Realistic or Modern Hollywood Arts: International (Season 2)

[The Cat Man]

mood

focused

location

blue dance room

outfit

sporty | backwards cap - sleeveless graphic shirt (punk cartoon figure) + sweat shorts + sneakers

interactions

Oates (mention)

tags

Winona

Levi Pascoal

"Now you, let me see."

And that was Hollywood Arts' introductory challenge to Levi as he finally made a proper connection to it by finally embracing it's halls as somewhere he'll be traversing through for the remainder of his years for now, going to room after room, listening to whatever subject is being rambled off to the students, truth be told, it was easy for him to write something... However, this time around it's different, it's not an exact number he has to find, the classes are actively working with Levi's notion of dance and his techniques to perform movement as a whole, it's a venture he wasn't sure he was ready for...

But it seemed ok thus far.
Levi's hiphop inspired style, heavily mixed in with inspirations from contemporary dancers and choreographers, very modern and straightforward. His moves might not be as complex as a precisely pointed skips from a talented ballet dancer, but it was respectable, perhaps there's some originality to be wished for, but there's something to work with here, there's a passion to show within the superficiality.

...Then again, this isn't considering what was one of his main worries... The people, the annoying snobby daddy's child that are stuffed to the brim with stacks of green and a power to irritate anyone they'd like.
Maybe Levi was exaggerating a little bit.
Not everyone is like that... Hell, most of the people around here kinda seem a little bit on the stupid side of things, which is more than fine for him, he's staying on the low though, he doesn't mesh well with egoistic people.
...Not that Levi is necessarily exempt from that stupidity though.
He's glad his brother wasn't here to see him completely fail to lock a door and the ensuing goose chase after a runaway dog alongside it's worried owner.
...And, well, sure, Levi did need something more to catch that speedy little thing once it actually managed to get out of the building... But maybe he didn't need to 'temporarily borrow' the nearest bicycle that looked like it was the most expensive one of the bunch and risk getting a lawsuit over breaking it.
But, alas, everything ended up well, dog's alive, Oates' grateful, bike's intact, bike owner's hopefully unaware of this little adventure while their bike was out and about, and maybe Levi really did enjoy riding something fast after a long time... And maybe he has a kinder reputation on the eyes of the school populace.

Thinking about riding bikes makes him a bit sad so Levi returns his focus to the task at hand after taking a big gulp of his water bottle, breaking out of his reflective thought, practicing in what's probably the only room Oates ever properly showed him, the infamous Blue Room that people don't go around, whatever it's name is, huzzah.
Dance class is already making Levi get out of his comfort zone as he needs to learn a more fluid choreography right after the apparent big trip coming up, it shouldn't be too hard but... Man, is he nervous, so he's doing things to make the process much more faster, like learning it early.
At the very least, Levi actually has a practice room for himself despite the difficulty in finding someplace that's alone, even though it's a day off, he's not the only diligent student, because things can't be that easy for him!... Thank god for doors and the capability to lock them!
It's not like he'd make the same mistake again and forget to properly lock the same exact door, Levi's too attentive to do that, maybe a little less once emotional, but he wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
...

And so, a slow-paced song echoed from the set phone, as Levi took a single breath, staring at himself on the mirror, wondering many things about what's to come... And gets the first step as he works to move with the music, working har nevertheless, unaware of what's out there.

coded by reveriee.

 

[dear.szmm]

MOOD: curious

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: coffee shop

basics

MENTIONS:
N/A

INT:
Noah ( mogy )

tags

TL;DR totally straight uwu

tl;dr

Isaac Carlisle

♫ Calvin Harris feat. Frank Ocean & Migos - Slide

Leaning back in his chair, Isaac chuckled at his new-found companion’s bewilderment. He lavished in hearing non-natives coo and awe at the all too familiar sights and sounds of LA. There was nothing wrong with it here; the people were decent and diverse; the city was bustling and full of opportunities. Isaac just wondered what else was out there, what other places had to offer.

The West Coast. The Big Apple. That’s where Isaac’s curiosity lay.

Isaac focused back on Noah. Another great curiosity.

He could tell when he was being flirted with, and Noah was less than subtle. The boy’s hand had casually graced Isaacs on several occasions as they conversed. Isaac watched as Noah listened and bit his lip with a desperate intensity. It was flattering, really.

Isaac was no stranger to being flirted with. Women and men all tried it on at times, and depending on who the woman was, Isaac might reciprocate. The men, however, usually didn’t get far.

Isaac wasn’t gay. You could ask him, and he’d chuckle his little chuckle, raise his eyebrows and ask with an edge of contempt: “Do you think I’m gay?”

He didn’t have anything against it, he just wasn’t. He liked pretty, confident women and well-known socialites. He liked taking a girl out for a drink, then taking her back to his place before dropping her home in the morning.

Yet, here he was. Nursing a bitter lemonade and waiting to see what Noah would do.

“It is an interesting place, I’ll give you that.” He responded concisely, raising the drink to his lips. He took a sip before placing it back onto the glass table.

“Some parts are better than others. The Hills are my stomping ground. I’m fond of the atmosphere up there. Downtown – eh – it’s alright. Too many wannabes nowadays.”

He looked at the dark haired boy sat opposite him, holding his gaze for a moment before speaking again.

“You’re not a wannabe, are you, Noah?”

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

MOOD: i think he's going thru something

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: skeletor's dungeon

basics

MENTIONS:
Oates
INT:
Winona (Jace)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Callum Richards

Sleep it off...

What day was it?

It didn't matter. They were all the same. There was hardly a reason to find any meaning in the little things he used to, not without Oates. Every passing hour slipped away like sand in an hourglass until the ebb and flow of night and day blended into one. If he was lucky, he could catch a pitiful glance from the boy at school, wracked with guilt and uncertainty about the breakup to end all of their previous ones. These were the moments when Callum remembered who he was and where he was in time and space.

A part of him missed who he was when he was with Oates, but the rest could never take back what had been said and done. Most days, he couldn't—or didn't—do much of anything besides eating and sleeping. On occasion, he'd drag himself to school, but even then he wasn't really there. No one talked to him, nor did he to anyone.

Most were delighted to have a random Friday off from school, but to Callum it was just another day he had already planned to check himself out. Someone would check up on him sooner or later. Whether it be his grades, his attendance, or his shirked dance commitments, there was plenty to catch him for. But at the risk of even more melodrama, did it really matter?

A knock resounded throughout the lethargic, ashen dancer's apartment. Laid in bed clad in nothing but sweats and a tee, his head lolled to the side. If he ignored the door, there was a chance he could go a few more days without contact to the outside world. Then again, it would be rather unpleasant to have his door busted down by a band of concerned individuals later down the road.

For all they knew, Callum was already dead. He really did feel like it. As tired as his body always was, it was more of a spiritual death, like the light had been snuffed out of his husk of repressed, subdued emotions. For such a boring person, he really did make an interesting case study. Chances were that the greatest shame of all was leaving his therapist in such extreme suspense; had the lady even learned his favorite color?

The skeleton rose at last with a groan, dry, sticky crumbs of weed tumbling off of the tee that draped over his bony torso. Oh, the woe. The apartment wasn't in the best shape, but the majority of the space's clutter was condensed in Callum's bedroom, since it was the place he most often confined himself to. Not even the television in the living room provided the lovelorn boy the relief that so cruelly eluded him.

He made no efforts of formality opening the door, rubbing his dark-circled eyes as they focused on his surprise visitor and only remaining friend, Jace West. The light from outdoors stung his eyes like the squeeze of a lemon, and he promptly averted his gaze from the door.

"What're you doing here?" he asked with a note of irritation that begot no curiosity. Of course he came to check in on him, which would have been sweet had Callum not been entirely opposed to talking to anything besides the wall. He made a move to shut the door, but hesitated and drew a long sigh.

Yeah, it was probably about time.

"Come in," he muttered, as though awoken from a year-long slumber. In truth, it had been at least a couple days since he had more than a short nap. It was another thing Oates lovingly liked to nag him about until he had nearly pulled off the impossible. But hey, it was the guy's fault for making all stages of improvement "for" him. Had he ever considered what would happen when he was gone?

The blue-eyed boy opened the drapes shielding his living space from sunlight, then opened the window. He hadn't had company since last year, but there was still a shred of manners somewhere. Those same manners led him to move some junk off of the couch, as if Jace even wanted to sit himself down in such a depressing little hovel. If he hit the cushion too hard, then perhaps dust would wheeze out every crevice in a thick, suffocating cloud.

"So, what's new?" Callum asked halfheartedly, his voice coarse and dry. With an energy drink in hand, he assumed his position on the sacred beanbag chair, which he tried not to remember as Oates and Jacob's favorite spot to cuddle. "How has... how's school been. And all that. What are they saying about your new hair?"

code by valen t.

 

[Winona]

Nathan Woods

Nate let out a snort of laughter, followed by a shake of his head towards Beel's questions -- although the shaking head kind of brought a thrumming headache to his head, so he had to lift a hand up to press against his temple until the throbbing had subsided. Fuck. He couldn't fully remember what shit he'd done the night before.

Him and Mike had gone to some party or... something. He couldn't really remember the details through a haze of alcohol and a cocktail of drugs that should've had him dead, just that at some point, the two had split and he'd ended up passed out in his bed. He was pretty sure. Fuck, chances were Mike had passed out somewhere in here, too, and then slipped out before Nate had a chance to wake up.

Or he was still passed out in the bathroom or some shit.

Eh. Whatever.

"I don't smell," Nate scoffed, choosing to ignore the string of other questions that his stupid cousin had asked them. Sure, he'd been in rehab, he'd been clean, he'd tried to take off down the right kind of path, but ah... well, like everyone constantly reminded him, once an addict, always an addict.

Kind of shitty how a bad decision that you tried to move past from when you were a kid would always be there, lingering over your shoulder, wasn't it?

"How much he send?" Nate asked in reference to his uncle sending Beel some money, while he reached out and picked up the bottle of orange pills. His eyebrows drew together as he studied the bottle. "The fuck are these?" He asked, glancing over at Beel as he popped open the container.

He studied the container, trying to decide if he wanted to risk it.

Fuck it.

He popped a pill in his mouth and swallowed.

mood
great

location
the apartment

outfit
yesterday's stuff

playing...
One Man Wrecking Machine

by Guster​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Beel

tags
mogy

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[Xed]

Dalton Kirby

Were they playing 20 questions now?

No, she was guessing his job, well internship really, but he had no obligation to answer her or let her know if she was correct.

He leaned back in the chair and listened as she studied him.

Maybe she was just looking for an excuse to give him a long once over, openly stare at him. He was used to eyes trailing him and giving him intense looks and scrutiny, came with the territory of being a model. You were dressed to be looked at. If you couldn’t get people to look at you and more importantly the products you were wearing or advertising, you’d be out of a job.

Dalton smirked behind his drink cup as he listened to her responses. Assistant to an extremely douchey businessman. His dear ‘buddies’ in the plastics department would tell her that he was the extremely douchey businessman, specifically the extremely douchey part. As for babysitter? Well he supposed that actually wasn’t too far off. Working at Vogue with a recently dumped Evelyn Sinclaire meant he had to baby her through all the little tantrums she threw, and mood swings she went through.

If she could hear his thoughts now, she’d probably skin him.

That aside, stranger with the laptop was proving to be rather entertaining. At least she wasn’t boring. He had to admit he was expecting a couple more stabs at his occupation before she gave up, even if they were just to mess with him like the babysitter one.

She didn’t really think he was just going to tell her what he did or where he worked did she?

Ok scratch that, clearly she just wanted to dig up as much as she could because now she had shifted to asking about his love life. Was she trying to profile him as a potential fling to see if he was worth her time and taking applications? Or was she just that curious?

Nah, she probably had a motive, perhaps a job?

Dalton took his time to finish off the last bit of his horrible drink before he finally set it down and spoke, slowly.

“Unfortunately, Raven, I’m afraid there’s no openings in my department,” he flashed that fake polite smile, “so even if you did try to bite, there’s no bait, it’s all been taken.”

Not a complete lie, whether that be in reference to work or romance. He didn’t make a habit of sleeping with complete strangers, too many unknown variables, too much risk, and as far as he was aware, they weren’t looking for anyone in his department at Vogue. All the internships were filled and even if there were any worthwhile job openings, those got snapped up quick.

Actually… now that he thought again, he’d heard someone mention in passing that they were looking for an assistant. Who was it again? He couldn’t recall the name but she was someone from the neighboring department if his memory served him right.

But of course, he had zero obligation to tell little Raven that, just as he had no obligation to tell her his name, besides, who knew if she was looking for a job or something else?

mood
what will she do next?

location
knock off starbucks

outfit
outfit

playing...
song title here

by artist here​

mentions
Evie

interactions
Raven

tags
Soap

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[Xed]

Mikaela Ainsley

Mik was going to the zoo. Polar bears and penguins here she comes.

Yes. Mik loved the winter animals. Surprising? Well it shouldn’t be. If you knew anything about her past, there should be zero surprise that those were the residents she was most excited about seeing.

Especially after the headache inducing memory that was NYE. She’d made sure to leave as quietly as she could after morning hit and she came to her senses. Nellie’s text were making her nervous though.

Just how much had the eagle eyed Clairmont seen? Did she know? If she knew – oh dear lord. She’d already fucked up plenty with Cami, more drama with the Clairmonts was the last thing she needed. Especially since Mama and Papa Clairmont were in town for the weekend.

One fun little tidbit had come out of that harrowing text exchange with Chanel though. Her and Cappie had built lego together the night of NYE, if you got her drift.
Mikaela made a habit of reading back any and all messages she had with Chanel, especially when she didn’t remember typing them, and drunk her did a lot of stupid things, but by god that line she typed out about them sticking their bricks together? Genius.

If music didn’t work out then perhaps a career in writing would. Not like it really mattered what she ended up doing once she graduated after all. The result would be the same at the end of the day and her family was well off enough that work was really more an option than a necessity.

Anyway put NYE and everything related to it aside now cause it was unimportant.

She was going to the zoo!

The penguins!

Of course she wasn’t going alone. No one made a trip to the zoo alone. That was just sad and boring and nowhere near as fun as going with someone else.

So of course she called one of the most fun people she knew who was free and wouldn’t remind her of NYE.

Who was she talking about?

Her rainbow haired, lizard loving, chauffeur who was very kindly driving them over to the zoo at this very moment.

Kidding, he wasn’t her chauffeur but it sort of felt like it when he drove up to her apartment this morning to pick her up.

Newt was always a fun time and that was exactly what she needed him to be today, especially after that stressful series of text from Nellie. It felt like she knew exactly what happened that night but also, she couldn’t be entirely sure if that was the case or not and it was eating at her.

No doubt Nellie knew that. Ugh.

Alright, happier thoughts, happier thoughts. Fun ones. Let’s see… when she got to the zoo she was going to visit all the enclosures and see the soothingly cute and cuddly animals and then get an ice cream cone or two and then she was gonna see the penguins and dance with them – oooh wait, dance with them. That was a great idea. Yeah. When no one was looking she could just hop into the enclosure lickity split and get in a quick dance with the penguins before hoping right back out. Perfect.

Mikaela grinned at Newt as he parked the car.

They were here! Thank you LA traffic for cooperating!

“Ready to go see all your buddies?” She teased as she got out of the vehicle and pulled on her cap. “Cause I’m ready to see mine.”

mood
zoo zoo zoo

location
zoo baby

outfit
outfit

playing...
song title here

by artist here

mentions
cami, nellie, cappie

interactions
Newt

tags
PenguinFox

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[dear.szmm]

MOOD: happy happy

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: home

basics

MENTIONS:
N/A

INT:
Kian ( geminiy )

tags

TL;DR what a spontaneous little devil

tl;dr

niamh foster

♫ THE ANXIETY, WILLOW, tyler cole - meet me at our spot

Niamh awoke at around nine, savouring a lie in on her day off. Beams of sun poked through the curtains and cascaded into her room, lighting the printed flowers on her bed sheet and the scattered make up on her dresser.

It was beyond pleasant waking up naturally without the blare of an alarm at 6am, not like she usually paid any attention to it anyway. A short pre-disciplinary meeting with the Head of Attendance had gone some way to nipping that in the bud; as things were going well for Niamh, she was happy to oblige. She would make more of an effort to make it to school in time for first class, as opposed to her leisurely morning routine taking priority and resulting in a casual 11am arrival.

She still wasn’t smoking – well, wasn’t smoking weed, at least. That had done some good, admittedly. She felt like life was engaging her more; she had an energy to explore and do more than ever in LA. Her anxiety had eased significantly, and her relationship with Kian was blossoming into something she was incredibly satisfied with. She did it partly for him, to encourage his own sobriety. Life was on the up.

Her plans for the day were relatively open. She was aware of a script that needed neatening up, and a bit of maths revision that would go a long way towards her looming exam, but the day was ultimately hers. How blissful.

She traipsed from her bedroom – newly decorated and furnished to be hers, no longer an indiscriminate guest room – down to the hallway to the kitchen, donning only a large baggy hoodie that was certainly not her own, where her grandma stood at the brewing coffee machine.

“Good morning!” she chimed over the sound of grinding coffee beans, her back still to Niamh. “What a lovely day it is out there, have you seen? I think I’ll take up residence by the pool. Feel free to join me if you want, sweet pea, I’ll get Reggie to bring some fresh towels out.”

It was a rare occurrence for their paths to cross in the house, but Niamh was fully aware of her grandma’s not-so secret private life. She was a serial hook up, exchanging men from one night to the next; you would never see the same face again. At first, Niamh felt somewhat uncomfortable with the whole situation – her grandma’s relaxed attitude was a stark contrast with the heavily regimented home her religious parents had prescribed. Now, Niamh rejoiced in her grandma’s liberalism. She was cool. She didn’t care, she’d worked and earned a living, and was now reaping the rewards. Niamh idolised her. She was truly a goddess.

“That sounds nice. I might come out for a little bit. I have some school stuff I need to catch up with and-”

Out of the corner of her eye, Niamh spotted a familiar car through the window, sat out on the curb in front of the house, black and rusted around the edges.

Her brow furrowed. “How long has that been outside?” She said, her thumb pointing in the direction of the black vehicle at the end of the driveway.

Her grandma pulled a face as if to say what are you talking about?

Niamh turned on her heels, her bare feet stomping on the wooden floor beneath her. She turned the locks on the front door, appearing on the front step.

“What are you doing here?” she called out with a delighted smile, holding one hand over her eyes as a poor sun shield.

“Kian, what on Earth…” she uttered, eyes squinting from the sunlight as she took some steps closer to vehicle, her boyfriend beaming back at her from the driver’s seat.

“How long have you been sat here?”

code by valen t.

 

[mogy]

MOOD: Life is good, my dudes.

OUTFIT: Dark green shirt, black jacket, jeans.

LOCATION: Random coffee place in the city.

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
dear.szmm (Isaac).

tags

TL;DR Noah is trying to get some.

tl;dr

noah

Noah was fully aware that people everywhere, especially in Los Angeles, were cutthroat. Whether it came to auditions, modeling gigs, paying for coffee in Starbucks, or even just talking to people. Everything seemed to be a competition; a way for one person to assume dominance over the other, and the other to bow down to them. It was certainly weird to see it done at this intensity, but to say he wasn’t prepared would be a lie. He could see the stare of the boy opposed to him, and it told him everything. Intensity, playfulness, mixed in with other actions like drinking and smiling.

He was being tested, competed with. And he was going to win this competition. Winning was what he did best.

He smiled, chuckled lightly. His eyes were on his own drink, as he swirled it around with the straw. Then he looked up, only slightly, bit his lip, and only after that he spoke. “Do I look like a wannabe?”

The question was mostly a rhetorical one, because the answer was pretty clear, at least it was to him. So after just a second of properly placed silence, he spoke again, smile on his face. “I’m not a wannabe. I know what I want, and I’ll, uh, I’ll get it. It’s as simple as that.”

There were two types of people in this world. Those who won’t get what they want, and those who will. The difference between those who would get what they wanted and those who wouldn’t was the fact that the ones who would knew what they wanted and knew exactly the way how to get it. Noah always wanted to be famous, well-known, respected. And getting to Los Angeles was step one in his plan. Now that that step—the hardest one—was completed, well, the others would be completed pretty soon too.

He leaned back in his chair, drink in hand, straw in mouth. “The question is, though, what do you want, Isaac?”

Noah was curious, sure. Isaac wasn’t showing him if his flirting was working, so instead of beating around the bush, he would straight up ask, and if the guy was that oblivious to the flirting, well, then his answer would be something stupid.

code by valen t.

 

[Winona]

Zeph Evermore

NYE was far behind him, and for the most part, Zeph had moved on. He'd come to terms with what had happened, and there was no longer any residual pain from the breakup with Stella -- mostly. Like for the most part, Zeph had come to terms with it and you know, a new... kinda maybe girlfriend... or at least girl he was dating really did help him move on.

Yeah, Katya was great. She really was. Sure, she was similar in a lot of ways to Stella -- they were both kind of serious, very independent, and he just kind of felt like he was tagging along for the ride, but... he was happy all the same.

Of course, the sudden changes to his relationship status hadn't done anything to drag the boy away from his craft. He was still out here in LA for one reason and one reason only, and that was to make sure that he actually made something of himself. Which meant that even if everyone else was taking a Friday off of school, Zeph refused to take that kind of break in his training.

So, he'd found himself walking through the school halls, making his way towards the dance rooms. And he'd kind of been on his phone, not fully paying attention, as he opened a door to one of the dance studios... and stepped in, only to be surprised and taken aback by someone else that was here on their day off.

Zeph blinked his eyes at the other dude.

"Oh, sorry, I ah... sorry, I thought no one else was here, I can uhh... I can... go?"

Why was that a question?

mood
Woooo

location
school

outfit
dancey clothes

playing...
Lost Boys

by Ocean Park Standoff​

mentions
Katya, Stella

interactions
Levi

tags
The Cat Man

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[hery]

MOOD: yessirrr

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: grocery store

basics

MENTIONS:
Lin, Ash, Maddie, Angel

INT:
Winona (Kalida)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Javier Cervantes

Break my heart, why don't you?

Javi snorted with amusement, sending Kalida an incredulously raised eyebrow. The car door slammed shut, and he flexed. "Who're you calling Jell-O, half-pint?" The shoddily-maintained vehicle locked with a shrill beep. Kalida's words came out loud and clear into the crisp air of the night, but only the two of them were there to hear it. The parking lot was sparsely-populated, and few wandering denizens could be observed in the fluorescent lighting of the store.

The muscular bassist cracked a wry smirk, delighted with the positively endearing prospect of pulling old-school pranks. "Shaving cream balloons? Sui generis." A calloused hand scratched at his curls as the automatic door dragged itself open. "I like it."

Past the register they went, slinking from aisle to aisle until a section caught his eye. The liquor was down ahead, but Doritos were calling. And that's why you don't grocery shop after a joint. "Hey," he whispered, nodding to a big, red bag of chips, "Think you can fit this in your bra?" He gave a quick glance to the left and right, positive the area was clear of employees and nosy old people.

Once that was settled, Javi finally made his way to the liquor section, admiring the rows and rows of variously-shaped, glass bottles. He ran a finger down a magnum of silver tequila, tracing its round shape. "Say, Kali, what do you prefer to drink?" He kept his eyes on the bottles, which clinked in unison with the slightest movement. Before long, they drifted to the refrigerated section, which housed dozens of six-packs of whatever a drinker's heart desired. Javi knew where he was going once the apocalypse hit.

He felt for his wallet, but it was just for show. With as rough of a life as his was, Javi knew that it was about time the world paid him back for it. He wasn't going to need his fake tonight. All parties start with a little crime, after all.

He was fortunate enough not to be alone on a Friday night, especially given recent events. His mind wandered for a moment as Ash's face moved to the forefront of his thoughts. How much longer did he have with her? As easy as she was to pin down, she was a harder girl to chase.

Maddie was kind of the opposite—but Javi quickly knocked the two out of his head. How rude he was being, thinking of girls on a night out with a friend. The entire draw to driving Kalida to the grocery store was so he didn't have to be so serious like he had started to get. She was good company, and that sort of thing is hard to find in a community full of stick-in-the-mud assholes. As a matter of fact...

"Hey, does anybody know where you are? Or who you're with?" Not that it made a difference to him. But he knew people like Angel thought that way. As in, people with concerned relatives get away with nothing. Javi was glad to be long out of the house.

code by valen t.

 

[jinxxes]

Percy

Ebeling

:3c

• .
• .
• .

• outfit
• location

  New home!
• tags

  qunqun (Teo)

https:///www.percy-ebeling.com/passion-for-fashion

Finally, out of that hotel room. Now, not to mislead that the place was bad. It was more than beautiful, plenty spacious. But it was dad’s money. He had to argue over the course of a week that he’d deal with his own lodgings instead of dear daddy buying everything so fancy and new. The compromise came to be that until a place was found, Percy would stay at a nice hotel. It was sweet, his father was just trying to help out. But right now, Percy was looking for autonomy. He needed to see just how far he could grow on his own.

Of course, it was impossible to fully idealize that, his name already brought him advantage. But he could certainly do his best against it. And well, that brought him to one Matteo Wright, a master at not giving a fuck. It was just a small defiance but it put him at ease to room with someone who was not going to give a shit about social standings.

Somehow managing to carry all his stuff out in one trip and pack it in the car compact enough so he could just barely see out his back window, it was time to hit the road. Percy had planned to go for a straight shot after all the lost time from a check in call with his dad, but Teo seemed content to let him take all the time he needed. Especially if that included a coffee stop that he so generously offered to bring some over as a welcoming gift.

With navigation set for the nearest place between here and his final destination, before long three different drinks were obtained. One: Some blended caramel drink with a confusing name that looked pretty good. Two: A black coffee, two shots of espresso. Three: He asked for the most disgusting sugary drink they could concoct. Percy had told Teo he’d see how he felt about it when ordering after the little stunt he pulled. And you know what? Tricking him seemed like good payback. Of course, he was nice enough to acquire the real order as well and would promptly give it after a sufficient pranking. Hell yeah.

By the time he reached the apartments, Percy’s own coffee was disposed of, leaving one less thing to have to carry. If it weren’t for the fact he was leaving the black coffee in the car, Percy would have made an attempt to carry it all in one go. But if he was going to return anyways he might as well not break his back and get the rest after his diabolical prank where he’d give Teo mercy. So, he went for his main suitcase and backpack with the most important items and, of course, the monstrosity of a coffee he bought.

Car locked and up he ascended the steps to the apartment he’d call home for now. A couple knocks and the door opened in front of him, a little smell of smoke clinging to his roommate. "Hey there." Percy smiled as he was let in to take a peek at his new home.

Immediately he was zoned into the magnificent beast resting in his bed of papers. A king on his throne. Hello kitty, kitty. Hauling in the oversized suitcase and heavy backpack, Percy moved closer to the furry companion to quietly observe and get to put his things down out of the way for now.

"Is he friendly?" Percy had to ask, resisting the urge to go straight in for petting. Of course, he would get this cat to like him no matter what in the end. Treats and toys were always a wonderful bribe. But hey, he already was missing his own cat Athena! Couldn’t blame his excitement.

A look back over his shoulder at Teo and a quick scan of more of his surroundings. It was…. A little dingier than expected. Percy tended to get a little messy himself, mainly when working on a project, but that was more finding fabric everywhere or where did all the chalk and pencils go? The coffee was understandable enough as well, but dishes and smoke were more of a ‘dirty’ than messy. It was fine though, they could figure something out.

Speaking of coffee though!

"Right, almost forgot." Straightening up, Percy fully turned to hold out the clearly not a black coffee with two espresso shots towards Teo. He looked incredibly pleased with himself. "Got you a coffee." Haha, prank successful! What did you think of that Teo? Ha!

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[qunqun]

MOOD: WOOOOO

OUTFIT: Beach Time Bay-Bee

LOCATION: Park

basics

MENTIONS:



INT:
Iuri The Cat Man

tags

TL;DR He's having a good time, no idea about Iuri!

tl;dr

Rowan

Pronouns Currently: He/Him

Rowan was poking at a worm with a stick when all the sudden he heard a shout

“Right over here, dude!”

Rowan’s face split into a bright grin as he waved frantically at the approaching Iuri.

“YOOOO WHAT’S GOOD!” The welshman shouted. Awh yeah, this was the start of a real friendship right here, it was.

"Getting right into it? Anything I should know before we hit up downtown?"

Another blinding smile from the genderfluid videographer. "Where to begin!!!!"

He took a deep breath in and then words started tumbling out, barely managing to finish a sentence before the next one came crashing in.

“They have, like, these absolutely wicked skate parks, bro- OH AND THE COFFEE SHOP BY THE DOCKS THOSE ARE FUCKIN’ SICK-” Clearly, Rowan had a full itenary planned for them.

“I’m not sure how much you like shopping but around the shops there’s some FANTASTIC thrift stores that sell SO MANY BAUBLES, it’s like. The absolute best. Do you like shopping- Wait, do you like anime? There’s a bit of weeb shit ‘round there as well.” And then Rowan took a pause.

Maybe to give Iuri some kind of input

…

…

Lightbulb! Nevermind! No time for Iuri to talk!

“Oh fuckin’ hell there’s also these really cool parks- do you like dogs? I really like dogs and there’s these huskies that always come in and I promise they’re THE BEST-”

After prattling on a bit more about all the cool dogs they saw at the local dog park, they remembered to take a breath to breathe and maybe not information overload their tour.

“Wait, wait wait wait. I forgot to ask you what you wanted to see. So like, what are you interested in” He was doing great at giving a tour so far.

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[qunqun]

MOOD: ...

OUTFIT: He's Doing Great Guys

LOCATION: Home

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Percy jinxxes

tags

TL;DR Bastard.

tl;dr

Teo

Teo was having a stare off with the dirty plates in his sink. The plates had not blinked once. He’d blinked twice.

Clearly he was winning.

But shame of all shame, his roommate was here? Oh no, guess he didn't have the time to do the dishes anymore. Drat. Darn. What a fucking shame.

With the energy of a sloth who’d been awoken at 5 in the morning, Teo stood from his couch and opened the door for his new roommate.

Awh, the lil guy was kinda cute.

“... Hey.” He said, not necessarily telling Percy to come in, but moreso leaving the door open as he walked away from the doorframe. “Your bedroom’s that one. There’s a bathroom attached to it. I shower in the mornings and really fucking late at night.”

A pause.

“Ground rules: I don’t care who or what you fuck, just don’t bring it here. I’m allergic to couples.” Deadpan. “I’ll extend the same courtesy, obviously, but the second you break this rule…” Silence. He let the sentence hang off.

Yeah. That was a pretty good threat. “Also. You’re in charge of your own fucking messes. I’m not cleaning up after you. And if my messes bother you, if it’s really a point of contention you can clean it up yourself. Any questions?”

“Is he friendly?”

Motherfucker, what.

He turned to actually look at Percy cooing at his frumpy piece of shit cat.

The cat yawned and licked its chops, staring up at Percy with a disgruntled fury.

“...” Now for a very split second, Teo wanted to give the funny answer. All of his instincts told him that he should. But then again, Percy screaming because his cat attacked him would be really fucking annoying.

“No.”

Plato stared at Teo with more unbridled hatred at life - as cats tended to look - and laid his head back down between his paws.

“Right, almost forgot. Got you a coffee.”

“Oh.” He blinked at the sudden coffee cup thrusted in his face and he took it in hand. He wasn’t expecting that. Y’know, maybe he was being a bit too rude. Percy seemed like a really nice fellow.

Most things in life tasted like ash to Teo. Really, the only things that managed to break through his fog were coffee and cigarettes and the burn of alcohol.

It was fucking edgy as shit, but there wasn’t much he could do about it, so Teo elected not to care.

In the orphanages, the other children had started playing a game with him: What can we get Teo to eat. And Teo would eat anything as long as he got paid enough.

So, when he took a drink of the coffee, it tasted like absolute garbage. Nothing. And his expression never wavered.

Teo did, however, make direct eye contact with Percy. A stare-off beginning.

And then Teo chugged the entire thing in one go. Never breaking eye contact.

“.. Drop off your shit in your room, if you need help with the shower or something, figure it out yourself. I’m going to do homework.”

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[jinxxes]

Percy

Ebeling

This is mortifying

• .
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• outfit
• location

  Home sweet home...?
• tags

  qunqun (Teo)

https:///www.percy-ebeling.com/passion-for-fashion

Rules were rules, Percy wasn’t too concerned. So far everything Teo was saying was either expected or easy to follow. Why fucking was the first thing he brought up heaven knows, but it wasn’t a hard rule to follow. Percy was also good at dealing with his own messes and wouldn’t be against doing extra dishes so no bugs found themselves happy. Anything else he wouldn’t mind for Teo to do or not do on his own time. All good.

Cat wasn’t too friendly though, now that was a shame. He’d have to buy some fish for him and work on that. All in due time.

It was all looking good, see, there was nothing for his dad to worry about. And they were going to have a little joke to laugh about too- Teo taking a drink from the cup and-

Not reacting.

Percy’s mouth opened as his excited look dropped, and then Teo kept going.

"Oh my god stop-" Percy quickly tried to halt this horrific scene, but it was downed far too quickly. He felt terrible, but Teo didn’t even bat an eye: Going on to tell him to handle himself getting set up.

”You didn’t have to-" Words sputtering out, "We were joking around earlier so I-" He didn’t finish that sentence, guilt and embarrassment running over his face. "I have your real one in the car, I’ll go get it." Percy decided to end quickly, rushing back out the door to get back to his car.

That was certainly a way to start off with his new roommate. God.

Still, he collected himself, shouldering the rest of his bags and holding the true gift of beanwater he had bought.

It was a little more of a struggle making it back inside this time, but he managed. Instead of dropping his bagts down first, Percy went back up to Teo first to give him the peace offering. "I didn’t think you’d just down it, I am so sorry." Since he didn’t get an apology out through stumbling his stumbling before.

"I also wasn’t going to make you pay for it. Wasn’t from the start but especially now- please don’t worry about it." It was unlikely this would start them off on any bad foot, right? Real coffee made up for it?

"......Forgiveness is a virtue…... Right?" Percy added with a meek smile, innocently quoting Teo’s own line from their earlier conversation. Come oooon, take pity, many virtues, that whole deal again!

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[Harrowhark]

MOOD: Psyched

OUTFIT: Hunting baybee

LOCATION: Julian's pos van

basics

MENTIONS:
Drake Winona Alaska is not mentioned, but very much a part of this a z u l a

INT:
Julian jinxxes

tags

TL;DR Hunting cryptids!

tl;dr

Jackson

— Crabwalk

Friends. Jackson apparently had them. Julian had been an unlikely candidate. Their meeting was unconventional. Of course, he apologized several times, and he might have freaked out just a bit. That wasn’t something he did, he made a hard point not to. Somehow though, this became an instant friendship.

Drake was more predictable. Not even a friend really, more like a guy who wanted to do shrooms. And Jacks just happened to have those shrooms. Shrooms that would only be given to people who lasted all 3 hours of the drive to Fresno.

Jackson double checked his mom’s old video camera case, making sure the ancient thing still worked. This would be good. The Fresno Nightcrawler hadn’t had a confirmed spotting since 2017, but five years wasn’t going to put Jackson off. He’d be a legend if he recorded it. He zipped up the camera case and snatched the shrooms off his dresser before running down the stairs.

This weekend his moms were at a botany conference. Somehow he’d convinced them he was too busy with an art project to get into any trouble, so they’d left him to his own devices. When would they learn? As expected, Julian’s van was idling in the driveway. Jackson had put quite the work into that paint job.

Did he ask to paint the car? No, but did he watch scooby doo while stoned? Yes. So mystery machine! But both e’s were backwards and the flowers were too big. Whoops. It looked good though! Julian didn’t say he loved it, but Jackson just knew. How couldn’t he?

“Hey babe.” Jackson slid the door open and clamored into the front, kneeing himself in the face. Oh right, there was a front door. Don’t mention it. “You gonna let me drive?” Probably not but he’d ask anyway.

Fiddling with all the buttons on Julian’s car, Jackson waited for him to drive. “Oh, we got extra cargo today.” He wiggled his phone in front of Julian’s face, directions to Drake’s on the screen. This was going to fucking awesome.

After pushing Jack’s hand to the side, Julian pulled out of the driveway and started on route. He squirmed in the passenger’s seat, fucking with anything and everything. This was boring, where was the music? “Mind if I grab the aux?” Without an answer he took the cord and plugged it into his phone.

“Siri play Crabwalk by Party in the Hills.” This was better. Some fucking sound. Julian didn’t share the same sentiment. About halfway through the song, he slammed on the breaks, tossing Jackson into the dashboard. Ouch.

“We’re here,” The blond deadpanned, pulling the cord from Jackson’s phone. Fucking rad! He rolled down the window, “Drake!” Oh shit should he go to the door or something? Did people do that? Nah, that was a waste of energy. “Drake!” He shouted again before Julian rolled the window back up and locked it. Rude. Hopefully their presence was well known at this point.

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[Winona]

Mason Rivera

Los Angeles was about as much of a fucking hot ass fucking disaster as he'd expected it to be -- maybe even more so. As the days passed, Mason kind of just found himself missing home more and more as the days passed by, but... it wasn't like there was any going back, at least not yet.

So here he was, fucking stuck here.

He'd picked up a job working as a stocker at a grocery store just down the street from their apartment, and he'd thought it'd be about the same as doing the same shit in Westbrook. Except that this was fucking Los Angeles, and if another entitled bitch came up to him saying some dumb shit, or some other dumb bitch walked by with her boobs practically fucking falling out and tried to say some shit to him, well...

There was a very good chance that Mason was just going to fucking explode.

Luckily, before he'd had a chance to do so, he'd been released from work -- of course, before he was ready to head home and relieve Drake from his babysitting duties, he'd decided to stop by the mall at one of those dumb little fucking food stands or whatever the fuck they were called and pick something up. Grab a pretzel or some shit for Ari, maybe a couple cookies, but first and foremost... Mason desperately needed a coffee to relieve the headache pounding in his head.

So that's what he was doing.

Waiting a line to order a coffee, but there was some bimbo bitch in front of him that had been hemming and hawing over what to order for the last what felt like ten minutes. Behind him, the crowd was growing restless, and every tick of the clock's hands was serving to add another grain of fire to the anger that was bubbling and broiling in his stomach like a fucking... a fucking volcano or some shit. Ready to erupt.

She'd started to order, and his balled up fists had began to relax, but then the fucking bitch backed out of her fucking order again, and it wasn't really like the irritated dude could handle much more of these fucking LA bitches thinking the goddamn world fucking revolved around them the motherfuckers.

"Get the fuck out of line," he finally snapped, the final tick of the clock adding the last bit to the fire and causing him to fucking bubble over and erupt. "Some of us actually know what we want, so fucking move aside so we can order, and then you can fucking do your shit after we're done."

Fucking bitch.

He waved a hand at her rather dismissively, and then moved to push past her and order.

mood
fucking bitches

location
mall

outfit
bagger clothes

playing...
BAD LUCK

by former vandal​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Simone

tags
natsukashii

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[qunqun]

MOOD: ...

OUTFIT: He's Doing Great Guys

LOCATION: Home

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Percy jinxxes

tags

TL;DR Bastard.

tl;dr

Teo

Teo paused from his disappointed professor act to stare at Percy as he scuttled about, quickly fetching a second cup of coffee. He turned to accept the cup, his usually dour expression never once faltering.

Well. Okay. Guess he won this stare off. Victory coffee… Even if Percy was apparently too nice for him to actually go through with fucking around with a stranger.

A bitter darkness washed over his taste buds as he took a sip of the coffee. Perfectly how it should be. He looked down his nose at Percy, who was smiling at him weirdly, a little noise of derision coming from him as his words were thrown back at his face.

“... You think I’m particularly virtuous?” He said, a corner of his mouth pulling just a little bit into what could’ve been a smile. Clearly he didn’t talk to… anybody in this school if Percy didn’t hear about the fact that he had the tendency to be a bit of a dick. “You’re cute.”

He smiled, making sure to cover it with the coffee cup as he took another drink. Consider Percy forgiven.

There was a slight look off as Teo’s brain whirled, going a mile a minute to give him a list of things to talk about. Family status? Percy didn’t seem the type to go for that. If he’d wanted that, he would’ve sucked up to someone who gave a shit. Arts? What he was passionate about. That seemed to be the one to work for a majority of the population at the very least.

“So. You do fashion.” He said simply. “... You like it here so far?”

Listen. Teo despised small talk, even if it was considered polite. Found it absolutely abhorrent - boring as fuck. But, sometimes you had to do it to remain… polite.

Y’know, so he didn’t kick out his roommate within the first hour of meeting him because he was a whiny crybaby. Poking at the hornet’s nest could come later, he just hoped the boredom wasn’t too visible on his expression.

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[Harrowhark]

MOOD: A little bitchy as a treat

OUTFIT: dressed down

LOCATION: Downtown

basics

MENTIONS:
Polly

INT:
Stella Kitsune2202

tags

TL;DR Lets go somewhere unique

tl;dr

Natalia

— Venus Fly Trap

It was only 10 am and Natalia had already finished filming a whole video. GRWM: LA Edition. She hadn’t gotten a chance to film since the mood and she was honestly getting bored. Sure, LA was interesting enough on its own, but what was the point of doing something interesting if she wasn’t sharing it with an audience? That’s right, there wasn’t one.

It just so happened that today’s vlog included a, admittedly very small, celebrity. Stella was D list at best, but if she wanted to get in with anyone of significance here, she had to start at the bottom. And, as much as she hated to admit it, Natalia actually needed someone else for this vlog to go smoothly. Without a local, most of the footage would be useless.

So enter Stella Bailey. Pretty, high potential, same year, semi-popular, significant connection to Zeph Evermore who she didn’t exactly have much knowledge on yet. It had only been a couple weeks, it wasn’t like Natalia could know everything about everyone overnight. Anyway, Stella’s TV show had been renewed, so like, that was better than a one season flop. With such a short timeline, she was honestly the best Nat could do.

“I’m finally getting out of the dorm, mis amigos.” Normally Natalia would film in Spanish and sub in English, but since she was filming with an American, it made sense to do the whole video in the opposite. “Hollywood Arts is great, but there’s so much more to do in LA. I can’t wait to show you guys.” She flipped the camera shut and double checked her purse.

With one last look in the mirror, Natalia exited the dorm. On the weekend, Hollywood Arts was practically empty. Her heels clicking on the tile was the only sound as she left the building. They’d agreed to meet at the Starbucks down the street, and as Nat understood it, Americans actually showed up for meetings when they were scheduled. She stepped onto the deck the moment the clock hit the hour. Punctual wasn’t a trait she’d ever possessed, but it was never too late to start.

A few seconds later, Stella got out of her own Uber. Part of Nat felt threatened by the fact that the other girl had been there before her. Was this a challenge? She’d make the mental note to be earlier for their next encounter.

“Stella!” Nat plastered on a fake smile. “Buenas.” She didn’t bother with the kiss like she did Polly, there was no need to throw her off. For now at least. “Vlogging is super easy. You just do things like normal.” The corner of her mouth quirked up. “But for an audience of half a million.” A small pause as she gave Stella a once over. “Probably more with your viewership added.” A slight shrug of her shoulders, “But you’re totally used to all eyes on you, right? So no pressure.”

Okay, she didn't need to throw Stella off, but it was too tempting. Couldn’t she have just a little fun? “I’m sure anywhere you go is exciting enough. Especially any hidden gems.” People grew tired of seeing the same things. The Walk of Fame and Hollywood sign were so cliché. “For people who have one day in Hollywood, what would you tell them they had to do? That’s what we should see. Am I making sense?” That was the very reason Natalia needed her.

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[dear.szmm]

MOOD: interested

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: coffee shop

basics

MENTIONS:
N/A

INT:
Noah ( mogy )

tags

TL;DR still not gay

tl;dr

Isaac Carlisle

♫ Tame Impala - Let It Happen

Isaac didn’t find Noah’s beaming confidence to be in any way hostile or intimidating. It was playful, teasing, even fun. Isaac felt like he’d met his match.

He’d be prepared to even go as far as saying that the boy’s provocative tone was… attractive?

Okay, so that still didn’t make him gay. He wasn’t into other men, not like that. He liked confident and assured women, that he knew. Perhaps it wasn’t the woman, but the confidence that drew his attention, and so perhaps…

Okay, still not gay. Not a big deal, maybe he just liked confident people. Confident personalities.

It was the 21st century. Things were casual now, nobody cared about who you were sleeping with. It was fine. It felt sort of freeing.

Less thinking. It is what it is. Thinking could be done later.

“The question is, though, what do you want, Isaac?”

Isaac contemplated for a moment, constructing what he wanted to say before he began to speak.

“I want --” he spoke, slowly and clearly, pursing his lips. “I want a good time.”

He swilled what little of his drink remained around the glass. Was he going to encourage this any further?

He swallowed hard, then looked to Noah. He scanned his dark, messy hair, his full-bodied eyebrows, and his sharp, pale cheekbones. He made a good model.

“I want you to come back to my place.” He said, watching for a faint glimmer of a reaction in the other boy’s face.

Somewhat disappointingly, he gave away nothing.

Isaac waited, silently tinkering his drink again.

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[Soap]

Juliette Jameson​

Oh, Ash lost her mind.

Clearly.

JJ was surprised– like… actually surprised. She didn’t think that her leprechaun boyfriend actually meant that much to her that Ash just went crazy.

Either that or it was due to the rumors, or like, stupid things that just so happened to get exposed. Like… JJ’s video of her ranting on stage.

And— rebounded to Javi?

JJ fucking KNEW he wanted to sleep with her, and Ash didn’t see it— but that just goes to show that she was literally so much smarter than Ash would ever be.

“There’s always someone watching.”

“So? Give them a fucking show, Ashton.”

Who gives a fuck anymore?

JJ has had two videos leaked already, and so many people have been talking about her mental state and honestly? She’s the only fucking one who can say shit about that, at least— the only one that’s speaking facts.

Everyone else pretended like they were fucking shrinks, when the truth was?

They didn’t really know her.

They just pretended to, just to have a good time analyzing her— a sudden distraction to their ever-so-boring fuckin’ life because JJ was the only girl in this entire school who learned to speak her mind without the fear of backlash.

“You think I give a fuck my boyfriend left? You think I care if someone video-taped me beating your ass right now?”

She gave exactly three seconds for Ash to answer before JJ was already spitting out words, again.

“I’m over it— and honestly, even you should be— you think I give a shit about the cracks you just threw at me?”

Oh, of fucking course she did. Ash thought she was so much better than her despite her being in the same exact situation, but only worse because it was Trevor.

“I don’t. And honestly? The sooner you learn not to give a fuck is the sooner you’ll wise up and start gaining a few braincells.”

As soon as JJ finished her sentence, a brunette walked up to them, phone in hand and unbrushed curls present which had earned a look from Juliette, but she didn’t say anything just yet.

She didn’t recognize her, but she looked like…

Semi important?

“Ashton West!” The girl put a hand over her mouth in surprise, already bringing up her phone to take a few pictures.

“No flash photography, curly-sue, we’re in the middle of something—“

“O-m-g. Aren’t you like, that Jules chick?”

“It’s JJ.”

“Whatever, the one who trashed talked on stage? It’s literally like, everywhere—“

What the fuck did this chick want?

JJ’s gaze fell to her purse and towards her own, at least she had decent style she thought, since both girls shared the same bag. “Wow! Thanks for pointing the obvious out! Mkay, bye now.”

“I just wanted a picture,”

“And I want you to fuck off, so.” JJ placed down her bags, including her purse and turned to fully face the girl.

“What? You’re gonna fight me?” The girl laughed, giving JJ a once-over, putting down her own bag.

“Are you really as psychopathic as they say you are?”

…

…

…

“I’m gonna fuckin—“

Yeah, she was about to beat this bitch up.

mood
Mwah

location
The mall

outfit
plaid, but she makes it look good

playing...
Don't Start Now

by kodaline​

mentions

interactions
Evie, Adri, --> Ash

tags
Winona

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[Winona]

Jace West

There was a vague glimmer of pride on Jace's face when his bestie asked about his hair -- even though Callum of course already knew about it. It had been his idea, after all, and really, what an amazing idea it had been. Stupid Dorian had never had such a good suggestion, instead telling Jace stupid stuff like he was fine just how he looked and how he was, whereas Callum was clearly the better friend by pushing him to be better than that.

"Oh, well," the boy that typically stuttered over his words started as he followed his friend into the apartment. Who knew that his typical stuttering and insecurities was all tied into the moppy, dirty blonde hair that the boy had kept for so long? Or... maybe it was just because he was with Callum, someone that he found to be a rather good friend that was helping Jace to keep his words from becoming tangled.

"They ahh... umm... well, some people liked it -- kind of, I think, they didn't... well, no one's really said anything, but uhh... yeah," Jace let out a small chuckle -- unfortunately, his story was the disappointing truth. The majority of people didn't talk to Jace on a daily or even weekly basis, let alone spent any time knowing what his hair looked like -- or, well, not really caring what it did look like. Which meant that he was... faced with maybe a couple people commenting on it.

Maybe.

Jace watched as his friend walked towards the drapes, pulling them open to shine some light in the depressing apartment -- although the glimmering sun almost just made the entire area look even more pitiful. It highlighted the dust and clutter that the pitiful boy had accumulated.

Hesitantly, he took a seat on the sofa that looked as if it could use a good cleaning, but Jace kept a pleasant smile on his face. After all, he certainly didn't want to potentially offend his buddy!

"How're you doing?" He asked, although from the state of Callum's apartment... Jace was pretty sure he could come up with a decent enough idea.

mood
happy

location
bestie's place

outfit
clothes

playing...
California

by Silent Pilot​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Callum

tags
hery

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[hery]

MOOD: i think he's going thru something

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: skeletor's dungeon

basics

MENTIONS:
Oates, Nate
INT:
Winona (Jace)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Callum Richards

Sleep it off...

Callum could only bring himself to offer a disinterested hmm to Jace’s words, all of which he could have predicted without having to talk to the guy. Though formalities and pleasantries were lost on him, the frowning dancer put a little effort into appearing attentive. Reclined in the bean bag chair, he rubbed his eyes, allowing his eyelids to drop then shoot open at every other blink.

“Same as always,” he murmured, noting that Jace had intentionally avoided commenting on the state of his apartment. He was kind of an enabler too, wasn’t he? Callum took a swig from his can and set it on the table, taking the time to feel the sugar cling to his enamel. “You want anything to drink?” He pointed to the fridge, being the poor host he was.

Two piercing eyes lifted to address Jace more directly; absent was all sincerity in his weary soul. “I’ve been working on myself.” Jace never did seem to understand his dry humor. “I deleted most of my socials.” The lanky man stretched, extending his joints with an almost alarming amount of cracks and pops. “But I did receive your texts. And emails. And voice messages.”

He could look at them later, or he could just get talking to Jace over with now. People could be so overbearing it made Callum want to scream, which wouldn’t be very loud if he did, but still. Instead, silence filled the room and, although the raven-haired boy was more than comfortable basking in it, he wasn’t alone anymore. Breaking the lull, he spoke.

“I’m thinking of leaving L.A. There’s not a lot left for me here.” His eyes traveled to the pile of papers on the table, all of which contained missed homework and important documents. What were Callum’s grandparents paying for? Complete and utter misery? “But I think signing all those papers is more trouble than it’s worth.”

There was no winning when he was in this state. Most people weren’t worth talking about it to. After all, Callum’s grandparents still thought they were dating. He didn’t have the heart to tell them years of progress had been tossed down the drain, cast aside by a cheating ex and a backstabbing friend. For all he knew, his grandmother was still sending Oates Garfield memes on Facebook.

“You ever been through a breakup, Jace?” He didn’t know why he asked it. Maybe some part of him couldn’t take the loneliness anymore. Sometimes it was easier to be candid with a guy so out of touch with reality he couldn’t even begin to judge all of the faults that lay before him. Like talking to a stuffed teddy bear. And Jace would never leave. He was too loyal for that, perhaps because he was the only guy less desirable than Callum.

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And just his luck, someone happens to find his way to the EXACT SAME DANCE STUDIO OUT OF ALL OF THE EXISTING ONES (that Levi doesn't even fully know about but that's a story for another time... Or maybe an issue for another time would be more apt to say.) and on the damn day off too! What crazy student goes out on the day off and decides that they're gonna do exactly what they've been doing all the time in this school which is practice just a bit more for absolutely no reason at all?!

Levi couldn't feel the stupidity of his own argument made from sheer annoyance being used against him as the irritation settled in a bit more quickly than that, his incomplete dance move ending in a complete turn around in a huff with a rather obvious scowl towards the new entrance, fully expecting someone just insufferable...
And Levi's gaze ends on what probably is the closest human equivalent to a lost puppy, that's a little less worser, though maybe he wants to be alone a little more, he's tired of dumb puppies after having to run after one across unfamiliar and, frankly, terrifying pathways through the Hollywood streets, as much as one feels like they're swimming on dollar bills...

And then Levi realized he was being a complete asshole by keeping that unyielding expression on his face for 5 seconds without saying anything and standing still with his hands firmly placed on his hips towards someone who didn't even do anything bad. His hypocrisy slapped him back into his senses as Levi shook himself back. "Urk- Um, uh, Oi! I MEAN, hi! What's up! Don't mind the face I just, eh, I just look like that!" He desperately tried to seem as friendly as he can to this guy, shaking his now open hands passively with a nervous grin and raised eyebrows, feeling completely guilty.

It would be one thing against a teenager with a stick up their ass, hell, it would feel GREAT as hell!
But this is someone who, at the very least, looks like they just walked in, that's not cool for Levi to act like a stuck up prick.
Maybe Iuri was right, he's really acting too defensive and it's hurting him a lot, he can't act like this. This dude even said SORRY, man, Levi really needs to take a chill pill.
"No, no, you're cool, just didn't expect anyone to be here." He started getting a little chiller, HOPEFULLY he got things under control and didn't completely blow things up. "You're a student, you don't even have to ask for my permission, mano, you're cool." A little portuguese to seem more like a 'cool and hip' foreigner, a tactic taken straight from his twin, a very dumb one in hindsight... Though maybe Levi managed to show his figurative openness more now.
He doesn't need more people to dislike him.

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Calculus, in all of its fine, sparkling glory, was going to be the death of Charlie Howell. Well, calculus and chemistry and then throw in some physics.

Okay, maybe Charlie was struggling just a little.

Since the return from break, Charlie had been working double time in an attempt to keep herself preoccupied. Her afternoons were filled with extra credit assignments, doodling lyrics that made no sense in the margins of her class notes, taking on not one, not two, but three extra tutoring gigs. Sure, she was fucking exhausted but it wasn’t like there was a whole lot left to do, the space from spending time with her friends and Lin empty and entirely unfilled.

Fuck it. Friends hurt too much, numbers and figures and diagrams wouldn’t fuck her over like that.

In some sort of selfish, roundabout way, Charlie was seeking a fresh start. There was too much baggage in Los Angeles, ghosts of once beloved memories haunting every favourite coffee shop and bookstore. They were impossible to avoid and every time that familiar ache began to crawl back into her chest, Charlie replaced the sadness with anger and the anger with dedication. She didn’t have time for tears or pathetic crying, no one cared anyways. The best thing for her to do was to throw her all into her work and hope that, somehow, that would be enough to convince the world that she still was deserving of the place that her dad had practically bought her in Hollywood Arts.

Not everything was bad though, Charlie had to keep reminding herself. Her label picked her up again the minute they heard that she was back in Los Angeles and the meetings with the stupid publicists and agents were enough to give Charlie some sort of comfort.

Then there were her two newest associates that were actually pleasant company to be around. Axel, the boy she had given the Hollywood Arts tour to, turned out to not be nearly as broody or intolerable as he first came across as. In fact, Charlie actually didn’t mind when they ran into each other in the halls or after class. Then there was her even more unlikely friend, River, whom she had met through one of Oates’s many escapades.

River was exactly who Charlie was on her way to now, music softly thumping through her headphones as her feet pressed into the pedals of her bike. When the coffee shop finally came into view, Charlie slid to a smooth halt and hopped off, tying the chain around the bike before heading inside.

The shop, lovingly named the Expresso Express, was a tiny hole in the wall that Charlie had found just over a year ago. Almost literally a hole in the wall compared to the other stores along the avenue, the storefront mostly brick and one small front door with chipped faded blue paint and a gold knocker below the sign and lot number. Most people looked right over it but somehow, that added to its charm.

Charlie walked in, a small silver chime above the door tinkling as the top brushed against the metal. She ordered her usual, a cinnamon latte with nutmeg and a blueberry almond muffin, and worked her way through the mess of varying tables and chairs, none of which matched, to the very last booth. Within the safe comfort of the booth, Charlie threw her bag down onto the tired cloth of the bench and crossed her legs beneath her. Up came her textbook out of her bag as Charlie’s other hand brought the yellow mug up to her lips.

What? She had a few minutes before River got here and, in Charlie’s opinion, there was little better place to study than in the comforting mdist of the smell of coffee beans, freshly baked muffins, and the soft sound of coffee machines.

“Shoot,” she murmured to herself as she tugged her phone free from the front pocket of her backpack. After sending River a quick message to let them know where she was in the shop, Charlie nodded with satisfaction, pulled a small piece off the muffin, and got to work on her fifteenth physics problem of the day.

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Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. You know that thing that dogs do when they see other dogs on the street? Ya know, the tail wagging and the excited ears and the lil tippy tappy of their feet?

Yeah, that was Eli right now.

Look, who could blame him? The Boys (trademark pending) were back in town! That’s right, Eli’s childhood gang were all in Los Angeles now. Cappie had been there for a while, obviously, but Ian was back now and that meant that, finally, Eli could let loose and just be a teenager for a change instead of worrying about people and being there for them.

Unfortunately, his friends both had lives and thus, Elias was by himself on the Friday off. There he was in the kitchen, flipping pancakes for himself in nothing but his socks, underwear, and white button down as he screamed the lyrics to the top hits of ABBA. No one else was home so who gave a shit? Not Elias.

“YOU ARE THE-” A dramatic twirl on the tips of his socks, a spatula being used as an imitation microphone. “DANC-ING QUEEEEEEEEEN, YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY SEVENTEEEEEEEN!”

Of course, he should’ve maybe been a bit more prepared because the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin when a pair of hands latched onto his shoulders.

“I’m getting a lead role in a movie!”

Eli let out a rather horrible sounding screech as he fought against the urge to jump back, his brain reeling to try and figure out who the hands and voice belonged to. When his breath eventually calmed and his eyes got a few panicked blinks in, Eli’s shoulders relaxed under the hands still on him and he shook his head with a soft giggle at his own reaction.

“Cap, you scared the heck out of me.” Eli laughed warmly, reaching his hands up to pat Cappie’s before flinging his arms around Cappie’s torso. “Congrats, man! I’m so proud of you!”

This was phenomenal news, absolutely it was, though if Eli was being honest, he’d still have the same reaction if Cappie had starred in a thousand films. There was little that made Eli happier than seeing his loved ones thrive… except maybe making pancakes and singing ABBA, but loving his friends was a really close second.

"Dudedudedude, you gotta call Ian, too. Tell him I said hi," Cap continued as he released Eli from the bear hug that Eli was certain had rearranged his ribs. Dude was way stronger than he looked.

“Nah, this is big time, bro!” Eli chirped, pinching Cap’s cheek teasingly as he shook the can of whipped cream on the counter and spritzed some into Cap’s mouth before giving himself some. “Come on, we’re gonna go get Mr Evans and then, my friend, we are gonna frickin’ celebrate! I uh,” Eli paused, looking down slightly, “I should go get some pants. Be right back.”

Eli hadn’t waited for an answer, rushing past Cap like an excited child on Christmas morning. He didn’t even stop until he was nearing the top of the stairs when it dawned on him, clear as day, the critical mistake he’d made.

“Crap! My pancakes!”

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Pancake crisis averted, Eli had managed to pull on his pants and grab his car keys and off they went to Ian’s new place. All the while, Eli’s usually loud radio was silent as he flooded Cappie with every sort of question he could think of.

“What role is it? When do you start? Oh my gosh, this is so exciting Cap! Can I visit you on set? If I do, can I bring treats or is that, like, against actor code? Oh my gosh, are you going to go to the Grammys? Or is it the Oscars? Cap, you’re gonna be on the red carpets, dude this is great!”

Yeah, you get the point.

Eli didn’t shut up until they got to Ian’s apartment building and was only long enough to dial Ian’s number, fingers impatiently tapping the side of his phone.

“Hey Ian, it’s Eli. You’re not busy, right?” No, he wasn’t about to wait for a response. “Good, come downstairs. Cap’s got big news and we are gonna go celebrate!”

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