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    Monday January 5, 2021​

    Good morning beautiful Los Angeles. It’s Monday morning and Hollywood Arts has a group of new arrivals: fine talent from all over the globe. Recruited by the famous Starr Industries, the international students are fresh faced, ridiculously talented, and ready to receive their tours around the state-of-the-art Hollywood Arts campus by some of the more… respected students.

    Good luck everyone! You may need it.







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    Okay look, don’t laugh. Charlie really hadn’t intended to be an hour early for school! There was a perfectly valid explanation for all of this.

    In the weeks following her ‘father’ (she was still weary about using that term, just because he had thrown money at her didn’t mean that he was suddenly the shining star of parenthood) and his generous donation to the bank of Charlotte Howell, Charlie had honestly been kind of… good. She’d spent most of her winter break moving her things over to her new apartment, once again generously subsidized by her father, with a short break to fly home to see her brothers for the holidays.

    Look, maybe everything wasn’t entirely wonderful. Yes she had a beautiful new apartment (and no disastrous roommates to look after anymore) and she was, of course, staying at Hollywood Arts. Crazy what happens when you have money to pay people off. All of that was good but then there was the whole situation with Lin… Well, Charlie really didn’t know how to feel. It hurt, of course, losing a relationship that meant a lot to her. Yet somehow all of these life changes — moving out on her own, restarting her tenure at Hollywood Arts, distancing herself from difficult friends, going through a breakup — somehow she felt like she was being reborn.

    This was her time to shine, some big turning point in her life, a new chapter beginning…

    You get the point, enough shitty metaphors.

    All of these changes had strangely been revitalizing. Charlie had begun working out in the morning before class, making full meals, working on her music in a healthy manner. Yes, everything was falling into place. A normal sleep schedule? Healthy habits? Well damn, Charlie was practically glowing. Bad things happen for a reason if you squint the right way, Charlie assumed. Maybe for once things were finally starting to go her way.

    Charlie had decided to walk to school Monday morning and had unfortunately underestimated how close she was actually residing to the damn place. So yes, she showed up (accidentally) just under an hour early. Finding herself without much to do while she waited for her tour group to start, Charlie found herself an empty table in the foyer and hopped onto it, sliding her back down the wall and drawing her knees up towards her chest to act as a perch for her AP Sociology textbook. It was there she remained, unmoving and honestly rather unaware of the world around her, until a person standing in the foyer caught her eyes.

    “Hey!” Charlie called out, lowering her knees slightly so that she could look over her textbook. “Are you here for the tour? Seems that a few people are late, you can come wait with me until your guide gets here.”

    Closing her textbook with a gentle thump, Charlie scooted towards the edge of the table and let her legs dangle off the side. The closer she was to the person, the more she got the sinking suspicion that she was supposed to recognize the person. With a snap of her fingers, Charlie hopped off the desk and walked over to the boy, tucking her textbook under one arm while she reached a hand out in greeting.

    “Shit, my bad. You’re Axel, yeah? I’m Charlie,” she greeted with a smile, “I’ll be your courteous tour guide for today. Unless you’ve got a twin or something and you aren’t, in fact, Axel. Then I’m just double stupid and you should just ignore me.”





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    Nathan Woods


    Why he'd been chosen as a tour guide for some of the new students was really beyond him. He wasn't sure what about his personality screamed that he was set for this kind of situation, but he didn't really have much of a choice. Nate had been on thin ice with the school since the start of the year, and he certainly didn't want to risk taking any kind of false steps that might cause them to kick him out of the school.

    Plus, maybe this shit would be a good distraction.

    Freya Byrne. Some fucking painter child he was stuck with today.

    Just a few hours of showing her around, and he'd be free to go and do his own thing. That was the hope, anyway, the goal for today. All he had to do was hold on for a little bit, hold out just long enough to appease the schoolboard or whatever the shit it was, and then he could slip away.

    Naturally, as with any day when it came to Nathan Woods, he couldn't properly start his day out until he had something running through him. Today's poison and method were the same as pretty much every other day: lighting up a joint in the driver's seat of his parked car. He kicked his seat back a bit, popping the steering wheel up so the rather large boy had a little more room. And he settled back, reveling in the feeling.

    Waiting for the warm numbness to spread through his body, waiting until a vague, dopey smile was pressing at the edges of his lips. Normally, Nate didn't smoke enough to get that high -- he just smoked enough to take off the edge, but not enough that most people would notice.

    Today, he was pushing those boundaries a bit.

    His gaze lazily watched the clock in his car, waiting for it to become time for him to head inside.

    Eventually, it was time.

    He sighed, putting out the joint and dropping it into his cup holder for later. Nate had grown a little lazy with hiding his addiction -- not that it really mattered if he did hide it these days. And once it was, he sluggishly climbed out of the car, slamming the door behind him and lumbered towards the school.

    By the office. That's where they were meeting, right?

    As he approached, it was obvious that they were -- familiar and unfamiliar faces were everywhere, talking and trying to pick off their people. It was a little weird that they weren't using name tags or something a little more organized, but it was what it was. Nate had seen a couple pictures of the girl he was supposed to find, so he was fairly certain that he had a decent enough image of her printed in his mind.

    Curly dark hair. Freckles.

    Some shit like that.

    Bitchy attitude.

    He could relate to that, though.

    Eventually, his dark eyes lazily settled on a form that seemed right, so he walked towards her. The tall senior held his hand out to the girl.

    "Nate," he stated simply. "Freya?" he asked, equally simply.

    Well, Nathan never had been much one for small talk.




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    Ashton West


    New year, new her. Everything that had happened in the fall? Completely, totally just like... one hundred percent forgotten and done with. Like, Trevor who? Right, she didn't even know his stupid ass. And everything that had happened past that, every mistake and wrong turn, she was just gonna like... close her eyes and pretend it hadn't happened. Let everything just slide under the rug, and she'd start over fresh.

    And what better way to start over fresh than to help be a tour guide for the influx of students?

    Like, she would get to new people, and she would get to distract herself for a whole day by just showing around some new kid that didn't know anything about her. Well... like, sure, it was hard to be a nobody when you were literally in a school designed for teenage celebrities, but they wouldn't know anything past what everyone else already knew. Like... they wouldn't instantly hate her, and think she was a whore or whatever like JJ did.

    Yeah, okay so, it was simple. She was gonna keep a smile on her face, and she was gonna have a good day. She was going to find... what was his name again? Parker French, yeah? Yeah. Yeah, so, she was gonna find him, give him a tour of the school, totally ace it, and life was gonna be great.

    Ash had arrived early with Charlie, but she hadn't really tried to talk to her or anything. Instead, she'd kind of stuck to herself near a different part of the foyer because... well, it was weird to talk to friend's ex-girlfriend and also your ex's best friend. Sure, Charlie hadn't really snapped at her at all over anything yet, but that didn't mean Ash wanted to take any risks. The tiny blonde kind of scared the hell out of her.

    So sticking to herself, keeping her attention on her phone while she waited it was. She'd glance up every once in a while when people would come trickling in, but no one that looked quite like the guy she was seeking out came in quite yet. So she found herself waiting patiently, until finally a guy walked in that looked sort of like he might be it. She waited a moment, studying his features, until she was pretty much positive it was who she needed.

    With a smile on her face, she approached him.

    "Parker, right?" She asked, and she held a hand out to the boy. "I'm Ash West, your tour guide. It's really nice to meet you. What department are you in?"




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    Genevieve was tired, though honestly you probably couldn’t tell. The Queen of Hollywood Arts was back and better than ever after Christmas break. Somehow, she seemed elevated in her being, striding through the front doors of the school with enough confidence that she even shocked herself. Heartbreak did that to a person, it had a way of changing a person and making them stronger than before. As much as Gen hated to admit that any bitch could change her like that, even she had to admit she was different.

    No more playing games. No more backing down. No more playing nice.

    Regardless of if you could tell or not, Gen was fucking exhausted. She’d been running around almost nonstop over the break, flying to Paris for a shoot, then to Tokyo for a runway. Between all of that, there was reassuring Eli that he wasn’t going to die alone and trying to make sure that everyone else in the house was doing good. At least Ash was doing better than originally anticipated.

    Through the front doors of the school Gen strode on the first Monday back, long, freshly cut hair billowing behind her in time with the Creed perfume wafting off her warm skin. She wasted no time heading past the lockers and several groups of students, many of whom she didn’t recognize, directly to the fashion room. Past the racks of freshly pinned dresses ready for alterations she whizzed, right to the table she usually sat at. Evie would be there later, back in their normal spot at the back of the class with enough room to watch the mayhem go down without having to get directly involved.

    Wait.

    Shit.

    Was it-

    “Fuck.” Gen groaned, her eyes flicking to the large clock on the wall. She had less than five minutes to meet with her little tour partner, some new girl in the fashion department named Nor. Where was that again?

    Gen was never one to be late, it was in terrible taste to be a moment too late. So, naturally, Gen practically sprinted across the school and down four flights of stairs to the bottom floor. Pausing behind a corner to run a hand through her hair and adjust her shirt, Gen turned the corner and scanned the room. Nope, that one is too tall, that one is far too unpolished, that one is definitely a guy that also doesn’t have any taste, and that one…

    Bingo.

    “There’s some important rules to follow if you want to be any sort of successful in this world.” Gen’s voice called out loudly across the foyer, a few heads looking her way as she narrowed her gaze in on Nor. “Always make sure you’re on time. Never falter, bitches simply aren’t worth the effort. Always dress to impress, there are important people watching.” Gen pulled to a stop in front of Nor, sizing her up for a moment before offering her a small, playful smile and an extended hand in welcome. “Seems like you’ve got all the ground rules covered. I like what I see. Genevieve Johannes. I assume you’re Nor Giovanni?” Gen’s eyes trailed Nor head to foot and back up again, giving a confident nod. “I know talent when I see it. Beautiful name, by the way. It's a name that commands power and you seem like the kind that will grab opportunities for power by the balls and make it your bitch."





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    Levi Pascoal
    Levi truly had better seen better days, the blaring alarm gave him a killer headache and attempting to ignore it proved futile once good old Iuri decided that enough was enough and revealed the sleeping beauty to the morning sun of Los Angeles, much to his very loud dismay. Very far from home and about to enter a new journey that, admittedly, Levi is leagues away from being ready to do so, he's feeling intimidated and out of place in this country and he might be meeting the most narcissist assholes he's ever seen, Levi knows very well how the social dynamic can go and he's not looking forward to getting back in it.

    Why doesn't he just go back with his brother?
    Because to waste this opportunity would be a dumb move, if they just get through years of tolerating idiots and classes, they'd be set for life. Levi knows how prestigious and highly privileged schools get you somewhere just by name, as well as how many rich kids are here, many connections can mean an extra zero on the check if you're smart. This is where all their effort has gone to for the past few months with learning a full new language and other fun American exclusive things. Levi needs to be on top condition and with his other half to handle going through some of his social moves and today feels like a drag, he's anxious and he's tired and he hates it.

    And of course, as if things weren't shitty enough, Iuri chooses this specific day to act like a damned child and start teasing him even more, because his brother knows that when Levi gets too emotional, he's FAR much more easier to tease. It did make him feel a little better, sure, but it didn't feel nice of Iuri to do that on this exact day.
    So! Yeah! Levi kinda got fed up with him and just straight up left, going off alone to the infamous school as his brother scrambled to get himself together, even though it's not too late for either of them.

    Hollywood Arts.
    Levi never had any good thoughts about the school, he instantaneously assumed that it's a school for pricks with money stuffed down deeply to their pockets, but he can't lie, it does feel kind of welcoming.
    He's going to be spending a lot of time in these hallways, going left and right from class to class, all for a better future, and of course, some new friends hopefully, all hand-in-hand with his twin.

    Levi thought to himself as he solemnly wandered throughout the hallways, heading to the supposed destination where they'd start their first step in this uncertain future.
    Right, his brother isn't here.
    ...
    Levi is already second guessing himself over guilt, maybe he should've just said what he felt instead of wallowing on the defensive. He thought of many things he should've done to try to avoid this or to at least make it more entertaining and safe for his brother or something.

    Arriving at the meet up place at last... He's starting to regret going alone out of sheer pettiness, how is Levi going to handle this crowd in the same time being incapable of properly deepening the conversation?

    ...Let's keep it to hi and hellos, at least for now now, Levi's avoiding all contact with the more apparent popular ones... They're later on the list, the climb is slow and arduous, but it can be a great founding, you just can't aim high after a short climb through. So he avoided very specific people around the area and stood a little off to the side, to give more space to turn. And as unfortunate as it is, it seems like Levi will have to keep pondering about things as his tour guide seems to be late because of course he'd be late! Of course, Mr... 'whatever dumb two same names he had since he heard it' would happen to be late in this specific day, what a great day!
    Levi has never felt the universe conspire against him so harshly.

    Levi COULD switch to Iuri... but no, he could do many mistakes that might hurt his brother, so he won't do it. Besides, he promised he wouldn't do that again without Iuri's consent, something Levi has taken to heart, despite it being silly to some, it's a very serious thing for him.

    But as for now, Levi decided to sulk and observe how things are in this school, at least for now, hearing of the ever so slightly tilting tock that apparently never changes as time goes on and on...
    Hopefully, it's better than this.
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    "Yes Ma. No Ma. Ma! Why would I do that? I know okay? Look, trust me I've got this. Hollywood won't know what hit them."

    The months leading up to her transfer to Hollywood Arts had been hectic to say the least. Itim had been obsessively prepping her daughter for the new American climate, whether that be through making sure she had the "white person" accent, purchasing a new wardrobe, or preparing a binder full of rituals and tasks for Nina. It was chocful of diets, exercise regimes, trends, and even some info on the more high profile students of the school(For ex. Chas Marino, the former child star who'd gone on to guest on some rehab show or something Nina couldn't quite recall)

    She hugged the binder close to her as she talked to her mother on the phone. It was calming in a sense, like having her mother with her without Itim actually being there. When she was younger she'd often fantasized about being without her mother, having the freedom to do what she wants, not fearing that everything she was doing was wrong. But now that she was in another country on her own, she was just scared. She'd come to rely on her mother's guidance and criticism over the years, eventually valuing the fact that someone would always be there to make sure she was doing perfectly. The binder would still help guide her of course, but it just wasn't the same.

    But it would be fine. No pressure, no pressure she just had to somehow make her way to Hollywood stardom within the next 8 years or her mother would disown her.

    Okay, screw that, there was a lot of pressure.

    In the couple weeks since moving in, Nina hadn't let a silly thing like "jet lag" affect her work. With all her free time before school began, she'd made use of the school's amenities and upon moving day had begun her exercise regimen just as her mother had instructed her. Was it tiring? Absolutely. Was it worth it? Possilutely. But as Itim liked to tell her, she wasn't a cute kid anymore. Not only did she have to be pretty, but she was beginning to reach the age where it was important for a woman to be thin and appealing to the casting directors.

    Today, it was time for the official tour of the school. She was seated in the foyer, binder now placed in her lap, and the phone pressed against her ear. Her knees pressed together, tilting slightly to the left. Where on earth was that forsaken guide?

    “I'm sorry I gotta go,” She informed her mom, raising her voice in order to be heard above the nearby speakers, “I don't know who my guide is yet okay? I doubt you'd know them anyway, they're probably not that famous-wait no we're not getting off track here, I really need to go.”

    Hanging the phone up, she instead began scrolling through her Instagram feed, her eyes darting up and down as she kept an eye out for any students who appeared to be looking for someone. After a while, she gave up and simply began stalking the page of a model once more. She'd have to remember to ask for where she could get some of the clothes she coveted on Instagram from.

    Finally looking up once more, she noticed a girl who looked a little older than her, glancing around the foyer. Could that be her? She raised a hand tenatively, recieving her answer when the girl approached her general direction. Pursing her lips, she stared at her, as if challenging her to break the ice. Truthfully, it was not so much a challenge as a plea to do so, as she wasn't sure how to do it herself.


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    freya
    byrne

    Why in the absolute fuck was L.A. so fucking hot?

    Like, Freya understood it was hotter than Ireland. It was in the south, and near the ocean, and stuff like that, right? But this was completely excessive— it wasn’t even summer anymore, honestly. It was literally the middle of winter. And, to top it all off, this ‘oober’ driver refused to turn on the air conditioning. Fuck this to hell and back.

    Scooting into an upright position and peering out the window as the car slowed to a stop, she gave a slight sigh. Time to go talk to Americans. What fun. Reluctantly exiting the vehicle, Freya slowly walked over to the door with a steadily decreasing fondness for the state of California. Push the door open, let it slam shut behind you, go find wherever the fuck all the other international students are, and...

    Waiting.

    More waiting. It almost seemed like being late might have been a good idea, since it had been-- what, two minutes? since she'd arrived, and her 'student tour guide' still hadn't arrived. Sure, maybe she was being an impatient bitch, because she wanted to get out of this cesspool of interaction. But maybe, since everyone else seemed to be there already, the person who was supposed to take her around ought to be there too. Y'know, like someone who understands what a schedule is? And the pros of fucking punctuality?

    For god's sake, did everyone have to be so energetic? And talkative? It was honestly annoying. Chríost na bhFlaitheas. If she saw another student looking excited, or happy, or whatever the fuck expression was on their faces, because she honestly couldn't tell, she was going to just leave, because that was either fucking bullshit or someone she was never going to want to talk to. Didn't any of these people know what jet lag was? 'Cause she had jet lag the size of a fucking horse, and none of this was helping. Obviously.

    You know what? She was leaving. Fuck tours, she could find her own way around the school. Probably. Eventually.

    Glancing up with the intent to go find somewhere else to be, Freya noticed someone who seemed to be approaching her. Fun. Maybe it was the tour guide-- cause if it wasn't, she was going to be so fucking pissed off. She scanned the student with a bored expression-- tall-ish, white, brown hair. Dopey, or high or something, too, as far as she could tell, which wasn't much. Might explain why he hadn't been early, despite probably living less than ten minutes away. Ish. Not like she actually knew where anything was. But she could always assume, right?

    "Nate," came a statement from the other student, and then an inquiry. "Freya?"'

    Well, at least he wasn't trying to make conversation.

    She blinked and paused for a second, brushing her hair back from her neck in irritation— god, this heat was stifling— before nodding.

    "Yeah. You're my... tour guide?"

    The last two words were spoken dubiously, with raised brows, as if she doubted his ability to tour or guide anything. Which she did, but she wasn't going to say it out loud. He might abandon her in an alleyway or something. If there were alleyways in the school. She wasn’t sure.

    Well, she wouldn’t tell him yet, at least. That was what she was thinking as she silently reached out to shake his hand, before immediately thereafter removing hers from its grip and crossing her arms with a slightly impatient expression.
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    Moving to Hollywood was the best decision Nor had ever made, this much was apparent. Gone was the monotony of her life back home, and in its place was something new, vibrant, fast paced and exciting. California was a blur of color, sound and life, and Nor loved it.

    What Nor didn't love, however, was school. It wasn't the material that presented her with problems--she was a smart girl, and took pride in her education. No. For Nor, it was the fact that she'd have to start from nothing, here at this new school in America, and claw her way to the top. And she would be at the top, or close enough to it. It had always been her place, back home, where she'd been the queen bitch in charge.

    It shouldn't be too difficult; from the looks of the students around her as she walked through the halls, none of them were of any threat to her. Nor strode with her head high and shoulders thrown back, heels clicking on the tile floors, searching for her tour guide, some girl named Genevieve. This first interaction had to be perfect--it would set the tone for the rest of the school year--and Nor was not about to fuck it up.

    She never fucked up.

    “There’s some important rules to follow if you want to be any sort of successful in this world.”

    The voice, calm and commanding, echoed through the room, and heads whipped around to see who spoke. A slow smile spread over Nor's face as she turned around, towards the source of the words. Walking towards her, still speaking, was one of the most beautiful women Nor had ever seen. The epitome of a model, was what she was, and when she came to a stop in front of Nor, all eyes on them, Nor's smile slipped into a grin.

    This was Gen. Perfect.

    "It just so happens, Gen, that grabbing life by the balls and making it my bitch is my favorite activity," Nor responded cooly, shaking the hand that was extended to her. They were going to get along great.

    People were still staring, and so Nor turned to the closest group a people, a few guys just a few feet to her left and offered them a smirk. "I'm Nor, by the way," she said, loud enough for the rest of the room to hear. "I think it's quite rude to stare at two pretty women for so long without introducing yourselves, but I suppose that because Gen is, well..." Nor trailed off dramatically, making a show of surveying the woman before her. "...Gen, your gaping is understandable."

    Nor turned away from the boys, shrugging.

    "Now where were we?"
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    OUTFIT: Brown vest and jeans.

    LOCATION: Hollywood Arts Foyer
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    The Cat Man The Cat Man (Levi)
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    Life in the last few days was Postmates, pizza boxes, closed blinds and lots of tears. His room, hell, his entire apartment smelled absolutely awful, and of that Oates had been aware, he just struggled to find a reason to actually do something about it. What was the point? Nobody would be coming over any time soon, nobody cared enough, and even if he liked his apartment being clean, was he worth it? Was he really worth anyone’s effort, even his own?

    Callum didn’t think so.

    Kian didn’t think so.

    Niamh didn’t think so.

    Kelli didn’t think so.

    Nikolai didn’t think so.

    Charlie didn’t think so.

    He himself didn’t think so.

    What was he if nobody loved him? What was he if nobody could actually love him for who he was? Was there something wrong with him? What did he do wrong? How could he change the mess he created?

    Ugh, so many questions flew around his head, like atoms hitting his skull from the inside, and from it his head hurt. At this point, he cried all of the tears he could, though he could feel more of them coming at any moment. The pillow below his head had already been soaking, and it felt uncomfortable, but he deserved it, right? He was to blame for everything.

    Callum said so.

    Kian said so.

    Niamh said so.

    All of the strength inside of him was what it took for him to finally get up from his bed and go to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he thought about going to school, but eventually decided against it. Just a few more days of sulking and self-hate would do the trick, he was sure of it. Plus, he looked like an absolute mess, and he wasn’t sure that he had it in him to actually do something about it.

    “You’re the only one who cares about me, aren’t you?” He looked down at the little brown overweight dog that was basically begging for attention at this point. Neither of them were used to Oates not being fun and peppy, and in some way both of them missed the way things were before. The dog because he loved attention, and Oates because his lens was painted blue, and he enjoyed yellow much more.

    Like that, spark of light, good thought. “I’ll tell you what…I promise to take you out on the best field trip ever, if you promise to let me take a shower. No whining or anything.” And, of course, the dog didn’t actually understand, but weirdly enough, he left the bathroom and let Oates do his business.

    Perhaps the boy cried in the shower, but at least the warm water on his skin felt good; better than the cold moist pillow that smelled like morning breath. Now he smelled like lavender and…wet dog? What?

    “Jacob!?” He looked down only to be met with the face of his brown overweight dog looking up at him in excitement. Oates hadn’t even noticed him until now, but at least one of them had been living their best life. “Where the hell have you been, loca?” He chuckled to himself before realizing how pathetic he was. Kian would’ve liked that joke. Callum would’ve rolled his eyes. Oh, he was so alone, wasn’t he?

    “Well, whatever happens, I guess I’ll always have you, Jacob.” He spoke, turning off the shower and first putting a towel over himself and then throwing one on the floor for Jacob to rub water off himself.

    That was around the time his phone buzzed, and if he didn’t see Charlie’s name pop up first as a notification, he probably would’ve ignored it to live his sadness in peace, but Charlie had been the one person who Oates hadn’t hurt in the last few months, and this could’ve been something important, life threatening even. Oates kind of wished it was.

    And his wish was Charlie’s command because she made it perfectly clear in just a few messages that if he didn’t show up at school in the next half hour, he would actually be dead in a ditch somewhere, and the saddest part was, he didn’t even care about that. He just didn’t want to disappoint Charlie. She was like his only friend, well, Nate also.

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    He made his way through the hallways in an almost running matter, his big duffel bag in hand, and his view always on the bag just in case.

    “Now, you just be a quiet nice little dog, and don’t bark, and then I’ll take you to Charlie’s later and she has those treats you really like, I think, so just don’t bark and everything will be alright, right?” He spoke to the dog who was in the bag, obviously. Though, to others it might have looked like he was talking to himself.

    “Now I just need to find a guy with white hair which shouldn’t be too hard…” He was partially correct, but this was Hollywood Arts and every guy who wanted to be different but still look hot was rocking a head of white hair.

    But then, eventually, Oates noticed a potential Levi, or his twin brother, however it was, he noticed one of them.

    “Hi! Are you Levi?” He asked, really really gently putting the bag down on the floor and extending his hand out to the boy in front of him. “I’m Oates.”

    But before the guy could shake his hand, the bag started moving, so Oates had to quickly pick it back up again. Someone could’ve seen that.
    code by valen t.
     
    locke ward ​

    Locke had to make an entrance, okay? It's just who he was. And, of course, it helped that this was a clean slate. Nearly a clean slate. Liz knew him, obviously. They'd grown up together, so he would be slightly concerned if she didn't know who he was. But she was cool. He never feared judgement from her like he did with everyone else back home.

    Back to Locke's entrance. It was becoming more challenging than he expected. The kids at home? They were easy to wow. They were nothings. The kids here? They were somethings. Many that had grown up with fame and fortune and were difficult to catch off guard. So he had to rethink his strategy. Maybe instead of funny, he should just go for shocking? No, when one thought about the celebrity scandals making headlines for the past few years, he doubted that these kids would find much shocking.

    So, instead, he finally decided to go for 'just slightly out of place'. He dug through his closet, fairly disappointed in himself. He had plenty of clothes at home - some that he used as part of his whole comedian thing. But he'd been limited on what he could bring from Australia, so he'd brought almost the most basic clothing he owned.

    Today was already off to a terrible start. He had no way to even make an entrance. Sighing, he settled on a fairly basic outfit - a pair of black shorts, a white tshirt, and an unbuttoned plaid shirt. If he couldn't entertain, the least he could do was try to make himself look hot. And he had calves to die for. He got to work on his hair, styling it as he did every morning. Still, he was pouting as he finally headed out the door. Who was he if he couldn't even make an entrance on the first day? Maybe he should've asked Liz for, like, fireworks. That would have been cool. That would have been an entrance.

    He held a school map open in one hand, and grasped the strap of his backpack with the other hand. He threw it over his shoulder, letting it hang from only his right shoulder as he tried to figure out where he was and where he was going. That's how the cool people wore their backpacks, right? At least, that's how he'd worn it back home and he was 'popular' back there.

    He finally oriented himself on campus, and headed in to wait for his tour guide. He leaned up against the wall, dark eyes shifting from one face to the next. People were searching, but nobody for him. Anytime their eyes landed on him, they moved to the next face.

    Oh! He almost forgot. In order to make it easier on his tour guide, he reached into his backpack for one of those cheesy 'Hi! My name is....' stickers and and a sharpie. He bit the top of the sharpie off and held it in his mouth. He carefully wrote his name on it:

    Locke

    There, now everyone would be able to feast their eyes upon the glory that was his name, and his tour guide would know exactly who he was when they laid their eyes upon the glory that was him.

    And now, it was time to wait.

    And hopefully become friends with his tour guide. It had been a long time since he'd had actual friends. If not, oh well. He'd be fine with the same artificial friends that he had back home.

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    mood
    a little irritated but still anxious

    location
    HA foyer

    outfit
    comfortable | long shirt + cargo shorts + socks + tennis

    interactions
    Oates | Genevieve (indirect/reaction)

    tags
    mogy mogy
    Levi Pascoal
    Levi just quietly observed the bustling school life spread and interact throughout the foyer as he messed around with his phone, watching a lot of unique people from many different countries and lifes start to get well accquainted in this new stage of their journey, a stage of glory for many of them, most likely.
    How many of them have fought for a place here?
    How many of them have dreamed of a chance to show their talent?
    How many of them have lost it because of the right amount of cash?
    How many of them have lost it because of someone that doesn't have any artistic vision?

    Levi's self shame continues to pull him down as he watches as how these students look so excited for what's to come... And he's letting himself to be left behind in the dust. He wished his brother would run through the door already and mistakenly apologize or something, saying a deeper insult for Levi to roll his eyes to and fight back, hell, they've joked about even more hurtful things than him being a sore loser and hating the game for it, why was he being so sensitive over something so silly?

    Levi shouldn't be like this, he should be happy, his brother is finally getting what he deserves, that should be enough for him...
    ...Right?

    A chorus of people moving out of the way and gossiping amongst themselves dominoed over to Levi who was about to complain in annoyance until his eyes caught the reason why such a tumult occured.

    Puta que pariu.
    Levi snuck away, further back from the crowd in realization that he may or may have not been rather annoying to what is probably the head honcho around here, the ONE thing you shouldn't do within these types of stupid hierarchies...
    Sure, it worked back home, but... Not again.
    Levi isn't home anymore, things are for sure different here. His heart is also far from healed and it might be a while before it is considering how it went down, he can't be constantly reminded of those special nights on the road everytime he tries to argue. His brother is here too, Levi can't make him a target as well as him just because of his dumb sense of justice.

    The better thing to do is to... Just drift by, maybe talk some shit, but don't push it.

    Oh?
    The uttering of his name made him a little hopeful, but Levi knows it wouldn't be his brother, just by the accent of how his name was mentioned.
    Seems like his twin would be late, a part of him is worried but... Iuri will be fine. If there's one good thing about that little shenanigan recorded on messages, it's that his brother's the cool one and he's the asshole, if that's what it takes to see him safe from these vultures, then so be it.

    Either way, Levi turned around to see his tour guide, face resting in a light expression of surprise as he also reached his hand for a shake, not really gathering much from him firsthand, seems a little meek over how he set down his bag? Only proper talking will tell. "One and not so only, what's u-..."

    And Levi experiences the real life version of being left on read as this 'Oates' ignored his hand for his bag. Closing his eyes and biting his lips on the inside as Levi held himself back... No arguing on the first day. "...We'll be quick enough, I'm chill." Levi retracted his hand, nodding as he made a narrative that maybe Oates was a little hesitant over guiding him after witnessing what he's like and that Oates doesn't just care more about his immobile unfeeling bag that doesn't even breathe over than Levi.

    ...
    It won't get worser than this, surely.
    coded by reveriee.
     
    MOOD: Capable

    OUTFIT: substitute teacher lookin ass

    LOCATION: Foyer
    basics
    MENTIONS:
    Locke

    INT:
    Charlie geminiy geminiy
    tags
    TL;DR The most awkward moment
    tl;dr
    Axel
    So the United States, right? That was a change. Not that Axel was worried. No, he was so good with change. And so good at packing, even if Mama insisted on taking over. Yes, he was sure he wanted to go, even if Natalia was going to complain about everything the whole way. Everything was good.

    Axel maintained that he was okay with moving across multiple borders for the entire process. Until he was on the plane. Natalia still had bruises from how hard he gripped her arm. The 16 hour flight felt more like 16 days as he found himself, for the first time in his life, unable to sleep. Human beings were never meant to fly, and they sure as hell weren’t meant to land. Babies were right to scream on airplanes.

    Settling in was much easier after the initial anxiety. And ten hours of sleep of course. He could've honestly gone longer, but there was a school to be at and a shower to take.

    Yes, now he was fresh, semi well rested, and dressed. Shoes were merely aesthetic for him but with how obsessed these people had been with feet? Better put them on. Yes, toes out was not the first day look. Ever.

    The hard part was navigating a busy city, in a country he’d never been to, alone, in a wheelchair, to a place he had, obviously, never been to before. Google maps was a savior. Axel didn’t bother waiting for his roommate before leaving. The two of them had barely spoken, and he wasn’t about to fake being friends with this guy. This was a convenient arrangement of course, what other reason did they have to live together? This didn’t make them friends. Okay, that was just him trying to protect himself from getting hurt.

    Regardless, he left the apartment alone, ready to take on the world. Or the sidewalk. Whichever. Most people would’ve been thrown off by the sudden seasonal change, but honestly, Axel didn’t mind ending summer early. Winter was cozier. Crisp air filled his lungs as soon as he left the apartment building. Foot traffic wasn’t so bad this early in the morning, but he was sure after school would be a different story.

    Another check of the map assured him he was heading in the right direction. It was just a few blocks, he’d be fine. And he was. Navigating was just as easy as in Buenos Aires. Except the streets were both ways, how did you know which side to drive on? Weird. Other than that, everything was easy. Take that, Mama. Sidewalks? Crossed. Doors? Hell yeah, they had buttons. He even ordered a coffee on the way. And that school? Entered.

    All fine. All Axel had to do was talk to people. That should be even easier. So why did he feel like the world was about to end? It was what he was here to do, right? To meet people who’d never heard of him, a clean slate.

    Somehow they’d know, they had to. Someone had to have posted about it or… or something. Axel didn’t know exactly how that transfer of information happened, just that it did or it would in the near future. That’s how it worked. So everyone here had to know they couldn’t trust him. He should just turn around and-

    “Hey!” Axel’s attention was snapped towards a girl sitting on a table. Great, someone already wanted to start shit. He was about to start defending himself when she just kept talking. Oh yeah, the tour. Right. Something normal and what he totally thought this was about. His shoulders relaxed a little as the initial fear subsided.

    Then she got off the table. Why did she do that? No, go back to reading, what the fuck? Back on defense, Axel’s eyes darted over her, assessing what his next move should be. Nope, he had nothing.

    Charlie. Right, his tour guide. Of course. Wow. Way to freak over nothing. He glanced down at her hand, brows ruffled. He had nothing to give her. As she continued to speak, Axel looked around, hopefully finding an answer. Ah, hand shaking, how very American.

    “That is me, the one and only,” Axel turned his attention back up to her. “Well, not true. There are a bunch of guys named Axel, I am only one of them. But I should be the only one you are looking for, yes.” Great. That clarification was so unnecessary, he could just die. “No twin, but my sister ate her’s in the womb.” And that was relevant how? Dios mio, just shake her hand. Just another thing to overthink. How hard was too hard and how shaky was too shaky? He shifted his coffee to his left hand and went with a moderate grip and two hard shakes. Good? Probably, but what did he know?

    Now what? Should he start talking again? No that was stupid. Axel dropped her hand, looking back up at her face. He couldn’t just not talk.     “So I am guessing you are in fashion?” No wait, she wasn’t dressed like a model. Not that what she was wearing looked bad, it just wasn’t obnoxiously preppy. “Or an actor?” That was a better guess. “I should not say that. Not all pretty girls have to be doing pretty girl things.” There it was again, okay, wrap it up. “Sorry, what department are you in?”
    code by valen t.
     
    MOOD: ew responsibility

    OUTFIT: socks and sandals

    LOCATION: school 🤢
    basics

    INT:
    Locke Beeze Beeze
    tags
    TL;DR do drugs give tours ig
    tl;dr
    Jackson
    — Prescription Kid



    Hollywood Arts was… fine? Jackson still wasn’t used to it, but he was at the very least warming up to it. People surprisingly enjoyed his antics. That was strange. He knocked a whole flag pole down and some model asked to have the flag he was trying to hang. And she paid for it. Where else could he get this entertainment? Okay artsy bastards, you can kind of get it.

    However, why the fuck did they think he was suddenly one of them? Jackson had already left his house when he heard about the tours. Who’s bright fucking idea was it to let him show some new kid around? He was the fucking new kid. Some poor bastard was going to get a very nice tour of two classrooms, the bathroom, and the best places to do drugs on campus. What else did he need? A third classroom? Unlikely.

    First they told him to be on time, then they banned talking about feet. What’s next? Saying he had to be sober? This was a fucking dictatorship. Jacks took a hit from his dab pen before that rule had time to be brought up. So technically he wasn’t breaking it.

    Jack avoided running people down on his skateboard. Man, why the fuck did so many people walk in LA? It was the 2000th century, get wheels cowards. He managed to flip the board up only seconds before hitting the school steps. Take that! They wouldn’t hurt him a 12th time. And he was only… shit 15 minutes late. Can’t win them all.

    Okay, okay, what did this Locke motherfucker look like? Jacks hadn’t seen the asshole on twitter so this was much harder than it should’ve been. At least he could narrow it down a bit. None of the girls, thank god, and most of the guys had already paired off. He spun in a few circles before spotting it. A name tag? What were they, nine?

    So they just let any asshole in here as long as they were pretty? Got it. For a moment, Jackson considered ditching and, shockingly, showing up to class. Maybe he was… too high. Was that possible. No, more likely aliens had somehow reprogrammed his mind. Yeah, that made way more sense.

    Alright, this or class? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Jackson’s finger bounced back and forth as he whispered the whole rhyme. Damn, tour bastard it is. The world of choice was cruel and unforgiving. The only thing that would make this worse is if he had an obnoxious accent and come on, not even aliens would do that to him.

    Jackson let out a high pitched whistle and nodded at Locke    , “Dude with the hair.” He knew what the fuck Jax meant, “Yeah, you.” He snapped his fingers and gestured over his shoulder. “Do you go to school here or not?” Stop looking around like a dumbass. Jesus fucking Christ. Jack didn’t wait for the other student to start following him, he’d just have to figure it out. “Come on, I don’t have all day.” Well, he did, but he didn’t want to spend it with a guy who’s name was an object.
    code by valen t.
     
    MOOD: eeeee!!!

    OUTFIT: here

    LOCATION: heathrow, london ↠ hollywood, la
    basics
    MENTIONS:
    Buck ( jazzyball jazzyball )

    INT:
    Ava ( Winona Winona )
    tags
    TL;DR luci arrives
    tl;dr
    luciana
    ♫ the la's - there she goes
    Oh my God. Oh my God!

    It was official. She’d done it. She was in L.A. and she was here to stay. From the moment her enrolment had been confirmed, to the first step off of her one-way flight from Heathrow to LAX, Luci’s anticipation and excitement for the start of the term could barely be contained. Everything she did, she did in a frenzy, as if it would somehow usher the passing of time to move more quickly.

    “Now, Luci,” her mum began, pulling her into a tight embrace. The miserable British weather howled and pounded at the roof of the terminal.

    “Please remember to call us, okay? Make sure you look after yourself – and be safe!”

    “Yeah, yeah, mum, I promise! It’s only L.A., it’s like, 10 hours max.”

    Eventually she escaped from the grasp of her mother, who was acting alarmingly dramatic about the whole situation. Luciana was an avid traveller; for the past two years she’d sparsely been at her Chelsea family home – what’s more, Luci’s parents supported her endeavours wholeheartedly. They were pleased to see their daughter seize the opportunities she had whilst she was young and not yet confined to the demands of life, such as theirs became.

    Finishing her education in Hollywood, in one of the most prestigious international high schools a hopeful teen could apply to? How could her prospects get any better?

    Luci arrived in L.A. mid-afternoon on New Year’s Day; promptly stripping out of her sweater upon leaving the air-conditioned airport. The heat of the sun caused a welcome smile to spread across her face – here we are. The city of dreams.

    With her phone in one hand, and pulling her suitcase with the other, Luci set off towards the bus terminal, typing as she walked.

    hey! i’ve landed! send me your address for the uber please please please with a cherry on top x
    2622 zimmerman lane
    so excited to see you luv xx

    *****​

    Living with Buck was great. They’d met several years ago whilst abroad vacationing with their parents. Back in the UK, Luci and Buck travelled to each other’s hometowns in England and Scotland if they had a day or so spare. They got on well; both had a voracity and appetite for life that was uncompromisable for either of them. He was as curious and as passionate as Luci, which she admired of her friend. It was only by pure chance that the pair of them had ended up enrolling at Hollywood Arts, but it was a welcome surprise none the less.

    Luci had spent the first few days adjusting and acclimatising to her new location. On her first morning she acquired a pair of vintage yellow rollerblades, spending three hours traversing up and down the Santa Monica pier. This was freedom.

    Quickly, the first day of term rolled around. Her nerves took a sharp increase the night before, which was subsidised by a nice bubble bath and an early night.

    It was 9am, and Luci was exactly where she had been instructed to be. Main foyer, Ava Sanders. Main foyer, Ava Sanders. she repeated to herself, looking about the place. There were a few other students milling around, new or old she couldn’t tell. She wasn’t sure any of them were the Ava she was looking for.

    Uh oh. Maybe she was in the wrong place. She checked her phone. 9:06.

    She debated asking at the front office. Ugh, no. Don’t be so reliant. The others looked as if they were waiting too, and so she silently sat down in the wooden armchair and gazed hopefully at the main entrance.
    code by valen t.
     
    MOOD:
    It's fine.

    OUTFIT:
    There's a blue somewhere in here

    LOCATION:
    School
    basics
    MENTIONS:
    Ez


    INT:
    mother of sorrows mother of sorrows

    tags
    TL;DR: I think I can I think I can-
    tl;dr
    Auguste
    tw: depiction of PTSD

    A deep inhale in. Hold for three. And then breathe out.

    He could do this.

    He could do this.

    He could do this.

    The bike ride to school had been shit, thank you. His stomach churned the entire time as his imminent doom came closer and closer.

    Another deep breath in, and then out.

    Every stare was on him. Every eye looking his way, the shadows had been following him…

    They knew. They all knew.

    They all knew how much of a fucking liar he was.

    There was a knot in his chest now and it hadn’t gone away since he’d left Rikki’s place.

    How can you live with yourself, Julien? Knowing fully that you’re a fucking terrible person-

    Ignoring that thought, not letting himself fall back into the cold embrace of his self-loathing. He couldn’t allow himself to.

    For some fucked reason, he’d been nominated to show a new kid around. The school apparently figured that he was stable enough - that he had proven himself to be a reliable performer with a strong work ethic (workaholic).

    Lies

    But now that he was properly relaxed-ish, he chained up his bike and walked into the school.

    Oh. He seemed to have made a new friend. That's nice. The new people already seemed terrifying, but if one was chill, he'd call it a tiny victory.

    There was supposed to be a painter that he was showing around - a fucking visuals kid, they were always visuals kids, weren’t they?

    He swore to God if Thaddeus called him Julien ONE FUCKING TIME

    The knot in his chest grew tighter.

    Should probably give his friend a little heads up, right? That was the nice thing to do.

    He messaged Ez. Tighter and tighter it wound as he tried desperately to keep his frustrations and his fears out of his texts. It was usually here he’d lock himself away, too much pressure in his skull for him to work properly, but he had to be here because he was doing a fucking tour.

    Breathing techniques. Breathing techniques. Inner peace, inner peace.

    Because he was nice now. And nice people didn’t tear someone’s hair out because they called him a name he didn’t like.

    …

    Forget Ez, if one person called him Julien he was going to lose his fucking shi-

    He waited around for the boy… The painter.

    Deep breaths. Deep deep breaths. You can practice later extra hard until you were too tired to get angry about anything at all.

    He looked at the approaching boy, arms crossed.

    A slightly sharp around the edges smile as the amicably sarcastic-ish mask fell over the frayed nerves and the paranoia and the irrational rage towards everything.

    “... Hey. You're the new kid, no? I'm Auguste, your guide.”

    code by valen t.
     
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    MOOD:
    hello new fren 😄

    OUTFIT:
    casual stripes
    ​
    INFO

    LOCATION:
    school

    WITH: nicolas

    MENTION: eli, gen​
    ACTIVITY
    keeruh keeruh
    TAGS
    cappie
    — Comeback Kid


    He might be running a little late. Ironically, Cappie woke up early this morning after a good amount of sleep, energized himself from his stretches, ate a delicious breakfast, and left almost two hours before his housemates.

    He arrived at school about forty minutes after his housemates.

    Because he took a long cruise around town on his new bike—a gorgeous custom-built rugged motorcycle colored in one of his favorite shades of green, gifted to him by Gen and Elias on Christmas day. He loves it. Ever since the new year began, Cappie had been spending an awful lot of time with his bike when he isn't working or resting. It helped take his mind off of… well, it’s too early for him to think about it now.

    He had a school tour guide job to do, and he still didn’t understand why he was chosen for it.

    He’s not a star student—that’s not to say he’s a full-time troublemaker; unlike most of the wealthy privileged Hollywood Arts students, he can’t afford to put his career on the line if he acts like a problem to the school. None of his report cards have ever seen straight A’s or B’s under his name. He was told doing this tour thing might help his chances for a scholarship before spring break—not sure if that’s true or not since it wasn’t really confirmed, with the word might being in the equation, but he’ll take any chance he gets.

    Another reason for his slight delay was his mom. The second he arrived at school, she called him through Facetime and they talked for fifteen minutes in another hallway. Cappie had received a few text messages and in-voice calls from her since the first day of the new year, but they didn’t last long due to his mom’s busy writing schedule and, well, the rehab program thing. She looked a little better than she did several months ago.

    After noticing the time, Cappie quickened his walking pace back to the foyer. A few minutes later, he arrived near the edge of the area just as Gen’s short speech ended. Her assertive voice echoed across the room and his mom caught snippets of it on the other line. “Is Gen with you? Tell her I said hi!”

    “I will later, she’s busy right now.” He told her, quietly through the small speaker of his wired earphones, he has to go now and a happy new year, mom. She said back happy new to you, too, Cappie, have a good day, mwah. The Facetime call, done.

    With his phone put away and his motorcycle helmet cradled under his arm, Cappie looked around the room until he spotted his assigned newbie. It was easy—he looked like a Tik-Tokky guy who was over 6 feet tall. Cappie wasn’t judging (much), this was just how he remembers things.

    “Buongiorno! You must be Nicolas. Or Nico? Welcome to H.A. of L.A.” He held out his hand to the Italian student, offering a vigorous friendly handshake. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Cappie. And yes, everyone calls me that.”

    Cappie only had a short time interacting with Nicolas Bottelli on Twitter. What he knew about him so far: he was from Italy and very proud of it, his goal was to out-asshole the biggest asshole, and he claimed to be humble while also calling himself Batman but hotter than him.

    If Cappie received a nickel for every time he meets someone like Nicolas, he probably wouldn’t need that scholarship. Or, realistically, he could afford half of the school’s tuition. But Nic couldn't be any worse than the other arrogant guys Cappie had met.
    code by valen t.
     






    Nathan Woods


    "Unfortunately," Nate responded to Freya's question. Did he want to be the fucking tour guide for the little girl in front of him? Obviously not -- no part of the eighteen-year-old senior wanted to be talking to sophomores on a day to day basis, let alone when forced to because they were new.

    Fuck, they hadn't even started the tour, and his head was already killing him, and all Nate could really think about was how much he wanted another fucking joint. His head was already foggy as hell, but all he wanted was that sweet, sweet release. The chance to fade away back into nothingness.

    He was still sort of dreaming about it as he stared down at the girl in front of him through exhausted eyes.

    God.

    "You're in visuals, yeah?" He asked, although he remembered the answer to that question. She was a painter just like him -- maybe part of the reason he'd been teamed up with the little girl in the first place, because in some respect, he probably understood her better than a lot of the people around here.

    Plus, well... you know. He knew all about the visuals' art classes.

    He tilted his head, a gesture for her to follow him, and then he turned and started to walk away from the foyer with his hands resting limply in his pockets.

    "Painting, yeah?" He asked -- although, again, he already knew the answer. It was a rhetorical question, and he continued speaking since well... he already knew the answer. "Watercolor." He explained, then realized that perhaps he should for once, actually use his words, and he spoke again.

    "I do watercolor."

    Perfect.




    mood
    why

    location
    school

    outfit
    clothes





    playing...
    Keep Swinging
    by Blitz Kids​




    mentions
    N/A

    interactions
    Freya

    tags
    unstablepuddle unstablepuddle


    º º code by ditto º º
     
    mood
    nervous... but looking forward to things

    location
    HA foyer

    outfit
    half-buttoned loosely tucked floral shirt + white tank-top + chain choker + denim pants + converse tennis

    interactions
    Matt | Oates (witness)

    tags
    jazzyball jazzyball
    Iuri Pascoal
    The moment Iuri walked into the foyer, it was like his brought up confidence leaked all out at once like an untied balloon, he was used to big schools with many loud students, that's not news to his eyes, hell, he had found himself in a good place socially within those hallways, with a twin or not, he had always fit in really well. However, it's been a while since Iuri's been back to school, ever since that happened, lots of his thoughts changed since then. Also, this school isn't just a normal one, it's a special one, people here might be a lot different what he's used to.

    Not only that, but this isn't Brazil anymore, Iuri took a while to adjust to the lack of extroversion within the American roads, many questioning looks shook him to shame just for wishing a good morning with a smile. Not everyone was antisocial though, he'd received many of his wishes back, so Iuri needed to learn which type of people are more open before even speaking... That's a work of progress for someone like Iuri, but it's one that's needed, taking risks isn't a good idea.

    ...But, Iuri simply gulped his worries down and lifted his head upwards, confidently stepping into the arena of this new home ground and searched around for his tour guide with his eyes, not being all out just yet, but getting into the vibe of things, taking it slow first, at least, that's what his brother advised him to do with people on the higher shelves. Sure, Iuri does believe he's a lot more open than Levi, but his other half can find more of an use with connections and words, always looking at what something could do for them... Iuri isn't sure about how Levi thinks about things, but that's not something to worry about.

    He... may or may have not pushed too hard.
    Iuri gets it, he doesn't blame his brother at all. Yeah, they insult each other a lot and nothing is taken personally and Levi did deserve what had coming to him after not listening to his own advice... But Iuri knew that Levi's emotions were exposed, a big reason on why he started teasing him, and completely forgot how he felt.

    And speak of the Devil, there he is!
    Chilling by what is probably his tour guide, seeming a little tense...
    Iuri does feel a little lonely... But he can handle himself without his bro, Levi might need the alone time to cool off anyway, talking with someone else could help him out with that.

    Either way, it seems that someone fell for the Pascoal looks! God, it's always funny when it happens, the initial confusion is so golden, Iuri's never gonna get enough of it. And so the confused looking dude, assumedly his tour guide, heads straight to him, Iuri prepares himself to make good first impressions with his first, and hopefully of many, ever talk with one of the students.

    "What's up! My bad, got a little held up!" Iuri confirmed Matt's question with a nod and a short smile, not prompting a handshake or going for a hug, that's up to the other person, and this guy doesn't seem like the touchy type. "...Need me to pinch you or something?" He looked at Matt with some raised eyebrows, purposefully not answering the inquiry about his twin as a joke... A little hard to talk to, so Iuri needs to tone it down a bit, he seems chill.

    "So, Matt, right? What's the plan?" Iuri questioned as he crossed his arms, just about ready to go as he glanced at his brother behind his guide for a moment... Before reaffirming his choice again, Levi's gonna be just fine.
    coded by reveriee.
     
    Parker French
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    Ash ( Winona Winona )
    "You got this."

    Parker was talking to himself, of course, in the mirror. He looked ridiculous, he knew, and if anyone were to see he'd never live it down. But it helped. With the anxiety, that is.

    From the moment he'd silenced his alarm at exactly 6:01am, anxiety had pressed heavy on his chest like a weight, making it hard to breathe. Today was important. So, so important.

    He couldn't do it.

    "You can do it."

    It was 8:03 now, and Parker had 12 minutes to make it to school. It was just down the road, so he wasn't worried about being punctual but...

    "You got this."

    It was time to go, there was no purpose in procrastinating. Parker took one last look in the mirror before flinging his backpack over his shoulder and exiting his apartment, careful to lock the door behind him. The walk to the school itself was short, and when he got there he paused just outside the entrance, hand gripping the handle tightly.

    "You can do it."

    This time is was no more than a whisper, as Parker didn't want anyone to hear, but it was enough to push him through the door and into the foyer, where a mass of students were standing, scattered across the room. Two tall, cruel looking women stood in the center, the attention of most of the other students on them. Good. Less eyes on him, and nothing to worry about save finding his tour guide. What was her name again...?

    Ash. Ashton. West.

    Parker's golden brown eyes darted around the room, searching for the blonde lady he'd seen in the pictures given to him of his tour guide. He stood just in the door way, and as someone entered they bumped into him roughly, causing him to drop the metallic water bottle he held in his hands with a loud bang.

    "Bloody fucking hell," he winced, stooping down to grab it. His cheeks were on fire and surely red. He didn't want to know how many people were now looking at him. Hopefully they were still occupied by the other girls. Unlikely.

    By the time he got himself sorted and stood back up, a petite blonde was standing in front of him, hand outstretched.

    "Parker, right? I'm Ash West, your tour guide. It's really nice to meet you. What department are you in?"

    Parker nodded, swallowing, words unable to come out from his embarrassment.

    "I...uh...dance. I'm in dance," he said with a small smile, lips barely twitching to the side. He'd started recovering from the incident enough to say what he did next. "You probably couldn't tell, huh, from the way I was trippin' over myself just trying to get in here. I promise I'm not always that graceless." Parker offered her another, bigger smile.

    "Pleasure to meet you, Ash West."

    You got this.
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    MOOD: on the defense

    OUTFIT: Blair Waldorf slay

    LOCATION: Foyer
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    MENTIONS:
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    Natalia
    — People I Don't Like


    You know what they say. New year, new me. Well, new year, new country, new fucking Natalia. Like everyone else who’d applied for this program, she was here to recreate herself. Not just in image, but entirely. People grow used to you putting up with shit once you let them, so she wouldn’t give them the chance. To the United States, she was just a face on a screen, a persona. As of now, only one person could stand in her way.

    Axel coming hadn’t been part of the plan, and it wouldn’t be if she had just kept her stupid mouth shut. He was family, she couldn’t hate family, but she could want to give him another goddamn spine injury. He deserved it for what he’d done to her arm. Seriously, he owed her for all the concealer it took to erase his anxiety death grip. At least she didn’t have to live with him, she’d negotiated that much. After all, being on campus was so much safer and would keep her out of trouble. Yeah, right.

    Unfortunately, on campus meant roommates. Nat had immediately hit it off with Nor, the wedding would be perfect, but Freya was… a loser. Was that too harsh? She was just so quiet and depressing. Couldn’t she have been put with anyone else? Nor totally didn’t deserve this either. They’d have to remain strong together.

    Natalia wanted to start her first day with nothing but perfection. She took her time with the deep conditioner, ironed her clothes (not without burning a few fingers), and triple checked her bag. They were having tours today, so how much could she really need? With hoops in her ears, she was ready to go.

    The hallways of HA still felt foreign, but Natalia didn’t let it show as she walked. Confident steps as she followed the trail of generally lost and confused students with accents. A foolproof plan. Soon, she was in the foyer, and the best dressed one there at that. Oh joy, Axel. She gave him a small nod of acknowledgement, but had no intention of actually interacting with him.

    Already, Natalia was being approached by someone who was dressed like a skankier version of herself. Of course this was her tour guide. Fake smile mode activated. Though, there wasn’t much faking when this girl was dishing out compliments. Go on, say more.

    Instead of taking Polly’s hand, she grabbed her face and kissed her right cheek. Now, she knew very well this wasn’t a thing in the US, but it was important to throw people off early on.     “My bad, I’m just so excited.” She released the redhead’s face, only now shaking her hand. “All is forgiven.” Natalia gave her a once over, analyzing the outfit again. “Louis Vuitton, that’s so cute!” And out of season, three decades short of being vintage. Good effort though. “Was it your mom’s?”

    Now they were off. Yay. Today was an important one for appearances, so she couldn’t be caught with her smile slipping. It would hurt to play nice all day, but it was worth it in the end. Nat would have to stick to small petty comments today even if it killed her.
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    MOOD: This dog better not bark.

    OUTFIT: Brown vest and jeans.

    LOCATION: Hollywood Arts Foyer
    basics
    MENTIONS:
    Charlie

    INT:
    The Cat Man The Cat Man (Levi)
    tags
    TL;DR Life is sad and bikes are getting banned tomorrow.
    tl;dr
    oates


    Oates Oates, the clumsy sweetheart of Hollywood Arts’ Dance Department prided himself in his ability to make every person he met feel welcome and like they wanted to be talked to. At least that’s what some of his friends said when describing him, and all of those ‘Pleasure to have in class’ cards he got in middle school had to have meant something. But it was apparent that he was really flunking with his charisma in this conversation, and that the white-haired boy in front of Oates did not at all feel welcomed to the school. Oh, God, how was he so bad at this all of a sudden? Was this a side-effect of depression?

    Well, it has to be mentioned that Oates definitely wasn’t depressed, he was just trying to process his breakup. But to him those were the same two pits of darkness, and it didn’t matter which one he was falling down through, because both revealed nothing more but gloom.

    But there wasn’t a point in dwelling on that any longer, he would be able to do that when he gets back home. He should just focus on giving this guy the best tour he ever had because Charlie expects Oates to do so.

    “I’m very chill too! Like so chill.” Was he lying? Hopefully not. It wasn’t long before his tone shifted and he continued. “But, uh……There is something you should know…”

    Now, how would he explain to this new guy that his boyfriend broke up with him and that he was so sad and hopeless about the future and the only time he actually took a shower, he promised his dog he would take him out for an adventure, and then this tour thing came up and he couldn’t let his dog down and the dog in question was now in the bag he was holding, waiting to bark at any second?

    “Uh…” Yeah, that was a bit of a tough situation, but Oates had to say it now that he mentioned it. He couldn’t let this guy think he was unwanted. Could he? What if Jacob barked and then the guy would feel unwanted and would know that there was a dog in Oates’ bag? That would just suck majorly. “So…funny story…Ihaveadoginthisbag…” He just continued to laugh awkwardly until coming to an even more awkward stop, now looking at the floor.

    “I don’t usually, you know, bring him to school. But I couldn’t leave him at home all alone. It’s okay, I can still give you a tour as long as he doesn’t bark.” He tried to reassure the white-haired boy. If he said okay, then Oates would know that he didn’t feel particularly unwanted, but if he said not okay, then Charlie would be really disappointed, and he really couldn’t disappoint someone else.

    “Do you wanna see him?”
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    Nicolas Botelli
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    Cappie 0k_mang0 0k_mang0

    Nic had lost his phone. Again.

    And...Nic was going to be late. Not that that was of any surprise, Nic has a running streak of being late to absolutely everything, for as long as he could remember. It wasn't his fault, he'd been working on a drawing and he'd lost track of the time. Now he was left undressed and covered in charcoal dust. He could go to school like that, right? The rest of the art weirdos wouldn't care. Besides, he was charming and hot enough to make up for it.

    Now where the fuck was his damn phone?

    He could have sworn he'd had it on his desk while he was drawing, but now it wasn't there and...Nic patted at his pockets, sighing.

    Oh. Yeah. He'd stuck it in there a few moments before, when he'd risen from his desk. He really had to stop smoking before school. It was a bad habit, one he made no move to break. Weed had been his only companion since he'd first tried it, years ago. And the weed in California was way better than any he'd had access to back home.

    Now what had he been doing?

    His body was buzzing happily, the precious drug relaxing his limbs and plastering a simple, sloppy grin on his face. He was screwed. Whatever. It was time to go. Nic reached in his pocket to pull his phone out and order an Uber, with a sigh of resignation. He fucking hated school. His phone buzzed, and Nic frowned down at the screen.

    Hannah has arrived. Look for a white 2018 Chevrolet Malibu. She will depart in five minutes.

    Nic exited his apartment, slamming the door behind him. Sure enough, the Uber was parked directly in front, where it said it would be and Nic approached, peering into the window. Wide green eyes blinked up at him, framed by a shock of messy red curls. This was Hannah, he presumed.

    "Nic, right?" she asked, her voice lower and scratchier than he'd thought. Pleasant. She offered him a quick grin, before motioning to the back. "Hop in."

    The drive to campus was a blur, and passed quickly. He spent the time checking the students' twitter chat, skimming over the conversation being held there without quite absorbing it. Upon arrival, he hopped quickly out of the car and thanked Hannah quietly, before heading towards the entrance. Nic reached for the door handle and pulled. Hard. It didn't budge. Frowning, he tugged at it a few times before dropping his hand, stumped.

    "Hey smart guy," Hannah called from where she was still parked, waiting for the line of cars in front of her to depart. "It's a push door, not pull."

    Nic swore under his breath, grey eyes landing on the bold letters directly above the handle that said "PUSH". Waving to Hannah, Nic pushed the door open with more force than he should have, bumping into some kid who was standing there. The water bottle flew from the kids hands, and without pausing to help him out, Nic strode past and into the foyer, where he was approached by who he assumed was his tour guide.

    “Buongiorno! You must be Nicolas. Or Nico? Welcome to H.A. of L.A.”

    Nic blinked, and then blinked again.

    “Nice to meet ya, I’m Cappie. And yes, everyone calls me that.”

    Nic blinked once more, taking a moment to process, his high brain not cooperating. Then, he grinned at the dude in front of him, shaking his hand. Charcoal stained hands met clean ones for a brief moment, warm against his own cold fingers. At least the charcoal didn't stain the guy, that would have been embarassing.

    "Just Nic is fine," he said, withdrawing his hand. "Nice to meet you, Cappie. Sick name."

    The dude totally couldn't tell he was on Mars.

    Right?


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    All things considered, all the good, the bad, and the ugly, Bella was on cloud nine.

    Christmas break, although chaotic, had been well spent between spending time with her sister (and her ten thousand new roommates) and her friends, exchanging gifts that she had spent several grueling days meticulously picking out and baking way too many cookies.

    By the time the beginning of the next semester had begun, Bella was fresh, revamped, and entirely ready to go. Thanks to the new proximity and sharing of a school with her older sister, Bella was able to sleep in a bit that Monday morning. Once Jackie’s rusty truck pulled up outside of the dorm complex, Bella had hopped in. She had made sure to shoot Ian a somewhat loving glare and a snide comment about ‘that’s my seat’ as she climbed into the backseat.

    Off the trio went for the second week in a row to get morning coffee at a local cafe before the three entered the school and parted ways, leaving Bella just enough time to drop her things off in her locker and gather herself up before she made her way to the foyer meeting spot.

    It wasn’t difficult to figure out which one of the few remaining students in the foyer was one Nina Kosaisook. There she stood sheepishly in the middle of the room, seemingly staring Bella down as she made her way over with a bright smile and open arms. Nina looked every bit like her student profile, lovingly handcrafted and supplied to the school for ‘ease of international student integration’. Bella found herself laughing at the idea, thanking her lucky stars that she hadn’t been put out there like that when she had arrived just a few months earlier from France.

    “Salut madame Nina!” Bella chirped sweetly, gently resting her hands on both of Nina’s arms before giving a friendly kiss to her cheek. “So lovely to finally meet you. I am Isabella Dupont, a literature student here from France. Welcome to Hollywood Arts!”

    Bella extended an arm to guide Nina down a quiet hallway to a set of two plush purple chairs. Bella sat carefully in one of them, pulling out a folder and sliding it across the silver coffee table to the girl in front of her.

    “So,” Bella began, clasping her hands in her lap as one ankle crossed the other, “you are from Thailand, oui? When did you get here? Oh! And these,” she continued, tapping a slender finger against the folder, “is all the information you will need to get started here. I took a look earlier this morning, they have done a great job in getting you guys up to date.” Bella smiled warmly, reaching out a hand to squeeze Nina’s reassuringly. “I am sure you are so excited. Tell me about yourself!”





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    Gen had an eye for talent, an even better eye for people that she knew would be able to keep up with her. Nor was a prime example of this. Just look at her: beautiful and she fucking knew it, powerful and she fucking knew it, confident and everyone else fucking knew it. The chances of Gen’s observations being wrong were slim to none. Luckily for her, Nor was about to prove her right.

    "It just so happens, Gen, that grabbing life by the balls and making it my bitch is my favorite activity.”

    A smirk tugged the corners of Gen’s mouth up into a catlike grin, Nor’s hand placing in hers for a solid shake. Moments after she had dropped Nor’s hand, Genevieve noticed the people staring in at them. A common occurrence for her, really, so much so that Gen really didn’t bother to even respond to them. Let them stare. Gen and Nor were attractive, no wonder they seemed glued to them. Plus, Gen was aware of the energy she commanded, especially when screaming across a crowded foyer. It was almost flattering how quickly their heads had turned.

    Nor, on the other hand, seemed quick to reply with whip smarts that caught even the seasoned model off guard.

    “I think it's quite rude to stare at two pretty women for so long without introducing yourselves, but I suppose that because Gen is, well…” Gen eyed Nor suspiciously, awaiting her next words. It seemed as if Nor was sizing Gen up just as much as she was. “...Gen, your gaping is understandable.”

    The boys turned their head and Gen turned her attention back to Nor, her arms crossed in front of her chest as her lips parted into a devious, catlike grin. “Well well well, Nor Giovanni. I don’t know how much you’ve heard about me but I’m sure if you ask anyone around here, you’ll quickly find out that I have zero tolerance for people who are all talk and no action.” Gen’s eyes trailed Nor’s form again, another confident nod. “Seems to me that your bite is as bad as your bark. I think we’ll get along famously, Miss Giovanni.” Gen flicked her hair over her shoulder as she made a move to walk past Nor, politely nodding in the direction they were headed. “Please, follow me.”

    The pair made their way up the quickly emptying stairwell just as the first bell rang for class. The new students and the guides, of course, had all been excused from class for the day. The emptiness of the hallway was perfect for touring: easier to find their way around, way less idiots to have to push out of their way.

    Arriving on the second floor, Gen politely held the door open for Nor and stepped through into the bright hallway, illuminated by rows of large, slanted windows. “You’re in fashion, if I remember correctly. You’ll get very used to this floor, this is kind of home base. Music and dance are on the first floor, the second is home to the fashion department and some of the visual arts. Third floor is the rest of the arts, fourth floor is literature along with the rest of the ‘normal’ classes.” Gen motioned towards a wide, white table as she slid into a seat. Reaching into the bag hanging gracefully off of her shoulder, Gen pulled out the file and handed it to Nor. “This is for you, babes. All of the important paperwork that admin didn’t want to fucking deal with themselves.” Gen joked with a warm laugh. “Now, tell me about yourself. I want to know all about the newest face in my department.”





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