Realistic or Modern hollywood arts: main (open!!)

[ohdittoh]

victoria shantel sterling​

So you’re standing, and this person who you slid into the dms of accidentally whilst whining about your sister reaches out and pats on your arm. And you’re doing fine before that, you know. Like, totally chill. Completely recovered from everything. You’re doing super, über good right now. Like, unfathomably well. Hence why you came up to them in the first place, right?

And then that person goes, “Are you doing alright?”

And it’s like.

You’ve been doing fine so far. Completely chill. A-o-freaking-kay.

But still, when you hear that question, you kinda wanna start crying again?

That had to have happened to you before, yeah? Yeah. Tori wasn’t completely alone in this. Like, it was a normal thing — a normal thing that happened to even the most stable, put-together, mature, et cetera, et cetera.

Tori drew in a sharp breath as Bailey moved back. She eyed them with a blank look on her face that screamed the answer for her: God, please get me away from here.

“Come on, let’s get a little privacy,” they said, smiling at her, and she tried to smile back. “Yeah,” Tori said, nodding, pursing her lips, and looking away. She swallowed hard. “Probably a good idea,” she added in a mutter.

Like, she was fine. Obviously.

But…yeah, no, she wasn’t.

They wound up in a mostly-empty hallway. Glancing around, Tori didn’t think that she recognized anything around her. Every damn hall looked just about the same, though. The only difference was that they were populated with different faces and different hastily-pieced-together projects. She just knew that this hall wasn’t the one that she’d been on before, and that was about it.

“Alright,” said Bailey, and the crossed-armed Tori looked over at the person beside her, “so what happened?”

She swallowed hard, breathing in a deep breath through her nose as she looked to the ground. Thump, thump, thump. Her heart beat a weak rhythm in her chest that she could feel even in her fingertips. One of her hands lifted to brush her hair over her shoulder, and she breathed out the sigh. Her eyes shifted back up to Bailey’s face.

Then she shrugged. “My sister’s a little bitch, but what do you expect,” she laughed breezily. Her words shocked her, too, but after a moment of pause, she continued. “Honestly, it’s no big deal.” She pursed her lips for a moment, her eyebrows knitting together. “She just, like…ran away? From us while we were talking.” Tori laughed, gesturing as though that was an outlandish thing. “Ugh, she’s so stupid. Told my parents that I had a boyfriend and then couldn’t handle it when her story fell apart.” She put a hand up to her forehead, sighing behind a smile that wasn’t so obviously forced. “I told her to be on her best behavior, and the next thing she does is throw a fit and then walk away. Real mature, right?” She shrugged again. “I think my parents started fighting after she walked away, but I, like, went to follow her. But I wound up, like…”

She railed off, then sighed deeply, looking around at the area around her. “I don’t know. Like, as I went to look for her — because I don’t trust her alone, obviously — it just kind of…” She pursed her lips, a bittersweet expression moving into her eyes. “I guess it just dawned on me again. Where I am. Like, what’s going on, you know…senior year, senior Arts Fest, and it’s all going to be over so soon.” She heaved another sigh, her eyes moving to Bailey again, frowning slightly. “Like…” She laughed softly. “Like, I can never come back to this. I mean, being a student here. Doing this thing every year. Even if I did, it wouldn’t be the same. Hell, even when I come back for Elizabeth, it’s not going to be the same…and it’s just kind of, uhm…melancholy.” At the last word, she gave another sigh, looking down to her feet.

“It’s just a lot, ya know…so I kind of just headed off to the bathroom and…” She looked up at Bailey, smiling shyly. “Well,” she laughed slightly.

That was all a damn lie — but Bailey only knew about her sister telling her parents about Ez, and…that was all.

She’d started lying before she could even realize what she was doing. It was a habit. But hell, why should she tell the truth? After all, part of being a compulsive liar for most of your life was, well, being a good liar — adding just enough truth in there for her story to be confirmed just enough to be plausible, like the boyfriend thing and her sister running off and the fight and being upset about the melancholiness of, you know, being a senior at the Arts Fest — and Bailey didn’t know any of the story beyond her little brat of a sister, anyway.

Besides…this lie was a lot more appetizing than what had actually happened, and it protected her pride.

"Yeah, anyway." She sighed softly, shrugging again. "I mean, I probably overreacted with the tears," she laughed quietly. "I was just...you know, in my feels about being a senior as I watched my sister do an audition for the little brat version of Forrest Gump to the orchestral score of my parents bitching at each other because...I don't know, they're, like, really dramatic, but that's honestly about it."

mood
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location
the celestial theater

outfit
dressy

playing...
be nice to me

by the front bottoms​

mentions
beth & ez

interactions
bailey

tags
qunqun

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[Kitsune2202]

"Queens without Kings are historically better"
Naomi Elizondo

@MiniMimi has set their status to:
Fuck this...

@MiniMimi has set their outfit to:
Fancy pants

@MiniMimi has set their location to:
Arts fest

@MiniMimi has mentioned:
Charlie

@MiniMini has Interacted with:
Nate ( Winona )

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Well he could at least say he tried, and that was clearly good enough for both of them especially when the alternative was presented. Nate gestured for her to follow him, and honestly the lack of verbal communication between the two was actually helpful.

She wasn't necessarily a chatter box most of the time, but she tended to be a bit reclusive when she wasn't feeling her best self. Her best self being her chilled out usually high self. Naomi had almost perfect being in a constant state of chill. She had slip of being horny from time to time (though recently only around a particular person) or the occasional sarcasm from messing with people for entertainment who were being too extra for her taste. But as a whole she's been a saint. She's even only gotten genuinely mad like once this year! Improvements all around and all because of a little green plant.

Even this was probably the first time all year she's let herself get this worked up about something. To point where even pregaming wasn't enough to mellow her out. Hence why she had yet to check any of her social media at all the entire day. The last thing she needed was social drama on top of her career and inner desires drama. This allowed her to socialize without needing to talk about anything before she could get her head back on straight, and it was a God send.

To be honest the amount of druggies at this school was the best yet worst kept secret in the world. It was Dollywood after all, so everyone knew druggies were everywhere both in the young and adult world. However if you looked at the schools or even most students PUBLIC twitters (not the school public one) and social media accounts you'd never guess that most of them did some type of drugs. Some of the ones you wouldn't expect go harder then just a little weed and alcohol. Something that old 90's movies made it out to deem her a loser, a worthless burn out made her actually...normal.

Did Naomi consider herself to be popular? Nope. Did she know popular people? Yah sure. Popular was always a weird concept to her no matter how many teen movies she's seen. Yup she'd stick to horror because everyone was equal to a bloody knife.

It didn't take long to get where he wanted, and she watched as he causally got out his lighter. Lighting up like it was nothing because it was nothing to them at this point.

"Busy day?"

She took the joint being passed to her with a grimace on her lips, "You can say that." She sighed slightly before taking hating the hit and letting the smoke fill her lungs. She made sure to let it linger a bit before slowly exhaling letting her eyes close before passing it back towards him. She welcomed the feeling, savoring it even. Should she find a way to calm her nerves and anxieties without an external substance? Maybe? But for now? This was her medicine, this was her sweet escape.

"Project do good? Ah... your project. Good? Went well?"

Hearing him get his full question out she still didn't open her eyes she just shrugged with a empty smile, "Uh...I assume so. Charlie is a good singer, so I'm sure she did great with the song." She opened her eyes to look at him again. It might've seemed strange for her to seem like she didn't care enough about her own project to even go check it out, but the thing was she felt like right now it wasn't even hers anymore.

She felt like that a lot of the times she sold her songs to artists, especially under her damn Disney contract. Not that it's not been good money, but still. Something about ownership of her songs is lost in this industry when you're just a writer. She hadn't even realized when she started to hate it so much. She had plenty of songs she'd written that just stay in her journal because she refuses to sell them to be transformed into something they're not. They hit too close to home, to close to her actual heart for that. It'd feel like she was actually selling her soul for money.

"I haven't presented the second piece yet." She added in. She left out the part about being unsure if she even would, or wanted to, or even how she was going to do it anymore. She didn't ask anyone to sing, it and she's actually never presented her own song at this thing. So honestly the Charlie bit might be her only grade.

She quickly shook the thoughts from her head not wanting to go down the same miserable path that lead her to being so damn frazzled in the first place. "You? How'd it go?" She asked curiously, but mostly just wanting the topic to be on anything but herself and her project. To be honest she was like 80% sure he was a painter, but she could never keep things like that straight in her head. At least not for people she barely talked to. She just knew he wasn't in her department.

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[Kitsune2202]

"Focus on me, I'm about to blow them all away"
Stella Bailey

@Steller.Bae has set their status to:
Look at me I'm Sandra Dee

@Steller.Bae has set their outfit to:
Costume

@Steller.Bae has set their location to:
Backstage

@Steller.Bae has mentioned:
Dorian, Zeph, Lin, Beth, Landon

@Steller.Bae has Interacted with:
Channel ( Soap )

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Stella sat there in the directors chair and sighed giving up on remembering Dorian's line. She still didn't check, but a part of her brain that was still logical and not just in the heat of this moment knew that she'd be fine when the time came because he WOULD be there to say it. Right now perhaps instead of trying to run lines she should focus on calming down. Then the rest would fall into play naturally.

She tried to remember what in the world she used to do before her live performances to keep her anxieties at bay. It was only a couple years ago and remembering shouldn't be that hard. Maybe it was the fact her brother used to be there with her too. She was never really alone, and had someone on her side cheering her on. Even if it didn't feel helpful her mother was there too.

Here it was just her.

Sure she had Landon and Zeph, but Landon was going through so much right now that it seemed unfair to even bring up her petty pre-show jitters. Zeph was...off somewhere? Giving a girl a tour or probably with Lin by now having fun, so he wasn't an option. Though she kinda wishes he was. She kinda wished she could see him before her show started. However he made plans and she liked the fact he always kept his word. That didn't negate the fact that such circumstances is why she was sitting here alone right now.

She was about to just get up and go back to her own backstage to see if she could talk to Dorian and see if that'd help when she noticed a tall blonde sit down right next to her in another chair. It was Channel!? Ironic that it was the very person she'd come to see so she was kinda excited at the sight, but odd because why?

Then she opened her mouth, and she realized she'd probably seen her little frustrated playback just now. That's kinda nice of her to see that and come sit with her. Pity or generosity she didn't know just yet, but she might as well seize the opportunity that's presented while she can!

Stella pressed her lips together in a tight smile and brushed her bangs from her face with her fingertips, "Yah. I honestly just think I'm a bit nervous because it's been a while since I've done a live performance. No camera, no option for re-take. But I wanted to get back into the groove of them so...here I am." She tried to explain without being too long winded. She didn't wanna bore her with an issue that honestly wasn't a big deal and would resolve itself. Also it was the only real reason she could think of why she was having trouble with something as simple as lines.

"The props? Hmm that's a really good idea!" She chimed looking away from her a bit lost in thought.

She listened to the seasoned advice, and tried to internalize it. Honestly it sounded much better to her and easier anyways. Instead of trying to bounce off what he was saying, she needed to bounce off what he was doing and what was happening around them in general. It also was something that could help her impromptu skills which were a must for an actress especially for live stage performances since you never know who was going to forget a line, change a line, ect.

It was weird such a thought had never crossed her mind before. But she was appreciative for it none the less. She had noticed the girls eyes before her start to wonder, but it didn't bother her. It actually helped hide the ting of awe inside her at this moment if she wasn't actively looking at her. It was a weird concept to be even a bit star struck at a place like this.

Well expect for freshmen. she could see how that would be something they'd feel especially if they were here on something like a scholarship so they haven't really been in the industry. She should correct herself and say it was odd her HER to feel star struck. She was a celebrity in her own right and she knew that, she owned it, she just typically didn't flaunt it unless prompted.

"Thanks." She left it at that and bit her tongue at the whole failing miserably and memorizing all his lines in an hour. Channel didn't need to know that she'd actually memorized all her scene partners lines...well for the scenes she had with her not in the entire play that'd be ridiculous. Also she didn't need to know that Stella was way too proud to even acknowledge the possibility of failing let alone failing miserably.

However since there wasn't really a way to say such things without coming off arrogant, she kept them locked away in her head.

This was something she liked to think she's become a pro at that since attending HA. Especially since befriending Zeph since he is admittedly a lot nicer of a person then her and doesn't deserve to see her and all her possible venom. Only Beth and Landon typically got a taste of her inner mind because they were the same as her, so she knew they could handle it.

Wondering how generous her mood would stay she figured she'd ask one more question before they probably went their separate ways. "Do you still get nervous?" She asked curiously. She wondered if there ever really was a level to this where you stop feeling like this, where the butterflies, just don't hit as hard and learn to relax. She might as well take this time to pick her brain for all the nervous tips she could.

Not to mention after hearing the advice, and getting the chance to really talk and think it out she could feel herself relaxing, and feeling more like herself, and the curl of her lips felt more genuine rather then painted.

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[Kitsune2202]

"Goddess of Chaos"
Magnolia Darrington

@Rebel.lia.on has set their status to:
Time to celebrate!

@Rebel.lia.on has set their outfit to:
Performance outfit

@Rebel.lia.on has set their location to:
Arts Fest

@Rebel.lia.on has mentioned:
Lucky, Kian, Javi, Josie, Jace, Dori

@Rebel.lia.on has interacted with:
Spencer ( Xed ) Kayla ( AkuTheWolfOkami )

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Magnolia cheered excitedly as her friends took the stage. She loved watching those around her reach for their dreams, and give great performances. It reminded her that there were forces in this world that were on the side of the little guy. That the big, bad, and powerful weren't in charge of everything all the time. That their was space for them, those who were different, those that had to struggle, and that there was a time in the sun even for them. The underdogs could rule too.

She giggled listening to Spencer say that he thinks Javi had spoken to him before. It was honestly pretty on brand for him. At least from what she knew of Javi's personality so far. Of the three he was the one she knew the least, or talked to the least, but they'd spoken enough for her to get a general understanding.

A lot of parts of him reminded her of Josie. The fact he does what he wants, when he wants, and is so unapologetically himself despite it all. However the actually things he chooses to do lies the difference. Other then them both liking sex, even Josie is more picky then he seems to be. Also his rage. He seemed very hot-headed and quick to anger which isn't something Josie does...or any of her friends really other then maybe Jace and even at that she wouldn't call what he does rage.

The only reason real strike she has against Javi is the fact he picked a fight with Jace and hit Dorian. But her real beef with all that was the center of the argument which seemed to be as always...Ash.

The point is he was likeable in general because he was just like the rest of them which meant she had zero doubts Javi probably was hitting on Spencer at some point. "I believe it!" She smiled. She wasn't sure where she stood with him due to the whole fight thing, so she left it at that. She didn't have her seal of approval like Lucky and Kian did. "I've not talked to him much, but Lucky seems to like him." She shouted back towards Spencer. For not that was the best she could do, and honestly was good enough for her.

She wasn't like other people who seemed to want or need a bunch of people to like them, or befriend them. Sure she gave off the vibe, and teased people with it, saying she was going to make them her friend...but truth be told? She was just fine having a small handful of people she knew she could trust without a shadow of a doubt and everyone else just being along for the ride. Just being "friends" but honestly party buddies being the better title.

Just in case she crashed and burned that's less people caught in the crossfire.

Needless to say their performance rocked the house, and she was left feeling super proud of her bestie and the band as a whole. It was interesting seeing this other side of Javi and Kian, but it was fun. They started to walk off afterwards because honestly they had an itinerary to keep which included getting Spencer to his performance on time next. She could congratulate Lucky and the others later. In fact odds where she'd go over to his place tonight and they'd all drink and party and just have a good ole time. Kick off probably another weekend of celebrating all day everyday.

...Well except for the family dinner party...maybe. She might show up high to that too.

She smiled brightly feeling Spencer's excitement as he spoke about the show. "I know! It's honestly insane, but I love it." She giggled. "Also of course you will! I know it. Trust me I've got a good intuition for things like this." She joked flashing him a toothy grin and the thumbs up.

She was being honest for the most part. Was her intuition spotless? Ok probably not, but she did believe in him and his performance. Why? Who knows considering she'd yet to see him perform ever. She had to remind herself that he was still in fact a stranger. Ok that was a lie, he was no longer a stranger in her eyes, but they had just met. Still she just knew and that once again was good enough for her.

Tho to be fair even if he did somehow suck it wouldn't taint or change her opinion of him, it just meant she needed to really introduce him to Josie so she could help him out. He was her friend now which meant he had her full support. Good, bad, or anything in-between.

She smiled and nodded as they reached where he needed to go backstage and get ready. "I'll catch up with you afterwards." She chimed retuning his bow with a playful curtsy of her own spreading an imaginary skirt since she was in pants sticking her tongue out the side of her lips. She could've done a real one since she had taken (been forced into) etiquette classes when she was younger, but what's the fun in that?

Had she really just met a stranger sober and had a blast? Had she really talked openly and willingly reveled a bit of her vulnerability? Ok, it had been quickly shut down by herself because that was not a path she really wanted to walk down or dive into on a first meeting, and she was quite sure he wouldn't either. Still! The fact the door had even been cracked was surprising. It was genuine, it felt natural, and she didn't walk away feeling a mountain load of grief, regret, or shame? And was SOBER! Like this was insane. She actually felt really good. Like she was on a high but on just happiness. Hmm maybe not happiness, but something like it. She couldn't put her finger on the perfect word, but it was for sure a positive feeling. One that made her feel warm...something she hadn't felt in a long while.

Spencer was certainly different then most of the people she'd met here. Not just his personality but the feeling he left her with. She wanted more, but she also knew she shouldn't get too close. She was curious to see what could come from this kinda friendship, but she didn't wanna mistake this feeling for hope. Hope wasn't something she had the luxury of having. Hope for a future that was her own, hope for real lasting friendships that could withstand the turmoil of both her own inner demons as well as the hell that was her Family. She was lucky to still have the small handful she currently did. It'd be greedy and selfish to wish for more.

But it was nice none the less. She'd indulge while she could.

After all staying on the safe sidelines wasn't her brand either.

Maggie wiggled her way to the front of the crowd because she wanted a good spot to see him, and wanted to make sure he knew she was a lady of her word. She said she'd be cheering him on from the front and that's exactly what she'd do. Being hot helped with convincing the guys to let her get super close as well. Maggie has never been the type to frown upon light flirtation to get what she wants.

The music began to play and the beat spoke to her before the lyrics even began. She found herself catching her breath at his movements, and with every second that past she was mesmerized. It was beautiful. The song, his choreography, the feeling that he was giving off to the crowd, the passion. It left her speechless as her eyes stayed glued to him till the end. She felt like she could reach out and touch him she felt so close in those moments. Like the entire crowded faded away and it was a private show.

It gave her the same joy watching him as she had watching Josie, but the feelings being expressed were completely different. They were both uplifting...just...different. She loved it, and just like she'd told him. He'd absolutely nailed it.

When it ended she smiled brightly, cheered at the top of her lungs jumping up and down, and flashed him a bright smile hoping he'd see her before going off to the back. She then made her way out of the crowd so she could go around backstage, or at least outside of back stage, to meet him so they could continue their day. She also was excited to get to gush about his performance like he'd done for her. Now they had two reasons to celebrate!

As she made her way out the crowd she accidently bumped into a familiar face. "Oh sorry about that I was kinda-" She stopped when she looked and saw who it was. "Kayla?" She blinked. "O-oh hey!" She smiled trying not to sound as off guard as she felt.

She didn't know why she sounded so confused to see Kayla. Maybe because it was the first time since her being back around she'd seen her face to face? Sure it was easy on twitter and in DM's to pretend like nothing happened. Like she hadn't been left in the dark, and dropped with zero explanation why for what? 6 months? Now being face to face? She felt her throat dry, forcing her to swallow hard, "What are you doing here?" She finally spoke curiously.

She'd told her it was fine, and she was fine online so now she had to keep up that front.

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[natsukashii]

Hunter Drake

There was nothing in how he helped bring the audience into cheering Nickie’s name — albeit, by chanting a nickname he personally gave her — that gave any impression that he was aiming for her to fail. Of course, there was nothing in it that made it appear like that. And, of course, Hunter wasn’t intentionally aiming for her to have any sort of public breakdown.

Because that would be awful. That would be embarrassing.

That would be…

The partial truth.

So as he had, obviously unintentionally, bumped into Nickie (it was actually unintentional this time but she didn’t see it that way), he met her with a smile. She seemed happy in the small window between her bumping into him and not seeing who it was. He knew, of course, that she’d lose her smile when she realized it was him. And he knew that she was going to go off on him. Because that’s what she did.

Even before she opened her mouth, he had an idea what she might say. Something about how that didn’t work. Something about how he was pathetic. If people were going to say anything, he knew it would be that. And what also knew was that Nickie didn’t have an original thought in her mind, especially when it came to her opinion of him. She was like a sponge that soaked up everyone else’s opinions.

“If it isn’t the man-child who was cheering for me to fail —”

“—Oh, so original!” Hunter clapped, keeping his grin on his face. “Did you think of that yourself?—”

“—Like…do you want me to say that it’s a pleasure to bump into you or some shit…? Because lying’s more your schtick, not mine, so like.”

“Oof! Ouch! That hurts so much. How will I ever come back from such a devastating blow?” A low, amused chuckle followed as Hunter continued. “But hey, you didn’t fail so congrats on finally not having a public breakdown!” Hunter clapped in obvious …support of Nickie. Truly, he had nothing but good intentions behind that. Definitely not doing it sarcastically.

Feeling almost like he was satisfied and that there was all there needed to say, Hunter made a move to walk past his ex, but she intentionally blocked his way. He gave a nice little wave to Liv before he’d hear her yammer more on.

“What are you doing back here?”

“Oh, yes what am I, a student in the music department doing backstage? Truly a mystery!”

Queue Hunter Drake imitating the Pikachu Surprise Face meme.

“And like, come to think of it, what were you doing at my fucking performance?”

“To show support. Duh!” He was, of course, lying, but Hunter wasn’t about to tell her the real reason behind his sudden move to get the audience involved in his faux support. “But fucking relax. You killed it, so why are you getting on my ass about it, huh?”

“Cheering me on, like…?” She poised up an eyebrow. “You do realize that, like, you were impressing no one with that show? Like, news flash, cheering for me to breakdown is not going to get me back, Drake, like…?”

Wait, what did she just say? Does she actually think—

“Whoa, who said anything about wanting you back?” Suddenly, Hunter couldn’t contain his laughter and he burst out into a fit of one for a solid five seconds. “You actually think that I...Nicks, you’re either really dumb, which considering what you just said I don’t doubt, or you’re feeling bad about the way you treated me and you’re just playing hard to get.” He resisted his urge to fall back into the same routine. “But whatever it is, trust me when I say this — and you can take it to the fucking bank, NIcks —” He stepped closer and lowered his vertical frame at her eye level, “— I was only here to show my support for you! I mean, just look at how well you did! They’ll be talking about you for days and you might just have gotten some scouts’ attention.”

Hunter fell silent for a moment and straightened back up. “Or maybe they’ll be talking about how you failed and were going to cry or something and Liv came out and saved your ass.” He gave his ex a shrug. “Honestly, who really knows, right?”

mood
Whatcha talking bout, Nickis?

location
Celestial Theater (backstage) - Music Stage

outfit
Ready to kill it

playing...
The Bitter Taste

by Hunter Drake​

mentions
Nickie, Liv

interactions
Nickie, Liv

tags
ohdittoh Soap

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[ohdittoh]

saint andrew taylor

“It’s…really good,” said Ava. “And Milkshake. Really clever name.”

She sounded sarcastic, which was understandable. In truth, if Saint had heard the name of his project, he would have rolled his own eyes at it. He had, after all, only chosen the name for sake of an odd sentimentality that he held for…well.

It was a dumb name, and a dumb sentimentality. The eyerolling was understandable. That was all that he meant by that.

“I know…” He sighed softly. “It’s…not really what I would have preferred…but it just needed a title, and…I was coming up blank,” he explained disinterested in his slow, tired voice. “So…it’ll do, I suppose.”

That was not quite the truth, but that factoid was of no matter.

In response to his question, she shrugged her shoulders. “I wrote a horror story,” she said. “Basically the main character is kind of a total bitchy cheerleader and she starts killing anyone better than her to get ahead, blah, blah, it’s whatever.”

One corner of Saint’s lips quirked up slightly, and he exhaled amusedly through his nostrils. “I feel like that’s an accurate representation of the…a lot of people in this school, honestly,” he said, his tone as disinterested as ever, though his eyes read a mild amusement. “Especially…”

He didn’t finish that thought.

Then, being the sensible girl that she was, Ava asked, “You busy? Or do you wanna go judge the presentations?”

Saint’s eyebrows twinged up for a moment. “Busy…?” he repeated. His brows lowered, and he paused a moment before giving his head one slight shake to the left. “No, I don’t suppose I am…so judging the presentations…?” He gave her a nod. “Count me in.”

Though the stoic boy didn’t seem to have much of a reaction to her words, there was an amused look in his eyes that betrayed one fact: he looked forward to it, actually.

Naturally. Saint was a fan of what one might refer to as critiquing. After all...what else could the elite do? Certainly not admire or even feign admiration for others' subpar work.

mood
critiquing

location
the celestial theater

outfit
casual-ish

playing...
god's plan (drake cover)

by our last night​

mentions
n/a

interactions
ava

tags
Winona

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[hery]

MOOD: guilt maybe???

OUTFIT: tux

LOCATION: backstage

basics

MENTIONS:
Charlie, Auguste
INT:
Soap (Alex)
geminiy (Ezra)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Chas Marino

Movies really are full of big, fat lies. As Chas painfully found out, Hollywood filmmakers do a shit job at portraying the sheer mental and physical toll evil plans take on their masterminds, no matter how strong and capable they are. That was just one more item on the list of ways the director was to revolutionize the industry at the start of his movie man golden age.

Okay, he knew the movie would be a giant failure; that was the entire point of the revenge scheme he'd plotted at Charlie's expense. What he hadn't planned for was Alex's stubborn tenacity, which birthed a much louder, conspicuous demonstration of the pair's dud of a project. Taking a zero instead of a fifteen percent on a test isn't quitting, it's strategic. It's all about saving face and bluffing to hide the fact that you can't add or subtract. That way, not taking the test comes off as apathy instead; for all anyone knows, Chas could score a hundred had he taken the test.

Of course, this is all purely hypothetical and Chas is more than capable of knocking a stupid math test out of the park.

As he heaved and grew red in the face, Chas at least expected to garner a little bit of sympathy for his senior project's undeserved failure. Otherwise, he'd have just dropped the panicked act and hidden away in the dressing room. That being said, perhaps there was a smidgeon of a ghost of a chance that a fraction of the breakdown was a little genuine, but that was only concerning the judgement he'd sustain from his family who oh-so-loved to see him fail.

The least CEO Barbie, the whore, and the tackiest month of summer could have done was entertain his little tirade and let him wear himself out ranting, right? This was Chas' big day and he was spending it cleaning up mess after mess while supervising a team full of naïve idiots.

Maintaining a composed expression, Alex thrust two arms forward, sending Chas straight into a director's chair. "I swear to god, if you don't start breathing right now," she uttered with no room for him to leave a cutting remark, “Let’s just get one thing straight, okay? You don’t get to tell me how inexperienced I am— My parents didn’t throw me into acting classes, I didn’t have special tutors to teach me Latin before I knew how to tie my shoes. I’m here on a fucking scholarship for plastics for god's sake!"

The glaring senior crossed his arms indignantly, lifting an eyebrow as though to disregard his project partner's response as the frivolous chatter of a toddler. "Well, I suppose you have a point... I am pretty well-off for someone our age," he conceded, missing the point so far that it had already landed in another continent, "But I don't see how that has to do with our current predicament."

"I know I'm unexperienced! But at least I’m trying and not fucking whining, Chas.”

"Like it or not, I'm the only one with real experience around here, so when I tell you to throw in the towel, it's in your best interests to—"

"Your idea of trying is to belittle us? Never mind me, but Ez and Auguste? Really? They didn’t have to help us. They didn’t have to help you, but here they are anyway." Chas shut his mouth and leaned back in the chair. He adjusted himself in the seat and crossed his arms tighter, staring back with an expectant gaze so as to say "Your point?" "What’s the matter, Dickens? Afraid of what the world is going to think of you after one bad play?"

The rich boy's jaw dropped to the floor and his widened twice their size all in one moment. What? How dare she. Before he had the mind to scoff at Alex, a voice echoed throughout the backstage area.

"Places!"

He momentarily glanced at the stage manager, then focused his hardened gaze back at the tall girl standing before him. Well? Is that all?

“I’m so sorry if the three of us made you angry. Oh, please Mr. Marino, don't be mad because nobody here had the opportunity given to us by our parents to act in that one commercial when you were five.” Her words dripped of sarcasm, mimicking a plea and fluttering her eyelashes before she dropped the act. It was infuriating; was she so wrapped up in her own bullshit that she couldn't stop for a moment to see just how invalid her points were? What was she even arguing at this point? Nobody cares.

"Don't let your jealousy slip so easily. It was more than one ad; it was movies, shows, plays, talent shows, awards... I've seen it all." He rolled his eyes and stood up to Alex, ignoring the height difference that ticked him off to the ends of the earth. "I know what I'm talking about. I said this was a bad idea, and that wasn't just for myself. This is bad for you, too. Have you never heard of gains and losses?"

"Two minutes until—"

“They’ll talk about this for a… what? A week? A month at most? This is one bad thing for you, Chas." The brunette's voice rose above the stage manager, and she gestured toward the stage as a hint toward her next point, “This? See, this is my future. Nobody and I mean nobody is going to remember you even had the slightest part in this sad fucking excuse of a play because you’re Chas Marino. You’re the son of someone important, someone rich. You’re—"

"I'm what? What the hell am I, Alex?"

“You’re fucking privileged! You have so many chances and so many possibilities to be whatever the hell you want. My one chance— as depressing and pathetic as it sounds, was a school play.” Then, in a softer tone, she added, “And I already lost it, so. If you’ll excuse me-- to save myself from more embarrassment, I’m going to finish my play."

Well, you know, when Alex explained it, her life was a little sad. Thank god Chas wasn't like that. He shook his head and looked onwards at Alex with pity. "Now don't you see? Idealism is archaic, and it has been for a long time. There's no heart in film. There's no authentic la-di-da artsy bullcrap that's gonna change the heart of the public and make you miraculously different from every other greedy Hollywood reject."

He checked his watch. The stage crew would call for them shortly. He didn't owe any form of explanation to Alex, but he continued. "Look around. Really, look," he urged, waving an arm around the room, "We're both enrolled in the graveyard of artistic nuance in Hollywood. Every student here is straight on the path to become some commercial, vapid figure under Stardom's name if their insipid sob story is marketable, their face is pretty enough, and their mommy and daddy pay the literal trillion dollar tuition so casting companies have insurance in case they turn out a marketing failure."

Ooh, that'd make a decent monologue. I should write this stuff down.

The hand on his watch foretold the stage manager's announcement, which would arrive at any second now. "You were screwed from the start. Sorry to be the one to break it to you, but by all means, don't stop now."

"We're on in less than—"

"I know!"

She glanced at Chas one more time and, for a moment, his heart sank with an unplacatable, guilty defensiveness. "As for me, I won't walk out, for your sake. But you're right; I'll probably be fine." He smirked with an unempathetic, yet tragic sense of victory in their little argument. He figured Alex didn't think he won—nor cared who did—but it was satisfying all the same. "Unfair, isn't it? It's almost like I've been the one helping you this whole time."

Their interaction ended with a prolonged, intense battle of glares, which was broken as the girl finally turned on her heel and headed toward the stage. Chas watched her as she walked off and shook his head, pitying her foolishness. Even so, he played into it the moment he turned around himself and headed for the sound booth.

The air in the dusty lighting/sound booth was heavier between Chas and the poor sap running the sound effects and music. Compared to Act 1, the sour-faced director exhibited a noticeable lack of interest in what was going on onstage. A nagging voice in the back of his head said it was the consequences of guilt, but that was crazy talk. Chas was never one to listen to the voices in his head and he sure as hell wasn't about to start now.

He let out a deep yawn, propping his head up with one hand. His elbow nearly flipped a switch or two, not that it'd have mattered anyway. The show was such an unwatchable failure that he'd began to tune out just enough to hear his cues and not much else. The uncomfortable stagehand shifted in his seat, sneaking a dubious glance or two at the sullen boy.

Perhaps the most interesting moment was when Chas gave up on Ezra and moved the spotlight away from him as he fumbled two lines in a row. For some irritating reason clearly arising from a lack of theater experience, the impromptu actor actually followed the light, leading to a chaotic cross-stage chase to stay in the light's center. Couldn't he tell this was a sign to shut up and shrink away? At least Alex knew how to respond to lighting cues, even if she'd definitely improvised more than once. It was more true to the original character before Chas' revisions, but what was he going to do?

"I never would've hurt you."

"Don't you see? You already did."

From the left of Chas, the stagehand played the lightning sound effect.

Yawn. And, scene, he supposed. You know that feeling of disappointment and numbness that follows after sitting through a terrible movie at the theater, walking out into the lobby with buyer's remorse and an empty bag of popcorn? That was Chas, climbing down the booth's ladder, awaiting whatever snark, sass, and teasing that may come from Alex, Ezra, Auguste, his family, his teachers, and his army of critics among Hollywood Arts' student body.

“Well, as absolutely lovely as that whole experience was, I think Auguste and I should be hitting the road. Places to go, people to see, you know?” Ezra nodded to Auggie as he looked to the door on the other side of Chas. With a few steps, Ezra pulled his hand out of his coat pocket to ruffle Chas’s hair as he passed. “Excellent work out there, Alex. You too I guess, Chas. Please never ask me to help again.”

"Thanks. See you around," he mumbled, wincing with little resistance as his styled hair was ruined for the tenth time that day.

So that was over. Time to continue ruining Charlie's career, he guessed. At least that would cheer him up a little.

Hm. Why wasn't that sinking feeling going away?

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[ohdittoh]

trevor callaghan​

Trevor Callaghan was…trying. He had put extensive effort into planning tonight. Every single detail, he considered very carefully. He had worked out every kink, every little detail. He knew just about every step that he would take, and nothing — nothing — was going to go wrong. He was going to impress Ash, he was going to make this perfect in every possible way. He very rarely put this much effort into…anything.

And yet — well shite.

Looks like you missed a spot there, Seanie Boy.

Trevor realized that he wasn’t the smartest. He would avoid admitting it aloud at all costs, but he knew it, alright? Regardless, though, he was perceptive…or, at least, he could analyze situations quickly.

His pessimism and borderline neurosis tended to make situations seem much worse than they were, but the point remained: Trevor could at least tell what was going on. He could tell when people didn’t like him, or didn’t like the situation they were in — or, more commonly, were trying to get him to flip his lid.

He generally didn’t care, but seeing as this person was his girlfriend, and his girlfriend was so obviously not…okay…with…this destination, even though she said that she was, and then she said that she was…fine, but she obviously wasn’t and —

Girls are so fecking confusing, and for that reason, his plan? Well, it seemed as though it was going to flop.

But no. No, it couldn’t flop. There were four simple steps — four steps. They had to go perfectly, or — or…

Or…

No, no, they just had to go perfectly. That was the only option.

So spontaneity wasn’t his thing…so he stared with a blank, confused smile and wide eyes at Ash for a solid few seconds as everything processed in his head…so his heart rate kicked up…so his face turned pale and he felt himself shaking again…and?

That didn’t mean that this was r-ruined. No. No, of course not.

No, this was all going to be great. This had to turn out great.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Trevor forced a laugh, looking away from Ash and to the ground. He put his hands on his hips. “Aha…” He looked at the blinking restaurant sign mounted on the side of the building. “Ahaaa…” Those were supposed to be laughs, too, but they came more like words.

He jerked his head over to Ash, and he gave his broadest smile — and though it was tight, and obviously forced, he tried to make it seem more natural by pressing the corners down a bit. Wiping his shaking hands on his thighs, he swallowed hard, shaking his head. “Oh, aha, yeah.” He gestured up to the building, blowing a raspberry and lifting a hand to run it through his messy, coarse hair. “No, no, this was, ahhh…” He gestured to the building again, his brows knitting together as he searched for the words. He swallowed hard, another nervous, forced laugh bubbling from him. “Obviously — I mean, obviously —“ He looked back down at her, nodding. “That — this wasn’t the actual destination. I mean, I was just — I was just gonna show ya it ‘cuz — I mean, isn’t it a fine restaurant. Look at this parking lot. Isn't it beautiful? I mean, the sign, they need to fix it but...damn this is a beautiful place to park all kinds of vehicles, I mean, I think it can even hold a, ah, a, ah, a semitruck. But I guess anything could hold a semitruck if you're determined enough, ahaha — I mean, hey, I — I…”

He turned on his heel, ducking his head slightly and starting back towards the van, only giving more of a clue as to what he was doing as he walked away. “YaknowIthinkthatit’sactuallyabittoohotoutheretodowhatIthoughtweweregonnadoImeanweshouldjus’gobacktoRachelohisn’tshesobeautiful?” he muttered. None of his words were really intelligible; they were moreso just slurred into one long compound word. He glanced over his shoulder at her, adding, “She’s not as beautiful as you. You’re beautiful.” Even that was still said in a mutter, and it was unlikely that she could hear him.

He slid his palm up his face before lacing his fingers in his hair again. Deep breaths. He took deep breaths. Calm. He was the picture of serenity right now.

Fake it ’til you make it.

He reached for the doorhandle, only to find that — obviously — it was locked. Reaching into his pocket with jerky movements, though his demeanor was still that of feigned calmness, he yanked out his keys and clicked the unlock button a couple of times.

“Passenger side is open,” he said unnecessarily, adding a sheepish laugh at the end of his sentence. “Ahaha, it’s still warm. From the, ah, the, ah…” He snapped his fingers, slamming his door shut as he floundered for the word. “The, ah…the…what’sit…what — the heater. Ahaha.” Buckling in with clumsy, shaking fingers, he continued his nonsensical rambling. “I was going to say air-conditioning, but air-conditioning is the cool, and, ahaha, it’s Novem — wait, no, damn it, it’s December, isn’t it?” Vrrr… The engine purred awake as he turned the ignition. There were loud knocking sounds as he yanked the gearshift into drive. “That’s crazy. We’re already this far into the year. Honestly, I didn’t think that I was goin’ ta live this long. In my mind, my, ah, my future planning, my, ahh…my whatever. Whatever. It, ah, it stopped seeing…future…me at around age fifteen.

“My grandmother said that she was surprised I lived this long, too…ah, on my birthday, she called me that night, ya know,” he continued mindlessly. He was talking without thinking, desperate to fill the silence in an attempt to cover up his awkwardness, embarrassment, and desperation to fix the situation. Each time his speech stalled, he was searching for the next physical move to do. “She said, ‘Yer seventeen now? Well, I’ll be damned, I thought ya were gonna die a premature death either at the hands of yer drivin’ skills or at the survival skills ya have that’re better suited for a three-year-old.’ Ahh…” He paused a moment as he thought of what to do next, and he opted for a turn. He had no idea of where he was going — he was just desperate to get out of that parking lot, because at least then, this would look intentional.

He forced a laugh when he picked up his conversation, blinking rapidly a couple of times. “She was joking. She has a sense of humor. It’s an awful sense of humor. She’s a total bitch. But she was joking. You know, I have dinner with her tomorrow — ah, lunch, I guess I should say — an’, ah, my roommates are comin’ as far as I know…that’s going to be terrible, ahaha…”

mood
panik

location
rachel (again)

outfit
before you say a single fecking word, this wasn't his idea.

playing...
some nights (intro)

by fun.​

mentions
his roommates

interactions
ash

tags
Winona

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[qunqun]

MOOD: Help????

OUTFIT: Something workable

LOCATION: School

basics

MENTIONS:
Ezra


INT:
Tori ohdittoh

tags

TL;DR Mk girl

tl;dr

Bailey

Well. That was the largest amount of horseshit Bailey had ever heard come out of someone’s mouth.

First of all, the story barely added up. It seemed like a hasty slapdash of an excuse. They believed the tears - crocodile tears were usually easier to spot. Especially with the request to go somewhere privately being a very soft yes. If she wanted to make a bigger deal then she would’ve probably wanted to stay. And what was a senior going to want out of a sophomore that wasn’t even in her department? So Bailey believed the tears and the breakdown.

What they did not believe was the story. Tori seemed to either be a super sensitive girl on the verge of breakdown constantly, or there was more going on here. After all, high school nonsense didn’t seem like too much of a reason to have a complete nervous breakdown, right?

You have a slight crush on a guy (a complete asshole that was going to end in tears but whatever), your sister tells your parents, your sister’s story doesn’t add up, your sister runs away in tears, you run after her and have a nervous breakdown?

Something about that just seemed kind of fishy. People didn’t just start sobbing in the middle of an exhibition when they were media trained to do the exact opposite when emotions arose during performance.

But then again… was Bailey going to be the kind of person to really call out a girl clearly going through something who was also about two years their senior?

“Wait sorry, were your parents arguing over your sister or over Ezra?”

Well, they were halfway calling her out. Probably wouldn’t be the best to question too much.

Now that Bailey thought about it actually, the idea of her being extremely melodramatic made sense. She decided to catch a Crush on Ezra Gray. Something had to be wrong with this girl’s brain to get wrapped up in that drama.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to get the entire situation wrapped around in my head.” They said hurriedly afterwards. Just a bit of clarification, probably unneeded but they didn’t need Tori in hysterics if they were misunderstood.

“Your parents arguing though? In public? That really does suck. A lot.” Bailey said, nodding in sympathy. Their parents didn’t really do that - a loving relationship. They’d grown up in a surprisingly stable household. Aw yeah baby, all of their issues were self-inflicted. Let’s go.

“And I’m sure you’ll be too busy.. Yknow. Being an adult to reminisce too much about the good ol’ days babysitting your sister, right?” There was an accompanying awkward laugh. They were good at this, definitely. Totally not the first person they’ve had to try to calm down. Totally normal thing going on here.

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[Winona]

Zeph Evermore

Obviously, Zeph didn't believe a single word out of Lin's mouth as he spun his little story. He laughed at the right times, patiently waiting for Lin to get to the point and just say where he was -- and the whole time, Zeph found himself nervously glancing around, his dark eyes darting about as he waited for the inevitable swarm of angry old ladies, ready to smack him with their purses for daring to step foot in the girls' bathroom.

He decided to mark that little fault in today's plans on the list of Things Not to Mention to Stella.

It would probably just uhh... spur whatever slight dislike of Lin she seemed to have. Not that Zeph thought she hated Lin or something, but sometimes maybe it just kind of felt like she wasn't the biggest fan of his new best friend. Maybe she was jealous or something -- worried that she was being replaced, which was a silly thought... to him, anyway. No one could replace Stella. She was like the rock that kept him grounded here in LA.

Finally, Lin told him where he was and Zeph gave a quick goodbye before he ended the call and slipped his phone back in his pocket. He glanced around him for the ladies that he was still expecting to seep out of the woodwork around him, and then Zeph headed in the direction of the front doors.

He still felt a little panicked -- like a security guard or something was gonna come up and grab his arm and drag him off to theater prison, and the instant his footsteps fell on the outdoor pavement, Zeph let out a deep breath he hadn't known that he was holding caged up in his lungs.

Glancing around as he headed outside, it didn't take long for Zeph to find his friend dressed in his fancy fish shirt. An easygoing smile broke out on Zeph's face as he walked towards Lin who was standing near enough to some dude's truck that he was a little afraid Lin had committed some kind of vandalism on that, too.

"Can't believe you made it out in one piece," Zeph joked lightly as he came to a stop in front of the truck and Lin. His dark eyes nervously darted towards the truck before settling back on Lin. From a quick glance, he didn't notice anything out of place, which was probably a good sign. "You should've seen her face after you threw her purse. She was so ah... so startled, and she just ah... she didn't know what to do as we both ran out."

Zeph chuckled.

No, there was no way in hell that he was going to admit to having stopped to grab the old woman's purse and to apologize for heading into the woman's bathroom.

Because being a good dude wasn't cool and Zeph was trying to impress Lin.

"So what're we doing now?" He asked. "Can't really top that, so maybe we should umm..." he glanced around them, smile on his face. "We could... go... get... candy?"

mood
coolio

location
Arts Festival

outfit
no, he's not getting super fancy

playing...
We Like It

by Computer Games​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Lin

tags
ohdittoh

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[Winona]

Adriane Holloway

It was amazing, really, how weak people tended to get when faced with the possibility of disappointing their family. She could tell that her words, that her blaming their little "spat" (if that's what it could really be called) on Corey had managed to get under his skin. In a way, for now, it had made Adriane seem like the victim.

That hadn't been her goal when she had first started speaking with Corey's family, of course. Her goal hadn't been to be polite to his family so that she would seem less the villain if that was how Corey chose to try and portray her. She hadn't planned to even bring anything up, but hearing this family so blindly say that Corey was just oh so nice when he actually could be a rather selfish, insensitive prick rubbed her the wrong way.

But then, Corey spoke, and his words surprised her. Claiming that it had been nothing but an honest mistake. If she wasn't trying to keep up appearances, a sly smile probably would've tugged at her lips, but she kept her expression blank and bored instead. Her gaze glued on him as he said "Right, Adriane?"

Here he was, inviting her to feed into this little lie. Which she could easily do, and everything would be alright and dandy... or she could do the much more entertaining route of saying no, of lamenting about how hurt she was over him dropping her, or this, or that, or blah, blah, blah.

For a moment, there was a brief hesitation in Adriane. She didn't speak right away -- which was a bit of an odd thing from the girl that typically always knew what to say. The girl that typically never had a moment of hesitation, because she knew what she wanted to say. She was always sure. Her words were always strong.

She wanted to continue to drag Corey, but instead...

"Yes, it was nothing but a simple mistake," she agreed, dragging her cold blue gaze from Corey to look in the direction of his family once more. There was a wistful smile on her face. "Nothing but a simple misunderstanding, which we discussed. No hard feelings between us."

It was honestly amazing -- how easily she could lie right through her teeth without missing a single beat.

"I really should be going, however. It was a pleasure to meet you," she said.

mood
ugh

location
Arts Festival

outfit
stylish... I think

playing...
Fuck You

by Lily Allen​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Corey

tags
natsukashii

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[gh0stwriter]

Lucky DuBois

Friends.

Seriously. He and Ash were just friends. Why everyone felt the need to define their relationship as anything else was beyond him. Why it mattered? Why anyone cared? Particularly ThirsTea and the other gossip whores that walked the halls of Hollywood Arts and were currently dating his cousin. It was annoying and it did way more harm than good.

And though it killed him to admit. JJ was right. It was social suicide. For Ash to even have sung a duet with him. For her to even have taken a chance on him was a big deal. And given his past. Given everything, she could have easily said no and Lucky would have understood. It would have sucked, but he’d get it. This business was just as much about reputation as it was about talent…maybe even more so in some cases and he just didn’t have the best reputation. He didn’t have any reputation really. Aside from being the poor orphan from the wrong side of New York…but that was enough…at least to give Ash’s mom reservations. And by reservations, he meant complete and utter disgust.

They were hot. He and Ash. And when two people were hot and worked together, there was always going to be lines drawn, but it wasn’t the case. Sure, there was the odd moments earlier, but it was all hype. Adrenaline. He didn’t do feelings and Ash was all about them. If things were different, he could toy with the idea, but they weren’t. And he wasn’t about to change his ways…not for anyone.

“Tho honestly you don’t have to walk me, it’s actually pretty far. It’s on the other side of this stupid fair whatever you call it. And I’m probably going to be late…” Lucky waved Amy off. “It’s fine. I was gonna watch your performance anyway.” He said as they walked. Amy had been another one of his supporters. Always valuing his efforts regardless of whether his music was her specific genre.

“I’m. an. idiot.” He was confused. “You know what maybe they don’t even need me for the performance. Just play the music video and I’ll just roam like a lost child.” He sighed as he looked around and spotted an empty golf cart. “No way. You gotta get on stage.” He knew it. She knew it. Nothing beat performing live. “I’m sure the video is amazing, but nothing is gonna compare to you singing live.” He went over and hopped in the golf cart. “Get in.” He said as he looked around to make sure no adults were around to stop them.

mood
restless...not nervouslocation
Arts Festival

outfit
looking good

playing...
Drowning

by Olivia Holt & Ross Lynch

mentions
Ash, JJ

interactions
Amytags
Winona

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[Soap]

Juliette Jameson
"Just remember I’m the one with the spotlight above me.”

@QueenJules has set their status to:
Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you too.

@QueenJules has set their outfit to:
A Gorgeous costume, custom made. Obvi.

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Eli

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Dorian, Ava

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Juliette couldn’t find the courage to move.

She didn’t even know how she was still breathing at this point. Her eyes watered but she release the tears that were ready to fall. JJ's gaze were plastered onto the stage floor, finding it unable to look anywhere else.

It felt like her insides were shaking.

Her hands.

Her legs.

Every part of her felt unbalanced despite not moving the slightest inch.

She just…

Wanted to disappear.

How? How could she mess up?

How could she be so incredibly stupid, so fucking untalented, such a waste of breath that she couldn’t do the simplest of moves-- a move that she practiced a million times before to perfect, and she had the audacity to mess it up?

It wasn’t a big fucking surprise.

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“How dare you.”

Jules glanced up, knees to her chest on the living room couch.

Mascara streaks stained her cheeks, only now dried. Her eyes were red, irritated from the tears and furious rubbing in a futile attempt to stop them.

“Don’t you realize what you’ve done?” Her gaze was stuck on the floor, emotionless. Drowning out her mother’s words with the gentle crackling of the fireplace.

A hand flew to the bottom of her jaw and Juliette flinched, but the only contact that was made was her mother forcing her to eye-level.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.. You-- this was a very important business deal between your father and--”

“And Bryan’s. I know.” She croaked.

“Evidently not. Why can’t I have a normal fucking daughter who doesn’t destroy someone’s personal property? You’re so incredibly lucky they’re not pressing charges. Your father talked them out of that, but this?” Her mother gestured towards Juliette as if she was evidence to prove her point further.

“You’re out of control. Don’t--”

“I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Her mother lifted a hand, silencing her.

She shook her head, narrowing her eyes as her next words were said with nothing but venom. “Don’t you realize what an embarrassment you are to this family? Jesus, Juliette, how many times are you going to continue to... act like such a pathetic little girl?”

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Pathetic.

You’re pathetic.

A swift movement had forced her to glance up, her lips parted to release a breath she’d somehow forgotten that she was holding.

Eli slid towards her in a crouched position.

Jules blinked a few times out of her daze, he caressed her cheek, brushing the stray tear that dared to fall. She didn’t know what he was doing, all Juliette knew was how hard her heart was pounding in her chest.

He lifted her up and took the lead.

It was nothing but muscle memory for Juliette. It wasn’t the same routine, no. But it was easy to follow.

Her gaze fell everywhere but the crowd.

Her eyes were trained on Eli. Practically terrified of glancing anywhere else.

He guided her with gentle precision. Every move was as swift as the last, gliding through the rest of the impromptu routine with ease, lifting her bridal style, holding her close to his body and even then, her gaze never left his.

The music was beginning to slow to a stop and her breathing had suddenly gotten heavier. Jules had taken a stuttered breath as Eli leaned in for a stage kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers.

The spotlight went dark and the curtains closed.

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The curtains closed and applause erupted.

Her heart was beating faster than ever. It was her first solo performance.

And it went without a hitch.

She ran backstage with such a smile that seemed impossible to accomplish today.

“Jules, that was amazing.” Ava said, Juliette laughed in pure astonishment, acknowledging her compliments but her gaze was everywhere but Ava, clearly searching for something-- someone in particular.

The corners of her lips fell.

“Have you seen my mom and dad? They said they were gonna be here.”

Juliette peeked behind the closed curtain and saw people leaving the auditorium, many still in their seats, gathering their family members and friends to leave.

Her best friend didn’t say anything, opening her mouth to say something but her words were cut short as her own parents came up.

Meanwhile, Juliette’s wasn’t to be found.

“Jules! Oh my gosh! That was beautiful!” The brunette turned around to face them, only to be wrapped into an overly tight hug.

Jules didn’t say anything, she didn't even return the hug.

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“You were amazing.” Elias said.

JJ only now glanced around, feeling the slightest sense of calm now that the routine was over.

“Come on, let’s get off this stupid stage.”

It was like he was talking, and Juliette just didn’t understand English at this point. Everything he was saying was going in one ear and out through the other. It would’ve been more sufficient to compare Eli to nothing but white noise.

He took her by the hand and before she knew it, they were in their dressing room.

The same dressing room she just argued with Ava in moments ago.

She didn’t say anything.

She didn’t move.

She just stared.

At what?

Nothing.

She stared at nothing.

A blank wall.

Juliette had no energy for just about anything.

She messed up.

She ruined their routine.

She made a fool out of herself.

She was an embarrassment.

To her family, to her partner, to herself.

Maybe everyone hated JJ. But not more than she hated herself in this exact moment.

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“What?”

“Your father and I--”

“Don’t lie. It was just you.”

“He agreed that… California is best for you. Nickie will be able to keep an eye on you, … maybe you’ll start shaping up while you’re there. It’s a good school, good teachers.”

She didn’t say anything, staring down at her plate, the food untouched.

“I can’t switch schools, my friends are here--”

“They were talking suspension, Jules.” Her father chimed in.

“Ava’s there, isn’t she?”

Jules hesitated, glancing up at her mother.

“The dance department is amazing, I hear.”

“... I don’t want to go, though.”

“It won’t be forever, just some time for your father to mend things with Bryan’s family.”

“You’re to apologize to both Mr. And Mrs. CarMichael.”

“I’m not doing it. I’m not apologizing.”

“Juliette.”

“No.”

“Why are you being so difficult about this? You’re the reason why--”

That alone made Juliette look up, something in her just snapped and the amount of attitude that a fifteen year old was at the max.

“I’m the reason? No. You’re the reason. You both are. I didn’t want to date him in the first place. You made me. He’s a fucking dick so, he reaped the consequences.”

“Don’t talk like that in front of your father.”

“Or what? I’m so sick of putting up with your shit. You’re such… you’re such hypocrites! Both of you are. You sit there and pretend you’re the greatest parents in the entire world when you don’t do anything.”

“Excuse me?” This time, her father spoke and it caught her off-guard.

But she continued.

“You don’t! You tell all these people how great I am, how amazing I am, or you avoid the topic of me altogether because it’s all for fucking show. That’s what California is too, right? For show? To show them you ‘disciplined’ your daughter?

She could tell they were getting angrier by the second.

Some, if not all of her anger collapsed for a mere moment.

A fist hit the table, not harshly, but hard enough for the table to shake from the contact.

“You live luxuriously, you’re treated like royalty, everything you’ve ever asked for is yours. How is that not doing anything? You should be more thankful. Other children would beg to have your life. What else could you possibly want?”

It was an honest question her father asked.

But the sad part is, Jules didn’t even have to think about it.

“... You never once told me you were proud of me, you know that?”

Her mother laughed, it wasn’t genuine, no. It was more out of spite.

“What are we supposed to say, hmm?”

Her father didn’t say much of anything, he put his head down. Whether it’d be of shame or not wanting to participate in the conversation at all, he didn’t dare to speak when it came to her mother.

“There’s nothing to be proud of, Jules! or, sorry, should I say JJ? That’s what all those kids are calling you now, right? You couldn’t have chosen something a little more lady-like?”

She ignored her comments.

Her fucking judgement.

Instead, shaking her head, standing up from the dining room table and her mother followed.

“I’m not apologizing, I’m not ‘getting’ back together with him, I’m not talking to a piece of literal trash just so you guys can make nice with his parents. I won’t fucking do it. Fuck you.”

“Juliette!” Her father raised his voice and it echoed across the villa.

JJ flinched from the sudden yell, but she narrowed her eyes. Whatever fear she was feeling was completely covered by her anger that continued to build.

She shook her head, crossing her arms.

“You know what? No, honestly, fuck you if you think i’m going to get on my hands and knees for someone who doesn’t even care about me. For what? A business deal? Why do we even need more money? Huh? A few more ‘business trips’ you guys need so badly? You don’t even conduct fucking business, it’s just a good time all around without your daughter dragging you down, right? It’s all bullshit.”

“... Both of you are.”

“This whole… show of disrespect? It’s to end now, do you hear me? Another word and--”

“Bull-fucking-shit.”

Without missing a beat, her mother lifted a hand and a stinging sensation that burned her cheek followed quickly after.

“A car will be here in the morning to take you to the airport.”

Her mother left the room, leaving Juliette and her father standing alone in the dining room, across each other from where he sat and she stood.

Jules's eyes singed with tears, her gaze shifting to her father only to find him with his head down. Not saying a word.

“Are you really letting her send me away?”

The older man thinned his lips, pushing the plate of food away from him and he moved to stand up from the table, barely acknowledging her.

“Why are you letting her do this?!”

“Daddy,” Her voice broke, and he made eye contact for the first time tonight. He moved to pass by her and she stepped in his way.

“I don’t want to leave, I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry. I’ll apologize to Bryan, I’ll--”

He walked around her, head down, unable to say a word and she was left alone in the dining room that was entirely too big for one small, tear-ridden girl.

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“I’m so proud of you, JJ.”

The words had brought her out of whatever internal war that was spewing inside her head, and she looked up to meet Eli’s gaze.

Why?

She didn’t understand half the things he said or did. They never made any sense. He made his way over to her, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze that resulted in even more confusion.

“You pushed through out there, you absolutely nailed everything you had to. Even when you fell, you carried through, and for that, I am so proud of you. But clearly there’s something going on and…”

And?

And what? Did he expect her to just… tell him everything that was bothering her? Elias Johannes would flutter his fucking eyelashes and everything would be okay? People believed that, didn’t they?

Because he was so fucking perfect.

They all were.

“Maybe I’m not the person you want to even talk to right now but if you need someone to listen, I’m here.”

Her gaze softened, but she was still the same JJ.

She didn’t regret anything she was repeating in her head. At least there wasn’t a string of curse words with his name involved. He should be thankful for that. But then again, he wasn’t being tortured by listening to her own thoughts... which itself was a minefield right now.

He was lucky she was being nice.

“I don’t want to fucking talk, okay?”

Juliette blinked away tears and tore her hands away from Elias, averting her gaze from him and towards the phone that continued to buzz on the coffee table.

“I didn’t push through. There’s nothing to be proud of. Don’t try and be a kiss ass or something in a weird way of giving me an ‘I told you so.’ I get it, you carried the show. Bravo.”

Usually, her words would’ve been spat with a harsher tone but Jules had zero energy to keep up with her emotions and her words were full of self-pity.

The phone continued to buzz over and over and at a glance, she’d seen her name mentioned in the notifications and her heart dropped.

Did they notice?

Of course they noticed.

Despite Elias’s efforts to make the routine seem effortless, even he couldn’t cover how badly she messed up.

She grabbed his phone and handed it to him.

“I wanna see what they’re saying.”

Juliette looked desperate, frazzled, exhausted by the torment of her own emotions.

Before he could protest, she shoved it in his hands.

“Show me.”

Once Eli entered his passcode, his phone was instantly out of his hands and into her own. It’d taken a bit of scrolling, but apparently they weren’t even talking about her showcase.

It was a video.

She hesitantly clicked play.

“Fuck you. Fuck your car. Fuck your parents and go ahead and fuck the slut you’re so obsessed over.”

“JJ, please—“

She gripped the golf club tighter, putting all her strength into one swing, straight down onto the windshield of the car.

“Please what, Bryan?”

“I’m sorry! Just don’t—“

Glass shattered from the windows of the car as it came in contact with the club once again. You could hear people in the background mumbling insults, clearly directed to her and her sanity.

Bryan gripped the hair on his head, desperately on the verge of a mental breakdown.

The video went on to show JJ continuing to smash the car with a string of curse words.

She pressed the screen to pause it.

But it kept going, and going.

“She’s fuckin’ crazy, man.”

“Jules, just—“

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“She didn’t mean anything!”

“Bull-fucking-shit.”

“It won’t fucking stop.”

Juliette furiously tapped the screen over and over.

“It won’t—“

“I told him not to date her, man.”

“It’s pretty fucked up, not gonna lie.”

The phone went from her hands to across the room in seconds, creating a small dent in the dressing room wall from the impact.

The video was off.

That’s what mattered.

Not the worry already rising in her chest about what people were saying. At least, someone in particular. The only person who’s opinion mattered on the video was--

Yes, her boyfriend.

You guessed it.

Juliette Jameson, being the ‘superficial, materialistic bitch’ that she was, was unsurprisingly worried about what her boyfriend thought on the video. Even though he was just 'keeping her around to impress his mommy because she wasn’t good enough for anything other than good press.'

She wanted to laugh.

Good press?

Her parents would disagree with that so quickly.

But she didn’t laugh.

Jules took a stuttered breath, looking at the tiny hole in the wall and back to Elias before she started to break down.

She didn’t want to cry in front of him.

Out of everyone, least of all him.

He’ll run off to Gen and tell her everything, she’d be shaking to tell anyone and everyone in the matter of seconds all because JJ insulted one of her poor fashion choices.

But no matter how hard she tried, the desire to stop had only created a painful lump in her throat and somehow made her feel even worse. Despite her better judgement, she couldn’t control her emotions any longer.

She went to wipe the corners of her eyes and Jules didn’t even realize that half the time she’d been trying to convince herself not to cry, tears were already flowing before she had a chance to notice them.

Blurry eyes and furrowed brows, she looked at Elias and away instantly.

“I'll pay for your phone or what the fuck ever, just don’t look at me, just leave. Don’t--”

JJ covered her face with one hand, turning her body.

God, she was so…

Pathetic.

Why was he even here?

To fulfill his moral duties or some shit? Why couldn’t he take the hint that Juliette wanted nothing to do with him? They weren’t friends.

She didn’t have any fucking friends.

Clearly.

“Why, why are you even here. Huh? What’s the point? Fill your gossip fix? Get your latest sob story? Because apparently that’s my finest work. Soldier Elias Johannes ready to report to his sister? Or is it just your natural instinct to decide a be a superhero for anyone who needs it because you’re such a good fucking person.”

And somehow, nobody takes advantage of you.

Somehow, he’s the most stable fucking person she knows.

And she hated that.

She hated him.

“Get out. Go. I’ll be fine.”

Jules sniffled, wiping her tears, black streaks coming off on her hands from the motion.

“You did your job. I don’t need you here.”

She stood up, turning around to face him and probably looking like complete and utter trash.

"Go. I don’t need you, I don’t need Ava,"

Juliette ran a hand through her hair, pulling from the roots for a few seconds before letting go.

"I don’t need a fucking boyfriend, I don’t need my parents. I don’t want to fucking talk about my fucking feelings, I don’t want to braid each other’s hair and pretend like we’re the best of fucking friends all because you helped me fix my mistake on stage.”

“Do you want a pat on the back? A thank you?" She nodded, placing her hands together in a prayer motion, gesturing towards the boy.

"Thank you, really, thank you Eli. I couldn’t of done it without you because no matter how hard I try--” Her voice dripped of sarcasm with every word, and it would've gotten worse if her voice didn't crack and she didn't fail at fucking talking, too.

But everything she attempted to do tonight wasn't going as expected, anyway, so.

“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t fucking matter.”

Jules shook her head, falling back onto the couch with defeat.

Her feelings didn’t matter.

Her shit routine didn’t matter.

She didn’t matter.

Because Juliette was nothing but a-- ‘Superficial materialistic bitch.’

Hey, wow. You’re really good at this.

At least someone’s good for something around here.

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[Winona]

Ashton West

A sharp pang of guilt shot through her again, and Ash's hazel gaze turned to stare at the cement sidewalk as she followed after Trevor. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and her arms tightened their grip around her stomach as she trailed after Trevor. Some part of her had known that saying anything was a bad idea, but like... she just... like... she couldn't stomach the idea of going in there.

She just couldn't.

Although now, Ash was feeling as if sitting through that would've been better than feeling even more guilt in regards to Trevor. Like, he'd clearly thought it was a great idea -- and it was, and it was super sweet -- and now she'd just kind of stomped all over that, and like, she just... she hadn't...

Fuck, she was fucking everything up today.

Well, at least her mother was right about one thing. Ash did tend to fuck up everything that she touched -- or at least, like, every relationship that she touched.

It was speaking, but most of what he was saying wasn't heard through the embarrassed ringing in her ears as they walked back to the van, and her hand came to rest on the passenger side door handle. She sucked in a deep breath before pulling the door open and hopping back into the van, as Trevor continued to ramble nonsensically (which Ash was starting to realize was just a normal thing with him).

Her gaze fell onto the flowers as she placed them back in her lap, and she half-listened as Trevor rambled along about like... not thinking he'd live this long, which wasn't exactly the greatest thing to bring up a date that was already clearly on fire, and all she could really think about was his whole hurting himself little escapade of conversation before, and her eyebrows furrowed together.

She hated it. When he talked about stuff like that -- like how he just so freely talked about this idea of dying young, or like how he'd so calmly talked about getting run over by a car or whatever. She hated it. Sure, he made it out to be like he was just like... he was just joking or whatever, but it still caused some kind of worry to fester in her chest. Like, she'd always heard that there was some truth behind jokes.

Maybe she wouldn't have been overthinking it so much if she didn't hide her own insecurities and issues behind a shield of jokes and forced laughs, too.

Her fingers brushed along the petals of the roses, and then along the stems. The thorns had been clipped from the long stems, which she supposed was good. It would suck to receive a bouquet of roses from someone and then end up, like, cutting yourself on the sharp thorns and bleeding.

“You know, I have dinner with her tomorrow — ah, lunch, I guess I should say — an’, ah, my roommates are comin’ as far as I know…that’s going to be terrible, ahaha…” Trevor said as he finally spun away from his talk about, like, it being a miracle he was still alive at this age.

She stopped fidgeting with the flowers, her fingers coming to rest lightly on the petals of the blue chrysanthemum as she finally looked over at Trevor.

"That... really sucks," Ash said, and then gave a slight shake of her head, eyebrows furrowing together again as she realized that probably wasn't the best thing to say. "I mean, like... like it doesn't suck. Like, it's kind of sweet that your grandma wants to have lunch with you and that she, like... likes all your friends. It's..." she hesitated, trailing off as she gave a helpless shrug of her shoulders and turned her gaze away from Trevor again.

"I wish my, umm... like, I wish my parents were like that. My mom uhh... like, Lucky and I ran into her after our performance, and she just like... I don't know why I expected her to be happy or whatever, but she was just like... she hates him, I guess, but like... she hates pretty much all of my friends." Ash pursed her lips together for a moment, her eyebrows drawing together and her lips turning downwards into a frown. "Like, except JJ and Maddie, but that's just because she's all like... 'why can't you be more like them?' You know? Like... I used to do the stupid beauty pageants with them and it was always like they keep beating you because they're prettier and skinnier and better and stuff. I..." She trailed off, letting out a soft, embarrassed laugh as she looked out the window to her side.

"Sorry, it's umm... it's dumb, I just like... I hate when she visits, I guess. I wish she'd want to go to lunch with me and meet my friends, but it's like... it's whatever." She sucked in a deep breath and then turned her head to look over at Trevor, her hazel eyes lighting up as something occurred to her.

"Oh, actually, like, so, we're having this umm... this like dinner tomorrow. Like, well, we're not, but like, the Harlows are. Like Dorian and Maddie's parents, right? And like Dorian's a dick and hates me or whatever, but he's bringing JJ obviously, and Maddie's going to be there, and all our parents, and I was just like..." she hesitated, trailing off for a moment as she tried to collect her thoughts and tried to like, piece together exactly what she wanted to say. "Well, like, everyone's bringing a date or whatever, and I mean... like... if you wanted, you could like... come... with me."

She'd totally nailed it.

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Arts Fest

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sparkles

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Today

by Olivia Holt (cover)​

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[Winona]

Nathan Woods

Right. Naomi was a lit chick, so she'd probably -- what -- written a song and sold it to that little blonde bitch? Charlie who, from the little he'd seen on Twitter, had finally gotten her comeuppance. Disappointing that it had come at the hands of fucking Chas, but it rarely ever felt as if there was a total win.

Sure, Charlie got what was coming to her, but Chas came out victorious. For Nate, there was no doubt in his mind that whatever it fucking was had been orchestrated by the fucker. As Nate had learned, when you fucked with Chas, you better be looking over your back because it was coming back.

Luckily for Nate, no one had really blinked an eye at what Chas had presented about him.

He held his hand out for the joint instead of answering Naomi's question at first. He relished in the feeling of the joint comfortably pinched between his fingers once more before he brought it up, taking a quick hit from the joint. The smoke was held in his lungs for a moment, and then he exhaled slowly, the smoke billowing out in front of him in calming clouds before the hot California breeze dissipated it.

Finally, he spoke once more.

"Fine," he responded simply. "Had a couple paintings." Nate shrugged his shoulders. There wasn't much more to say about his abstract art, nor did he necessarily feel the need to keep talking about it. His art was what it was, and Nate preferred to let his paintings do the explaining as opposed to his words.

If it wasn't made obvious by this point and by much narration explanations, Nathan Woods was a man of very, very few words. In fact, he'd much prefer to not have to speak.

"Just finished helping Evie with hers. Dalton helped. He's a dick. But that's fine." Although Kirby had a habit of getting under Nate's skin, of kind of rubbing him the wrong way and really just... pissing the typically relaxed senior off, Nate knew that it was what it was. There wasn't really anything he could do to stop Dalton from being a bitch.

Well, other than letting a fist collide with his smug fucking face.

But Nate had control over his emotions and letting his dislike of Dalton get the best of him... it wasn't something he would allow to happen. He didn't let it happen with Dei, despite what that smug fucker thought he had a right to do, and he wouldn't let it happen with someone like Dalton.

Wasn't worth his time and the potential suspension, especially when he was already on thin ice with the school.

Another hit from the joint.

"Glad this is the last Arts Festival."

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ehh

location
Arts Fest

outfit
ehh

playing...
Ho Hey

by The Lumineers​

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[Kitsune2202]

Dangerously Soft
Amethyst Jones

@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their status to:
It all comes down to this...

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Charlie

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Amy wasn't sure at what point today turned from normal levels of stress and nerves to full blown verge of melt down levels of stress and anxiety. She woke up this morning just being nervous about her performing well on stage enough to get a spot on the winter tour with her friends.

NOW?

Now she was worried about that, she was worried about performing at all if she didn't make it on time, she was worried that a gossip blog may have a point and her best friend's secret girlfriend might be developing feelings for another guy, she was worried her other best friend wouldn't be able to keep going to the school if they didn't raise enough money to cover rent (which would put a strain on living to divide the rent 3 ways instead of 4 the rest of the year) and about possibly having to help with tuition.

When it rains it fucking pours it seems and Amy was getting really tired of trying to dance in the rain only to trip and fall. She was soaked to the bone by the emotional and mental turmoil both inside her and around her. All she wanted to do was perform and feel sane for a moment. Just a few moments to catch her breath and feel like herself. Feel like she could really be invincible. To feel how everyone else seemed to see her.

She really had sculped quite the image for herself. People were talking a lot lately on how good she was, how successful she'd been lately, how pretty she apparently was. Too bad it all felt like it was just words. It didn't sink in for her, it couldn't because her mind could counter whatever was said. Despite her cheery sweet persona there was a deeply pessimistic side of Amy parading around as realism that was tainted by all the insecurities she's been trying to cover up with a thin layer of painted smiles since she stepped foot in this school freshman year.

But the cracks in miss perfect are starting to show with every chip away at her patience. Every incident that made it harder and harder to keep a smile curled onto her cherry lips. Ever misstep that ended in her crying alone in her room at night. Even the song she was to perform right now. It was a self confidence anthem that she wished she 100% believed. She wrote it to convince herself because she knew that what she needed to feel. That's how she should feel. that's the image of herself she wanted her fans to believe she felt because she wanted to be a good role model.

But something was off.

Despite knowing something was off inside her...she couldn't stop. She didn't know how to pump the breaks, regroup, and fix whatever was really happening. All she could do was keep moving forward because time stopped for no one and she had responsibilities to her fans, her agent, her friends, and her school work. She didn't know how to fix things even if she could press an imaginary pause button. She had no time to think and so here she was just reacting rather then being proactive.

“It’s fine. I was gonna watch your performance anyway.”

Lucky's word made her smile come more genuinely to her face. He'd been so supportive of her lately and she was grateful for it. Amy was grateful for any support she's ever gotten, but from someone like him who didn't have to? It was nice. Because technically while he was friends with Josie...Josie and her weren't as close as her and Charlie or Trevor who both seemed to have issues with him.

Yet another issue that's been popping up more and more lately...her friends having beef with other friends. Was it normal for this much drama within interlocking friend groups? Was it always this bad or was this year just on steroids for that? Thirstea wasn't helping either.

Either way, he was kind to her, and she appreciated him for it. "Thanks! I hope you'll like it." She grinned letting a nervous giggle escape her lips since you know they both might not make it to it.

“No way. You gotta get on stage. I’m sure the video is amazing, but nothing is gonna compare to you singing live.” He went over and hopped in the golf cart. “Get in.”

Amy knew he was right. She'd regret it if she didn't perform today especially with everything happening around her. She NEEDED to get on that stage and left some of it out. She needed the therapy of her music and the joy of being with people who wanted to hear her. Who wanted to be there for her even if they had no idea what was going on.

Her eyes widened as he hopped into a golf cart that was rather randomly nearby. She supposed it was for tech's needing to get around the large area quickly if they were helping with multiple presentations. However now it was going to be their get away car to help her get to her performance. Or maybe crazy taxi was a better fit depending on how well Lucky would be at steering it.

What was even crazier then them hi-jacking a random golf cart to get her to her show on time? That fact that every ounce of her actually really wanted to do this. The only reservation she had was that fact she knew she should have some reservation, but couldn't for the life of her really feel it. There was this surge of adrenaline that she couldn't deny felt kinda nice compared to how shitty she'd felt lately.

"You know what? Yah!" She grinned hopping in the golf cart beside him before someone noticed and tried to stop them. If she was going to get in trouble she might as well make it worth it and have a little fun in the process. "Let's go!" She cheered gripping the seat to keep herself steady. Who doesn't love a mini adventure?

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[Xed]

Avery Ohtani

It was somewhere between after the words slipped out of his mouth and when Bella rounded on Casey that Avery finally remembered Casey’s earlier warning not to say Bellalalala in front of Bella, and all he could do was stand there and wave his hands helplessly as he tried to think of a way to take the words back, except he couldn’t. And so then he was left standing there hoping that Casey was wrong and that Bella wouldn’t kill him for calling her that.

Surely she wouldn’t… right?

And then she started jabbing at his chest and Avery just found himself sputtering apologies in his head as his mouth failed to function, the only sound it emitted being short, quiet “Ahs” of worry each time she smacked Casey as the panic overtook him and paralyzed every cell in his body. What was he supposed to do? Oh no, oh no, oh no, what had he done? Should he call for help? Who should he call for – whatttt?

His brain glitched again and he blinked to make sure that he was seeing things correctly. Where Bella had been hitting Casey before, she was now hugging him and… thanking him?

Avery was at once relieved and well, confused, the emotions evident on his features as he stared at them, his head slightly tilted to one side. There were a number of things that had puzzled and mystified him since joining H.A and this had to be amongst them. It reminded him faintly of the one time when he was young when he had gone out with his parents to a party, one of the few occasions he had gone out after the near kidnapping. The party venue had been crowded, he had unintentionally lost his bodyguard and parents in the crowd, and when they found him, his mother had scolded him and cried and hugged him. Much like with Bella’s conflicting display of emotion and action today with Casey, he still didn’t quite fully understand it.

Bella soon released Casey from her hold and then rounded on him, enveloping him in a hug and giving him a kiss before pulling away. The action distracted Avery a little, but the thought remained in the back of his mind as he listened to Bella speak. Emotions were so complicated and hard to understand.

With each word that left Bella’s mouth, Avery’s excitement grew. A celebration! He loved celebrations! They were always so fun and lively and spectacular on the screen. All the smiles, the people, the joy that surrounded a celebration. And he was going to be part of one!

“I don’t have plans either!” He chirped up smiling, “I’d love to celebrate!” his voice faltered a little towards the end as a realisation struck him. Of the three of them, he had contributed the least to the project, it would perhaps even be fair or more accurate to say that it was really Casey and Bella’s project. Given how little he had contributed, would it really be okay for him to join them? After all he didn’t really deserve a celebration, but then he wanted to be a part of it, to celebrate and have fun. It was alright for him to celebrate right?

Shifting his mind away from that uneasy thought, he latched onto something Casey said earlier and turned to him, motivated by both genuine curiosity and niggling worry. “Why don’t they allowed you near fires?”

mood
A celebration! I can go... right?

location
Arts Fest

outfit
festival formal

playing...
song title here

by artist here

mentions
NA

interactions
Casey, Bella

tags
Winona geminiy

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[natsukashii]

Simone Gutierrez

Simone just sat there while Alex played with her sunglasses. She didn’t say anything -- at least not yet. She only laughed at Alex’s more successful-than-she-thought attempt at a joke. The fact Simone was actually receptive to it spoke volumes.

And she laughed again when she saw Alex’s eyes glance through them like a child would with them.

Not that she thought of Alex as a child, but it was her spirit that made her smile.

Considering the aftermath of her performance left Simone feeling almost bittersweet and longing for company, it was something he appreciated.

Truth was, even though she had aced it out there and knew that she would get calls about future gigs, deep down what Simone was truly missing was her family. When she first came to HA, sure she wanted to come here because it was a prestigious school and knew she’d have the best chance of making her dreams a reality, but it was also to get away from her father. It was to keep her family together without having to see his face. This wasn’t Simone missing her father, but she missed everyone else. She missed her older brothers who would often tease her. She missed her mama, who she looked up to more than anything.

Hell, she even missed the three golden labs that they had. She especially missed Luna, who was her dog.

But she had to endure and tell herself it was all worth it. And maybe there was some level of truth to that, but at moments like right now, the one thing she needed most was a tight hug from her mother.

“Shouldn’t this star be shining for everyone to see?”

Simone just shrugged. “Yeah, maybe..” She half-smiled, taking back the sunglasses and placing them to the side. “It was just a lot out there, mucha presión.” Simone rolled her shoulders to release some of their pressure, which felt like something she wished she could do with her decreasing mood. “I needed to step away from the spotlight, ya know?”

mood
Overwhelmed

location
Arts Fest

outfit
Hot in pink

playing...
Royal

by Dounia​

mentions
Family and Alex

interactions
Alex

tags
Soap

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[ohdittoh]

LINDSAY MORGAN KAY

Lindsay? Dude was a badass. I mean, top tier, peak shit, my guy.

Lindsay’s mentee? Eh…

Dude was trying, luhmao.

Lin pressed his hand against his chest to smooth down his shirt as he flopped against the side of the vehicle behind him again and shoved his phone into his pocket. He glanced down at the belt tied around his waist, his brows furrowing together for a moment. His hand twitched, and with a blank expression on his face, he continued to stare at his black leather belt and began to drum a rhythm on his chest, beatboxing along with it beneath his breath: “Boots…boots…cats, boots boots boots.”

‘Cuz duh. That was how you beatboxed.

He sunk down further against the truck behind him, his butt sliding against the door and towards the tire, and then he skipped a step forward, holding his fists up like a jumping Mario as he moved away. He spun on his heel, did finger guns at the wheel, and then grinned to himself. “Too slowww,” he sang beneath his breath.

No idea what that means.

“Can’t believe you made it out in one piece,” said a voice to the side of the truck, and Lin raised his eyebrows and looked over to see Zeph, smiling, though his eyes were shifty.

Lin cackled, walking up to Zeph and throwing a palm against his chest. “Bro, I’m more shocked you did, luhmao!” he laughed. He turned his palm into a fist and gave him a light punch in the middle of his chest. “Obviously I survived. I can survive anything. I’m Bear Grylls, but make him hotter and younger and more talented and sexier and all’a that stuff.” He pointed a finger at Zeph. “But you, my man, my bro, my brother, my bestie for the restieee, you’re finally taking after me.” He pressed his hand over his heart, sniffling deeply and feigning glassy eyes. “It — it just makes me so damn happy to see my best little pupil starting to become just as badass as me,” he said proudly, miming that he was wiping a tear away.

“You should’ve seen her face after you threw her purse,” said Zeph as Lin’s expression shifted back to blankness.

Lin dropped against the vehicle again, crossing his arms. He grinned. “Was it good?”

“She was so ah…so startled, and she just ah…she didn’t know what to do as we both ran out,” Zeph chuckled.

Lin cackled. “Dude! Fucking sick! Was she like — bro, did she go full fish? I mean, are we talkin’ —“ He sucked in his cheeks, making his lips into kissing lips and widening his eyes as much as possible. He pointed to his face. “— mmh?” With a deep inhale, he dropped the expression, shifting it to be a wide-mouthed, high-browed, still-wide-eyed expression. He pointed to his face again. “Uh ihh?”

After he had said his words — yes, those were words — he paused a few moments to let Zeph decide which expression the old lady looked the most like, and then he dissolved into laughs. “Dude, I bet it was fucking gold! Wish I coulda seen it!” He grinned up at his friend, holding his hand up for a high-five — and, of course, swiftly swiping it away before any contact could be made. He cackled happily. “King shit — you should carry around one’a those little disposable cameras to photograph my awesomeness, luhmao. I’d give you a tip. Two cents a day.”

“So what’re we doing now?” Zeph asked.

Lin patted his palms against the side of the truck behind them and shrugged. “I mean, didn’ I say it was up to you in the first place?” He shrugged again, kicking gently at the wheel, pooching out his lower lip for a moment. “Lay it on me, Zephy.” He looked over at his friend, cocking his head slightly as he grinned at him. “Dig deep, bro. Gimme something good — I believe in you, luhmao.”

“Can’t really top that, so maybe we should umm…” Zeph looked around, smiling.

“Yeaaaaah?” Lin inclined his head towards Zeph, biting down on his lower lip and grinning wider in anticipation. “Mmmmmm? Mmmmmmm?”

“We could…”

“Yeeeees?”

“…go…”

He bounced on his heels. “Yeeeeeees?”

“…get…”

He clasped his hands together. “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees?”

“…candy?”

After Zeph ended his sentence, Lin’s eyes widened, and then he dropped his eager posture in favor of slumping and groaning dramatically. “Ugh!” He put his hand against his head. “Ughughugh!” He shook his head, crossing his arms. “Ess-em-aych, Zephy! C’mon, you’re killing me! I already got some candy!”

He reached his hand out to slap it on Zeph’s shoulder. “Look me in the eyes, Zephy, Great Chosen Beaver Ass Prophet.” He set his gaze on Zeph’s eyes, and he reached up his other hand to smack it against Zeph’s other shoulder. Now, he grasped Zeph’s shoulders, and he slouched himself, tugging Zeph down slightly.

“Who are we?” Lin asked, as though he was starting a chant at a football game. “Zephlin!” he answered himself. “What do we want? To kick some ass and show everyone who the sickest and the realest are — and the coolest, and the gnarliest, and all of that fuckiiiing rocking stuff. Fueled by copious amounts of chocolate, wearing the dopest duds — I mean, we are the best, so we gotta keep being the best. No candy buying, ess-em-aych.” He lowered his voice. “Think bigger,” he whispered.

His blue eyes shifted away from Zeph’s and around the area around them. When his eyes found the truck, a glint came into his eyes — the same one as always, the same one that needed no introduction.

Yes, the one that meant that Lin had an idea, which was never a good thing.

Lin turned his head back towards Zeph, his grin slowly spreading across his face. “Zeeeeeph,” he sang lowly, “I knowww what we could doooo.”

Smacking the hands on his shoulders against his shoulders once more, Lin released his friend and spun around to the truck behind them. Putting his hands his pockets, the freckled boy grinned at the truck, his eyes scanning the sides as though he were looking for something.

And then, he reached out and grabbed the handle — and it popped right open.

Fucking idiots! He loved them, luhmao — leaving their cars unlocked and shit!

“Oh, fucking sweet!” he cheered, wasting no time in ripping the door open and throwing himself inside the driver’s seat.

mood
pranking timeeee lmaooo

location
the celestial theater

outfit
feesh

playing...
voldemort

by lindsay kay​

mentions
n/a

interactions
zeph

tags
Winona

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[ohdittoh]

victoria shantel sterling​

“Wait sorry, were your parents arguing over your sister or over Ezra?” Bailey said. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to get the entire situation wrapped around in my head.”

So they were buying it. At least a little bit. Yay. That wasn’t sarcastic. She was definitely completely elated that this stranger bought her lie.

(Even if that admittance was slightly sarcastic, she figured that it sure as hell beat the alternative, at least. Like, having to tell this person who she’d never really spoken to before that she and her sister had almost gotten into a knock-down-drag-out over their parents coming and that their parents were fighting about that fact.)

Still, now they were asking questions…which meant that Tori had to answer their questions.

Tori sighed deeply, lifting a hand to her head. “Over…Beth. Being immature,” she muttered. She sighed again. “She’s…a little…like, she thinks she’s grown up or some shit, and that that means that she can, like, tell me what to do. Or, ya know, tell me how to act. Shit like that. And I’m just like, ‘Calm down.’ Because obviously, she’s here so I can watch over her. She’s here pretty much because of me, but she pulls this shit.” She shrugged, as though she was indifferent to it, moving her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. “It’s so…damn…irritating. And that’s an understatement.”

Was it that obvious that she had been upset, though? Like, what had made Bailey ask about how she was doing in the first place? She had spent a few solid minutes getting herself to look as though she’d completely held together — or, like, getting herself to look presentable, at least. Wiping away the black smears beneath her eyes. Trying to make her foundation not look so obviously patchy around her eyes where she had wiped the black away. She’d reapplied a little bit of lipstick and, you know, regained total smokeshow and completely stable baddie energy and looks.

Or, at least, that was what she thought.

Sighing again, she glanced around for a chair of some sort, and her eyes found a bench. She didn’t realize it before now, but she was still shaking slightly. (Even mentally sound people who told the complete truth had shaking hands, yes.) Walking a few steps away, Tori dropped onto the bench, breathing out a sigh through o-shaped lips.

“Your parents arguing though? In public? That really does suck. A lot,” Bailey said, nodding sympathetically.

As though there were a sour taste in her mouth, Tori’s lips pursed, her brows knitting together and her nose scrunching. From Bailey’s tone, she could tell that there was no way that they had gone through anything like it. Good for them, you know. Your parents aren’t total bitches. Congrats.

(It was her automatic conclusion that Bailey was judging her for that fact.)

She let out a soft snicker. “You get used to it,” she said in as casual voice. She shrugged. “I mean, it doesn’t happen often, but, like…I’m used to expecting the unexpected.” She gave the person a small smile. “Like…usually, it’s just that they’re being dramatic. They’re famous and everything, and you know…got to play it up for the tabloids,” she laughed, her voice quiet and dismissive. “Plus, my mom? Complete bitch. Just like my little sister. I would fight with her constantly if I had to deal with her, too, honestly.”

“And I’m sure you’ll be too busy,” Bailey said.

Tori’s brows pressed together. “Huhm?"

“Yknow. Being an adult to reminisce too much about the good ol’ says babysitting your sister, right?” they laughed.

Her lips pursing tightly again, Tori crossed her arms tightly and leaned back against wall, poising herself straight-backed, crossing her legs. She looked out at the wall across from them, the expression her mildly-bloodshot eyes growing softer by the moment. She swallowed. Calm. Collected, Victoria. There wasn’t anything about what Bailey had said — or about how they’d said it — that set her off again. It was just…you know…

Everything. Being in the aftermath, being around people, having this stranger having a talk with her about something that she’d only accidentally told them. Having someone here who didn’t understand, but wanted to act like it for her sake. She didn’t know. It just wasn’t…

“Yeah,” she said. She made herself smile for a moment, but it faded away almost faster than it had come onto her face. “Yeah,” she repeated with a barely-breathed laugh. “Yeah, one day this will — like, after I graduate — it will…like, today will be a memory. I mean, I’ll look back and I’ll laugh and stuff.” She sighed, then put on a higher-pitched voice. “’Haha, hey Dad, remember when you called Mom and washed-up whore in front of a crowd of my peers and critics? Haha, that was effing golden,’” she drawled sarcastically, and then she laughed, but it wasn’t funny.

It was just…shitty. Just really, really shitty.


Sighing, Tori shifted against the wall, her eyes moving over to Bailey. “You…,” she began. Her brows knitted together as she trailed off, and then she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall. “Listen, I'm...I'm, like..." She sighed. "Hey, Bailey....I appreciate the effort,” she laughed,"but, I mean...it's probably better to distract me or something, right? Yeah. I mean, that’s what you tend to do with people who, you know…have just had a mental breakdown.” She opened her eyes, slowly adding, “Not that I had one or anything.” She gave a slight smile.

Her heart was not in her denial this time, and she wasn’t even trying to hide it.

mood
: )

location
the celestial theater

outfit
dressy

playing...
be nice to me

by the front bottoms​

mentions
beth & ez

interactions
bailey

tags
qunqun

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[ohdittoh]

trevor callaghan​

As he mindlessly made a turn with shaking hands that gripped the wheel so tightly his white knuckles’ joints pressed red marks into his skin, Trevor picked up almost every other word that his girlfriend said. Her parents sucked, there was something about the guy that she performed with in there, her mom was a bitch.

And then, there was a — a question?

“…if you wanted, you could like…come with me.”

And he had no idea about what the feck the context was.

Frantically, he tried to piece together the context in his head. Somehow, this was related to her mother, who was a complete and utter bitch, and somehow, Trevor was being invited to something in relation to that.

Feck, how long had he been silent?

Too long.

Too long.

The music playing lowly over the speakers sounded as though it was booming in his head. He became aware of how sweaty his palms were, and how there was a cold sweat coming onto his forehead. Was it hot in here? It was hot in here. And not the good kind of hot, either. The bad hot. The very bad hot.

Or maybe it was cold.

Both.

It was both.

“Ah…

And his damn cardigan was too tight, and his shirt was too itchy, and why the hell were these pants so fecking tight? They were sexy pants, but they had no right to be so tight.

We could take them off if you wanted, darlin’. I know how much you hated them.

Terrible place for a pickup line.

He spared a wide-eyed glance over at Ash, swallowing hard as he pressed his foot on the brakes.

Fucking stoplights. He hated them. What purpose did they serve? A good one. They made sense. Right. Nevermind.

No, he wasn’t stalling whatsoever. There was no internal stalling going on here, and no, he wasn’t looking for an excuse to get out of giving an answer.

In no capacity was he doing that.

“…ah…”

Haha.

No, not him.

Never him.

He would never do that.

He forced a laugh. “Ah, I — I’m busy. I have things to do.” He gave her a smile, as sorry a smile as he could muster. “Forgive me. I — I’ve got plans.”

And those plans are “avoid ever meeting your bitch mom”.

He swallowed hard, looking forward again and swiftly changing the subject. “I’ll give you t'ree guesses of where, ah, we’re actually going." He cleared his throat, giving her another glance and another smile. "It'll be like Twen'y-One Questions, but it's only t'ree questions you're asking. Like...I don't know...it's someplace great and spectacular an' wonderful, an' you should, ah, go ahead." One more time, he flashed her a smile. "Go on, guess.”

Was this a ploy to get her to give him ideas? No, not one of those whatsoever.

PLEASEHELPME.

mood
deploying operations of the "be a good boyfriend" variety

location
rachel

outfit
before you say a single fecking word, this wasn't his idea.

playing...
some nights (intro)

by fun.​

mentions
n/a

interactions
ash

tags
Winona

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STASSI

Junior(18)- Model - Golden Goddess

Yes, I have seen her practice. It is like flying on the ground.

Stassi shot her adopted sibling a glance, though she didn’t give off any emotion. Was Stassi surprised that Katya went with her lie? No – it wasn’t the first time, and it wasn’t even the first time today. It was more so that she didn’t know what her counterpart was trying to gain by going along with it.

She already had her in one lie that she supported, so it wasn’t as if she needed anymore favors in her pocket. This is where Stassi lacked. Espionage was easy. It was summed up to placing false information into places (or false narratives) to change the outcome of events. That was easy for Stassi. This politics thing though?

She didn’t get it. She didn’t get what the purpose of politics was. She didn’t get what the point on lying for someone else’s benefit that didn’t do anything to better your own situation. What was a favor to do? Stassi loved helping people and getting them out of bad situations was her thing. She did that out of the kindness of her heart. She understood that. She understood being selfless. She didn’t understand whatever it was that Katya was doing.

Their father shuffled when Katya backed Stassi’s lie. Even if he didn’t believe Katya was telling the truth, there was zero benefit in questioning either of them. At worst Katya had been covering for her sister, which meant some form of bonding and less of a chance of Stassi trying to take her inheritance. At best they were telling the truth and Stassi was working her way back to Olympic form. It was one of Stassi’s bargaining chips – having a daughter who was a Gold Medalist helped in his negotiations, especially with Americans. If he hadn’t misfired and sent her off to America, he could have used her as a Russian bargaining chip if she could have competed for the Russian flag (though she actually wouldn’t have been able to with their ban.)

Good. We will have a family skating night before we leave. We will use that rink I bought you. It will serve a benefit yet.

Her father had done most of the funding for her large skating complex that served mainly as a safe-space for both Olympic training and offering free lessons to poor kids who couldn’t afford lessons. Yes, there was a free-skate rink people could pay to skate like any other rink, but that only could do so much. Yes, there were plenty of people who paid for lessons (especially since Stassi had a lot of former Olympians on staff) but especially since Stassi stopped giving lessons, there weren’t AS many new customers as it used to be. It was never intended to be a huge for profit benefit, so it generally broke even or operated at a loss, which her father picked up the tab. So you could see why he wasn’t a fan of it.

Still. He had to appease her on this front. Besides, though not as decorated as Stassi, his wife was a former Olympic skater too and he needed to play like he was doing things to progress the sport.

She has made lovely progress. Oh! Have you told them about the American that will be joining us for dinner?

Ah. There it was. She was wondering when the other foot would drop, and she’d make a move. She looked over to Katya, before shifting her gaze to her father who scrunched his nose. They weren’t aware of the status of their relationship (as broken up), but they purposely did not invite him nor his parents. It wasn’t that he wasn’t invited of course. It would be rude to explicitly not invite their daughter’s significant other to dinner. They just intentionally didn’t mention it in hopes that Anastasia would receive it as he’s not invited. A’las.

The American?

“Jace,”

Stassi stated almost as soon as her father finished his sentence.

There was a bit of silence as the two elder Russian parents glanced to each other, obviously displeased but shrugged it off. If his parents weren’t coming, they could make it through the dinner together. One timid, annoying West was enough, but his parents were.

It'll be nice to see Jace again

The mother spoke gently, for what Stassi couldn’t remember if it was the first time she had or not. It was like her to say the nice things her father wouldn’t, even if she didn’t want to either. Neither of them liked Jace, and it wasn’t just because he was an American though that played a big part in it. He was also nothing like any man they thought should be. They saw him as whiny and weak. Even Uncle Mikhail wasn’t a fan and he didn’t share the same anti-west (read:America) sentiment that his sister and brother in law did.

Ilya cleared his throat and it caused Stassi to turn and see her uncle approach. Though he had aged he was still the more handsome of the two. A strong jaw, thick salt and pepper hair, bright blue eyes, and a 5’oclock shadow that kept him just rugged enough from looking too soft.

He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was toned as if he still exercised regularly despite his climbing in age.

Sorry love. I stepped to the gentleman’s room.

He started, directed at Katya before giving her a soft embrace. He wasn’t as formal as his brother-in-law. He came from nobility, with his sister, but he acted as if he was nothing but a commoner.

He adjusted his stance as he moved away from Katya and hugged Anastasia.

Зайка. I am happy to see you are in good spirits, yes? Brother, sister. Let’s leave the children and go enjoy the rest of this festival.

Uncle Mikhail with the save, as usual.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[KingofAesir]

sawyer andrews​

Hollywood was a long way from Gold Beach, Oregon. It was also a hell of a lot bigger than the town that Sawyer Andrews hailed from. Sawyer had to admit she was a little apprehensive about the size of Hollywood Arts, Gold Beach’s highschool had a grand total of 159 students and even though Hollywood Arts was a newer school they still topped up over that number. An arts school. Sawyer could hardly believe herself. A year ago all she’d wanted was to play basketball and now she was in fucking Hollywood on a Literature scholarship of all things. Scratch that, a year ago all Sawyer was concerned with was Natalie Portman. It was odd to think about now. Sawyer’s world had become a tiny speck trapped in the orbit of the proverbial queen of Gold Beach, and it had been so easy for her to just let Planet Sawyer float off into deep space all alone. It had been so hard for Sawyer to make the decision to go to Hollywood with Nat trying her hardest to get Sawyer to give up in dreams and stay in asspit Gold Beach, which really should’ve been a red flag in itself. Once Sawyer had decided and Natalie switched from, “Please stay.” to “Okay, we can just do long distance.” it had become a little easier. Until she was in the airport and she was informed that Natalie hadn’t even waited until she was on the plane to decide they were over, by fucking someone else no less. So, that had just been a lovely beginning for moving away from her home to somewhere completely new by herself. Well, by herself was generous, she was to be staying with her Aunt Vera. Vera was probably going to be...not present, for a lot of the time anyway. The apartment was empty when Sawyer arrived, and she had a feeling Vera didn’t spend a whole lot of time there. She hadn’t gotten back until like 4 in the morning the night Sawyer got to Hollywood. The life of a struggling actress probably necessitated copious alcohol and partying so Sawyer wasn’t about to say anything about it anyway.

The apartment was oddly large for someone like Vera. Sawyer had no clue where she got the money to pay for this place with her sparse job line up. There was a window in the living room that spanned the entire wall and Sawyer’s bedroom had lights that you could clap on and off. It was also entirely to white for Sawyer’s tastes. She never understood the new modern fascination with making homes entirely white and impersonal. It felt like an office building, but that was going to change very soon. As soon as Sawyer tacked up all the various posters and other scrounged wall decorations she had brought from home, the place was going to feel a lot more like home. For the time being though, she had to go find her classes so she didn’t get lost on Monday. Arriving in the middle of the school year probably wasn’t going to be easy, but Sawyer was already here and there was no way she was going back to Gold Beach and ending up sucked back into Natalie Portman world. White walls and Hollywood would have to do.

This place was impossible to navigate. How anyone ever found anything was beyond Sawyer. She’d been wandering around for like 20 minutes trying to find a classroom and was convinced that this place was a maze. She’d asked some random dude where the class was a while ago but his directions only confused her more and she was starting to think she should just give up. She was glad she’d come here on a weekend or she’d have been hopelessly lost come Monday. Sawyer looked up from the schedule in her hand to pause in the middle of a hallway and just shove the useless piece of paper in the pocket of the army green cargo pants hanging off her hips. With her eyes free to scan her surroundings, she spotted a sight that made her rethink ever even coming to this school in the first place. There was a boy and a girl standing next to a glass fucking cow. What the fuck was this place? Sawyer groaned as her curiosity forced her feet to move and she found herself standing in front of a glass cow on a Saturday afternoon.

“Riveting.” She spoke with a twinge of laughter in her voice and a grin on her face, “Art really is something. What does a cow mean to the onlooker? Food? Country side? Existential dread? Could be anything really.” She turned to the two people standing beside the cow and blew hair out of her eyes,”I’m Sawyer and I’m like super lost.”

mood
hopelessly lost and a little confused

location
ye olde school

playing...
chillthefuckout

by ROMES.​

mentions
Natahoe throw back baby

interactions
Ava, Saint

tags
Winona ohdittoh

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[qunqun]

MOOD: Wowee

OUTFIT: Something workable

LOCATION: School

basics

MENTIONS:



INT:
Tori ohdittoh

tags

TL;DR Yeah..... this isn't awkward at all.

tl;dr

Bailey

Oh boy, Bailey was given a way out of this entire situation? Fantastic. They were not a licensed therapist. They did not care this much. They didn’t know what they were doing - they were a sophomore for god’s sake what in the world were they supposed to say or do.

They were practical strangers with this girl. This entire conversation was just weird. (Though apparently they attracted this kind of interaction considering how the last girl they’d talked to them had bowed of all things).

Like, Jesus christ what was wrong with this chick’s parents, calling her mother a washed-up whore? In public? Wow. Wowee. How do you even respond to that? Their parents didn’t fight in front of them, when they did fight. Besides, they had their older siblings to distract them if it ever did happen.

Just wow. Wowee. Yikes. This was a big mess.

“I mean, it sucks. Though. That you do have to get used to it. Not really.. It’s not really fair is it?” Bailey said with another awkward little laugh. It wasn’t funny, but this was just so awkward that they felt they had to dispel it somehow.

But Tori wanted to be distracted. Alright, Bailey could do distractions.

“Yeah. Yeah. Distractions, distractions… Oh! You want to get something to eat? I’m kind of starved.” The costume designer smiled awkwardly. “My… siblings might tag along if that’s alright with you, but we have a pretty alright relationship. They came here from New York and all that. To see me… Kinda have to hang out with them - yeah…. Yeah.”

Well, they couldn’t just leave Tori to suffer amongst the gossip mill of Hollywood Arts, and they had to talk to their family because they didn’t want to be rude. Besides, their family usually didn’t mind bringing along friends - more the merrier and all that.

It was more if Tori wanted to have family dinner with a complete stranger, but considering her options… Bailey would’ve probably gone with the strange family dinner.

Yeah. This was normal

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[ohdittoh]

victoria shantel sterling​

Every time that you spoke to Tori, there was one distinctive feeling that you couldn’t help but get about her. Well, actually, there were many feelings that you couldn’t help but get about her, but there was one in particular that stuck out more than the rest.

That feeling was that Victoria Sterling didn’t quite fit in.

There was something so obvious about the fact that she tried so hard to be impressive, to get others’ attention, and to be “one of the girls” that she fell flat on all accounts. Though she held her head high and played all “Holier Than Thou”, it was obvious: Tori was just a tryhard. She was rich, unrelatable, and…well…different.

Weird, almost.

Even in spite of her…tryhardiness (which she would debate the existence of until the end of time, because, no, she wasn’t a tryhard), Victoria was not really a fan of pitying her existence. If she was complaining about her sister, fine, pity would be okay. If she was bitching about anything else, it would be fine, too. But talking about her parents…? Well, the pity treaded more towards people saying “you poor thing, your life sucks, lol can’t relate”.

Like…ugh.

“I mean, it sucks. Though,” said Bailey.

Tori’s eyebrows knit together. “What does…?”

“That you do have to get used to it,” answered Bailey. “Not really…it’s not really fair is it?”

“No, it’s fine,” Tori said dismissively, shrugging. She shook her head. “I’m honestly, like…it’s fair enough, I mean. I don’t mind it.”

Where was the distraction in that?

As though to answer her question, Bailey spoke again. “Yeah. Yeah. Distractions, distractions…”

“Distractions,” Tori repeated with a nod, narrowing her eyes slightly at Bailey as though that would help them think in any capacity.

“Oh!” Bailey said finally. “You want to get something to eat? I’m kind of starved.”

Tori raised an eyebrow. “Food…?” she asked. She spared a glance at her watch. Ah, it was about that time.

“My…siblings might tag along if that’s alright with you,” Bailey continued, and Tori looked back up at them, “but we have a pretty alright relationship. They came here from New York and all that. To see me…”

Tori felt a slight rub of jealousy at the back of her skull, but she swallowed it down. Siblings who got along…

You know, she and Beth were like that once.

“Kinda have to hang out with them — yeah…yeah,” finished Bailey.

“Uhmhm,” Tori hummed, shifting the purse, slung over her arm, back onto her shoulder as she stood. “Well, you can count me in.” She gave them a slight smile. “I’m hungry — but I’m paying for my own food. That’s the condition.”

mood
hi : )

location
the celestial theater

outfit
dressy

playing...
be nice to me

by the front bottoms​

mentions
beth

interactions
bailey

tags
qunqun

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