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

[0k_mang0]

MOOD: *sigh*

OUTFIT:
navy blue boy
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INFO

LOCATION:
winter ball building

WITH: ash, eli

MENTION: cami, chanel, trevor​

ACTIVITY

Winona geminiy ohdittoh

TAGS

cappie

(basically Cappie's empathy for Ash, cuz it fits)

Cappie looks back at Eli with the same concern. Ash isn’t fine at all. They’ve known her long enough to know better. Cappie understands how she’s feeling from his experience with his mom going through nearly two dozen disappointing relationships in the past—each time he’s consoled his mom, each time he’s seen her hurt, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. This is no different.

This all seems ironically familiar. Ash was worried her previous boyfriend was cheating on her and that led to their break-up. Her ex may have been an asshole, and Cappie still thinks he is, but he’s never actually cheated on her.

Now, Trevor, thanks to his paranoia and intoxicated stupor mixed together, has accused Ash of cheating on him tonight, and they’re going to break up soon.

Cappie enjoys irony, but not like this.

He isn’t surprised when Ash announces her decision. Maybe he should feel glad or shocked, but he doesn’t, not at all. He isn’t feeling as angry as earlier anymore, and now, all that’s left is some kind of disappointed sadness. Cappie genuinely hoped Trevor was a little better despite his awkward personality, and he believes Ash when she said she only wanted him. Unlike Eli, Cappie hasn’t minded him much, at least the non-crossfaded version of him.

“He’s probably sleeping it off in his van,” Cappie says. “I think it’s best to wait ‘til he’s sober tomorrow before you break up with him.”

He lets Ash hold his arm, and, with his big bro by her other side, the trio strides back inside the building. While Eli holds the door for other people like the greatest gentleman he is, Cappie lightly taps Ash’s elbow and speaks to her in hushed tones for only themselves.

“I want you to know,” Cappie starts, “you didn’t deserve to go through that. What happened earlier, Trevor’s jealousy got the better of him. I’m sure he’s a good guy, but he’s got a lot of issues he needs to fix. If you’re really sure of breaking up with him, it’s okay.

"Just please, keep this in mind,” he adds, gently squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Whatever insecurities and doubts Trevor has, he shouldn’t drag you down with him ‘cuz of them. You shouldn’t put yourself through that. Don’t blame yourself if he doesn’t understand your choice.”

Eli returns, hugs his besties farewell—Cappie squeezes him in an affectionate bear hug, tiptoeing and planting a kiss on top of his head—heads back to Camile. Cappie turns to Ash and lightly bumps his shoulder against hers.

“Want me to stick around for while? I don’t mind. I’ll even tell you why I’m not with my date right now… I, uh, kinda need my BBFF to talk to about it.”

Cappie can try going back to Chanel, but he’s kind of giving her some space for a while. He’s not even sure if she’s still in the building.

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[natsukashii]

Tilly Phoenix

Tilly wasn’t sure what song was playing. It might’ve been a club hit that she hadn’t heard yet. Maybe it was a popular song or maybe it was one of the underplayed, radio hits that hasn’t come to her attention yet. Or maybe it was such an indie song that someone like Tilly, whose music tastes could be seen in the top 40 all across North America, hadn’t heard of yet, but she liked the beat.

But as much as she liked the beat and the energy that surged through her body because of it, Tilly wasn’t a dancer — she was far from it, actually. Something about being seen by others and the way that her self-conscious personality always kicked in when the thought of her peers staring at her entered her mind.

Yet she was the one who asked Kayla to dance.

What was even weirder than that…other than the fact that Tilly made the first move, that is, was how Tilly wasn’t actually thinking about Kayla despite standing not even a foot and a half away from her date. She kept up the smiles and how if Kayla suspected anything other than Tilly being her usually-timid, minimally-expressive self, she might think something was on her mind. Of course, she would be right about that.

In her mind, Tilly tried not to think about Michael Reid, but their brief encounter made an impression on her. It was so wrong on so many levels. She had a date with whom she was just so happy to have her back in her life. Kayla was someone that Tilly cared for deeply and more so now since she came back into her life. She didn’t quite understand exactly what her feelings for Kayla were.

But Mike was on her mind. Worse than that, but she was finding it difficult to focus on her breathing. With her weakened physical state that was a permanent thing, Tilly always had to focus on her breathing whenever she was doing anything physical and there was never a moment when she didn’t remember to control it and make sure she didn’t overdo it. Ever since that encounter with Michael, though, Tilly didn’t so much forget, but her priorities were falling out of order and before she realized it, her head went hot and she stopped. Her breaths became short and her lungs were having difficulties keeping up.

And then Tilly had to stop mid-song. She looked around and her vision was starting to get blurry.

This is bad. This is bad.

She took a few steps back and had nearly bumped into someone behind her. Even though she didn’t, Tilly quickly apologized. “Sorry,” before she looked back at Kayla, the evidence of her problems on her face as her cheeks were redder than the makeup on them had made them to be. She stepped closer to Kayla. “I…need to get some fresh air. I’ll..be back in a few.” Her natural apologetic personality practically forced her to give Kayla a hug, one that lasted probably a few seconds too long.

As carefully as she could, Tilly maneuvered herself past the other kids on the dancefloor. She didn’t do a great job of it, though. She bumped into a few, which was immediately followed by a “I’m sorry”.

She panicked her way out of the ballroom and out the building. Even after she felt the cold breeze hit her, it didn’t relax her enough. Or it didn’t give her the time she knew she needed to calmly fix the rising panic that stemmed from her fast breathing. She had to calm herself down somehow, but everything from trying breathing exercises to thinking about a safe place where nothing could harm her all came coming back to Michael Reid. She was so confused why that one interaction with him was causing her mind to go round in circles with him at every starting and ending point.

And then without even realizing it, Tilly had wandered out into the parking lot and bumped into someone again.

No, wait, not someone but a thing.

A car?

Well, that would explain why her leg hurt all of a sudden. She whimpered and looked up and saw who was behind the driver’s seat and whether or not they could hear, Tilly chirped in the kind of way one did when anxiety and panic had reached the highest points they could and with a dash of embarrassment for good measure.

All she could do in this dire moment of what she might’ve considered the worst night in her life (obviously it’s all a matter of perspective) was wave to the person she saw. All she could do was wave to Michael Reid whilst, internally, Tilly questioned everything she did up until this point.

mood
In absolute awe

location
The Ballroom

outfit
Bashful in Pink

playing...
my ted talk

by mxmtoon​

mentions
Mike, Kayla

interactions
Mike, Kayla

tags
ohdittoh AkuTheWolfOkami

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[ohdittoh]

MICHAEL K. REID​

Mike didn’t know how long he’d been staring at the entrance beyond that it’d been too damn long and Little Red really needed to hurry the fuck up. The liquor in the stolen flask, he noticed as he drank down a bit more, was watered-down and tasted like it’d been mixed with something non-alcohol-ish. He hated how alcohol tasted in general, though, so he guessed he couldn’t say it tasted any fucking worse than it already did as a ground rule.

Still, even though his impatience occasionally crossed his mind and his displeasure with the drink in the flask occasionally crossed his tongue, Mike was caught in the kind of lull he’d been caught in since he’d assumed this spot on the hood of his vehicle. It was a kind of after sex plateau with the night, after it’d finished royally fucking him in the ass. A peace, a clarity. An acknowledgement of how shit it was and a little bit of calm as an almost sort of apology for it. A little ’sorry, here’s some alone time’, to which he said a quiet little ’thanks, I guess’, because he could either be grateful for it and cherish it while it lasted or whine and complain about it and have nothing but shit on top of shit on top of shit to worry about, and the former sounded a lot more pleasant after having to deal with the latter for the past seventeen fucking years.

Admittedly, though, it was pretty fucking cold outside, so with a sigh, he stood and made his way to his driver’s side door, flask in hand. As he pulled the door open, it let out a familiar, loud, reluctant squeal, and he let out a soft chuckle. Bending inside, he shoved the key into the ignition, giving it a solid twist. The engine gave a whir, but didn’t purr on. With a soft sigh, he twisted the key again, and then again, and, on the fifth or sixth time, the Shitmobile came to life.

He slammed his door shut forcefully. His hand reached for the temperature controls, but, before his fingers found them, his chain of actions was interrupted.

Bump. His car gave a little rock as he heard a shuffle to his left. Mike glanced over, raising an eyebrow as he turned his head toward the noise, internally debating on whether to be annoyed about having his night disturbed or curious as to what was disturbing his night.

He saw something he really didn’t expect. It was just some girl in a pink dress, standing herself back up straight. He said a little thanks internally for her not being something fucking breaking inside his hood or, ya know, someone like any one of the myriad of people he hated.

Her lip quivered as she stepped back from the hood. He squinted at the girl in his dim headlights for a moment before he realized who she was: the girl he’d spoken with earlier. Her eyes darted up to Mike. She looked frozen for a second as they made eye contact, and, after a moment, she finally gave a little awkward wave.

He chuckled, a grin coming onto his face. He was a little bit too tipsy to care about a hot girl seeing him in his shitty clunker, and he was more preoccupied with thanking whatever forces were on his side tonight for bringing him this chick to occupy his time as he waited for his date. Reaching over to the window lever (shut the fuck up about his window lever), Mike cranked down his window, propping his elbow up on the windowsill as he sent his trademark charming grin to the girl. “‘ey, babe,” he drawled, his words far less annunciated than they usually were. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon. You must be a fan,” he teased with a chuckle.

He raised up his flask, giving it a wiggle. “Come to grab a drink with me?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Nights get better with a little liquor on your lips…” A smirk tugged at his face, and he lowered the flask. “Or, hell, if you don’t wanna drink, it could get there another way.” He winked, and then he chuckled. He gave a nod toward the passenger seat of his car, patting the seat before reaching up to turn on his head and dropping his elbow from the window. “C’mon, sit with me,” he said, turning down the radio, which had already been at hardly even a whisper. “I’ve got a lot of fuckin’ waiting to do and no one to do it with, babe, so you’re right in luck.”

Obviously, he enjoyed being alone, but he would act as though he didn’t for the sake of, ya know, chilling with the hot chick.

He reached over and partially opened the passenger door for her, then bent down on his own side and began to roll up the window. Looking over at her as she entered his vehicle, he asked, “You ever drank before?” He gave her a once-over. Damn, she’s hot. He chuckled. “You kinda look like the type to go to those fuckin’…middle school no-alcohol rallies. Ya know, the ones where they toss out neon green footballs stamped with ’DRINKING KILLS’ and sing parody songs about alcoholism.” With a grin, he held the flask out to her. “Give it a try, babe,” he said. “It tastes like shit, but fun shit.”

It occurred to him that he didn’t know her name, but eh, fine by him.

He propped his elbow up on the side of his door. “You come out here ‘cuz you’re bored, or are you like me and the night feels like it’s already over before it even really started?” he asked. He scanned her face, and he raised an eyebrow. “You look kinda…distracted, though. Somethin’ on your mind, babe?” With a chuckle, he added, “I’d offer you a penny for your thoughts, but LA rent’s fuckin’ insane.”

mood
; )

location
the parking lot

outfit
i'm fucking sexy.

playing...
drunk face

by machine gun kelly​

mentions
beth

interactions
tilly

tags
natsukashii

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[Winona]

Ashton West

It was... probably wrong of her, to want to leave Cap and Eli so soon after what had just happened. They were both, like... they'd both literally just ruined their nights for her, so it was really quite selfish for her to want them to just like... go back to their dates and leave her alone. Even if that's like, what she really wanted, because she just... she needed a little time to herself. To think over what had just happened, to try and work up the courage, to try and piece together exactly what she wanted to say when she faced Trevor and dropped the whole I can't do this anymore bomb.

Breakups had never exactly been her strong suit. See: literally every breakup before this, where Ash had found herself in a serious screaming match, which had ended with a breakup and hatred.

So like yeah, she knew that this was... this was going to be rough. Like, there was just no getting around that.

As they walked inside, Eli just ahead of them, Cap decided to like... share some words of wisdom or whatever -- suggesting that she wait until tomorrow, which like... she couldn't... she knew he was probably right, but like... Ash didn't know if she'd have it in her tomorrow to break up with him if she avoided it tonight.

She gave him a faint, grateful smile -- particularly because like... it was nice to hear that she didn't deserve the treatment that he'd given her, even if she... was completely sure that she deserved that.

They hugged Eli goodbye, and she smiled faintly, watching as he walked away, before she looked up at Cappie. She figured he'd want to get back to Chanel, and... Ash was fine with that. She would... ignore his advice, go try and find Trevor, break up with him, and then... she didn't really know what she was supposed to do from that point.

Like, she just...

She didn't know.

“Want me to stick around for while? I don’t mind. I’ll even tell you why I’m not with my date right now… I, uh, kinda need my BBFF to talk to about it.” Cap asked.

Her eyebrows drew together, a confused expression on her face as she looked up at him.

"Wait, like... yeah, yeah," Ash said, giving a little shake of her head. "I... yeah, of course, what happened?"

There was a little bit of guilt that bit into her at him saying that he like, that he needed to talk, because like... she'd been kind of selfish in a way, right? By just assuming their dates had gone by alright, that nothing bad had happened, like... she should've asked, and... god.

mood
.....

location
the Ball

outfit
purple

playing...
Boys Ain't Shit

by saygrace​

mentions
Trevor

interactions
Cappie

tags
0k_mang0

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[qunqun]

MOOD: .....

OUTFIT: mmm fancy

LOCATION: Ball

basics

MENTIONS:
Stassi

INT:
Zeph Winona

tags

TL;DR ... is this what it's like to have friends?

tl;dr

Katya

Katya was staring at Zeph, taking in his expressions, little tiny movements. Things that gave away his inner thoughts. It was a bit of a challenge - especially for a Westerner. Usually they were rather emotive in nature. It was nice for there to be a return to form, a bit of a challenge laid before her when it came to reading his thoughts.

It left her with just his words to decipher.

Playing with fire now, was he? Trying to make her squirm a bit? If he didn’t want to be her friend so be it. It was fine. Didn’t hurt her feelings a bit, she could find someone better.

Okay, maybe he was nice and she kinda wanted him to be on her side now. There were very few people here that she would deem as wholly polite and nice - a rare breed indeed. Very good for her social circle.

But, Zeph accepted her offer of friendship in the end after a good deal of hemming and hawing about the entire thing. Too much if you asked her. Rather rude of him. Tsk tsk.

What the hell, she was going to let it slide again. She didn’t like that she was already giving him little inches of territory. Gross. But hey, she also didn’t want to scare him off. Cornering her already.

None of her grumbling could stop the smile which spread across her lips at the acceptance of friendship. Something sweet and soft.

“Hmm..” A little tap of her lips. A little bit of a mischievous pull at her pleased smile as she tilted her head. “Sure. I could use a drink.”

Pleasant. That’s what she could call this entire experience. Something oddly pleasant. While Zeph was going to get her a drink, she glanced around. Her sister was nowhere to be seen - honestly Katya was kind of glad that she wasn’t being pulled away quite yet. She wanted to see where this was going to take her.

At least, she was almost positive that she was having a more pleasant experience at this “ball” than whatever trainwreck media circus Stassi was pulling here. Sometimes she felt just a little bit bad for the shit that she put her sister through. After all, she did a great job of fucking up her own life by herself.

Like kissing gay men and hoping they’d feel the same.

Zeph returned and Katya gave him another little pleased smile as she took the drink from his hand.

“What a gentleman.”

code by valen t.

 

[0k_mang0]

MOOD: we time traveling, ya'll

OUTFIT:
navy blue boy
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INFO

LOCATION:
the ballroom

WITH: chanel, ash

MENTION: cami​

ACTIVITY

Soap Winona

TAGS

cappie

— So Close

Cappie smiles at Ash a reassuring half-smile that's leaning a bit too close to looking wistful.

“Don’t worry, it’s actually not so bad. Just, uh… confusing…? I dunno.” He shrugs his shoulders. “But after the shit you’ve been through, I thought you’d like to hear this.” He sat down with her on a bench against a wall nearby. Once they were settled, Cappie begins his tale…

Now, back to our regularly scheduled plotline…

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They were still slow dancing, having a pleasant time. She complimented his appearance, twice so far. Yes, he considered Chanel’s greeting at her place after his awkward wow, hi a compliment.

Instead of a lighthearted cocky remark that would’ve been typical of him, Cappie responded with a small bashful, grateful smile and murmured thanks, not a hint of smugness on his face. He figured she’d dealt with a lot of arrogant, cocky guys in the industry and at school already.

And perhaps she should have a break from his usual sarcasm for tonight, too.

What? He actually wanted to be a decent date to her. His mom didn’t raise him to be a boorish fool.

While carefully stepping around themselves around another couple who were too close, Cappie proposed something like a cool silver-grey for her room, because, y’know, there were so many shades of grey to choose from. And then he added, “Maybe throw in a soft sage-green ‘cuz it kinda matches with your eyes… there’s a bit of green in your eyes. I’ve noticed that for a while.”

He probably should feel embarrassed for rambling that remark without (surprise, surprise) thinking first. If he was, he didn’t notice. Besides, he was just stating the facts. His focus was on slow dancing with his partner without stepping on her toes and paying attention to their conversation, not being flustered over his simple comment about Chanel’s eyes.

And he was paying attention to Chanel telling her stories.

After she told him the script fire incident, he said, “Well, you know, screenplays are a form of litature,” His lips pressed together in a good-humored, cheeky smile that reached his eyes and almost says he knows how ridiculous the pun was and doesn’t care. “I’m not apologizing for it.”

(No, you get outta here. I’m not apologizing either.)

Cappie chuckled with her when she brought up the spit-pact/thumb promise. It was, he remarked, both charming and gross, the latter being an adjective he'd never expected to associate with Chanel in, like, ever, even when her brother is Casey. It was more unexpecting than her pyromaniac moment.

And then she brought it up.

“If I remember correctly, you had something to tell me. Or admit, out loud.”

Of course she did. Memorizing dozens of lines was part of her job. She mentioned he could lie, and Cappie narrowed his eyes at her in playful annoyance. Such patronizing generosity. “You’ll know I’m lying anyway ‘cuz you’re clever. And besides, a promise is a promise.”

Any of his friends would say Cappie was always serious when it came to his promises. If he said he’ll pay back several grand to possibly-sketchy lenders (which he had secretly done recklessly), he would be determined to do it. With some occasional hesitation along the way.

A couple of minutes later, the last song came to an end. The DJ needed a break, most likely a potty break. Students on the dance floor began slowly dispersing to do other activities in the meantime.

“I’ll tell you after our snack break,” Cappie offered, slowly pulling back from his dance partner. “We can get drinks that’s not only in the possibly-spiked punch bowl, try a few snacks first. I think I see those cookies with the jelly in the middle.”

Was he stalling?

Yes, yes he was. With drinks and cookies.

Before they stepped away from each other, Cappie heard her say she was glad he’d asked her out even though he didn’t have to. He almost immediately said I wanted to. Chanel was right, he didn’t have to, so why did he? Well, Cappie didn’t really have anyone else to go with him, and he still would've been okay being a third, fifth, seventh wheel with his friends. Definitely not out of pity for her. He did feel guilty for suggesting Camile be Eli’s date, but he wasn’t anymore.

Somewhere deep down, a quiet part of him was glad he'd had at least one chance to ask her to go with him.

“Even if you did go with your sister to the ball,” said Cappie, “I still would’ve wanted to dance with you and hang out with you. If you’d wanted me to.”

code by valen t.

 

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STASSI

Junior(18)- Model - Golden Goddess

She remembered the first day she met Ahlivia. It was in one of their general ed English classes freshman year. They were assigned a project together and, in all truth, Anastasia Mikhailnovna Perova was probably the worst partner one could ask for at the time.

She had been training for the winter Olympics. Her mother, HER moyhrt, had even flown in from Russia to oversee her training. Of course, this meant a lot of extra stress for Stassi, but it was one of the few times her father allowed for her mother to come to America to spend time with her.

The strict diet, the strict training regiment (both on and off the ice) all while trying to balance studying in her freshman year? Left her tapped out. She had nothing left to give and could barely stay awake in class, let along crank out her part of the project.

Ahlivia didn’t like that and rightfully called out Anastasia. The young girl offered no emotion to Liv’s outrage, merely speaking matter of factly that she was training for the Olympics and just didn’t have any more energy and she would tell the teacher herself so Liv could get reassigned. The bleeding heart that is Ahlivia understood and decided to pick up her slack, and volunteered to be her partner on other projects so she could do the same thing until her training was over.

In short, Ahlivia had always been there for Stassi so it was no different when she felt her hands on her cheek. She didn’t even notice that the girl before had been speaking until she felt her soft hands and she froze.

Hey, hey, hey, don't think like that. I mean, who cares what our family's think right?

If only Stassi wasn’t the daughter of Illya Unzhakov. Maybe that would have been something she could get behind, but the fact was, she was. And it mattered.

Thousands of people love you

She guessed if you believed her Instagram follower count, this was probably true.

I love you

Platonically of course. It was always platonic.

She had expected the girl to drop her hands from her cheeks, but when she didn’t she raised a brow and she looked into her eyes. She felt her breath get stolen from her as she felt comforted by the thumbs that were rubbing her cheeks.

You're an amazing friend and an amazing person, and you- you just-

She was struggling to find the words? That wasn’t like Liv – wait, was she leaning forward? Why? W- Stassi blinked a few times before her body seemed to move on it’s on and lean forward to, their lips not far from each other until..The door opened.

The two girls separated, and Anastasia slid off the sink and took a deep breath. She wouldn’t look at her.

Um... So do you feel a little better?

…No…because what just happened?

“Yes. I do ..thank you…”

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

jordan mitchell

sophomore - art - 16

stupid fucking ball

fake excitement

Spiffy boi

interactions

Stella @Kitsune2202

Jordan followed Stella's gaze the moment she started searching for Zeph. He wasn't really interested in the guy's whereabouts, but it was one of those questions you asked to be polite. A topic to fill the holes in what would otherwise be a boring conversation. Jordan was good at filling in the holes and making conversation since he had to entertain so many people before.

His mother's balls and galas with other doctors had been one too many. The majority of them were donor events, which meant he needed to be charming to help her department get funding. It didn't matter that Jordan wasn't an actual doctor or hadn't even wanted to be one when he graduated either. Lying to these disgustingly rich, white men and elitest wasn't something to lose sleep over.

And he didn't, nor would he ever.

Stella brought up Kinni and he gave her a nonchalant shrug. Not because he didn't care about her whereabouts, mind you, but because he was just a nonchalant person. The location of his girlfriend wasn't his business and he would never clock her to find out. The same way he wanted the freedom to go where he pleased he let Kinni herself have.

"Great question. I'll get back to you when I figure it out," he said, "I wasn't going to come here at all but she wanted me to and I thought it would be a nice little surprise."

He wasn't lying completely, but he also wasn't telling the truth. He knew it would come across as him being a complete and total asshole if he had told her he didn't give two shits about a high school dance. That he hadn't been willing to suck it up and attend for Kinni's sake so she didn't have to come alone. Except, she didn't come alone did she?

Bailey had accompanied her and was sure to be more fun than he would have been. Jordan already knew he wouldn't want to dance or mingle or even pretend he wanted to do any of those things. Which would in turn upset Kinni greatly and then he would have another issue on his hands. He figured telling her to go along with Bailey was a good thing and guaranteed her to have all the fun she could've wanted.

Jordan wasn't a very bright guy when it came to Kinni sometimes.

He had started to absentmindedly search for her and when his eyes finally found them, he couldn't help but smile. She looked like she was having a great time dancing with Bailey. Which could only mean he was right to suggest the idea in the first place. Sure, it was probably because his girlfriend's friend was going to make sure of it, but that wasn't the point. The point of the matter was she was enjoying herself.

"Actually, I found her. I should probably get over there before she sees me and the surprise is ruined. Besides, I don't wanna keep you from your man for too long," he joked.

coded by natasha.

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

ahlivia richardson

Junior - Lit - 17

winter ball

rambling - nervous

Pretty in Green

interactions

mick AkuTheWolfOkami

Ahlivia had never been the type of person to pursue any sort of romantic relationship with someone. She was afraid of rejection and what it would do to her already crumbling self-esteem so she tended to steer clear of confessing any of her feelings for people. Not to say she didn't have feelings for people, because she definitely does. She just won't admit them and whenever they seem to make an appearance she'll shove them down inside. In her eyes, it was easier to ignore them than risk the friendships she had with people. Letting people into her circle wasn't an easy task for Liv, so the less she upset the ones she currently had the better.

All she wanted to do was make Stassi feel better. She was upset and crying and Liv didn't do well with tears. Her parents had taught her how to be there for others but even now she had a hard time doing so. Tears weren't easy to deal with and really she would rather not have to deal with them altogether. It's like, do you pat their backs? Do they want you to touch them? What do you even say to someone to get them to stop?

Liv already freaked out about everything. Freaking out because she said the wrong thing didn't need to be added to her list.

So when she put her hands on her face and wiped her tears and gave her encouraging words she thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn't patting her back or faking sympathy it was genuine. Physical touch had been Liv's love language after all, so why not share that at this moment?

But she hadn't meant to lean in.

She hadn't meant to almost kiss her.

Ahlivia wasn't even sure she liked girls. I mean, she definitely liked guys, there were no questions but girls? Sure, she found women like Rihanna and Megan Good attractive and joked that she would "Drink their bathwater", but she hadn't been in a realistic situation where she could and be with a girl.

And Liv always said that she would try anything at least once.

But she also didn't want to treat someone like some sort of... Experiment.

A bridge to cross when she got to it.

In the meantime, she watched Stassi slide off the sink and avoid her gaze, telling her she felt better. In typical Ahivia Richardson fashion, she ignored what happened, pretending they weren't about to do something reckless, and worked her way to the ground.

"Great! Your makeup looks amazing and it would be a shame to ruin it and your night over Jace." Liv paused, wanting to add another passive-aggressive comment about their relationship, as per usual, but decided not to kick the girl when she was down. The shit-talking about him could commence another time. "We could sneak in to a nightclub or something and ditch this place!"

coded by natasha.

 

[qunqun]

MOOD: WOOO DRINKING

OUTFIT: Casually Queer

LOCATION: Some street corner

basics

MENTIONS:



INT:
Lida Winona

tags

TL;DR Time to get KRUNK!!!!!

tl;dr

Rowan

Pronouns Currently: She/Her

Rowan was so ready to conquer LA. Strange city in a strange country where they stuck out like sore thumbs and were technically minors and were going to be treated as children?? Oh yeah, baby - what a challenge!

Living the life!

She grinned at Lida’s suggestion. “No maps!!! All navigation!” She agreed as they walked out into what could only be described as probably the worst idea either of them had ever had.

But yeah, the two of them? Together? Absolute masters at Kara-Tae-Jitsu. So good at defending themselves against whatever America could throw at them. The two managed to get maybe to the end of the block before Lida already had a request for Rowan.

Were they going to turn back? Do something sensible? Get a map? Get a purse?

Absolutely not.

“Got anything to… y’know… drink?”

Awww shucks, she was lookin’ to supply. Luckily, thanks to her handy dandy tote bag. Oh yeah, baby, Lida was just jealous of the glory that was her mushroom tote. Bras? Never heard of them.

So, a foreign country, in a new town, without a map, in the dark, by themselves. Drunk. That was her entire plan.

… Absolutely genius!!!

“You’ve got it, mush.”

A couple of digs through the bag and a pint of vodka was produced. A heavenly choir sang, and the pearly gates opened and-

Rowan was struggling to get the cap open. Getting red-faced and everything in the sheer amount of exertion she was extending.

There was a loud crack “Oh, there goes my wrist.” Oopsie as Rowan realized that no, in fact, she was not going to be able to open the vodka.

Defeat.

She slowly handed the bottle to Lida in the hopes that maybe she could get it open.

“... thanks, mate.” Rowan managed to get a drink once Lida was done and coughed just a bit at the burn of the alcohol going down. Yep, nailing this. Living the dream!

code by valen t.

 

[geminiy]

Kian Phelan

@lockandkian has set their status to:
oh my gosh augmiester this is horrible

@lockandkian has set their outfit to:
depression and self-loathing, probably

@lockandkian has set their location to:
ball

@lockandkian has mentioned:
n/a

@lockandkian has interacted with:
Damien, Auguste

@lockandkian has tagged:
Winona qunqun

Although his lips were moving and somewhere deep within his skull, Damien’s voice was resonating, Kian had absolutely no clue what his friend was saying. The world swam before him, Damien’s voice reaching his ear delayed like a poorly dubbed cartoon, several beats behind the movement of his lips. He was trying, he really was, but no matter how loud Damien’s voice crescendoed or how many times his hands seemed dangerously close to making contact with Kian’s chilled skin, Kian simply couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say.

Kian didn’t even register what had happened until Damien’s fist had ricocheted off his skull, black spots dancing in the vision of his blue eyes as Kian’s hands raced up to cup the throbbing jumble of bone and flesh. He couldn’t look up at the person before him, whether it was fear or guilt or anger. Kian remained hunched over, grabbing at the tender skin that had already begun to welt and bruise from the impact.

It was then, curled into himself in agony, that Kian heard every razor sharp word, each syllable cutting deeper and more painful than the punch to his face.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. You're a literal piece of fucking shit. I'm not the fucking issue here and you need to stop fucking lying about me. I'm more fucking real than you. At least I don't pretend to be something I'm not. If you're so real, why don't you go tell fucking Kelli what you've been doing and--"

The world went quiet.

Kian slowly looked up long enough to see the chaperone tug Damien off of him. A middle finger raised in his direction and a look that could kill, then Damien was gone.

“You okay, son?” The chaperone asked, reaching a hand out to rest on Kian’s shoulder. Immediately, Kian jerked away and straightened his spine.

“I’m fine,” he lied, wiping his palms on his dress shirt. The moisture that had gathered there was not blood, rather tears. As soon as he noticed, Kian reached his hands up to furiously wipe away any evidence from his cheeks, hissing slightly at the contact with the spot of impact. Turning on his heels, Kian shoved his hands back into his pockets and huffed once more. “I’m fine.”

Fuck Damien.

Fuck him.

Maybe Kian had overreacted, maybe he’d taken things too far. He didn’t need to immediately jump down Damien’s throat, he didn’t need to spew all that shit about Damien not caring about him. There had been no reason to shove him, no reason to flip him off, no reason to sever the thin strings that had been holding them together.

What else was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like Kian could explain why he was so pissed off with his friend all the time. Damien wouldn’t understand it, Kian barely understood it himself. There was no way to tell him every jumbled thought in his head without being perceived as some sort of idiot. If he was going to lose Damien anyways, at least Kian would go down with some self respect left.

Fuck him.

Fuck him.

Fuck him.

Kian’s feet carried him across the ballroom without input from his brain to a rather empty table in the back corner of the room. Flopping down into the chair, Kian laid his forehead down on the table and gently tapped the skin against the surface.

“Idiot. Fucking idiot.” Kian groaned to himself. Movement on the ground beside him caught his eye, a pair of shoes. Sitting upright, Kian blinked a few times as the figure’s face swam into focus. “Heyyyy I know you. You’re, uhhhhhh…” Kian’s voice drifted off as he thought for a moment, squinting as he studied the man’s face. “Oh! You’re uhhhh July? No no, you’re uhhhh… Auguste, yeah? Dancer dude, that big guy that everyone’s all ‘oh my gosh he’s so big and cool’ at.” Whipping a hand out, Kian extended it to the boy beside him. “Kian Phelan, at your service.”

Several glasses of water sat untouched on the table’s service, ripe for the picking. One by one, Kian gulped down each glass in an attempt to reduce the feeling of cactus spines and sand in his throat with no luck. The pleasant part of the high was beginning to dissipate ever so slightly, that immediate rush and gratification whittling away to anxiety and dread.

“Augmiester, can I call you Augmiester?” Kian asaked, though he carried on with no intention of stopping his words any time soon. “You ever like, I dunno, you ever fall in love with a friend bud?” Kian leaned over, head resting on Auguste’s shoulder, arms wrapping around the dancer’s frame like a child with a boo-boo clinging to their mother. “Because like I think I have man and like I don’t know what to do bro. He’s so great but everyone’s like ‘oh my gosh he sucks you deserve better Kian’ but like I don’t. And now I’m all heart eyes over the guy and he hates me and oh my GOSH Augmiester, I’m such an ASSHOLE.”

Was Kian crying again, now onto the random stranger?

Abso-fuckin-loutely.

“I’m so SORRY, Augmiester. I am ruining your night, this is awful, I am awful, the world is awful.” Kian moaned on and on, his grip around Auguste’s shoulders only tightening with each pitiful gripe. Suddenly, as if jolted by electricity, Kian sat upright and took Auguste by the shoulders, shaking his head with a pitiful gaze on his face. “Why are you here all alone, Augmiester? Did you get your heart broken by your best friend too? Oh you poor soul. Far too handsome and perfect for this world.”

Kian flung his arms around Auguste’s torso and buried his face into his chest.

A sniff.

“Dude. You smell, like, really nice.”

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[geminiy]

Isabella Dupont

@bellaissima has set their status to:
: )

@bellaissima has set their outfit to:
mon beau jardin fleuri

@bellaissima has set their location to:
hallway outside the ballroom

@bellaissima has mentioned:
n/a

@bellaissima has interacted with:
Avery

@bellaissima has tagged:
Xed

The raising of Avery’s voice caught Bella entirely off guard, her eyes flitting up from the floor to his face. The apology after was far more like him and immediately pulled Bella back from the angry ledge she had been perched upon. Still, Bella had no clue why everything had just changed with him. Part of her was a proud friend, over the moon happy that Avery was finally finding his voice and confidence. The other part simply hated that he was exercising his newfound bravado on her.

Why wouldn’t he just leave her alone? Leaving her to wallow in self-disgust and rage long enough for Jackie to come pick her up and take her home where they’d feast on ridiculously caloric baked goods and cry together on the couch over some shitty romcom would be easier for him. Bella had even given him permission to leave, there was not even obligation holding him back, so why was he even there?

Bella hadn’t expected to actually receive an explanation from her friend. If she was being honest, Bella had hoped that her minimal fight would have been enough to deter Avery from the therapist role but without luck. That was why Bella was utterly shell shocked when Avery came right out in the open, making declarations of care and friendship that Bella hadn’t expected to hear from anyone, much less the boy that she had been coaching through the beginning stages of friendship not long ago.

“You’re crying and crying means you’re hurting and I’m your friend and I want to help you so… I’m not going. I’m staying here and then we’re both going to have fun so that we both have a good night!”

For a moment, Bella simply wondered when the last time someone had said something so genuinely kind to her. Then with a sigh, Bella sank further down the wall and rested her head on Avery’s shoulder, her arms wrapping his left arm into a hug as her cheek pressed against his jacket.

“I do not think I have it in me for any more ‘fun’. All I really want to do is go home, if I am being honest.” Bella let out a half-hearted laugh, legs slipping out from their propped position to splay out in front of her, ever so rudely blocking the hallway.

A few moments of quiet passed between them, just enough for Bella to gather her thoughts enough to continue to speak.

“Nothing ever goes right. There is always something that shows up on a good day to mess it all up. I did not even want to come tonight but Kelli and Ronnie were so excited and I did not come all this way to not experience life, you know. Maybe I should not have come at all. They do say you should listen to your gut instinct.” Bella ranted, each passing word relieving some of the pent up emotion bubbling underneath her skin.

Slowly, Bella tilted her head up to look up at Avery, a soft smile tugging up the corners of her lips. “But I guess if I am going to have a bad night, having you here makes it not so bad.” Bella paused, loosening the grip on Avery’s arm as the smile grew to a genuine grin. “You really did not have to stay and yet you are still here. You are the best friend I have had in a long time.” Bella’s hand gently ran down the inside of Avery’s wrist to his hand, her fingers carefully intertwining with his as she gave his hand a comforting squeeze. “Thank you for being here.”

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[qunqun]

MOOD:
... why.

OUTFIT:
Emo Fancy

LOCATION:
Winter Ball.

basics

MENTIONS:
Ez (very briefly)
Dalton



INT:
Kian geminiy

tags

TL;DR: Fuck this shit.

tl;dr

Auguste

tw: casual mention of suicide

Auguste was having a great time during the surf trip. No really, he was. There was enough of a challenge that made him keep going back and it was… fun. He even caught one singular slightly impressive wave for like… five whole seconds! He was doing great.

Even the presence of Dalton hadn’t been as much of a frightener as you might expect. He was more scared of running into Jace and breaking Jace’s… everything. Even traded some barbs here and there when Dalton felt like giving him a hard time.

All in good fun, of course, and then Dalton seemed to get annoyed and suddenly Dalton was way too close for comfort and-

Well, to be honest, next thing he knew he was being pulled away from Dalton who was suddenly reeling back after being punched in the face. By him. Apparently.

Rest of the surf trip went well, but Auguste was a lot more subdued than before. Wasn’t really trying as much. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood though which was… nice, he supposed. Didn’t really speak unless spoken to for the rest of the trip and kept his head down.

He made it into his apartment and made himself a cup of tea before he closed the door and it suddenly hit him.

He.

Punched.

Someone.

He stared at the wall blankly as he felt his heartbeat start pumping in his ears at the realization. His hands clenching around the mug of hot tea.

He… punched someone. He broke his vow of pacifism - HE MADE HIMSELF A TARGET FOR FUCKING DALTON OF ALL PEOPLE.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He didn’t do stuff like this anymore. He was Nice Auguste™. Auguste who didn’t punch people in the face for minor inconveniences. He didn’t hurt people anymore. He just broke his only promise to his only friend and-

He called his friend apologizing profusely who seemed very confused to be getting a panicked call at 6AM on a Sunday.

And resolved for what felt like the twentieth time that week to never see the light of day ever again.

And then his friend managed to convince him that wallowing wasn’t going to be doing anyone any good, so he forced himself to go out and be… social, act like everything was fine.

Which leads us to the ball.

Not usually the kind of thing Auguste would be found dead at - both when he was in the middle of his indoctrination and now when large gatherings of people made him exceedingly nervous.

But, his friend had told him something about “AMERICAN SCHOOL DANCES!!!! YOU HAVE TO GO!!! RITE OF PASSAGE!!!!”

Whatever. He was going to give his friend this one singular experience to vicariously live through.

So here Auguste was…. Exceptionally bored.

He didn’t really… like dances for obvious reasons. Too tall. Kinda gangly. Didn’t do modern dancing for a reason. He didn’t want to run into someone. People around him were standing at the perfect height to get hit in the nose with an elbow. There was a twist of anxiety there.

Ez was really pushing it like he always did when he claimed he wanted to dance. So Auguste was avoiding him just a little bit, hoping that he’d stuck his nose in some trouble and didn’t have the time to find him - or forgot about him. And instead resigned himself to walking over to get something to drink.

This kind of melancholy he was prone to, in little bursts and- oh God he just tripped over one of the sweaty teenagers.

A couple of blinks as his brain quickly started running through all the names and the people he knew. Kian. The guy that sewed a jacket to his arm. Or something…

Oh no. He was a fucking idiot.

“Kian Phelan, at your service.”

His biggest weakness, really awkward unscripted social interactions. He was pretty sure Kian had to be some kind of high or drunk, right? Like, this wasn’t how sober people acted.

… right? Right.

“... ehm… I… Ehm…” Blink. Blink. Another little throat clear. “... nice to meet you-” He watched as Kian started doing shots with water cups. “Hey, ehm, maybe… maybe you should… not-”

He was very quickly cut off from giving some very practical advice to maybe not shotgun all the water at once. Probably a vomiting hazard.

“Augmiester, can I call you Augmiester?”

Auguste could only stand there in stunned silence.

What the fuck was happening?

“Do I really have a choice here?” The somewhat snide comment came out before he could properly filter his thoughts. Bad Auguste. Not very polite of him. Already breaking his oath. Luckily though, the quiet comment by an already soft-spoken Auguste was completely talked over.

“You ever fall in love with a friend, bud?” Yes. Yes he had. Before. They didn’t talk about it though. And a very high and clearly on the verge of some kind of breakdown Kian did not need to know the sad excuse for Auguste’s love life.

Long story short, he could count the amount of guys he'd kissed on one hand, and one of them was Ez. Now wasn’t that just a little bit depressing.

“You want to talk about how you fell in love with your friend, mon frere?” He couldn’t really keep the little snippets of sarcasm leaking through. Not that-

Oh God, Kian was hugging him.

O h.

O h, n o.

Please stop.

Remove.

Remove yourself.

Yeah yeah yeah, Kian was spilling his heart out to an absolute stranger. Low point in his life, whatever- Why was he hugging Auguste, please get off.

There was a slow reach up, a tiny pat on the back of the man that he dwarfed.

“... there, there.”

Fuck him. This was absolutely horrible. Was he supposed to be- No… No, because Kian probably wasn’t going to remember anything the next morning. So…

“... stop crying.” Ever compassionate and understanding.

“-I am awful, the world is awful.”

“... yeah.” To which statement Auguste was agreeing to, maybe even he didn’t know. He just knew that he wanted to gently extract himself from this entire situation and go home. He slowly began extracting himself out of the bearhug he’d found himself wrapped up in.

“Why are you here all alone, Augmiester?” Oh good! He could lie! He could lie his entire way out of-

Nope. Kian was projecting again. No escape for him.

And he hated the little voice inside of him that was just a little bit worried for this absolute stranger that was currently clinging to him high out of his mind with nobody to help him home and no chaperone and no friends.

Fuck him, he was going to stick around to make sure Kian didn’t off himself, wasn’t he.

Because the worst part was that he knew how it felt to be rejected and completely alone, surely there had to be SOMEONE in this god awful school that Kian could go to for these kinds of issues and not Auguste.

But maybe, he really was it.

Fuck.

Fuck this. Fuck this shit. Fuck you Kian Phelan he was not at his service it was not a pleasure to meet him god fucking dammit he was going to be making sure this kid didn’t kill himself ughhhh.

“Dude. You smell, like, really nice.”

A deep breath. Sanity now, sanity now, serenity. Peace. Whatever was up there, please grant him the patience to not break his oath of pacifism once again to punch a junkie in the face for mildly annoying him.

“Heyyyy" Pat, pat. Trying to get his attention. "Mon frere." Eye contact. "Do you have any friends around that… ehm… you aren’t in love with so that…" Quickly losing confidence now "ehm… maybe you could-could talk to them- About this. I don’t know who you talk about… perhaps if you talk to ehm… someone with the… the context. Maybe….” A trail off. Silence as he tried to process another angle to approach this from.

“... Or ehm… maybe therapy? I know a good therapist.” Anyone but him. Please, anyone but him.

A couple of beats to let the words sink in, maybe get some rambling through. He didn’t really know, didn’t really care to be honest.

“... are you high?” Maybe he should’ve started with that, it was a pretty obvious yes in Auguste’s mind, but it was probably best to have verbal confirmation that that’s what was occurring.

Maybe Kian was self-aware enough to understand that he was high and it was the drugs that was making him paranoid.

Maybe.

Probably not.

code by valen t.

 

[Soap]

MOOD: perfect.

OUTFIT:
Fairytale worthy
​

INFO

LOCATION:
Gen's house

WITH: Gen

MENTION: N/A​

ACTIVITY

geminiy

TAGS

Livanna Moore

— All I Want

Gen’s hands traveled towards her hips and Liv’s gaze flickered to the contact for a mere moment.

And it’s like a flip switched the moment they made eye-contact and her breath caught in her throat.

They gravitated closer and closer to the other and it was like everything and nothing else mattered.

She felt her breath before she felt her lips touch her own, and that alone was intoxicating.

Her eyes shut from the pure euphoria that was Genevieve Johannes and Liv was already melting from her touch.

Gen barely tugged her by her waist and Liv arched into her, slow, sensual, but it was oh-so-simple to label the kiss as hungry.

It’s all she ever wanted.

She’s all she ever wanted.

More than any pill, more than any drug.

Gen was the best high Liv had ever gotten a taste of.

She craved her.

In every single way possible.

She pulled away and Liv’s eyes watched her carefully, every movement, every breath as she was struggling and failing to focus on her own.

But it didn’t last long and Liv’s head barely craned back to give Gen better access to her neck, biting her lip hard enough to stifle a moan.

The other girl had already moved to remove Liv’s dress and she did nothing but watch her with what looked like a mixture of complete awe and desperation.

She was so fucking perfect.

“You are fucking perfect, Livanna Moore.”

Liv blushed furiously, a smile spreading across her cheeks as avoided repeating; ‘I could say the same about you’ for the third time tonight.

She was the only one Liv would ever truly believe a compliment from.

Because she craved her attention almost more than her touch.

Almost.

Liv didn’t waste anymore time.

She needed her.

All of her.

She gently removed Gen’s hand from her cheek, placing a soft kiss against it and Liv undid her dress, sliding it off before she gently pushed Gen down onto the mattress and positioning herself on top of her, her gaze slowly trailing over her and taking her in.

“You’re so beautiful.” She spoke breathlessly, the mere sight of her was enough to take it all away.

That’s how it always was.

All Genevieve had to do was look at her and Livanna was absolutely entranced.

Her heart rate sped up, her mind was completely void of thoughts and the only thing that mattered was her.

And that’s exactly what was happening at this exact moment.

Livanna placed a trail of kisses on her neck, making her way down.
__

Her head was against Gen’s shoulder, an arm wrapped around her waist, tracing small circles across her stomach.

Her eyes were on the verge of shutting, but Liv wouldn’t allow them to.

She didn’t want this to end.

Months.

She’s wanted this for months and it felt like a lifetime.

Livanna didn’t want to wake up.

She didn’t want that fleeting moment where she would’ve believed this was a dream this wasn’t actually happening.

A lazy, but soft smile was plastered onto her lips.

There was no getting rid of it.

No matter what happened in this particular scene, it wasn’t fading anytime soon.

This was the first time in such a long time, Livanna felt like she could breathe.

“I missed you, Liv.”

The girl shifted slightly, looking up at her.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

Oh, if only Gen knew how much Liv spiraled just because she missed her.

Liv stood uncharacteristically quiet. She just… couldn’t believe this was happening.

No matter how… sad or depressing that sounded.

Liv was practically convinced that Gen was the only reason she was still alive.

She was struggling with so much more than drugs. But it’s never something she put on the surface.

She never wanted to.

It was better to pretend that nothing ever happened, and to focus on everything else that she wanted to concrete in memory.

Like this.

"I know you're probably going to just tell me to shut up and stop being sappy but... thank you. You know, for being here."

No.

No, she wasn’t going to stop her.

Liv turned her body so they could be face-to-face and she brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face with the softest smile.

“I’m never going anywhere, so I don’t need your sappy thanks.”

It’s true, she didn’t.

Liv would brush off everyone, every opportunity, every single thing in the entire world if it meant that they’d have another moment like this.

It wasn’t healthy.

Nothing about her relationship with Gen was healthy.

Not that she’d ever figure that out…

The only thing that Liv knew was that she was entirely too dependent on Gen for her own happiness.

…

But she didn’t care.

Not one bit.

“I just need you.”

I love you.

She wanted to tell her, but she wasn’t sure if it’d scare her.

And the last thing Liv wanted to do was to scare her away.

“You are…” Liv looked at the ceiling, mocking thought.

“My entire heart and so much more— so take that for sappy.” Liv stuck her tongue out, scrunching her nose from the look on her face and leaning in to peck her on the lips before smothering her face in kisses.

“You’re a lil’ gummy bear.”

What the heck did that mean?

Oh.

Liv loved gummy bears.

Maybe that was their only similarity… but it fit her so well.

And… it was a really easy way of telling her how she felt. If she put two and two together, that is.

If not?

It’s okay.

Liv wasn’t planning on biting her head off.

She was perfectly content on just being here.

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

MOOD: hm

OUTFIT: suit

LOCATION: ball

basics

MENTIONS:
Bella
INT:
geminiy (Ezra)
Winona (Casey)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Chas Marino

Chas. Chas Chas Chas. It was all about Chas. All attention was laser-focused on him, because he never failed to shove himself into the limelight. He grinned at the thought of his vaunted name being spoken, the image of his face burned on the minds of all. When he was a topic of conversation, he had done his job correctly. Every waking moment he spent meticulously gathering the recognition of others, only for him to falter and shy away from glory at the last second.

Imagine a flight of stairs reaching above the skyline, higher than the plane of the mortal peons but not quite in the heavens. Clouds hang above, blinding light piercing through them and settling in a bright ball of pulsating glow. Ascending the staircase, it becomes increasingly more apparent that the ultimate destination lies in that light.

That warm, golden aurora, inviting as a fresh patch of dandelions, beckons, a portent of something more. Something glorious.

One stops just shy of the light, hesitating. There is only straight forward to go, as to make the trek down would be not only humiliating but a rejection of the precious radiance just at the tip of the nose.

A step forward. Oh, how safe it felt. Comforting, blissful, nothing short of deserved. And oddly... light.

As though there was no floor, no walls, nothing. Wind beats at increasingly frigid cheeks, pestering the eyes until finally they open. Oh, it was bright all right. Golden light lay as far as the eye could see, only it was all that seemed to inhabit this realm. This once-eager body plunges downward, praying one day the fall may be worth the hollowness it brings about.

And so is the story of another wayward soul fated to plummet through an ozone of glowing nothingness until an uncertain end. The tragic part being how unremarkable this was. In fact, another stray soul stands just on the ledge, deluded into a meaningless descent.

Wasn't it too early for Chas to be feeling this way? He was just a kid. He desperately clawed at the air, fighting to grab hold of something so woefully intangible like everyone else. Was he a monster for having ambitions?

All the while the two boys watched him, expecting some sort of reaction to the conversation at hand.

Ezra just had to let his tongue slip. His outspoken, verbally combative nature took hold as he thrust a needle into Casey's eye, only for it to miss and fly, narrowly piercing Chas' heart. The artist and the writer held a moment's eye contact; the shorter boy bit his lip, meek in backing down from the stage of genuine emotion Ezra had set up.

In short time, Chas was mercifully released from his prison of the eyes with a quip and a cheeky laugh from the dismissed boy. Casey and Ezra exchanged a quick word, but Chas had been a tad too stunned to strain his ear in hopes of catching their grave, low murmurs. When Casey looked back, the Italian offered a hapless grin, praying the two would leave it at that.

"Goodbye, Ezra." He spoke impassively, though his words were just subtly laced with pity and guilt. "Enjoy your night." You'll find someone before long.

The two held one another's gazes for a moment longer before Ezra turned on his heel. Chas had to forcefully turn his head so as to not watch the senior's towering form slip through the crowd. "That... could have gone better," he answered Casey, dusting himself off in jest. It didn't take long for the boy to start enacting his boyfriendly duties, asking if he was alright. Chas shook his head and waved his hand, disregarding any supposed hurt. "That's very nice of you to offer but no, I think we're all settled."

He didn't even begin to want to ask what it was Ezra said to him.

The senior looked to both sides, then rested his eyes on his date. "Come on," he invited, leaving little time for Casey to resist being pulled in the other direction. After the third boy had walked off, Chas embarrassingly recalled that they were still standing in that weird corner by the speaker where all the singles and their buddies hid out.

He glanced at the door, which didn't have much in and out traffic by this point in the ball. The ballroom had gotten so hot and muggy that a breath of fresh hair was more enticing than a six season Netflix deal. "You wanna step outside?" he offered, nodding toward the door, "I'm afraid of sweating on this suit."

He didn't have to go if he didn't want. It was just an offer to get away from all the people, which Chas had clearly had more than enough of for the night. Casey was an optimistic, absentminded guy, but surely he had to crave an escape every now and then as well.

"And it's going to kill me if I don't tell you this now, so I thought you should know you didn't fail any tests or do anything wrong tonight. If anything, I should be comforting you." Chas found it difficult to maintain meaningful eye contact, especially as Casey's gaze seemed to swim so helplessly in his own. "And Ez was just... trying to check up on me. Whatever he said, don't let it keep you up at night." He couldn't believe he was making excuses for the guy. What had gotten into everyone tonight?

Truly, everything seemed to be turned on its head, and Chas was no exemption. "I mean, you have to admit, this whole thing is insane," he added with a laugh, "I bet you can't wait until you can talk to Bella like normal again." It was like all she could ever think about was Chas. Get a life and a hobby besides pining after rock star dick. Casey was already all hers.

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[Winona]

Ashton West

She'd listened in relative silence to Cappie's story, her eyes glued to his face as he spoke. She wasn't super great at this whole umm... this whole, like, comforting thing -- everyone probably knew that -- but at the very least, she could be there for her best friend and listen to his story.

By the end of it, like... there was a little bit of a bittersweet smile on Ash's face, because like... his story hadn't been something heartbreaking like she'd partially expected. Rather, he just sounded like... confused, and confused Ash could do. Ash could understand that.

She bumped him with her shoulder. "You should go umm... you go try, like, talking to her something, okay?" There was something more, probably more rambling, on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't say it, instead just smiling at him in encouragement. "Trust me, that's like... best way to go."

God, what if she was wrong?

Well... whatever, if she was.

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After Cappie had gone off back to his date, Ash had set out to do what she'd originally wanted to do. You know, completely ignoring Cappie's great advice to avoid Trevor until tomorrow, and instead, she'd found herself looking for him. He wasn't where they'd left him before, she couldn't find him in the dance, and then she'd headed out to the parking lot to try and find his van but like... after walking around for a while, it was proving fruitless.

He was like, just gone.

And so, as she'd walked back towards the ballroom, Ash had taken her phone and tried to text him, but her message didn't go through. Instead, a notification just popped up.

This user has blocked you.

It was like a punch to the gut. She'd stopped in her tracks, staring down in stunned silence at her phone screen for a moment. No, no, no. She'd pressed the call button, because surely there was some kind of mistake, and she brought her phone up to her ear to listen, but... the line just immediately went dead after one ring.

Ash dropped her hand to her side with phone clenched in her fist, her gaze staring at the ground in front of her.

Like sure, she'd had every intention to go find Trevor and breakup with him, but... something about him having done it first, about him having not even sought her out to do it in person, to just block her... it felt like a knife being stabbed into her and twisted, twisted, twisted. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut and giving a little shake of her head.

It was fine, it was like totally fine.

She lifted her phone back up so she could see the screen, and she closed out of the contacts. For a moment, she'd considered deleting it, but like... she didn't have the heart to delete his name from her phone with all the cutesy hearts she'd stupidly put around his name because, what, she thought he actually cared about her?

A soft laugh bubbled up in the back of her throat and out of her chest, a huge juxtaposition to the tears that were starting to blur her vision.

Ash had called this, though. That he'd end up ditching her like this after they'd had sex. So... ha universe or whatever, she had actually won this round, so fuck you.

She turned her phone off and lifted her head, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes, and probably smear the makeup that Gen had so lovingly perfected on her face, and then her blurry gaze looked around -- at the ballroom that she should probably reenter... and then on something that was a much more promising idea.

"Minuteman," Ash greeted with a forced smile. "Cute to see you here, are you like... too bad boy to actually, like, go into the dance? Or I bet your date, like... found someone could last longer, yeah?"

She didn't even really have any room to talk to be fair, but it didn't matter too much. Her gaze was focused on what she really wanted, and that was the bottle of alcohol in his hand.

Her gaze flickered up from the bottle to his face, her smile dropping. "Can I umm... like, can you like... can you share -- with me, please?" She asked, her hand pointing helplessly to the bottle in his.

mood
.....

location
the Ball

outfit
purple

playing...
Boys Ain't Shit

by saygrace​

mentions
Trevor

interactions
Cappie, Minuteman

tags
0k_mang0 a z u l a

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[Winona]

Adriane Holloway

As much fun as hanging out with Dalton so was, Adriane was starting to grow bored with the interaction. Well... not bored perhaps, because Dalton never really bored her, but she was eager to see who else had shown up tonight and be able to give passive aggressive remarks (well, minus the passive) towards girls with far less superior dresses. Plus, the large amount of red tonight was... well, it was really filling her with rage.

Honestly, why did all these girls think they could pull off such a color? Because like, they couldn't. So she excused herself from Dalton with some dribble about wanting to socialize, look around, blah, blah, but she promised to see him later tonight -- if that would hold true was beyond her, of course.

And then, Adriane set off to try and well... limit the competition for red dresses. Oh, someone's ugly shoe ended up in the trash can? Totally wasn't her. Oh, Vanessa left early crying? Well, what a shame. She looked like a whore in that dress, anyway. Red was totally not her color.

Adriane kept on her path of destruction and one by one, other girls in red started to disappear. Grabbing their things and leaving -- some crying more than others, until it was almost just her (and that bitch Evie) left wearing red. There was even a smile on Adriane's face as she watched the Ball's occupants start to dwindle away.

Oh what a shame.

And then her gaze caught onto her next target. A boring enough looking brunette girl, dressed in red. And what a shame, too, because she might actually have been pretty had she not been wearing Adriane's color. And perhaps, well... if she changed everything about herself.

"Hello," Adriane said, a cruel grin pressing across her face as she made her way up to the girl in red. "Your dress is nice," start off with the false compliment, "but like, did you purposely choose something that washed you out this much? And did you ask a monkey to do your makeup because my god, it's rough."

Now to get another person out.

mood
ugh

location
the ballroom, unfortunately

outfit
red

playing...
Confident

by Demi Lovato​

mentions
Dalton

interactions
Addie

tags
KingofAesir

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[Stardust Galaxy]

tw: light mention of a possible pannick attack

Going for a drink was definitely one of the most mundane actions that you could do in a school dance. There was nothing that could go wrong; other than you disliking the taste of the punch or that you have already arrived when someone had already spiked it with cheap alcohol. But other than that; there wasn’t any way that small action would be an indicator that things would take a turn to the worse, well Luciana was totally wrong on that.

It was like one of those moments in a movie when you just look away for a mere second and once you turn to see the kid you were supposed to be taking care of just disappear and everything goes downhill from there. Well, that was exactly was happening right now. She just took her eyes from Damien as the two went their separate ways as they choose their drinks. But it wasn’t like Luci was expecting he would mess it up. Who could ruin her entire night just by picking up a glass of punch? Well, there was someone, and it was Damien Slater.

At first, she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, it was Damien, the one we were talking about, the guy that lived in his own world as the main character and the center of the universe, and the one that believed everyone had some kind of feud with him. And she was supposed to be the self-centered out of the two. But again, it wasn’t like she was actively waiting for him to mess up. Growing up with 3 older brothers had made her realize that sometimes men were not exactly the brightest minds; and they needed to let out the caveman in them once in a while. So she was mostly expecting her so-called date and his friend would just say some stupid stuff, throw some fuck you’s at each other and move on. Well, that would have been the perfect scenario.

Because the next scene almost felt like in slow most motion in Lucy’s eyes the arm flexing of Damien’s arm and how it extended towards the face of Kian and how the other guy's face scrunch at the impact and Luci was about to lose it. Could she blame totally Damien for it? Well, yes, but it was quite obvious that Kian was as high as a kite. It was just a combination of terrible circumstances that collided; creating the scene that was in front of her eyes.

Her ears buzzed, the music that was blasting off felt distant, and just like background noise, and her heart started racing more than it should. Did the place shrink, or it was just her? Because it definitely felt harder to breathe as everything continued. Luci was sure it wasn’t because Damien ruined her entire night. Luci didn’t care about the Winter Ball. The complete fantasy and fairy tale felt like a childish story for her. She didn’t have any expectations of what the night could bring. Because Damien wasn’t Prince Charming at all and she wasn’t a damsel in distress.

It was the fact that she hated not being in control, the unexpected was one of the worse things that could happen to Luci, and while she made sure things to go her way every time and she was the type of person to think of every outcome possible, she never thought in the possibility that Damien would end up punching someone. But now that it happened, her world felt as if started spiraling.

She could have forgotten about it, put up her tough facade, and just moved on as if nothing happened. That’s what she should have done instead of allowing a nobody to ruin everything. But then why was she following him outside after he was kicked from the Ball. Oh, right, because she was a mess of emotions and didn’t know what she was doing and was letting her not rational side take control of her actions. At least it was a better excuse in her mind to admit that she cared about Damien, and she wanted to check up on him. But she would take those thoughts to her grave.

“Wow. What the fuck are you doing out here?” He started saying and Luciana felt irritated, angry at herself for even considering that she was worried about the guy in front of her. “Come to bitch at me for ruining your shitty fucking Winter Ball night? Or maybe checking to make sure I didn’t get blood on your shitty fucking suit?” Luci saw red; the anger taking over her entire body. Who did he think he was to talk to her like that? He was just a nobody that was full of himself, one of those people that in their delusion that they were the most incredible thing in the entire world, but people like Damien would be the type of people that would end up alone and most likely the one that would peak at high school and just become the laughingstock of everyone else, but you know what maybe that’s what he deserved.

“Just... fuck you. Leave me alone.” And that was the final nail on the coffin, Luci walked towards him and slapped him, the sound of it echoed around them and a stinging pain was felt on her palm, but she felt relieved that she almost wished she could do it once again

“Fucking asshole, I just came to check on you. But you know what, you can fuck yourself. Like I should care to begin with. She exclaimed angrily. “Let me tell you something, that petty act of yours of acting too tough and believing you are the shit won’t take you anywhere. Do you want to know why? Because you are a fucking nobody that is so full of himself that thinks can do everything on his own, and breaking news, the world doesn’t work like that and it doesn’t revolve around you.”

“What a plot twist, right? The self-centered bitch talking about getting along with people, but you know what? At least I have some manners instead of going around and telling fuck you to every person around me and acting all petty. But what can I expect from the guy that probably gets everything thanks to the whore of his mom that is screwing Kirby’s dad?”

Letting her anger out on those words felt kind of liberating and Luciana almost felt like herself again as she took control of her emotions once again. She got closer to Damien, and whispering in his ear, she said her last statement.

“You are going to regret messing up with me. Be thankful that I warned you.”

Luci said she wasn’t the type to hold up a vendetta, but at least she could scare the guy and who knows maybe if she was too bored one day she could do it, but only time would tell.

Location: winter ball | Mood: look what you made me do
Outift: Here | Interactions: Damien ( Winona )

Luciana Navarro Berrocal

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[geminiy]

Charlie Howell

@howedoyoudo has set their status to:
I'm going to fucking kill him

@howedoyoudo has set their outfit to:
kachow ; )

@howedoyoudo has set their location to:
her apartment

@howedoyoudo has mentioned:
n/a

@howedoyoudo has interacted with:
Lin, Trevor, Jo

@howedoyoudo has tagged:
ohdittoh jasmyn

You know those stupid teenage romcoms where the couple that’s struggled through the entirety of the movie has that final moment of pure joy at their prom, the rest of the world fading out under some cheap twinkly lights and banners screaming out the theme of ‘Night Under the Stars’? Yeah, that was Charlie right now.

Everything was fucking perfect.

After their ever-so-graceful crash over the serving cart, Lin had naturally gravitated them towards the dancefloor where they happily remained for what could have been five minutes or five hours. Charlie had no intention of watching the clock, melting into stupid dance moves and fits of endless giggles at her boyfriend’s rather… tasteful twerking, if that was even a thing.

For a few hours, everything was perfect. For a few hours, there was no worry of having to pack up and go home in a few weeks, no watching every move she made and over analyzing every word she spoke in fear of being misconstrued, no annoying little bitch boys to ruin her night. It was just Charlie being the most authentic version of Charlie the world had ever seen, beaming ear to ear as she danced with Lin until her feet lost all feeling and her heels were ditched and her limbs began to tire.

Everything was perfect.

Slowly but surely, the DJ seemed to take the hint from the very enthused (not) chaperones that she should start slowing the party down. Absolute club bangers gave way to a playlist surely entitled ‘Elevator Music and Other Fine Tunes Your Grandmother Will Love!’. Unfortunately for the chaperones, the party droned on and on despite the changes in the music. Some people made their way out of the ballroom in a crawling stream.

“I’m fuckin’ wiped,” Charlie murmured, her fingers interlaced with Lin’s as her face resting against his bicep in fatigue as the pair headed for the door, “it’s pretty exhausting winning all of those dance battles. You’re gonna have to up your game if you’re gonna keep up with the pro.” Playfully poking Lin’s side with her index finger, Charlie made her way over to the bike racks and began to work her fingers over the combination gears, eyebrows casually knit together in concentration until the lock gave a satisfied click! and the chain fell away.

Padlock and bike chain now wrapped carefully around the front part of her bike, Charlie threw a look over her shoulder at Lin to see how he was coming along. She found herself rather awkwardly staring in his direction, giving herself a moment to take in the way he looked under the soft glow of yellow streetlights. Instinctively, Charlie looked up at the light overhead and laughed gently through the still night air.

“Remember homecoming?” Charlie found herself asking, standing up with her eyes still focused on the tiny critters flying in front of the bulb. “When we were walking home, you were totally transfixed with the little moths by the streetlights. Like I’m talkin’ laser focus here, it was pretty intense. I don’t remember a whole lot from that night outside of, ya know, all the shit happening with my fist and Chas’s face. But for some reason I remember that.” Another warm laugh as Charlie dropped her gaze from the moths to the boy in front of her. “You know, it’s kinda funny. If you had told me then that I’d be with you now, going home from a totally awesome ball with you as my totally awesome arm candy, I would’ve called complete bullshit.”

Charlie took a few steps towards Lin, arms snaking around his waist to pull him closer. “For what it’s worth though, I’m certainly glad we proved everything wrong.”

Rocking up onto the tips of her toes, Charlie placed a few soft kisses on Lin’s lips, her hands reaching up to carefully wrap around his neck for some stability as she leaned into the touch that seemed to never stop. Slowly, Charlie pulled away with flushed cheeks and a playful smile lighting up her face.

“Thank you for an amazing night, Terminator.” Charlie whispered softly. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better than this, being here with you. With everything that’s been going on lately, it felt like nothing was ever gonna be okay again. But with you, it seems like maybe things won’t be so bad.” Another gentle kiss. It was time, it was the right moment. “Lin, I love yo-”

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!​

Remember how we came to the conclusion that the night had been picture perfect? Right. Throw that shit out the window.

Charlie jumped at the sudden hissing of tires on concrete, the immediate and pungent odor of pissed off rubber flooding her nose. Pulling away from Lin, her hand began to lift in a defiant middle finger to whoever the hell had just fucked up her big reveal when she paused, her blood running icy cold in her veins.

That was Trevor’s van.

Trevor was screeching out of there like a bat out of hell. His wheels were wavering on the road, the van rocking with the sudden turn at such a high speed. Before Charlie could even fully register what had happened, the van had screeched around another corner and was out of sight.

“Fucking Trevor. What the hell is he doing?” Charlie hissed, craning her neck in an attempt to look after the van. Tugging her phone free from her pocket, she checked for any messages but found her phone blissfully empty of notifications. Turning to look at Lin, her face fell from pure brilliant bliss to concern with just the right hints of absolute fucking rage.

Charlie didn’t have to deal with him, this was her night to be happy, the one day she had promised herself that she was going to take off from babysitting her idiotic trio of buddies. Besides, Trevor was always a touch dramatic, everything was probably okay. There was a 50/50 chance that the apartment would still be standing when she returned whenever the hell she was done with Lin (which she absolutely was not about to rush).

50/50.

No, Charlie didn’t like those odds. Trevor was stupid, that much was public knowledge, but the way he drove out of there left a pit of uncertainty in Charlie’s stomach. So, Charlie sighed and looked up at Lin. Fuck Trevor for doing this shit.

“I’m so sorry. I-I’ve gotta go check that out. Driving like a complete fucking moron is even a new low for him.” Charlie grumbled, hopping up onto her bike. “Look, come with. I’m sure it’s no big deal. I’m just going to check the apartment. And hey, the roomies are out tonight. Maybe you can stay the night?”

Charlie didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she simply pushed herself forward and peddled off into the night.

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When Charlie entered the apartment complex, bikes secured outside close to where Trevor’s van had been rather awkwardly parked in its assigned spot, she did her best to keep herself calm. As she had said before, it was probably nothing, likely just Trevor being a goddamn drama queen again. He was in the apartment for whatever reason, all Charlie had to do was go up and figure out what was happening. Then Trevor would likely be off again and she could have her quiet night with Lin as she had wanted.

The elevator climbed slowly to their floor, letting out an all too chipper ding as it lurched to a halt. Charlie stepped out and made her way down the hall to rest her hand on the apartment door, the knob jiggling slightly to hint at the door being unlocked. Twisting the brass knob, Charlie pushed open the door and peered inside.

There was Jo, obviously out of it. Right next to her was Trevor.

“What the fuck Trevor?” Charlie spat out, pushing into the apartment faster than the scowl formed on her face. “You wanna explain why the fuck you tore out of there like a bat outta hell, huh? You could’ve fuckin’ killed someone you absolute id-” Charlie paused midsentence, eyes squinting towards Trevor. He was wavering, his eyes reddened, his entire being soggy and tired. “Are you fucking faded right n-”

Charlie didn’t have time to finish her thought because Trevor did something stupid. Very, very stupid. As if his stupid Irish ass was on fire, Trevor turned heel and sprinted out of the room, his voice muttering something that Charlie didn’t quite hear.

“What the fuck is wrong with him? Get back here!” Charlie screamed, pushing carefully past Jo and down the hallway. Twisting the doorknob to Trevor’s room, Charlie’s rage only burned hotter as she found that Trevor, the little genius, had locked his fucking door. Balling up a fist, Charlie slammed her fist against the wood. “Sean Trevor Callaghan, open this goddamn door RIGHT NOW or so help me everything that is holy I will break this fuckin’ door right off its frame!”

So much for a perfect night.

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[Winona]

Damien Slater

Her hand colliding with his cheek stung, but not quite as much as the pang of guilt that shot through him.

He'd promised himself that he wouldn't fuck this shit up tonight. For one single fucking night, Damien was going to put aside shit and have fun for... for... fuck, he didn't know. He didn't fucking know, and that just pissed him off more. He'd promised his mom that he'd have fun, and she'd asked him so many annoying fucking questions about the girl standing in front of him, and Damien hadn't even gotten annoyed with it for once. Not like when she'd seen him and Nickie hanging out at the Arts Festival, and she'd questioned him about that. It was... different.

And now he'd gone and fucked it up, but the rush of adrenaline and anger that had swallowed him up faded away as the sting against his cheek faded. He stared down at Luci, and there wasn't really any kind of expression on his face now -- she'd knocked his angered expression straight off his face.

“Fucking asshole, I just came to check on you. But you know what, you can fuck yourself. Like I should care to begin with. Let me tell you something, that petty act of yours of acting too tough and believing you are the shit won’t take you anywhere. Do you want to know why? Because you are a fucking nobody that is so full of himself that thinks can do everything on his own, and breaking news, the world doesn’t work like that and it doesn’t revolve around you.”

His eyebrows drew back together, his expression growing angry once more as she spoke the same fucking shit that Kian had just spewed at him. Yeah, he fucking got it. He didn't fucking care. He liked who he fucking was, and everyone who didn't could just fuck off. Damien didn't need fucking anyone -- he had his own back.

So fuck them. Fuck Kian, and fuck Felix, and fuck Kirby, and fuck... fuck... fuck Luci...

There was some tiny part of him, some tiny uncorrupted part of him in the corner of his brain that was begging him to apologize. A little part that knew he was in the fucking wrong, and the little part that was willing to accept that maybe he cared for Luci beyond a quick fuck, but it was drowned out by the rest of him. By the screaming, angry, untrusting part of him that couldn't accept that emotions beyond anger existed.

“What a plot twist, right? The self-centered bitch talking about getting along with people, but you know what? At least I have some manners instead of going around and telling fuck you to every person around me and acting all petty. But what can I expect from the guy that probably gets everything thanks to the whore of his mom that is screwing Kirby’s dad?”

Well, that was enough to make any fucking guilt he might feel in him dissipate in a second.

Sure, Damien knew the truth -- he knew that his mother hadn't married Kirby's dad for any reason beyond seeing the possibility of stability and cash. He fucking knew that she was nothing but a gold-digging whore, but it wasn't like he fucking announced that to the world, and it wasn't like... it wasn't like everyone else could fucking say that.

His mom was off limits when it came to fights, when it came to anyone or anything.

He didn't care what she fucking did, she was still his mom, and she'd done what she had to for him.

So fuck Luci.

She got closer to him to whisper to him, and her breath felt like stinging acid against his skin. “You are going to regret messing up with me. Be thankful that I warned you.”

"Fucking bring it, you heartless bitch," he hissed back through gritted teeth, and then he pushed away from the wall, his shoulder slamming into hers as he pushed past her. His hand fumbled to grab his cigarettes, and he pulled one out, placing it in his mouth as he spun around and held his hands out to his sides. "I'm not scared of you and your petty little fucking family. What're you gonna do, bitch? Can't sue me or some shit, I have fucking nothing. Blackmail me? Try to blackball my career? Go right fucking ahead, it's not going fucking anywhere, anyway. Get me arrested or some shit? Fucking dare you. We all know that's where I'm headed, anyway, it'd be a great fucking father son reunion. So..."

He brought his finger up, flipping Luci off.

"Fuck you," he stated again, and then he turned on his heel, starting towards the parking lot, but stopped for a moment to turn back. "I'll be at my fucking car. Text me or some fucking shit if you can't find another ride and... and fuck you." One last middle finger, and then he walked away towards the parking lot.

Fumbling, he pulled his lighter from his pocket and lit up his cigarette as he walked.

Well, a smoke would probably calm him.

mood
hatethishatethishatethis

location
Winter Ball

outfit
bruh this dude don't have good pictures in suits

playing...
Villains

by MAINLAND​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Luci

tags
Stardust Galaxy

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[geminiy]

Ezra Gray

@EZGoing has set their status to:
it's ezra, take a gander

@EZGoing has set their outfit to:
daddy's yacht energy ngl

@EZGoing has set their location to:
the parking lot

@EZGoing has mentioned:
Chas, Casey

@EZGoing has interacted with:
Tori

@EZGoing has tagged:
ohdittoh

Ezra, despite all the bullshit with Casey and making the disgusting discovery that Chas being emotional genuinely hurt his soul, had enjoyed the night significantly. He had danced with beautiful people whose name he would never remember, dined on overly expensive food likely paid for in large by the steep tuition that had even wealthy parents scraping their pockets and crunching numbers. Nothing exciting had happened but sometimes having a night on the down low wasn’t always so bad.

But of course, he had to run into Tori on the way out to meet Theo, adding the cherry to the top of his lovely night.

He knew how nervous Tori was around him, the energy buzzing between them every time they spoke. Needless to say, Ezra found her nerves and endless fussing over herself rather entertaining, if not verging on adorable. Tori was a fun girl, it wasn’t wrong that Ezra liked to indulge a bit when the opportunity presented itself.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Ezra,” Tori’s voice echoed as she leaned against her car, “Why do you ask? “What, are…? Heh, are you going to go in there and try and duel him for my hand in dance partnership? Unfortunately, I, uh… I think that’s kind of illegal, so looks like you’re fresh out of luck.”

Ezra laughed, mimicking her position to lean against the car with his arms crossed over his chest, sleeves of his jacket wrinkling at the pull. “I’m not much of a dancer, Victoria. I’ll leave that to the pros.”

“I think the more pressing thing is your. Did you find a date to mend the broken heart left in my wake, Sir Twenty-Nine?” Tori asked, resulting in a deep chuckle from Ezra. Deflection, how sweet. She didn’t really think he was going to fall for it, did she? “Or are you here alone, too?”

There was a brief lull in conversation, Ezra taking in a few deep breaths of night air as he contemplated what he was going to say. Then, with the slightest shrug, Ezra reached a hand up to brush through his dark hair and began to speak.

“I don’t have a date, no, but I’m far from alone. It’s a skill that everyone should know, making perfect acquaintances in a room full of strangers,” he spoke calmly, voice smooth and relaxed as he uncrossed his arms to tuck his hands in his pockets. “If you can make conversation wherever you go, you’re never truly lonely. You should try it sometime, considering I thought you were going to turn tail and run when you saw me coming.”

Ezra laughed warmly at his own joke, reaching over to pat Tori’s shoulder gently. “Kidding, kidding. But seriously, you need to loosen up a bit, Tori. I think we all miss the playful girl that tried to whoop our floor back in sophomore year.”

Another pause. Ezra really didn’t want to address the elephant in the parking lot but he found his mind drifting back to that conversation over and over again. With a soft sigh, Ezra redirected his gaze to the cars ahead. There were too many emotions for this night.

“You know,” he began, crossing one leg over the other in front of him to lean further back into the car, “you could have just asked me to come with you, you know. I would have said yes. Shame that you didn’t, really, because we would have had a lot of fun.”

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[ohdittoh]

nickie abrams.

Nickie, her eyes flicking between the blurry images of the shadow of a baggie and her iPhone 5S, drew in a deep breath. Another tear escaped her eyes, and she let it roll down her cheek until it dropped off her face. Fucking… She drew in a deep sniffle, finally bringing herself to press down her home button and hold it. “Hey, Siri…,” she greeted, her scratchy voice probably making whatever fucking FBI agent who was listening in on her very, very concerned.

Be-beep answered her phone.

God… She swallowed hard, looking back at the baggie she’d pulled from Liv’s glovebox. “How do you…” The words didn’t want to leave her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth.

Fuck, she wasn’t supposed to be in here, fucking doing this. These past three years, she’d worked so goddamn hard not to be a flop, and the shit in her hand? Yeah, it was a one-way ticket to destruct—

A one-way fucking ticket to forgetting fucking tonight.

The thought made her stomach lurch as her mind replayed the night’s events. The words that had left her lips. The look on Hunter’s face.

The way he’d just turned away.

The way that everyone else had fucking turned away, too.

No one gives a shit, really.

You’re not worth a single fucking —

Gritting her teeth, she popped open the car door to get at least a little more fucking light in the stupid car so she could at least kind of see. The door light came on, and she pressed her finger into her home button again. “Hey Siri,” she sniffled again. With a ferocious determination, her garbled voice demanded, “How the fuck do I do cocai —“

Her eyes moved up to glance through the windshield, and her stomach gave another sick turn when she saw a familiar figure. It was a silhouette down the way on the sidewalk, but distinctive enough that she could tell who it was as they lit their cigarette. It caught her words in her throat, and her body froze for a moment.

Slater.

Her immediate thoughts were he can’t fucking see me like this, but she remembered: he already fucking had. He’d seen her at the lock-in, and when they’d gone for ice cream after her breakup. He wasn’t exactly a friend who she’d kept this part of herself from. Plus, it wasn’t like she should really fucking care anymore — or could. Everyone knew what kind of fucking shitty life she lived, anyway.

He’s not a fucking guy with standards, anyway. The voice in her head sounded kind of like JJ’s now. He smokes and does drugs and shit, and —

Wait.

Hold up.

Why the fuck should she ask Siri when she had someone here who could help her out in person?

I want to do fucking cocaine. Can’t get much worse than that, anyway, so might as well have someone help me so I don’t get fucking dead from this one time.

Even in spite of her thoughts about owning her fucking situation, Nickie took in a deep breath, pulling down Liv’s mirror to check her reflection quickly. Fuck, her makeup was all smudged. There was practically none of her eye makeup left where it should have been, and it had instead mostly traveled down her face. After reaching up a palm to swipe away one stream of black makeup that had marked itself down her face, she clenched her jaw, more tears welling in her eyes.

“Fuck it,” she whispered. She’d just have to look like shit.

Still...depressed bitch wasn't exactly the type that got people to do what they wanted for them. Especially not guys. Especially not cute guys.

Maybe in the dark, he won’t notice, she thought, stepping out onto the pavement. She was rudely reminded that she’d ruined her fucking shoes. Her dress felt like it fit less on her, too, as though she’d ripped one of the seams.

His cigarette glowed in the darkness, a small, useless torch to guide her to him. She tried to hide the baggie in her palm and tried to think of what she’d say to him when he noticed her as she gently shut the door and started to approach him. ”Cocaine?” No, that was too straight to the point. ”How do you —” No, that was basically the same.

Whatever she did, she couldn’t just…ask, right?

She stepped onto the sidewalk, finally not hidden by any cars, and that seemed to catch his attention. Drawing in a deep breath, Nickie plastered on a small smile. “Hey,” she greeted. Fuck, it’s cold out here. Her teeth chattered slightly, and she sniffled, though she tried to cover that up with a slight chuckle. She gave him a once-over, and then chuckled slightly. “Taking a load off?” she asked, nodding to his cigarette.

Here went nothing.

“You know…” She clasped her hands together, feeling the plastic against her palms, and she ducked her head slightly, looking up at Slater through her eyelashes. “I, uh…got this little thing to help me do that, too.” Glancing over her shoulders to check to see if anyone else was looking, Nickie quickly uncovered the palm holding the baggie before covering it up again. Looking back to Slater’s eyes, she gave him a hopeful smile. “I just, uh…well, I don’t really know how to do it…and I was thinking, Hey, maybe the cute, lonely guy in the suit over there could help me out a little here?” After a beat, she added, “I’ll share, too.”

Please?

mood
...

location
the parking lot, somewhere

outfit
red dress

playing...
normal

by nickie.​

mentions
hunter

interactions
slater

tags
Winona

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[geminiy]

Kian Phelan

@lockandkian has set their status to:
I wanna be barely hanging on

@lockandkian has set their outfit to:
depression and self-loathing

@lockandkian has set their location to:
the ball

@lockandkian has mentioned:
his pals (fuck damien, specifically)

@lockandkian has interacted with:
ye ol' augmiester

@lockandkian has tagged:
qunqun

Auguste was warm. Very warm. Comfortingly warm. Kian just wanted to curl right up on the oversized dancer and pass out cold. Luckily for him, even in his cross faded glory, Kian knew that doing so would likely end with being buried six feet under. Somewhere beneath his numb skin, Auguste’s being tensed between Kian’s bear hugging arms. So, reluctantly, Kian removed his arms but left his head resting on Auguste’s shoulder.

Auguste understood. Dude really got Kian. Although he hadn’t said so, Kian got the feeling that the Augmiester got what he was going through. Maybe he was one of those super nifty empaths they talked about on the internet. Yeah, that was definitely it.

Then came the pat on Kian’s head. It took everything in the musician not to burst out into even genuine tears. Somewhere in the pathetic sniffing and hugging and then not hugging, they’d managed to stop.

Gosh, Augmiester was cool.

“Heyyyy. Mon frere." Kian looked up through hooded eyelids, raising an eyebrow. "Do you have any friends around that… ehm… you aren’t in love with so that… ehm… maybe you could-could talk to them- About this. I don’t know who you talk about… perhaps if you talk to ehm… someone with the… the context. Maybe…. ... Or ehm… maybe therapy? I know a good therapist.”

Kian laughed slightly, his lungs squeezing uncomfortably in a way that ended with a few weak coughs and another chugged glass of water. “Oh no. No no, I don’t have many friends here.” Oof, that was pathetic. “Well I do, I guess. I’ve got Felix, but he’s probably off with some super hot chick havin’ a great time and like I’m not gonna bother him. Then there’s my band bros, you saw my band earlier right? Well Javi’s off doing Javi and uh… the other guy’s not super reliable, we’ve got a replacement incoming. Someone else I can’t really bother. Normally, I’d call…” Kian sat upright, hands balling up into tight fists. “Fuckin’ Damien. But he’s a horny bastard who would rather get his dick wet than be here for his best friend sooooooooo… no, I don’t. And I haven’t been to therapy since rehab, not really my game, ya know? I’m too cool for mental health school.”

No. No he absolutely was not.

The more Kian talked, the more pathetic he sounded. Then, the patheticness melted away to pure exhaustion and shame. Fuck this shit. He’d ruined yet another perfectly fine night with his own stupidity.

“... are you high?”

Kian looked over at Auggie and burst out laughing. “Psh yeah. Is it not obvious? I guess I’m not high enough then.”

The way that Kian’s vision swam was a firm reminder that he was, in fact, high enough.

“Hey, uh, Augmiester?” Kian asked weakly, head buried in his calloused hands. The question lingered on his tongue, unable to be spoken.

I’m not an asshole for lovin’ him, right?

No, Kian couldn’t ask him that. Instead, he muttered a ‘nevermind’ and moved to stand. Legs immediately giving out, Kian slipped and thumped back down into the chair, grappling onto Auguste’s muscular shoulder for support.

“Yo, uh, would you uhhhh…” Kian’s voice drifted off. Slowly, Kian reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys, placing them on the table before Auguste. “I need to get home, man. Can you drive?”

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[ohdittoh]

victoria shantel sterling​

Ezra took a few deep breaths, brushing away his dark, luxurious hair with a meaty hand and giving a slight shrug.

She was drooling — internally. Never externally.

…maybe externally, but she hoped not externally.

“I don’t have a date, no, but I’m far from alone,” he said. (She resisted the urge to pump her fist — so he’d still come alone. She didn’t know why that was cause for some kind of relief, but she somehow felt like it was. Just let her have her moment.) “It’s a skill that everyone should know, making perfect acquaintances in a room full of strangers.” His voice was fuckingsmoothhothell and relaxed as he uncrossed his arms and shoved his hands in his pockets. “If you can make conversation wherever you go, you’re never truly lonely.”

Tori chuckled. “Is that so?” Words of wisdom — that’s so effing hot, what the hell.

“You should try it sometime, considering I thought you were going to turn tail and run when you saw me coming,” Ez laughed.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Tori instinctively prepared herself to laugh into a defensive tirade; unfortunately, the tall boy stopped her in her tracks, reaching out and patting a hand on her shoulder.

OHMYGODHE’STOUCHINGME.

She was going to pass out.

“Kidding, kidding,” Ez said, pulling his hand away, and Tori’s muscles relaxed slightly as she tried to regain her composure. “But seriously, you need to loosen up a bit, Tori. I think we all miss the playful girl that tried to whoop our floor back in sophomore year.”

She eyed him, her lips pursing together. She was the same girl. Well, hotter, obviously, and more mature. She tried to tone down on the competitiveness and get more outgoing. She was a better writer, too, but those weren’t big changes.

Oh right, and her sister hadn’t been here…

Sighing softly, Ezra turned his head toward the cars. “You know,” he began, crossing one leg over the other in front of him to lean further back into the car, “you could have just asked me to come with you, you know. I would have said yes. Shame that you didn’t, really, because we would have had a lot of fun.”

Tori’s heart stopped for a moment. Legitimately, it froze in her chest. Straight up said no, I can’t do this anymore.

He would’ve said —

A wad of spit caught in her throat, and she began to hack wildly, her eyes going as wide as saucers as her hand flung to her chest. She turned her head away, holding up a finger to Ez as she patted her chest and coughed. After a few moments, she managed to catch her breath, and she looked at Ez with a wide smile frozen on her face. “You…would have said yes?” she asked. Looking away, she reached up to run a hand through her hair.

So her worries had all been for naught.

So he would have said fucking yes.

So she…

Had missed out on having the senior dance of her fucking dreams because of her pride.

These realizations led one half-laughed word to be breathed from her mouth: “Hahashit.”

He’s right there, idiot.

She glanced back over to him, her heart thudding crazily in her chest. “S-Sorry,” she quickly apologized, shaking her head. ComPOSURE, Victoria. “I just…” She breathed out a sigh, brushing her hair behind her ear again and closing her eyes for a moment.

Then, with a teasing grin on her face, she looked up at Ez again. “You mean to tell me we’d have more fun than the cheese plate and I did tonight?” she cheesed. “Ha, I call bullshit. Preposterous. Impossible.” She waved a hand. “Literally, there’s nothing more fun than shoving your face with a metric shitton of cheddar jack cheese and watching everyone else live out their high school dreams, I say.”

She was well-aware of how sad it sounded. In a way, it was a sort of vent — a vent of all of her frustrations with herself for having her fingers on cheese all night when they could’ve been on him.

Er, not in that way. Like, in his hands.

Like…oh, shut up. You got it.

With a sigh, she leaned back against her car, too, trying to mimic Ez’s pose. She went quiet for a moment, looking out at the other cars in the parking lot.

For a moment, she took the time to breathe. Just…breathe, with her eyes closed. Just feel the cool air, going in and out of her lungs.

Finally, she opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the endless sea of cars, and she said, in an oddly still voice, “Fine…so what if I admit that I would have asked you? What if you had said yes?”

She sighed again, her brain begging her to flick back on the defend, protect yourself switch. She resisted for another moment, staying quiet as she waited for Ez’s judgment to pass. Finally, though, she couldn’t take it anymore, and she looked over at him, her for-show grin coming back onto her face. “You ’would’ve shown me’, right?” she teased with a smirk.

That sounded, uh, not the way you wanted.

Her cheeks reddening, Tori looked away, her heart throbbing. “Psh, moment’s passed,” she dismissed, waving a hand dismissively.

She hugged her arms tighter around her. She felt...almost exposed.

mood
uh

location
outside the ball

outfit
a dress

playing...
be nice to me

by the front bottoms​

mentions
beth

interactions
ez

tags
geminiy

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[Winona]

Casey Clairmont

He kinda had the same feeling that he usually got when he saw his sisters upset -- you know, that pit of panic in his stomach. That one that kind of made his heart go thumpthumpthump real rapidly, and kinda made him all worried and stuff, 'cause he hated seeing the people that he cared about looking anything but bright and happy. Especially when he was all worried that like... what if the reason for Chas' crestfallenness was his fault?

Had he been a bad fake boyfriend? Had he done something wrong? 'Cause Casey was pretty sure he'd done everything right. He'd gotten Chas a flower, and sure he'd danced with Bella, but she'd told him no thank you, miss when she'd gotten all smoochy smoochy I wuv you over him. A bad boyfriend would've been like well hot damn, sign me up, babe, right? It wasn't his fault that he was so hot that girls just threw themselves at him.

"Come on," Chas said instead, and he tugged on Casey and pulled them towards the door. Blinking, Casey followed after his boyfriend as Chas asked about heading outside, and he just nodded his head, then offered a little "sure" before he continued to walk after him.

'Course, Casey was still trying to keep that peppy attitude on him, 'cause he didn't want people getting any ideas about what was happening between the two of them. Their relationship was supposed to be hella tight -- duh -- and Casey had every intention of making sure that it stayed as suck -- or looked as such towards the media, anyway.

As they started to head outside, Chas looked up towards the tall blonde, and he started to talk again.

"And it's going to kill me if I don't tell you this now, so I thought you should know you didn't fail any tests or do anything wrong tonight. If anything, I should be comforting you." Chas said, as their eyes seemed to search each other for some kind of understanding. "And Ez was just... trying to check up on me. Whatever he said, don't let it keep you up at night."

"Yeah, yeah, 'kay," Casey mumbled.

He still felt like he'd failed something, but he wasn't sure what.

"I mean, you have to admit, this whole thing is insane," Chas added, "I bet you can't wait until you can talk to Bella like normal again."

"Oh..." Casey let out an uncomfortable chuckle, and his hand reached up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. He gave a kind of awkward half smile at the mention of her. "Actually, ah... don't really think she's gonna wanna talk to me anytime soon," he dropped his hand back to his side, a shaky breath entering the confused boy's lungs, and then exhaling slowly. "She ahh... confessed, guess she likes me, but I ah..." he shrugged and chuckled once more, as if to try and limit how awkward this admittance was for him -- plus, speaking it aloud made it all the more real.

Bella had a crush on him.

Him.

And he was pretty sure it wasn't 'cause he had money and he was famous.

She liked Casey, not Clairmont.

"It's 'kay, though," Casey continued cheerfully. He didn't really want Chas thinking that he'd turned her down because of ahh... well just because of him -- even if that'd been the biggest thing pushing him towards his answer. "I ahh... I don't really feel the same way, not that I could if I wanted to, 'cause of us... but I mean, I like us -- even if I know it's not... ya know. Anyway, so it doesn't really matter all that much, y'know? I told her that, she said you didn't care 'bout me, and I just..."

Another shrug. It was no big deal.

"Ya wanna get outta here?" He asked with a lopsided grin. "Not just outside, ditch the whole Ball? Kinda windin' down, anyway, and it's ahh... ya know, we could go do something fun. Just... me and you. No cameras 'round or other people, and then I ahh... then you can take me home."

He just wanted to make this a decent night for his boyfriend.

Err...

Not boyfriend.

mood
hypeeee

location
balllll

outfit
look he has a fun tie

playing...
Stuck Like Glue

by Sugarland​

mentions
Bella

interactions
Chas

tags
hery

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