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Characters
Here
MOOD: lets boogie

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: parking lot
basics
MENTIONS:
Jace, Mike
INT:
mogy mogy (Oates)
tags
TL;DR no
tl;dr
Callum Richards
The tired-eyed dancer's head hung lazily, fixed onto his cell phone screen. A bulky form passed by, traveling along the outskirts of his focused vision. The sound of the door opening reached his ears at a delayed rate, and a mental coinflip decided he would look up. Hidden carefully on his nonchalant countenance was a glint of subdued curiosity.

A guy's broad back slipped through the door, disappearing behind a soft thud before Callum could surmise their identity.

He looked back down and, before long, voices could he heard from inside. Perhaps even a bit of commotion. Callum released an impatient breath, watching the minutes go by on his phone with great boredom. The raven-haired senior reached a hand toward the door, but stopped short and flattened it against the frame. Without a second thought, he grabbed hold of his backpack and took off.

Jace seemed to be under the impression that he was also joining the boys on their trip. It was probably for the best that he and Callum parted ways before that conversation. He couldn't see his grandparents warming up to him the way they would to Oates.

It was even more of a convenience that Callum made it to his first period, especially as he had an exam to take before his break could start. Had that not been the case, he'd have skipped this day altogether. At least he and Oates had settled upon leaving at lunch, a compromise just about unprecedented in their relationship. A glimmer of hope for some form of mutual understanding flickered within.

By the time the bell rang for lunch, Callum was already headed out to his car. He stopped by his locker to grab a few things, store some others, and clean up the mess of little, white pills strewn across its metallic surface. He probably needed those.

Out front, he picked up his phone and dialed for Oates, his boyfriend with a peculiar sense for time. "I'm at the front," he informed the boy, glancing around the school's vacant, sunny exterior. Not another student was in sight. Most were probably cramming for finals in their last periods, if they had them.

A chill passed through the air, engaging in a violent struggle against the vibrant sunlight beating on the boy's ashen face. "The pizza at home is probably better than whatever they're serving today." He listened, Oates' perpetually cheery voice flowing out of the speaker. "Oat, I said—Yeah, I know. No, Jace isn't with me, I—" His quiet voice could never compete with that of his boyfriend's. "I know, but we said we'd leave early. It's just two classes." Sigh.

More garbled prattling. Callum wiped at his face, his body aching with exhaustion. "I didn't say that. And don't tell my grandparents about that." The dancer pursed his lips, his attention drifting away from the conversation. He looked up, his clear vision restored like a lens in focus. He had slowly ambled to the parking lot, only several meters from his dirty, but modest sedan. "Yes... I'll see you soon." His voice wavered, but he had nothing more to say. "Bye."

His hand dropped to his side, and the other scratched at his head. Too many thoughts for noon.
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Elias Johannes
@elithegreat has set their status to:
no, no, no, no

@elithegreat has set their outfit to:
...

@elithegreat has set their location to:
mikaela's home

@elithegreat has mentioned:
Ash, Gen

@elithegreat has interacted with:
Cami, Mikaela

@elithegreat has tagged:
jasmyn jasmyn Xed Xed
Eli had a solid game plan. Despite the guilt and the fear that Cami was going to realize how much of a shitty date he was and up and leave him, Eli had a genuine plan to make it better. They were going to dance until they couldn’t feel their feet, eat ridiculously expensive food until they could eat no more, laugh until their ribs hurt from the shaking, There was little that Eli wanted more than to make Cami happy and he was about to do whatever he could to make it up to her. Cami deserved a perfect (well, as close to perfect as Elias could get her) night.

He had no more than finished his apology and mentally formulated this brilliant plan to fix everything when none other than Mikaela Ainsley walked over, wobbling slightly with her steps and threw her arms around Cami. Eli took a step back to give the pair their space, partially out of politeness but mostly because he kind of didn’t have a choice.

“Cami! You look gorgeous! Positively stunning, and Eli, what a handsome prince charming you make.” Mikaela released Cami and turned to Eli, forcing a smile onto his face before Mikaela’s hands reached up and clasped both of his cheeks. Eli resisted the urge to pull away, though his body tensed underneath her touch. “They should cast you in the next remake. Just look at this face and these muscles.”

A squeeze of his bicep caused an embarrassed flush across Eli’s cheeks, followed by the desperate attempt to swallow the rapidly growing awkward lump in his throat. Mikaela laughed at her own joke and Eli forced himself to let out a chuckle in reply. Then, her body began to waver and her hands gripped onto his shoulders for support, Eli’s hands instinctively reaching out to grab her waist to steady her.

“My you even behave like a prince, what a hero, what a catch you got yourself tonight Cami, handsome and charming and strong and gentlemanly and...” Mikaela’s voice trailed off and Eli’s hands fell from her waist, swiftly finding their way into his pockets. The discomfort was only growing by the moment.

“Gentlemanly, perhaps. But I wouldn’t go so far as prince-like.” Eli made an awful attempt at joking back. It was confirmed: Mikaela was fucking hammered. What was it with intoxicated people ruining Cami’s night? “Hey, um, Mik? Maybe you should go s-”

“Have you kissed him Cami? You haven't, right?” Mikaela asked over her shoulder. Immediately, Eli’s eyes darted over to Cami with an apologetic look on his face. “Just look at him, how can you keep him waiting for so long? His poor lips look sooo miserable because you been neglecting him. You should kiss him already or others will beat ya to it. You dunno how right? Lemme show you.”

Eli’s brain registered Mikaela’s words before her actions, his entire being freezing as her hand moved in what seemed like slow motion to the back of his head. With a tug to pull him down, Eli’s knees buckled slightly at the unexpected force and he reached out to steady himself on the girl before him, hand resting on her hip in a desperate attempt to keep himself upright and to push her off.

As soon as their lips connected, Eli had no clue what to do. There he was, deer in the headlights with his lips pressed against his friend’s. The kiss was somewhat aggressive, almost hungry, though Eli knew that realistically it was just the alcohol speaking. After what seemed like eternity, Eli pulled back at the same time as Mikaela, blinking rapidly in confusion of the events that had just unfolded. “Just like this.”

Eli didn’t know what to say. Hell, he didn’t even know if he could speak at all. All he could do was stand there and stare at Mikaela in pure confusion as his brain did cognitive gymnastics to try and understand. It wasn’t until he saw Cami turn, the ruffle of her fabric and the shrinking of her frame catching his eye, that Eli’s eyes left Mikaela’s face.

“Cami, wait!” Eli called out, rather rudely pushing Mikaela off of him as he took a step towards Cami.

His words were too late. By the time he had managed to kick his brain into gear, Cami had disappeared into the crowd.

Eli’s heart immediately sank, his fingers subconsciously reaching up to wipe whatever remained of Mikaela off of his lips. He didn’t even know what to feel, what to do. Mikaela was drunk, that excused her actions to an extent, but she also knew how important this night had been to Eli. This was his chance to do things right with Cami, to show her a genuinely good time, and instead, Eli was convinced that collectively, he and Mikaela had just broken her heart.

All he could do was stand there for a moment, body unmoving as his eyes searched the crowd for any sight of her. Maybe if he saw her, he could go after her and apologize, make some sort of attempt to explain his behaviour. But Eli was hardly surprised when she never came back into view. He would have left too if he had seen her kissing someone else.

Every part of him wanted to cry. He wanted to be mad at Mikaela, go off on her in true Angry Johannes fashion. Instead, all Eli could feel was guilt and worry. He could have pushed her off, made a better attempt to stop the situation before it had happened. This was as much on him as his drunk friend, perhaps even worse due to his sobriety.

He’d really fucked up this time.

Eli’s shoulders sank as he turned back to Mikaela, wrapping his arm around her waist for support as her wavering seemed to have gotten worse. Cami was nowhere to be found and there was no way in hell he was letting a friend stay here alone in this condition. So, in true Elias Johannes fashion, he forced a calming smile on his face and played it cool.

“Come on, Mik.” Eli spoke gently, hoping the sheer disappointment on his face and the glaze of tears in his eyes were difficult to notice to a drunk person. “You’re pretty drunk. I’m gonna drive you home.”

» ──────────── ✄​

Eli had figured out Mikaela’s address from a concoction of her slurred words and some digging through old text messages between the two and had promptly driven her home right after they had left. He let her control the music and did his best to avoid the potholes and sways in the road; the last thing he wanted to do was to have Mikaela puke in his passenger’s seat.

It was a challenge to get her inside and to a bathroom, where Eli helped her take off her makeup and brush out her hair. In the moment, he was grateful for two messy sisters who, on more than one occasion, he had to help in similar fashion. He knew the importance of saving the fake lashes (thank you, Gen) and the best places to apply cool face cloths to help the nausea (thank you, Ash). Within no time, Mikaela was mostly cleaned up and Eli guided her to her bed, carefully helping her in before quite literally tucking her in. Placing a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on Mikaela’s nightstand for the morning, Eli bent down and placed a soft kiss on the top of Mikaela’s head.

“Sleep well, okay?” Eli spoke softly, flicking off the light and quietly exiting the room. After doing a once over of the apartment, making sure her phone was plugged in and the lights turned off and the bathroom cleaned up from his attempts at tidying her up after the eventful night, Elias slipped out of the apartment and into the night.

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Ezra Gray
@EZGoing has set their status to:
vibing

@EZGoing has set their outfit to:
polished

@EZGoing has set their location to:
the pottery classroom, HA

@EZGoing has mentioned:
n/a

@EZGoing has interacted with:
Isaac

@EZGoing has tagged:
dear.szmm dear.szmm
Ezra’s grin widened as Isaac pulled him in, laughing slightly at the familiar feeling of his friend clapping him on the back. “I was warned I may run into you round here. How you doing, bro?”

“Warned? Isaac, I’m hurt.” Ezra feigned pain, letting out an overly dramatic gasp as he pressed his hand into his own chest. “I don’t think I’ll ever recover from such a heartfelt attack on my character, man.” Of course, then Ezra began to laugh at his own antics, his smile growing even more when Isaac agreed to his ingenious plan of skipping class. One day wouldn’t hurt them, and it had been forever since the two had met up and hung out.

Into the pottery studio they went, the classroom thankfully empty from the day before. Flicking on the lights, Ezra pulled his bag off of his shoulders and threw it into an empty chair.

“Any of this yours, Ez?” Isaac asked as he looked at a vase before him. "This is some... artistic stuff."

Ezra nodded confidently, pulling open the door to the storage closet in the back corner. “That it is, though that vase specifically belongs to some girl who’s name I absolutely cannot remember. Gloria? Vanessa? Somethin’ like that, I don’t know.” Ezra laughed warmly as he carefully pulled another vase free from the closet before closing the door with his knee. “This one, however, is mine. Not my best work but it’s acceptable for the grade. Plus I think they’re donating them once they’re done being graded. Makes me feel a bit better about using so much material. I think mum would genuinely kill me if I brought another vase home.”

Ezra carefully placed the vase down onto the table in front of Isaac and spun it around for him to see all the angles. “They’ve got the most amazing equipment here, man. You’re going to love it. The people are a bit much sometimes but you willingly choose to be friends with me so I doubt you’ll have much of an issue fitting right in.” Pausing slightly, Ezra looked up as he thought before snapping his fingers. “Oh and speaking of which, mum and dad say hi and send their best wishes. Mum specifically said that she expects you’ll be coming home with Spencer and I sometime because I ‘need a good influence in my life’.” Ezra reached a hand out and grabbed Isaac’s shoulder, throwing him a playful wink. “I didn’t know how to tell her that we are collectively a disaster just waiting to happen, so I told her that I’d tell you. Now that I have, I can feel way less guilty about skipping class.”

Sliding down onto a stool and turning on the wheel in front of him, Ezra dug his hands into the container of clay next to him and slapped it down onto the flat surface, only looking up to Isaac once his prep work had been done. “So, tell me: what’ve you been up to lately? It’s been a long time, man. I want all the details.”

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Spencer Gray



Perhaps the damp hair and clothes had been a sign of things to come, because well… by the time they finished baking the macaroons? Spencer was even more of a mess than he was when they began.

His cheek was still slightly sticky from where he had gotten the meringue on his face, there were stains on his singlet, needless to say his first face off with macaroons was a battle that they had somehow managed to get through.

"Next time we do this I got to remember to come prepared in my full battle gear." He chuckled as he washed up the utensils. Still it had been fun, working their way through the recipe even with all the little hiccups and messes. The kitchen had nearly turned into a warzone but thankfully they had managed to clean it up enough to not look like a tornado of baking goods tore through the place, and their macaroons were sitting on the table top awaiting sampling.

There were some cracks in some of the shells, the feet weren't the most well-formed but it resembled a macaroon, now the question was did it taste like one.
"Well, time to taste and see if we succeeded." He said smiling at Maggie. "After you."

Once Maggie had taken a macaroon, he followed suit and picked up one, holding it up to her in a toast. "Cheers to us hopefully winning the war against the macaroons."

Spencer took a big bite, and the fancy little dessert crumbled in his mouth, the sweet notes of the chocolate and caramel filling hitting his tongue. They were a little on the sweet side if you asked him and there was probably a tad too much filling, but it tasted like a macaroon, the shell was the right texture, overall not bad for a first attempt at the notoriously difficult dessert. And it had been a fun attempt too.

He'd laughed and enjoyed himself throughout the process more than he had expected when they began, in part because of his assistant.

"So what's the verdict?" he asked, smiling as he polished off the rest of the macaroon he was holding. "Personally I think it's not too bad, especially for a couple of rookie bakers. A solid seven out of ten."

And it only took them - well crap. His watch read close to midnight. Was it already that late? The party had to be almost over by this point. Time really did fly when you were having fun.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realise how late it got." Spencer apologised as he grabbed a couple of boxes and divided up the macaroons. Ez was probably already gone with another partygoer which meant that the car was gone too. Hopefully his phone didn't have a text asking him to spend the night out cause there was another guest in the house.

Speaking of getting home, did Maggie have a ride back? It was awfully late. Did she drive? She didn't stay too far right? Man, he really didn't know very much about her beyond her name, the fact that she was a singer and that she seemed like a fun girl who was always ready to have a good time.

Then again, it was better that way. Not knowing too much, or sharing too much. After all, he was here to dance, that didn't mean he was going to be a hermit, but getting deeply involved with the other students, even as friends, it could very easily become a distraction.

Still, late was late and all that aside… he couldn't just go home by himself and leave her to get home alone. If something happened…

The last of the macaroons placed inside, Spencer closed up the boxes then gave the plate a quick wash.

"Come on, we should get going." He said to Maggie as he picked up the boxes. "I'll send you home." The little bit of energy and excitement his voice had contained while they were making the macaroons was gone, replaced by a more mellow and even tone, kind but slightly distant. He waited for her to join him by the door before switching off the lights and heading down the hallway towards the nearest exit.

"Did you drive? If not I'll call us a cab. It's the least I can do after keeping you back so late."

The water that had gotten on his clothes had mostly dried so when they stepped outside, it was only mildly chilly even without his jacket which he had given to Maggie.

"Keep the jacket on by the way." He told her as he opened his phone to call for a cab. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long for them to get one so she didn't get home too late. "You can just return it to me another time, also here." Spencer placed one of the boxes of macaroons in her hands. "Part of the spoils from tonight's battle in the kitchen," he smiled warmly as he spoke, "I hope you enjoy them."





mood
let's go home

location
Kitchen

outfit
formal





playing...
WONDER

by Shawn Mendes​




mentions
Ez

interactions
Maggie

tags
Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


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MOOD: Hm.

OUTFIT: School material.

LOCATION: School.
basics
MENTIONS:



INT:
Nikolai Harrowhark Harrowhark
tags
TL;DR Let's try this.
tl;dr
Teo

Teo’s lips pulled back for a grin. Maybe. Maybe a sneer. Who knows, Teo certainly didn’t know.

“Just passing by?”

A tilt of the head. Another rakish grin. A familiar feeling. A rush. The start of a game that was about to be played. He liked that feeling - cat and mouse. A little give here, a little pull there. It made winning all the more enjoyable the more they played the game.

And, he was on a winning streak of getting under people’s skins. But, he didn’t quite feel like annoying the shit out of Nikolai. Not today. Not when later activities weren’t set in stone. Maybe a bit later, but certainly not when the fish had just bitten.

“Depends on if you want me to be or not.” Teo said, checking his nails just a bit. Not quite feigning calm, but not quite believing completely in it himself.

“I don’t know about you, but I’d rather stick around.” A simple statement. Just to make sure Nikolai was aware of Teo’s intentions. “Have a lil fun while I’m at it. School can be so drab, after all.”

He pushed off of the lockers. A look up and down. Assessing the situation before them. His dark eyes flashed with some kind of conclusion. As if he'd found what he was looking for.

“You’re a dancer, right?” Whether he got that from just a look, or he knew of Nikolai beforehand, he’d never tell. “I’ve always been curious about dance studios. Mind showing me about?”

Hopefully the dancer was passionate about his art, otherwise Teo just brought up work for absolutely no reason. But he felt that this was a safe bet - most of the people here were fairly passionate about their craft. After all, they were attending a school for this nonsense.

“I want to see you in action. Up close and personal.” Another grin. Sharp. “So shall we?”
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Alejandra Cortez
"Cruel Professer, studying romances.”

@Realex has set their status to:
To smile or not to smile?

@Realex has set their outfit to:
Something Alex-ish

@Realex has interacted with:
Simone

@Realex has mentioned:
Naomi, Ava

@Realex has tagged:
natsukashii natsukashii​

Alex’s weekend was perfectly… perfect.

It was weird.

Everything was going so well and she hasn’t been stressed about a thing.

Was it about the writing?

Ever since Art Fest, Alejandra has decided to take… a step away from playwriting. Still taking her classes– of course, but…

Maybe a break is what she needed.

Maybe… indefinitely? The whole disaster of a play had only shown her what she isn’t capable of. Granted, it was adapted for a film and back to a play, naturally it was gonna have it’s issues…

Alex had just seen it as another failure.

Her laptop stayed un-opened, in-progress ideas and scripts had been halted, and honestly, Alex had never felt better.

Without the worry of perfecting another thing… she felt like she could breathe.

All she had to focus on was photoshoots. As much as she hated to have her picture taken– dramatic, I know. It was pretty nice for that to be the only thing she had to worry about.

Not to mention Naomi, the ball had went without a hitch and the pair actually… had a really good time.

Alex racked her brain, should she ask?

Were they dating? Were they not?

She knew what she wanted.

Alejandra just didn’t know what Naomi wanted. Love issues and writing aside, beyond model-ly things Alex had been arguing with Ava for the last few days about decorations.

Their parents were coming over for Christmas.

Yes, Alex’s mother and Ava’s parents.

She didn’t know how that was gonna work out, besides them sleeping in the living room…

Alex’s mom could be a little… difficult to deal with.

I mean it. Unless you want my mother saging the entire house in a string of spanish curses

NO skulls.


Alex was a horror buff as much as Ava was, but…

Christmas?

Absolutely not.

She tightened the backpack around her shoulder with one-hand, walking through the halls when a pair of hands made a grab for her waist and Alex instinctively reeled back but it was to no avail.

She hated being tickled.
Pulling away from the figure and once she noticed who it was, her lips curled into a smile and she rolled her eyes.

“Cute.”

Was it?

Yeah, but that was filled with sarcasm.

It was nice that they got back to normal after that whole bar outing. The IDs worked, the men were boring– not that Alex wanted an interesting man in the first place. She just wanted a good time with Simone and it happened.

They were good again and that’s all she could’ve hoped for.

Alex retaliated weakly by poking the smaller girl in the stomach gently.

“Where have you been? Haven’t seen you around much.”

Oh, was this the opener for Simone to say, ‘Why did you miss me?’

Maybe, but Alex was gonna beat her to it.

“Doesn’t mean I missed you though.”

A bold-faced lie.

Simone was way more than just her favorite model, at the moment, she was definitely her favorite person.

Besides Naomi, of course.
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MOOD: anger ! ! !

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: hallway
basics
MENTIONS:
Angel, Lin, Charlie

INT:
Winona Winona (Zeph)
tags
TL;DR no
tl;dr
Javier Cervantes
The taller boy's mouth opened, spilling out a stuttered non-answer. Javi's intense glare burned brighter. He narrowed his eyes with nonexistent patience. Silence followed, and Javi waited, furious expression unchanged, for an alternate answer. The kid had already been sufficiently startled, and the bassist prayed to whichever god would answer that he hadn't gone too far too soon. For the other boy's sake.

"You're tight with Lin?" he quoted, raising an exaggerated grin, "And Angel?" He scoffed, his lip curled with revulsion. "Then you must be a huge fan of my work." He smirked, letting the frustration between their relationships stoke the fire singeing his veins.

The stuttering boy continued, revealing more pieces of a warped puzzle. He clearly didn't have a grasp on any of this, yet it was somehow still on the forefront of his mind. Those unspoken words pierced at Javi's side like the unrelenting pricks of a storm of needles. It would never end.

An eyebrow jumped up at the mention of some sort of bubble debacle. "Oh, yeah? Knocked over some bubbles?" The muscular junior slowly rose a hand to the other boy's chest, curling his fingers and clenching his shirt tightly. "Was it like this?" In one powerful motion, he shoved the boy backward, pinning him with a sharp thud against the lockers. The sheer force mimicked that of a doll being thrown against the wall, curiously lacking resistance, or at least an adequate response time.

Javi once again drove his head forward against that of the other boy's, his grip tightening around the collar of his shirt. "What is 'bubbles' code for?" he hissed, shaking him a little, "Don't fucking play with me."

He loosened his hold a little, but sustained his fierce hostility. "I wanna know what they were talking about. And if you hold out on me, I'll know, and I'll pull a fucking Charlie Howell on your babyish fucking mug. ¿Comprendes?" The agitated drug dealer cocked his head to the side, making whatever half-labored attempt he could to peer into the boy's head, as though he could ever get a clear read on such scrambled thoughts. The panic had already set in too heavily.

Damn it...

"How do you know any of this? What's going on? What do they say about me?" Desperation poured out of his hopelessly misguided aggression. "Fucking talk!" he roared, whipping his other elbow around to push the boy even further back, restraining the recipient of his unabating interrogation by the neck. But not enough to, like, actually strangle him, obviously.

Last time he tried that, the guy couldn't talk for a few days. Huge waste of time.
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Zeph Evermore


Oh shit.

Zeph's body was slammed against the lockers, and his heart pounded so hard in his chest that he could start to feel it rise up into his throat. He'd never been one to find himself on the other end of fists, or the other end of fighting whatsoever, but something about this year just seemed to be cursed because for the second time this semester, Zeph found himself pinned by someone inches shorter but way stronger.

And now Javi was asking some really weird questions that Zeph didn't know the answer to.

Such as... what was bubbles code for? Which confused the hell out of Zeph at first, until he realized that well, yeah, he hadn't really made much sense. What if the steroid pumped junior in front of him thought that bubbles was code for some kind of drugs? And Lin and Angel's fight had been picked over a drug deal gone bad?

Actually, that would've made him a really decent brother, so Zeph grew a little less upset with the ragey teenager in front of him. Probably, truly, this was simply just a really bad misunderstanding.

Javi just kind of kept asking the same thing over and over -- what did they say about me? -- and that was a hard, impossible question to answer when no one had spoken about him. At least, not that Zeph could recall at the moment. But it was obviously important to the boy before him, who either was insecure at the idea of others talking about him, or who simply had too big of an ego to assume that everyone was talking about him constantly.

After all, this whole predicament of theirs had started because Javi got it under his skin that Zeph was looking at him due to some poorly construed rumors. This entire thing was just turning worse and worse for Zeph by the second, what with Javi pinning him, arm nearly pressed against his neck.

A quick glance around spotted no teachers -- only fellow students, all too scared of the probably drug-fueled cokehead pinning him to actually step in and try to assist their classmate. Instead, they all spared glances over, trying to watch what was happening without being obvious, or they just openly gawked. Apparently not scared in the least about having Javi's anger turned on them once he was through with Zeph.

"I... I mean, no, they... no, nothing was about you. Bubbles were... no code, just actually blowing bubbles -- and that's not... that's not code for... for anything, promise." He sputtered, desperately trying to save his own skin. Perhaps he should try to fight back -- push against Javi's restraints. It's not like he probably couldn't (the sophomore was, after all, fairly built from all of the, well, dance that he did), but more that he was afraid to piss the guy off even more.

Surely if you were pinned by a snarling bear or a seething tiger, it wasn't recommended to fight back.

Although wasn't it recommended to punch sharks in the nose?

... It would help if angry animals didn't all have their own separate steps for handling them.

"I'm just-- Lin's my friend, and he just-- he told me-- well, he didn't, he hasn't really told me much, but he just... I dunno, man, they don't... they don't really talk about you. I just, I just know Lin doesn't like you, but he ahh... I mean he's Lin," Zeph let out an awkward chuckle. "He's kinda got it out for a lotta people."

And then, to maybe try and relieve some of the pressure pressed against him, Zeph reached up, gripping Javi's arm, and kinda just... trying to push it away from his body. So he could breathe, ya know.




mood
chill

location
hallway

outfit
clothes





playing...
Uh Oh
by Junior Doctor​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Javi

tags
hery hery


º º code by ditto º º
 
MOOD: anger ! !

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: hallway
basics
MENTIONS:
Angel, Lin

INT:
Winona Winona (Zeph, Ash)
tags
TL;DR no
tl;dr
Javier Cervantes
Javi's words were firm and cutting. "Spit it out." He made a threatening, restrained forward lunge in the hopes of kicking the words out his mouth. Gleaning any useful information at all out of this sap was grating on his nerves. The only thing that kept the bassist's eye on the ball was the promise of real answers. What were they saying?

"What do you mean 'they don't talk about me'?" There was no logical basis in any of that. Javi was their problem. He was a blistering sore on the family and they just loved to remind each other of it. What other issue could there have been?

His hold on the boy's shirt tightened, but he refrained from shoving him again. "I know he doesn't like me!" he shouted, "That's why the two of them can't keep my name out of their mouths!" The guy in front of him was a moron. If there was a point in his sputtering mess of a response, it was as clear as the fog swirling in Javier's head. His body was worn and exhausted, and the only thing visible in his eyes besides the dark circles was pure, unabashed dismay.

He hadn't a clue what other problem there could have been, especially one that would get his cousin-by-marriage and brother on speaking terms. And he couldn't ask them directly, even as useless as every single other source seemed to be. "What issues do they have? Tell me what you mean, issues." His partial chokehold softened, but he remained firm in his offensive stance. "You don't want the issues I can give you."

As though suddenly bonded by some unstated emotion, the taller boy placed a gentle hand on Javi's arm, shifting it away from his neck. The muscular teenager did not react, allowing the hand to guide his tensed arm away. The rest of his body relaxed a little.

That was, of course, until he came to and realized what was happening. With a muffled grunt, he flexed his arm and slammed it back into the boy's neck, making sure to knock his head on the cool, clanging metal he was pushed up against. It was as effortless as a slight flick of the wrist. "Don't touch me," he growled, finally backing away with shallow, rapid breaths. The rise and fall of his chest was dramatically puffed and unceasing so long as the adrenaline of this confrontation remained. It was all the energy he had to go on, as much as his body ached for a mindful rest that transcended sleep.

In a huff, the curly-haired junior turned on his heel and absconded, steps heavy and lumbering against the echoing, squeaky floor. A dark miasma began to cloud his vision, splotching here and there in every corner of his eyes. His pace slowed, falling behind the rest of the students ambling down the hall. What was a furious, burly teenager on the outside was primarily a zombie on the inside, mulling over the words he had just exchanged.

What were those two talking about, then?

Before he could form a conclusion, he spotted a familiar figure from down the hall. Ash West, the blonde beauty who was helpless to pine over him. The light in her eyes almost looked a little duller than normal. She was usually better about hiding that... it was a skill Javier envied.

But the dullness wasn't substantial, not enough to remain on his mind as he approached her. He perked up a little, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them wide to rid himself of the ring of stars dancing around his head. His hands found themselves stuffed in his pockets, balled into tight fists.

Not a noise left his mouth, his face angered and carved in stone. The only thoughts he could summon were bitter and riddled with unrecognized insecurity. "I need a smoke," he mumbled, avoiding the girl's gaze, "I think I'm gonna go to my car instead of class today."
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Ashton West


She hadn't cried.

She should've cried, right? Like, she usually cried way too easily, and she'd cried over things that were so much smaller than this in the past. So there should've been tears at some point, but even when she found herself laying alone in her bed unable to sleep, staring at a nondescript part of her ceiling, nothing came to her. There was just... she didn't feel any kind of sadness that nipped at her stomach, that would cause sobs to wrack her body. She didn't feel the need to reach for her bottle of vodka, to drink from it until she drowned away the tears and all she could see was the world spinning around her.

Why wasn't she crying? Why did vodka feel tasteless on her tongue? Why didn't she feel the need to fall into a drunken stupor every night when she returned home following this breakup? Why did she just... why... didn't Ash... feel anything? Like, was she broken or something? Had something in her finally cracked and now she was destined to spend the rest of her life moving from day to day, helplessly numb to everything that she faced?

Because instead like... believe it or not, she was actually doing perfectly fine following the kind of breakup with Trevor. Like, the way she saw it, he'd blocked her on everything, so she couldn't get a hold of him -- which was basically a breakup, right? And like, he was avoiding her like the plague, and Ash hadn't even seen him once yesterday -- so clearly, they were broken up, and that was fine by her, because like... even if she was able to speak to him, she would've just ended things.

Trevor just... he wasn't rewarding her with the closure that she so desperately felt that she needed.

But Ash was perfectly fine, and perfectly ready to move on.

She'd awoken Sunday morning with a pounding headache and apparently a new friend -- one that she hardly even remembered approaching. So yeah, there had been some surprise as to why she was suddenly all buddy buddy with Ryder Vaughn, but ahh... well, she had to admit that he really wasn't all that bad. Like, she got along with him well enough, and with the gap that Trevor and Lucky had left, it was kind of nice to have someone new to fill it.

Once he'd gone or whatever, she'd found herself alone with the remnants of last night. So she'd shoved her dress deep in her closet, glaring at the stupid purple thing that she'd so stupidly allowed Mikaela to talk her into buying. And then she'd headed to the bathroom to wash away the previous night's mistakes -- the caked on makeup, smeared from tears that she didn't even remember shedding. And while she was doing that, her eyes kind of caught momentarily on the necklace that Trevor ahd gotten her, still dangling from her neck. Ash knew that she should take it off, throw it away or whatever, but like... when she unclipped it, and she held it in her hands, she just... didn't want to let go. It was a kind of a thing that she had an issue with. Like, she still had her ticket stub from the Def Leppard concert she'd gone to with Nico, along with the t-shirt from it and even one of his hoodies all still tucked into one of her drawers, all alongside some memorabilia from the time her and Ian had attended Warped Tour.

Ash knew that she should throw it out, or at least tuck it into her drawer alongside her collection of ex-boyfriend reminders, but... she couldn't. Like, she wasn't ready to take that final step towards accepting that what had happened last night had happened. So she clipped it back around her neck, her fingers messing absently with the little star pendant, a dull, almost lifeless look in her eyes as she examined it in the mirror -- a rather huge juxtaposition from when she'd first received it, and she'd find herself beaming at her reflection.

God, she was fucking stupid.

So she'd grabbed a hoodie, tugged it on, and then headed downstairs to find the boys and Gen.

By time Tuesday morning had rolled around, Ash was feeling... well, she wasn't really sure. Confused, probably? Lost or something along those lines. Save for Saturday night, she hadn't been sleeping great because like, Ash just... she didn't sleep well normally, let alone when she was feeling... confused and lost.

See, the thing about Ashton West was that coming out of every breakup? She'd had someone to fall onto. After Dorian, it was Nico, and after Nico, it had been Trevor, but this had just like... nothing like that had happened. And with no stable person for her to fall back onto, Ash had somehow like, she'd just... she felt lost or something. Lost and kind of stuck in place, like she didn't really know how to proceed from here.

Who knew that the answer of how to take the next step would come in the form of Javier Cervantes?

You know, one of the guys that Trevor had thrown around with some fear that she was going to, like... fuck him or whatever the worry was.

Of course, the Javi that approached her wasn't the Javi that she necessarily knew. Like, it didn't take much for her to recognize that the typically confident boy before her was obviously somewhat bothered by... by something, and she couldn't help but wonder if whatever was storming in his own head had something to do with the Winter Ball, too. It would make sense, yeah? That even more people had had issues with the stupid thing?

"I need a smoke," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze, "I think I'm gonna go to my car instead of class today."

This was an... invitation to join him, right? And normally, it was an invitation that she probably would've turned down because smoking wasn't really something she typically fell back on, nor was skipping class something that she... typically did. Like, obviously, Ash skipped classes. She just tried not to make a habit of it.

When she felt herself start to want to say no because her thoughts inevitably trailed back to Trevor and how he would feel about this situation, her answer became crystal clear.

"Do you want company?" She asked, although the answer to that was evidently clear -- it was a rhetorical question more or less, and she fell into step beside Javi as she followed him out of the school. Of course, there was one last thing that was still kind of picking at the corner of your thoughts, and she couldn't help but ask it.

"Are you, like... are you okay?"




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ehhhh

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school

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clothes





playing...
Save Myself
by Ashe​




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Trevor, Ryder

interactions
Javi

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Nikolai.





































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Nikolai’s shoulders relaxed upon hearing Teo’s intentions. He seemed so calm while they were a swirl of emotion and anxiety. She could use that energy right now.

“I was thinking the same thing.”
Nikolai bit their lip, putting all their stress on the back burner. Watching Matt move without care, she couldn’t help but follow.

Dancing. Right, yes. So much fun. We love dancing.
“Ballet,”
Nikolai confirmed, though it was unnecessary. Teo wasn’t stupid. A tour seemed nice enough,
“I’d be happy to.”
The two of them could easily kill some time in an empty practice room.

“I could even show you a few moves,”
Nikolai offered, starting back down the dance hall. Most rooms had classes, but they doubted Teo actually gave a shit. It was all basic, rooms with mirrors and bars, plenty of space to stretch and warm up.

With all the classes going on, Nikolai’s eyes caught on one of the contemporary groups. It might be fun one day to branch out to something less traditional, but he should only push his luck so much.
“None of these are the senior group, but you’ll still find a lot of talent here.”
A lot better than them in fact, which is why they were sure Teo wasn’t just here to watch her dance.

“Down that way we have the locker rooms,”
Nikolai pointed to a hallway with a few doors and a bench where someone sat taping their shins.
“And the other hall has the practice rooms.”
They’d spent more than their fair share of long evenings in those.

What was another couple of hours? Nikolai turned down the hall, opening the door to the first dark room they could find. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust when they flicked the switch. Bright lights covered the ceiling and multiplied when reflected by the mirrored wall. She let the door click shut behind them, turning the lock on the door.

“Do you know your positions?”
Surely Teo could make something out of that question. It was reasonable to assume someone from the literature department had never even done a pirouette, but maybe he could surprise them.

Nikolai took a moment to stretch, pulling each leg up and over their head.
“If not I’m sure you’re a fast learner.”


































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Roxanne.





































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A good idea? From a man? Color Rox shocked. Wow. Who knew listening to others could grant a new perspective? Her eyes switched between the two who were intent on helping. What game was this?

“So you’d help me just like that?”
Rox still wasn’t quite sure about their motives. People always wanted something, especially men, but she also was desperate to be done with this.

“For no other reason than to be nice?”
It seemed that way. Her eyes narrowed, hesitant to accept this answer. They both seemed like they had nothing better to do. And she wouldn’t have some(one)thing better to do until later.

Okay overly enthusiastic boys, you win. Rox flipped her notebook back open and took out her other headphone.
“It’s just scratch and I want a lot of layers on it, but I only play drums and guitar.”
And she wasn’t even very good at guitar.

“No Nickelodeon shit though.”
That was almost a bigger red flag than being a man. Maybe she should give him something else. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him with it, just that she didn’t want him puking up Dora shit all over this track. But number 1… she shouldn’t pass that up.

Whatever, she could fix it if he went all Spongebob on her. Rox handed the notebook over to Hunter, notes messy and plenty of eraser dust. She almost apologized for it being lame, but underwear likely had her beat. She’d been sure Casey was too busy joking around to pull anything, but she didn’t like the way Hunter stared at her. Did she have something on her face? She ran her knuckle under her lip just in case.

“I dunno, I just feel like it’s so trivial.”
Which in her mind equaled bad.
“Like who’s even going to give a shit about this?”
Other than herself and maybe Lilian out of girlfriend obligation.

































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MOOD: jeepers creepers

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: zeph's locker
basics
MENTIONS:
the voices, Javi

INT:
Winona Winona (Zeph)
tags
TL;DR no
tl;dr
Veronica Crosby
And she was off.

Ronnie made hurried footsteps down the hall and out of the dorm, ready for a bright and early arrival to school. Well, early for her, which meant walking in sooner than the first bell rang. The theatrical part of her felt a rush at beating the clock in a make-believe Mission: Impossible showdown.

Yet, much to the surprise of the FBI agent monitoring her GPS location, the spry redhead made a shockingly timely appearance through the school gates. The chipper smile on her face exuded a pleasant warmth that turned the heads of all of the imaginary people around the hallway who gawked at her radiance. The rest paid her no mind.

A clanging bang knocked the smile right off Ronnie's face, freezing it in a brief state of dubiousness directed at the source of the noise. It was somewhere down the hall, just beyond a swath of other actually turned heads. The shock didn't last long, and the rest of the students resumed whatever business they had at their lockers. Strange happenings were common in the hallways of Hollywood Arts, after all.

Nosy as ever, the freckled sophomore continued her trek, passing her locker while scanning the area for an explanation for the noise. It was a rather powerful sound, too, and she didn't doubt that it hurt if the cause was another petty spat.

"Don't touch me," a harsh voice spoke, nearly pushing past Ronnie in a huff. After only a short glimpse of the figure it belonged to, Ronnie clocked the teenager as the toned, drug-toting Javier Cervantes, whose signature curls bounced ever-so-slightly thanks to his ironclad gait. What a hunk...

Her heart skipped a beat as she turned back forward, blinking once with surprise and twice with disbelief upon the recognition of Zeph Evermore, Ronnie's admirer with a more complicated history than she liked. Ol' Zeph. What was he doing following the sound—Wait.

The big guy was recoiling, and his eyes were also trained on the loud-mouthed drug dealer walking away. She peered at the enraged boy's back one more time before giving the dancer before her the full attention that he deserved. A split second of nothingness passed between the two before Ronnie jumped and squeaked out an abashed "Oh!"

The redhead cleared her throat and instinctively looked around, grabbing at the air shakily for a hug she couldn't give. She restrained the immediate urge, especially as this specific individual was one she could only assume wouldn't want it. And the feeling would be mutual, with all due respect, thank you.

"Oh, gee, are you okay?" Ronnie forced out, giving Javi one final, for real this time glance before he slipped out of sight, "What happened?" She reached a hesitant hand to trace the slight dent in the locker most adjacent to Zeph, gritting her teeth at the imagination of such brutal pain. Was Javi strong or was Zeph just bulky?

Gaining a genius idea, she dropped her backpack and pulled out a slim, blue folder. She flipped through her papers until she spotted a small, rectangular sheet of stickers tucked behind a math sheet. "Here, let's just..." The much shorter girl peeled off a nice, yellow smiley face about the size of a nickel and pasted it on the dent, which didn't really conceal the way the door was sorta bashed in, but it did hide the ugliest, deepest indentation made on it. "There. Easy."

She smiled brightly, faltering with the responsibility of saying something comforting. "Didn't know you were such a fighter, Nice Guy," she jested salaciously, popping a smirk and exaggeratedly lifting a brow. He probably could have posed a solid threat if he wanted to, which was the ironic thing. Ronnie didn't mind the muscle, no matter who it belonged to. "You should try hitting back more," she teased, "The ladies love it."
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Avery Ohtani



What was he going to do? He'd messed up big time. Like real big. He could still remember the night of the Winter Ball, after he'd kissed Bella. She'd scrambled to get away from him, effectively leaping backwards to get out of his reach, her eyes had been wide with shock. His actions had horrified her, and then she'd hugged herself before disappearing off. She was never going to talk to him again after that was she? She hadn't scolded him for kissing her like she had when she learnt that he had kissed the senior at the parking lot, instead she'd apologised but that just made it feel so much worse, like he was one of those villains from those disney movies who'd done something utterly despicable.

And yet here he was, loitering in the corridor, hands clutching the straps of his backpack and drawn in close to his body, feet tap, tap, tapping and lips pressed tight together as he waited for Bella to emerge from the door of the classroom. He had to apologise for what he did, even if Bella found it difficult to forgive him, because it was the right thing, and he was a good boy who did the right thing. He only hoped that she would be able to forgive him. Casey being the amazing guy he was, had given him advice on how to apologise when he told him the whole story of what went down at the ball. He'd even offered him a method that he said was sure to work, which meant it was up to Avery to make sure he executed it properly. One of his hands released the strap it was choking and dug into his pocket, the tension in it only easing slightly when his fingers grazed the box of chocolates he had placed in there this morning.

He had to get this apology right. Even if Bella was a kind and sweet soul, he had done her wrong and he had to make sure he righted that wrong perfectly. His brain did mental gymnastics as he ran through the steps Casey had told him to take. Step one, heart shaped box of chocolates, secured. Step two, give box of chocolates to Bella. Step three, apologise for kissing her. And step four, the most important one, promise to never kiss her again. Good, he still remembered. Now he just needed to make sure he carried them out in that order. Chocolates, apology, promise. Chocolates, apology, promise.

He could hear the beat of his heart ringing in the background as he repeated the steps in his head. Chocolates, apology, promise. All was fine, he'd be able to do this. He'd give the perfect apology to make up for his disastrous mistake of kissing her and then everything would be fine. Oh right, he had to remember to get Casey a gift to, for helping him with the apology. It would be rude not to, even if he ended up messing it up and Bella didn't forgive him for - oh no. The tears. He'd told Casey that she'd cried! Even after she asked him not to tell anyone he- oh no. Oh no. What was he going to do? He'd only prepared for one apology and not two, how was he - wait. What was he supposed to say for the first apology again? What had Casey told him? Crap.

Avery scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket and scrolled frantically through his messages until he found what Casey had said. Only there were two versions. Which one was he supposed to say? "Here's some candy I'm sorry for smooching you?" or "Bella please forgive for me going kiss kiss?"

In the first place he was giving her chocolate and not candy so the first one didn't sound right and the second one sounded funny with the 'kiss kiss' at the end but then Casey said that this apology always worked with his sisters and Avery didn't have much experience with apologising to other people his age at all. The back of his neck grew slicker with sweat as he felt his earlier confidence slip away. What was he supposed to do? Was it too late to try and call or message Casey for help again?

The sound of the door sliding open answered the question for him. Yep. Too late, because there was Bella.

Avery's phone nearly slipped through his fingers as he rushed to shove it back into his pocket while his other hand scrambled to pull the box of heart shaped chocolates - uh, heart of box shaped - the chocolates, his hand tried to pull the chocolates out of his pocket as quickly as possible as his mouth went haywire.

"Um Bella! Hi! Uh. I just wanted to… I wanted to um…" Come on chocolates, come on. Chocolates, apology, promise. In that order, and he still wasn't sure how exactly the apology was supposed to go. "I'm uh… sorry I just need to -" His hands popped out of his pocket as quickly as they could, box of chocolates in hand, only the box flew out of his grip and right at Bella.

His eyes went wide and his heart stopped as he helplessly watched it sail through the air in her direction.

"I'm so sorry!" He blurted out, his hands moving in frantic motions unsure of what to do. He'd completely botched step one. The objective was to give her the box of chocolates but instead he'd basically thrown them at her. Who threw chocolates at someone when apologising? Oh god. Help.

"I didn't mean to - I just wanted to-" Avery squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to clear his head, but the sound of his heartbeat, the noise in his brain, everything just kept getting louder and louder and -

"I'msorryforkissingyouthatnightattheballwhileyouwerecryingandIpromisetonevereverdoitagain! Ever!"
The words tore from his lungs in an almost violent shout that escaped him before he really registered what exactly he was saying. And then it did, and his face went pale. Oh no, no, no, no. Apology yes, promise yes, but the crying. He mentioned the crying again. After she told him not to, after he told himself to remember not to, he said it.

"I'm sorry that's not what I meant." He started quickly, sputtering like a broken engine. "Not the apology I mean, I mean the apology, every word, no not every word, not the crying part, just the crying part. That's the only part I didn't mean, because you weren't crying and I didn't see you cry and I'm sorry for saying that you were crying when you weren't and I just -" Oh god, this was too much, too many mistakes. He royally messed up.

Avery's hands which he had been holding up and shaking as if doing so would cancel out his erroneous words, fell limply to his side and his head dropped in shame.

"I'm sorry Bella." He said, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."





mood
It's over

location
hallway

outfit
school with a backpack





playing...
song title here

by artist here​




mentions
Casey

interactions
Bella

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Isabella Dupont
@bellaissima has set their status to:
well...

@bellaissima has set their outfit to:
fleur

@bellaissima has set their location to:
HA

@bellaissima has mentioned:
Casey

@bellaissima has interacted with:
Avery

@bellaissima has tagged:
Xed Xed
In the following days after the catastrophic event that was Winter Ball, Bella had been desperately trying to block the entire thing from her memory and just move on with her life. Isolation had been key, making every plausible excuse to lock herself in her dorm room and away from the judgemental eyes of her peers. Surely they all knew by now, they had to. It was in these confines of her room that Bella had devised a rather genius three step plan:
1) Fuck boys. Genuinely and wholeheartedly, they could go fuck themslves
2) Catch up on schoolwork, she’d fallen behind in all of her incessant worrying
3) Prosper.

Really that was it, and for a few days, Bella had actually been succeeding. She’d caught up on her assignments due that week, actually took some time to take care of herself instead of putting her worries into baking yet another dozen cupcakes. By the following school day, Bella had actually managed to work herself ahead in her classes.

Success.

Pushing open the door to exit her French Literature class, Bella paused slightly as her plan effectively disintegrated before her. There was Avery, practically shaking like a leaf in front of her, waiting for her out in the hallway for whatever reason.

Look, call her cold or whatever you want, but Bella had been avoiding Avery like the plague. To be fair, she’d also been avoiding Casey but for much different reasons. With Casey, Bella just wanted to forget him. Her infatuation had been a moment of weakness, a moment of pure foolish girlhood fantasy. In all honesty, she could do better than some idiot that had a weird obsession with fire and a single-digit IQ. Avoiding him and pushing Casey as far back and out of her mind as possible had been working.

Avery, not so much.

Bella was forever grateful that he had shown up when he did that night, she was certain that being alone after the whole Casey incident would have hurt her more than helped her. Besides, Avery was a friend and despite the pain Bella had been in, the drama had seemed to bring them closer. That was, until, Avery had made the stupid decision to kiss her. That was the reason that Bella had completely ditched him. The kiss hadn’t been bad. Honestly, it probably would have been better if it was some slobbery, too-much-tongue fiasco. But no, it wasn’t bad. It had actually been really nice, too nice to not immediately occupy every open crevice of Bella’s mind.

No, Bella had been thinking about that stupid kiss way too much in the past few days. She’d even had a dream about it in which she had woken up from with a racing heart and frantic mind. Part of her felt guilty for avoiding him, the other part hated that she felt anything at all towards him. Avery was a friend, surely the fluttering in her stomach and the heavy thump of her chest that came when she saw him in the halls was just residual feelings meant for Casey. The last thing Bella wanted to do was hurt Avery, even if he had made things complicated by kissing her.

“Avery,” Bella spoke softly, fingers clutching tightly onto the books in her hands, “what are you doing here?”

"Um Bella! Hi! Uh. I just wanted to… I wanted to um…" Avery stuttered, his face panicked. Bella took a few steps towards him, mostly to give her peers some room to exit the classroom but also in case the poor boy before her was about to pass out cold. "I'm uh… sorry I just need to -"

Bella hardly had time to react as something, a pink and heart-shaped something, flew out of his hands and directly towards Bella’s head. If it wasn’t for her quick reaction in raising her books to block her face, the box of chocolates would have pinged her right in the head. Thankfully, the chocolates bounced off her textbook and crashed onto the floor, the delicate outside packaging crumpling on impact.

"I didn't mean to - I just wanted to-"

“Avery, it is okay.” Bella continued softly, tucking her books under one arm as she bent over to grab the box at her feet. After a few seconds of pinching and gently fixing, Bella held up the box with a grin. “See? It is entirely fine, not even dama-”

"I'msorryforkissingyouthatnightattheballwhileyouwerecryingandIpromisetonevereverdoitagain! Ever!" Bella blinked, staring down the boy before her as her mind reeled in a desperate attempt to understand what he had just said. Avery had spoken too quickly for her to hear anything besides jumbled, nonsense syllables. "I'm sorry that's not what I meant. Not the apology I mean, I mean the apology, every word, no not every word, not the crying part, just the crying part. That's the only part I didn't mean, because you weren't crying and I didn't see you cry and I'm sorry for saying that you were crying when you weren't and I just - I'm sorry Bella." He said, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

All Bella could do was stand there, entirely shell shocked and speechless. What the hell was she supposed to say to that? Clearly he was hurt or upset or something deeply emotional but Bella didn’t know how to respond to that. At least he was apologizing for kissing her, but Bella wasn’t entirely sure that an apology was even needed.

“Avery, Avery please calm down.” Bella rushed, worry creasing her brows as they knitted together. “It is okay, I promise. There isn’t anything to apologize for.” Bella moved to extend her hand to rest on Avery’s arm but promptly subtracted it back to her side, fingers returning to their white-knuckled grasp on her textbooks. “Things… um, things happen, oui? Nothing to worry about. It is, um… I am not mad at you, it’s um…” Bella’s voice trailed off once again as her throat ran dry and her eyes found themselves staring intently at the ground. “Look, um, there is no reason to apologize. It is okay.”

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MOOD: Hm.

OUTFIT: School material.

LOCATION: School.
basics
MENTIONS:



INT:
Nikolai Harrowhark Harrowhark
tags
TL;DR Let's try this.
tl;dr
Teo

Teo felt pleased with himself. Sometimes, a little peep of an emotion welled up inside him, and that’s what kept him goin’ till the next little fling and the next lil pop that reminded him that he was alive.

That is to say, the fact that he seemed to get Nikolai on the hook. Get them talking to him more than a simple “hello, goodbye, have a nice day.”

After all, Teo lived for the thrill of the hunt more than anything.

So, he shoved his hands in his pockets and resisted the slight itch in his fingers for a cigarette as he was shown around the dance department - nothing new for him, mind you. He’d fucked a couple of ballerinas in his day. But hey, if Nikolai wanted to show him this, he sure as hell wasn’t going to stop it. It was just a opener for more fun things to come.

“I could even show you a couple moves.”

Doubtful. Part of his parents’ “crash course” in upper class living had been taking him to the ballet enough times where he’d stopped paying attention to the actual ballet and had instead started focusing on the form of the dancers.

Among other things.

“And I could show you a couple.” Teo paused, too arrogant? Probably too arrogant. Reel it back a little bit. Be a little less mansplain-y. “Not of the dancing nature.”

There. He threw in a little wink. Yeah, faking how to be a normal person. Nailing this.

They continued on their little tour. The itch still in Teo’s mind. The conversation just wasn’t interesting enough for him to forget about cigarettes. What a shame.

“Do you know all your positions?”

“I get the sense you aren’t quite talking about ballet anymore” He said, bringing as much dried out sarcasm in his voice as he could. A pause. “To answer the question, why spoil the surprise when you find out for yourself?”

Not if, when.

Dark eyes roamed over Niki’s frame as he watched the dancer stretch. Alright.

He made no move to start stretching himself. Absolutely not. He was… fairly solid as a person, actually worked out here and there. But definitely not flexible.

And he had 0 dance experience. None. Nor did he feel particularly interested in gaining any at the present moment.

“Flexible.” Simple. Straightforward. Maybe he should stop beating around the bush. Surely Nikolai knew at this point what exactly Teo was after. It’d be.. Very stupid for him to not. And he wasn’t going to underestimate their intelligence.

“I’m sure you’re a fast learner.”

“I want to learn if you can apply that elsewhere.” Teo grinned, sharp. “What do you say?”
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Avery Ohtani



"Avery, Avery please calm down."

Bella was right in front of him but her voice sounded distant and he didn't dare to raise his head, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor. He'd messed that up so bad. Unbelievably so.

"It is okay, I promise. There's isn't anything to apologize for. Things… um, things happen, oui? Nothing to worry about. It is, um… I am not mad at you, it's um…"

She was being so kind, more kind than he deserved, and that just made him feel more guilty because there was so much that he needed to apologize for and here she was trying so hard to give him a free pass, to forgive him even though that kiss had made her uncomfortable enough to run away and she was struggling to find her words.

"Look, um, there is no reason to apologize. It is okay."

"It's not okay!" Avery blurted out, his hands clenching the end of his shirt in a white knuckle grip.

"It's not okay…"

His eyes were starting to burn with unshed tears and he squeezed them shut. Was he making things worse by contradicting her like this? Maybe. But taking advantage of her kindness, her free pass, the number of wrongs he'd committed against her would just grow and that was just… wrong.

"I made you uncomfortable when I kissed you without asking and then I threw the chocolate at you and I told Casey you cried when you told me not to tell anyone, and then I messed up the apology," The words just kept flowing out of Avery's mouth without pause but he was too scared to stop because if he did, then he might lose his nerve and never apologize for all the things he needed to. He'd already botched one apology, he couldn't botch a second, he had to properly apologize, for everything.

"I made so many mistakes there's no way that's okay and I should have never kissed you at the ball that night. That was the worst mistake I made." The tears were on the verge of falling now despite his best efforts, even though he didn't really have the right to cry being the one in the wrong. He had to get this last bit out quick before they did.

"I swear that I, Avery Ohtani, won't ever kiss you again for the rest of my life." There he said it. He made the promise and he did it properly. The most important part. But after all the mistakes he had made was his promise even trustworthy? After all she'd asked him not to tell anyone she cried and then he went and let slip to Casey that she had. He wasn't trustworthy at all! His promise was worthless! Panic gripped him as he stood there trying to think of an answer, a solution, but nothing. He blanked. Was there any movie, any book he had read that had a similar incident? That could provide him with a clue? No, it was no good. He couldn't think of anything. Even fictional characters hadn't been nearly as terrible as him.

Still, like a ticking bomb, even without an answer, the words exploded from his mouth yet again with barely a pause.

"And I promise I will keep that promise forever!" His face was red from the shame of not being able to think of anything else and he continued to keep it bowed, facing the floor. All he could do was try to prove that he could keep this promise, no not prove. He had to make sure he kept this promise, by whatever means necessary. He didn't want to have a reputation as a guy who couldn't keep his word. There couldn't be anything worse.

"Then um… I got to go to class so um… goodbye." And without looking up, before he could hear Bella's reply, Avery took off running, or well, speed walking because running down hallways was bad and dangerous, and disappeared from her sight.





mood
Forgive me

location
hallway

outfit
school with a backpack





playing...
song title here

by artist here​




mentions


interactions
Bella

tags
geminiy geminiy


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with my buddy
Isaac Carlisle
Isaac laughed heartily. ‘A good influence?’ he repeated, cocking his head as he turned a small emerald ash tray over in his hand. ‘Yeah, good luck. Tell Scarlett what we used to do while her and my Mom were seven margaritas deep on a Saturday evening. I’m sure she’d really love to know all about what actually happened to her Saint-Louis Versailles vase.’

Isaac had fond memories of times with Ezra and his brother and felt somewhat nostalgic as he thought back to their childhood. He couldn’t really name any other long-standing relationships other than his friendship with Ezra and was glad to be reunited with him once more.

Isaac’s world was busy; people came and went as frequently as he could turn a modelling contract. He didn’t spend enough time with anyone. It was one minute here, the next minute there, leading to fast and fleeting connections. He knew a lot of faces and a lot of names, and ultimately they meant… nothing? Isaac cast the thought away, placing the ash tray back on its shelf and leaning gently against the wall.

‘So, tell me: what’ve you been up to lately? It’s been a long time, man. I want all the details.’ Said Ezra, looking up from a lump of clay he had begun working.

‘Honestly, man, it’s been a little wild…’ Isaac started, crossing his arms. ‘I’ve been out for a year, working on my modelling mostly. It was incredible. But you know my dad, he was worried that I would go off the rails or something. Says I should at least finish high school. But, of course, I was really starting to do well. So it’s a bummer, in all honesty, man.’ He threw his hand up, defeated. ‘I feel like I’m in prison. Got to do my time then I’m out.’

Isaac watched as Ezra moulded the wet clay on the wheel. His hands were steady and cautious, working seemingly effortlessly at his craft. Isaac found an unfamiliar feeling of quiet envy bubbling inside him – he had never made anything with his own two hands.

‘You ever thought about doing commissions?’ Isaac enquired.
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Addison MacKenzie



The tone in the other girls was unmistakably sarcastic, but she had said yes and Addison was bound and determined to have at least a little fun here tonight. The half-assed comment about her dress being ugly rolled off her shoulders and Addison followed swiftly behind Adriane as they made their way out onto the dance floor. At this point the insults felt like filler, Adriane wasn’t even putting her chest behind them anymore. Adriane’s unenthusiastic tone was fended off with a grin and step forward as Addison pulled the other girl closer to her. Her breaths were even and deep as she brought her mouth close to Adriane’s ear.

“I would ask when was the last time you danced with a partner of any merit, but it hardly matters. I’m most definitely better.” And then they were moving. Addison’s steps were practiced and precise as she led Adriane into an easy rhythm. She kept a respectable distance between the two of them for the first half of the song, a distance appropriate for a waltz-esq dance at a chaperoned highschool event, but that quickly got boring. The song picked up it’s tempo and Addison followed suit, removing the distance between her and her partner and quickening her steps along with the music. A couple that had been swaying out of beat next to them stumbled away as Addison’s leg swept out to dip Adriane as low to the floor as her flexibility would allow. The hand not wrapped around Adriane’s waist left it’s previous position to snake up her partner’s exposed neck before she snapped the both of them back up again.

“Have you got any other insults for me?” Addison’s cheek pressed lightly against Adriane’s jawline, mouth mere inches from the other girl’s ear lobe, “I haven’t got any for you.” She spun out before bringing them back close together. There were eyes on the edge of the crowd following their movements and Addison smiled.

“You’re used to attention, yes? Because there are plenty of eyes on you right now.” Another dip, “Come now, hit me.” The song had reached its peak and was beginning to fade out before Adriane could say another word. Just as quickly it was over and Addison was stepping away from the other girl to bow.

“Shame, I was so looking forward to your best.”




mood
amused

location
the ballroom

outfit
see bad desription





playing...
Arabella

by Arctic Monkeys​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Adrianne

tags
Winona Winona


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good morning x
niamh foster
Niamh woke up feeling well rested and optimistic. The Winter Ball was hilarious and had culminated rather successfully. She was enjoying the freedom that Hollywood could afford her. After the ball, she brought Ollie home and they said fuck it. It was unexpected and spontaneous, but it felt right. Her newfound friendships with Ollie and June alike brought her solace amongst the otherwise rough start Niamh was having.

Oates had been Niamh’s confidante, her companion from birth. Kian… well, Kian was Kian. Childhood best friend and - though she wouldn’t admit it - crush. Speaking to him again had reminded her of her fondness, though she was sad to find the sorry state that her old friends had landed in whilst they had been in Hollywood. In a not too ideal world, Niamh had hoped they could all just go back to how they once were. She hadn’t accounted for the fact that Oates would do Kian over and screw everything up. That’s when she really stuck her foot in it. why didn’t you just tell me the truth from the beginning? she had angrily text him. kian didn’t deserve that. you know kian – you’ve known him a long time!! doesn’t that mean something?

She agreed with Callum just to sort of keep everyone apart; what else could be done? In the meantime, she doted on Kian, now Oates was no longer top of the friend roster. Many nights she sat out on the back deck with a joint, struggling with the urge to text Kian, invite him over, put the world to rights like they used to. The situation felt all too tense for that; Niamh worried for saying the wrong thing and getting herself in a precarious situation again. Instead, she spent her evenings mostly alone, cooking and reading and smoking, waiting for Thursday - their first actual actual date.

Today, this morning, Niamh wasn’t thinking about any of that. She rose at eight, then taking a leisurely hour to complete her swimming laps and new yoga routine. After this, she dawdled to the kitchen, prepared herself eggs royale and an extra stack of toast, then breakfasted by herself in the formal dining room that no one used.

When she was finished, she checked the time. Ha, 10:03. Nevermind. She’d try make more of an effort tomorrow.

With her already late, there was no point rushing now. She smoked outside again, before sprawling across the couch and taking out her phone. She scrolled through her contracts before putting the device to her ear.

‘Junebug! Hello. I need your help with something.’
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"Goddess of Chaos"
Magnolia Darrington
@Rebel.lia.on has set their status to:
Dancing w/the devil

@Rebel.lia.on has set their outfit to:
Didn't expect to sweat

@Rebel.lia.on has set their location to:
Dance studio

@Rebel.lia.on has mentioned:
Josie, Newt, Jared, Angel

@Rebel.lia.on has interacted with:
Spencer ( Xed Xed ), Auguste ( qunqun qunqun )
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Maggie loved getting down and dirty in multiple ways. It was always so much fun for her to do things hands on, and it was the best way she learned. She could read how to do something, what a video on how to do it, listen to people tell her how to do it but until she got her hands on it and did it herself she wouldn't ever really understand. So she appreciated the fact that spencer was actually letting her help and do things to help make the sweet treat.

While Maggie had a reputation for wild and crazy things this wasn't something people would put on the to-do checklist for her especially at a party. However in Maggie's eyes that's exactly why it should be there. The less predictable she was the better she found it.

She had the mess of their macaroon creations all over her hands and a bit on her cheek from playing around a bit. She felt a lil bad because a bit was on the the sleeves of his jacket as well, but luckily since she was wearing it nothing really got on her dress. Not that she'd have cared regardless. She just made a mental not to wash it for him, or to give him a new jacket as a token of her appreciation.

Seeing him start to wash the dishes she then helped him clean by washing the countertops off. It was weird being sober this late with another sober person. Most of the time if her partying created a hurricane of a mess that's just how it stayed cause she and however she was with were usually too fucked up by the end to do anything about it. It was a dick move for sure, but it wasn't something she was ever conscious of in the heat of the moment. This was the first time in a long time she was. It actually made her feel a bit guilty in the pit of her stomach, but it's not like she could go back in time and change all that.

All she could do was try and be better right here and right now. Starting with not leaving this place a sugary pig sty. "You can say that again. We could even get matching sets if you want." She joked. Because no matter how guilty she felt on the inside Maggie wasn't going to ruin this night with her inner turmoil. Spencer had done such a great job of making tonight a blast she felt she owed it to him to make sure they finished just as strong.

Once they were done they made their way towards the prize of the night. She grinned taking up one of the macaroons, "Cheers to a great night and battle well fought regardless." She smiled before tossing the tiny treat in her mouth.

Which in hindsight might have been a mistake considering how much chocolate and caramel was in it. Regardless no regrets because let's face it Maggie's sweet tooth was unrivaled. that and that was just her motto. How successful she was in keeping it up was questionable, but she tried. She found it difficult to chew it and swallow as fast as him since she put the whole thing in her mouth, so she covered her mouth with her hand to reply. "I couldn't agree more." She replied like a chipmunk her cheeks still full before finally swallowing the last bits.

She grinned giving him a thumbs up at his comments, "Looks like we make a pretty great team."

Maggie looked on in confusion as he started to rush and apologize for the time. She pulled out her phone and saw it was just midnight. She'd spent much longer night outs then this especially when there were parties going on. She had no doubt there was probably an after party going on somewhere tonight if not multiple. IT was LA there was always something going on if you knew who to call or text. Maggie was certainly one of those people who knew just who to call...but for once?

For once she didn't want to.

She was actually satisficed. She had zero interest in hitting anyone up to see where those parties would be, or trying to entertain herself with something else the rest of the night. She'd had a good time and was ready to just wind down and enjoy the memories. "No need to apologize, it was fun, and I usually am up late regardless."

Shocking I know.

The shift in his tone and demeanor made her feel like the night really was over. It was probably for the best. Ole boy was probably tired since who knows what all he'd done before this. She just nodded and followed suit. It was kind of him to offer her a ride home since her original ride probably left with his unofficial girlfriend already, and her back up ride wasn't talking to her. She supposed she could call Newt or Jared but she hated depending on her brother, and what if Newt was busy? She didn't wanna intrude.

"Sadly nope, no license yet, but thanks." Something she knew she needed to fix soon. This whole always being dependent on others or ubers, and cabs was getting old. She just knew as well as everyone else that her recklessness would be multiplied if she had her own whip.

She was just about to take off the jacket and hand it to him when he told her to keep it, "Sounds good to me. That means you have to hang out with me again." She giggled light heartedly. That or she just got a cool free jacket and either was fine in her book, but she preferred the former of getting to see him again. Something about hanging out with him just made her feel good, and she wanted to keep that. As selfish as it might be all things considered.

She usually steered clear of nice guys like Spencer because her world was chaos. She never liked dragging people into her madness and the negativity that came with being connected to her. Spencer didn't know any better because he wasn't from around here, but he wouldn't stay blissfully naïve forever. It was best he stayed a nice guy she hung out with once in a blue moon. She shouldn't want more then that, it wasn't fair to him and his future. But friendship that felt like this? That made her feel better, like a better version of herself? It was rare. It wasn't till she got a taste of it that she realized how much she craved it.

She took the box with a soft smile and nodded, "Thank you, for everything. I had a lot of fun." With that the cab arrived and it didn't take long to get home. For the first time in a long time Maggie got home put away her treat and passed out without the aid of anything else or being under any sort of influence. It was sweet.
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Maggie and Auguste...two people who based on their default shown personalities probably shouldn't and wouldn't be anywhere near each other. Yet here they are. Why? Easy. Maggie is ridiculous and has ridiculous ideas. Then she puts them on other people to help her fulfill. a tactic that really shouldn't work as often as it does.

For starters she has it in her brain that this man and Angel were going to be her friends simply because that's what she wanted. She found them interesting, and fun. Sort of like when you see a commercial for a new toy. Of course she understood that these were people and not objects, but that didn't mean her approach was too much different. One just required money while her endeavor required socialization. Something that she considered to come seemingly effortlessly.

It was similar to how she felt about spencer, except Spencer was much more willing to befriend her and Spencer gave her different feeling which is why she wanted his friendship. August and angel? They were going to take effort, but she wasn't the type to back down or be scared of a challenge once she's made her mind.

Step one is getting time and having excuses to hang out with them. She still didn't know about Angel, but the perfect situation came to mind for Auguste, so here they were! In dance lessons because Maggie reached out to him. Sure she could've reached out to Spencer, but as previously mentioned she wanted to build a friendship of sorts with Auguste, so that's why. Though maybe Spencer wouldn't have worked her this hard. She couldn't remember the last time she was so sweaty and out of breath fully clothed.

It's ok! She needs this, and clearly needs the exercise. She can sing, so why not add dancing to her list of skills? It can only make her better and more marketable right?

Plus she needs to be better especially for one of the last real friends she has. That was of course Josie, for whom this little dance was for. She knew the girl was struggling, and she wanted to do something nice for her best friend. Something that for once didn't involve drugs, or alcohol or partying. Spencer had shown her you can have a great and fulfilling time without all that. So she wanted to do something similar for Josie, in a language Josie could understand, so what better language then Dance to show her how much she cared.

That didn't stop her from inwardly dying a little when he said to start from the top again. Yup she definitely couldn't be a full time dancer, this was intense. His teaching and energy while teaching was so different then what she'd experienced online from speaking with him. If she wasn't so out of breath and tired she'd be more impressed because it could sink in that there were really different sides to him then she expected.

But nope right now she needed to use her full brain power to keep up with his expectations. She went through the moves and motions as best she could trying to focus and remember all the little details he'd told her.

When he stopped her again to tell her how scary looking she was all she could do was let out an exasperated sigh and tired chuckle. She hadn't worked so hard on something in a while that brought such facial expressions out in her. it's been a while since anyone had even seen her resting bitch face...but that's because she hardly ever rested. Every moment of every day was up holding the image up holding the mask.

She supposed she was so focused on the dance she forgot to fix her face. Still she did as was asked and tried to smile as she ran through it again. When her next break finally came she piped up , "Yes please!" dramatically collapsing to the floor before laughing and sitting back up to assure him she was in fact ok and joking.

She got herself a water and curiously looked back at him as he began to speak again. Apologizing at that. She was so confused on why these guys always seemed to be apologizing to her for giving her exactly what she wanted. "You're fine honest! This was what I wanted, plus if you went easy on me it wouldn't come out as good." She chimed with a sweet tone, but it was still firm and honest. "You've nothing to apologize for."

When he changed the subject it was welcome. Clearly he felt a bit...nervous or awkward about before and she couldn't blame him for that. Plus this was step two of her brilliant plan. 1st get the chance to hang out (do something to cheer Josie up as a bonus) and step 2 actually talk and get to know one another!

"It was actually! better then I thought it would be." She admitted a bit too honestly. "I went with a friend, but he had to go be with his girlfriend or whatever they are, but then I ran into Spencer and we made macaroons!" She chimed. probably the most wholesome night she's had in forever. "Do you like sweets?" she asked curiously.

"What about you, how was your night?" It was only fair to ask it back right?
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MOOD:
Awkward

OUTFIT:
Workout

LOCATION:
Dance Studio
basics
MENTIONS:
Ezra, Kian


INT:
Maggie Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202

tags
TL;DR: I wasn't prepared for this kind of interrogation.
tl;dr
Auguste

Auguste listened to Maggie’s night. There was a ghost of a smile. Almost peaceful when it came to his usually heavy brow and solemn expression.

“Sounds like fun.” Spencer - Ezra’s brother right? The one that he’d liked a bit more when he’d first met the two. Funny how things worked out.

And then the conversation ball was back in his hands.

In theory, Auguste knew how conversation worked. He talks, then someone else talks, then he talks again, then someone else talks. So on and so forth. Yeah, he knew how conversations worked. He knew this.

It did not, however, prepare him for questions that were fired back at him.

“Do you like sweets”

“How was your ball.”

Both very normal questions. Both questions were pretty innocuous and pretty normal and on topic and really he should’ve expected something along the lines of “It went great! How’d yours go?”

But here he was.

“... ehm…”

… so here’s the thing.

He could barely “not starve” as a child. And before that he was on a fairly strict diet and training regime. So, where did that leave him on his relationship with sweets?

He was… pretty sure that he liked them, but that led to questions like “what’s your favorite” and well. He’d had breath mints, chocolate, and the odd pastry here and there that his friend would buy for him. He was fairly certain that none of those were his favorites.

“... I’m…” But also a relationship - platonic or otherwise - built on lies was a bad thing, wasn’t it? He didn’t want to do that. He could lie about something else later down the line. “... yeah. I like sweets.”

Hopefully she wouldn’t ask anything more on that.

The second question was a lot easier to answer - easy, he played babysitter to a high off his rocker Kian and tucked him into bed. Done. Simple.

But what if Kian didn’t want that entire thing broadcast to the world? It was probably embarrassing for him. He didn’t want to spread rumors that were unfounded. That would be very very bad. Okay. Here we go.

“I hung out with Kian.” Well, it was a form of hanging out, at the very least.

Hopefully that would be it, curiosity sated. That’s all he needed to say because the actual details of the night were… um… less than ideal.

“It’s nice though, that you had a good time. I hear that, ehm, that these kinds of things are rites of passage for teenagers no?” Well, his friend certainly had made a big deal about it. Auguste himself wasn’t quite sure if that was an actual thing.

“What are your plans for the winter break? Seeing family?” The second the question was out of Auguste’s mouth, he knew that was going to bite him in the ass later. Hopefully Maggie wouldn’t question too much why Auguste wasn’t exactly keen on going home for the holidays.

Wait. Speaking of Christmas.

He pulled out his phone and gave Ez a quick little message. Speaking of rites of passage: he wanted to give at least one Christmas gift this year. Just a little something to feel like he was actually making a difference in the world. So yeah, he’d gotten his one not-friend a not-Christmas gift in the form of a hand-knitted scarf and Calculus notes that he’d stolen from Nikolai.

One thing led to another, and apparently Thaddeus was going to make an appearance.

Auguste glanced down at his phone. Well, they weren’t going to be getting anything done anytime soon if he was going to make an appearance, now were they?

“Ehm… Ezra may be coming.” Auguste muttered awkwardly “He… apparently wishes to dance as well.”

Another lie, but Auguste had given him a very clear warning that if Ez had made an appearance then Ez would dance. Oh well.

“Have you two met? He is…” rude, obnoxious, extremely flirtatious, probably going to try to get in your pants “... a character. So… lucky for you I think we will not be getting anything else done when he arrives.”

He gave her a small sharp grin. He knew that he was probably pushing her a bit too much. That's what the break was for, at least. Even if he was itching to get back to it, he could indulge Maggie in a bit more small talk before he squeezed a little bit more practice in. It was the least he could do for their budding... work-friendship.
code by valen t.
 
MOOD: smok

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: da car
basics
MENTIONS:
snakes

INT:
Winona Winona (Ash)
tags
TL;DR no
tl;dr
Javier Cervantes

Javi shifted uncomfortably. His gaze traveled everywhere but the face of the girl before him, and his furrowed brows indicated that there was some trouble behind it. But he couldn’t place just what he was feeling. Anger, sadness… envy?

He was beginning to head out on his way before Ash’s voice froze his movement. His previous declaration about his intentions for the day was an obviously open invitation, but it still came as a surprise that the typically sensible girl agreed to tag along.

“Yeah,” he answered softly, nodding with the slow realization that he really did hate the thought of being alone, “I do.”

The blonde’s footsteps fell into place beside his own, traveling against the current of students trudging reluctantly to their morning classes. Despite his initial surprise, walking beside Ash felt natural, and that was when he started to question just how much he knew about the vodka-toting pop star. “Do you do this often?” he queried, just for his own personal curiosity.

And then the dreadful question arose; contrary to his expectations toward the obvious turn in the conversation, Javi was at a loss. He still felt like himself, so he couldn’t definitively say he wasn’t okay. Being set off and hitting someone was a common occurrence with the muscular bassist, but it was true that he hadn’t even attempted a sleazy pick-up line. Something was off.

He was reluctant to admit it, but Ash was right to ask. His mistake, he concluded, was in overestimating the girl’s cleverly-concealed dismay. Normally petty things like a little mood swing should have gone over both of their heads. And her changed mood surely should have cast a shadow over it. People around here were too wrapped up in their own shit that way. It's just the way things are.

Pushing out the door, Javier took a deep breath of air. It was the cleanest they’d get before setting foot in the car and pumping it full of smoke. “I don’t think so,” he finally answered, and a piece of him withered away at that admission alone. He was such a pussy. Was Ash gagging at that sliver of vulnerability?

“Are you?” he countered dully, his baritone voice breathy and resigned. He motioned for Ash to enter through the passenger door with a tired, but impish smirk. He then followed suit, throwing himself onto the driver’s seat. From the other end of the parking lot, he could faintly pick out the figure of a lanky, raven-haired boy and another shorter one.

Without a second’s delay, a small box of papers and a bag of green, pungent crumbs was being retrieved from the center console. He gently placed the box between his teeth, holding it in place for its eventual use. “I wanna know what’s wrong with you,” he dared to proclaim, his voice warped by the small object resting beside the corner of his lips.

There was a baggie of white powder hidden somewhere in the glove compartment, but Javi’s better judgment stopped him from staring at the compartment too long. He knew why his body ached, but he also knew he could get over it with a smoke like every other time. Especially in front of her.

“You’ve been awfully quiet since the ball.” His knowing eyes drifted to those of Ash, framing his lifted brows and asymmetrically pursed lips. He didn’t add to the statement for the sake of artificial nonchalance, but the hint of unspoken words was there. Instead, he continued to roll the joint to be shared between the two of them.

And finally the box of rolling papers left his mouth. “How’s that?” he asked, raising the thick joint to Ash’s face, offering a lighter on the other hand, “Enough to forget we go to school in a pit of snakes?”
code by valen t.
 
MOOD: Fuck it.

OUTFIT: Dance rehearsal (but we don't walk in our pointe shoes)

LOCATION: School
basics

INT:
Teo qunqun qunqun
tags
TL;DR Why didn't you say so?
tl;dr
Nikolai

The moment Teo said he could show them some moves, Nikolai’s suspicions were confirmed. He didn’t care; he didn’t care about dance, he didn’t care about the department, and he certainly didn’t care about her. That was fine, why should he? He just heard about some whore from a friend and wanted to try it out for himself. Cool. Nothing they shouldn’t have expected.

“I’m sure you can,” Nikolai agreed, holding back any amount of bitterness she might have harbored. It wasn’t personal. How could it be, he’d skipped that part. As annoying as it was, Nikolai had been on the other side of this interaction as well. They deserved a taste of their own medicine every once and a while. But they could do without the faux interest in any part of their life.

Teo continued to be nothing if not predictable. He ran with the positions as he watched Nikolai stretch, not even bothering to hide the way he looked at them. Shameless. She supposed that was better than spending more time beating around the bush. Okay, Teo, you win.

Nikolai glanced him over, “Teo…” They stood in front of him, gentle hand on his cheek, “If that’s all you wanted, you should’ve just said so in the hall.” This was what she was good at, there wasn’t any use in pretending it was dancing or even conversation. If this was what he wanted, they wouldn’t keep it from him.

The moment Nikolai’s lips touched Teo’s, they hit the light switch with their other hand. Less likely to get caught that way, and they didn’t need him seeing any of the less than pretty marks on their body. Much less vulnerable in the dark.

“Show me those moves you talked about.” Nikolai pushed Teo’s hair back, letting their eyes adjust to the dark. “I’ll show you a few of my own… Not of the dancing nature.” She repeated his words, even if it was obvious.
code by valen t.
 






Zeph Evermore


For a moment, as one would probably expect after being roughed up by Javier Cervantes, Zeph was a bit shaken and he just kind of stood there, back still pressed against the cool metal of the lockers. It was hard to really say how long he would've stayed like since, well, he was interrupted by a little redhead coming over and asking what happened.

What had happened? Zeph wasn't entirely sure, and he didn't really know how to answer that. Everything had happened so fast, escalated so fast... one minute he'd been standing in the hallway, looking in the direction of Javi, and the next he was being pinned against the locker and asked what people were saying about a guy he didn't even know.

"I don't know," he answered honestly.

And then she was reaching into her backpack with some kind of idea, and he leaned away from the locker, curiously watching Ronnie, but winced a bit as he craned his neck down to look at the smaller girl. Fuck, Javi was strong enough that Zeph felt as if he could've... he could've... snapped his whole neck if he really wanted to.

Guess that was a bright side to the whole ordeal -- his head was still attached.

Ronnie smiled at him, and Zeph found it kind of contagious so, despite the pain in his neck, he found himself smiling back down at her. Of course, as he did so, his smile faltered for a moment as he thought about ah... well, Stella. There was no way she'd be happy to see him with Ronnie, but...

Well, they were just friends now, right?

She was dating Hunter or... something.

At least, that's what his friend had said.

"Didn't know you were such a fighter, Nice Guy," she said, and he kind of gave an awkward chuckle. "You should try hitting back more. The ladies love it."

"Oh," he responded. Yeah, he'd heard that little thing before, but ah... "Stella likes that I don't, well... that I don't hit back, so..." he gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Guess not all girls."

Speaking of...

"Is that why you're dating Hunter?" He asked. Hey, it was an honest question. "'Cause he hits back?"




mood
chill

location
hallway

outfit
clothes





playing...
Uh Oh
by Junior Doctor​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Ronnie

tags
hery hery


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