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[MadeInAdelaide]

Quinn Fox

No thanks.

Quinn:
Quinn didn’t go to the party that weekend. She didn’t regret it either. Quinn Fox wasn’t one for parties. And from what she could tell from Twitter, shit had gone down, drama that she didn’t particularly wish to be a part of. She had better things to do, like work on that choreography for the video she was filming. Now, as she woke no Monday morning, Quinn felt clear and level headed, which was most likely more than most of her other classmates could say. Bright sunlight shone in beams through her blinds, and Quinn smiled as she sat up in bed, taking a moment to stretch her sleep-addled muscles.

Limbs blissfully loose and properly stretched, Quinn climbed out of her bed, taking a moment to make it, a habit she had formed when she had first moved to Hollywood. Everything in her apartment was neat and clean, and it all had a place. Except for when Saint was over. Then things usually got messy. Speaking of Saint, what time is it? They usually rode to school together, and from the light that now hit her directly in the face, it was getting late. She looked over at the clock that hung on her wall, an intricate thing that was a gift from her mother. 7:55. Shoot, they were going to be late if they didn’t get a move on now.

Groaning, Quinn stepped into her closet, taking precious time to pick out an acceptable outfit while she brushed her long blonde hair. She finally settled on a two piece white jumpsuit, and threw on a matching white blazer over it, grinning at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was naturally wavy, and she let it hang down her back. Quinn didn’t bother with much makeup, and simply brushed on some mascara and clear lip gloss while she threw her shoes on, grabbed her keys and purse and strode across the hall to Saint and Nate’s apartment.

“Saint Taylor you better be up!” She called through the door, hands on her hips. Knowing her luck, her best friend and Nate had already left without her. When she got no response, she knocked on the door a few times, sighing. Now they would really be late. “Nate? Are y’all in there? I’m going to leave without you if you don’t answer me.”
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[Winona]

No, quite honestly, no. Jace did not want to share the booth with this other girl. He had rented (or thought he rented, however there was a very good chance that he had forgotten... again) so that he could be totally, one hundred percent alone. That was the best way to live life, you know? Completely alone, secluded in his apartment or secluded here in the booth.

Jace did not want to have someone give him feedback. He wanted to set his stuff up and try things out in the only place that he felt utter bliss and happiness. He wanted it to just be he, himself, and him so that he could practice -- alone. Other people being around him just served to turn Jace's thoughts to mush and make his voice crack.

Well, there were a handful of friends that he could handle -- but only in small doses. A few hours once a week before he needed at least two days of sticking to himself to recover. Jace was a recluse.

However, it wasn't like he could tell her no or try and kick her out of the booth. That would be rude and Jace wasn't-- .... okay, so Jace could be really rude. But he wasn't going to try and be rude to a girl that he knew had gone through the emotional wringer over the weekend. Plus, she had been here first and it would be rude to kick her out.

End him now. This sucked.

"I... sure." His breath came out in a disappointed exhale as he spoke. As he agreed to Amy's idea. Awkwardly, uncomfortably, Jace unshouldered his guitar and carefully dropped it to the ground and leaned it against the wall. He took his time with it, mostly to try and drag out the silence before he would have to go and sit by Amy at the table or... whatever else.

Eventually, Jace could only pretend to awkwardly mess with his guitar for so long before he had to take the few awkward steps over to the table and took a seat in the other available chair. He pulled the strap of his satchel from over his head and situated the bag in his lap. Jace paused. Was he supposed to introduce himself?

Probably.

"Jace." He stated and started to rummage through his satchel but stopped, his hands still in the bag, to look back at Amy. "West. Jace West. My name." Well, at least his stuttering had more or less subsided. Instead, it was replaced by rigid words and awkward phrasing as he, again, turned his attention back to the bag to find his notebook.

Jace

INTERACTIONS: Amy

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: Kitsune2202

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[ohdittoh]

@sainttay
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MOOD || oops, i did it again
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OUTFIT || currently? his pajamas
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LOCATION || his apartment, whoops
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INTERACTIONS || quinn
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MENTIONS || nate, chas, dei, amy
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TAGS || MadeInAdelaide
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Saint had not intentionally missed the game and the party Friday. As unbelievable as that sounds, trust him; he genuinely hadn't missed either on purpose. He usually did have an excuse concocted for why he missed what when he missed, but this one, he could swear to you, wasn't invented.

This time, he'd stayed home and slept.

Before you jump to conclusions ("You missed one of your best friend's final games? Pitiful..."), he asks you to note: firstly, he'd stayed up the night before working on the sketch for a commission that a church had taken him out on, so he'd not gotten any sleep; secondly, he didn't mean to miss; and, thirdly, the only thing that had seemed to unfold was drama. So he was good, yeah?

Saturday, he'd awoken at noon to check Twitter, which was always a bad idea for someone who wanted to keep out of drama. Dei, as per usual, had made some choices that had ticked off a lot of people, and it looked like he and Amy had broken up. Shame, because Saint really liked Amy. Something had happened with Chas and another boy, which had devolved into a fight of some sort or something, and Nate was in it for some reason, too, with Chas exposing...coke addiction.

Yeah, it was good that he had set this party out. Drama made him tense.

Sunday, he'd worked more on the commission sketch, trying to figure out the logistics of the glass sculpture. It was going to be nearly four feet tall, which was a bit larger than what he was used to, and made of fiberglass. It was going to be insanely detailed, but they were getting what they were paying for. They were paying a lot, they were getting as much.

He'd gone to sleep at two am this morning, though. Downside of getting caught up in his craft.

So, of course, it came as no surprise that, when Quinn came knocking at his door, Saint was yet to be awake.

The yells, however, stirred him, and he drifted slowly back into consciousness, gradually growing aware of where his toes were, where his arms were, and who he was again.

He slowly rose in his bed, hearing the knocks on his door, and he rubbed his eyes tiredly, stretching and yawning.

“Nate? Are y’all in there? I’m going to leave without you if you don’t answer me.”

Oh, he knew that voice from anywhere...

Dazedly, Saint planted his feet on the floor and trudged to the door, the grey sweatpants and loose, white shirt that he had slept in twisted and turned from his deep sleep.

He opened the door, greeting Quinn with a tired "good morning" and another yawn. He ran his hand across the top of his curly hair. "Is it time to go already...?" he asked tiredly, walking back into his apartment, a small invitation for Quinn to come in.

He made his way to the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush. His eyes struggled to stay open as he began to brush his teeth. His eyes went to the clock.

Ugh...it looked like he was gonna make her late...

"So'ey," he yawned, toothbrush in mouth. "I o'er'ept."

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[Kitsune2202]

- Location.
HA school auditorium steps
- Mood.
Worried...
- Tags.
Zeph ( Winona ), Ronnie (Mentioned)
-Outfit.
Casual day

Ok...maybe she's put too much out there at one time. Maybe she should've spaced that out, maybe ask just the first question waited for him to think it over then ask the second. She hated sometimes that her mind seemed to go a million miles an hour, and while that was fine for her...others couldn't always keep up with that. She watched up get up from the steps pacing back and forth she hoped really thinking about her words and sorting things out for himself.

To her there was no rush to come up with an answer right away. Giving the girl a little space, might not be a bad idea in case she needed to think over these same things herself. However when he spoke up again she realized the main point of what she'd been trying to explain had went over his head and she sighed. "That's ok. You don't have to know this very second, I just wanted you to start thinking about it." She explained.

Then he said the words that she was scared of hearing from him. He was going to go find her...lost and confused and his head a mess he was going to go and try to find her and talk to her in that state. She wanted to suggest against it, but hadn't she technically already told him his first step should be figuring out his head, not her's. She didn't like repeating herself. She kind of felt however at this point it didn't matter what she said, he was going to go look for her and try and talk things out. It was the kind man he was. She just wasn't sure if Ronnie was mature enough to have that kinda conversation with him in his state of mind.

She didn't wanna see her best friend get hurt because of either of their indecisiveness, but what more could she do? She'd said her peace, made her points. Begging and pleading wasn't her style, he was old enough to make his own choices. All she could do now as his friend was stand beside him and support him through those choices. He was smiling, and she couldn't help but give in and smile back giving him a thumbs up, "If that's what you feel is right then that's what you do. You know where to find me if you need me." She stood up a moment and gave him a tight but quick hug, "Actually text me if you need me cause I feel like walking around a bit myself, I've got something on the brain. I'll tell you at lunch if it amounts to anything." She chimed acting as if it wasn't a big deal. Thank god that was her forte.

The song still playing, she'd not so accidently put it on repeat while he was pacing. What she didn't realize was while gripping it she'd accidently double tapped it which meant she'd liked the post. So much for anonymity.

She needed to get her own feelings straight before she gave Zeph any more advice. The blind leading the blind or in this case the messed up head space leading the messed up headspace was bound to end badly. Maybe she'd walk to the courtyard for some fresh air before classes started.

Stella J. Bailey

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[ohdittoh]

HUNTER DRAKE & NICKIE ABRAMS​

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“I, like, also had a call with my family Sunday evening. “I miss them, too. But, like, different kind of miss, you know," Nickie said.

"Yeah, I get what you mean." Hunter nodded his head.

The mention of her parents made him smile nostalgically about his own. Or rather his father. Sure they lived in SoCal, so he could see them any time he wanted, but the distance was still ways away. And there had been a long, unaddressed issue he still let linger in regards to his father's wife-- sorry, his stepmom. Sure, he didn't know his mother but he grew to love her from the stories told and he couldn't help but wish she was alive. Somewhere in him, he couldn't help but wish that he could've known her.

"Huh?" Hunter perked up, hearing Nickie's voice.

“Hey, Hunter, do you have any siblings or anything?” She asked.

He went silent for a few seconds and looked at her strangely. After another second, he said, "just a stepsister. Mimi. She's on the cheer team, remember?" And the moment he spoke, some of the players from the football team and spotted Hunter and he greeted them with a series of fistbumps and "bro hugs", which pulled away his hand away from Nickie's.

Nickie's smile faltered, and her face heated with embarrassment. Her hand went to her pocket and grabbed her phone. She cursed at herself beneath her breath, letting out a soft sigh. Yeah...it made sense that he didn't want to hold her hand. She hardly figured that he would have wanted to anyway...

She was dumb to get her hopes up. Then again, she had the tendency to hope for unrealistic things, huh?

"Right," she said, her voice quiet and her smile small. "I knew that...I don't know why I asked..."

Her ears rang, and she drew in a shallow breath. "I...," she began, but her voice trailed off, and she made gave sign that she was going to finish her sentence.

Her feet stopped at her locker, and she silently looked over at Hunter.

The energetic jocks left and Hunter, leaving Hunter alone with Nickie again and he turned back to face her. Immediately he noticed a drastic change in her demeanor. Something about the way she looked at him raised a cause for concern. "You alright?" He asked her.

"I'm good," Nickie said, but the very small, unconfident smile on her face made it obvious that it was a lie. She shuffled around in her locker. "I'm just...worried about today...that's all," she lied. She sucked in her bottom lip and worked her eyebrows, a sign that she was nervous.

Her mouth said one thing, yet Hunter's gut twisted in a way that made him suspect she wasn't being completely forthright with him. "You sure?" He didn't want to press her too hard, but he needed to be certain. "I mean, if something is bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?" He gave her a supportive smile.

She looked over at him, eyebrows knitting and unknitting, and she let go of her bottom lip, giving him a small smile again. Why did he care this much? He shouldn't worry about her. It was...nothing, really. She had no reason to be upset, and he'd done nothing wrong.

His supportiveness made her melt, but it also made her kick herself for making him worry.

"Yeah, I know," she said quietly, and she paused a long moment, her eyes meeting his. "I...just..."

Insecurities...what bitches...

"Hunter, are you embarrassed of me?" she asked quietly.

"What?" Came his immediate response. Her question caught him off-guard and his slightly-opened mouth, frozen, was evidence of that. "What do you mean am I embarrassed of you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "What would ever make you think that?"

"I was just wondering!" she said quickly, forcing a big smile. "I was just wondering."

She worked her brows again, turning back to her locker, and she shuffled around a little bit.

Something poked at her brain: her guilty conscience working the fact that she couldn't keep lying to him.

She looked over at him in her periphery. She was...embarrassed that even this small thing made her worry...

Nickie squeezed her eyes shut and drew in a shallow breath. "I just...you didn't want to hold my hand...," she said quietly, still facing the locker. "So..."

"Hold up!" Hunter had to take a moment to process what was happening. He couldn't recall her wanting to hold his hand. Or maybe she did and I-- Hunter shook his head. He was confusing himself more than he already was.

Hunter leaned against the locker next to her, body facing the side of her head. "Nickie, I don't remember you ever wanting to hold my hand." He ironically brought his hand up to her face and caressed the bottom of it. "Nickie, look at me. Please."

Nickie's breathing hitched, and her eyes moved to him. Her face heated up again.

God. She was too embarrassed. She was worked up over nothing, and now she was worrying Hunter.

She gave him the biggest smile she could muster. "I-It's fine...I'm...it's stupid." She turned her her head towards him. "I'm...just overthinking it. I'm sorry, it's dumb," she laughed softly, eyes darting away. "It's...dumb."

"Don't say that., you're never dumb. If anything, I'm the dumb one for not realizing what you wanted." without saying anything, he spoke, the fingers of his free hand connected with hers. "I promise I'll be more observant next time." He smiled and kissed her on her cheek.

Her face heated up even more, and she gave him an odd look-- one of worry, relief, and surprise.

Gah. So she was just overthinking everything, and he was saying that she wasn't dumb to spare her feelings...he was too nice.

"Hunter, it's not your fault," she said quietly, smiling softly. "I...uhh..." Words, words... "I'm just...thinking too much about everything. I'm just nervous. Antsy. You make me nervous."

The last sentence had slipped out.

"Uhh..." Her ears turned red, and she lost her words. "You...I..."

She closed her eyes and drew in another short breath. She squeezed his hand lightly, and then she opened her eyes and gave a genuine smile. "You do too much for me, anyway. Don't worry about me."

"I can't help myself." His response came with a short chuckle. "But okay, I'll try and not be so worried about you." He nudged her shoulder jokingly.

She couldn't help but let out a little laugh despite herself. "You're...too good." She smiled. "Too good for me. Like, I really, really don't deserve to have you even, like, talk to me, Hunter." She nervously put a hand on his face. "But..." She gave a short, nervous laugh, and she stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him. "Thanks."

As she spoke, and for a few moments after, Hunter couldn't tear his eyes away from hers even if he wanted to.

"So, abo--" His throat went dry as he was about to bring up the other night. Uncertainty evolved into temporary mutism. And then he found himself lost in her brilliant sapphire eyes.

Staring into her blue eyes reminded him of when they were in her car and she got emotional about something. He mulled over that conversation and the moment she had told him she loved him. He didn't expect that and he didn't have a response for her nor did he now. The boy wasn't even sure what he felt for Nickie was that (or he was too afraid to admit it). Whichever the case, at the least, Nickie could take solace in his presence. At least, he took solace in hers.

"No problem!" That was such a lame response but Hunter didn't know what else to really say. "But, hey, I gotta meet a few people before classes start, but we should definitely hang out later. I mean, only if you're okay with that."

"Hang out? Of course," she said, smiling. "I always love to do that. I...don't think that I'm busy tonight, actually." During the day, she very rarely hung out with him, so it was only natural that she suggested meeting up at night. They had more privacy to talk-- or not talk-- that way, anyway.

She paused a moment to brush her hair behind her ears. "Or tomorrow night. If you're free one of those two, you could...come over..." She looked away shyly. "Or we could just...wait and hang..."

Somewhere in the silence afterwards were the unspoken words at the fair.

Hunter shrugged with a smile. "Awesome! I'll text you later and we can just take it from there!"

She looked at him again, smiling. "Yeah. I'll catch you later." She turned back to her locker. "Just hit me up, you know."

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

AFFLUENZA

Chase didn't bother trying to explain to Javi that, no, he didn't want to 'get in on shit', because the situation was wayyyy too complicated. On the one hand, Nate was technically Chase's friend. On the other hand, Chase was lowkey really judging Nate for outing Chas. But then again, Chase really, really, really hated Chas. And then even if Chase's own opinions were ignored, that didn't change the fact that Evie cared about both of these guys, and she was the only person whose good side Chase even wanted to be on, and he wouldn't know who to side with in order to achieve that. So as much as he did kind of want to get involved in the action, it wasn't really worth the risk.

Besides, after Dei had pretty much said his - albeit aggressive - piece, he was letting Nate go and... kissing Evie. Chase blinked, having been unaware of the... progression of their relationship. He knew they'd slept together, of course, but for Dei to kiss her in public was very relationship-y. Chase almost wanted to vomit, but luckily any feelings of sickness were eased by the reappearance of Javi's admittedly very nice-looking face. And seeing him spit on Nate's shoe should have been disgusting and awful and certainly not hot. Chase blinked at Javi, having to take a moment to recall what he was talking about with his 'somewhere else'.

"Oh, um..." Chase hesitated as he realised that he didn't really have anywhere to take Javi. All the spots he could think of were hook-up spots, and that might be a bit presumptuous. So, instead, he offered "How about a shitty tour of the school?"

Chase

MOOD: men

LOCATION: School

OUTFIT: x

INTERACTIONS: hery

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[Kio.exe]

Kane Blackmore

It’s going down like I told you.

Kane:
Kane had been in Chicago that weekend, and had missed both the homecoming game and the after party, which was a dangerous thing to do when you practically ran the school. In his absence a void of power was present, and drunken idiots were sure to misbehave. And they did. The amount of drama that unfolded while he was gone was absurd, something that would have never happened while he was there. Kane had just gotten back early that morning and after a five hour long flight, he was exhausted. He couldn’t afford to miss any more school, however, not when the halls were surely buzzing with crackling energy left over from the weekend, and according to Twitter, new students. Kane would have to be there to ensure they knew who he was, and what he meant to the school. He’d make an example of someone if he had to.

Blinking blearily at his phone, Kane sighed as he looked at the time. 8:00. Classes started any minute. Shit. He all but rolled out of bed, narrowly avoiding banging his head on his nightstand. Standing, he opened his closet doors and took a minute to survey his choices, settling on something simple: a white button up shirt, the top three buttons undone, and black pants. Studying himself in the mirror, he grinned. He looked like a prince, and rightly so. What a good day to be Kane Blackmore. Well every day was a good day when you were him…
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Kane pulled into the school, parking his shiny red 1969 mustang convertible right next to the front doors, pushing his sunglasses onto his face before stepping out of the car, grinning. As usual, as he walked through the large front doors, heads turned in his direction, the looks they gave him varying from: “oh shit, Kane’s back” to “wow Kane looks really nice today”. As he walked down the halls, towards his locker, he shot grins in the directions of everyone he made eye contact with, and like the Red Sea the crowd parted to let him through.

When Kane finally got to his locker, he leaned against it and watched the scene unfolding down the hall, where who he assumed were the new kids were talking to Jack and Ash. The guy—Nic—radiated an aggressive energy that didn’t bode well with Kane. And from the look on Jack’s face, Kane could he didn’t like it either. A slow smile spread across his face as Nic’s hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. Kane would pay to see the fun loving Aussie fight the new kid, but he knew that was highly unlikely. Jack was more prone to hug the people who pissed him off. There was that one time, sophomore year when Jack had nearly knocked Kane out over a joke. It was how the two had met, and now Jack was one of his best friends.

The girl—Maggie—had a softer energy about her, as if her opacity was turned down. From his position against his locker, he could see the brunette smiling shyly at Ash and Jack, her hands flitting this way and that, like a nervous bird. Yes, today would certainly be interesting.

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[MadeInAdelaide]

Jack Hill

Really, Ash?

Jack:

Jack shot a glare at Ash, hoping to convey something along the lines of: “Really you’re sticking me alone with the pretty new girl, how could you?”. After he had (hopefully) relayed his message, Jack grinned down at Maggie. “Sure, I’d love to show you around Maggie! You’re in music, right?” He asked, looking up at Nic before glancing back down. The new kid’s hands were clenched by his side, ire rippling off of him in fierce waves of aggression. Interesting. Jack didn’t see the point in fighting especially over mundane things like girls, or sports. But, of course, Jack couldn’t judge Nic too harshly. He’d almost sent Kane Blackmore to the hospital over a dispute about a girl he had liked when he’d first moved to America.

Speaking of Kane, Jack spotted the boy out of the corner of his eye, observing them from down the hall. He must have just gotten back from visiting his family in Chicago. Jack turned to face him, waving, an invitation for him to come over, and to hopefully spare him from making a fool of himself in front of Maggie. Kane and Jack had been friends since that day, even if their friendship was completely unconventional.

Jack liked to think that he was well liked at HA, and made an effort to make everyone feel included in his circle of friends, but he still had a group of close friends, including Jace, Kane and Quinn, Twitter’s “card gang”. Quinn didn’t really hang out with anyone besides Saint, but Jack lived right next door to her, and over the past two years they’d become good friends. Jace was probably his best friend, and Jack didn’t know what he’d do without him. He’d certainly made Jack’s life more bearable when he’d first moved to HA.
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[Kio.exe]

Maggie Fields

Please don’t fight.

Maggie:

Maggie smiled up at Jack when Ash suggested he show her around. “Yeah! I’d totally appreciate that Jack, thank you!” She told him, looking in the direction he waved. A boy with dark brown hair and sunglasses on stood down the hallway, leaning against a locker, observing them. Maggie looked up at Jack, frowning, but then relaxed a bit when she realized that this was probably one of the Aussie’s friends. A sort of authority radiated from the boy, and from the looks people were giving him, Maggie assumed he was someone important in the school.

“And yeah, I’m in music,” she told Jack, right as the boy walked over to them, each of his steps measured and confident. He stopped before them, taking a moment to smile at Ash, before observing Nic. When he smiled up at the new boy, his smile turned almost feral, almost a metaphorical bearing of his fangs. He turned to Maggie and Jack, his smile softening a bit, but not much.

“Kane Blackmore,” the boy said, nodding in her direction before raising his brows at Nic. A barely contained threat simmered from Kane, and Maggie was instantly aware of the tension between all three boys, created by Nic. Was this a typical day at Hollywood Arts?

Maggie stepped away from Jack’s side to draw the attention from Nic. “Oh hi Kane! I’m Maggie, and this is Nic,” she said, giving him her best smile. She looked down at her phone, checking the time. “Oh would you look at that! It’s just about time we got going, right Jack?” She said sweetly, nudging Jack discreetly with an elbow. She wanted to get away from there before the boys were at each other’s throats.

“Kane would you like to come with us?”

Interactions/Mentions: MadeInAdelaide Winona Mood: Here Other: July—Maggie Fields

 

[Kio.exe]

Nic Thompson

Don’t test me.

Nic:

Nic looked between Ash and Jack, before nodding. “Yeah, sure, whatever,” he told Ash, as another guy walked over. It was like he was a magnet for pompous asshats. The boy introduced himself as Kane, and the look he gave Nic was hardly civil. He’d heard about Kane, HA’s resident ‘top dog’. Apparently he was the stuck up rich kid of Chicago’s prime business people, and had a history of trouble with the law. From what Nic could see, Kane just looked like a bored asshole looking for a fight. And Nic would give him one if it came down to it.

Unfortunately, his plans to use Kane and/or Jack as boxing practice were ruined when Maggie interrupted them, the tense energy instantly lessening as she spoke. It was time to go, however, and he looked down at Ash in confirmation. At Maggie’s offer to let Kane join them, he shook his head, shooting another glare in Nic’s direction.

“I’m alright, thanks Maggie. I”m a busy man, things to do, places to be, you know how it is,” Kane said, grinning at Maggie, before walking away. Weird guy, Nic thought, before watching Maggie and Jack walk off. Suddenly he was alone with Ash. “So, classes…?”

Interactions/Mentions: MadeInAdelaide Winona

 

[Winona]

Good. So, for the most part, it had worked. No fights. Granted, Ash now had the new guy that had -- so far -- managed to piss off pretty much every person he met, save for maybe... three. Herself included, of course. But that was fine. She could show him around and it would be a nice distraction until classes started.

"Right, yes, classes." She repeated as she started down the hallway -- moving in the opposite direction of Jack and Maggie. "You're music, too, right? I'm guessing since your locker is in this hallway and everything." Was she rambling? Maybe, but her mind was a jumble of incoherent thoughts, all bouncing against each other and begging to be sorted.

"Music is totally the best department here, though." She continued -- leaving out the part about how the music students tended to... well, fight. A lot. Granted, it seemed like everybody tended to fight a lot. "Oh, and we'll have classes together."

As they walked, she pointed some classrooms and areas of interest, but didn't spend too much time on any of it. After all, there was a lot and no tour would give Nic all the help he needed. He'd still be lost for the first week or so, and then the school would become easy to navigate. At least, that's what had happened with Ash.

"So Nic, where are you from?" Small talk was obviously not her forte, and she was pretty sure it wasn't his, either.

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Nic

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: Kio.exe

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[geminiy]

Elias Johannes

Elias Johannes was many things: a kind soul, an artistic being, a lovely brother, a loyal friend, an outstanding student. He danced until he could dance no longer, sung words like they were the keys to his heart, spoke soft words like honey. Yet there was a singular thing he could not do: flirt. Gen had tried many times to teach him the subtle art of wooing but how the hell was he supposed to ‘woo’ a girl he had practically bulldozed over just moments earlier?

“No no, I really am sorry. I, uh, was distracted. Not your fault I can’t seem to get my head out of the clouds. They’re, uh, they’re looking sufficiently fluffy today.”

Oh god, Elias, not the clouds. You can do better than that. Who the hell says the clouds look ‘sufficiently fluffy’ anyhow? What does that even mean? He could feel Gen’s metaphysical glare digging into his back, her wise words of pure experience calling him a complete fool. Yeah, she’d say something like that, though perhaps much more elegantly. With a gentle rub to the back of his neck, Eli’s grin popped back onto his face as the girl showed him her schedule. Looking over her shoulder, Eli’s finger scanned the page to find the class number.

“Oh! You’re on the completely wrong side of the school.” Eli laughed, waving for her to follow him. “Come on, your class is on the way to mine, I’ll drop you off.”

Practically jumping out of his skin at the ‘beautiful name’ comment, Eli found himself gripping the strap of his bag tighter to keep his hands from tapping out subconscious rhythms of anxiety. January, the now named girl, seemed far more confident than he who was in the process of completely melting down.

He needed Ash. Good thing they had a lunch date with cookies and hugs. Poor fool was going to need it.

“I, uh, thanks! It’s a family name, my great paternal grandfather’s name, actually.” Eli explained, trying to calm his voice. “I usually go by Eli. January is a pretty name too, a good month. Fresh and new, sorta like you, I guess!”

Ah yes, that is what the pretty girl wanted to be called: fresh and new. Try harder. Eli made a mental note to smack himself in the forehead later.

“So, uh, welcome to Hollywood Arts!” Eli formally greeted as he led January down the halls to the visual arts sector of the school. “Photography, huh? That’s so neat! We don’t have many in this school so you’ve chosen a great place to study. Most of our visual kids are in visual arts or drama. They put on a wicked festival every year where everyone gets to display their stuff and wow, it's cool.”

Ranting, Eli, you’re just rambling on. Please, dear sir, hold it together.

As they walked down the neverending labyrinth of the halls, Eli and January finally arrived at her classroom, a large photo studio. He’d been inside a handful of times before, mostly modelling movements and shots for the photo students on his time off.

“Right this way, my dear!” Eli chirped as he cleared the way, gently placing his hand on January’s upper back to guide her inside. Looking around, Eli’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Hmm. Guess Mrs Patsy isn’t in yet, strange considering she’s usually here early. So, where’d you come from? I mean where are you from?”

location

auditorium

mood

'someone help me I am panicking'

outfit

pretty fly, dude

tags

january sunshineysoul

coded by natasha.

 

[sunshineysoul]

january quinten

visuals

backyard boy by claire rosinkranz

dance with me in my backyard boy; looking super fine in your corduroy.

class junior
department visuals;; photography
tags geminiy

january felt herself laugh at how the boy stumbled over his words. it was sweet, she could tell that HE was sweet. her stomach did backflips as she felt him stand so close behind her. doing her very best to maintain her normal breathing, january just focused on eli's words; saying that she was on the complete wrong end of the school was perfect. of course she would be. since she wanted to be on the right side of the school, she began to follow eli as he took off. she had no idea if she was supposed to be behind him or next to him, but for some reason she decided to walk behind him. he cleared the way for her as she simply followed. however, she quickly realized he was still trying to talk to her, so she fastened her pace to be at his side
january just KNEW her entire face heated up when eli said her name was pretty, she felt the blush all the way in her ears. she tried to hide her face with her hair, but then cursed herself when she remembered she had an updo going on. a small thanks muscled its way out of her mouth, jan being unable to stop herself from smiling.
"yea photography wasn't my first choice, but apparently i'm really good at it." january hated that she said that. she didn't even want to think about how she initially got rejected from Hollywood Arts, and she certainly didn't want this super cute boy to know either. she tried to move past it by quickly commenting on the next thing eli said. "oo a festival? that sounds like so much fun. i love festivals."
they finally made it to the classroom and it was beautiful. an entire room was turned into a studio.. well.. more like an entire studio was morphed into a classroom. there was so much equipment that january had only ever dreamed of using in photoshoots. to say she was excited would've been an understatement. she almost forgot about elias who was standing right next to her... almost...
"oh! i'm actually from sedona arizona." another laugh of her rang out as he stumbled through his words, again. "it's about an hour or so away from pheonix. a lot of people write arizona off to be this big, desert waste land, but sedona is a beautiful forested area with rivers and lakes and it's just so incredibly beautiful. no one ever thinks about it, but that's why i loved taking photos of everything and spreading the natural beauty of it all,"
january's voice slowly faded out and she felt herself get incredibly nervous again. "i'm talking too much, huh? sorry i ramble when i'm nervous and i can't really explain why i'm so nervous or else i'll be EMBARRASSED and those two emotions don't mix well and," she could see his eyes were wide, she figured it was with confusion. mentally slapping herself for that entire outburst, especially almost telling elias that she already had a crush on him without knowing anything about him. she took a breather before talking, hopefully a lot slower and understandable. "i'll shut up now. you tell me about yourself before i start rambling again"
january wanted to get back in her car and drive all the way back to sedona and hide away for the rest of her life.

coded by incandescent

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xoxo

basics

too many tbh

mentions

nate Winona
chase LowkeyLovingLoki
javi hery
kordei fin

interactions

Evelyn Sinclaire

evie ~ eighteen ~ senior ~ plastics; fashion

Evelyn’s expression shifted from one of concern for Nate (even though she felt like he could hold his own in a fight) to one of annoyance as Dei continued to berate Nate. And for what? Chas Marino? Sure, what Nate had done wasn't right, and outing someone was really bad but of all people to defend she didn’t get why Chas would be high up on anybody’s list. She never understood the friendship between Chas and Kordei even when she was dating the football star. “Come on, Dei. Cut it out," Evie managed to say again in hopes of getting him to ease up. Just as she got the words out, Javier pushed past her to join in her ex’s taunting game. Who the hell even was this guy and why did he feel the need to stick his nose in?

“Why don’t you mind your own business and back off,” she snapped at Javi, not caring that she'd just met him five minutes ago. Chase’s future boy toy was really starting to piss her off. It was obvious he just liked being in the mix based on his actions on Twitter and this was only further proving that, in her opinion. Her anger grew when he spit on Nate’s shoe. Who the hell even did that? How fucking disgusting. Part of her wanted to do more but out of respect for Chase being like a brother and clearly liking the guy (for whatever reason) she chose to reign in her attitude, a little. “I think your new friend is gonna need a proper leash,” she spat out, her eyes moving from Javi to Chase. Before she could say much else Dei was stepping up to her, wasting no time in planting a kiss on her lips and she felt like returned the gesture almost involuntarily.

Honesty, Evie was certain the move was more for show than anything, a chance to "mark his territory" in front of Nate. Like she was a trophy to be won. Ugh. She knew him well enough to know his mind and what was running through it. "I just punked you in public and I'm taking Evie back." The message he intended to get across was clear in his actions as his hand slipped under her jacket and around her waist. She really didn't have to think about why she had let him kiss her even after he was a complete dick to Nate. It was Dei and her feelings for him clearly outweighed her common sense most of the time. Something that she had always both loved and hated was that things could be so easy with him. She knew that wasn't always a good thing though.

Even though part of her was wanting to stick around with Kordei, she knew his game. Evelyn Sinclaire wasn't going to be another one of his easy hookups. Especially not with their history. "I can't be late for class. I'll catch you around later," she said as she pulled herself away from his side. Her eyes lingered on him for a second waiting for a reaction before they moved back to Nate. "Will you walk with me?" she asked, knowing it would not only piss off Dei but make him jealous. Not that it was why she'd done it...okay maybe a little but it wasn't the only reason. Nate had stuck up for her in the line of fire on Twitter and as much as she still felt for Dei, he'd been nowhere to be found except when it came to defending himself. He never even told her about Amy finding out until it was too late and that meant something didn't it? Where the hell was the respect for her? Whatever.

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

MOOD: hot

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: school hallway

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
LowkeyLovingLoki (Chase)
jasmyn (Evie)
fin (Kordei)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Javier Cervantes

"Woah, easy there, princess," Javi purred, sending a challenging stare at Evie, "I'm the new kid, everything is my business." With a devious grin, he placed his hands in the air as a sign of surrender, slowly backing up so he was standing at Chase's side. The girl was restraining herself, that much was obvious. He in no way wanted a fight with her, but there wasn't a chance he would let Barbie here talk to him like she owned the place.

Chase could talk all he wanted, but Javi would have him wrapped around his fingers in no time. He was a hedonist at heart and took it upon himself to bring the excitement wherever he went, at twice the normal pace. It was clear Javi posed somewhat of an abnormality between Chase and Evie, but what would either of them do? They were both clearly no stranger to asshole hookups.

Shooting another haughty glance at Evie, Javi pulled Chase in by the collar and kissed him just as he finished speaking, his eyes drifting to the corner of his sockets to fix themselves onto Evie's. Who's really on the leash here, bitch? Contrasting the rough initiation, Javi gingerly released Chase, getting a good look at his adorably boyish features. The way he shut up and his eyes went blank every time Javi looked back at him drove him wild.

He paid no mind to his public lack of personal space with Chase, having garnered a reputation at all of his old schools for being a flirt. And for being rather crude. Regardless, he kept his hands to himself after the kiss, for he feared his hands would grow minds of themselves if he wasn't cautions. After impishly sticking his tongue out at Evie, he grabbed Chase's wrist and tugged the boy past the group gathered at the lockers. As he passed them, he waved and called out to Dei, "Pleasure meeting you, man. See ya around!"

"Fuck tours, dude, just find me a janitor's closet or something. Or if you're feeling real trashy, a bathroom stall." No matter how far Javier had dragged Chase, there seemed to be no indication that the crowds in the hall were thinning. He would have to miss first period for the sake of avoiding people, as apparently there was no crevice in the hall he could find that didn't have some sort of student or staff member lurking by. He awaited Chase's response as they walked, getting goosebumps just thinking about where he would suggest they go. That is, if Chase wasn't entirely offended by his forwardness. But he'd gotten this far, right?

code by valen t.

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

AFFLUENZA

The guys that Chase normally hooked up with were emphatically against kissing. That was just too gay for them; gayer than the actual sex act itself. Chase thought it was stupid, of course, but what did he care? As long as he got something out of it. So in all honesty, it had been a little while since he'd been kissed. And he wasn't used to Javi's suaveness, either. In Chase's experience, he and his hook-up exchanged a few text messages, awkwardly met up for the first time, and then it would slowly get less awkward. But it had never been like this; he barely spoke to them in person. So, when Javi kissed him, suffice to say that he was a little bit shocked. Luckily, instinct aided him in kissing the taller boy back, one hand flying up to grip the wrist attached to the hand that had hold of his collar.

Before he could completely forget where they were and get too carried away, Javier was pulling back. Chase, dazed, didn't even know what to say, so he just sort of stared at the other boy. He hated that Javi could do this to him; make him feel like he was some kid who'd never kissed someone before. He chalked it up to just not being used to being able to be like that with someone in public, but in the back of his mind, he knew that wasn't the reason. He had half a mind to smack Javi's hand away when he grabbed Chase's wrist, but he obviously liked control, so Chase decided he'd allow it for now. As they passed the group, he turned to look at Evie, throwing his pinkie to his mouth and his thumb to his ear, signalling that he'd call her.

He was quickly noticing that Javi was easily the most straight-forward guy he'd ever been with. Straight guys liked to beat around the bush as if they weren't sure if they actually wanted to do something gay, so Chase was always left asking the questions and trying to be - ew - gentle. Clearly, that was not needed with Javi. He blinked, running through potential locations in his mind before deciding on the old janitor's closet down at the visual department. He'd had a fair few... events in there. "Janitor's closet," he said, stepping quickly so that he was in front of Javi and leading him now. "I can do that."

Chase

MOOD: wow

LOCATION: School

OUTFIT: x

INTERACTIONS: hery Winona

code by valen t.

 

[MadeInAdelaide]

Quinn Fox

We’re going to be late.

Quinn:
Quinn followed Saint back into his apartment, sighing as she followed him into the bathroom. She sat on the closed lid of the toilet, crossing her legs and resting her chin in her hands as she watched Saint brush his teeth. He mumbled something incoherent that Quinn took to mean: “Sorry, I overslept”. At least she hoped so. She merely continued watching him as he got ready, fidgeting with the keys in her hand.

“We’re going to be late,” she told him after a few minutes, raising an arched eyebrow at her best friend. She didn’t particularly care, as the vast majority of HA’s students would probably be late today. But with there being new students, and Kane coming back she wanted to be there. Her relationship with Kane was complicated. They were friends, sure, and had that whole running ‘card gang’ joke, but they weren’t close, not like her and Saint. As her eyes flicked over her best friend now, she smiled. NO certainly not like her and Saint. They were like siblings. Jack was another one of the card gang, though Quinn certainly liked him more than most people. The Aussie lived next door to her, so they hung out often. Jace was the last member of the gang, and she had mixed feelings about Ash’s brother. He was nice, sure, but seemed too timid and, well, weird for them to be too close.

New students were always exciting, and she hoped one of them was in dance. They certainly needed more people. Quinn looked back up at her friend, studying his sleep-lined features. Was he as excited as her?

“What did you do last night that you overslept?” She asked, getting up from her seat to stand by his side.
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Interactions/Mentions: ohdittoh Winona Kio.exe

 

[ohdittoh]

@sainttay
filler

MOOD || yawnnn
filler
OUTFIT || uhh, the same pants hes worn all weekend and a dirty—well, clean enough— sweatshirt
filler
LOCATION || the parking lot of his apartment, whoops
filler
INTERACTIONS || quinn
filler
MENTIONS || n/a
filler
TAGS || MadeInAdelaide
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Saint spat out his toothpaste and grabbed a plastic flosser from a cup beside the sink. “I shayed up wo’king’nn,” he said as he worked his flosser through his teeth. “On dath sthull’uh.” His brows furrowed. “The k’ur’h unn.” He flossed at his back teeth. “Uhh h’il hh’orr.”

He grabbed his mouthrinse, throwing the flosser into the sink, and he swigged it around and spat it out. He studied his face in the mirror, rubbing his chin and moving his neck about to check if his stubble was not-noticeable enough for him to go to school without running a razor of his face. “I stayed up working on the sculpture. The church one. Until four,” he repeated, this time his words intelligible. He prodded his hair with a few fingers. “Nappy,” he said. “That’s gonna be my aesthetic.” He yawned.

He situated a little bit more— you know, a bit of oil on the hair, deodorant, a touch of cologne. He wasn’t a total slob...he mildly cared about how he presented himself.

He looked over at her, putting an elbow on her forehead and leaning his head into his elbow, faking a snore. He lifted his head again and sighed. “Nn, guess I gotta go get dressed...” He walked out of the bathroom and back to his bedroom, calling, “Petition to stop for coffee before we go to school...”

He looked about his messy room. “If we’re gonna be late anyway,” he mumbled, going over to a pile of clothes in the corner, “might as well get there with som’n good to keep me alive...”

Saint sighed softly, grabbing a blue sweatshirt from the top of the pile. He wadded it up and brought it to his nose. Meh. Fresh enough. He tugged it on, keeping the undershirt and sweatpants that he’d worn to bed on, and then he pulled on a pair of socks.

He walked over to his small, very cluttered desk. His eyes searched for his sketch, and when he found it, he picked it up and tucked it beneath his arm. He snatched his bag up.

He trudged up to the bathroom again. “I’m ready,” he said, giving his friend a little smile, his tired eyes making him look a little bit dopey. He inclined his head towards the hallway. “Le’z go.”

With that, he trudged up to the front, feeling his sweatpants for the his keys that had been in there all weekend— since Friday...oh, oops. It looked like he’d worn these pants all weekend...meh.

He checked behind himself to make sure that Quinn was following, flicking off the lights and heading down the stairs to the parking lot.

It was fair to say that Saint was not a morning person. Not that he was grumpy or anything. Just that he was not aware whatsoever. Hence why he nearly ran into the Reserved Parking sign— as if it hadn’t been there every time.

“Pard’n,” he kidded in a monotone voice when he caught himself. He looked at Quinn with his dopey smile. “Didn’ see ‘er there...”

He unlocked his car and tossed himself into the driver’s seat, dropping his bag into the backseat, and he waited until Quinn to seat herself in the passenger seat before he said, “Your pick on th’ music today.” He yawned, starting the car. “You got everything, right?”

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code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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[Kio.exe]

Nic Thompson

Can I go home yet?

Nic:

Nic sighed as he trailed after Ash, spacing out as she gave him the “grand tour”. Classes were about to begin any minute, and he just didn’t have the energy to care. When she asked him where he was from, Nic stiffened. These sort of questions he didn’t like. They meant forming a bond, and he couldn’t have that. He frowned down at Ash, adjusting the straps of his guitar over his shoulders and shrugged.

“Here and there. New York City,” he told her quietly, letting his grey eyes drift to hers for a moment. When he looked back up, he continued walking, not bothering to ask her the same question. She would tell him or she wouldn’t. He didn’t particularly care either way. The bell rang, signaling the start of classes, and Nic looked down at Ash. “Well, I may be new, but I know what that means. Where’s our first class?” He asked her, raising an eyebrow in her direction as students rushed through the halls, eager to get to class on time. Someone bumped into him, mumbling apologies and Nic shot them a glare, muttering under his breath.

Why couldn’t the day be over already? He had just gotten here and already he was drained. And he didn’t particularly wish to see Kane or Jack again either. What Nic really wanted was to go home, lay in his bed and sulk. But he couldn’t do that, so instead he trudged after Ash, resigned to his horrible fate. At least there were pretty girls in hell. At least there was that.

Interactions/Mentions: MadeInAdelaide Winona

 

[Winona]

He waited.

Nate was nothing if not patient. It was almost like there was something wrong with the boy -- because even if wasn't one to fight back, you would expect some kind of reaction to being slammed into a locker and threatened. A hitch in the breath, a look of fear in the eyes, shaking hands or sweaty palms, or trying to fight back and defend himself. Instead, he had been slammed against the locker like a ragdoll, not even bothering to try and resist Dei's pressure and that's where he stayed. Unmoving. His breathing still level, his body relaxed, his expression vacant.

It was Dei's decision right now, not his. Nate didn't have an issue with the guy other than thinking he was a bit pompous but personally speaking? Nate hardly bothered himself with him. Except for today, of course, when Amy went after Evie on Twitter. Then, all Nate could think about was what a shitty person the guy in front of him was.

He wasn't a great guy and yeah, Nate had treated Amy poorly. But he never, never, would've cheated on her.

Cheating was for the scum of the earth. For people like Dei.

Fighting Dei simply wouldn't be worth it. It's what the guy wanted and it wouldn't do anything for Nate. As much as one might think that beating some shitty guy's face to a bloody pulp would make one feel better, Nate had learned that it didn't.

Javier came up then, adding to the taunting, and even spit on Nate's shoe. Still, he didn't break -- the stoic expression remained and Nate just waited. Waited to see what Dei would do...

And then he was letting Nate go and stepping away.

Nate stepped away from the lockers, his gaze still steady. Was he angry? Obviously. Did he let that show on his face? Not at all. Plus it was obvious what Dei was trying to do -- trying to claim Evie as his, which was ridiculous in and of itself when Evie didn't belong to either of them. If she chose to stay with Dei and stop hooking up with Nate, then fine -- he'd accept that, but he'd only accept that if it was her decision. Not some guy that reeked of toxic masculinity.

He was still prepared to walk away before Dei changed his mind again and decided to him, and Nate was about to open his mouth and offer a goodbye to Evie, but then Evie was speaking.

What he expected? Harsh words. Shooing Nate away. Siding with Dei.

What he didn't expect? What Evie did instead.

Pulling away from Dei and asking Nate to walk with her to class and for the first time since Dei had come up, Nate's expression shifted into one of surprise. People didn't pick Nate over others. He was disposable, easily forgettable, and that was how he had convinced himself he liked it. Well... maybe not how he liked it, but he had come to terms with it.

"Yeah," Nate finally spoke -- throughout this entire ordeal, he'd remained silent. But as Evie started down the hallway and asked him to come with her, he finally spoke. He stared at Dei for a moment and the tiniest of smiles tugged at the edges of his mouth. "Yeah, I'll walk you to class." He echoed again, and then turned away from Dei and caught up to Evie.

The reason for his smile?

Because, despite what Dei may have thought, Nate had won this round.

"Thanks," he said after they were out of earshot from Dei and the guys. "For uhh..." he trailed off, realizing that he didn't entirely know what he was thanking her for. Sticking up for him? Staying by him? Choosing him over Dei just now? Nate didn't know and he looked at the ground in front of him for a moment before looking back at her.

"Just thanks. You're a good friend, Evie."

Nate

INTERACTIONS: Evie, Dei

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: jasmyn fin

code by valen t.

 

[MadeInAdelaide]

Jack Hill

You too, Kane?

Jack:

Shit. He was alone with Maggie. Kane had left him high and dry, and expected Jack to know what to do with a pretty girl. Even if it was just making small talk and showing her around the school. Jack was certainly not Kane Blackmore, with his easy smile and smooth words. No. Around people like Maggie, he became a stuttering mess of nerves. Maggie didn’t seem to notice, however, as they made their way down the halls. He stopped at every classroom and gave a brief description of what occurred within each before moving onto the next. They didn’t have much time, but Jack was determined to make Maggie feel less awkward than he had during his first few weeks at HA.

Even Jace would do better than him at this, awkward as his best friend was. Maybe he should text him, ask him what to do. No. He wouldn’t do that. Jace was in the studio this morning, and Jack wouldn’t want to interrupt him. Shit. The bell rang, signaling the mob that had gathered in various places in the school to gather into the hallways, and he and Maggie had to push their way through the crowd like fish swimming upstream. He studied her face as they moved, the way her smile lit up her entire face. The way her green eyes crinkled at the edges when she laughed at something particularly witty he had said. The way the tips of her ears turned pink when she was embarrassed. Yes, she was beautiful.

Jack shoved the thoughts from his brain, looking for something to say. Anything to distract him from that exquisite face. “So. What kind of food do you like?” He asked, pausing outside their first period class, waiting for the teacher to unlock the doors. A few other students stood there as well, none of which looked in their direction.
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Interactions/Mentions: Kio.exe Mood: Hungry Outfit: here Other: Best Friend—Jack Hill

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Luca Calistro

mood: Concerned, worried

location: Orchestral room

tag geminiy

outfit: https://5.imimg.com/data5/TZ/ZG/NL/SELLER-38669958/3-piece-mens-suits-500x500.jpg

Last night was still fresh in Luca's mind, angry and frustrated over the damage to his car Luca had a few guys drive him to school today. Sighing softly as he stepped out of the Black Lincoln, buttoning the middle button of his suit and straightening his outfit before he said his goodbyes to the other men dressed in suits that had taken him to school. With it out of the way he made his way in. Putting on his usual friendly and sweet smile despite his frustration as he greeted schoolmate after schoolmate all with joy and sweetness in his tone. Luca was following his usual route, with a coffee in hand he had made his way through the school to the orchestral room, his own little office you could say with how much time he spent in the room and attached studio composing his music.

It was all in all a normal day really until he approached the door. While indeed the orchestral room was designed so that the music inside didn't just pour out into the school he could still hear the feint sweet chimes of piano keys. Slowly and quietly Luca opened the door and peered in to see who perhaps it was that played a rather nice and beautiful tune. Much to his surprise though it wasn't someone he had expected to ever be in here, Charlie. "Curious." He whispered as he slipped in, making sure to not disturb the girl he walked quietly to the studio part and set his cup down. Unbuttoning his suit jacked and taking it off to lay it across a chair before he made his way back out as Charlie was finishing her song up. Her voice was as always beautiful but the vocals she sang strung a sad tune, one that made him curious and a little concerned for her.

He didn't want to bother her while she was playing but felt he had to check up on the beautiful woman. "That was very beautiful Charlie." He called softly so hopefully as to not scare her. "As expected of someone of you're talents no less but..." He stopped when he noticed the tears on her cheeks. The little droplets of liquid that would stain her pretty cheeks practically broke his heart as he walked up next to her. "Charlie.... what's wrong?" He said to her in a gentle and caring tone. If anyone knew anything about Luca it was that this was practically his specialty. Being there and having that comforting, welcoming safe place feeling that so many often found him to be. He hoped to help her at least feel better as he always did.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[fin]

kordei

MOOD: nervous.
LOCATION: gen's locker.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: evie jasmyn nate Winona javi hery gen geminiy

Kordei hadn't noticed the presence of another student till he'd stepped back from Nate. He was too heated initially, and had inadvertently tuned out those around him. Most obviously Evelyn, and her warnings against starting something. Whatever. In his place at her side though, Dei scanned Javier's figure-- was he someone he knew? Whoever this stranger was, he had to be lucky Kordei was experiencing a certain form of euphoria from pinning Nathan up onto the lockers. Dei fought his own fights, and he didn't need babysitting from strangers to stick it to people.

Nevertheless, it was obvious that Javi and Dei were cut from similar cloths. Even Kordei couldn't help but smirk at the other man's interference, in spite of how much he wanted to be upset at him. The guy had balls, and wasn't afraid to show it. Badass. "'Ey, you made your point, now," Dei barked at Javier's advances towards Evelyn. "Piss off." The whole point of this was to shit on Nate, not on the prize of it all. He shook off Evelyn's comment about Javier being a new friend of his, they were both only just meeting the guy. It wasn't his fault that Nate radiated hate, and attracted violence.

Kordei's eyes didn't leave Javier up until he'd disappeared behind himself and Evie. He was still feeling out this new kid, but it was clear where his loyalties lied. Maybe a little rough around the edges, explosive too, but Evie just might've been right about it all. He let out a short laugh at the whole performance.

"Huh?" Shit, Evelyn. His focus had shifted from her upon analyzing that new kid. Dei prepped a witty response to missing what Evelyn had initially said, but found himself cut off guard by Evelyn pulling away from his grasp. His eyes slipped awkwardly into his pockets, confusion written all over his face as he watched her. "You're not serious...'Cause of him?" What was Evelyn's deal? She didn't like Nate-- how the fuck could you be emotionally attracted to that piece of shit? He was just a piece of meat she'd used to get his attention, and now that she did, why the hell was she siding with him?

"Oh, that's 'ya I'm uncultured now, huh?" He scoffed, and let out a short laugh. This must have been what Amy felt, Dei tried to joke to himself but it certainly wasn't working. It took all the strength in him to maintain that foxy grin, but on the inside, he'd been broken down into millions of pieces. He just hoped Evelyn would get a move on before he broke-- not in front of her, he braced himself with clenched fists.

The anger in Kordei boiled a hundred times over once Evelyn and Nate were gone. People always chose him. In spite of the shitty circumstances of his childhood, Kordei always knew he'd be valued. He was charming, and talented. Hollywood Arts wanted him. U.C.L.A. wanted him. Hell, he was on Republic Records' radar as a high school student. But for whatever reason Evelyn didn't want him. Not anymore. And that pissed him the fuck off. Dei was gritting his teeth so hard he was sure one would chip. The space where Nate was once pinned up on was met by his fist. The lockers around it reverberated because of the force, and once again Dei caught the stares of the students in the hallway.

"What? You ain't ever seen somebody mad before?" He snapped. "Look the fuck away!"

A trip to the nurse had Kordei's wrist wrapped up in some gauze, and clothe. His knuckles were throbbing, as was his wrist, but he'd take a trip to the doctor's later. Hospitals freaked him out, especially with his mother's condition only worsening.

Dei pushed the thought out of his head, and pushed the pack of ice onto top of his hand. "Shit." Was all he could muster. Dei's first class was one that bored him halfway to death. Who the fuck was going to use calculus in real life? Not to talk of just how hard it was to stay focus with his swollen hand. But to top all of his current problems, what made it worse was the image bouncing in and out of his head. Evelyn and Nathan together-- he couldn't think of Evie without imagining her with Nate, kissing Nate, caring for Nate. It gave him chills, and kept him quiet for the most part. Hell, even his teacher had been surprised. The class after that had been much of the same, and Dei couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at the lunchtime bell.

Catching sight of Genevieve Johannes had sort of shocked Dei still outside of his class. Their Twitter fight had been less than a sight to see, and something about that morning's events made him feel... guilty? Kordei shook his head, and took to the other direction, yet it seemed the good angel on his shoulder was telling him otherwise. Stella specifically. Being public enemy number one was one thing to Dei, but doing it alone was another. Sure he had his dawgs, but having a bitch too? Hm. Evie was already doing her own thing, and not only was Gen somebody on the long list of people he needed to-- apologize to, aside from being sorta' overbearing, she was cute too.

At the thought of finally having a challenge to accomplish, or a demon to slay, Dei's confidence began to rise to fit the moment. His lips cracked into a subtle smirk, as he turned on his heels back into the direction he'd seen Gen disappear to. It wasn't hard to track her down as she was amongst the taller girls.

"Gen." His voice was smooth and silvery, eyes looking past the door of her locker as he leaned against another. Dei's hands were crossed over his chest, with his injured wrist tucked and sheathed to avoid being noticed. "Look, the Twitter thing?" Kordei gulped, wincing a little as he tried to see past the locker. Was she even listening? It didn't matter. Stella had told him to be genuine, and that's what he'd do here. "I went for 'ya lil' bro, and that wasn't cool. I'm surprised you ain't try to kill me yet 'cause if it was my sis I know I'd shoot shit up." He let out a short laugh to the end of his sentence. His lips twisted together, and he bit at the inside of his mouth. Kordei wasn't particularly well-versed in the art of apologies.

"Twitter don't really mean shit to me because I know people understand things differently when it's online-- sort of comes with being a singer trying to make people understand you. I'on think we got off on the right foot, and it's a lot of things about me you don't understand. I know I sound a bitch rambling off to you, but how 'bout we do something for lunch? On me. Let me get you to understand."

What the hell was this feeling? Anticipation? Nervousness? Fear? Damn, it's really a day to learn everything, ain't it?

code by low fidelity.

 

[Winona]

Her eyes lit up. "New York City?" Ash echoed and she started to relax. It wasn't like she had been tense around him, but there was always that little bit of awkward when meeting someone new. It was just one of those... you know... where you were trying to figure out how to socialize with someone new. That little bit of a hitch when you first meet someone.

However, this was easier than meeting most new people. As far as Ash was concerned, she was pretty sure that she had him figured out. Cold, quiet boy on the outside? Kind of a dick? Yeah, Ash was far too familiar with those type of people. Looking at Nic was almost like looking at... yeah, no, she needed to clear her thoughts of him.

A small frown graced her lips when the warning bell went off. She was absolutely not ready for class, even if that would put her slightly closer to lunch time and getting to talk with Eli. Her mind was just... not in any place to actually concentrate or try to learn. Frick. It was stupid, and she tried to focus again on the conversation at hand. With Nic.

"Let me see your schedule," she said, shifting her books to one arm as she held her hand out to him. Ash waited until he gave her the schedule, and then she scanned it. "Sorry to disappoint, but we don't have our first class together." She passed him the piece of paper back. "But second and third hour? You're totally stuck with me."

"Come on, I'll show you where your class is. It's like, just a few doors down from my first hour." Ash finished and started back down the hallway. As they walked, she didn't really know what to say. Normally, Ash was talkative. Conversations were easy and words and questions came to her like nothing else, but today was...

Bad.

"Right there." She said as they came to the classroom and she gestured to the door. "I'll see you after class. Good luck, alright?" Ash said, offering Nic a pleasant smile, before brushing past him and starting towards her class.

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Nic

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: Kio.exe

code by valen t.

 

[camlochan]

location?
Home, then school
interactions?
n/a
mood?
Happy
outfit?
Xoxo
Other:
Nothing—Will Cooper

william cooper.

Will went to the party that weekend. Of course he did. And he had gotten so drunk that his head felt like a paper weight for the next two days, but it was worth it. Right? He awoke on Monday morning feeling better than he had all weekend, his head clear. And late for school, he realized as he peered over at his clock. Really late for school. Groaning, Will sat up in bed, stretching his aching muscles before clambering out of it. A yawn contorted his features for a few seconds, and he ran a hand through his messy hair. Alright time to get going.

Hopping out of bed, Will stumbled over to his closet, banging his knee on the edge of his bed frame, a string of curses slipping from his mouth. Why was he so clumsy? Hell if he knew. Will pulled open his closet doors roughly, not bothering to look before pulling out a shirt and a pair of pants. He didn’t bother eating, after getting dressed, and instead grabbed his keys and walked out the door of his house. Well Kane’s house, if he was being specific. Will had moved in with Kane at the beginning of the school year, after the boy had claimed he “didn’t like having a seven bedroom house all to himself”. Will certainly wasn’t complaining, and some days it seemed like he did, in fact, have the house to himself. Kane was prone to hiding in his room, a vast contrast from the boy at school. At home, he was almost an entirely different person. Quieter, more withdrawn.

Another perk of living with Kane? Cars. Will sighed as he walked into the huge garage, where they kept all of their party supplies, and, well, automobiles. Kane’s garage looked like a veritable car shop, one of those garages like they have in games like GTA, or any number of racing games. Top of the line sports cars were lined up in neat rows, antique muscle cars beside them. There had to be at least ten cars in the space. At the very end of the line, however, his beat up white jeep was parked, and that was what Will got in to drive to school. Despite Kane’s many offers to let him drive any of the cars in the garage, Will had always like his Jeep, which he had affectionately named Missy, better than any of the sports cars he had driven. Perhaps it was sentimental value, or Will’s fear of ruining the more expensive vehicles, but either way, Missy was fine.

As Will drove to school, music blaring and fingers tapping the steering wheel, he couldn’t help but to wonder what he had done to deserve half the things he had. How was he, a church boy from Thompson, Connecticut, here in HA, roommates with one of Chicago’s wealthiest teenagers? Growing up, his parents had preached “reward for following in Christ”, but Will, faithful as he was, didn’t feel he deserved any of this. He hadn’t even applied to HA, they had reached out to him, offering a full scholarship if he had just agreed to go. He knew, deep in his heart that there were so many people who deserved it more, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn it down. Did that make him selfish? Maybe, but he didn’t particularly care.

These thoughts continued racing through his mind until he pulled into Hollywood Arts, where he parked in the empty space besides Kane’s shiny red mustang convertible. Hopping out of Missy, Will ran breathlessly into the school, almost tripping over his own feet. The halls were empty, much as he had expected. It was nearly lunch time, and classes were in session. Right now, Will was supposed to be in class with Ash, Kane and a few other music students right now, and he hoped they would cover for him. Being late was a recurring issue for Will, and if it continued he could lose his scholarship.

He couldn’t exactly go to class now, so instead Will plopped down onto one of the lobby’s many couches, taking out his notebook of song lyrics. Perhaps he could get that song he had to write for a class done...

oh shit, I’m late.

coded by incandescent