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

[camlochan]

location?
School
interactions?
n/a
mood?
Here
outfit?
XOXO

Sophia Madden.

Sophia went to the party that weekend. Of course she did. Where else would she be? She’d had a good time, only now she had a pounding headache and bags under her eyes that would not go away. Which was on of the reasons why she was now pacing the halls of school, after asking to be excused to use the bathroom during class. She wasn’t quite sure if she’d make it to lunch, as soon as it was, with her temples pounding as they were. Groaning, she pressed her fingers to the sides of her head, her heels clicking as she entered the lobby, where she saw Will Cooper laying on one of the couches, his back to her.

Smirking, she walked over to the side of the couch and leaned over it, her white hair dangling close to his face. “Hey, hot stuff. Whatcha writing?” She asked, walking around the side of the couch to sit besides him, picking up his feet and placing them in her lap. Sophia held a perfectly manicure hand out expectantly, waiting for the notebook to drop into it. Will merely raised his eyebrows at her, grinning, before closing the notebook. He sat up straight, flicking her nose gently with a finger before replying.

“You’ll see when it’s released, Soph,” he told her, running a hand through his golden brown hair. They’d been friends for as long as she could remember, despite their opposing personalities. Another bolt of pain raced through her head, and Will shot her a look of concern. “Are you alright? You were pretty messed up at the party...” he added, frowning, the motion making his dimples more apparent. It was cute, she thought, how he worried about her. About everyone, really. There was certainly no romantic interest on her behalf, but whoever did end up with him would be the luckiest guy or gal on the planet.

Sophia smiled at him, barely hiding her grimace. “You were just as drunk as me, William, don’t forget,” she told him, laughing, before digging through his bag until she found the ibuprofen where he usually kept it, for instances exactly like this one. She shook two into her hand, before opening his water bottle and taking a swig from it. “I have a killer headache though.”

He raised his eyebrows in mock horror as she twisted the cap back onto the bottle. “Help yourself, why don’t ya?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t you belong in class?” He added, gesturing in the direction of where she was supposed to be.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” She echoed, jerking her chin towards the music hallway, where distantly the sounds of various instruments and singing could be heard. Will gave her an incredulous look and Sophia sighed. “Alright, yes I’m supposed to be in class, but so are you. I don’t have a scholarship on the line here,” she told him, before realizing how that sounded.

A scowl passed over his face as he did too, and he crossed his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean, Soph? That just because I actually had to work my way up from the bottom to get here, the same rules don’t apply to me?” he grumbled, standing up. Sophia let out an exasperated sigh before standing as well.

“You know that’s not what I meant, doofus,” she said, poking him in the chest before stooping down and handing him his backpack. “I just meant that you need to start coming in on time more, or you’ll have to move back to boring Connecticut and I won’t see you anymore,” she continued, crossing her arms and looking up at Will.

He shook his head, before shooting her a lopsided grin. “I know what you meant. Sorry I got all grumpy,” he told her, nudging her foot with his own, sneaker clad one. “It’s time for lunch anyways,” he added, plopping back down onto the couch. SOphia frowned down at her phone. He was right. Lunch was in a few minutes.

Already, her headache felt better.

ouch.

coded by incandescent

 

[hery]

MOOD: social ineptness 101

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: ramen shop

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
Zatanna (Wyatt)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Callum Richards

Callum awoke late into the morning, pleased to have found he had gotten 14 hours of sleep. At a point, of course, there’s such a thing as too much sleep, but he hadn’t gotten any more than five hours of sleep Friday and Saturday night, so he would take the win. Unsurprisingly, he awoke feeling extremely groggy and gross after being out over half a day. There was a light headache thumping in his skull, exacerbated by a sliver of light creeping through the window and piercing his eyes.

It was definitely late. Very late. He picked up his phone, which he had failed to plug in the night before, noting that the time was 11... something... A.M., having already forgotten the minutes. This didn't come as much of a surprise, considering Callum had already missed several days in the year thanks to his irregular sleeping habits and lack of motivation to venture out of the comfort and safety of his bed. He sniffed his bedding and wrinkled his nose. Did I forget to wash that again...?

Resigning to his fate of missing another Monday, Callum tapped away on his phone, tethered to the wall thanks to his rather short phone charger. Much to his surprise, he had an unopened DM. The tall boy instantly perked up, eagerly awaiting some sort of correspondence with Oates, or at least Rome (ugh), who he had spent the weekend begging for contact with his newly-declared ex-boyfriend. Instead, the name "Wyatt Sutton" flashed across his screen, prompting Callum to release his breath with disappointment. Were they acquainted? Maybe... If they were, Callum had hardly had any interactions with the... um... underclassman? Yeah, Callum was pretty sure he was in the class just a year younger than him. Well, a year below Callum's class that is. He was on the older side of the student body at 18 years old.

They exchanged texts for a little bit, which was bizarre considering some rando was so concerned with his well-being. The kid was weird, to say the least, and Callum made it very clear he thought that of Wyatt. Throughout their talk, Callum couldn't help but bring it back to Oates every time. All weekend, the boy was all he could think about. He wanted to apologize, grovel, give him every penny he owned just to have him by his side again. He'd been alone many times in his life, but this time the solitude was unwelcome. He didn't know what to do with himself. Friday's breakup was abrupt, to say the least, nothing Callum in all of his emotional ignorance could have foreseen.

And there was Wyatt, texting with his stupid little soft, excessively caring sentiments. It made Callum want to vomit. How dare anyone other than Oates talk to him like that? It was too similar. It felt like some sort of cruel joke aimed to kick him while he was down. Maybe Rome was impersonating this Wyatt kid, just to toy with Callum more after driving his boyfriend away from him. His blood began to boil as he lost his cool not once, not twice, but three times (or more) at a hapless Wyatt.

Finding his cell phone to be mostly charged and, at Wyatt's request, Callum got out of bed and readied himself for a late arrival to school. Not like he had anything better to do anyway. He changed out of the sweats he slept in into... another pair of sweats. Thank god for early night showers, because Callum wasn't sure if he'd have had the mental fortitude to deal with any more personal hygiene than brushing his teeth this morning... or afternoon. It had just passed twelve, meaning he'd be late to lunch if he didn't get to Wyatt now.

He left the apartment after struggling to find the keys to his apartment somewhere tucked into the couch cushions, fearing his roommate's wrath after losing his keys for the fourth time already. He wasted no time on his way to school, keeping an eye out for "fancy noodles" or "ramen" or whatever sort of extra idea Wyatt had for lunch. Cal was more of a drive-thru fast food guy himself, but he at least owed the gesture for the only one that had checked up on him all weekend.

"Hey," he greeted Wyatt in the parking lot of the school, making use of his signature monotonous tone, ushering the boy into his beaten-up car, "So where was this noodle place you wanted to go to?" He stared at him blankly as he gave a name to a restaurant he definitely would not remember the name of, nor be able to spell. "Uhh, just enter it into the GPS." He tossed his phone over to Wyatt with a half-assed throw, leading Wyatt to fumble and drop the phone onto the console. Callum instantly shut down his frantic apologizing, just insisting he enter the name of the ramen place before he kicked him out of his car and turned back home.

Callum was in no way known to be a titillating conversation partner, offering Wyatt brief, uninteresting responses as they talked on their way to lunch. "This it?" he queried, stopping the car outside the ramen shop. He'd only been up a little over an hour, but he was already ready to slip back into his bed.

code by valen t.

 

[geminiy]

Charlie Howell

Charlie had begun crying, tears flowing freely down her pale cheeks. Her mind was a tangled web of dangerous thoughts, each one cleverly reminding her of every little mistake that plagued her waking hours and every little flaw that branded her as a broken individual. She was being held prisoner by a cruel brain who showed no merch, taking full control over each tear that flowed down her cheeks and each gasping breath.

The final notes had not finished ringing through the air when she finally broke down, hands cradling her skull as she leaned forward. A cracked sob rushed from her lips, her tiny frame shaking with each desperate breath of air. It physically hurt to cry, to feel the emotions she had been respressing all weekend. What was she supposed to do besides pretend it didn’t hurt? Feel it? Deal with it? How does one deal with their own demons while every move is being analyzed under a microscope?

Charlie was trapped, painted out to be a villain in a story she had never wanted to appear in.

Luca’s presence was unbeknownst to her until he was sitting down beside her on the piano bench and asking her in a soft, comforting tone if she was okay. Instantly, the facade drifted over her, spine straightening as she wiped the tears away in a frenzy. She couldn’t be weak, not in front of someone she didn’t know very well. There was no time to be sad.

“I’m okay.” Charlie managed to croak out. It was almost comical how unconvincing her voice sounded and, paired with the still shaky breaths and tears that refused to stop flowing, anyone would have to be a complete idiot to believe her. With a sigh, Charlie looked over to Luca and offered him a sad, empty smile. She couldn’t lie to him, not while he was being so genuinely kind.

“I fucked up. Bad.” She began, slumping forward a bit as she wrapped her arms around her torso in a sort of self-hug. “At the afterparty at Dei’s I got super drunk and hurt some people I seriously regret hurting. Now it's all over the internet and if people find out that it's me, it could end my career. I shoulda known this would happen. Maybe I did and just didn’t care. I just saw his face and my mind went blank. Next thing I know, Trev’s dragging me away. The rest of the night was a total disaster…”

Charlie’s voice trailed off, throat sore from the crying. Letting her gaze drop back to the piano, she let out another sigh. It felt good to tell someone, even if her words were mostly incoherent ranting. Before another word could come from her mouth, the pre-class bell rang overhead causing Charlie to startle a bit in her seat. Standing up abruptly from the piano bench, she walked quickly over to the chair to grab her things, pausing before exiting the door to look back at Luca.

“I promise I’m okay. Thanks for being there.”

𝄥𝄞 ────────── 𝄇​

By the time lunch rolled around, Charlie’s mood had, somehow worsened. After sending a quick text to Amy, she made her way to the second floor where the recording rooms were located. She needed her best friend and she needed to distract herself with her work.

Walking inside the empty room, Charlie began to fan herself with the notebook of lyrics in her hands.

“Fuck, its hot in here.” Charlie groaned to herself, placing her guitar down and grabbing an unplugged amp to prop open the door to the room. Flipping open her guitar case, Charlie got to work playing around with chords to a song she was writing, scribbling down words as they came to mind.

Movement in the corner of her eye caused her to look up from the sheet music she was scribing, the first genuine smile of the day popping onto her face.

“Ames! What's shakin'?” She greeted, scooting over to make room beside her on the couch. “Come on in! Leave the door propped though, it's hot as hell in here. I booked the room out so its just us.”

location

recording room (lunch)

mood

who knows anymore

outfit

casual

tags

luca Daniel Reaving
amy Kitsune2202

coded by natasha.

 

[fin]

jordan

MOOD: happy.
LOCATION: the loby.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: will and sophie camlochan , zephyr Winona , amy Kitsune2202 , charlie geminiy

Shit. Staying home was a lot more boring than people made it out to be. When he'd initially been served with the two week suspension, Jordan only saw it as icing on the cake to the prank he'd pulled on his science teacher. Super glue to the seat. It was a classic, and yet the results were just as funny as the last time he pulled it. In reality sitting at home really did get repetitious. He'd played the same videogames all morning long, and Zeph was still ordered to bring his homework back to their apartment in the afternoon. Talk about buzzkill. It was only four days into his supension and Jordan was already anticipating his return. School might've been boring, but his friends that attended certainly weren't. He'd missed the fucking homecoming game, and Kordei Grant's after-party. Not to talk of all the drama that was spilled in its aftermath.

Well, today? Today, that wait was finally over. Jordan's suspension was finally over and he'd be reinstated in all school activity. He'd finally get a chance to check on Charlie and Amy following the shitty events he'd been forced to watch from the side.

****

Usually Jordan's disappointment with school was a given. He wasn't built for it after all, and it wasn't like he was going to use half the shit they taught in his real life. The whole artist thing didn't really dwell with him the same way it did his peers. They were all so serious about it, and yet his hiatus from the school made him feel even more disconnected from the whole "Arts" part of their school. "Hollywood." Jordan chuckled to himself. A dry attempt at brightening the boredom set on by his shitty morning classes.

Wires hung from Jordan's ears, playing the Legend of Zelda soundtrack as he hummed along. He had textbooks stuffed under his arm pit, it was evident that his suspension would be leaving him in a mountain of work for a long time. Part of it was his admittedly his fault, he might've only completed one sheet of his assignments while bored at home. What? Doing homework would've only been fuel to the boredom?

For now, Jordan breezed past the crowd of students, the wheels of his skateboard whirring beneath him. While it might've looked like he was lazing around the school and breaking its precious "no wheels indoors" rule, Jordan was just bored as fuck looking for someone to spend his lunch break with. He wasn't exactly in tune with things right now after all.

Suddenly, his vision cleared, and the thick aroma of B.O. radiating the high school students faded from Jordan's senses. His eyes set down onto Will as he neared the lobby, followed by an excited grin. The lobby was awfully close to the office though, and so Jordan shifted his weight towards the nose of his board. When his foot and the floor made contact, he skipped the board to his side with a flick of the heel, and trapped it in one hand. Hopefully that looked as bad ass as I thought, Jordan gulped. After all Will was with a girl too, one that was awfully familiar yet he wasn't sure he'd met her before.

"Will! Erm, Will's friend!" Jordan greeted with a wave, before seating himself on the arm rest towards Will's side. His eyes were wide and full of excitement, and the ideas of getting up to some sort of bullshit bounced through his brain. But right now they had company and so he'd have to keep himself as composed as possible.

"I never knew you had such a pretty friend, bro." Jordan nodded, and extended a fist bump in Will's direction. "Your white hair's fire, girl. But you kinda' remind me of that one girl from the Incredibles. Mirage?" He let out a howl at the comparison, forcing himself to control the laughter as he shoved both his skateboard and textbooks into his bag, of which ended up being left open since not everything fit.

"All jokes aside it really is cute though. I'm Jordan and I'm mad that Will's never told me about you."

code by low fidelity.

 

[hery]

MOOD: scooooreeee mf

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: janitor's closet

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
LowkeyLovingLoki (Chase)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Javier Cervantes

Thank god they were finally away from that mess at the lockers. Javi enjoyed a fight just as much as the next guy (okay, maybe a lot more than the next guy), but there were definitely more pressing matters to attend to. Chase was down, like right now, and Javi would be damned if anyone or anything would stop them. He hadn't even started his first day in class and things were starting to look up.

Twitter was another story though, which he'd found to be quite the breeding ground for negative sentiments. He knew if he kept his nose out of there there would be less chances to slander him in front of the entire school, because let's be real, no one wants to be caught fooling around with the guy everyone hates. But it was just so hard to stay out of it. Javi had shit to say and, if it wasn't evident by then, he didn't have much of a filter, something he saw to be one of his defining virtues.

"Then lead the way, lover boy," the persistent guitarist proposed, slowing down and letting go of Chase's wrist to let him take the lead. Being in the back had its advantages, of course, as made clear by Javier's wandering eyes. Before he ran into his hookup's back out of distraction with one of Chase's more defining features, he looked back up and kept his eyes straight forward, taking a sharp turn as the hall turned left. It was the perfect dead end. The two of them would disappear with minimal risk for uninvited guests, although Javi wouldn't complain if they had a more good-natured visitor in the closet.

Amid the sound of the bell's ringing, Javi cracked open the door and peeked inside the dark closet. It was surprisingly spacious for a janitor's closet, especially considering there had to be at least a few more in this hall alone. That was to be expected of such a well-funded school. It almost made him physically ill as he recalled the severely underfunded facilities at his many, many previous schools. He really had lucked out making it into here. Too bad money was such a problem. Not that he'd last long here with his proneness to both minor and major infractions, coupled with his peers' severe doubts for his success at the school.

After turning around and peering back behind the corner to make double-sure the coast was clear, Javi threw the door to the janitor's closet open and flipped the light switch on. He beckoned for Chase to enter, a sleazy smirk pasted across his cheeks. "After you, my special guest."

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

MOOD: FIGHT HIMMM

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: school hallway

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
Winona (Adriane)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Chas Marino

"I don't give a shit how interesting Evie is, she can kiss my squeaky clean, Italian ass," Chas spat, shuddering at the mention of her name. At a point, the model was his worst enemy, but as time went on, many more had begun vying for that spot. To tell the truth, Chas wasn't sure just who was sitting at number one anymore with the recent rise in H.A. scandals. "But you do bring up a good point."

He placed his fingers on his chin and cocked his head, putting on his best thinking face. "You have to admit, Amy's been much more interesting since Friday. The goodie-goodies are always so boring, I mean, you must have zero going on in your life to be that allergic to drama. I kind of like unfiltered Amy. She's got an edge to her." He let out a sigh and shook his head disappointedly. "It's just a shame Charlie's posse got to her first. They think being all sunshine and rainbows together on Twitter is an accomplishment, as if that adds any depth to their sad little lives."

He looked onward to spot Dei and Nate in the distance after he said his piece, ignoring whatever else Adri had to say. He instantly perked up, a fuzzy feeling swelling in his heart as he spotted one of his best friends making a fool out of Nate all for him. "You know, if you dated Dei, we'd be unstoppable," he suggested with a chuckle, growing giddier by the second. Of course he would do the same for Dei if the roles were reversed, but he couldn't help being touched by the gesture of nearly beating Nate's ass in front of everyone. He would have to do something nice for the footballer later.

He was disappointed to see Dei still with Evie, having assumed it was a one-time thing. Well, one time after many previous times, but one sort of one final time. Dei would be much better off with a girl that actually respected him instead of mouthing off to him every five seconds, going so far as to leave his ass for Nate. Even after his embarrassing moment of freezing, Evie still chose Nate? Huh?? He was angry for Dei, but moreso for the fact that Evie had denied Chas the pleasure of seeing Nate suffer just one more time. Even out of my presence she finds a way to piss me off. I hope you don't mind more coffee on your ugly ass boots, bitch.

code by valen t.[/border

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

AFFLUENZA

While he led Javi to the janitor's closet, Chase couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was acting a bit... recklessly. It certainly was not a rare or new occurrence for him to hook up with guys he barely knew, but him and Javi were actual strangers. They had really only technically met less than five minutes ago, and here Chase was, leading him to a janitor's closet at the school they both went to to hook up. From an outside perspective, it probably seemed like a bad idea. But one glance behind him at Javi staring at a particular part of Chase's anatomy caused him to throw all caution to the wind. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? ...Probably best not to jinx it.

He could have done without the theatrical opening of the closet door and looking around the hallway, though, as well as the way Javi waved him inside. Chase rolled his eyes, deciding he was going to need to shut Javi up sooner rather than later. Chase stepped inside, then reached out to grab the front of Javi's shirt and pull him into the closet, then closed the door behind them. Pressing his back up against the door, Chase simultaneously locked it with one hand and grabbed Javi again with the other. Pulling the other boy to him, Chase leaned his head back and stood on his tip-toes so that his face was inches from Javi's. "Let's see you put your money where your mouth is. Among other things." With that, Chase leaned in to kiss him. If Javi was one of his few hookups who was willing to do it, then Chase would take advantage of that.

Chase

MOOD: this boy is a bottom

LOCATION: School

OUTFIT: x

INTERACTIONS: hery

code by valen t.

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

bend over backwards

Rome’s day had started off pretty okay and then gone downhill very quickly. There was, of course, the routine screaming match with his uncle at breakfast over the outfit that Rome chose to wear. As usual, it ended in his uncle being defeated and claiming that would be the last time he let his nephew out of the house in such an outfit, with them both knowing that he’d never do anything because he hadn’t yet, and he threatened that every day. His uncle was mildly homophobic and a bit of a dick, but he’d never lay a hand on Rome, and Rome was so headstrong that he was able to get away with pretty much anything.

Even though arriving at school did dampen his mood a bit, because ew, education, he was still his peppy, energetic self. Even when he got into another few arguments on Twitter about everyone thinking they had better asses than him, it was still okay. And then it got better, because he was texting Jace, so now it was like a really weird graph that went up and down and up and down. And then Jace had to go and be his stupid self and upset Rome enough that he confessed his feelings, sending it in a Twitter DM while he stood at his locker with his backpack at his feet.

Jace then leaving him on read and ignoring him for the rest of the morning set his mood down to an all time low, so in his first class, he certainly did not listen. Nor did he in his second... or all the ones after that until lunch. He was upset, okay? He was allowed a day of slacking off... even if that’s what he did every day anyway. He was still sulking when he got back to his locker for lunch, and he pulled his phone out of his pocket way too quickly when it buzzed.

His mood chart experienced a very weird array of emotions when he saw the name above the text. That logical part of him that he’d been trying to build on told him to be angry, and to block the number of his former teacher and lover right then and there. But the emotional side of him, which was largely in control in that moment, just said that the love of his life was outside the school waiting for him and had missed him. Rome didn’t hesitate as much as he should have. He didn’t even grab his lunch; he just sent a quick message in reply to the man and was soon rushing out of the school gates.

As promised, only a short few minutes later he was reunited with the only person he’d ever loved and who’d loved him back, at least as Rome saw it. For the first part of their conversation, which was largely apologies and ‘I miss you’s on his boyfriend’s part, Rome skilfully stayed an appropriate distance away and didn’t speak. But this man had always had such a way with words, and soon enough, Rome was in his arms, and there was certainly no mistaking what their relationship with each other might be.

romir

MOOD: incapable of making good decisions

LOCATION: school

OUTFIT: prolly sweatpants and a crop top

INTERACTIONS: n/a

code by valen t.

 

[MadeInAdelaide]

Quinn Fox

We’re going to be late.

Quinn:
“Ugh. Fine. We can get coffee. Only if we can get bagels too,” Quinn told Saint as she followed him to where his car was parked. As he ran into the reserved parking sign for what seemed to be the thousandth time. Quinn covered her mouth with a hand as she hopped into his car, tossing her backpack into the rear seat. She waited for Saint to begin driving before picking up the aux cord and plugging her phone into it. It was a rare day indeed when she was the one to pick the music. Not that she was complaining. She and her best friend had similar taste in music.

Quinn put her playlist on shuffle before leaning back in her seat, content to sit in silence while they drove. Quiet between them was never awkward, and she was glad of it. Sometimes it was good to just sit and enjoy each other’s company. They certainly didn’t see each other much in school. Out of school, Saint hung out with people like Nate, and Kordei, and a few others that Quinn preferred not to be around. She wasn’t an introvert by any means, she just liked who she liked, and that wasn’t many people.

“I missed you, this weekend,” she told him, after a few minutes. “You were hiding in your apartment, while I was rotting in mine,” she teased, turning from the window to look in his direction. One of the reasons they were friends was their shared passion for their work. “You know, just because I’m in dance doesn’t mean I can’t do...whatever it is you're doing right now. I can help you, if you want.”

Quinn knew he’d never go for it, but it didn’t stop her from offering. He overworked himself, and it was beginning to show. From his stained pants, to his rumpled shirt, he needed a break. Her stomach growled unhappily, and she frowned, pushing a hand to it. They were almost at the coffee shop, she’d get something there.
————
Interactions/Mentions: ohdittoh

 

[Kio.exe]

Maggie Fields

Bread.

Maggie:

Maggie listened intently while Jack gave her a tour of the halls. When the bell rang, they came to a stop by their shared first period class. The taller boy leaned against the wall to look down at her, before asking her favorite foods, though something about his look made him look guilty for asking such a question. She grinned up at him, happy to just talk. Happy that she had made a friend.

“Well, I love food! All kinds, I’m not really picky. I really wish I was a good cook, because I live alone, and, well, I burn half the stuff I do try to cook,” she told him, biting her lip as she realized she was rambling. Maggie could feel her face heating for the umpteenth time that day and she silently cursed herself for it. Why did she have to sound like a babbling idiot all the time?

She took a deep breath before continuing. “I..I love anything with bread in it, mostly. Bagels, breadsticks, pasta. All of it. Me and my mom used to bake bread together when I was little, every Sunday,” she told him, her smile turning softer, more insecure. She’d just met him, and yet she was telling him things she had never told anyone before. Not that what she was telling him was necessarily private. It was just that Maggie was usually the one to listen, not to talk. It had always been that way for her, and usually she never minded, but it felt nice, for once, to tell someone about herself.

“Well now she’s busy, and I’m here, in Hollywood, so that doesn’t happen too often anymore, but it’s the only thing I know how to cook,” she finished, looking down at the floor, her brown hair falling into her face. “What about you then, huh? What kind of food does Jack Hill like?”
—————

It was lunch time, now. She’d made it through the first half of her day relatively unscathed, but now for the real test: the highschool cafeteria. Where would she sit? She was one of the first people there, and none of her friends that she had met earlier were there yet. Did they even want her to sit with them? Hell if she knew. Sighing, Maggie sat down at an empty table in the back of the cafeteria. If they wanted to sit with her, they’d find her. Maggie hadn’t brought any lunch with her either. Maybe she’d take a drive and go and get something? Were they even allowed to leave during lunch?

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

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xoxo

basics

dei fin

mentions

nate Winona

interactions

Evelyn Sinclaire

evie ~ eighteen ~ senior ~ plastics; fashion

Evie’s eyes had remained locked with Dei’s when he asked if she was really walking away because of Nate but she didn’t say a word. Truth was that his interaction with Nate had played a part but she felt that saying that out loud would only make things worse. Instead, she’d faced Nate and asked him to walk with her before starting down the hall. Dei’s words echoed as she walked away causing her to roll her eyes though it did sting a little. Of course, the brunette had known that Dei was going to be angry at her for walking away because his ego was taking a hit. Kordei Grant; the football star, the rapper, the ladies man. No one just walked away from him, right? The girls he slept with were mostly easy and naive, Evie was bold and she challenged him in ways that she knew he hated sometimes.

It wasn't that Evie's feelings for Dei had disappeared or anything. He was the only person that she could see herself actually being in a relationship with but she was doubtful that would ever happen at this point. She knew he wanted her to drop Nate just because they were hooking up again and Dei hated his guts but Nate had been there for her over the past few months. As their friendship had progress it wasn't just a sexual thing, he had easily become one of her closest friends. Evie wasn't dropping him for some no strings attached bullshit Dei tried to pass off to her. If he wanted her to do that then he wanted more than "no strings and he could make it happen. Otherwise, they could just hook up with no other conditions. She was done letting him have a hold on her, or at least that's what she was telling herself. Still, it wasn't that simple when it came to Kordei. Nothing ever fucking was.

As they walked down the hall she was pulled from the thoughts by the sound of his voice and looked over, curious about what he was thanking her for. Just thanks. You're a good friend, Evie. “Just returning the favor,” she shrugged, a smile flashing across her face. When they reached the class she stopped and looked at him. "Look, Nate, you're too talented to waste your time with drugs. You know I’m not judging you but you're better than all that. Fuck Chas and whatever else. Are you really fine now?” she blurted out, though her voice wasn’t too loud she still hadn’t meant to be so blunt. Then again, when wasn’t she. She was worried and as much as she defended him in public, how she reacted in private was a different thing. She hadn’t noticed him acting differently as if he had been doing drugs but she also hadn’t been looking.

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[ohdittoh]

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... nickie abrams ...

MOOD

stunned

LOCATION

uhh

TAGS

rome LowkeyLovingLoki

Nickie Abrams was tired already. Not like “oh, I could do with a nap right now”. It was more like “if I don’t have something to wake me up, I’m going to pass out where I stand”. So, like, exhausted. Drained. All of those kinds of words, yeah.

So what if the bell for lunch had only just rang? Being so peppy this morning had taken it out of her. Being high on serotonin wore her the eff out.

She made her way exhaustedly to the bathroom, struggling to keep her eyes open. When she washed her hands, she stared into her eyes.

Okay, so she’d stayed up later crying last night than she’d thought, too, fine. She’d concede that much. She lost sleep over boys often, though…so…

She was tempted to splash water on her face or pat her cheeks with it or something, but she didn’t want to mess up her makeup. Even if she’d gone with a nude look today, it took a lot more work to make a nude look than she would admit.

She sighed softly, grabbing a paper towel and drying her hands. Maybe she’d survive…she hoped she would…

She exited the bathroom, but her eyes caught on a familiar boy headed out of the school’s exit.

She raised an eyebrow. What was Rome doing in such a hurry?

She had to know. She could ignore her exhaustion for a little bit.

Nickie discreetly followed Rome, trying to keep her distance. Was he going to go somewhere? Was he desperate to get some McDonald’s for lunch or something?

She soon got her answer. There was no Mickey D’s that Rome was chasing; it was a grown. Ass. Man.

Like, full on…going for it with Rome. Like, it was fair to say that they were more than friends or brothers or cousins— unless they were cousins, but…

Anyway, uhhh, Rome was definitely involved with a pedophile.

Her heart beat in her chest, and she grew pale.

She knew something that no one else knew. She could feel it.

Other people had to know. Like, this was something fucking. Huge.

Omfg, she had just..

Omfg…

She had to tell.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[ohdittoh]

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... saint taylor ...

MOOD

tired...

LOCATION

a lot of places...

TAGS

quinn MadeInAdelaide

“Oh, yeah, breakfast,” Saint said absently as he pulled out of his parking spot. Now that he thought about it, he was kind of hungry. He’d forgotten dinner last night, too, he realized with a yawn, though he had downed a few apples at midnight, so he hadn’t not eaten at all. He supposed that he had just gotten so caught up again that nothing else mattered. That tended to happen.

He bobbed his head along with Quinn’s music, though he was still groggy, mouthing the words to a song that he was familiar with.

He appreciated that e could be in silence without someone trying to force conversation where there didn’t need to be any. He always appreciated that about Quinn; words didn’t need to be said when he spent time with her. They enjoyed each other just as much over the silence.

The song ended, and another drifted in, and Quinn looked to Saint with her offering.

He smiled tiredly. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks, though.” He paused, glancing over at her. “Sorry that I didn’t have you over this weekend. I’m working on a big commission for a church in Minnesota. It’s a lot bigger project than I’m used to…I only just finished the sketch…” He put on his blinker and waited a long, long moment to be able to turn into the coffee shop’s parking lot. “It’s in the back if you want to see it…”

He pulled into a parking spot, and he looked over at her with a tired smile. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be good.” He knew she was worried about him overworking himself, but he was doing just fine. He knew how much was too much, yeah. He wouldn't end up in the hospital...

Again...

His dopey smile remained. “Let’s go in. All of it’s on me. I have a bit extra.” He stepped out of his car, grabbing his keys from the ignition and shoving them in his back pocket with his phone, and he waited for Quinn to get out before disappearing inside.

It didn’t take too long for the shop to whip up some coffee for the two of them and whip up a couple of bagels for Quinn and Saint to eat, and they were soon back in the vehicle, on the way to school, bagels and coffee in hand.

Saint took a deep whiff of his drink, smiling softly. The coffee reminded him of the coffee back home, the coffee from the shop beside he and his mom's apartment. Sure, he only got straight black coffee with nothing added, but there was something special about the way the shop beside the apartment made it-- and there was something similarly special about the way this shop made it.

“We good to go?” Saint asked, buckling back in. He sat his coffee in the drink-holder.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[elaaraa]

MOOD: confused

OUTFIT: kai's outfit

LOCATION: hollywood arts, hallway

basics

MENTIONS:
Nate ( Winona ), Evelyn ( jasmyn ), Kordei and Jordan ( fin ), Jack ( MadeInAdelaide ) and Genevieve ( geminiy )

INT:
Kordei ( fin ), Nate ( Winona ), Evelyn ( jasmyn )

tags

TL;DR kai is currently stirring the pot

tl;dr

Malachi Deavan

beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me, for me

Kai opened eyes open hearing the horn of the taxi – waking up to a disgruntled taxi driver telling him to pay up and get his ass out of his car. He quickly handed the male a bunch of notes, probably a bit too much if he’s honest, before stepping out and taking his backpack with him. Kai had just been at London, he barely managed to get off of his flight in time to even run and catch a taxi at the taxi rank. He didn’t really intend to come back to Hollywood arts so late, but alas his dad lost yet another job.

He remembers flashbacks to his parents struggle and arguing just this summer. He hated it. He didn’t really understand what it was about his dad’s behaviour that didn’t allow him to hold a job. His behaviour, his work ethic, whether he even actually had a job. They were all thoughts that crossed his mind as he would work every summer morning on a local farm. He would do a lot of manual labour in attempts to not only save up some extra side money for himself but also for his mother. She needed it a lot. A lot more than he did. It was times when he saw his own mother struggling that he remembered why he tolerated being in this hellhole of a school with these shitty and fake people.

He dusted off his clothes and sorted out his hair – really just by running his hands through his curly locks. Any attempt to even comb through them would cause his loose curls to frizz up and make him look like a battered voodoo doll. And especially in a place like this, he needed to look his best. He quickly checked his timetable just to see what lessons he had next before rushing down the school hallways. He was excited to see everyone. Jordie, Evie, Jack, Nate – hell even Adriane’s annoying ass. Annoying, but hot – don’t get it twisted. He smiled as he typed on his phone, a cracked and battered up old iPhone, to tell them about his arrival and to ask where they were.

It was the that he heard all the commotion. Not seen it but heard echoes down the hall and people whispering. Whisperings of Kordei and Evie confronting Nate, which absolutely didn’t really sound like an Evie move. Others saying Evie and Nate were confronting Kordei, which let’s be honest – if half of the school could they would. Kai definitely would anyway. Land a roundhouse kick right on that fuckers’ jaw for the way he talks about and treats Jordie. He came just about in time to see the aftermath. Kordei punching in frustration, and then proceeding to talk to Genevieve. Of course, Kai was going to shoot his shot, where else could he fit in a snarky comment. He wouldn’t be Kai if he didn’t.

“Keep it in your pants dickhead! Careful Gen, he has the clap.” Kai yelled cheekily after passing both Genevieve and Kordei – not because he was a pussy. Absolutely not. He just had better things to do than blow Kordei’s ego. He wasn’t a fool to their power difference, but Kai was born and raised in London. London’s East end of course, no way could his parents afford North or West. But again, where Kordei had power was where Kai had spirit. That and years upon years of having the absolute shit kicked out of him and kicking the shit out of others every time he felt like he needed to fight.

He heard the majority of the confrontation down the hall – between Nate, Evelyn and Kordei. He would have honestly stepped in sooner, but he wasn’t sure it was his place to. That and he knows Evie and Nate like the back of his hand. If anyone could handle Kordei, it was definitely them two. And now, after hearing all that, if Kai could rub salt on the open wound then he very well would. Honestly, fuck Kordei and his big head ass.

He slowly caught up to his friends who were up ahead, giving them time to wrap up any personal comments and quips before he decided to chime in himself.

“Don’t know what you guys did but Kordei’s on ‘roid rage and I would pay my left kidney to see him punch at the wall again.” He laughed, eye crinkling as he stared at the two. Despite the scene that just happened, Evie still looked as graceful as a summer day, with a smile like the first southern wind. Nate, well, Kai couldn’t really say the same for Nate so much. He was a bit dishevelled, as would anyone who had just been slammed against a locker and been threatened to have the living daylights punched out of them. Still, he still looked good.

He dusted off Nates shoulders before chuckling and giving him a beaming smile. “You were just about to be kicked the shite out of from what I heard.” He said with an eyebrow raised.

“You okay?” He asked, this time sincerely with his eyebrows up in concern. “Also, what the fuck is all this on twitter – you guys have to fill me in!” He smiled once again, his demeanour lighting up as he wrapped his arms around the two people, he called friends.

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[ohdittoh]

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... michael reid ...

MOOD

oops. shit.

LOCATION

hallway near caf

TAGS

zeph Winona

If the morning had gone any better, Mike’d’ve thought that he had died and gone to Heaven. The exam in Statistics? Aced. The practice shoot? Nailed it. That shoot for two Wednesdays from now? Booked. And the best part? That damn pain that he’d felt in his neck all week was gone.

That little sacrifice he’d made of asking Ronnie out was worth it. He was still, in fact, a fucking genius— as soon as he’d done that little thing, his day had gone from terrible to amazing.

The apology was a lie, anyway. At least, that was what he told himself, but hey, that worked.

He bade his teacher a grin and a “see ya tomorrow” as he turned out of the classroom and made a beeline for the bathroom outside the cafeteria.

He whistled a little ditty as he did his business and then washed his hands. He was on top of the world.

He smirked at himself in the mirror. “Look at that sexy beast,” he muttered, chuckling softly.

He ripped a paper towel from the dispenser, dried his hands, and threw it at the trash can.

It missed.

Well, he never was good at sports.

He chuckled as he went to pick it up, and he grabbed his bag from the spot beside the sink where he’d left it. He quickly turned out of the bathroom—

And had to stop himself from falling as he rammed into a much taller boy.

Mike chuckled, taking a moment to steady himself. “Shit, man, my b...”

His voice trailed off as his eyes trailed up to the face of who he’d knocked into.

“Shit, man...,” he muttered.

A pain came back into his neck, and Mike bit back anger with a soft chuckle. “Zeph. Hey.” This was not the guy he wanted to see. Fuck.

It seemed like his good mood had had too short of a life.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Winona]

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Nate

INTERACTIONS

Evie, Kai

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

jasmyn elaaraa

He didn't really know how to respond to Evie's words. Words... they didn't come easy to Nate. That was probably the reason he always struggled to pass his English classes. Or the reason that he tended to be quiet. Words just never wanted to come out -- it was easier to express things through color and art, but that was impossible to do in conversation. It wasn't like he could say "one second, let me doodle out what I'm feeling" because he didn't have a sketchpad, nor did he know how to speak.

Kai's presence was a welcome relief. It meant that Nate didn't have to reply to Evie. He didn't have to try and stumble through his words and he didn't have to answer her because if Nate was being honest, no. No he wasn't fine right now. Chas had turned Nate over to the fucking school. His stupid sister Esther had told Chas everything.

Nate was screwed. It was just a matter of time until he was on the next plane back to Kansas.

He shrugged at Kai's questions as their friend wrapped his arms around both Nate and Evie's shoulders. "Nothing too important," Nate mumbled -- which, of course, was the understatement of the century. But what else was he supposed to say? Oh my entire criminal record got posted on public Twitter and my crack addiction was exposed.

No, not criminal record. He wasn't convicted. Not crack addiction. Ex-addiction. He was clean.

And then, the one thing he'd been expecting. The one thing he'd been waiting to happen ended up happening.

"Nathan Woods, please come down to the office. Nathan Woods."

Fuck.

Nate pulled away Kai's grasp as his name was called and he offered Evie and Kai a little half-hearted smile. "I gotta go. I'll see you guys... later." He said before he turned and started down the hallway.

All around him were eyes -- stares, gazes, the looks of his classmates. Nathan Woods had managed to stay under the radar for his entire career at Hollywood Arts. He had managed to just be "that mysterious, broody guy" for the last almost three years. Nate had kept his head down, did his work, grown as an artist, tried to stick to himself.

And in one weekend, he'd managed to fuck it all up.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Winona]

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Jace

INTERACTIONS

Rome

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

LowkeyLovingLoki

Being terrible at comforting people could be added to the super long list of things that Jace was just no good at. Any kind of social interaction could be added to that list, actually... it was a chronic problem in the young guy. It tended to be why Jace would lose himself in his music. When he had the guitar in his hands, or music thrumming in his ears, he felt undue confidence. Like he could do anything, say anything, be anyone. The world was his oyster, so to speak.

But as soon as the music would stop, that confidence would fall. Rightfully so, to be honest, because it was false confidence. Jace couldn't do anything. Jace could barely tie his own shoes or count to ten without struggle... Okay, so obviously he could do both of those and he was being overdramatic, but you get the point. Jace was bad at most things.

After Nickie's ridiculousness, Jace had messaged Rome and now the boy had agreed to meet Jace. Or let Jace meet him in an empty music room, which was fine by Jace. It wasn't like he would've actually gone to the cafeteria. Jace would've just found a different empty classroom to go sit in with his guitar and his notebook and his headphones. Places like the cafeteria that were filled to the brim with people always worked to make Jace's head hurt and his breath catch in his throat.

So nope, nope, nope.

He pulled his headphones on and scrolled through his music in search of the perfect something to listen to. Death Cab for Cutie. Yeah. That was perfect for his mood. He tapped the play button and slid his phone into the pocket of his hoodie as he started through the school in search of the classroom that Rome had mentioned.

His words moved subtly, mouthing the words to the song.

I got my knuckles bruised, by a lady in black...

Nope, not in there.

And I held my tongue as she told me son, fear is the heart of love, so I never went back...

Nope, nope, nope. Wow it was hard to find a small Russian boy.

Ope, never mind, there he was.

Clearing his throat and taking in a deep breath, Jace pulled the headphones off his head and let them fall around his neck. The music still played quietly and he could still faintly hear it. That was enough to keep him from feeling too anxious as he sucked in a deep breath and pushed open the door to step inside.

"Hey," he called quietly. "Are... uhh... t-the..."

Fudge.

"Hi."

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Winona]

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Adriane

INTERACTIONS

Chas, JJ

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

Soap hery

She let out a laugh... until she realized that Chas wasn't kidding. The laughter died on her lips immediately after that, but of course he wasn't kidding. Chas Marino didn't kid. Her lips turned down in a frown, her eyebrows drawing together in disgust at the very idea.

"Chas, please," she spat. "Do you know what would happen to my reputation if I dated Dei and he cheated on me with Evie?" Adriane gave a quick shake of her head. "No. And please never suggest something so... never suggest something like that again, okay?" She asked as her expression fell away again.

"I need to go to class. Try not to lose another tooth, darling." Adriane said, her voice dripping with a bit more venom than she intended as she brushed past Chas and headed to her locker.

Her? Date? Please. Adriane had tried the dating thing with Jordan, but it was simply too boring. She much preferred to keep her options... open.

-----------------​

Her morning had gone by about as well as one would expect. Boring. Math, a practice shoot, history. Honestly, it was ridiculous. She would never use math or history in her day to day life once she had graduated. All Adriane needed was the ability to look flawless in front of a camera, which she already had. Well, that and being able to write -- so that, you know, when her looks faded, Adriane had something to support herself. She wasn't stupid, after all, and she had thought about her future.

With lunch finally upon them, Adriane let out a heavy sigh as she dropped her things off at her locker and started towards the cafeteria before she remembered that she was supposed to have lunch with JJ. Adriane had respect for the younger girl -- she said what was on her mind and didn't conform to the ridiculous hierarchy of this school. It was part of the reason she had convinced Chas to let JJ live with them. Plus, having another girl to ask fashion advice of was always a benefit.

"Hey," she said as she walked up to JJ with the faintest wisp of a smile on her face. "We're still on for lunch, right?"

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[sunshineysoul]

MOOD: tired

OUTFIT:

LOCATION: hallway in front of the caf

basics

MENTIONS: Winona Soap


INT: adri + jj

tags

TL;DR gus is back from a his long ass trip of photoshoots

tl;dr

augustus

you know they say that i am better now

It had been a wild summer for mr augustus jace. filled with photoshoot after photoshoot after photoshoot. he knew he'd miss out on a good chunk of his senior year, but he didn't care too terribly much. he was getting his foot in doors for his career. he had never planned on college, just straight into his modeling career. he promised his parents he would visit but that hasn't happened yet. gus was traveling around. the world and his agent somehow never once planned for him to visit his parents in mississippi. so he took it upon himself to miss more of his senior year to visit them once his shoots were done. and boy was that a trip.

gus quickly wiped his thoughts out of his mind as the bell rang for lunch. he was too tired to think about what happened in mississippi. he gathered his belongings, not even remembering what just was said in class and went out to the hall. he needed friends right now, and of course the first person he saw was a very good friend.
"Adri! can i hang with you for lunch?" he sent a quick smile and a wave to JJ.

he had missed adri, one of his closest friends, second only to toni. although, gus had known adri for longer than toni, he and toni had grown way closer now that they lived together. he still told adri everything, but something about a roommate bond you just can't come between.

code by valen t.

 

[elaaraa]

MOOD: angry and little bit confident

OUTFIT: alamara's outfit

LOCATION: hollywood arts hallways

basics

MENTIONS:
Kordei ( fin ), Genevieve ( geminiy ), Adriene ( Winona ), JJ ( Soap ), Augustus ( sunshineysoul ), Evelyn ( jasmyn ), Amethyst ( Kitsune2202 )

INT:
Kordei ( fin ), Adriene ( Winona ), JJ ( Soap ), Augustus ( sunshineysoul )

tags

TL;DR ms. steal your man and your modelling contract.

tl;dr

Alamara Jawahir

hold me down in the siren lights,
love me even when my lies ain't white.

“No! I’m not renewing my contract with them until they give in.” Alamara spoke in an angry tone as she took another inhale of her cigarette outside the walls of Hollywood arts. Though her tone was angry, people had seen it on worse days. Audio levels rising and rising, ears hot and red with fury with eyes brewing hurricanes. This was simply a calm before a storm for her. “Can’t afford to pay me more? They’re fucking Dior. If they can’t pay me more then tell them to get another face for their makeup line.” She rolled her eyes as the grip on her phone became tighter. What an actual joke. As if she was going to allow anyone to low ball her. Not today, not ever. Mara may be an easy-going girl, most of the time, but she was serious when it came to her work. Especially the standard of her work. “They want to talk about ethnic diversity and make me the face, when their shit only caters to two shades of beige.”

She hung up her phone in frustration before stubbing her cigarette. She kneeled into a crouching position as she placed her head in hands, slowly rubbing her eyes. Fuck, she needed some more sleep. She may have fucked up. Royally fucked up. Did she just make a headline for a three-day drinking spree? Maybe she did. But it didn’t affect her face, so she didn’t see what their problem was. Red lipstick could still adorn pink, plump petal lips and eyeliner could trace eyes with the flick of a cat’s eye. Her cheeks could still look like they were burned hot red on a summer day from too much smiling and a little bit of innocence.

Everyone was so high sprung in America, she hated it. If you drink two glasses of wine with dinner then suddenly, you’re an alcoholic. She scoffed, you drink two glasses of wine in Ireland and you’re the designated driver. That was one thing she remembered being hard to get used to. The way they studied you with hollow eyes, scanning in you with nothing more than what’s at face value. Maybe that was everywhere in the world and she was exaggerating? But she definitely felt the hot air of incompetency blowing back at her every time she so much as decided to breath outwards. She ran her hands through her hair as she looked back at the school building behind her.

She tried to keep a low-profile for the coming year. Didn’t make a lot of commotion when a lot of things happened like the homecoming game. All the bullshit and motions of high school drama and noise came around. But for some reason, even when trying her hardest to keep her head down, it seemed like life just loved biting her in the ass. She was down, not the typical down where a bitch could cheer herself up with pizza and wine. No, she felt lacking and she felt lonely. A burning hole through the chest of a girl who’d never made any real connections.

So, she drank. And the first glass became the second glass, which then became the third and so on. Glasses, shots and bottles which ended up becoming a three-day binge. Finding herself waking up in hotel bedrooms in cities she’d never been before and in houses of men who were way beyond her years. The scariest probably being waking up in a bathtub – the first thing she did was check for a scar on her stomach. Thankfully there wasn’t one.

That being said, there were certain things she liked about America. She didn’t hate it all. Though it could be considered cold, to her it was warm. It was warm and she liked it. Irish summers were nothing compared to an American autumn. Though she’s still technically wrapped up she also liked the added heat from the outside air too. That and she’s built a career here, would be kind of stupid to move back.

She quickly got up as she prepared to re-enter the school building. She was always conscious of how she looked. She took a quick glance in the mirror and patter herself off, dusted her clothes and sorted her strands of hair in perfect position. She then proceeded to chew on a mint before spraying her favourite perfume, Chanel N°5. She wasn’t smoking for that long so hopefully the smell didn’t radiate off of her. No one ever complained before, so she didn’t think it did. That or maybe they were just too nice to point it out.

She quickly entered through the double doors into the hallway, face springing into a flirtatious smile as she saw a familiar face. A familiar face with someone who she didn’t really care to know. “Hi, Dei.” she whispered in his ear as she passed him, her hands lightly touching his as she grazed the tips of her fingers onto his palms. “Be at my place tomorrow, okay?” Not ‘please, come see me there’ or ‘I need to speak to you' or whatever. Mara and Dei were above that beat around the bush bullshit. They were going to meet again. To b quite frank, even though she didn't really care too much for Evelyn and Amy, they were dragging Kordei down. Taking out what made Kordei himself and replacing it with their own ideals of what he should be like. She's kind of glad that it's done with both of them.

She the proceeded to walk ahead and looked around, her eyes falling on Adriene, Augustus and JJ. She gave her softest smile before walking up to the group. "Hey guys." she spoke tiredly. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything am I?." she said, with her eyebrows raised. She slowly wrapped her arms around Augustus's waist in an attempt to back hug him. Nothing too deep really. Just a sign of the affection she holds for him.

code by valen t.

 

[gh0stwriter]

lucky

MOOD: relaxed.
LOCATION: the cafeteria.
TAGS/MENTIONS:Wolfgang,Minnie(mentioned).

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Lucky groaned as he quickly reached over and shut off his alarm. Late night cram session and less than four hours sleep would make anyone a little cranky. He slid out of the bottom bunk and stretched before looking up at his brother trying to pretend to sleep. He huffed out a small chuckle and rolled his eyes. “Not again, little man,” he said playfully. “I can’t be late again.” He tickled his little brother until he wiggled awake. “Brush your teeth and get ready for school. We’ll pick up breakfast on the way if you hurry.” He watched Lennon jump off the bed and run to the bathroom. That was easier than he thought. He went to the second bathroom and took a quick shower and brushed he teeth and to his surprise, Lennon was ready to go by the time he was out.

They made their way downstairs. This place was small, but anything was better than the shithole they left back in NYC. Aunt Lydia did the best she could, but it wasn’t easy being a single parent, especially when she didn’t ask for it. In true Lydia fashion, she was running behind. ‘I don’t have time to make breakfast.’ She lamented. “Don’t worry about it, Aunt Lydia, I already promised Lennon I’d get him breakfast if he didn’t make me late again.” She smiles. ‘You’re the best.’ Lennon rushed back upstairs. ‘Your father reached out again.’ She revealed. “I don’t care. Don’t tell Lennon. It’ll just end badly.” Lydia sighed. ‘Maybe…’ I rolled my eyes. “Just drop it. We don’t need him.” Lennon barreled back into the room “Let’s go, little man.”

The walk was uneventful as per usual and Lennon made it to school with plenty of time to play before class and if Lucky timed it right, he’d be a little early. He took a sip of his double shot caramel macchiato and was at school in record time. He pulled out his cell phone and read his alerts. He was supposed to be showing some new kid where his classes were. The administration felt it would help them both acclimate to HA better and give each other someone they can rely on. Trouble was, Lucky didn’t rely on anyone. He made his way over to his locker and noticed the student he was supposed to show around. “Wolfgang, right?” They shook hands. “I’m Lucky.”

The morning seemed to go by fairly easily. Lucky was able to show Wolfgang around a bit before first period. He was nice enough, but still competition, which Lucky didn’t care too much for. I guess it’s why he’s stayed under the radar until the Twitter war this morning. The amount of shit that happened in just a matter of minutes was pretty astounding. Luckily, Wolfgang and he shared the first three periods, so it was easy to navigate the tour when he was going to the same classes.

Fourth period was different and Lucky dropped Wolfgang off and headed to his own class. He had made plans to meet up with him in the cafeteria at lunch. Guess it would be a nice change of pace than sitting alone and listening to music. The guy was pretty cool. Didn’t feel the need to talk too much. Liked to talk about music. It was simple. Easy. And not overloaded with a bunch of bullshit. Lucky hopped on Twitter again. He hated to admit it, but it was definitely an entertaining read and when Gen called him out and set him up with Minerva. He never knew getting laid would be this easy. Had he known, he would’ve gotten involved when he first started school.

When Minnie dmed him and gave him her address, that was all he needed. “Can I go to the bathroom?” Lucky raised his hand and was waved off by the teacher. He packed up his things and made his way out of the room. It was obvious he wasn’t planning on returning to class. He smirked as he got another dm from Minerva telling him to hurry his ass up. ‘Already on my way.’ He replied with confidence as he hopped in the Uber and headed for Minnie’s place.

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Hot damn. Minnie was definitely not a disappointment and just what Lucky had needed today. A distraction was always nice, but Minnie took things to a whole other level. His Uber had made it back to school. He’d already missed fourth period and a decent amount of lunch, but it was math and he didn’t care that much. He made his way into the cafeteria quickly spotting Wolfgang by himself. He felt kind of bad for ditching him, but a dude’s gotta do what he has to. He walked up to the table with a slight wave. “Hey dude, sorry I’m late, I got caught up.” He said as he slid into the table. “How was fourth period?”

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[Winona]

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Zephyr

INTERACTIONS

Mike

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

ohdittoh

You had to be fucking kidding him right now.

Zephyr hadn't managed to talk to Ronnie yet today and for the most part, he'd been trying to focus on his classes. He'd had a couple tests and so far, he'd felt pretty good about them. His day wasn't great, but his day wasn't horrible. His day had gone pretty much mediocre which, for it being school, was good enough for him.

Until he'd been on his way to the bathroom.

And some guy had bumped into him. The dude was small enough that if he hadn't walked into Zeph, he probably wouldn't have even noticed him. But of course, the moment someone bumped into him, Zephyr was looking down to apologize to the guy and make sure he was alright... until he saw who it was that had bumped into him.

The easygoing smile faltered and fell away when he realized it was fucking Mike.

"Hey, Mike." His tone was colder than he intended, but it was hard to let his voice be... warm? Welcoming? Polite? It was hard to not let his distaste for the tiny man before him be showcased in the tone of his voice. "How are you?"

Wait, small talk probably wasn't the way to go.

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[ohdittoh]

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... michael reid ...

MOOD

stopping this.

LOCATION

hallway near caf

TAGS

zeph Winona

Zeph sounded...disgusted by the fact it was Mike, and Mike had to hold back his anger with a deep sigh and a forced smile. Again— and he said this often— nothing pissed him off more than people looking down upon him. Not literally, ‘cuz he didn’t have a Napoleon Complex, but metaphorically. But this kid was doing both, so that bit of explanation wasn’t necessary this time, he supposed.

Fuck it. He shouldn’t have to explain his anger. He couldn’t explain it fully, either, but now he knew a part of it and he could peg it all on that and not have to think as much.

“If you want me to be honest, I was doing just great,” Mike said, looking up at Zeph with an obviously forced grin. “Good things must come to an end, though, huh?” Mike reached up and gave him a light punch on the shoulder. Okay, maybe a little harder than a light punch— but it wasn’t an actual punch, so it was good.

Michael crossed his arms, leaning back on his feet, grinning. “So, did you come to look for me to talk about what happened Friday?” He chuckled.

He knew the answer to that already.

“Are you really gonna bitch at me for doing something that gave you that make out sesh with Ronnie?” He cocked his head slightly.

Yeah. Nothing he was saying was wrong, even if it came out a bit aggressively.

“You looked like you were just following your dreams with that. You should thank me, Zeph. It’s cuzza me that Ronnie even wanted to be around you.”

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

HAND OVER HAND

Seb's day had actually gotten a little better. He still didn't feel great; he was tired and all he really wanted to do was curl back up in bed, but he was functioning fairly well. He'd texted Chas a little bit in the morning, and even though Seb really wanted to see him in person, he didn't feel great about talking to him with Adriane there. He was patient, so he was happy to wait for Chas to be alone or... with someone nicer. Seb was also on much better terms with Charlie now than he had been at the beginning of the day, so that alone lifted a huge weight from his shoulders. All in all, it was a significant improvement from how he'd felt when he first woke up.

He was walking out of his last of his morning classes before lunch, attempting to break up fights on Twitter, but to no avail. He was starting to really consider deleting the app, since it seemed like all that ever happened was that people were targeted and, well, kind of abused. It had never been him, since he was hardly ever on or said anything worth arguing about, but it still stressed him out to see it happening to other people. Chas was in the middle of it a lot of times, but luckily, he'd been fairly quiet the past few hours. Books in one hand, phone in the other, Seb glanced up every now and then to make sure he was watching where he was going down the hall as he texted Charlie on the way to his locker.

Sebastian

MOOD: slightly improved

LOCATION: school

OUTFIT: hoodie n jeans

INTERACTIONS:

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

bend over backwards

So, as it turned out, being the subject of rumours and gossip really sucked. Especially when they were true.

One minute, Rome was as content as he'd ever been with someone whom he naively loved, and the next his phone was buzzing incessantly in his pocket. He'd pulled back from the embrace and read through the public twitter, and to be frank, he'd almost shit his pants. He looked around frantically, trying to spot Nickie who had apparently seen them, but his eyes were blurry with tears. His on-again off-again boyfriend, who obviously had no idea what was going on, was trying to get Rome's attention, but everything sounded like he was underwater and he felt... he felt like he was going to be sick. He told his lover to get out of there and he frantically walked back into the school, typing furiously in response to anyone who had something to say about his relationship.

He found an empty classroom and threw himself onto the floor, sitting against the wall and wiping at his eyes. As much as they welled up, he hadn't actually cried yet, which was quite the feat. By the time the Twitter conversation was over, though, he was sobbing. He let his phone drop to the ground and pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and crying into them. He didn't understand how everything had changed so quickly; sure, he wasn't everyone's favourite person, but he was well-liked. And yeah, he spread rumours about people, but... did he deserve this? Did his lover deserve all the awful things everyone said about him? As true as they were, Rome was blind to it.

He looked up and wiped at his eyes again as the door to the classroom opened, but he was relieved to see that it was just Jace. He'd kind of forgotten that he'd said he could join him. He sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve, attempting a watery smile. "Hi."

romir

MOOD: big sad

LOCATION: school

OUTFIT: prolly sweatpants and a crop top

INTERACTIONS: Winona

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