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Ash West
INTERACTIONS

Eli

MENTIONS

Trevor, Jan

TAGS

geminiy geminiy



Her morning classes had gone about as well as one might expect. Stressful? Yes. Inability to really concentrate or think? Double yes. She was just... thankful that now, she could at least see Eli and spill everything that had happened to him.

Look, all in all, Ash was a decent person at keeping secrets to herself or not spilling to people. The infamous words of "I'm fine" and "It's nothing" were basically suggested to her every time she went to send a message. Like, you know, in the little part of the keyboard that suggested words. Oh help her. Her mind was so congested with thoughts that she couldn't even properly think of what that was called.

Anyway, morale of the story, Ash could keep a secret and keep things to herself. However, there was one person that she couldn't keep anything from -- even if she tried, she was pretty sure Eli would be able to pick up on there being something on her mind. So yeah, there was no way that she was going to keep this from him.

Ash had arrived at the picnic table first. She was sitting on one of the benches, her back leaned back against the table. Teeth digging into her bottom lip per usual, her gaze focused on the grass in front of her, and her hands brushing through her hair which she had pulled over one shoulder. She was so focused on her thoughts, until she heard footsteps and looked up.

A smile broke out across her face when she saw Eli and Ash perked up. She stopped biting her lip, sat up a little straighter, and her hands let go of her hair as he made his way over and wrapped her in a tight hug. Yep, this was definitely what she needed and Ash was already feeling better as she squeezed him back.

And there it was, Eli asking her to fill him in.

She could took in a deep breath, her eyes closing for a moment, as she tried to gather the courage and figure out her words. Finally, Ash let go of Eli and sat back, meeting his eyes with her own before she started talking and once she started? She didn't stop.

"I kissed Trevor." She paused. "Well, I didn't... kiss him... he kissed me, but I... kissed him back? And like, it wasn't just like... a kiss and done or anything, it was like... like... I made out with Trevor drunk." It felt... weird to say it aloud, to Eli. She'd talked about it with Trevor -- kind of -- but even then the idea had been skirted around so heavily, that... it hadn't felt...

Real. Not until now. Until now, it still felt like some kind of fever dream.

"Yeah, so uhh... yeah that happened." There she went, biting her lip again. "And I uhh... I tried to umm... talk to him. About it, you know... and uhh... I asked him, like, why. Like why did he kiss me, you know? And he said because he uhh... he wanted to, and I... I think I kinda messed things up, because he totally almost kissed me again and I... think... I ruined that."

Ash was good at two things, and that was panicking and backpedaling.

"But I'm supposed to go with him, to his apartment, after school, and I..." she hesitated, her lips parted for a moment. "I'm scared. Not like... I don't know. Scared of umm... what's going to happen? I guess?"

Now, that didn't make much sense. Like yeah, she was absolutely terrified about going with Trevor anywhere, and a little part of her was glad that Lin was also going and also... upset, almost. Plus, plus, there was the whole stupid thing where Charlie had messaged Trevor and got him involved in a total overreaction to a few comments she had made on Twitter.

What, she was expected to just show up and go hang out with Trevor after the disaster of a morning their talk had been, followed by that very awkward conversation where he'd called her breathtaking? Yeah, see, that's just now how it felt like it should work to Ash. Guys didn't... say that about her, and she wouldn't have thought anything into it if Trevor hadn't kissed her.

"So umm... yeah." She let out a sigh. "What about you and the uhh... the new girl?"


code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 
MOOD: butterflies

OUTFIT: cute

LOCATION: some corner of the cafeteria
basics
MENTIONS: N/A


INT: N/A
tags
TL;DR jan's got butterflies + anxiety on the first day, but she's vibin with some alone time in the cafeteria
tl;dr
january
dance with me in my backyard boy
jan couldn't help the blush that rose to her cheeks. she did her best to say goodbye quickly and turn away so eli couldn't see. nevertheless, jan was greatful for someone to show her to at least her first class. she tried to get rid of the butterflies filling her stomach from cute boys and focus on the excitement of being in a new school for the first time. it was equal parts exciting as it was anxiety inducing. normally, january had friends in every class, always had someone to talk to. now? she knew she stood out, being the new girl and all. she was also terrified of everyone knowing about her failure. her logical self knew that was stupid, it's not like the auditions were open seating and it's not like they posted who auditioned for what and who got into which department. she was sure no one knew, yet her anxiety crept in, convincing her that everyone already knew she was a failure. but january couldn't dwell on it for long, seeing how class was about to start.

~~~

ugh
january was already exhausted, and it was only lunch. thankfully, she had found the rest of her classes, only being late one other time. jan was actually excited for her classes this year, most of them were centered around photography such as how to pose models, how to edit pictures in depth, and even symbolism in shoots. she had never been so excited for school. however, now was lunch time and she still didn't know anyone. well, she knew eli, but she already knew he had plans with ash. she wasn't too upset though, she needed this hour to re-coop and reorganize her thoughts.

she found a semi quiet corner of the cafeteria after grabbing her lunch from her locker (boy did that take a while to find). she pulled out her binder and laptops, looking over everything from all the syllabi from every class. january prided herself in how organized she was when it came to school, she had a 3.7 GPA for crying out loud. so there she sat, headphones on top of her head, music playing, and her fingers working away on her keyboard to figure out scheduling, due dates and supplies needed for each class. if january sat there, alone, for the entire hour, no one would hear her complain.
code by valen t.
 
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... trevor callaghan ...
MOOD

friendship.

LOCATION

rachel, middle seats

TAGS

nate Winona Winona (ash mentioned)



Trevor gave a small smile at nothing in particular and went quiet, his deep breaths audible in the still air. He supposed that he could have said more, but he just would have been beating the same damn dead horse, rather than letting it rest in peace. Oh, Ash, oh, Ash, oh, Ash, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah— as Nate had said, he was King Dumbass, and King Dumbass apparently only knew an array of drabble that had to do with how much he was fucking himself with all of the stuff going on with Ash. Rather than speak on that again, Trevor chose not to speak at all.

The air that hung between the boys was not uncomfortable. It was similar to the air that usually hung between the two when they smoked; the silence was just silence. Not awkward, nor comfortable, nor uncomfortable— it was just silence that was just there because neither of them wanted or found it beneficial to talk. His eyes went to the much-smaller joint in Nate’s hand, and he held his hand out for it wordlessly.

Rather than take another hit of it, Trevor watched the thick smoke gently and silently crawling up from the end of the joint, and he sighed softly. He hadn’t expected to talk to Nate about all of this. Looking back at a few moments ago, he felt like a grade school boy. Really…? He was really getting all up in a tizzy over a kiss…? He rubbed his lips together. He really was a fucking dumbass.

Even so…in an odd way, talking about it…hadn’t made things worse. Hadn’t made things…better, but hadn’t made things worse. “Hey, Nate,” Trevor began, and he went silent to look back at the burning object in-between his fingers. “Hey, thanks, mate. Fer this. It’s…kinda nice.”


code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 








jordan




MOOD: excited.
LOCATION: school roof.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: juliette Soap Soap .
Jordan's eyes squinted slightly, head tilted as he tried to make out Juliette's outlook on the whole thing. It was obvious that she wasn't too pleased about-- whatever they were-- becoming public knowledge. Trying to reassure her that Gen wouldn't tell was obviously futile, in a school like Hollywood Arts, word got around faster than Usain Bolt on a good day.

As Juliette's voice trailed off, Jordan let out a sigh. "Jules, I--"

When Juliette kissed him, it felt like fireworks exploding from everywhere inside of him. Jordan expected literally anything other than affection from Juliette, and yet that kiss not only shocked him still, but gave him a feeling that everything just might be okay. Jordan couldn't help but smile that quirky, child-like smile after the fact. Admiring Juliette came easily, and having her up close and personal as she wiped away the stray lipstick only brightened that smile.

"What?" Jordan exclaimed at her words. "I missed you too, Jules, but it's one thing to diss my friends. But my spot? You've got it coming, girlie." He teased. The mop fell behind him only seconds after he'd spoken, knocking him right in the centre of his skull. "...Maybe we should get out of here."

As quickly as Jordan groaned over at the mop, his smile turned into a foxy grin. He knew exactly what he and Juliette we're going to do. "Come on, princess." Jordan bounced up onto his feet. With one arm, he swung his bag onto his back, and pulled Juliette along with the other. The halls were relatively empty (if you could really say that about H.A.) during the meat of lunch time, and so maneuvering through the students as he ran along with Juliette was easier than normal. Jordan pushed the stairwell door open for Juliette, and ascended the stairs with ease. Unlike the other stair wells, a couple stairs past the topmost floor sat a fortified steel door-- beyond this door in particular was roof access.

"Boyd's fucking keys, Jules! You didn't think I pranked that teacher just for kicks, did 'ya?" Jordan chuckled, stuffing the dirty gold key into the red safety lock. After a moment's buckling, it finally gave way and creaked open.

Jordan was hit with a rush of adrenaline as he took in the fresh air coming in from so high up. He bound forwards, arms stretched out at his sides. Up here, ans alone with Juliette on this roof, his previous worries had just vanished. Jordan quickly moved towards the ledge facing the front-entrance of the school, as with Juliette, this was going to be his first time up here.

"You said normal, J. But you of all people should know that's not my thing."

Jordan's hands swung limp over to his side as he stared down at the ant-sized students passing below him. "This could be our new thing though? Our spot."



code by low fidelity.


Jordan's eyes squinted slightly, head tilted as he tried to make out Juliette's outlook on the whole thing. It was obvious that she wasn't too pleased about-- whatever they were-- becoming public knowledge. Trying to reassure her that Gen wouldn't tell was obviously futile, in a school like Hollywood Arts, word got around faster than Usain Bolt on a good day.

As Juliette's voice trailed off, Jordan let out a sigh. "Jules, I--"

When Juliette kissed him, it felt like fireworks exploding from everywhere inside of him. Jordan expected literally anything other than affection from Juliette, and yet that kiss not only shocked him still, but gave him a feeling that everything just might be okay. Jordan couldn't help but smile that quirky, child-like smile after the fact. Admiring Juliette came easily, and having her up close and personal as she wiped away the stray lipstick only brightened that smile.

"What?" Jordan exclaimed at her words. "I missed you too, Jules, but it's one thing to diss my friends. But my spot? You've got it coming, girlie." He teased. The mop fell behind him only seconds after he'd spoken, knocking him right in the centre of his skull. "...Maybe we should get out of here."

As quickly as Jordan groaned over at the mop, his smile turned into a foxy grin. He knew exactly what he and Juliette we're going to do. "Come on, princess." Jordan bounced up onto his feet. With one arm, he swung his bag onto his back, and pulled Juliette along with the other. The halls were relatively empty (if you could really say that about H.A.) during the meat of lunch time, and so maneuvering through the students as he ran along with Juliette was easier than normal. Jordan pushed the stairwell door open for Juliette, and ascended the stairs with ease. Unlike the other stair wells, a couple stairs past the topmost floor sat a fortified steel door-- beyond this door in particular was roof access.

"Boyd's fucking keys, Jules! You didn't think I pranked that teacher just for kicks, did 'ya?" Jordan chuckled, stuffing the dirty gold key into the red safety lock. After a moment's buckling, it finally gave way and creaked open.

Jordan was hit with a rush of adrenaline as he took in the fresh air coming in from so high up. He bound forwards, arms stretched out at his sides. Up here, ans alone with Juliette on this roof, his previous worries had just vanished. Jordan quickly moved towards the ledge facing the front-entrance of the school, as with Juliette, this was going to be his first time up here.

"You said normal, J. But you of all people should know that's not my thing."

Jordan's hands swung limp over to his side as he stared down at the ant-sized students passing below him. "This could be our new thing though? Our spot."
 



Luca Calistro

mood: confused, unknowing of what to do

location: Orchestral room

tag geminiy geminiy

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

It all really happened so fast Luca didn't know how to react to the girls words. He wanted to console her, let her know he was there for her and would help her in anyway he could but before a word could even come out the bell ran and Charlie up and left. Just like that, as quick as the situation had started it was over and she was gone leaving Luca alone among the maze of instrument's. He was still confused to the point that he sat there for a little, trying to ponder what just happened before letting out a sigh. Resting a hand on the keys of the Piano his fingers delicately danced up the keys and back down in a gentle tune as he thought before coming to the reservation that there was no point in trying to pry. If Charlie needed someone he was here and he hoped the girl knew that.

Standing from his seat he started back to work till lunch and even then didn't leave. Having packed his lunch Luca decided to stay in, sitting in the studio room pouring over recordings and papers upon papers of sheet music. Constantly jumping between his own orchestral work and more modern beat's he was making for some other student's to help them out. If it wasn't plainly obvious Luca had a major knack for such things as he worked on presumably multiple different things at a time. All with a smile on his face and a beat in his step.




coded by weldherwings.
 



Bobby Carson

mood: Embarrassed anxious

location: HA Entrance-Cafeteria

tag Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202

outfit: Headset: https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/61cBweAGaPL._AC_SL1500_.jpg

The flight had been long as usual but what could one expect when coming back from a European tour. If anything the flight wasn't the the bad part it was needing to come into school the next day that had Bobby not feeling today. Still he was excited to be back none the less as he hopped out and started in, a pair of Red beats by Dre Solo 3's over his ears as his head bobbed gently to the tunes he was listening to as he walked into school to the usual mornings and hello's from his friends. Though Bobby didn't show it he had been expecting more attention really, he had just come back from tour after all AND had just released his new song. Had no one heard it yet or worse.... Did they not like it?! His mind started to play his enemy once more as he walked through the halls and through his morning classes. Pouring over every detail in his mind in worry he had messed something up. He would have been like this easily to next week if it hadn't been for a small moment. Looking down to his phone Bobby was unable to help a familiar insta tag having hearted his post featuring his song. Just the words on the screen alone where enough to bring a big smile to his lips and clear his mind. It was made for her after all and though she might not have even known it was for her the fact that she liked it made bobby's day better.

As he finished his morning classes they where dismissed for lunch so as usual Bobby got out of his chair, pulling the headphones up and onto his ears once again and pushing play on his phone to drown out the world with music on his commute to the cafeteria. It would have been like any other normal day till he turned the corner and ran right into a girl. It wasn't a quick or hard collision, surely not enough to knock someone down but still he reacted on instinct. His hands reaching out and gently grabbing the girl by her arms to keep her from falling. Bobby was read to give her a simple apology and go along with his day till his eyes met Stella's face. She had grown alot since they last saw each other, her facial features having become more beautiful, her eyes still the same pretty color they where years ago. Sure Bobby had grown a lot to but, he hadn't seen Stella in so long that it was a surprise. So much so he paused for a moment and stared at her before snapping himself back into reality. Bringing one hand up Bobby pulled his headphones off to drape around his neck as he spoke. Admittedly somewhat awkwardly but still genuine.

"S-Stella hey! Its been a while."


coded by weldherwings.
 
bend over backwards

Rome didn't mind that it took Jace a bit to get his words out. It wasn't like Rome thought maybe he was hesitating, because he knew Jace wouldn't lie to him. He could be really brutally honest sometimes. So while Jace stumbled a bit with his words, Rome stayed quiet, picking at the hem of his crop top. Despite Jace's answer, Rome didn't feel that relieved or reassured. He looked away from his friend and down at his hands, then shook his head a bit. "Sometimes... I think I am. Idiot," he muttered, and part of him considered just leaving it there, but as always, Rome went on.

"I know am not smart. Sometimes I... am say wrong things. Tell secret by accident. Not my secret," he added quickly. God, it was hard to express himself in English. Rome was barely ever serious, so it wasn't often that he had to really think about what he was saying and make sure that it made sense. "Or get involve with... wrong person." He scoffed, knowing they both knew who he was talking about.

Wiping at his nose once more, he continued to stare at his hands. He picked a thread loose. Shit. "But I don't think... am bad person. I think am okay. I am... try my best."
romir
MOOD: big sad

LOCATION: school

OUTFIT: prolly sweatpants and a crop top

INTERACTIONS: Winona Winona

code by valen t.
 
MOOD: egg puns on the brain

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: lit classroom
basics
MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
Soap Soap (Alex)
tags
TL;DR no
tl;dr
Chas Marino
Chas' smug smirk melted into a grimace. "Real funny, CEO Barbie. Come up with that yourself?" It really was one after the other today... even the weird girl from lit class was in on the joke. He tapped his foot as she flipped through the annotated pages, awaiting his much-deserved praise. Alex could say whatever she wanted about Chas' likeability, but he was a damn good writer and he deserved recognition for it.

"Is that so?" Chas scoffed skeptically, rolling his eyes and leaning down to get a look at the script, "Glad to see all my high-quality red ink going to waste. Those were good pens." He grabbed ahold of the paper himself, his head moving left to right repeatedly like a typewriter. He mumbled quietly while he reread the scene and his notes, then stopped his head and stared idly for a few moments too long. The boy scrunched up his face as he began to question if he'd really written those revisions himself. Alex's argument made perfect sense; that scene shouldn't be cut. Plus, the cardboard box joke in scene 12 wouldn't make sense without the context of the current scene. Chas turned to face Alex, annoyance and intrigue etched all over his slightly dropped jaw.

With an even greater display of maddening audacity, Alex called his edit half-assed. The gall... "Believe it or not, it goes both ways. No matter how many of my edits you protest, you can't deny I probably have at least some pretty good advice in there somewhere. Even I can pull my own head out of my ass sometimes. How do you think I got this far?" He grabbed another lone fry and slipped it into his mouth, his defensive gaze softening. "You're no better than I am. There isn't a chance in hell you can defend that clusterfuck of a monologue from Laney towards the beginning. Seriously, who opens with an egg pun?"

He shook his head and let out an exasperated sigh. "And, while my screenwriting is the closest thing to perfection you'll ever lay your eyes upon, I'd have to agree. I'm told I tend to work in formulas. Clichés, if you will. But is that such a bad thing, really? I'm fine sacrificing some of the emotional value if it means adhering to a writing style I know people love. Seriously, we've all been reading the same stories for hundreds of years anyway." He shrugged, not at all phased by how heavily he was excusing his flaws. "What can I say? My writing's made for television. Or the silver screen. Not sure yet."

Chas winked at Alex, soaking up what was very obviously supposed to be a sarcastic jab at his unpleasantness. "And your specialty is... this? I'm sure if you keep up with this romance drivel you'll find some success. Maybe. After all, I suppose I could admit you were right about not cutting the confession scene between Vito and Laney. You could be onto something... more than the predictable edits I'll get from Robert-Minerva Frost." He cocked his head to the side, attempting to get a read on the girl. What does she have that I can't see...? No one ever refutes a Chas edit so easily.
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MOOD: Dying of boredom

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Football field
basics
MENTIONS: Gen


INT: ohdittoh ohdittoh
tags
TL;DR Livanna is sunbathing on the football field, having a mid-life crisis at the age of 16.
tl;dr
Livanna
Girl, you can't be fixed. Just take this.

Today was excruciatingly long, and they were only at lunch.

She could skip, but would that make a difference? None of these people would be willing to skip with her.

And to be honest? Should she actually even try? The only person who'd give her the time of day is most likely Gen. Livie can flirt with anyone she'd like, but still she'd catch the attention of someone she desperately tried to ignore.

Naturally, Liv opted out of lunch. She wasn't one for food much at all-- she ate to stay alive, yeah, but besides that she never really had a care. Everyone gets hungry, yes, but Livanna just didn't enjoy eating. It seemed like a waste of time altogether. She wasn't always like this though, when she was younger she'd actually eat whatever portion perfect meal her family had decided to give her, but now it's as if Liv has nightmares about that food in particular. It doesn't make sense, no. But after years of staying fit and focused, she didn't have a craving for certain foods. Which made this whole s'more thing a little ridiculous. Livanna had went to almost everyone, annoying them about some kind of graham cracker sweet-- although online, she enjoyed the very minimal attention she got.

The pencil flipped back and forth between her fingers, she stared at a blank page of a notebook, sunbathing on the football field. This was the nice thing about LA. Always sunny. They needed rain more than anyone else, but at least the dark and stormy clouds wouldn't depress anyone.

What to write? What to write?

Something that sounds pleasing, something that sounded good. Lifting herself up, she glanced over at the purple bag beside her. The only thing that moderately sounded good was the orange plastic bottle that was hidden somewhere in her backpack. She knew it'd help too.

And that was the problem.

The brunette shook her head, instead deciding to hum a tune. "Stay?" She questioned out loud, barely even singing the sentence before jotting it down. Livie let out an exasperated sigh and flopped back onto the grass.

It was as if a lightbulb went off in her head, and she lifted the book, shielding herself from the sun as she wrote a fairly important note on the blank page.

シ

Perfect.

She should be an artist.

Was it too late to change careers?

Probably.
code by valen t.
 
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... nickie abrams ...
MOOD

ugh

LOCATION

football field

TAGS

liv Soap Soap



Things had not gone well.

Nickie knew, as soon as she’d run inside, grabbed a boxed salad, sat down, tapped away at her phone with quivering thumbs, and pressed post, that doing what she’d done was a right. Listen, Rome was with a p-e-d-o. That was the end of it. You could look at is as just juicy gossip, but it wasn’t just juicy gossip. It was a secret that Rome had kept that was keeping him in danger, and even though she hadn’t originally thought of it that way, that was true. Rome was being taken advantage of, and now she’d let everyone know about it.

Which had, momentarily, made her public enemy numero uno, and it had made Gen tell her to get off of her phone and stop talking— which she had. She felt like she’d been on thin ice with Gen recently, and she didn’t want to fall out of her favor. Plus, her job was done. Everyone knew. Now it was up to them to deal with. At least now, she didn’t have to have that business wearing on her conscience.

She looked down at her salad, which looked more wilted than it had when she’d gotten it, and, with a sigh, she stood up, tossed the half-eaten thing in the trash, and walked outside of the cafeteria.

A woozy feeling washed over her. It was the kind of feeling that she always got when she knew that she was hated; a disgusting, anxious feeling that made everything around her look like they were gross shades of the colors that they were. Her vision wiggled, pounding to the speed of her heartbeat, and she struggled to catch her breath, slumping against the wall as she put her hand to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. Everyone hated her.

“You okay?” a voice called, barely registering through the haze, and Nickie forced a smile, making herself stand upright even though she felt unsteady and feverish. She made herself open her eyes, and when she saw that it was one of her teachers, she gave a small nod. “Yes, I’m great,” she lied. “Thank you…”

“Are you sure?” asked the teacher, frowning slightly. “Do you need me to walk you to the nurse?”

“I’m fine,” Nickie lied again. “Thank you…” She paused a moment. “I…I just think that i need some air…is the football field open right now?”

The teacher nodded. “Yes, I believe so…would you like me to walk you out there?”


“No, thank you,” she said, forcing another smile. “I…think that I can handle it. Thank you, though…”


“Alright. If you aren’t sure, you can come find me, or you can go to the nurse,” said the teacher.

“Y-Yes, sir,” she said. “Thank you.”

The teacher walked away, and Nickie stood for a moment, clutching her chest and breathing heavily, before she began to walk towards the football field. The whole way, she struggled to breathe. The corners of her vision were blackened, and her knees felt like they were made of putty. She could feel the blood pumping through the back of her head, and she stumbled over her feet and finally ended up collapsing in the grass before she could get to the field, cross-legged, eyes closed, trying her hardest to breathe, breathe…

Slowly, she felt herself fade back into calmness. Her body cooled down, no longer feeling so feverish, and she pushed herself off of the ground and opened her eyes back up and began to trudge back towards the field.

She mostly just felt...ugh. Ugh in that empty way...the way that she always got after calming down after a moment like she'd had. Ugh in that way that she'd gotten Friday after the performance.

When she got there, she immediately spotted another figure— a familiar figure, literally lying on the grass.

Nickie sighed softly, walking up to the girl laying on the grass on her newly-steadied feet up. “What are you doing out here, Liv?" Her voice showed no deep emotion-- no anger or antagonistic intent, as it usually did when she spoke to Liv. "This isn’t a bed. You’re going to get bugs— more bugs than you already have.” Despite her words, she spoke pensively, her eyes not really steadied on any one thing in particular.


code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 
fillerfillerfillfillerfillerfillerlerfilelifr 7:45 AM fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfilr
Jace
INTERACTIONS

Rome

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

LowkeyLovingLoki LowkeyLovingLoki



"I don't... I mean..." Jace's eyebrows creased together in thought. He stretched his long legs out in front of him against the cool tile. It was a small gesture, something that someone might just see as the lanky blonde readjusting his posture to be more comfortable while he talked to Rome. But in all actuality, it was simply because he was relaxing. Growing more comfortable the longer he sat here and talked to Rome. Sure, they were friends, but that didn't mean Jace wasn't still uncomfortable.

He was like a cat. It took him some time to warm up to people, or to any situation, before he could truly relax and feel like himself. And he was just starting to reach that point.

"I don't... think... no, t-that doesn't make you an umm... not smart." His words were still twisted and garbled -- an accurate representation of the twisted, garbled thoughts in his head. "That's just... not that. I'm uhh... I'm not smart. I uhh..." Jace's nose crinkled up. Talking about this? Not something he normally did. "I uhh... I fail... a lot. I have to get ummm... tutored but it just... doesn't click, I guess..."

Yeah, grades and school was yet another thing where Jace felt exceptionally short. It didn't matter how much he studied or how often he saw his tutor, because he would still just always fail. It was yet another sore topic for him and yet another thing where he was overshadowed by Ash who, when they were growing up, would regularly return home with straight A's while Jace struggled to get C's.

"And you're not... you're not a bad person." Jace mumbled. "I don't think... I don't think most people are bad, though..." he kept going, his mind struggling to piece together what he was trying to say. "But I don't... like... most bad people are just... just good people that made a... a bad judgment call... right?"

Well, that wasn't entirely true because there were literally really bad people. But that's why Jace said most.

"Like... like..." he let out a deflated sigh as his words came to an abrupt stop on his song.

"You're not a bad person."


code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 
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Nate
INTERACTIONS

Trevor

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

ohdittoh ohdittoh



He handed the joint back over to Trevor. Nate felt like he always did when he smoked and now that the high had actually hit him, he felt it fully.

Empty. Nate felt... empty. Hollow. Like there was nothing rattling around in his skull and nothing beating in his chest anymore. He absently brought a hand up and laid it against his chest. He waited until he could feel the familiar beating of his chest before lifting his hand up to rub at his eyes and then he brushed his hand back through his hair, smoothing it back down.

Right now, with his heart beating in his numb chest and his head feeling empty, Nate could forget everything that was worrying him. He could forget about Evie and the way thinking about her jumbled his thoughts, and he could forget about Chas and his stupid revenge, and he could forget about that plane ticket back to Kansas that was calling his name.

Nate really didn't want to go back home to Lecompton. He'd never been any good at driving at a tractor (Luke, his older brother, had never let him live down the time he couldn't get the tractor to stop and ended up going into a creek) and if he had to subject himself to spending the rest of his life surrounded by nothing but soybeans, well...

He'd die. Not physically die but he'd become as dull-eyed and dead inside as the people of his hometown. Nate actually liked living in a place like LA and he could never imagine going back. Hell, spending the couple months he did in Lecompton over the summer was almost enough to beat the last bit of drive out of him.

He'd fight this. He'd fight getting expelled, because getting expelled would mean having to go back home to a town and a high school that he had also been expelled from. And then he'd never get a diploma or graduate from anywhere, and he'd become a depressed painter living alone in his parents' attic.

Nate pushed himself to his feet. He couldn't really tolerate sitting on the ground anymore but he also didn't want to to keep talking about girls like he was seven again. It felt so childish.

"Yeah, don't get used to it." Nate mumbled as he brushed the dirt from his pants. "I'm usually only good as a smoking buddy, but... I can listen to you sometimes. I guess."

Did he really just say that?

He turned back towards Trevor and the van and Nate just... needed to think about something, anything else, that wasn't -- you know -- Evie. And he was willing to bet that Trevor was probably near the same point as him because they seemed more alike than Nathan was willing to admit.

"Why a van?" He asked before patting the side with his hand. "You could've gotten any kind of vehicle, but you picked a van?"

Look, it had been on his mind for a while. The question of why would a teen boy want a van?


code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 
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... trevor callaghan ...
MOOD

explaining the philosophy behind "hey, i just wanted one"

LOCATION

rachel, middle seats

TAGS

nate Winona Winona



Trevor watched Nate stand, taking one last hit off of the joint. When he released his breath, he watch the smoke crawl from his lips as he usually did. Instead, with a sigh, he licked his thumb and put it to the lit end of his joint, wincing a bit at the heat.

“Why did I pick a van?” he repeated, standing up from his spot in the seat. He, bent at the waist with his back pressed against the roof of his van, opened his center console and placed the much-smaller thing back in its spot before shutting it and plopping back into the seat.

He leaned back in his seat. Without the drug to occupy his hands, he didn’t really know how to posture himself. He shifted his hands to rest, cupped, on his knees, and he rubbed them slowly.

“I…hmm…well. They’re practical, for one. This’n’ can hold eight people— more if ya really squish ‘em.” He patted his knees gently, and he looked at Nate for a moment.

He sighed softly, looking away. “They’re fuel-efficient, too— twenty-eight em-pee-gee, this’n’ gets.” His eyes wandered around his van. His brows knitted. “Plus…I mean, this’s what I learned to drive in. A minivan, I mean— not this’n’ in particular.”

He sighed softly. “There’s somethin’ nostalgic ‘bout it, too, in a kinda weird way. My mum used to drive one. She was really finicky about it. Wouldn’t let me get so much as a speck’a dirt in it. Nagged at me for hours the one time that I stored a feral cat in the trunk. Nearly skin’t me.”

He let out a soft laugh. “So yeah. It’s just what I’m used ta. Makes me nostalgic. Bang for my buck.” He smiled softly. “There wasn’t not much thinkin’ behind it when I got it. It's literally just 'I wanted one'.”

He laughed, and his brows knitted. “’N now everyone’s like ‘aren’t you a bit too young to be a soccer mom’. But, ya know, it’s a good, economically-sound and just generally forward-thinking choice ta make. Even if it makes me the butt of the joke, more oft than not.”

He looked at Nate. “What, would you expect me ta drive a luxury brand vehicle? I can’t even park straight in this thing, ’n this isn’t cheap. The amount of times I’ve dinged up my van, had it dinged up, and dinged up other vehicles with her? Kinda too many.” He laughed. “Rachel’s been good ta me, though, so she’s a great choice.”

He paused a moment, sitting up in his seat. “Do you drive?” He paused. “Wait, mate…where’re you even from?…oops, kinda random. I just…I’m curious now.”


code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 



- Location.
HA Hallway
- Mood.
Her heart is racing, nervous
- Tags.
Bobby ( Daniel Reaving Daniel Reaving ) Zeph (mention)
-Outfit.
Casual day


Stella had been worried about how things had gone for Zeph considering what he was planning to do, and who he was trying to talk to. She hated the thought of his heart possibly getting broken because of all this. She knew she couldn't protect him from it since things like this are a part of life...but damn she wished she could. She bit her lip nervously looking at her phone waiting for a message from him as she walked the halls. She knew she shouldn't be social media scrolling and walking due to it being basically like texting and driving just less deadly...but she was distracted.

She was choosing to be distracted by Zeph's problems rather then dealing with her own. Well...it wasn't really a problem just her head over thinking, and her heart acting like a child rather then a mature woman she was...or at least thought herself to be most of the time. How did one simple little song do this to her? He'd released songs before, that she heard...why did this one feel so different when she listened to it? Was it because it took her back?

Not to mention like an idiot she liked it so now he knew that she knew he'd released the song and listened to it. She'd known he was at this school a while, but being from different departments it wasn't too difficult to keep her distance. Not to mention with him going on tours and her busy work schedule too it was hard enough to keep up with people she did want stay close to. Which sadly was their original problem to begin with, they were both just too busy for one another. It sounds like such a lame excuse, but it's true! And they are so young, too young to pick...whatever they had over their futures. Ugh Romance was complicated, she was glad she was done with it.

Just as she was about to reply to a comment about Zeph apparently having a bloody nose for some ungodly reason she bumped into a body nearly dropping her phone in the process, but luckily the person grabbed onto her as well which let her keep a decent hold. She was about to look up and apologize so she could get back to her phone, when of course she locked eyes with none other then Bobby Carsen...damn.

How an someone look so familiar and so different at the same time. He looked as handsome as ever, those kind eyes put her at ease instantaneously just like old times. No, no, no she didn't have time for this, or flashbacks, or for her heart to do flips at the sound of his voice. Body cut it out! She straightened up pretty quickly and an unintentionally warm and genuine smile spread across her lips, "Hey Bobby. Uh yah I know. You've uh been on Tour right?" That's not weird to say right I mean it's not like he doesn't know they have each other on social media, an it was a pretty big buzz when he left. "I'm glad you're back safe." she added lightly. "Did you have fun?" Yes Stella that's a good girl dig a deeper conversation hole instead of getting outta doge like you are supposed to do. This is not safe territory.
Stella J. Bailey
coded by incandescent

 
Charlie Howell

The gut-wrenching feeling of guilt began to settle into Charlie’s chest. What had she been thinking, bringing every one of her issues up all at once when she knew Amy was upset? What sort of friend did that? Through the guilt, Charlie felt comfort as Amy spoke gently to her, her voice wrapping around her like a warm hug. For a split second, Charlie felt as if she was going to cry. Her emotions were overwhelming her, making her a hostage in her own body. But Amy acted as an anchor, keeping her firmly tied to the world around her.

“I just don’t know if whatever the hell I’m feeling is a good thing. Like great, I’ve got a stupid crush on one of my friends. That much is obvious. But what the hell am I supposed to do with that from here?” Charlie asked, though she knew that there was no satisfactory answer to the forever lingering question. “I really don’t care if he doesn’t like me back. Maybe it's just easier that way. I think a lot of the fear comes with what happens if he does like me back. If I ask him out and we date or whatever, I’m just gonna fuck it up like I did with Elias. Or, on the rare chance it goes okay, I’m still gonna end up hurting him. Every relationship I’ve ever been in has ended in me hurting someone and losing a friend. I don’t want that with Lin. I don’t know if I can take that pain again.”

Charlie’s heart sank as Amy confirmed what she had been feeling. Lin had been acting differently, things had been different between them. Maybe Charlie wasn’t helping by playing into it, by treating whatever was going on between them as one big joke. Everyone had been right before, right about the energy being different. She’d noticed, there was no way she couldn’t have. But she simply didn’t want to admit that it was true. It was just easier to brush it under the rug and pretend it didn’t exist.

“I’m just scared, Ames. But it's not going to matter anyways. Because by the end of this weekend, he’ll have completely forgotten about whatever the hell is going on right now. For once, I’m happy we have this stupid bet in place.”

Would a bet made on Twitter as a joke stomp out whatever had been sparked between them? Absolutely not, but Charlie could hope.

The two friends sat quietly for a moment, Charlie following Amy’s lead as she attempted to slow her breath. She was tired of being worried, tired of hurting herself with uncontrollable emotions, tired of having to hide everything about her that wasn’t ‘the norm’. Charlie Howell was officially exhausted: mentally, physically, and emotionally. But as soon as Amy opened up to talk about her and Dei, the expression of sadness on her face melted away. It wasn’t her turn to be sad, she needed to be there for Amy. Charlie had brought it up, after all, and it would have been a total bitch mood if she hadn’t been there to see it all through.

The tone of Amy’s voice spoke more volumes than her words. It filled Charlie with every negative emotion possible. She felt bad for Amy, felt anger towards Dei, felt confusion towards Evie. Yet she couldn’t do anything about any of it. The only thing she could do was to make the attempt to be there for Amy. So, she continued holding Amy’s hands, her thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the smooth sides of her hands. Charlie wanted to stop Amy after her first sentence, to snap and be the hypebeast she was born to be. Instead, she remained quiet. There would be time to raise Amy’s spirits later. For now, Amy needed someone to genuinely listen to her.

Charlie couldn’t help but smile at Amy’s ferocious final words on the topic. Charlie was proud in the sense that Amy knew she couldn’t let Dei control her life anymore, proud that she knew changes had to be made and she wanted to change them. But part of Charlie still worried, mostly because the rage in her voice was tangoing with a subtle dose of fear, like Amy was trying to convince herself more than Charlie with her words.

“Look, I’m gonna get ranty here for a minute, so I apologize in advance.” Charlie warned, sitting upright to stop herself from leaning against the wall behind her. With Amy’s hands still in hers, a switch flicked on behind Charlie’s eyes.

“Kordei Grant is a manipulative prick who saw a good person and decided to take advantage of her. That is not your fault. No, I don’t think he’s sorry, mostly because I don’t think he knows that what he did was wrong. It also doesn’t help that it got aired to the entire world before you even had time to process. But that doesn’t mean it hurts any less or that what you’re feeling isn’t important or called for.” Charlie continued, her voice steady in a stark contrast to her fiery gaze. “And you’re right, your next steps are what’s important, but you can’t sit here and pretend like what you’re feeling right now doesn’t matter. You’re grieving and by pushing down all this sadness you’re feeling, you’re only going to get angier and more bitter and that is not the Amy I know and love. You can put on that confident face in public and show people that what happened doesn’t define you, but you also need to let yourself feel. Once you let yourself feel those emotions and process them, you’re going to feel a lot better. And then you can work on that confidence I know is in there. But first you have to let yourself process it all. Then, when you’re ready, you’re gonna pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and take this entire damn world by storm.”

Pulling Amy into a hug, the two sat there for a moment in the embrace, Charlie gently smoothing back some of Amy’s hair. She wasn’t normally a hugger, often playing off physical contact from her friends as a joke. But she felt that it was needed in the moment.

“I’m always here for you.” Charlie said quietly, her arms still wrapped around Amy’s torso. “No matter what. We’re gonna get through all this bullshit together and that is a promise.”

Pulling away from Amy, Charlie threw on her best smile, forcing the look of calm back onto her face.

“Now, we are not wasting our lunches by crying in a room that is hotter than actual Hell. We are gonna get out of here, go find some inspiration, and show the world what we’re made of.” Charlie chirped, hopping up from her position on the bench. Grabbing her notebook, Charlie extended her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

Pulling Amy up from her seat on the bench, Charlie walked over to the corner of the room, grabbing her guitar case and backpack. With her bag slung over her shoulder and guitar case in hand, Charlie pushed open the door to the hallway with her hip, sighing at the sudden burst of cool air.

“I swear, they really need to air condi-”

Charlie stopped suddenly as she backed into someone, her guitar case bouncing off of their legs. As she turned around, Charlie’s face grew red with embarrassment. Just wonderful, she just ran into someone full force and hit them with her guitar. But as she looked up at the person, her mouth ran dry.

“Lindsay?”

Oh no. No no no, this was bad, really bad. Not only had she just ran into him, Charlie had been making a conscious effort to avoid him since she had cancelled their plans earlier that day. And, on top of everything…

Oh fuck, how much had he heard?

“Oh, uh, hey, Big Man, whatcha doing here?” Charlie asked, attempting to smile off the awkwardness. “Uh sorry about running into ya. How long have you, uh, been standing there?

Charlie didn’t care to wait for the answer. Instead, she readjusted the guitar case in her hand and the bag on her shoulder. She needed a distraction. Where had she just been going? What had been the plan?

“Amy and I, uh, we’re just about to go to the orchestra room to mess around with some new sounds for my song. Feel free to come with if you’re, uh, bored or whatever.”

Without another word, Charlie turned around and started walking. There was no time for answers, no time to allow herself to get swallowed up by the embarrassment and fear that was eating away at her stomach. Instead, she simply walked down the hall and turned into the orchestra room, not waiting for either of her friends to follow.

“Knock knock!” Charlie called out, smiling at the person sitting at the piano. There was Luca, sitting at the piano, playing so many notes before scribbling them down onto a piece of paper. Charlie stepped inside the room, placing her guitar case of mass destruction down on the floor just inside the door. Sure, she hadn’t actually intended to go looking for Luca, but he was there. More importantly, he was a friend that had not been involved in whatever the hell happened outside. That was enough for Charlie.

“Just the guy I was looking for. Do you think you could help me with the flow of my next song? You’ve got a great ear. Amy and Lin are here too.” She asked, nodding to her friends that had followed her inside. “I think the four of us could be a good team. Of course, if you’re busy, I’ll get out of your hair.”

location

orchestra room

mood

'fuck this shit, I'm out'

outfit

casual

tags

amy Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202
lin ohdittoh ohdittoh
luca Daniel Reaving Daniel Reaving
coded by natasha.
 
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... lindsay kay ...
MOOD

no thoughts, head empty, but, like, highkey

LOCATION

uhhh idk really i just followed them here

TAGS

charlie geminiy geminiy amy Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202 luca Daniel Reaving Daniel Reaving



Lin really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really had no idea what he was supposed to do. You could argue and say that this wasn’t unusual, because he usually didn’t know what he was supposed to do, but the thing was that this time, he didn’t even know how to guess what he was supposed to do, and this time, he just chose to disregard the question of “what to do” altogether and stand there, which he never did. Well, rarely did. Couldn’t say never, because here he was, doing it.

Could he just, like…just, like…just, like…just, like— stop? Just, like, walk away and, like…just…act like he hadn’t heard anything? Or, like, at the very least, that he hadn’t, like…

He didn’t even know what he was thinking.

“I really don’t care if he doesn’t like me back. Maybe it's just easier that way. I think a lot of the fear comes with what happens if he does like me back. If I ask him out and we date or whatever, I’m just gonna fuck it up like I did with Elias. Or, on the rare chance it goes okay, I’m still gonna end up hurting him. Every relationship I’ve ever been in has ended in me hurting someone and losing a friend. I don’t want that with Lin. I don’t know if I can take that pain again.”

The longer he listened in and the more he heard, the more dumbfounded he grew, and the more confused he felt. Could he, like, melt into the floor? Was that, like, a viable option? Was that a thing that he could do?

Lindsmoothie. Just…become a slightly-thick liquid, so he could slither around all liquid-y and not have to cope with what he was hearing.

Maybe an amoeba.

Lindsamoeba.

That would be cooler.

He looked around himself. Could he run? Could he, like, walk away? Like, Charlie didn’t know taht he was here right now. He could be like, “Yo, I couldn’t come to hear you. I got all caught up taking a dump.” Something like that.

But he did want to hear her.

Gah.

Guh.

Words? Words words words? Or movement or something? Something— something. Something needed to come to him.

His eyes went to the door as it opened, and he recognized Charlie’s figure— and then she backed into him, and he really couldn’t react beyond stumbling back a little. He didn’t know what to do so he just…kinda…grinned and watched Charlie turn around.

Her apology sounded a little bit like gibberish to him. His face was hot, and his ears were ringing a little bit, and he couldn’t stop staring at her while she talked. She said something, something, something, and then started walking away, and he gave a small, confused chuckle and followed after her. No thoughts, head empty, but make it slightly more empty than empty.

He followed behind Charlie, walking into the room and looking around. A grin stayed on his face, but there was no real reason; he was genuinely just confused and kinda didn’t know what to do.

He tossed his bag on the floor and sat down on it, cross-legged. Something gave a little crack when he had seated himself, but it really didn’t register. Wordless, he looked up at the others, and then he realized that he should talk. “Songs?” he asked. “Hell yeah.”


code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 
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Nate
INTERACTIONS

Trevor

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

ohdittoh ohdittoh



He had a fair reasoning, at least. Nate wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but an entire long explanation of his love for the van being mostly nostalgic was... not it at all. Nor did Nate quite understand it -- his own mom had driven a minivan. Mostly because, well, how else were you supposed to get around a family of eight than through the usage of a minivan? Nate still remembered being squashed in the backrow with Esther and Luke when he was little...

Of course, after the time Esther and Luke had snuck scissors into the van to cut all of his hair off and instead ended up nipping his ear when their mother hit a bump, Nate had been given middle row privileges. Not that middle row privileges were a lot better since then he was on constant car babysitting duty for his youngest two siblings.

"You do you, dude." Nate finally said with a small chuckle. "Whatever makes you happy or whatever." And yeah, he was gonna comment on who the fuck Rachel was, but then Trevor was sliding into the next point.

Turning the question on him.

Fuck.

Nate brought his hand to his face, his hand brushing against his chin. Usually, this was where Nate would weave some elaborate lie -- well, not that. Usually this was where Nate would give a short, clipped answer to the person that had asked and lie about where he was really from. And then he'd come up with some kind of excuse and walk off.

Because asking someone where they were from was the first stepping stone towards asking more questions. People were never satisfied when it came to knowing about those around them. First it was where are you from, and then it was tell me about your family, and then it was this and then it was that and before you knew it, you'd spilled all of your guts and laid your entire being before the person on a silver platter and the thing was, people never liked what they saw when they were given the full picture.

But...

Nate and Trevor had been sharing shit that Nate never would've shared with anyone else in a million years. Nate would've gone to his gravestone claiming he never once had feelings for Evie -- he'd of gone to his grave lying to everyone, including himself.

"If you tell anyone where I'm from, I'll end you." Nate warned, although there was a very, very faint joking lilt to his voice as he spoke. He was kidding -- mostly. Nate wasn't a physically violent person (the whole thing with Dei probably made that fairly clear), but he also liked to hold his cards close. Sharing shit... it wasn't his style. "Not even Evie knows where I'm from."

"Lecompton, Kansas," it'd been forever since he'd let that name roll over his tongue. "Tiny ass town in the middle of nowhere Kansas. There's nothing to do in Lecompton and everyone just farms. Grew up on a farm where we grew wheat mostly. It's about as interesting as it sounds." His last sentence was dripping with harsh sarcasm.

Nate rubbed at his nose and then his hand dropped back to his side, fingers tapping against his side. "Had a whole ton of siblings, moved out here 'cause I didn't wanna farm." He left out the details because that was the basic reason he had moved. He just... left out the whole fact that he'd been expelled from his high school, gotten into trouble with the law twice, and it was Hollywood Arts or military school. You know, those were such small details in the grand scheme of things.

A hand pushed through his hair, re-ruffling it.

"What about you? You from somewhere more interesting than Kansas?"


code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 
bend over backwards

For someone who didn't talk a lot, and who struggled when they did, Jace had some wisdom. Rome noticed the subtle changes in body language which indicated that Jace was becoming a little more comfortable, a little more relaxed with him, and he was glad. Rome, despite how it may have looked, had always liked Jace. Both platonic and not. He was so different from Rome, but Rome didn't feel like he was being all over the top with Jace, which was surprising, since Jace was so quiet. But maybe that was the difference; since Jace kept to himself so much, it made Rome feel almost normal. That, and, Rome liked to hype Jace up.

He smiled gratefully at Jace, then looked down at his lap. "Thanks," he muttered, then went quiet again for a while. He wanted to say something, but he didn't want to make Jace uncomfortable again. At the same time, they couldn't pretend like it hadn't happened. After a few more moments of comfortable silence, Rome opened his mouth again. "Thank you, for... be here with me. I know I... mess things up. With us. When I tell you that..." He let himself trail off there, knowing there was no need to go on. He was, of course, referring to earlier that day, when he'd admitted to Jace that he had a bit of a crush on him. Rome winced remembering it. Definitely not one of his best days, at all.
romir
MOOD: big sad

LOCATION: school

OUTFIT: prolly sweatpants and a crop top

INTERACTIONS: Winona Winona

code by valen t.
 
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... trevor callaghan ...
MOOD

chitter-chatter

LOCATION

rachel, middle seats

TAGS

nate Winona Winona



Trevor’s eyes went to Nate as he spoke about his hometown. He’dn’t pegged Nate for a country boy, exactly, but from Trev’s very (very) limited United States geographical knowledge and the fact that Nate had mentioned farming, it seemed like he was. That didn’t really mean anything to him, though; he really hadn’t gotten any more of an idea about where Nate was from than he’d had before beyond the general area of not here.

Trevor nodded, smiling vaguely. “Aah,” he gave, like Nate’s spiel about where he was from’d given him some big revelation. “I see…”

He sat his back against his seat again. “Where am I from?” he repeated. “Can’t ya tell? I’m native,” he kidded. “Born and raised, right here in the heart of Lohss Aynngless.” He chuckled at his own joke, then shook his head. “No. I’m from Ireland— Dublin-born, Cahir-raised, though my grandparents live in Sallins, so I moved there when I was nine.” He laughed softly. “I’m just all 'round an irishman.”

He looked at his reflection in the rearview mirror, squinting as if that would help him make out more details of his face. “No siblings. Lots of cousins, though— Christ, far too many. I was always tha babysitter, too. That was tha worst of it. Everywhere I went, my relatives were. My oul wan had six feckin’ siblin’s— six. Each of ‘em had a litter, too, and a couple are divorcees with step-families who still asked me to babysit. More or less, I had roughly twenty-five siblings, give or take a few.” He sighed, and then chuckled softly. “I didn’t come here ta escape dressing up as a clown for the annual, all-encompassin’ family birthday, though. I just came here ‘cuz…I wanted ta, I guess.”

He paused a moment, running his tongue along the inside of his lip. “Ireland’s great, yeah. I don’t know how interestin’ Kansas was, and Cahir was pretty borin’, from what I recall, but Dublin’s fun, so I dunno, it’s probably more interestin’ than Kansas.”

He paused again. “Makes me kinda miss home when I think about it, though. My grandparents’ve been wanting to come over for the longest time. They keep threatening ta move to tha States until I graduate.” He laughed softly. “I pray they don’t.”

He went quiet for a moment, his smile fading slowly. “I’m happy out, though. LA is nice. I like it. Not necessarily the weather or anything— it’s too hot— but I like this school. Glad I moved here….’n alla that.” He laughed softly. “But anyway, yeah. That’s all that’s interestin’ about me. I’m Irish.”

He went quite another long moment. “Ya do…art, right? What exactly do ya specialize with? What do ya like about it? How did ya start with it?” He paused, and then chuckled. “Sorry. Lotta questions.”

He didn’t really know why he wanted to know these things. It wasn’t like they had any bearing on him. It wasn’t like he cared about Nate any more than he cared about any passing pedestrian.

He just…kinda wanted to know. It was better than talking about girls, anyway.

“Guess I’m just…feelin’ talktative. Hope ya don't mind. Guess this is makin' up for alla the other times we've smoked without sayin' a word...”


code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 
MOOD: ...Okay. For now.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Rooftop of HA
basics
MENTIONS: Adriane, Gen Winona Winona fin fin geminiy geminiy


INT: Jordan
tags
TL;DR Juliette and Jordan are at their 'spot.'
tl;dr
Juliette
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it.

Thankfully all talk about Gen and his friends was dropped. Juliette was just glad they could get past it for now, she knew she needed to tell Adriane because it wasn't going to stay quiet for long. Especially if she started to get testy. What was stopping her from telling Adriane the news before JJ could? Maybe Adriane wouldn't care, or maybe she did. But either way, Juliette wasn't immoral. It was wrong. Nothing about her relationship with Jordan felt wrong though, so if Adriane wanted her to end it... she wouldn't know what she'd do. "You stole his keys?" She asked in disbelief in the stairwell, shaking her head with the hint of a mischievous smile while he unlocked the door.

The door opened to reveal the scenery before them and Juliette watched him as he walked towards the ledge, she stood at the doorway for a few moments before the brunette made her way towards him. She wouldn't admit to the slight butterflies she'd gotten at the thought of their own 'thing.' Jules chuckled, rolling her eyes at the thought of something so incredibly dumb, and yet something so incredibly dumb actually made her so incredibly happy.

"I think I'd like that."

She took a deep breath, blowing the air throughout her nose as her smile faded, her thoughts only circling back to the recent ones she'd had in the Janitor's closet just moments before. "Doesn't that sound... a bit serious to you, though?" Jordan knew she wanted something serious, she had always wanted serious since the day they kissed.

And that was a problem.

The thing about Juliette is that, she became too invested in somebody the second they'd give her any sort of affection. Maybe it was the lack of it while growing up, or maybe it was her own insecurities needing to find validation in something, or rather, someone. JJ didn't want much, sure, she was a bitch sometimes. But she wasn't hard to please beyond that.

Jules just wanted to feel... well, wanted.
code by valen t.
 
MOOD: Amused, curious, interested.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Literature Classroom
basics
MENTIONS:


INT: Chas, hery hery
tags
TL;DR Chas and Alex are having a very well-bantered conversation.
tl;dr
Alejandra
I mean I could but why would I want to?

Alex watched him carefully, trying to hide her slight smug of a smile while she attempted to read the emotions on his face. Chas wasn't stupid, far from it. It wasn't very hard to see. Just because someone was cocky and had an ego the size of the grand canyon that didn't mean their brain was the size of a pea and many people had gotten that confused from time to time. Plenty of cases where people would insult each other's smarts just because that particular person believed they were superior.

While Chas wasn't superior in her eyes, for now he was a mutual. Although CEO Barbie didn't have the best ring to it, she had taken it as a compliment. But hopefully it wasn't something that stuck. Especially for when she finally leaves that god-forsaken department. "Alright, Dickens, it wasn't my best work, but my dad came up with it years ago, so I feel inclined to have it," Alex admitted, deciding to put a particular memory inside her play.

It was something personal, and to Alex-- a story wasn't a story if it didn't feel personal.

That's the thing that separated actors and writers from the play. The writer created the story, they were the reason that actor was on stage, they made that character come to life. Now, anyone could read off a few lines off of a paper, but it took a lot out of a person to create, and or play a character that people could actually relate to. And the truth was? Everyone enjoyed egg puns. The hint of an amused smile playing on the edges of her lips as she came up with a quick retort to his words.

"And you're right, People love clichés. There's a reason why almost every single Disney movie has a prince charming. We've been reading the same stories, watching the same shows, plays, and writing them subconsciously. But the only way to break the cycle is to actually break the cycle. There's critics out there that are so bored and tired of watching a play for the hundredth time. The only difference? Was the name of it, the actors, the whole story even, but no matter how hard they tried, they stuck to clichés and therefore it's still the same. They're all the same." Alex wasn't trying to throw insults onto Chas. Success was success in any way, to Alex? As long as you made it, you made it.

The difference between the two was, Alejandra dared to be different while Chas went the safe route. Now, there isn't anything wrong with that.

They were merely opposites in the best way possible.

She took a moment, thinking of how to use her words before she continued. "But why would you want to be the same?" It was a genuine question, and one she was quite curious in hearing the answer to.

His compliment was the slightest bit difficult to find in his sentence, but it was there and that was all that mattered. Now, Alex didn't owe one back, but it was the polite thing to do. She hesitated before looking over the script again. "And I suppose, I could admit to the egg pun being a little overdone." He was right after all, family or not-- perhaps it should wait until the audience was invested before it had gotten cheesy.

Egg puns were extremely underrated, but this conversation alone made Alex ponder if Chas was too.
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MOOD: Still, dying of boredom but distracted by Nickie for now.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Football field
basics
MENTIONS: none


INT: Nickie ohdittoh ohdittoh
tags
TL;DR Liv's trying to distract herself with Nickie, and trying to distract Nickie from whatever daze she's in.
tl;dr
Livanna
Girl, you can't be fixed. Just take this.

Livanna placed the book down on top of her chest, closing her eyes and enjoying the sun for what it was.

Warmth.

Now, sun damage wasn't particularly great to have. But there was tons of damage Liv could do to her body and a little sun wasn't gonna hurt her. She'd be fineeee.

Suddenly, her tanning session was cut short by the sun disappearing. Liv cracked one eye open to see the eclipse before her, much to her dismay-- and pleasure. Nickie stood before her and Livanna wasn't sure to greet her with a smile or a grimace. They had a disagreement of sorts, the two believe they stole each other's lyrics. Liv knew the truth though, Nickie just didn't want to admit to it. Poor unoriginal blue-eyed baby. "Hm? Oh. I used a special shampoo to get rid of the fleas," Liv made a show of scratching her head, and rolling her eyes at the attempt of an insult.

Despite their differences, she absolutely loves messing with Nickie. The flirting was like no other with her. Granted, not a lot of people would tell her to go jump off a cliff, but that made it all the more special. "You should try it out sometime, maybe it'll rid you of that pest you like so much. Hunter, was it?" She cocked her head to one side before dusting herself off and getting up from the ground. Maybe Nickie had a good concern, Liv wasn't ready to find any bugs in her hair.

No thankkk you.

"But to answer your question, my love. I was trying to write out here... well, before you came up and interrupted me. Tsk, tsk." She shook her head exasperatedly-- even though she wasn't actually annoyed, it was just a show. Liv couldn't be having anyone thinking she had writer's block. They'd question everything about her at that point.

All of it would be easier if she could just... focus a little bit more. Her gaze fell to her backpack on the field and sighed before deciding to distract herself with the saddened cheerleader in front of her, who was clearly even more distracted than Liv was. Barely making eye-contact, her words were monotone and it wasn't even seemingly on purpose.

"Any particular reason why your insults suck today?" Liv lifted a finger to her chin, forcing eye contact between the two. "Or you're just simply warming up to me?" It was only a matter of time before Nickie had gotten to her old self, swatting her hand away without a care in the world.

Maybe she just needed a sense of familiarity to bring her back into reality? Surely that'd help.
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... nickie abrams ...
MOOD

...just...ugh...

LOCATION

football field

TAGS

liv Soap Soap



Nickie rolled her eyes, sighing softly, though it was rather obvious that this frustration was mock. “Puh-leeze,” she said, resting her hands on her hips. “You? Forming your own ideas? Doubt it.” Her insult were uninspired; her voice sounded dull. “Hunter’s not a pest, either. It’s a symbiotic relationship, thanks much.”

She pursed her lips, and her eyes flicked to Liv before flitting away. “Watch what you say, Liv. I’m a nice girl, but saying stuff like that could get your lips popped by people who are less forgiving.” She kicked at the grass. “And you...”

The finger on her chin made Nickie trail off and recoil, taking a step back as she met Liv’s eyes with a cold, confused look. She half-heartedly swatted the air around her face.

For a moment, she didn’t say anything, which was wholly unlike her. Her lips formed a vague scowl, and her eyes dropped to her shoes. She huffed a sigh and turned away, gathering her loose, black band tee into a bunch at her waist and whipped out her ponytail. She struggled to wrap the thing around the fabric, and then she glanced back at Liv.

“Just shut up,” she sighed. “I didn’t come out here to talk to you, alrighty? Don’t talk to me; you make me want to find the nearest elevator shaft to test bungee-jumping without a cord in.” None of her words had any bark or bite behind them. They were delivered like a line from an F-Tier actress’ big break; they had no feeling behind them.

It wasn’t shocking that she was acting like something was up— something was up.

She knelt down to make sure that her shoes were tied, and then she plopped down to begin her stretches. “What the hell are you even doing out here, Liv?” She stretched her legs out, and as she reached for the tips of her toes, her voice grew a little strained. For once, she didn’t throw in an insult.

She really…just didn’t feel like it. Like arguing, like...moving, like talking...like...well.

She didn’t feel like…anything.


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lucky



MOOD: relaxed.
LOCATION: the cafeteria.
TAGS/MENTIONS:Wolfgang

Lucky sat in silence with Wolfgang. Normally, he wouldn’t mind. Fuck – normally, he’d prefer it. But when his mind wouldn’t slow down. When his thoughts got the better of them – distraction was key. Hell, its why he took part in any type of socializing at this school. It beat the alternative of thinking about all his problems and how the hell he was going to keep his dad from entering their lives again. He lost that right when he started drinking…when he let everything fall to shit.

He was grateful when Wolfgang started talking again, even if it was easier to get his little brother ready in the morning than it was to illicit a conversation from this guy, but he got it. Loner, new kid was his forte. He had perfected it for a while. Guess he still had. “Fair enough.” --And he thought he was bad at conversing. It was rough. Being here and being so behind…shit, half the students had agents and studio time. Lucky had some open mic nights and a few YouTube videos and a sad story from his aunt that he was sure the administration just ate up. He slid back in his chair and slumped down. His mind wandered back to his dad’s text. Why was he reaching out now? It had been months and nothing.

He sat up straight and shook those thoughts away. The crunching of Wolfgang’s apple bringing him a momentary distraction before he fell down a rabbit hole of how shitty his life was. “So, what kind of music do you do?” Small talk was better than no talk. Plus, it was always good to size up the competition.


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jordan




MOOD: intense.
LOCATION: school roof.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: juliette Soap Soap , gen/eli geminiy geminiy , adriane Winona Winona
"I think I'd like that."

Jordan couldn't help but sport a childish grin at Juliette's words. While he'd popped the surprise prematurely, he sensed it in her stifled breath that she'd been shocked at it all. Juliette had an image to maintain. She was one of the school's queen bees, she voiced her opinions without hesitation, and because of how much of a juggernaut she was, there was almost always a target on her back.

Of course, JJ fought back like the total badass that she was, but somewhere truly private... that she could collect herself, and drop the mantle like she did when she was around him, Jordan had to offer that. The janitor's closet was a spot far too common, and it always felt like a the clock was ticking down to when you'd get caught. Up here, you could get lost in the breeze unpolluted by B.O. and cheesy cologne.

As she stepped to his side, Jordan wrapped a hand over Juliette. Instinctively, when the breeze blew past, he'd tuck her in and try to shield her from it.

Jordan felt his jaw clench down at Juliette's words, his smile faded but his sights remained on the passerbys below. It wasn't a mystery that Juliette wanted to take things to the next level since they'd first been together-- sometimes, Jordan felt it too. But with each thought of being with her, came a flashback to his time with Adriane. JJ had her entire life figured out, she was an amazing dancer (might as well be a model too), and she had super powerful politician parents. Girls like that eventually realized that boys like him would lead them nowhere. Adriane had, and so easily too.

Jordan, while not an addict, or mental case, was a mess of his own. His relationship with his parents was shitty, and a topic he hated talking about. Singing, rather than it being a talent like the others at school, was a skill drilled into him at a young age. A skill that ripped away his childhood, and left a bitter taste for music in his heart. He didn't want to pursue music but attended a school for arts- how dumb did you have to be? As much as he tried to rebel against his parents, to find the finer things in life, to enjoy and have fun, he was playing right into their plan for his life by just being at Hollywood Arts.

And shit, there was Gen too. The girl he believed was the woman of his dreams since he started crawling, and someone who'd become like a... "sister" to him. There was tension between her, and JJ, and making things official with her. Especially now?

Jordan let out an exasperated sigh, followed by a chuckle to quickly cover up his break in the jester-guise. "We've talked about this, Jules. You're like, way out of my league. I don't know the first thing about taking care of a girl like you." It felt like his words were laced with toxin, like with each word a dagger was being lodged further, and further into his stomach. He knew he was hurting JJ every time he said no, every time he pushed her away. But he was trying to help her... right?

"You're tense, and I get it. Dance ain't easy, I sure as hell couldn't keep up when Eli was showing me the ropes. But I'm not rock material, I'm just... cute Jordan material. You'll get bored of me." Jordan used his off hand to gently stroke her cheek, pushing her frown up into a smile at his words. He then dropped the hand to his side once more, fishing into his pocket for the rusted keys to the roof, and presenting them to Juliette on his palm.

"Up here, is ours. But I want you to have it. Let, y'know, the space up here be your rock, Jules."

It hurt to deny her, but Jordan was helping her. Or he was just being selfish. Too selfish to face the fears, and tribulations that came with a relationship with JJ.

He hated himself for it.

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"I think I'd like that."

Jordan couldn't help but sport a childish grin at Juliette's words. While he'd popped the surprise prematurely, he sensed it in her stifled breath that she'd been shocked at it all. Juliette had an image to maintain. She was one of the school's queen bees, she voiced her opinions without hesitation, and because of how much of a juggernaut she was, there was almost always a target on her back.

Of course, JJ fought back like the total badass that she was, but somewhere truly private... that she could collect herself, and drop the mantle like she did when she was around him, Jordan had to offer that. The janitor's closet was a spot far too common, and it always felt like a the clock was ticking down to when you'd get caught. Up here, you could get lost in the breeze unpolluted by B.O. and cheesy cologne.

As she stepped to his side, Jordan wrapped a hand over Juliette. Instinctively, when the breeze blew past, he'd tuck her in and try to shield her from it.

Jordan felt his jaw clench down at Juliette's words, his smile faded but his sights remained on the passerbys below. It wasn't a mystery that Juliette wanted to take things to the next level since they'd first been together-- sometimes, Jordan felt it too. But with each thought of being with her, came a flashback to his time with Adriane. JJ had her entire life figured out, she was an amazing dancer (might as well be a model too), and she had super powerful politician parents. Girls like that eventually realized that boys like him would lead them nowhere. Adriane had, and so easily too.

Jordan, while not an addict, or mental case, was a mess of his own. His relationship with his parents was shitty, and a topic he hated talking about. Singing, rather than it being a talent like the others at school, was a skill drilled into him at a young age. A skill that ripped away his childhood, and left a bitter taste for music in his heart. He didn't want to pursue music but attended a school for arts- how dumb did you have to be? As much as he tried to rebel against his parents, to find the finer things in life, to enjoy and have fun, he was playing right into their plan for his life by just being at Hollywood Arts.

And shit, there was Gen too. The girl he believed was the woman of his dreams since he started crawling, and someone who'd become like a... "sister" to him. There was tension between her, and JJ, and making things official with her. Especially now?

Jordan let out an exasperated sigh, followed by a chuckle to quickly cover up his break in the jester-guise. "We've talked about this, Jules. You're like, way out of my league. I don't know the first thing about taking care of a girl like you." It felt like his words were laced with toxin, like with each word a dagger was being lodged further, and further into his stomach. He knew he was hurting JJ every time he said no, every time he pushed her away. But he was trying to help her... right?

"You're tense, and I get it. Dance ain't easy, I sure as hell couldn't keep up when Eli was showing me the ropes. But I'm not rock material, I'm just... cute Jordan material. You'll get bored of me." Jordan used his off hand to gently stroke her cheek, pushing her frown up into a smile at his words. He then dropped the hand to his side once more, fishing into his pocket for the rusted keys to the roof, and presenting them to Juliette on his palm.

"Up here, is ours. But I want you to have it. Let, y'know, the space up here be your rock, Jules."

It hurt to deny her, but Jordan was helping her. Or he was just being selfish. Too selfish to face the fears, and tribulations that came with a relationship with JJ.

He hated himself for it.
 
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