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

[mogy]

Oates Oates
" podcasts, amirite? "

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tall and spooky

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costume

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brenda's house

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liv, callum

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Soap , hery

The almost childish situation developed further, and one thing was painfully clear: miss Karen was out for blood. Somehow, in a case of having sheer luck by being the first one in line to get some candy, Oates got the least toxic comment thrown at him. In fact, the only hostile act made towards him had been the candy snatching, which only surprised the boy, if anything. He didn't even assume it was going to be a big deal, just a mildly unpleasant memory tucked away safely in his head, but that was when the very rude comments started flying from her mouth—bullets shot in hopes of destroying anything they encountered.

Of course, Oates was glad that the mentioned ill-mannered comments weren't pointed at him, though he would've rather that they were if the only other apparent target were his friends.

As things progressed, the rude lady basically called Liv a prostitute, and if that hadn't been inappropriate and rude enough, she wasn't even able to word how much she disagreed with Callum's costume, only forwarding a look of disapproval like those you would get from your kindergarten teacher when you ate glitter for the tenth time. Oh, and by the way, the costume wasn't even as unsuitable and as improper as her face and her gestures made it seem. Callum's legs weren't showing any more than they would have if the boy was wearing a pair of shorts, and the only other visible thing were his arms, which, last Oates checked, weren't an inappropriate part of the body.

But while Oates debated if Callum's costume had or had not been suitable for a younger audience, Callum himself turned into a metaphorical gun as well, shooting one mean comment after another, every time inching closer and closer to the lady, the term personal space losing its meaning entirely.

Callum was saying some painful things, however, the lady started the whole thing, and she also took candy from Oates's hand so, Oates couldn't really help her.

Just kidding... Of course, Oates was gonna help the lady, especially with the knowledge that Callum wouldn't stop until he eventually made her cry in regret of ever buying the very house she lived in. Stepping forward, almost in between the two, the boy posed his arm so that it pushed Callum backward ever-so-slightly making it clear to stop this vengeful dialogue.

Mmmmmm pecs.

Wait- NO! What the hell Oates!? The two of them were just friends. That was it. No pec touching, no crotch touching- EW! Where did crotch touching even come from?! Any kind of touching whatsoever was strictly forbidden by the friendship code, and Oates knew this so I really don't know what kind of behavior this was.

Of course, there was the exception of a friendly hug when saying goodbye or hello, but that was literally just pleasantries Oates had with all his friends. Nevertheless, would Oates even have been gay if he couldn't appreciate the occasional male physique in the case it found itself touching the back of his own arm? That’s right, he just wouldn’t be a realistic gay character if he didn’t react to pecs, and we simply cannot have unrealistic characters in this roleplay. I’m sorry. Speak to the GMs if you have a problem with Oates appreciating Callum's pecs.

"Uh.... Maybe we should just go. Haha." The boy awkwardly laughed, not daring look at Callum, but generally speaking to him and to Liv. Oh, and now having a view towards the inside of the house, that dog certainly was a special something...though it was still cute even if it looked like somebody put it in the drier once too many times.

Mmmmmm pecs.

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[sunshineysoul]

JANUARY QUINTEN
"cause everything about you is so overwhelming"

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get me out of here, please

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spidey-gang + a hoodie

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somewhere outside

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gen, rome, eli

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no one

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geminiy

for as long as she could remember, january was anxious. as a kid, she didn’t like meeting new people, she didn’t make friends on her own, and at every birthday party, she ended up being by herself. she was never good at being around other people, at least not at first; not without a friendship. ironic right? she didn’t like being around people who aren’t her friends, but how do you think people make friends?

ever since the incident with her brother, back home in new york, her anxiety was off the charts. jan was aware of it, and she hated every second of it. you think she WANTED to be a sputtering mess every time someone new tried to talk to her? you think she WANTED to constantly think everyone hated her all the time? you think she WANTED to be the wallflower at every damn party? of course not!

there’s an old native american proverb; a boy asks an elder about the fight going inside him, between the good and bad wolf. he asks which will win to which the elder responds “the one you feed”.

in a similar way, jan’s anxiety and confidence are two different wolves inside her. her confidence is a baby wolf; a pup. malnourished, shivering, scared of everything & trusting of nothing. it’s fur is thinning and its entire body is riddled with scratches and scars. the confidence doesn’t know how much longer it’ll last.

but the wolf of her anxiety? her anxiety has become this huge, nasty monster, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. it’s constantly in attack mode with teeth bared and drool. it’s grown to be massive and beautifully terrifying. its fur is shiny and beautiful, not a scar or even a scratch in sight.

since before jan knew the word anxiety, the wolf of her anxiety had being fed. and the wolf of her confidence had been ignored, starved, forgotten about.

some might blame her parents, her brother, a certain dancer boy might even blame her ex boyfriend, but jan always blamed the same person; herself.

always having a terrible habit of blaming herself when things go bad, jan self implodes. when anything goes wrong that she perceives as her fault, the anxiety rears its head and goes in for another kill on her confidence.

and that fight was exactly what was happening at the halloween party.

not only was jan suffering from the anxiety of her and gen’s “talk”, but now jan was suffering from the anxiety and pain of hurting eli.

she swears up and down that she didn’t mean a thing by it. it was just a joke with rome, they had joked about being each other’s platonic spouse. jan thought it was just a joke. eli didn’t think so. not when jan agreed rome was better than eli on twitter.

it was just a joke

a fight broke out. jan tried to feed her confidence. she tried to reassure eli with tough love and honesty and telling him how she really felt, but nothing was working.

her confidence put up a good fight, but in the end, it was her anxiety that won, once again. once again, her confidence was nowhere to be found, her anxiety marking its territory for as long as the eye could see.

i want to leave

i want to fucking leave

but where’s the door

and why are there so many people in here

where the fuck is the door

Jan’s thoughts were running wild in her head, her anxiety was on the loose and there was no stopping her. She should’ve brought her meds with her, maybe if she took more it would help her. She should’ve stayed at home, then none of this would’ve happened.

When she found a wall of the house, she stuck on it. She was leaving. However she could, she was going to get out of there. Walking along whichever wall she found, her surroundings were shut out. She hyperfixiated on the wall, followed it and opened the first door she came across.

By some stroke of luck, which jan thought she ran out of, the door led somewhere outside. She wasn’t one to question it, some fresh air was exactly what she needed. Shutting the door behind her, she looked around, and saw that she was alone.

The tears started flowing freely. Her stress and anxiety had built up so fast and so much, she couldn’t help it. She tried not to make any noise, but a few cries were bound to escape. She wanted to go back home, she didn’t want to be there, at the party. But at least she was outside getting the fresh air she needed, and not getting judged by anyone at that party. It was what she needed, to be alone.

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[geminiy]

Kian Phelan

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hypeeee

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"omg puppies and dancing and sunshine and rainbows!"

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Ronnie & Kelli's dorm building

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n/a

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Ronnie & Kelli

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ohdittoh hery

Hollywood Arts was not all that it was cracked up to be. None of the fancy brochures or appearances on television shows or names in dazzling lights could’ve prepared Kian Phelan for living in a glorified dumpster between his classes, sleeping on the floor in his living room. Of course, this rather atrocious living situation was largely his own fault. When his parents had asked him if he had seen the apartment, Kian lied right through his teeth. All he cared about was that the rent was cheap and the apartment complex was close to the school, he thought that the place would at least be livable.

Boy, was he wrong.

The wallpaper was near peeling off the walls, the white popcorn ceiling yellowed with cigarette smoke and water damage. It took Kian an hour to vacuum all the hair from the carpet, another half hour to fix the cracked light fixtures and blown light bulbs. The sink, which Kian had presumed was once silver, was clouded and dull like rock. Cupboard doors hung loosely on hinges, the stove smelled each time he turned it on, the sink running a murky colour before shifting to clear water.

Well, at least he wasn’t on the street. The glorified crack house was better than absolutely nothing.

Halloween came as a welcome distraction from playing Ty Pennington in his own apartment. Kian had only left his apartment a handful of times, only to go collect important papers from the school or to get supplies from the hardware store. He was set to start his official classes the following week, already having gotten a tour of the school and a rundown of their facilities the Monday he had arrived in town, spending the rest of the week fixing up his apartment to make it tolerable. Kian was quite proud of himself for taking such an awful place and turning it into a place that, if you didn’t look too closely or didn’t breathe too deeply, seemed actually sort of homey. Once his furniture arrived the following week, it would actually seem rather comfortable.

The night of the party, Kian had managed to struggle his way into one of Kelli’s skirts, a red piece that sat at his mid thigh. Thank goodness for bike shorts because the poor guy was feeling incredibly exposed, like one wrong move would rip the skirt clean in two. The buttons and zipper on the back deserved a raise from working overtime, struggling to keep the fabric secured around his hips. At least his waistline looked good, the constricting fabric bunching up the flesh on his abdomen in a similar style to a corset.

“Now I get what those fancy ladies from the 1800s felt like. I can’t fuckin’ breathe!” Kian laughed to himself as he looked himself over in the cracked bathroom mirror, attempting to fix the skirt with a few tugs and fingers in the waistband. “If this is the cause of my death, at least I went out laughin’.”

Pulling on the black-and-white striped shirt, Kian felt even more exposed. How exactly does one feel exposed while wearing clothes? The shirt clung to his chest and shoulders, riding up in the front to expose parts of his stomach if he stretched too much, the skirt making little effort to meet the hem of the shirt. Kelli was half his size, what had he been expecting?

Resigning to the torture of dressing like his little sister for Halloween, Kian shrugged on his boots and grabbed his keys from the bench beside the front door along with the two gift bags of Halloween treats Kian had put together for Kelli and Ronnie before loding the pumpkin-shaped bowl of candy outside his apartment door. Exiting his apartment with a silent prayer that he would make it to the car without losing feeling in his legs from lack of circulation, he made his way to the stairwell, nodding at a snickering neighbour as he pushed open the door carefully with his hip. Kian had little care if anyone laughed or whispered or stared at him, there was little room in the optimistic boy’s to worry about the shallow opinions of people that he would likely never encounter again.

Hopping into his trusty Honda Accord, Kian pulled out of the parking lot of his apartment building and began to make the short drive to the Hollywood Arts campus, pulling into a visitor’s parking spot on the left side of the sophomore dormitory building. Texting Kelli to let her know he arrived, Kian got out of his car and grabbed the two gift bags from the shotgun seat before he made his way into the lobby of the dorms.

“Are, uh, are you here to see someone, sir?” A security guard asked as Kian stepped up to the door. Showing his student ID to the guard, Kian grinned widely.

“I’m here to pick up my sister and her roommate, Kelli Phelan and Veronica Crosby.” Kian explained calmly.

“Quiet hours begin at 10pm. The doors to the building fully shut to visitors at 1am.” The guard added as Kian rifled around in one of the gift bags.

“Thanks for keepin’ them safe, man.” Kian said politely, pulling out the small bag of leftover candy he had thrown in the bag after filling up the bowl for his apartment, Kian handed it to the guard with a playful wink. “Happy Halloween.”

Stepping into the building, Kian stood in the lobby as he waited for Kelli and Ronnie to show up. At first, he wasn’t entirely sure if the clown and the girl swimming in her clothes were the girls he was waiting for but, as soon as Kian heard Kelli’s laugh, he perked right up.

“Hey Kells!” Kian chirped, walking up to his sister and bending down slightly to hug her, picking her clean up off the ground as he straightened his back before carefully placing her back down. “Ah, and you must be the lovely Ronnie I’ve heard so much about. Pleasure to meet ya in person, I’m Kian.”

Handing the two gift bags to the girls, Kian’s grin only widened. Inside, past the black and orange tissue paper, sat a bag of candy each, a box of Halloween themed chocolates, and matching stuffed pumpkins.

“I put together a lil Halloween gift for ya since you guys aren’t going out this year. You’re never too old or too cool for candy.” Kian laughed as he took a step back to give the girls some room. Nodding to the parking lot behind him, Kian shifted his weight on his feet. “Your pumpkin coach awaits whenever you’re ready to go.”

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[ohdittoh]

kellian phelan

dance, dance.​

@phelanthebeat has set her status to:
Party time!

@phelanthebeat has set her outfit to:
Ahem. "Don't have sex with my sister!" Ahem. "Kelli, I will buy you a pickax!" Ahem. "Vibes, man!" (Is this working?)

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The dorm

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N/A

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hery geminiy

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Kelli gets ready for the Halloween party and waits for her brother to arrive.

“Really? You got drunk?” Kelli asked, her jaw dropped slightly and her eyes round with awe. Ronnie was so dope. “Oh-my-gee, like...” She crossed her eyes, wiggling her torso around in a circle before standing from her bed. She took a few steps, kicking her legs out dramatically and wiggling her foot as she stumbled wildly. “That kinda drunk?” she asked, awestruck, looking at Ronnie. “You mean there’s...” She mouthed, “Al-co-hol.” She resumed speaking. “At it?”

She’d had a sip of wine at one of her dad’s birthday parties, and one of her friends had snuck an empty bottle of tequila to school in her backpack to show it off back it eighth grade, but that was about her experience with alcoholic beverages. Kian would probably try to be an intimidating, protective brother, which was always funny to see him try to do, but she kinda just wanted to...try it. Just an eeeentsy bit.

“Yeah!” the small brunette cheered, pumping her fist. “Right— oh, thanks,” she said upon her eyeliner’s return to her bag. She pulled out her pink compact mirror and opened it up, smiling as she admired Ronnie’s handiwork. It didn’t look that great, but she still appreciated it. “Thanks. It looks sick.”

The phone, with its various emoji stickers, vibrated, and she picked it up from its spot beside her, already knowing who it was from and smiling. “He’s here,” she said, looking at her roommate and standing. “Ready to go?” She put her phone in her bag and slipped on her white sneakers, standing and stooping to tie its black ties in two equal-sized bunny ears.

With a small smile, she stood straight again, pinched her (brother’s) shirt by the front and tugged out the sides a bit to make it a big fluffier around herself, slipped her bag around her shoulder, and headed out of the dorm, flicking the lights off behind her roommate.

When she saw her brother in the lobby, her smile grew. “Kian!” she greeted, walking up to him and giving him a hug before pulling away.

Her brother’s gift made her smile broaden. “Ah!” she gasped excitedly. “Thank you!” She took it from him, peeking inside and shifting the tissue paper around to see the contents. “Candy— aw!” She looked up at him again. “Thank you so so much.”

She took out a piece of candy and unwrapped it, putting it in her mouth and making a satisfied sound. “Thank you,” she thanked once again, covering her mouth as she did so he didn’t have to see what she was eating. “Thanks!”

She put her wrist in the handles of the bag. “Lead the way!” she said, smiling brightly. “To the par-tay!”

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[Kio.exe]

MOOD: Great. Just Great.

OUTFIT: Adanis

LOCATION: The Party

basics

MENTIONS:
Lucky ( gh0stwriter ) Stella ( Kitsune2202 )
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tl;dr

Daniel Cooper

Push, not pull...

Parties weren’t his thing. Neither was Halloween, if he was being honest. But here Danny stood, at the front door of Gen and Eli’s McMansion, hand hovering over the knob. He could still back out, still go home, and no one would have to know. It wasn’t like he was meeting someone here. But...well he couldn’t go home now. Especially not when getting there in the first place had been a whole ordeal.

It had started with his costume falling apart—quite literally—and had ended with him taking a few shots just to calm his nerves. The day, so far, had been a disaster, and he hadn’t even made it to the main event yet. It was just his luck, he supposed. Or, more accurately lack thereof. Speaking of luck. Lucky. Shit. Lucky would be at the party, and following their kiss after the fair, Danny wasn’t sure if he could be near his ex-best friend without saying or doing something stupid. Not that it would be out of character for him, given his recent stupidity.

So. To enter or not to enter. That was how the saying went, right? (Listen, Danny isn’t in literature for a reason, okay? Don’t make fun of him). As shitty as his knowledge of the bard was, Danny didn’t have much of a choice here. He’d already promised Stella he’d join her for drinks, and okay maybe he was a little excited to see Lucky. So, without giving himself time to reconsider, he grasped the door handle firmly and pulled.

The door didn’t open. Was he locked out? Oh God, he was locked out, wasn’t he? He was too late and someone had locked the door and...he rested his forehead against the smooth wooden surface, a small groan of frustration coming from him...a groan that was cut short as he nearly fell flat on his face as the door swung open—inwards. It was a push door, not a pull door. Of course it was.

What a great entrance, Daniel, he thought wryly, scowling as he pushed the door closed behind him.

Great fucking entrance.

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[sunshineysoul]

COLE HOWARD
"when did it get cool to be so sad?"

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stressed out dad brother

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reach for the sky

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johannes residence

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dani, charlie

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n/a

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n/a

the last thing that cole expected was for his sister to come out to california, and attend the same preforming arts school as him. not that he didn't love his sister and not that he didn't think she was talented, but cole would give anything to drop out and go back home to be with his family. so why was it that dani was coming here?

and of course, the howard siblings hadn't even made it to the party, and dani was already getting into trouble; starting drama on the twitter. and of course he was getting hated on for just trying to look out for his sister. cole was thrown all out of whack. he really didn't want dani to go to this party, he wanted her to get started on her make-up work that she had missed. but her new friends had already insisted that she should come and continued to get on to cole, telling him to bring her.

so that's what he did.

"okay look." cole looked at his sister before getting out of the car. "i don't want to hover and be obnoxious and whatever, so i'm not gonna make you hold my hand the entire time at this party, but just be safe and careful, okay? you text me or charlie if anything goes wrong or you don't feel okay, okay?" it was easy to tell that cole was nervous. it was his little sister's first high school party, that he knew of, and he knew these people. he knew that a good handful of them were good people, but he also knew that a good handful of them weren't. he just didn't want dani to get hurt.

after she agreed, promising to be careful, the two headed out. yea, they were dressed like woody and jessie from toy story, it seemed like the best costume choice at the time, cole and dani being actual cowboys/girls.

as soon as the door to gen's house opened, dani was gone, left cole's side. his instincts told him to reach out for her, and grab her arm, but he didn't. he remembered that he was trying to let her have fun, experience school and make her own friends.

he took in a deep breath & let it out. he found a clear patch of wall and leaned his back against it, his head followed, looking up at the celling. he closed his eyes and took another deep breath.

this was going to be a long night, wasn't it?

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[sunshineysoul]

DANIELLE HOWARD
"i'm overly critical, so sick of typical me"

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feelin goooooood

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yee-haw!

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in the kitchen

@beautyandthebeat has mentioned:
cole, charlie

@beautyandthebeat has interacted with:
alex

@beautyandthebeat has tagged:
Soap

while dani didn't normally like big parties and lots of people, she was feeling particularly excited tonight. this was the first time she was away from her parents, aunt and uncle AND cousins. the only person she had was cole, and she couldn't have been happier.

it wasn't very obvious that dani loved cole like it was obvious cole loved dani. especially now, with dani ignoring everything going on with their mother. she just wanted to get away from all the negativity and dance her heart out. she didn't need to be reminded that her mom was sick and that her dad forgot he had children.

cole gave a mini speech in the car, and while dani was fully prepared to memorize a long list of rules; don't drink more than two cups, always stay in my line of sight, don't talk to anyone you haven't met, yadda yadda yadda.

so when cole basically told her to "stay safe and have fun", dani was more than shocked. she was convinced this wasn't her brother right in front of her.

"no no, yeah of course. you or charlie if i'm in trouble, got it." she gave a big, innocent, smile, getting a smaller smile out of her big brother in return. when they hopped out of the car, dani ran around and gave a big ol bear hug to cole. "you really are the best brother ever." she stood on her tip toes to give him a peck on the cheek before the two walked to the johannes residence.

dani would've loved to say she hadn't seen a house this big, but she'd be lying. she can cole were damn near royalty back home in texas, they lived on a ranch with their own enormous houses. it wasn't as lavish and classy as this one, but nothing could be. they were in california vs back home in good ol yee haw-ville.

when the door opened dani took off. she was in search of one girl and one girl only.

alejandra cortez.

she had no idea why, but her body was running on pure adrenaline, and from the flirting that was happening over twitter and their dms, dani was feeling nothing but a rush.

truth be told, dani was a confused kid. of course it was standard for dani to like boys, everyone around her growing up heterosexual, so she followed suit. and it's not like she didn't like boys, of course she did. but even back home, before coming to HA, there were quite a few girls that caught her attention. she didn't know if she identified as bisexual or pansexual or what. but she wasn't worried about that. dani was just having fun, doing whatever she felt like.

so when she wandered into the kitchen to find the one and only girl dressed up as buzz lightyear, she couldn't help herself.

she slid in, next to alex, giving small waves and "his" to the girls alex was with.

damn, so everyone at this school is this attractive, huh

"hey alex, i'm dani, cole's sister. nice to finally meet you in person!" dani started to lean forward, motioning to alex like she wanted to whisper something to her, which she did.

when alex leaned in to hear what dani said, she acted on pure instinct;

"cutest buzz lightyear i've ever seen," her voice was soft and low as she whispered into alex's ear. before completely pulling away she planted a quick kiss on her cheek, where the others couldn't see. she fully leaned away and turned her attention back to the other girls.

"so, what department are you all in? i'm new and don't know anyone here!" she gave a little laugh, grabbing a cup and filling it with whatever bottle was nearest. she was buzzed on adrenaline and she loved the feeling. she didn't want it to go away.

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[natsukashii]

Hunter Drake

How are you feeling?

on a high that I never want to end

What are you wearing?

*manly noises intensify*

Where are you?

Party

Did you mention anyone?

Nickie

Who are you talking to?

Some foxy lady

And, like, tagging?

ohdittoh

When Nickie had said those words that he had let slip from his lips no more than three minutes ago, his stomach felt tight. It was like he was both blessed and cursed with a magnitude of aches piling on top of each other. He ignored the pain because it was just a relief to hear her finally say it.

And as he found something in him to take a breath, it had been the loudest, deepest inhale and exhale of air he'd ever taken. The second he let it out, every ache from stomach to heart to every thought in his head seemed to just...fade away into the clarity of the two crystals Nickie Abrams had for eyes.

Hunter Drake wasn't usually the type to put himself out there. He didn't like the way his body reacted to uncomfortable positions and maybe this tied into not having that motherly figure growing up that could have better prepared him for this. The only figure in his life that even remotely resembled a mother was his father's wife and Mimi's mother. She wasn't a bad person, but he never got the chance to know his real mother and maybe that's why he clung to people like Chas and Dei, who took him under his wing.

But as he found himself getting reasonably lost in Nickie's eyes, his hand came up to caress her cheek. He found himself smiling at her, his thumb slowly stroking her cheek and his stomach tightened up a bit more, but not in an uncomfortable way. He had no doubt what he felt were the butterflies created whenever he looked at her.

She was older and maybe deep down, he just clung to her as he did with Dei and Chas so he didn't have to face the realities of that, but right now he didn't care.

His gaze lingered for a few seconds longer and Hunter took her hand. "You want to dance?" Hunter's question was more of a preface as he gently took her arm, guiding her away from the seclusion of the stairs and out into the dancefloor.

He was on a high right now and there wa snothing more he wanted than to fly with her into the heavens.

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[natsukashii]

Simone Guiterrez

How are you feeling?

Potentially jealous but taking the high road

What are you wearing?

An icon

Where are you?

The Party

Did you mention anyone?

Minerva, Dorian, Gen, Alex, and Morrigan

Who are you talking to?

SLinky and Buzz and Jesse

And, like, tagging?

Kio.exe Soap sunshineysoul

Simone smirked at Alex. She had always been a knockout. But that wasn't why Simone liked her. It wasn't because she had hair that reminded her of the strands of chocolate she grew up eating or the way her lips curled into a smile anytime Simone gave her a compliment. It wasn't even the Cuban accent that oozed with every word she spoke.

No, Simone liked Alex because she was a sweet girl and ever since Simone had met her and came to her defense a few times, she always felt protective over her. Like if she didn't stay by her side when strangers approached, or hell be damned, if someone like Chas or Mike Reid set their eyes on her, she would fall victim to them. So she always felt a gravitational pull to be by Alex's side.

Also, it certainly helped that, today of all days where it was not only expected for girls to embrace the bodies God gave them, but flat out encouraged -- at least, that's the way Simone always looked at it -- Alex didn't spare any expense. Buzz Lightyear of star command was sending Minnie Mouse up, up, and away to places where she thought were only reserved for Antonio Banderas and Beyonce.

Turns out Alejandra Cortez had the same effect, too.

"Slutty ain't so bad, Alex," Simone winked at Buzella. "I mean, hey! You got the right figure. And you aren't showing too much." Simone nudged the side of Alex's body - teasingly, of course. "But adorable? Nah sis, I'm hot - with a capital H--"

Cutting her off wasn't so much a wrecking ball of sound, coming into ruin whatever roll she was on, but rather it was the silent approach of Jesse -- or a cute blonde who was dressed as Jesse.

She couldn't have been even more obvious, but Simone played it cool. She glared at the girl, of course, because she didn't know who she was nor did she know why she was cozing up so close to Alex like she knew her or something.

"so, what department are you all in? I'm new and don't know anyone here!"

And for all of three seconds, Simone was thinking she would quietly wreck this girl, but as she heard her say she didn't know anyone, both the devil and angel on her shoulder looked at each other and then at Simone as they knew she couldn't do anything to her but be the nice person she knew she was and that Alex knew she was.

"Hey girl," Simone said, extending her hand for a handshake but just hugged Jesse. It was quick but this was just how Simone greeted people she didn't outright despise. "Simone Guiterrez, but you probably already know that," she laughed out in a short burst. "I'm in the Plastics department. I model." After she said that and let it sink in for a moment, she looked at Alex and smiled. "...Buzz here is too. What about you, girl? You're gorg! That costume is chef kiss!"

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[hery]

MOOD: covert simping

OUTFIT: ronnie mcdonald

LOCATION: ronnie & kelli's dorm

basics

MENTIONS:
Briar, Mike, Zeph, Eli, Gen

INT:
ohdittoh (Kelli)
geminiy (Kian)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Veronica Crosby

Ronnie nodded vigorously, overjoyed to be able to share her party exploits with someone that would actually listen. "Mhm!" she twittered, unable to contain a giddy giggle, "It was suuuper gross, even mixed with soda and stuff. And I was all, like, loud and all 'ahhhh!' for the rest of the night, at least from what I remember." Ronnie winked, nearly convincing herself that the images of a smug Briar, an agitated Mike, and poor, dazed Zeph weren't burned into her memory like a hideous branding. "But I don't regret it!"

"There probably will be but, like, you don't have to have any or anything," the redhead reassured her friend, "But you totally don't have to have anything. It's, like, complementary and all that." The way Ronnie so confidently and casually spoke about partying atmospheres, one would almost assume she'd been a party animal from the womb. The real truth was that Dei's homecoming party was her first time ever being drunk, but that wasn't to say Ronnie had never drank before. She liked to think her fantasy wild, party girl lifestyle started at the age of thirteen when she took a sip from her uncle's beer bottle and spit-drooled it onto the table cloth.

Ronnie smiled proudly at Kelli's makeup, admiring what she believed to be one of her finest Halloween jobs yet, even if all she'd done was a mediocre application of eyeliner. "Yeah! You look great!" she cheered, craning her neck over to view Kelli's phone. He's here!

As soon as Kelli gave her the word, Ronnie got up and followed her out of their dorm, adjusting her wig carefully as they made their way down the hall. It was moderately crowded, likely due to students heading to the many various Halloween parties in quaint, cozy Los Angeles. She knew many would be attending the legendary Elias and Genevieve Johannes' party at their equally—if not more—legendary mansion. Ronnie felt privileged to even be acknowledged by Gen and she had a large amount of respect for her and their big sis/little sis relationship, even if it was uncomfortable at times due to Gen's tough love policy. See: Zeph.

As soon as Ronnie laid eyes upon Kian, she was completely under his spell. Now, he didn't exactly exude the same bold, tough aura many of her male interests did, but his warm smile and infectiously peaceful demeanor threatened to shake Ronnie's definition of her taste in men. She heard her name being uttered by his deep, melodic voice, but it wasn't enough to instantly snap her out of her trance.

After perhaps slightly too long of a delay, Ronnie straightened up and flashed a big smile up at the boy. "Pleasure's all mine!" she giggled, blushing profusely, "Your sister is so totally... dope." Ronnie turned to her side and winked at Kelli, finding amusement in her charming, sugar-sweet vernacular.

Her eyes widened to plates as she graciously accepted Kian's gift; she looked up at him with a grateful, "Aww, you shouldn't have!" face. "Awww, thank you!" She popped a chocolate into her mouth and listened to him speak, finding herself lost in his soothing voice and dreamy eyes. "You're the best. And, totally right! I love, love, love candy." The little simp seized her opportunity to hug Kian tightly for a brief moment, only pulling away to squeeze and admire the stuffed pumpkin that came with their gifts.

"I'm ready! Honk honk!" she announced, squeezing the red dot painted on the tip of her nose like a clown. She started moving toward the parking lot, looking back when Kian's back was turned to give Kelli the look. There was no mistaking it—it was a crime that Kelli hadn't mentioned how perfect this guy was for her. He was freaking CUTE!

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

MOOD: judging

OUTFIT: this but black and white

LOCATION: gen & eli's mansion

basics

MENTIONS:
Seb, Gen, Charlie, Mike, Nickie, Jace, Dorian, Eli, Nate, Evie, Ash, Callum, Jan, Gus, Hunter, Ava, JJ, Landon, Javi, Kane, Saint, Minnie, Alex, Adri, Lucky, Josephine, Mor, Naomi, Stella, Zeph, Trevor, Amy, Dei, Lin, Maddie, Corey, Simone, Danny, Cole, Dani

INT:
@LowkeyLovingLoki (Seb)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Chas Marino

Chas felt a little juvenile fiddling with his tie as he waited for Seb, but what else was he to do? Everyone within his vicinity was either not worth his time or had some petty or gigantic reason to hate him. There was Steven, whose basketball jersey got ruined by Chas spilling neon orange paint on it. Maybe he should have watched where he was going. And Mina, who Chas said was flat and smelled like kelp because of a critique to his math assignment. And, of course, who could forget Jessie? It went without saying that her eyebrows looked like they were drawn on by a two-year-old. And the simple-minded french horn-toting bitch dared to kick Chas in the balls for pointing out the obvious. Screw her. God forbid Chas tried to help someone improve. What record label would sign her looking like that?

Ugh. And here he was standing around listlessly, plastic cup in hand, silently judging the low-effort, tackily-revealing excuses for Halloween costumes his peers dared to wear to the same part as the ever-elegant Chas Marino himself. The overall sluttiness, boringness, and invasive reek of weed and alcohol was exactly on brand for a Johannes party, so could Chas really blame anyone other than the hosts?

God, what a mess. Chas took a small sip from his cup, which, by the way, contained the most putrid-tasting mixture of vodka and cranberry juice known to man. Whatever this liquor was, it wasn't expensive enough, no matter how all-out Gen claimed to have gone with the refreshments. Chas hadn't even come to get wasted, especially after how poorly that went the last party. Chas only drank simply to drink fine alcohol, like most refined individuals tended to do. Things seemed to be going well enough, considering he got a drink in before any potential ass beatings this time. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, internally smiling with satisfaction over his rather ungraceful dental procedure by Dr. Charlie.

Whatever. At least they made up. Maybe for once, someone would leave him the hell alone and let him party in peace. You can keep your eyes on the Marino, but you can't touch. Or talk to. Or think negative things about without his explicit permission. Those rules seemed to be going great thus far. All exposure is positive exposure. All exposure is positive exposure. All expo-

OH MY GOD! That's HIDEOUS! What is that? Jesus Christ, Mike had fallen so far. And that was ironic given the fact he was dressed as an angel. No—it would be too flattering to call him a fallen angel. His cocky ass wouldn't be able to take it, although Chas had a suspicion his ass knew plenty about cocky. Nickie looked okay in her hippie outfit. And that was it: okay. She, too, seemed well-versed in the art of irony, not that her clueless brain would know a thing about literary terms. The girl attracted all things not peaceful, and that was one of the few reasons Chas wouldn't rag too hard on her costume. She was loyal and stirred up shit. What more could he ask for?

And let's not forget rat boy Jace, whose head seemed too empty to be able to withstand the comically large pirate hat atop his head. As a matter of fact, even his head was lanky. What the hell? He always talked big for such an awkward, fragile guy and Chas knew if he dared come up and tell him so he'd shit his pants. At this point, Chas wouldn't even be able to tell the difference between the load in his pants and the ugly hat on his head. Gen's generic bullshit wasn't doing her any favors, especially since the makeup around her mouth had been clearly smudged by the dramatically high amount of alcohol she was slamming down. What a disgrace. She'd be better off a loud-mouthed wine mom of a PTA president than a frog in a black dress parading around as a damn queen. She was especially lucky she and her brother were hosting this party, or else Chas would really lay it down on her.

Dorian really had made a mistake giving his hat away because, while his outfit was fine, his hair was already a mess. And that was when he clearly made an attempt to put it together. After taking a hat off? Dear lord, put the thing back on. Chas could swear he saw dandruff snowing out of his head from all the way across the room.

Gen's brother, of course, looked much better with his face completely covered, which Chas really couldn't complain about. Good move on his part. And, as a bonus, he had almost the same costume Chas had worn for Halloween in the third grade. Fun fact: the character Eli's costume was based on was designed specifically after Chas' stunning baby Spiderman look on the Halloween 2011 episode of Celebrity Gossip Hour. Charlie had managed to look even worse, that Fred getup not at all flattering for her big, broad, manly shoulders. That sweater fit so horribly on her. Girls like her stood no chance at living up to sexy-

ICONIC! ICONIC!

Girls like her stood no chance at living up to such iconic characters in cartoon history like Fred. Speaking of standing no chance, here was Nate and Evie dressed like literal criminals. Fitting for Nate, he supposed, but Evie? What happened to all her "I'm too pretty for prison!" remarks? Did she realize her bread was buttered better with lowlifes that put up with her sarcastic bullshit because classy, wealthy men wanted nothing to do with her and her horrid timing for fashion? HELLO! Spotted shawls were so two seasons ago. Chas got secondhand embarrassment watching her walk down the halls in that atrocious rag last Thursday.

Spider-Gwen. Chas didn't have much to say about whatever Ash was wearing either, considering he was above Spiderman clones and whatever film Marvel shat out if its ass the next week. She was fortunate not to be as irrelevant as her older brother, but at this rate, that simple, shoddily-crafted costume would land her deep into obscurity among names like the forgotten Hemsworth, Callum Richards, even, unfortunately, Kid Cudi, who severely fell off. Ash was H.A.'s very own Kid Cudi. With her resting anxious face, he was sure this wouldn't be her Day 'n' Night.

Never mind, Jan took the spot with ease. Chas barely recognized Spider-Gwen, who was this clone of a clone? Or did she come before? That would be worse, considering Jan had chosen to dress up intentionally as an obsolete, forgotten, Kid Cudi on crack version of Spider-Gwen. Embarrassing. What was worse was that unsure look written all over her face; how dare she show up in that and not have the pride to own it? Where was that getting her? It certainly wasn't earning her any favors with Chas Marino's eye for fashion.

Okay, props to Gus, Han Solo was kind of cool. Did Chas ever mention his dad used to be good friends with George Lucas? Well, he was. Harrison Ford, too. And Chas had actually met the guy. Even in his seventies, he wore it better than this clown. Do better. It was an alright concept in Chas' book, but not nearly suave or eye-catching enough. 4/10. Same problem with Hunter, except his costume was totally too classless and simplistic. A black tee and jeans, really? Even the sunglasses and awful wig didn't save him, no matter what Johnny Bravo whatever he was supposed to be. Chas had thought many derisive things about the others' costumes, but really, he was more disappointed in Hunter for not going bolder. Or sexy. Totally against what Chas taught him.

Ah, well. At least he seemed to be talking up Nickie, who Chas personally approved for him himself. He was proud of his protégé, but if he slipped up once, Chas wouldn't feel any sympathy for him. The costume, man. It's just not enough. And he stole one of Chas' own personal simps. It took a lot of internal convincing to let him have Nickie. At least they'd share a little, given the fact that the deluded girl still defended him from time to time.

Chas had nothing specific to say about Ava's costume. It was weird and he didn't get it, but it sort of resembled some slutty top JJ left lying around the house. Actually, that reminded Chas to go back and pour out her almond milk when he got home for daring to dress the same as him. AND THEN GO ON TO ASSUME CHAS HAD COPIED HER? The little girl was lucky she was still alive after pulling something like that. Wannabe copycat bitch. It would have been cute if she hadn't totally denied it in such a mocking way.

Much like his tacky sister, Landon had the perfect tacky costume to bring to the party, no doubt horribly crafted by Evie herself. Such a freakishly giant man had no business dressing as an elf, even if it was to be that incessantly spirited "Bloody" or whatever the hell his name was. The guy spewed flopping dicks out his mouth every time he spoke. Nothing like the "lovable" (supposed to be, at least) lunatic from the Christmas film. And-- hey! It's a Halloween party? What the hell? This was like Evie's ridiculous purple rebellion at homecoming, forever sullying the name of Chas' color just a teensy bit in the H.A. student council's book, which he didn't believe was possible after the literal rival school changed one of their colors to purple.

Javier "Sleazy Deadbeat at 17" Cervantes seemed to be vying for both the title of "Least Effort" and "Worst Model Gait" with whatever Princess Belle rags he'd thrown on, clearly without any form of ironing done to make it look at least like he tried a LITTLE. Who was he trying to please at the Halloween party wearing that? No one would so much as touch him, especially as soon as that dress split into two with how horrifyingly giant those quads were. Newsflash: you can't increase brain mass through leg workouts. Stick to real priorities, pal. His "date" or "roommate" or "friend" or "fuck buddy" or whatever, Kane, didn't seem to have many standards either, given the fact that the only effort he put into his own piece was some makeup and wings and chains and whatever. Come on. He put on a wifebeater and decided to call it a costume! At least try! if you're that eager to show your arms then just wear a sign, because clearly, that lame attempt at an angel "outfit" wasn't for the costume contest.

Saint was whatever. Chas wouldn't give that absolutely disrespectful attempt at faking a costume the time of day. Minnie too, except the top was cute. But still, fuck Minnie. But cute top.

Chas figured Alex would try something like this Toy Story whatever the fuck she had on. She seemed visibly uncomfortable, but even so it was within her persona to attempt something weird and experimental like the literal spaceman from a Pixar film. The character was probably her style, but the whole slutty bit was definitely not her energy. Or her vibe. And that disjoint ultimately ruined the way she could have absolutely pulled it off. It was a shame, considering she was supposed to be a model—CEO Barbie, in fact. This was just Chas' old Bratz dolls wearing a tight sock around her upper torso. Edgy with promise, but in the end executed horribly. It didn't help that she was matching with a bunch of losers anyway.

Speaking of slutty gone wrong, Adriane looked rather...feline... that night. It was most unfortunate her "skin-tight" costume wasn't enough to hug her skin and bones ass, but everyone knew the way she carried herself, the boys could look anywhere they wanted if they just asked her. And her flat ass wasn't usually the first destination most guys went, as evidenced by the absolute racket Adriane made at 2am on FRIDAY NIGHTS at the apartment. THOSE ARE HOMEWORK NIGHTS! SHE KNOWS THAT! Last time, Chas nearly dumped out the piping hot contents of his "World's Best Marino" coffee mug onto Adri's cell phone she'd left out in the living room.

Lucky wasn't doing any better, another uninspired Spiderman clone, this time toting around his shitfaced damsel. God damn, Jo, have some standards. He's just another sarcastic asshole in a Spiderman suit. There's plenty of those! And half of them can sing! What good was he doing polluting the actually talented masses of Hollywood Arts? Did he have to desperately hang around every girl he met in hopes of a quick fuck because no one wanted to stay more than an hour with his dry, "oooh, so brooding!" self? It was like watching a car crash and burn in real time. Same with Josephine, who clearly showed that bad decisions ran in the family. That and having way too much to drink way too fast. Bunch of dirty, unrefined lame-asses. Chas found another source of irony in Jo, who was adorned in all white with Princess Leia's signature buns. Nice costume for the same reasons as Gus', but it was just a little funny seeing this drunk, possibly crossed, stumbling girl with the hots for Lucky dressed in all white like she was about to get married at this sweaty, smoke-filled Halloween fest.

Chas swished his drink, taking a mental breath before reaming a few more unsuspecting teenagers in his head. He smiled as he took another foul-tasting sip, starting to have a little fun as he waited for an unfashionably late Seb. The guy was going to get a stern talking-to, leaving Chas all lonely-looking against the wall at Genevieve fucking Johannes' own mansion.

Ah, back to bitching and... lovely. More Toy Story. If Chas thought Buzz was done poorly, this slinky dog nonsense was even worse. The Mor girl was nice and all and flattered him plenty, but too wasn't exempt from being absolutely ridiculed for looking like a cardboard robot furry living in a Five Nights at Freddy's fanart. It was Chas' favorite word: atrocious. And it was horrible and quite frankly, this was the one case where Chas possibly was okay with her wearing no costume at all if this was the alternative. Like, Jesus, it was WEIRD. And just BAD. You've got a friend in the dumpster, old costume.

And after Gen had proven to be a shitty makeup artist, here was Naomi dressed in a rug and flannel and what might as well have been red sharpie smeared all over her face. It just didn't end, did it? No one in this entire school knew how to put together a goddamn costume except for Chas, did he? What in the hell, man!? Honestly, this approach might have been better off sluttier and with more midriff, just for the sake of getting rid of that raggedy flannel. And maybe switch out the leggings for booty shorts, honestly. Not a look.

Stella had a different issue, as her department of costume wrongness fell more into line with that of Saint and Minnie. NO EFFORT! She was a wonderful girl and an excellent flatterer. In fact, she was preemptively cast in Chas' debut film (without her knowledge, but Chas knew he could tell her any time and she'd accept his offer; he's a Marino, for God's sake!) in the works titled Neolithic Space Wars: The Romancing. It had all the components of a thrilling blockbuster; Hollywood would love it. They would not love Stella's literal pair of PAJAMAS in lieu of a real costume. You're an actress, look the part! Look like you care. A onesie does NOT show any sign of effort and can't even be considered a costume. Pika pika my squeaky clean, Italian ass.

Even as one of the tallest guys in the room dressed as a notable cartoon character, Zeph hopelessly blended into the crowd. That was a telltale sign of a nobody if Chas ever saw one, arguably more embarrassing than being visible and looking ridiculous like Mor. Unfortunately for him, the shitty Pikachu beside him wouldn't be able to protect him from him getting his face slammed into a sink over the more notoriously irritating little simp in the entire school. Get a grip, man. Be somebody. Don't dress as a 12-year-old boy with more fame, talent, and social skills than you've had in all your life. That's embarrassing for you.

Chas' soul nearly left his body as he laid eyes upon big ol' condescending Trevor waltzing around in a Shaggy costume. It was just too good; he was so friendless and bored he actually agreed to dress up as a character literally mocking his culture: ugly and coated in weed stink. Chas gained a sick sense of satisfaction at seeing him floundering in this social scene. Chas was alone but at least he was alone in STYLE. Heh. He had kept a note of that one. For later. He got the creeps just watching him stare down at Amy's face, watching his weird little bulgy eyeballs look right back at Amy "Nerd Girl" Jones.

Speaking of, Velma really was an excellent choice for her stuck-up, know-it-all, holier-than-thou ass. She could search all day and never get a clue that, despite everything, Dei was the best she'd ever land. Chas had no clue how fast-paced, thrill-seeking Kordei Grant put up with boring nice girl Amy all the damn time. The only time the selfish dimwit had claws was when she was defending her point or Charlie's stupid behavior at homecoming. She would have had potential if she got better at stirring shit and maybe pulling her head out of her ass for long enough of a moment to GET. A. GRIP. You're a loser. And you hang with losers. You missed out big with Dei and you royally fucked up crossing Chas Marino.

In addition to Velma, Lin seemed to be the other girl of the Mystery Gang in a pathetic attempt at a Daphne costume. Did this guy think he was some funny guy? It was just said watching him bounce around in this ill-fitting, wrinkly, misshapen Daphne costume and wild witch hair of a wig. The guy couldn't take anything seriously for just a moment, because likely, if he did, he'd realize he burned all of his most crucial bridges trying to gain a cheap laugh from his impulsive, stupid humor. Chas thought this guy the king of the losers, so dull, annoying, and flawed he had to deflect from his crushing unworthiness by spinning everything into some corny gag.

And... Maddie. Shit. Chas hated that he felt guilty at all dissing her costume, especially since they sorta dressed as the same thing, Chas being a "white devil" and all. Chas was more creative and even if he had worn Maddie's revealing getup, he'd have definitely rocked it better. That twinge of guilt pricked at Chas, nagging him in the back of the head to apologize for a mere THOUGHT. He had to stop worrying about her. Why should he care about some girl he went to school with? Her costume sucked. Moving on.

Corey looked weirdly similar to what Seb was supposed to be, except in white, which was oddly comforting but also kind of annoying. Chas liked Corey well enough and he bore no ill-will to the good-natured boy. Even so, the skinny guy revealing that much of his chest was laughable compared to the footballers flexing their muscles mere feet away in even more modest tops. Was he trying to impress a girl? No ounce of sultry connotations in his costume would change the fact that girls like bad boys and him, being too soft to step on a poor, unsuspecting blade of grass, wouldn't cut it. No, really. Cutting the lawn was way too many for the goodie-goodie little boy. Not that he was that little, but he might as well have been with the whole "I'm so perfect and nice you look so mean next to me" act. Chas didn't buy it all the way, although he clearly must have bought those wings given how flat and frayed the feathers were.

Simone's Minnie Mouse thing was... well, your typical sorority girl, tits-out look, neither adjective of which Chas cared for at all. It seemed to fit her, as the way she interacted with everyone around her looked so superficial and overly-nice. What kind of maniac is that chipper upon arrival to a Halloween party? Play it cool, girlie. Nice is boring. Bitch slap Alex! Go, go! Chas smiled to himself, imagining the joy he'd get from making fun of Alex's potential black eye after the comments she made about his tooth.

Chas turned to spot Danny on the other side of the room. Greek gods, really? Leave it in fifth grade with Percy Jackson, you big child. And don't dress up as such a hot god if you can't have the confidence to match. Come on, people! Costumes aren't just clothing, it's a mind state! At a performing arts school, would it kill anyone to learn basic acting? Maybe stay in character, or at least carry yourself moderately different if you're going to dress so boldly? Adri, for example, did a great job at this, dressing like the catty bitch she was. And Gen, as the dead bitch Chas wished she was.

Cole and Dani coming as the remaining Toy Story cowpeople felt a bit on the nose, but Chas wouldn't complain if Cole was trying to get into one of the girls' pants. Much like Corey, the nice guy shtick was getting old. The jig is up, pal, you're telling all your little girlfriends what they want to hear because you're sad, lonely, and shit and being bold is just too much for you to handle. Chas always found Woody and Jessie's outfits to be tacky, even as a little kid watching Toy Story. It brought back memories of sitting on the couch watching movies while being babysat by his adolescent sister and pre-teen brother as his parents ran around doing whatever business damage control gobbledygook they had to deal with. It wasn't even a good movie in Chas' opinion, but the remote was always just out of reach and Chas was too good of a kid at the time to dare interrupt his siblings doing their things on the other side of the room.

So fuck Cole and Dani. Why did they get to be like that and Chas didn't get to be with his own siblings? It wasn't his fault they were so old and cruel. Not to mention, Chas had found that the snake wasn't in Woody's boot all along. It was just about everywhere else. Interestingly, his boot was just about the safest place it got. It's always darkest under the lighthouse, right? Or does that refute his point...?

Either way, screw that.

Chas saw yet another angel approaching him, and he was just about ready to actually make a critique out loud when he realized it was Seb coming to the rescue. He relaxed a bit, leaning into Seb as if on command. The devil-dressed boy had drained himself of his negativity so much while silently judging everyone that he forgot to be upset with his boyfriend for making him wait so long. "It's fine, it doesn't matter," he answered, heaving a long sigh.

He remained limp like a noodle in Seb's arms, which the tall boy seemed keen on anyway considering he had yet to move a muscle since kissing him on the cheek. Chas' cheeks burned a little red, and the spot Seb planted a kiss on felt all weird and tingly. He couldn't stop thinking about it, but it felt too odd to move his hand up and feel the spot himself. Like it would ruin the jittery sensation. "Thanks, Seb," he calmly thanked the dark-haired boy wrapped around him, looking up at his way high up face, "You do too. I'm really impressed you came up with this."

Chas was a little tired, but he also couldn't muster up many words knowing Seb wouldn't stay with him for long before taking his leave to drink with Landon, even if it was temporary. He looked down at his drink and realized he'd emptied the whole thing while mentally trash talking all of the partygoers. "The drinks here suck, by the way," he stated, leaning up out of Seb's embrace and refilling his drink at a nearby table anyway. He downed about a quarter of it before offering defeatedly, "Go ahead with Landon. I won't stop you."

"I'll be here," he added, resigning to standing around alone even longer while Seb was doing his thing. Some party animal Chas was, on standby for his boyfriend out of stubbornness and a moderate guilt trip instead of socializing. At this rate, he'd run out of costumes to mock internally in no time.

code by valen t.

 

[Kitsune2202]

- Location.
Party (Drink table)
- Tags.
Trevor ( ohdittoh ), [Mentions: Charlie, Kordei, Lin, Josie, Saint]
-Outfit.
Jinkies! O-O

Amy really did feel bad for turning down his attempt to talk to her about everything because she knew she did need it...just not right now. Maybe she'd bring it up to him tomorrow if they both weren't too hung over, or just another time in general. She wanted to talk to him she really did...but she'd worked really hard to pretend to be ok and breaking down at the drink table would ruin that. And she would definitely break down because try as she might she wasn't over it yet. It still hurt, it still burned even if it was now a slow steady one rather then a raging wildfire. She prayed every night the day would come when she'd wake up and it would just be a passing ache she once knew. Kinda how she felt about Nate. Hurtful, but not earth shattering anymore.

She listened to him talk about the Festival coming up and how hard he was working to make good changes to his script and locking himself away to make sure he was finally buckling down and getting it done. She was proud of him. Most people dismissed Trevor as just a womanizing pot head, but he really was so much more, and so incredibly talented. She was glad he was putting his best foot forward for this. Everyone was really and it was amazing. This was one of her favorite times of the year at the school.

As he continued to talk which she should've known was going to happen considering the topic. People talk a lot about their passions, they can't help it! She didn't mind listening to him and his long winded speeches because she loved hearing people talk about things important to them. The way they spoke, the spark in their eyes it was mesmerizing even if she had zero idea what they were talking about...which was definitely the case here. She couldn't help but giggle when he literally said "blah blah blah" cause she really had been super confused. It didn't help that she didn't know the original story, but hearing that mixed in with the new changes, and tossing in the names of the possible actors in it got her a little lost in the Sause. Well maybe it was the fact that she was sipping her drink this whole time which meant she was now about ready for drink number three of the night...maybe that played a role in her confusion.

She grinned and started pouring herself another drink. It wasn't like Charlie would let her drive home anymore now that'd she had a single sip. "I got you Trev! But don't work yourself too hard. Plus while no one mentions it Triangle pieces can fit in squares holes at the right angle." She giggled with a cheery smile dancing on her lips. The alcohol was defiantly starting to sink in as her cheeks were warming up turning a light pink. She was such a light weight. You'd think after all the time she'd spent with Kordei she'd have gotten better. Actually she had gotten better and that was the sad part. This was a less lightweight Amy then she was 6 months ago. Which is honestly probably why Charlie decides she's out for the count still after just a sip. "You're an amazing writer trust yourself and I know it'll be amazing." She hummed happily now that her cup was full.

Talk of the festival also made her think back to the offer Kordei had made her. Sure she'd been working hard on her own piece, and even decided after to collab with someone else for another to give herself as much exposure as possible...but maybe strictly business wise she should've taken it? He after all has made it on the tour before, and hell was probably on tour now. He knew what these people wanted and were looking for. For better or worse he was extremely talented, and that boost for him would be an even bigger boost for her...

Nope nope no thinking like that allowed tonight or about him tonight. Nope! Some things aren't worst selling your soul for to the industry. She'd stick to her resolve and make it on her own and her own merit. Case Closed.

Turning her attention and thoughts back to someone worthy of her time and headspace, "I know the feeling though I feel like I've been in the studio Non-stop. I think I'm gonna try and release an EP weather I make the tour or not. I think I'm ready for that." She spoked holding her cup with both hands a bit nervously. She'd taken a big step performing at the homecoming game, but even then she'd not performed anything of her own. Not that it still wasn't an absolute blast and given her a boost in followers. Her agent had been excited too since apparently she was getting calls for possible future projects and collaborations after. She wanted desperately to keep building on this heat she'd generated. Also for better or worse their very public break-up (partially her fault for it being so public) with Kordei also gained her some steam. She'd been asked to do quite a lot of interviews about the whole thing, but she'd only accepted one and it was a radio interview. She didn't wanna be seen just yet talking about it. She had a window right now and she wanted to seize this moment. She wanted to make something out of all this.

Then he mentioned the fair and that caused her to take a huge gulp of her drink. Yup the fair. Truth be told she didn't do anything either afterwards. At least she didn't cry so you know that was a plus, but productivity? Non-existent. She blushed lightly when he brought up her owing him for the fair shenanigans. That's right he knew now that she'd been a co-conspirator in that whole thing...well in Charlie's part. Such a shame though that things didn't end up for them like it had Charlie and Lin. At the very least though she was glad it didn't spoil their friendship. She'd have felt horrible if it had. Regardless she was prepared for whatever his price would be, but she wasn't expecting what it turned out to be.

She smiled warmly at him and wrapped the arm not holding her drink around him for a tight hug, "I will, I promise. Thanks Trev you're the best." She smiled, "I know you do. And I'm really grateful to have such a thoughtful best friend in my life. We both deserve a good time tonight." She chimed before taking a sip of her drink. "Especially since Charlie won't let either of us drive home. Though if someone catches your eye tonight won't that be a bit of a weird ride for you?" She looked at him curiously. She didn't wanna be any sort of cock block for him tonight. Though she was pretty sure most people in the school knew by now that Charlie and Amy were no competition when it came to Trevor. Then again you never know when a cute new girl will show up. Newbies were actually a regular around here. She supposed not everyone could cut it here and as one dropped another was getting accepted.

"Hmm if so I could find another way home. Eli is really nice, maybe him? Or Kane if he's around." Saint brought her back last time from the fair...and Josie definitely did not seem happy about that, so she'd like to avoid that awkwardness for another week again. It wasn't her fault all her roommates had left already! Not to mention she needed an escape and he offered.

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Amy really did feel bad for turning down his attempt to talk to her about everything because she knew she did need it...just not right now. Maybe she'd bring it up to him tomorrow if they both weren't too hung over, or just another time in general. She wanted to talk to him she really did...but she'd worked really hard to pretend to be ok and breaking down at the drink table would ruin that. And she would definitely break down because try as she might she wasn't over it yet. It still hurt, it still burned even if it was now a slow steady one rather then a raging wildfire. She prayed every night the day would come when she'd wake up and it would just be a passing ache she once knew. Kinda how she felt about Nate. Hurtful, but not earth shattering anymore.

She listened to him talk about the Festival coming up and how hard he was working to make good changes to his script and locking himself away to make sure he was finally buckling down and getting it done. She was proud of him. Most people dismissed Trevor as just a womanizing pot head, but he really was so much more, and so incredibly talented. She was glad he was putting his best foot forward for this. Everyone was really and it was amazing. This was one of her favorite times of the year at the school.

As he continued to talk which she should've known was going to happen considering the topic. People talk a lot about their passions, they can't help it! She didn't mind listening to him and his long winded speeches because she loved hearing people talk about things important to them. The way they spoke, the spark in their eyes it was mesmerizing even if she had zero idea what they were talking about...which was definitely the case here. She couldn't help but giggle when he literally said "blah blah blah" cause she really had been super confused. It didn't help that she didn't know the original story, but hearing that mixed in with the new changes, and tossing in the names of the possible actors in it got her a little lost in the Sause. Well maybe it was the fact that she was sipping her drink this whole time which meant she was now about ready for drink number three of the night...maybe that played a role in her confusion.

She grinned and started pouring herself another drink. It wasn't like Charlie would let her drive home anymore now that'd she had a single sip. "I got you Trev! But don't work yourself too hard. Plus while no one mentions it Triangle pieces can fit in squares holes at the right angle." She giggled with a cheery smile dancing on her lips. The alcohol was defiantly starting to sink in as her cheeks were warming up turning a light pink. She was such a light weight. You'd think after all the time she'd spent with Kordei she'd have gotten better. Actually she had gotten better and that was the sad part. This was a less lightweight Amy then she was 6 months ago. Which is honestly probably why Charlie decides she's out for the count still after just a sip. "You're an amazing writer trust yourself and I know it'll be amazing." She hummed happily now that her cup was full.

Talk of the festival also made her think back to the offer Kordei had made her. Sure she'd been working hard on her own piece, and even decided after to collab with someone else for another to give herself as much exposure as possible...but maybe strictly business wise she should've taken it? He after all has made it on the tour before, and hell was probably on tour now. He knew what these people wanted and were looking for. For better or worse he was extremely talented, and that boost for him would be an even bigger boost for her...

Nope nope no thinking like that allowed tonight or about him tonight. Nope! Some things aren't worst selling your soul for to the industry. She'd stick to her resolve and make it on her own and her own merit. Case Closed.

Turning her attention and thoughts back to someone worthy of her time and headspace, "I know the feeling though I feel like I've been in the studio Non-stop. I think I'm gonna try and release an EP weather I make the tour or not. I think I'm ready for that." She spoked holding her cup with both hands a bit nervously. She'd taken a big step performing at the homecoming game, but even then she'd not performed anything of her own. Not that it still wasn't an absolute blast and given her a boost in followers. Her agent had been excited too since apparently she was getting calls for possible future projects and collaborations after. She wanted desperately to keep building on this heat she'd generated. Also for better or worse their very public break-up (partially her fault for it being so public) with Kordei also gained her some steam. She'd been asked to do quite a lot of interviews about the whole thing, but she'd only accepted one and it was a radio interview. She didn't wanna be seen just yet talking about it. She had a window right now and she wanted to seize this moment. She wanted to make something out of all this.

Then he mentioned the fair and that caused her to take a huge gulp of her drink. Yup the fair. Truth be told she didn't do anything either afterwards. At least she didn't cry so you know that was a plus, but productivity? Non-existent. She blushed lightly when he brought up her owing him for the fair shenanigans. That's right he knew now that she'd been a co-conspirator in that whole thing...well in Charlie's part. Such a shame though that things didn't end up for them like it had Charlie and Lin. At the very least though she was glad it didn't spoil their friendship. She'd have felt horrible if it had. Regardless she was prepared for whatever his price would be, but she wasn't expecting what it turned out to be.

She smiled warmly at him and wrapped the arm not holding her drink around him for a tight hug, "I will, I promise. Thanks Trev you're the best." She smiled, "I know you do. And I'm really grateful to have such a thoughtful best friend in my life. We both deserve a good time tonight." She chimed before taking a sip of her drink. "Especially since Charlie won't let either of us drive home. Though if someone catches your eye tonight won't that be a bit of a weird ride for you?" She looked at him curiously. She didn't wanna be any sort of cock block for him tonight. Though she was pretty sure most people in the school knew by now that Charlie and Amy were no competition when it came to Trevor. Then again you never know when a cute new girl will show up. Newbies were actually a regular around here. She supposed not everyone could cut it here and as one dropped another was getting accepted.

"Hmm if so I could find another way home. Eli is really nice, maybe him? Or Kane if he's around." Saint brought her back last time from the fair...and Josie definitely did not seem happy about that, so she'd like to avoid that awkwardness for another week again. It wasn't her fault all her roommates had left already! Not to mention she needed an escape and he offered.

 

[ohdittoh]

nickie abrams

you've just gotta keep on, keep on.​

How are you feeling?

...

What are you wearing?

Peace! Love! I fucking need both.

Where are you?

Gen's place.

Did you mention anyone?

No.

Who are you talking to?

Hunter.

And, like, who are tagging, exactly?

natsukashii

Can I get a tl;dr?

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Nickie dances with Hunter.

Hunter stared back at her for a moment, and a jolt of panic shot through Nickie.

Did he know that she didn’t trust him? That she thought— no, that she knew that his words were smoke blown up her proverbial ass to make her smile? That her smile right now was forced because she knew that fact?

Could she not even lie right? Could she not even do that?

Then, his face broke into a smile, and her racing heart throbbed.

Goddamn it, she loved the smile. She loved how full it was— how his eyes were brimming with joy, how there wasn’t even the slightest sign of hesitation in that joy—

And, at the same time, she hated it. She hated how she could see herself reflected in the light twinkling in his dark brown eyes, she hated the way that he trusted her, and she hated the way— fuck!— she hated the way that he wanted it to be true.

He wanted her to love him— and why? She was nothing— less than nothing. She was a girl who everyone outcasted. Who was desperate to be accepted. Who was clingy and unstable and…fucked…up.

And, worse, who was a liar.

Who was lying to him, right now, just to see that smile— just to make him happy and just to make that selfish part in her happy. Just to…just to—

Shit.

She smiled back, averting her eyes, and then her hand was taken again and she looked back at him again to see that painfully cheerful smile that she could only try to mimic.

He was pulling her to the dance floor before she could even answer, and she wanted to dance, but damn it, she didn’t have it in her. She couldn’t bring herself to think about the rhythm, she couldn’t bring herself to care to move, and she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything. The beat was gone, the sound was gone, and she stood there, with the music whispering in her ears the fact that everyone surrounding her was judging her, that the boy she was standing with was lying to her, and reminding her that she was nothing.

And yet, she forced herself to move— she forced herself to move, even past all of the pain and all of the numbness and all of the knowing that this would all come crumbling down— that lives couldn’t be built on lies as terribly-made as the one that she had constructed— and she made herself smile. She made herself laugh, she made herself look at Hunter and compliment his moves even though she wanted to start crying or vomiting and rush off to the bathroom, she wanted to go but she stayed.

For him— she was doing it all for him.

But, at the same time, she thought, maybe if she lied long enough, if she could keep this act up long enough, his words would stop being a lie— would stop feeling as if they were a lie.

And then she could smile and dance and laugh and kiss without hesitation, because there would be no inkling that this was temporary.

She moved closer to him, dancing with a smile on her face as she pulled off her sunglasses. The world around her pulsated for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the light, but she smiled through the pain, and then she let out a soft sigh that wasn’t audible above the music.

“Hunter,” she said, “I—“

Someone bumped into her, and she tripped and nearly fell into him. She cursed beneath her breath, and she stood up straight, laughing slightly. “Uhm, sorry…”

What was she going to say?

She looked into his eyes, trying to catch back up to where she was, but she found herself getting lost in them again.

Despite all of the music around her— all of the noise and all of the motion— Nickie felt suspended for a moment.

Caught in her lie.

And she felt…

Like it was worth it.

Her hand went to his cheek, and she leaned up to kiss him, continuing to subtly move her body to the beat as she did.

As she brought her lips to his, all that she could think was goddamn it.

This was such a sweet lie to tell.

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[Soap]

Juliette Jameson
"Please, you can’t imitate perfection.”

@QueenJules has set their status to:
#Dying but peep the outfit.

@QueenJules has interacted with:
Jace

@QueenJules has mentioned:
Dorian, Minnie

@QueenJules has tagged:
@jasmichelle Winona sunshineysoul​

Was this kid dropped on his head more times than JJ knew about? How could someone ask such stupid questions and expect them to be answered in the same way? Perhaps it was anxiety, maybe Jace was... afraid of her. Maybe that's why he was acting disabled. But then again, Jace is disabled in his own way. Juliette's focus stood on the eyeliner, however she felt on Jace doesn't mean she was going to do her worst work on him. The girl was a master at makeup, she learned at a very young age and continued to flourish as the years went by.

Makeup was a big thing to Juliette. It provided the right amount of confidence. It made her feel... more JJ. Jules was a different person entirely, Jules was... insecure, and quiet, and overly sensitive. JJ was a whole enigma she shouldn't even figure out herself, but it's who she was. Nobody was an expert on who they were. But even the cheerleader knew she had many different sides to her.

People just didn't deserve to see that side of her.

They shouldn't.

Nobody likes being vulnerable. Not everyone could be like Jace and Ash, throwing their feelings everywhere and continue to get things messy. Who cared about spreading fake compliments, smiles, and wasting your time on people who were lesser than you? Just the thought alone had baffled Juliette.

The pen glazed over his eyelid precisely, creating a thick enough line to consider it pirate-ish-qsue.

She just had to fill the corner of--

Minnie?

Her hand slipped, causing the pen to fall forward and pricking Jace in the eye.

"He's with Minnie? Why? Did he say something about it?"

Why the fuck was he with Minnie? Sure, they were friends or whatever. But who the hell cares. It wasn't common knowledge that Juliette was... majorly envious over anyone she was remotely close to. Well, maybe only the people she was close to.

Like Ava...

that's about it.

Everyone new didn't know the train wreck of envy that came along with one Juliette Jameson.

"Stop being a baby, blink a few times and let me do the other eye." The girl swatted his shoulders, trying to get his attention so she could wrap this up and find her boyfriend.

Not boyfriend.

Right, they weren't dating.

... right.

"I guess while we're here. Did you ever DM that pornstar who liked you?"

Liked, as in had a crush on Jace when he was around what? Ten? who knows. It's not like Juliette cared, she just wanted to make conversation... and try to keep her mind off of her not boyfriend who was definitely not making out with that stupid whore.

He better not be.

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[Soap]

Livanna Moore
"There's a lotta things that I never said.”

@Livieeee is offline.

@Livieeee has interacted with:
Callum, Oates

@Livieeee has mentioned:
N/A

@Livieeee has set her outfit to:
only the cutest wonder woman alive


@Livieeee has tagged:
hery mogy

Before Liv could retaliate and stick up for Callum, apparently he was already going at her and her dog. Jeez louise. Liv was just gonna pull out her butterfly knife and pretend to scare her and all that but Callum seemed like he had this all under control. That chihuahua was giving her the eyes but the kind of eyes that screamed murder, she wasn't sure why just chihuahuas were evil, they're always evil.

Maybe they were all possessed in some sort of way.

Baby chihuahuas weren't bad... but when they became adults it was like hell broke loose and Satan was suddenly your pet. Don't ask how Liv knows all this, okay? she knew a lot of chihuahuas in her day. But unfortunately none of her her, as evil as they were, she always wanted a pet and never gotten one despite her many years of begging. Although... she could get one now...

This was definitely the high talking.

"Excuse me? Get the hell off of my property, right now or I'm calling the police."

Welp.

Jail didn't sound all that good, but there was no way Liv was leaving without a piece of candy.

No.

Sorry bitch.

The tiny girl kept eye contact with the dog, slightly flinching his way caused the demon dog to start barking-- it was the perfect opportunity, Liv ran up in two fast motions and didn't take one-- no, she took the whole bucket.

... and took off.

"No! Prissy come back here!" The older woman exclaimed, clearly trying to bring back the dog who probably hated her just as much as the kids did.

With the boys, and unfortunately the demon dog in tow.

They'd made it to the other side of the richie suburbs. Thankfully, it was easy enough to outrun a chihuahua. But the few huffs of breath they were all taking made Liv take a mental note to schedule some exercise in their future.


"Hahaaaaaaaaaaaa. Look at me boys, queen of halloween." Liv ripped the 'take one' sign off of the bucket and started pouring some in Oates and Callum's bag before throwing the whole bucket in her pillow case.

"Lil' extra for the birthday girl shhhhh, dudeeeeeee that was fucking amazing. Did you see me! Did ya? Didya?" A genuine laugh escaped her, and no, it wasn't because of the oxy, Liv was just... actually having fun. It'd been a really long time since she enjoyed herself without the perks of pills. Sure they might've helped but for a spilt moment... this was all Liv.

And it was pretty awesome.

Suddenly her phone and started to buzz and with one glance, Liv knew her night was ruined.

'You couldn't wait for me to leave the state before you slept with him?'

'I thought you cared a whole lot more than that.'

'You’re fucking pathetic.'

And just like that.

Liv went silent.

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[gh0stwriter]

Lucky DuBois

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL LIE
IT'S A PERFECT DENIAL
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL LIE TO BELIEVE IN

halloween

"imagination creates reality"

Stand to loosen up? If that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black. His eyes rolled slightly. Ash was definitely someone that could stand to take her own advice. It wasn’t a judgement -- nope. Just an observation. He always found it easier to dish out sage, worthwhile advice than to ever follow it himself. Yeah, she was drinking -- loosening up, but it was just a ploy. A way for people to excuse behavior by blaming it on something else. If you want to do something, own it. Don’t hide it under the guise of liquor consumption so you don’t have to risk anything later. Again...much better at giving advice than taking it.

Besides, he wasn’t wound that tight. He liked to have fun. He enjoyed a good movie and the occasional hook-up. But his self-proclaimed best friend believed that he worried too much. That was an understatement. He did constantly worry . He thought about all the various outcomes that could arise from his actions. It wasn’t his fault.

Until recently, his little brother’s survival depended on his choices and actions. That was a full-time job in itself. Not that he was complaining. Lucky loved being a big brother. When he was a kid it was what he always wanted and if he didn’t have Lennon, honestly, he didn’t know where he’d be right now, but he knew it wouldn’t have been good.

He watched as she made a subpar attempt at explaining how to party. Despite it, he was beginning to understand the lure of drinking. The loosening factor both she and Josie love to go on and on about. It was nice. Not to think. Not to feel -- well at least be able to pretend that you weren’t feeling. Lucky was a pro at that. But the one thing he knew was that no one drank to that level of excess unless there was something they wanted to forget, something they wanted to do, but were too afraid to just do it or some other reason people pretend doesn’t exist under the pretense of having a good time. Again, no judgement.

"The Arts Festival, though?”

The Arts Festival. A topic that had plagued his thoughts both awake and asleep. The other night he had a nightmare that he was playing the festival alone and all his guitar strings snapped on his first strum. To make matters worse, he was naked. Was it necessary for the faculty at HA to put this much pressure on kids? Then again, they were preparing them for the real world, right? No one was just going to walk up to him and hand him a record contract. Lucky wasn’t an idiot. He knew that it was going to be hard work -- especially because he didn’t have any connections. There was Dorian and his family, but his mother’s sister didn’t even know he was in LA.

"I don't have a partner, either,"

Interesting.

Lucky perked up slightly at the mention that she didn’t have a partner. Surely, she wasn’t asking him. And what would he say? Take a chance on another West. Yes, she was definitely the better of the two, but isn’t there a saying like...fool me once, shame on you...it was something like that. She had moved on quickly. Another tell that pairing up was not an option. It was fine. He’d figure it out somehow. If he had to perform solo, then he was just going to have to make it his best performance to date.

He wasn’t a fan of performances either. But they were necessary. He brought his hand to his face to cover up the slight smirk that formed as Ash told him about her first solo performance. Nerves were a bitch. He could understand that. For him, the build up and the first moment of his performance were what killed him, but once he got into his groove, it was like the world disappeared.

"Oh my god, we should ummm..." her words, again, were lost somewhere in the muddled depths of her brain, "we should, we could uhh... together.”

Lucky’s eyes moved back to hers. Did she just ask what he thought she asked?

“Me and you, for the festival. If you, like, wanted to, of course."

Relief set in. It wasn’t that she wasn’t hot...it was just that he needed a partner for the Arts Festival much more than anything else. He smiled. For someone who seemed to have it all, she had very little confidence in herself. It was weird. “Me and you, huh?” He repeated her question.

“Yeah.” He said simply as he leaned against the counter. “We should partner up.”

"I've been working on a, umm, a song -- oh, and then you wouldn't have to lie and say I'm tutoring you and you're tutoring me or whatever as an excuse to try and hangout with me."

His smile turned into a smirk as he rolled his eyes. “Riiiiiiiiiight.” He grabbed the bottle and poured them another round. “Cause I invited myself to be part of Spidey Squad. And I came up with the tutoring lie.” He said, shaking his head in playful disapproval. He picked up his shot glass and held it up. “To making the Arts Festival our bitch.” He said as he downed the shot quickly and set the glass down. “Besides, if I wanted to hang out with you, I wouldn’t need an excuse.” He stated confidently.

MOOD: loosening up | OUTFIT: outfit | LOCATION: gen's mansion
MENTIONS: jos INTERACTIONS: blair
TAGS: Winona

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[Winona]

Zephyr Evermore
"Cheer up! 'Cause nothing really matters."

@zeph.evermore has set their status to:
candy. just candy.

@zeph.evermore has interacted with:
Lin

@zeph.evermore has mentioned:
N/A

@zeph.evermore has tagged:
ohdittoh ​

Pokemon... yeah, no. Zeph hadn't even been one hundred percent sure of what the character's last name was until he started looking up pictures from the show to piece together his shoddy costume. Who was Squirtle? Squirt gun... the uhh... had to be the blue turtle dude, right? The one that wore those sunglasses?

Look, maybe he'd asked his little sister for some help and she'd given him a crash course in Pokemonology. So he knew... some of them... kind of.

"Is Squirtle green?" Zeph asked and while he tried to piece together in his thoughts who the fuck Squirtle really was, but decided that it wasn't worth it. Pokemon were weird and they all looked the same.

"Green's my favorite color, so that makes sense," although he wasn't sure what green vibes entirely were. Except, what had he said? He was cool like grass? Was that a compliment even? Like "damn, bro, you're real grass." Not that Zeph had anything against grass, but it was a weird thing to compare someone to. Plus, Zeph was clearly a tree -- like the coolest kind of a tree, like a giant old pine tree.

Okay, wait, talking about his favorite color? Absolutely horrific conversation topic. Zeph started to panic -- just a little bit out of worry that he'd end up being too boring or too lame to keep Lin's attention for long. Hell, Zeph cold barely keep his attention for long. As in like there had definitely been times where even Zeph's conversational topics had almost put him to sleep.

Luckily (and yeah, he was really thanking the universe right now for sticking boring ol' Zeph with someone cool like Lin), the other boy didn't seem to have the same issues when it came to coming up with stuff to talk about. Or to do.

As Zeph let the conversation die and reached to grab the bag of jellybeans (easily his favorite candy), he was relieved to see that Lin seemed to exist with a type of energy that would put the Energizer Bunny to shame. The type of energy where the bouncing-off-the-walls boy could come up with something to keep them occupied without even thinking.

In a way, Zeph was jealous. Imagine being able to just jump into conversation and pull things from nothing -- he envied that. Instead, Zeph found himself carefully selecting his words and his actions in a desperate attempt to avoid hurting someone's feelings or coming across as boring or stuck-up or this or that.

Imagine just doing and not worrying.

He flashed a smile at Lin as he poured some jellybeans into his hand. He popped the whole handful into his mouth and, around the mouthful of jellybeans, he mumbled; "You're on."

He set the jellybeans back down on the table and pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening up the timer, and quickly pressed the button. "Get going -- timer's started."

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[Winona]

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Jace West

"Who am I to tell me who I am?"

When you told someone that was torturing you the information that they so desperately craved, they weren't supposed to still INJURE YOU. Was this not common torture method etiquette?

All thoughts of that, of course, faltered out of his thoughts when the pen went into his eye, causing an entirely manly cry of "OW" to leave Jace's lips.

"I-I don't know," he stuttered out to answer her question. "H-he just... left and I uhh... yeah... he said uhh, he said nothing."

Ow, ow, ow. Jace did as JJ instructed and started rapidly blinking his watering eye to try and make the pain subside. Even after several blinks, however, his sensitive eye could still feel the faint imprint of her... makeup... pencil... thingy entering his eyeball. What if she'd dented his eyeball? What if she scratched the cornea? Wasn't that something that could happen?

What if it was infected and he was going to lose his entire eye?

He started to reach up to wipe at his eye but thought better of it and let his hand fall back to his side. Jace resumed his slouched position, a frown and rather bitter expression on his face as he stopped resisting and allowed the tiny (but absolutely terrifying) brunette to continue with his other eye. This time, Jace was less fidgety.

"Pornstar?" Jace echoed as he clasped his hands together. Where was he supposed to look while she did this? His eyes darted from JJ to looking over her head, to looking down, to looking to the side, before finally settling on the ceiling. Once his gaze had met its final resting place, he was able to answer her question. "Oh, Holden?"

Right. The boy that apparently thought Jace was cute way back when they were little and JJ was still doing the pageant thing with Ash and Maddie. Those had been the days -- a simpler time of life. It was strange to think... back then, the entire ordeal had felt like absolute torture but in a way, he was thankful for those meaningless hours wasted at various pageants. Because it had gained him his best friend, Dorian, and it had gained him people like JJ and Maddie.

Not friends, per say, but people that were still always there for him. In a way. Like, if Jace had just been a random blonde stranger without that history with JJ, there was no way she'd be doing his makeup right now or trying to talk with him. It was nice in a way -- and talking with JJ even now made him nostalgic of those old days.

"Nah, I doubt he remembers me." Jace explained with a slight shrug of his shoulders before he remembered that he was supposed to stay still, so he froze once more and uttered a "Sorry."

"So what's going on with you and Dori?"

What? Jace was interested. Well, not really, but he didn't know what else to talk about. Small talk? Not at all Jace's specialty -- and maybe he was a little curious about what JJ's opinion on their whole... whatever it was... happened to be.

| mood: SOS parties JJ is scary | mentions: Dorian, Minnie| interactions: JJ | tags: Soap |

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[ohdittoh]

TREVOR CALLAGHAN

@trev_or_nah has set his status to:
Oh, things are just going swimmingly. Just great. Grand. Amazing. Astoundingly perfect. Could not be better. Hey, you don't happen to have a knife on you or anything, do you? Oh, you don't? Well, there's one right over there. Would you be so kind as to pick it up? Yeah, like that. And now, you see this, right here? Yeah, right on my heart, yeah. Would you mind just...ferociously stabbing that right-- wait, no, no, don't go! Hey, help a guy out!

@trev_or_nah has set his outfit to:
The things I do for my roommates...They'd better be glad that I'm not a serial killer, as everyone seems to assert, or they'd be out o' luck.

@trev_or_nah has set his location to:
The Johannes mansion. Alone, obviously, because I don't have anyone to go with and my roommates don't count. Where else? Since when have I ever missed a place that I could smoke and get some?
I know I have a girlfriend. Listen, I gotta keep my act up, if nothing else. I've got a reputation to uphold, even if I can't uphold it in anything beyond my location. Shut up.

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Trevor chats with Amy, then leaves her to go smoke in his van. He ends up not finding any weed, spilling what he had in his cup into his floorboard, and heading inside to look for Ash. He looks for her everywhere, gives up and ends up in the kitchen, and ends up accidentally finding her-- and Lucky. Naturally, that conversation starts off wonderfully.

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Trevor really didn’t deserve Amy as a friend. She was so kind and supportive and so unlike himself, and it was insane that they were friends the way that they were. He was reminded of just how great she was every time that he spoke with her, and he was reminded even now.

Trevor refilled his cup with a soft sigh and a smile. “Hff, thanks, Amy— I’m jus’ hopin' I can get it done by tha end’a nex’ week so I can enjoy tha lock-in an’ start filmin' before it gets too late ta even get my clothing in line…” He shook his head slightly, downing some of his newly-poured drink, and he chuckled softly. “Yer faith in me might just help ta boost my production— I’ll need every little boost I can get.”

Trevor hated procrastinating. For one, it had always gotten him into deep shite with his grandmother. If he waited more than five minutes to do something that she asked him to, she would flip, so he’d been conditioned to dislike putting things off. More concerning to Trevor, though, was the fact that, when he procrastinated, he ended up doing what he was doing right now: stressing out about it constantly until he got it done. He was getting a headache just thinking about it— and, now he realized, the stress would only increase after he finished the writing of it, because there was still so much to be done after that. How was he going to get the sets, the clothing, and the cameras all ready, film the whole thing and have it be satisfactory, and have it edited with balanced volumes and music by the Arts Fest at this rate? He’d figured a few weeks ago that he would have to accept some help from others to get this all done, but now? He was going to need half of the damn school to help him out, and he feckin' hated working with others. It wasn’t that he was necessarily difficult to…fine, he was difficult to work with, but the others were mostly the problem. Everyone thought that they knew more about his artistic vision than he did, and he could never tolerate that. It always made him want to rip his own hair out.

Thankfully, his roommates had offered to help with what they could, so music was mostly covered. Of course, he couldn’t expect them to do all of the work on that. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them to be capable— they were far more qualified in that aspect than he was— but he couldn’t fully give it over to them. He was trying to get into music-writing, anyway, so he figured that this would be a good experience, and they had their own things to get to, so, even though he knew that they would do everything regarding the music, he wasn’t going to let them use all of their time on his project while their own suffered.

He rubbed his neck, taking another drink from his cup before grinning at his roommate reassuringly. “You, though? Oh, I know for certain yer gonna nail whatever yer doin’— if ya don’t make tha tour, then tha judges must be deaf and legally blind, Amy. I’m excited ta listen ta what yer workin’ on— I know it’s gonna be amazin'."

It was going to be an EP by the one and only Amy Jones, so of course it was going to be. Though he was far from a musical genius (or anyone who understood music in any capacity beyond “it sounds good and I kind of like it sometimes”), Trevor had a deep appreciation for the art form. It kind of came with being a student at an arts school, but it was honestly much deeper than that. Seeing how hard Amy and Charlie worked to make every aspect of their music perfect made him reconsider his own passion for his art. Ofttimes, they and Josie put him to shame. Sure, Trevor didn’t do much besides write, smoke, sleep, eat, and be miserable alone in his room (and, no, you did not hear this from him— move along), but his friends took their drive to a whole new level. He was rooting for Amy and Charlie to make the tour. They were more than worthy of going on it, for one, and, for two, they were the best people to represent the school, anyway. Even if they didn’t go on the tour, Trevor would demand living room concerts (and a dance performance from Jo), and, naturally, he’d be on the front row— er, rather, the left cushion of the loveseat— with his homemade t-shirt with the crudely-scrawled “AMY JO CHARLIE NUMBER ONE(S)” on the front of it that he’d outgrown two years ago (but couldn’t bring himself to throw out) straining to stay on him without ripping. (How’d he get that shirt? Listen, it was a long story from freshman year. Nobody wants to hear that. If you think you do, you don’t. Or maybe you do, but if you do, you only want to to embarrass him, so he won’t tell you. Ha. Take that.)

Trevor smiled at her as she hugged him with her free arm, switching his cup to his right hand and hugging her back, though it was a bit more difficult for he and his freakishly tall self. “No, yer tha bes’, and I’m jus’ tryna live up ta that,” he chuckled softly, dropping his arm. “But feck, I know. Tha fact that she’s insistin’ on drivin’ us home in my van…” He rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink. “She acts like I’m not high all’a tha time, anyway,” he chuckled. I’m not now, but feck, I need ta be. Speaking of, he wanted to go find something to smoke before he made his way over to Ash. “Ya can just ride with Charlie an’ I. I doubt that I’ll find a girl that I’ll need ta drive home tanight, anyway— th…”

Tha one I’m datin’ lives here, so it’d be a short trip, huh?

He cleared his throat, laughing slightly at his own joke that he’d cut himself short of saying.

He supposed that it wouldn’t’ve been the end of the world to tell Amy that he was dating someone. After all, apparently Ash had told Eli, even though it was her idea for the two of them to keep them a secret, so it might as well just not be a secret at all, right? See, the definition of a secret was, and he quoted, “not known or seen or not meant to be known or seen by others”, and that had already been soiled. (He did not know that definition because he had looked it up when he’d begun his self-loathing session upon growing sober again after the fair. Absolutely not.)

Was she just keeping them a secret because she wanted to continue living like she was single? And if that was what it was, then why in the hell had she suggested that they start dating in the feckin' first place?

He needed to stop thinking about it. He was getting a headache and growing more agitated by the second, and he didn’t feckin’ need that tonight.

Besides, considering Ash, he needed to go to her pretty soon. He’d promised to find her first thing, but he’d figured that a couple of minutes of speaking with his wouldn’t hurt— even if those couple of minutes turned into a little bit more over a couple of minutes.

He drained the rest of his cup and refilled it once more, grinning at Amy. “Hey, I think I’m goin’ ta go find somethin' blazin’ really quick,” he said, putting two fingers to his head and flicking them off in a salute. “I’ll catch ya around, Ames. Remember ta have fun, be careful, all’a that jazz. Don’t drink yerself ’til ya pass out, don’t puke until ya get to tha toilet, call me if ya need me ta hold back yer hair, blah blah blah, all tha cliche warnin’s,” he laughed slightly. “If ya leave early, lemme know, ‘kay?” He drank some of his drink, then topped it off again with something from one of the bottles on the table. “Catch ya around,” he said again, and he nodded and walked away from the table.

He made a beeline for the door. Listen, he wasn’t going to just take some rando’s weed that had God knew what kind of germs all over it and random shite stuffed within it. He knew what he had in vehicle was the good shite and would get him to where he wanted to be, and he trusted in that. Patting all about himself to find his keys before remembering that he had pockets and searching through all four to find the keys and finally finding them in one of his back pockets, Trevor grimaced once again at the sight of his beautiful Rachel painted up as the Mystery Machine. It was impressive, certainly, but it hurt. He felt like a father who had just caught his daughter playing tongue hockey with the plumber who he thought that he could trust with his life.

He needed to write that down. That was an interesting concept for some kind of plot in a television show or something.

He unlocked his vehicle and tossed himself into the row of seats behind the driver’s seat, sat his cup in the floorboard beside him, then leaned forward to open up his console and grabbed for his—

What?!

“Feckin’…,” he hissed beneath his breath, shuffling his hand all around his console and only serving to knock a few of his CDs around. “Where tha…?”

Where was his emergency weed? What the—

Oh, fuck!

With an angry sigh, he threw himself back into the seat behind him, not even shutting the console. He gripped his forehead, clenching his jaw as his head throbbed.

He’d feckin’ forgot to replace what he’d smoked last Friday, and, though he’d been lucky enough not to have to take any smoking breaks in his vehicle this week (he’d taken those breaks in the PE locker room, because he had a good stash in his locker in there, too), that also meant that he hadn’t been reminded to replace it— which meant that he had nothing to smoke.

“Fuck!” he yelled, slamming his head against the headrest of the front seat and hissing a “gah!” and holding his head at the pain it caused.

He threw his back against the back of his seat, brows knit and head aching in irritation. He was such a feckin’…he’d forgotten his weed. What a bad stoner he was tonight. Shaggy put him to shame.

He sighed, rubbing his temples and trying to remind himself to take deep breaths. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Sure, he was without weed, but he had the liquor—

…oh, feck.

Nearly afraid to look, Trevor let his eyes trail down slowly to the floorboard.

There lay his red cup, turned to its side, all of its contents spilled and pooled in the deep crevices of his rubber floor mats.

Wordlessly, he closed his eyes, opened his door, stepped out, felt for his car door for a solid twenty seconds before finding it, shut it calmly, and walked away.

Out of sight, out of mind. That never happened, and Trevor was fine.

He ran into something hard, and a pain shot through his forehead. He stepped back with another “gah!”, holding his forehead and opening his eyes.

He’d just run into the door.

He sighed and opened it up, rubbing his forehead and pretending as if nothing that had happened since he’d departed from the inside had happened at all.

He made his way back to the drink table, though the back side of it where he was blocked by people so that Amy wouldn’t see him (it was always weird to go saying goodbye just to say hello again), and filled up a cup with mostly liquor, topping it off with some soda. It burned when he swallowed, and he nodded at his concoction approvingly before heading off to (finally) find his girlfriend.

Now, if he were a small, hot blonde girl trying to enjoy a drink alone, where would he stand? The bathroom was for sniff sniff, and he didn’t think that she was that kind of girl, so that was almost surely out.

(Then again, Trevor really didn’t know too much about Ash. Hence the whole middle name thing— but that was unimportant.)

He squeezed past a group of people standing at the base of the stairs, causing one of them to spill their drink and walking away before they could identify him as the person who made them spill it. Listen, he wasn’t even to the point of being buzzed yet (not that being drunk made him any less emotionally volatile— just slightly less tense), so he could care less about the other person’s turmoil. Honestly, he could care less any other time, too, but he cared even less than less currently. He swallowed a large gulp of what was in his cup, his eyes scanning the crowd below as he scaled the staircase.

Oh, hell, how was he supposed to tell who was who by the tops and sides of heads? Every hot, blonde girl looked just about the same from a distance, yeah? Feck, what was she dressed as again? Spider-someone…or maybe Gwyneth Paltrow? Oh, Spider Gwen? Something like that? He didn’t know; he was never a superhero fan.

She should have been in the main room, though, right? So he was on the right track. After all, it was…

The most crowded room of the house, it seemed…

Oh, feck, he was never going to find her. He was just going to spend all night looking for her, and he’d end up having to go pee and seeing her making out with some guy on the—

No, she wouldn’t do that. They were dating.

He threw back more of his drink to stop thinking and nearly drained the cup dry. Damn it, he already needed a refill.

Tonight was going to be a long one, wasn’t it? It being Halloween wasn’t enough; now he couldn’t find his girlfriend who he’d promised to find as soon as he got there.

The universe was taking back the luck it had given him in getting his girlfriend— er, getting with his girlfriend, or however you were supposed to say it without it sounding weird and objectifying, because that wasn’t the way that he was.

He dropped his eyes after lowering his cup, stopping at the top of the stairs. There were plenty of hot girls, and plenty of hot blondes at that. He could immediately mark several of the moving figures off of the list: those wearing little more than lingerie (not because he was noting their chest sizes or anything— just because Ash wouldn’t wear those things…even if—); the ones whose costumes were particularly short; and the large number of everyone with wings, because as little as Trevor knew about superheroes, he knew for certain that Spiderman— or woman or girl or whatever— didn’t have wings because spiders didn’t have wings.

The thing was that took most of the people off of the list, and, upon trying to view the others, he noticed that none of them really favored Ash at all, so, with a sigh, Trevor moved on to the other rooms upstairs.

The hallway was crowded with bodies as well, though many of these were pairs of bodies who glared at him. No, no, go on and get your rocks off, he thought with an eye roll, immediately walking back out and down the stairs.

If Ash was there, he didn’t want to know.

With a sigh, he descended the stairs adjacent to the ones that he’s just ascended, his cup now fully drained. When he reached the bottom, he made his way back to the table, refilling once more with straight liquor. He could handle it; he was an Irishman.

Where else was there? Okay, wait, dumb question— it was a huge feckin’ mansion— but where would she logically be?

He rubbed his temple, feeling a headache coming on. Damn it, he couldn’t think.

Absently, he walked through a doorway to the side of the main room, holding his head and drinking from his cup as he pushed through the people in the room.

The tiles and the counters said that this was the kitchen, but it might as well have been another main room. The place was feckin’ huge. Trevor’d grown up in places like this— with rooms larger than entire houses— but being away from them for years made him and going into places like them again reminded him of just how big the rooms were.

He leaned against the counter near the front of the kitchen. He noticed a line of bottles on the counter, but he couldn’t see where it ended; a large body blocked the view. Swallowing his alcohol and making a soft noise at the burn, he moved further into the kitchen, trying to catch a glimpse at the array of drinks that he could pick from—

And his luck picked up again, because there was his favorite— good old whiskey.

As he walked to go and grab it, he bumped into someone, and he glanced over his shoulder to check who it was.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted, a grin spreading across his lips as soon as he saw who it was, turning his body to face the person.

His luck had really picked up.

He leaned against the wall. “So I finally found ya, Ash,” he said, eyeing his girlfriend, his grin broadening. She was wearing a sweatshirt, after she’d promised to win the costume contest, but hey, he could still admire the lower half, huh? “What’s the craic, darli…”

His eyes trailed from her to a figure beside her.

Immediately, he felt a pain shoot through his temple. His smile fell, and a glare took its place.

It was the last person that he wanted to see— the feckin’ biggest prick, right alongside Chas and Adriane, Mr. Lucky DuBois himself.

“Oh, hello,” he greeted stiffly. “I didn’t see you here.” Why was he here? Why was he standing so damn close to his girlfriend?

He clenched his jaw, forcing a chuckle. “I hope I wasn’t interruptin’ an important tutorin’ session, Lucky. I know how much you need them. All of those nice, slow lessons or whatever the feck ya like ta call ‘em— las’ thin’ I wanna do is impose.”

He looked at Ash, smiling tensely. “I didn’t mean ta be late. I know I said I’d be here ASAP, but I got a bit…er, caught up.” He might have spent a bit longer oggling the blonde girls in the main room than he’d let on, but that wasn’t everything that he’d done, so he found no reason to let onto it. “You seem a bit caught up, too— is this a bad time?” he asked.

Oh, it’s a feckin’ bad time for me, I know that much.

His passive-aggressiveness was coming through heavily. He needed to tone it down a bit.

He didn’t want to get in a Twitter fight without the Twitter.

“Nice legs, though— wish I could see tha rest’a tha costume. Ya won’t win wit’ that attitude, darlin’,” he said, trying to lighten the mood up again. He gave as big of a spin as he could in the tight space, his blonde wig falling into his eyes. “See, now this is a winnin' one.” He brushed his hair out of his eyes. “Dedication, ya know. Shaggy’s never looked so good, right?”

The tense way that his words were delivered made his words fall flat, and Trevor took a large drink from his cup and picked up the bottle of whiskey.

Was he really going to drink straight whiskey from a Solo cup? …Yeah.

“Have I missed anythin’? I seem ta be…late to this little…miniparty between friends, huh?” His tone was a bit more accusatory than he’d intended, but he didn’t catch it. Instead, his eyes were focused on Lucky, a forced, tense grin on his face, his body tense, and a pounding headache coming on in his head.

He already hated this.

More than hated this— he already wanted to jump off of a feckin’ cliff.

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[Winona]

Ava Sanders
"Life is for keeping score."

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As Nosebleed continued to speak, Ava moved to lean back against the wall beside him. Her arms crossed over her chest and she followed his gaze to look at the decorations -- although her opinion on the decorations were much different from Saint's. Ava found them fucking amazing. As in, Gen had done an amazing job of putting the house together in such a way that made it look spooky and cool and honestly, Ava was just in absolute heaven.

Yeah, her heaven definitely involved creepy decorations.

The cult...?

Oh yeah, that dumb thing on Twitter. Saint had been the only one to suggest a decent job that Ava would actually partake in -- well, not actually. She'd never, well, be a legitimate blood-letter. Seemed kind of illegal and Ava, despite how she might have outwardly appeared, was someone that stayed within the lines and allowed laws and rules to dictate her life. She'd never been in trouble or sent to the principal's office once throughout her life, a surprising fact given her general behavior on Twitter.

But hey, Ava was kind of an all bark, no bite type of person.

"You know a lot about cults," she started, narrowing her eyes as she turned her head to look at Nosebleed for a moment. "But yeah, I remember that. Blood-letting would be the only worthwhile career in a cult, you know?" Although, in all honesty, Ava didn't know what types of jobs were actually available in cults.

It wasn't like she obsessively Googled and researched cults. Cults were dumb and boring.

She spent her time researching serial killers and--

You know, don't worry about it.

"So by that definition of cult-life," she remarked as her gaze turned to look back at the teenagers dancing to the godawful music in their godawful costumes. "High school is basically a cult -- or, at least, this high school feels cult-ish. Almost everyone is roped into believing or doing whatever Gen or Evie say, right? And if the fake cult was anything to use as an example or to prove a point, it was that everyone tried to provide that sense of security and unity by assigning 'jobs' and requiring the usage of similar profile pictures -- unity, yeah? And security because when there was an outside threat, everyone in the 'cult' would attack."

Granted, Ava didn't remember much from that day. She'd been too busy speaking about bloodletting, but she was pretty sure that she was making sense. It made sense to her, anyway.

"It's basically the same atmosphere for Gen's... whatever she calls it. Her bitches or whatever. They blindly attack outside hostility without questioning if the threat is really a threat and refuse to generally accept if they're in the wrong."

Now, look, Ava did respect Gen, but her little friends loved to pick at Jules. And when they picked at Jules, well, Ava noticed. It was dumb -- just attacking her without much outside thought to if it was uncalled for. No one could stand up for themselves alone -- the entire group would attack like a pack of wolves.

But hey, it was just a small observation.

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[Winona]

Ashton West
"I heard that you've been having some trouble finding your place in the world."

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Ash rolled her eyes at Lucky's words. "Please," she said, "I only invited you to Spidey Squad because obviously we needed more people and you're from NYC. I was being nice." She smirked at him and picked up the shot glass, now filled with even more vodka that Ash really didn't need.

But was that going to stop her from drinking more?

Absolutely not.

Ash would probably end up drinking until she couldn't see straight or stand up without help, and she knew that she was already approaching that point. How many shots had she done with Gen and Eli before the party had started? And then that shot before she found Lucky, and now however many shots they'd taken now...

But hey, it was Ashton West and if there was one thing Ashton West was good at, it was holding her alcohol.

As she was going to throw back the shot, however, someone bumped into her shoulder and caused her to spill the vodka all over the floor. Fuck. Her gaze remained glued to the spilled alcohol, sending it a silent, sad sorry for the waste of your short life type of thought before the person who had bumped into her spoke, and she was greeted by a familiar voice.

"Hey," she said, a grin spreading across her face as she set the shot glass down and turned so that she was facing the counter and could see Trevor better. However, thanks to the amount of alcohol that she'd already consumed, she remained leaning against the counter to help uhh... steady herself. Not that she was drunk or anything. Nope. No way.

Ash shook her head, waving a hand dismissively in the air when Trevor started talking about being late. "Not a bad time -- great time, and don't worry about it," she replied, her hand falling back to the counter. "I was actually looking for you, too, but I ran into Lucky and he was, like, all alone and looked all like..." her words faltered and instead of finishing the sentence, she changed the topic.

Now, normally, Ash probably would've noticed the obvious tension and the part of Trevor's words that were.... kind of passive aggressive but in her current state of being perhaps a little overly inebriated, it went right over her head. And, well, she found herself focusing probably too much on Trevor. Lucky? Forgotten. Woops.

She let out a small snort of laughter, a hand coming up to cover her face as she shook her head. "No, no, Trevor, but..." her words cutoff as she tried to hide the laugh behind her hand. Her gaze trailed up and down Trevor, the smile behind her hand only widening as she took in all of his ridiculous costume. "You look..."

Horrible, was what she wanted to say, but she didn't want to offend him.

So instead, Ash just laughed.

"Please," she said and shook her head again, her hand falling away from her face back to the counter again. "Never go blonde. You like... you just don't pull it off at all. I think this outfit might actually be worse than the Jolly Green Giant suit." You know, the suit he wore to the Homecoming game when he hit Luca's car.

Yep, and somehow, Ash was dating this.

"But," she pushed away from the counter, but kept one hand against it for support while she used her other hand to gesture at her outfit. "Trust me. You think Lucky looks good and Spiderman-y in his costume? Wait until I take off this hoodie for, like, judging or whatever -- I don't actually know how we're doing this -- and you'll be like... blown away. I look fucking amazing. Spidey Squad has this whole thing in the bag, like... sorry to say it, but your van was painted for no reason."

She stepped back and leaned against the counter.

Ah, now she could feel the tension.

Ash grabbed the bottle of vodka, pouring herself another shot before holding the bottle up and looking at Trevor once more. "I promised Lucky a drink, so... here we are." She smiled and went to set the bottle down but, instead, poured some more of the liquid into Lucky's shot glass with a smile.

She picked up the shot glass, trying to remember which shot this was, but...

Yeah, Ash had no idea.

She threw back the shot and set the glass back down.

"We were just, uhh... talking about the ummm..." she looked at Lucky as if trying to remember her words, her hand gesturing in the air as if that would somehow recharge her memory, and then she remembered. "Oh, the Arts Festival. Basically just that, right, Lucky?"

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[gh0stwriter]

Lucky DuBois

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL LIE
IT'S A PERFECT DENIAL
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL LIE TO BELIEVE IN

halloween

"imagination creates reality"

His smirk widened. “Nice, huh?” He said with a small chuckle. “I thought you and Eli could win this all on your own.” He referenced her earlier statement teasingly. Regardless of the reason, it worked out.

“So, this song…” He stopped and watched as Ash spilled the contents of her shot glass all over the floor between them. Party foul. He couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t her fault, but the look of utter despair on her face as the vodka fell to the floor was amusing to say the least.

“Oh, hey,”

Lucky eyed the guy responsible and his body tensed. His once relaxed and casual demeanor changed to fury. Trevor Fucking Callahan. One part of the Scooby Dope gang. Was there some universal law that meant he had to run into someone he couldn’t stand at every function? Couldn’t he just have a break? A moment where he could loosen up without the intense need to punch someone in the face.

“So I finally found ya, Ash,”

He stayed quiet and watched their interaction. For two people who didn’t have a great time on their date, the tension was pretty palpable. Lucky wasn’t stupid. He definitely knew how to read vibes and there were definitely vibes to be read. Between the Twitter interactions and this interaction, he was convinced more was going on.

He didn’t know Ash well, but she was one of the few people at HA that he was able to tolerate and get along with. He looked at Trev up and down. She could do better than this sanctimonious Irish fuckhound. But it wasn’t his place and it didn’t really didn’t matter to him.

“Oh, hello,” he greeted stiffly. “I didn’t see you here.”

Lucky stood up straight and forced a smile. He promised Ash. No more fights with Trevor. Ash had been nice. She had been welcoming. And despite her reasoning behind involving him in her life, they had become friends. And he kept his promises. Or at least did his best to.

“Hey.” He said plainly. Short and sweet. As long as he didn’t engage, he’d be able to keep himself under control

“I hope I wasn’t interruptin’ an important tutorin’ session, Lucky. I know how much you need them. All of those nice, slow lessons or whatever the feck ya like ta call ‘em— las’ thin’ I wanna do is impose.”

“Not interrupting at all.” He stated. “Tutoring is on Tuesdays.” He said mimicking the lie that Ash had told him to tell. Not antagonistic if it is the truth right? “And usually we study in the bedroom.” Okay. That was slightly engaging and an unnecessary piece of fake information, but if they did actually meet for tutoring, they’d probably do it in her room. A small smirk formed on his face as he addressed the other boy.

He sighed and rolled his eyes as they made small talk and acted as if they’ve never interacted with another human being before. It would be tragic if it wasn’t so annoying. Ash made up an excuse that would ensure Trevor’s toxic ego remained intact, but again, it wasn’t his business, but definitely felt like it was time to let them do...whatever it was that they had obviously planned to do.

He stifled a laugh as Trevor showboated his ridiculous costume. Yeah, buddy. A stoner in a t-shirt and jeans. If he wasn’t wearing a wig, would anyone even be able to tell he was wearing a costume? Nope. Not a chance.

"You look..."

Like a tool.

He crossed his arms and stared down at the ground as Ash ridiculed his costume. He hid his amusement as best as he could. He really didn’t want to cause any problems if he didn't have to. Ash didn’t deserve it and she was doing a better job dissing Trevor than he could ever dream of.

"Trust me. You think Lucky looks good and Spiderman-y in his costume? Wait until I take off this hoodie..."

Lucky swallowed hard and lifted his head as Ash mentioned Spidey Squad -- specifically how good he looked in the Spider-Man costume. Either she wanted to make Trevor jealous piss Trevor off or she really had some things to learn about the male ego...especially Trev’s. As she mentioned her costume, he couldn’t help but give her another glance.

His eyes lingered longer than they should have, but he never claimed to be a saint. Ash was hot. Not the kind of girl he usually hung around with, but still, hot nonetheless.

“Have I missed anythin’? I seem ta be…late to this little…miniparty between friends, huh?”

He rolled his eyes. The guy needed to get a grip. If he was trying to impress her, being an egomaniacal control freak really wasn’t gonna do that job. Unless that was what she was into.

"I promised Lucky a drink, so... here we are."

His attention moved to Ash. “Thanks.” He said as he grabbed the shot and watched as she downed hers quickly. The girl could put it away. He had been surprised by his own tolerance, but Ash West could hold her liquor better than any girl he’d met. Josie definitely couldn’t.

"Oh, the Arts Festival. Basically just that, right, Lucky?"

He nodded in response to Ash. The familiar tone -- or as familiar as it could be -- in Ash's voice that was asking him to corroborate her story. Not that she was lying. There were shots. Banter. More shots. More banter and more shots. Then Arts Festival.

“That about covers what you missed.” He said moving his attention to the other boy. “Other than me completely saving her ass and agreeing to be her partner in the Arts Festival.” He said sarcastically toward Ash, but knew it’d one thousand percent drive Trevor crazy.

MOOD: not engaging | OUTFIT: outfit | LOCATION: gen's mansion
MENTIONS: jos INTERACTIONS: blair
TAGS: Winona

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[hery]

MOOD: energy: used

OUTFIT: maid costume

LOCATION: suburbs

basics

MENTIONS:
n/a

INT:
mogy (Oates)
Soap (Liv)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Callum Richards

Callum grunted softly when Oates forced a distance between him and the lady at the door. He was more irritated with the mild display of disapproval for his aggression. He was taken aback by Oates' apparent disregard for the candy he claimed to be so invested in getting out of this tradition. Why'd he drag Callum all the way out to some rando's house dressed like he was just to give up on the whole point of the thing? If there was no candy, why bother? Why!?

He just didn't get it, but there wasn't much time to dwell on it before Oates shrunk away, losing the exuberant, lighthearted social confidence he was known for. He looked up at his mask-covered face with a puzzled expression, the wheels in his head turning behind his judging stare. After a few seconds, it dawned on him that he felt the ghost of a hand atop his pec—a suspiciously Oates' hand-shaped hand.

Did he just grab my boob?

Hmm. That was a specific place to push. Was it intentional? Callum couldn't say for sure. Either way, it didn't really matter. It was just a push and even if Oates did touch his pec, knowing him, he probably did the same playful thing to Rome, Liv, dogs... whatever. In a matter of moments, Callum moved on from the thought and went about his agitation. "Why so soon? Isn't this the whole point of trick-or-treating?" he protested, finally able to get behind this whole excursion if he got to ruthlessly defend Oates' honor every time, "We haven't even gotten your candy yet."

Callum looked back to the Karen denying them candy, almost forgetting she was there after he'd turned his attention to Oates. Callum had a way of doing that, moving on to the next topic because the old one was boring and not worth remembering. "What? The police? Are you high?" spoke the tall boy derisively, bearing the meanest, most mocking expression of outrage and confusion quite possibly known to man.

A swift movement to Callum's right shocked his senses, and when he slowly and lazily turned to see what was happening, both Liv and the candy bucket were gone. He put his thinking face back on, wondering if his tiredness was contributing to how slow the conclusion of his brief ponderings were. He turned his whole body around, looking on to the street to find Wonder Woman making off with a treasure, a little dog bounding right behind her. "What...?" he muttered, his voice drowned out by the dog's barking and the lady's begging for her dog to come back.

Realizing he was supposed to book it, Callum took off into a sprint, his maid outfit turning out to be weirdly decent on his legs for running. He held onto his neon green bag as he made his way up to Liv's side, picking up speed to catch up with his friends. He had a stern running face, which masked his immense exhaustion. If sweat hadn't been beating at his forehead, Callum would have looked completely peaceful on this run. Not that he particularly wanted to go on it, considering Oates never mentioned exercise in the agenda for the night.

The dark-haired boy was relieved that they finally got to stop running; he groaned and winced in pain after feeling his horribly rigid, unstretched legs post-exercise. He almost forgot he was supposed to get candy too until Liv poured some in his own bag, not minding much that the girl kept significantly more for herself.

He shook his head disapprovingly at the two teenagers in front of him, even if he also completely fed into the incident. "That was way too much," he griped, rubbing his face tiredly. A small smirk formed on his face when he thought about the sweet karmic justice they put that lady through. "That was pretty cool," he commented flatly, a shred of reluctance lingering in his voice over the rare bit of positivity he gave them.

And now that they had a truckload of candy, there was no need to keep up this dreadful activity... right? Liv seemed to agree, considering she was now completely engrossed in whatever she was tapping away at on her phone. "Don't tell me you recorded that thing back there," he joked, his spirits lifted now that Oates saw he could have some fun too, even if this sort of selfish justice was probably not at all up his alley. Callum was willing to bet the boy was all kinds of fucked up over how many trick-or-treaters would make off with one less piece of candy now that the lady's bucket was stolen. "Let me see, Liv. I'm curious." He peered over at her phone to get a look, instead only getting a glimpse of a text conversation.

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[geminiy]

Elias Johannes

@elithegreat has set their status to:
'I don't know anymore'

@elithegreat has set their outfit to:
how many of us are there?

@elithegreat has set their location to:
the johannes mansion

@elithegreat has mentioned:
romir

@elithegreat has interacted with:
jan

@elithegreat has tagged:
sunshineysoul

Since the Johanneses arrived in Los Angeles two years back, Elias had found comfort in the small piece of genuine nature in the foreign concrete jungle he called home. From the day they moved in, Eli felt himself drawn to the tall oak tree in the backyard, the long branches hanging over their back fence as they reached down towards the city. Climbing the trunk and the sprawling branches was difficult work, a task that had resulted in more than a handful of tumbles from the heights, but the reward of admiring the world from the top was worth every scrape and splinter.

The tree had become somewhat of a personal favourite spot for Eli. He had always loved the outdoors, favouring spending his spare time on hikes or adventures rather than inside watching movies. So much of his time was spent in the dance studio and, although he absolutely loved his career, he cherished the moments he spent out in the world. The tree was a sort of safe haven for the dancer, the only place that Elias truly felt alone with the world. Up in the embrace of the branches there were no due dates approaching, no assignments to be done, no routines to memorize, no worrying sisters, no angry friends. Just Elias, the tree, and the twinkling city lights dazzling on the horizon.

The choice of location was rather ironic for Elias considering that in all other circumstances, Elias was terrified of heights. It wasn’t just a mild case of acrophobia. In Elias’ case, it was the whole palm-sweating, body-shaking, vertigo-inducing nine yards. Eli couldn’t exactly understand why the tree wasn’t scary to him. After all, one wrong move on the far side of the tree would have sent him plummeting down the hill behind their house and into the lower neighbour’s backyard. Eventually, Eli had just decided that there wasn’t much of a point to ask questions, even if the result he was given made no logical sense. All that mattered was that he was comfortable and that he felt safe.

It should come as no surprise that when Eli’s chest began to feel tight and that familiar sinking dread in his stomach began to form that he escaped to this spot nestled high above the heads of the partygoers in the branches, the leaves shielding him from scrutinizing eyes. The rhythmic thumping of the music began to become slightly drowned out with the sound of rustling leaves and the autumn breeze that had grown colder with the setting sun, voices becoming muddled and unclear with the distance until every sound became symphonic background noise.

Once he had reached his favourite spot towards the top, Eli lowered himself down onto the branch, leaning back against the trunk as he stretched his legs out in front of him, his right calf and foot dangling lazily beside him off the wood. Carefully, Eli leaned his head back to turn his face towards the sky. The stars were out. How fortunate for everyone that the weather had decided to remain perfectly clear and perfectly cool on the night of Halloween. What a shame it would have been if the world had decided to dump rain on them or force the sifling L.A. heat that Elias still hadn’t grown used to into the atmosphere.

Orion’s Belt. The Big Dipper. The Little Dipper.

Jan.

Eli dropped his gaze from the stars, his mouth running dry. He had really fucked up this time. Elias wasn’t quite sure why he cared so much about Jan’s opinion of him. At the end of the day, the pair were practically strangers beyond the hours of texting and the lunch hangouts and the late night phone calls. Sure, they knew each other rather well for having only known each other for just over a month, but it still felt like there was so much more to discover. Eli knew he shouldn’t care so much, he knew that this thing he had with Jan, whatever it was, would hurt if he kept caring so much.

Perhaps that is why he blew up at her. Eli was certain that Rome hadn’t meant anything by his question as to who was better between him and Eli but Jan’s immediate and clear answer cut deep. Hadn’t she known Rome for the same amount of time as she had known Eli? Without so much as a moment’s contemplation, Jan had answered that Rome was better than Eli. The answer should not have come as a surprise to Eli, someone who had a long history of being the second choice to the girls he cared for. Jan wouldn’t be any different from the people before her.

Why had she said what she did? Did Rome treat her better? Did Eli treat her poorly? Did Eli overstep once again, falling too quickly for someone he barely knew?

With concrete certainty, Eli knew that there was no way Jan occupied Rome’s mind like she did his own. Rome didn’t feel the racing heart and the jumbled thoughts and the fidgeting fingers. Rome didn’t think about Jan while he danced, drawing inspiration from her movements and her smile and her laugh and her voice. Rome didn’t have a newfound appreciation for the stars, the intricate patterns that were once lost to him clearly found in the beautifully painted in the dark sky. Rome didn’t feel the pure rage towards the people who treated her poorly, wanting to plant his fist firmly into Gentry’s face.

Rome wasn’t Eli.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Elias cared too much, cared too deeply. Maybe he was the issue with his wandering eyes and subtle compliments and the cute nicknames and the careful touches. Maybe Eli inquired too far, accidentally breaking through a carefully built wall around Jan’s mind. Maybe, once again and even more simply, Elias simply wasn’t enough.

“You idiot.” Eli scoffed to himself, closing his eyes as he leaned back once again. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Moments passed, minutes of his life lost to the wind and the leaves.

Eli didn’t open his eyes until he heard a sniffling at the base of the tree.

Was that Jan?

Eli squinted his eyes, looking down through the branches in an attempt to confirm his suspicions. It was difficult to tell since his angle only offered the view of a head of brunette hair. It was the costume that gave it away, the red and yellow gloved hand raising to wipe her tear stained cheeks.

There was a moment of contemplation for Eli, his eyes not leaving Jan crying below. He could remain hidden from view and give her the privacy she wanted. She would never know he was there, his dark costume further camouflaging him into the canopy. But he knew better than anyone that he couldn’t do that. Eli couldn’t just leave her there crying, not while he was right there.

Carefully, Eli swung himself down off the branch to the level underneath him, quietly scaling the tree downwards until he was a short distance above Jan’s left shoulder. He paused for a moment, swinging his right leg over the branch so that he was back on to Jan beneath him. This was his last chance to back out.

“You know, the face contains 42 muscles. When you cry, 12 of those muscles are activated to form the signature look of sadness. That’s not including the different muscles in your throat that produces the sound.” He spoke softly, his volume just loud enough for Jan to hear.

Eli braced himself as he let his back fall towards Jan, his legs wrapped around the tree branch so that he was hanging beside her completely upside down with his face nearly parallel to Jan’s. The momentum caused him to swing back and forth slightly before he steadied himself with his legs which were wrapped around the tree branch. Hey, at least he was sticking to the whole Miles Morales role. Someone get this guy an Oscar.

“While I can understand the appeal of crying, I really do think that those muscles would be put to better use. You have a lovely smile and I adore that little hum you do when you’re concentrating on something. You’re beautiful all the time but crying doesn’t exactly take the cake for the best Jan expression.” Eli laughed, his hands tucked in the pockets of his hoodie. Carefully, Eli reached a hand out and brushed his thumb across Jan’s cheek. Removing his hand from her face to move it back to his pocket, Eli’s smile faltered as his face softened. “I’m sorry you’re feeling this way. Parties can be overwhelming and I certainly didn’t help. I overreacted earlier, I shouldn’t have been so angry with you. You don’t owe me anything, especially not an explanation for a stupid passing comment online. I really am sorry for freaking out at you.”

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[geminiy]

Kian Phelan

@lockandkian has set their status to:
hype hype hype

@lockandkian has set their outfit to:
"omg puppies and dancing and sunshine and rainbows!"

@lockandkian has set their location to:
the johannes mansion

@lockandkian has mentioned:
oates

@lockandkian has interacted with:
kelli, ronnie

@lockandkian has tagged:
ohdittoh hery

Kian hadn’t exactly been expecting Ronnie to hug him so quickly, leaving him frozen as he stood there with the girl wrapped around his waist for a moment. What was stranger hug etiquette? Should he hug her back? Should he awkwardly stand there? Kian laughed softly to himself as he wrapped an arm around Ronnie’s thin shoulders.

“You’re very welcome.” Kian said sweetly, trying not to sigh in relief when Ronnie let him go. Hugs from people he didn’t know made him feel a little awkward. “Just a little somethin’ to start off the evenin’. Let’s hit the road before it gets too late and the party starts without us.”

Holding the glass doors open for the girls, Kian gave a friendly wave and a thank you to the security guard in the main entrance who was busy looking through the bag of treats that Kian had given him. Reaching the car, Kian opened the passenger’s side doors and nodded for Kelli and Ronnie to jump in before carefully closing each door and getting into the driver’s seat.

“Here,” Kian spoke as he pulled a cord up from the centre console, “someone put on some good tunes while I figure out where this house is.”

Typing the address into Google Maps, Kian began to trace the route with his finger, taking note of anything he found remotely familiar in the back of his mind. He had spent a decent amount of time driving around this side of Los Angeles in an attempt to get his bearings of the place. The sprawling city with dead end streets around every turn and complicated, twisting roads that seemed to take him around and around in circles made Kian miss the simplicity of Healsburg and the comfort of knowing his location like the back of his hand.

Route in mind, Kian pulled out of the guest parking lot, tapping his Hollywood Arts parking pass on the meter at the bottom of the driveway. Pulling out into the street, Kian reached over and cranked the music that was pumping through his car speakers, rolling down the windows so that wind was whipping through the car with the sound of the music. He took no refrain in drumming on the steering wheel and singing the lyrics to whatever song was playing proudly, pausing for dance breaks at red lights. Had he missed multiple turns because he was distracted? Absolutely. Did they still arrive at the mansion faster than Kian had expected? Also yes.

Pulling up in front of the house, Kian paused as he leaned forwards with his hands braced on the steering wheel. The house was huge, carefully designed and beautifully constructed. Kian couldn’t help but wonder how expensive a house of that size and style cost. No doubt these Johaneses were wealthy, they had to be to afford a place that Kian considered a modern palace. It was a nice change of scenery from the dumpster fire that was his apartment. Turning the car off, Kian hopped out of the car and jogged around to the other side of the car, opening the car doors for Ronnie and Kelli with a playful bow.

“We have arrived, my dears.” Kian laughed as he closed the car doors behind the girls. Making his way past the people on the front lawn, Kian opened the front door and stepped inside, holding the door open until Kelli and Ronnie were also inside before closing it carefully behind them. “Wow… This place is… Wow.”

Taking a few steps inside, Kian’s eyes scanned the house. He felt out of place. The house itself was fancy enough but, upon looking at the other people at the party, Kian suddenly felt highly inadequate. To start with, everyone was gorgeous to a bizarre degree. Even the people in the stupid costumes looked fresh out of a magazine, clearly taking pride in their appearances far beyond what Kian did. There he was, standing in Kelli’s clothes amongst the gods and goddesses of Hollywood Arts. Truly a wonderful first impression.

“Come on, let’s grab a drink or somethin’.” Kian offered, walking with Kelli and Ronnie to what he assumed was the kitchen. A long table filled with various beverages, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, sat against the back wall. Walking over to grab three Solo cups, Kian passed one to each of the girls, holding a finger up in pause to Kelli. “Now, I’m not gonna get all dad on you guys and say you can’t drink. Just make sure to take it easy and make sure to drink some water in between and make sure to eat too. If you puke in my car, you’re cleaning it up.”

Pouring himself a cup of club soda, Kian took a long sip as he smiled with satisfaction.

“I’ll be hangin’ around here but feel free to run off and hang with your friends or whatever.” Kian spoke gently, lacing his strong fingers around the cup as he leaned casually against the wall behind him. Every time he moved, Kelli’s shirt rose up on his abdomen causing him to shift around to pull it back down, attempting not to breathe too much to keep the skirt from cutting off all circulation to his legs. “Come find me if you get bored or wanna go back to the dorms. I’ll have my phone on so you can text or call me if you need to. Meet me at the front doors at like midnight and I’ll drive you two home. Now go on, have fun. Or you can hang around here, I don’t mind either way.”

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