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Zeph Evermore


He couldn't quite remember the last time he'd felt... so... free.

The apprehension and guilt that had been overshadowing all of his actions previously had now died away. Instead of living in a consistent state of what if's, Zeph was able to relax and just live in the moment. He'd sprayed the silly string at Lin, who reacted good-naturedly and started spinning in a circle, which just covered him in more of the silly string. Zeph let up on the can and lowered his arm, a wide grin spread across his face.

In this moment, he wasn't an overbearing kid acting like an adult, he was just a kid being a kid.

“You’re going down for that, Lieutenant Evermore!” Lin spouted, and Zeph braced himself for the attack, but instead--

Lin's can was turned on Charlie.

He doused her in the silly string and then took off running around the classroom, silly string and paint flying around the room with Lin at the center like some kind of destructive tornado.

Zeph looked towards Charlie, meeting her gaze for a second, and he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of this moment, at the silly string tangled in her hair, at her reaction as she flipped the desk and dove behind it like it was war. He couldn't quite understand her point behind th--

“Take that!”

He turned to look over at Lin, right as a handful of paint came flying at his face. He tried to turn his head away, but the paint still splattered across his chin and his neck.

Zeph spat out, spitting blue onto the ground by his feet.

At least it was non-toxic.

"Zeph!" Charlie's voice called from beside him and he glanced over to see her behind a desk. He quickly dove down onto the ground, huddling with his broad shoulders hunched over to be completely concealed by the desk.

“We’ll never be able to take Linny out on our own. Well, I might, but you’re totally gonna get creamed. I propose a truce.” She was saying.

Hurtful.

But Zeph knew she was right.

"Deal," he said breathlessly.

Zeph watched for a brief moment as she started to stab holes into the bags of paint and he had to admit, he was impressed with her new little bombs. She gave him directions -- spray him with silly string -- and Zeph gave a nod of his head to let her know that he understood the plan, and then he dropped the can of silly string he'd already used on Lin to the ground by his feet and grabbed two fresh cans. He popped the tops off and started to shake them, waiting for Charlie's signal.

Charlie started counting down but before she hit three, she'd tossed herself over the desk and she was sliding her way across the ground. When she started chucking the paint balls at Lin, Zeph shifted so that he was resting on his knees and held out both of the cans of silly string and pressed the nozzles, shooting the messy string across the room at his best friend.

And then out of nowhere, Charlie flung herself over a shelf, screaming "FUCK THE TRUCE" and then bags of paint came flying in Zeph's direction.

This time, he was a little more prepared and he managed to duck, although uhh... well it was hard to duck behind a desk when you were an oversized sophomore, and one still hit him in the back. He felt the cold paint seeping into his shirt as he straightened back up, still armed with his cans of silly string.

Charlie had slid her way right between himself and Lin.

Zeph looked at Lin, locking eyes with his friend for a minute, a grin appearing on his face.

And then he aimed the cans of silly string at Charlie, pressing down and--

They sprayed for a few seconds before fizzling out, and Zeph's smile died along with the cans.

Well, it would seem that he'd wasted all of it on his war against Lin.

Scrambling, he dropped the cans of empty silly string and patted around on the ground for any others, but his fingers were met with nothing as he realized that he was totally unarmed.




mood
mood mood mood

location
location location location

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outfit outfit outfit





playing...
Lost Boys
by Ocean Park Standoff​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Lin, Charlie

tags
ohdittoh ohdittoh geminiy geminiy


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evelyn sinclaire



the fashionista ~ 18 ~ senior













There's something about a power duo that just seems to enhance every situation. Whether it's a couple who just holds insane amounts of status, a set of bad bitch best friends such as Gen and herself, or two people coming together to handle waste of space human beings who had made a big mistake.

When it came to putting pathetic idiots in their places, it was no surprise that Mike and Evie made a good pair for it. Both were already very capable of striking fear into people separately but together it was just that much more effective. Her eyes scanned Jace and Callum as they responded to the threats, very differently as expected.

One scrambling to pick up the pieces and come up with excuses and the other carelessly standing as if he had no worries in the world. Jace stuttered over and over, trying to convince them that Gen didn't need to know and that it was all some big misunderstanding or joke.

Was he dumb enough to think that they would actually buy that or was he just idiotically hopeful? Probably both. There was no way he really expected to come out of this unscathed. All actions have consequences though and him cheering on his disgustingly pale friend as he pushed Ash to tears was going to come back to bite him.

The next thing she knew, Mike was kicking his bag to the wall and agreeing with her earlier suggestion of giving them an audience with Gen. It hadn't taken much convincing but she knew it wouldn't since much like her, Mike seemed to be amused by dumb and dumber. So, the two stormed the hallways, each taking a side as they pushed open door after door in search of an executioner.

"Did we miss a party?"

Evie's eyes flickered over to the door that Mike had just barged into when she heard his words. Clearly, he'd found something and Evie wasn't about to pass up a good show. Gen could wait a little longer. As it often did, her curiosity got the better of her and she walked the short distance to see what Mike had stumbled on but she regretted it the instant she stepped past the threshold of the door. The moment her eyes landed on what he had found she wanted to rewind and just not see it.

Curiosity killed the cat, Evelyn.

That's what her mother had always told her and right about now she wished she had listened. It didn't take long though for her regret to turn into pure anger and hurt because WHAT THE FUCK. Two of the people she trusted the most in the world were sitting on a dirty classroom floor together...topless. After all of the weird flirting that she had asked about and that they both dismissed as "joking", she was standing here finding out that they were actually fucking. And like this!?

"Are you fucking kidding me?" the words spilled from her mouth, her eyes still glued to them for a second as if she was trying to make sure what she was seeing was real.

Update: it fucking was.

Normally Evie would've come unglued, spat out all kinds of questions and insults and whatever else came to her mind without a second thought but this? This was different. This was a betrayal that she didn't understand and one she didn't want to understand at that.

She didn't even give it a chance to sink in more or for them to try and explain themselves which would've surely been a fucking storytime for the ages. Instead, Evelyn turned on her heels and stormed out of the room, slamming the door without so much as another word to either of them.

Someone with no knowledge of Evie's bond with her brother or of her friendship with Gen might've assumed she was overreacting to the whole thing.

So what? Your best friend and brother like each other? No big deal. Right? WRONG. SO WRONG.

There were rules. Rules that she and Gen had practically set in place the day they became friends. Siblings are off-limits and off-limits means off-fucking-limits! That was pretty self-explanatory if you asked her. You didn't cross certain lines! It wasn't even a control thing, it was just the principle of it.

And you know, as much as Evie was both angry and disgusted by the fact that they were hooking up that wasn't even the part that really fucked with her. It was the fact that neither of them had the decency or even respect for her to just be honest. To fucking tell her. Would she have flipped out either way? Maybe but at least they wouldn't have been sneaking around behind her back for who knows how long.

As Evie made her way to anywhere fucking else she shoved a few freshmen she didn't recognize out of the way, ignoring the constant vibrating of her phone as the familiar ring tone sounded. It was Gen, go figure. Of course, they were already trying to "explain" things but what was there to even say. It was a little late for all the "oh, it's not like that" excuses now.

A few texts came after the calls stopped. First from her brother and then one from Gen, the latter was at least smart enough to say something outside of a simple "hi" to start. Were his remaining brain cells knocked out of his head against a desk with the quick fuck he'd had with her best friend or something?

Despite Gen's attempt to repair the situation or Landon's expressing his sorry in a very idiotic yet possibly sincere way, neither conversation went well. One ended with her blocking her whore of a brother and the other with telling her backstabbing best friend she wanted nothing to do with either of them.

It wasn't like when you say something out of anger and wanna take it back later either, she absolutely meant it. For all Evie cared they could ride (each other) into their fantasy sunset and have whatever bullshit happily ever after they clearly thought would come of this. Blood or not, best friend or not, Evie was DONE with them.

They made the choice to put each other before her and she really hoped they were fucking thrilled with that. Whores.

Making her way into one of the many bathrooms in the school, Evie promptly locked the door as if she was desperate to keep the outside world from coming in and seeing her. Keep them from seeing Evelyn Sinclaire look as if her entire world was shaking beneath her perfect heels because of two people who she had just caught in a BIG lie, who had managed to hurt her. They hurt her. She fucking hated that.

Of course, it wasn't long before Evelyn realized that she wasn't alone when she heard sniffling coming from one of the stalls. Without hesitation she pushed the door open, ready to yell at whatever stranger was in there to get the hell out. Only it wasn't a stranger. It was someone she knew well actually and she couldn't help but roll her eyes out of habit at the sight of said familiar face. Bloody hell.

Of all the bathrooms in Hollywood Arts, what are the odds that she and Nickie end up in the same one?

"What's wrong with you? Why are you in here alone crying on the floor? Do you not realize how filthy it is down there?"

Sure, she could've asked if Hunter had finally dumped her for Chas or if her cousin had disowned her for being such a big-mouthed pain in the ass, really toss out any quick insult to make herself feel slightly better. Directing her anger at someone else wasn’t gonna help though, not in this situation and she knew that. Besides they were both alone in this stupid school restroom. Did that make her life as tragic as Nickie fucking Abrams? Ugh.

"Jesus. Get the hell up and wipe your eyes, Nick."











































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Mikaela Ainsley



This was the best she felt in days, and lock in hadn't even started yet. If only she could always drink. How wonderful life would be. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and Mikaela pulled it but the combination of tight pocket and drunk hands meant the device came flying out and skidding across the floor away from her and the door.

Ooopsie daisy. Bad phone. Bad fingers. Mikaela stumbled - no walked, ahem she was walking perfectly steadily thank you very much. Anyway, she walked away from the door and towards the phone, the screen alight with activity.

She scooped the device off the floor and unlocked it the screen slightly scratched up from its little collision with the ground.

Oooh twitter was buzzing. Just buzzy buzzy buzz like a busy little bee. She grinned as she tapped away at the phone screen, keying in one barely understandable line after another.

Hey, she was doing splendidly considering that the keys were dancing and not really staying put when she tried to hit them. Well autocorrect was doing most of the work for her, fixing her less egregious typos.

That's right folks. Jojojosie had a hot baby mama and together with Javi boy they were gonna have the hottest little baby in town folks. Charlin was the cutest couple at HA and Jojo was getting a new liver from uh well somewhere. And Angel was now Joseph. Like Josephine. Oooh matchy matchy. New couple alert. Josie and Josie.

A peal of laughter tore from her as she continued to read and reply. What was she laughing at? Well, everything. She couldn't pick if she tried because it was all just so gut splittingly funny. Especially baby Angel trying to be all macho bad boy and hit on Jojo. And oooh now Nellie was on, and she was being a silly little worrywart again, silly little Nellie.

Of course she was fine. Little old Mikky was just juicy - gucci. She was capital G, Gucci folks. Never felt better in her life. Up on cloud nine, and no nothing could drag her back down. No Sirree.

Nellie asked her if she was drunk and she knew where this was headed. Anytime there was a good party Nellie always broke it up. Booooooo. Party pooper. Well not this time. No party pooper for Sir Mik-a-lot and her partner in crime Mag…mag…boo she couldn't think of a - MAG DONALD.

That's right. Sir Mik-a-lot and Mag Donald were gonna have fun tonight. No big bad Nellie was gonna stop them. Also Angel refusing to sleep with a hot girl like Jojo? Awww he was shy and apparently cussy.

The thought made her burst into another bought of laughter. Cussy Angel? Tsk tsk. Somebody's been a bad bad boy and uh oh Nellie just went full caps lock on her. Calm down? She was calm, and she was having fun, Nellie was the one who needed to calm down. She was using the capitals not her, and she was always just so uptight. Strung up like a doll that was walking on a tightrope. Did that even make sense? Ok wait no, more important things just came up.

Angel had done something and he was trying to keep it from her. Her. Boooo, bad Angel. Tell her! Yassssss that's right Auguste. Spill the beans. Oh this was so much fun and wasn't even inside the school yet.

And uh oh. Now Charlie was angry. Big Whoopsie, but then she seemed to be always angry nowadays. No more squirrel or cute comments or mentions of Chassy's poor little tooth from her. She wanted to have fun tonight not get into a fight.

"Oops. I think I just made Charlie very angry. Like bull see red angry." Her words might suggest someone feeling a little remorse for her actions, but she was much too chipper and happy to really feel that at the moment, and the slightly too bright and giggly tone of her voice made that all too clear.

Her phone pinged again and this time it was a message from Chanel. Watch out folks, here comes the fun police with her grr grr pretty face and stomping high heels. A loopy grin formed on her face as she read and replied the messages in a short exchange. Oooh, Nellie wanted to come find them. Hehe, well she wasn't gonna make it that easy, the silly girl. Where was the fun in that? In fact that gave her an idea. Hide and seek. The good ol' classic.

She just told Nellie they were outside, but that didn't mean they couldn't move inside. Heh. Make way for the evil genius of Mikaela Ainsley everyone.
Mikaela made her way back to the door and gave a little tug but it was locked. Ha! It was a lock-in but they were locked out. Locked out. And that was just so…so funny.
She doubled over with laughter as she repeated her thoughts to her friend. "It's lock-in but we're locked out!" Ouch her sides hurt, but she couldn't stop.

The laughing continued as she made her way back to her friend, slinging her arm around her shoulder, and no, she was not drunk. She was just very, very happy and high on energy. Too bad no more tricking Nellie with hiding inside while she thought they were outside though. No matter. She wouldn't find them.

"Guess it's you, me and the great big outdoors Ronald Mag Donald." Mikaela continued the volume of her voice jumping up and down, calling Maggie by the nickname she had just invented. Yep, they were sticking with that, even if Maggie was nothing like the fast food chain mascot with its funky red hair, because it was funny. All thoughts of hiding? Straight out the window as a new idea took root in her mind. They were survivors trapped in a jungle, stuck outside the safe zone that was the school and now they had to find a way to survive the wilderness for the night or get inside.

Within minutes, Mikaela was spinning her new adventure and fully invested in it, having a blast pretending to take cover from wild predatory animals, which were really birds or just the rustle of leaves from the passing breeze, and uprooting a couple of plants while pretending to look for food to eat. There was also the car she had tried and failed to climb up to use as a lookout post in an attempt to locate another entrance. Just a little mayhem.

Speaking of mayhem, that reminded her of where she had gotten the word from in the first place. Cappie. The boy had asked her the same question as Nellie some time earlier and Mikaela had given him the same answer because she happened to remember they were supposed to be playing hide and seek. Right. Hide and seek. Oopsie. Nellie was still seeking which meant time to hide.

Mikaela ducked down and settled into a spot by the nearby fountain and pulled Maggie with her into the hiding spot. Nellie would never find them here. Not hiding out in the open. The thought of her friend trying to hunt her down, stomping around with a stern look fixed on her face made her laugh. It was like she was a mother, and that thought made her laugh even more because Nellie as a mother? It was just, she couldn't really tell you why at the moment cause her brain had just been infected with laughing gas, but it was just downright funny. Nellie as a mother, Nellie all loved up with a husband and a cute little family. Adorable. She'd pay to see that.

The sound of a heavy sigh mixed with her laughter and then she heard Chanel's familiar voice. Whoopsies. Fun police caught them. They were gonna get arrested. She had to stop laughing and run away with Maggie before Nellie put cuffs on them and an end to the possibility of any more fun, but hearing Nellie's voice just made Mikaela laugh even more from where she had sat on the ground.

"Whatever happened to, 'I'm not drunk?' Hmm?"

Nuh, uh. She wasn't drunk. She had drinks but she wasn't drunk. No she was having fun. Time for Nellie to invest in some glasses so she could tell the difference between drunk and fun.

"Do you know the circles I had to do around this school? I learned more tonight than what my designated tour guide showed me."

Mikaela rose from her spot on the ground, one hand clutching her stomach, the other wiping the tears from her eyes and she expelled the last bits of laughter. Ah that was a good laugh.

"Nellie!" She cried, throwing her arms wide, the ends of her fingers still slightly stained with dirt and soil, a huge smile on her face. "Aww man, you found us." She turned to her other friend. "Look Mag Donald we lost to the fun police."

"As you can see, I got help, if it wasn't for Cappie you two would probably be locked out all night."

Help? Cappie? Her eyes picked up on the figure of the boy in the vicinity and Mikaela looked between him and Nellie.

Aww she called him by his nickname. Cute. Maybe, maybe Cappie would be her husband. The warm hearted prince to break the icy spell cast on her by the wicked witch. Like a fairy tale. Also he helped. Did Cappie have like the keys or something? The door had been locked.

By this point, her filter had pretty much left her and so she said as much. "Awww you two look so cute together. Nellie and Cappie, Cappie and Nellie, Cappinelli! How'd you find us Cappienelli?"

That nickname was going to be sticking around too. For the night at least. Hehe.





mood
Hehehe

location
somewhere with a breeze

outfit
lock in wear





playing...
song title here

by artist here​




mentions
Charlie, Lin, Angel, Josie, Javi

interactions
Maggie, Chanel, Cappie

tags
Soap Soap 0k_mang0 0k_mang0 Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


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Avery Ohtani



Bella took the box, opened it and held up the pin, a soft smile gracing her lips.

She smiled! She liked it! She was happy! Yes!

Avery beamed as she mused over it, unable to hide his excitement over her response.

The shop lady had been right! It was the perfect gift. Picking one out had been so hard with all the options in front of him, he hadn't been making much progress until the kind shop lady had come up to him and offered her assistance. And she'd been so quick and good at it to. No sooner had he mentioned that it was a gift for a sweet girl, the shop lady immediately told him she knew just the gift to get her and pointed him in the direction of the flower pins before helping him settle on the beautiful pink one Bella now held in her hand with a couple more questions about Bella. She'll love it. The shop lady had said. It'll be the perfect gift for her. A special flower for your special lady friend.

Forget-Me-Not. A beautiful flower with a lovely name and a touching story behind it. Give her this flower and it will convey help to convey your feelings towards her. It seemed like the shop lady had hit the mark on that too. His desire to be good friends with her, the gift seemed to have conveyed that to Bella. Was the shop lady a wizard or something? It was simply amazing!

"It is beautiful." Bella said softly as she put it on. And it really was, it looked like it belonged nestled against the soft fabric of her cardigan.

"I'm glad you like it! It looks really pretty on you." Avery chirped. Hopefully the others would like his gifts just as much as Bella liked hers. He was about to continue speaking when Bella suddenly hopped up on her tiptoes and planted a soft on his cheek.

Avery blinked, his bright smile replaced by a look of surprise. Wait. What? Did she just kiss him? On the cheek? He'd never been kissed by anyone other than his parents before. Why had she kissed him? What did that mean?

"Thank you, le mon chéri, I love it. You didn't have to get me anything though, I didn't do anything to deserve a gift."

At her words of thanks, a smile reflexively affixed itself on Avery's face as he tried to formulate a response while attempting to untangle and make sense of Bella's words and actions. "You…you're welcome, I just wanted to…" his voice trailed off as he tried to grab the words swimming in his head amidst the mess of frantically turning cogs, "I wanted to make you smile, be happy. I'm glad you like it." Wait he'd already said that earlier. He was too confused to attempt any more words before sorting out the tangled mess in his brain.

Was that normal? To kiss people on the cheek when you said thank you or they gave you a gift? Come to think of it his parents often did the same when he gave them gifts and they said thank you. He'd seen it in a couple of shows too, where one of the characters would kiss the other or wrap them in a hug as thanks upon receiving a gift from them. He would have to note that down in his notebook later. Give cheek kisses when you receive gifts and say thank you.

Now to sort out the other matter of her confusing comment about not deserving the gift. Did you have to do something to deserve a gift? Weren't gifts given not because someone deserved one but to make the person receiving the gift happy and to wish them happiness? Wasn't that the point of gift giving? He'd never heard anything about having to earn gifts before. Was he wrong all this while?

As his mind tried to wrap itself around the thought, Bella looped her arm through his and gently tugged him through the crowd, startling him out of his thoughts.

What was happening now? Where were they going? Wait, was that his bag? On her shoulders? But it was heavy! He'd packed a lot in there for lock-in! He should be carrying it!

"Bella I-" He didn't finish the sentence as they came to a stop where Kelli was with two good looking blondes and he soon focused all his efforts on stopping himself and making sure his clumsy feet didn't take him crashing into Bella or anyone else, even though they hadn't been moving at a rapid pace.

Once he was sure his feet were steady under him, Avery turned his attention to his bag on Bella's shoulder and gently retrieved it from her. His eyes remained on her shoulder as he slung the bag over his own.

"Is you shoulder alright?" He asked quietly, hoping that it was. He could already feel the guilt building at the possibility that her shoulder might be hurting from carrying his bag.

"Kelli? Are you okay?" At Bella's words, he turned his attention to the other kind girl he had met that day when he moved into the dorms. Kelli-train, the awesome dope girl.

He frowned slightly as he looked at her. She certainly didn't look very okay. The girl was standing stock still, almost like one of those bronze painted human statues he had seen photos of, except without the painted skin.

The sudden absence of Bella's arm on his drew Avery's attention and he looked down at her before following her gaze to the two good looking blondes who were standing nearby.

"Ah, you are Casey and Camille, oui? It is a pleasure to meet you both, I am Bella Dupont. I believe we spoke online."

Casey and Camille. Were they siblings? It certainly looked like it. He wished he had a sibling. It just seemed like so much fun, especially in all those books he'd read and movies he'd watched. He quietly listened as the girl, Camille introduced herself to Bella, his mind deep in thought. How different would things be if he had a sibling? Someone to talk to whom he could play with? Were these two siblings close? Would he have been close with such a sibling? Maybe things would have been a little lonely…

The offering of a hand drew Avery out of his thoughts and he looked at the owner of the hand to see Camille with a smile on her face.

"Cami Clairmont. It's nice to meet you too uh…"

"Avery." He supplied quickly, a smile of his own forming, as he shook her hand, "I'm Avery Ohtani. A freshman in the literature department." His voice brightened a little as he continued, nodding his head at both blondes. "It's nice to meet you both Cami and Casey, and it's nice to see you again Kelli-train, or um is it just Kelli?" Avery finished sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand as he looked at the dope girl.





mood
friend!

location
the gym

outfit
casual and comfy





playing...
song title here

by artist here​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Bella, Kelli, Casey, Cami

tags
geminiy geminiy ohdittoh ohdittoh Winona Winona jasmyn jasmyn


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dominicka abrams
have you heard?


Nickie didn’t know how long she’d been in that damn stall on the disgusting, cold, unforgiving bathroom floor, head between her knees, one hand resting on its knuckles beside her and gripping her shattered-screened cellphone whilst the other clasped at her thigh. She just knew that it was long enough that the pain in her palms and the bottom of her chin had subsided, long enough that the only real pain that she felt now was the ache of her raw, bright pink nose every time that she sniffled in air. She gasped softly for air through slightly-parted, chapped lips speckled with blood from when she’d busted it open.

She wasn’t really thinking now, and she was hardly feeling. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her shoulders shook with sobs that were much softer than the ones before them. The only thing that lulled through her mind was the same, repetitive phrase:

Holy shit, what did I do?

Her boyfriend— the only one who was around to comfort her, ever, and the only one who had ever really gone out of his way to make her…happy, to make her feel good and feel loved— had left. He wasn’t by her side, he wasn’t fucking anywhere that she knew, and she…

Another guilty sob rocked her shoulders, and her grip tightened around her phone.

Please text back. Please.

She heard someone enter the bathroom, and she silenced and stilled for a moment, lifting her eyes to watch as two feet came to a stop in front of a stall beside her. There were as slam! and a click! as the door closed. Nickie stared at the feet for a moment, and then the image began to grow blurry with her tears.

She sniffled deeply, putting her head between her knees again and dropping her phone on the ground beside her. It made a loud clatter, probably loud enough for the other girl to hear, but Nickie hardly cared at this point. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, biting her lower lip again to muffle her crying.

Nickie heard rattling near her, and she squeezed her shoulders and knees tighter, squeezing her eyes closed and trying to make herself small in an attempt to disappear.

Shit, shit, shit.

Nickie slowly raised her head at the sound of the stall door opening.

Fuck. It looked like she hadn’t— she couldn’t even lock a fucking door right.

Her brows knit tightly, her cracked lips pulling into a scowl at image in front of her.

“Go away, Evie,” Nickie said weakly, her words hardly anything more than air. "Be a bitch to someone else..."

“What’s wrong with you?” Evie asked. “Why are you in here alone crying on the floor?” Nickie’s eyes squeezed together. “Do you not realize how filthy it is down there?”

“Go away,” Nickie breathed again, her words still weak.

“Jesus,” Evie said. “Get the hell up and wipe your eyes, Nick.”

Nickie opened her eyes, looking up at Evie. A disgusted expression came onto her face. “There’s, like…there’s no other place to go,” she answered, voice warbly and tired, “so I’m here.” She glanced at the phone beside her, her eyes welling up with tears again. “I just pissed off literally the only person who cares, so…” She looked up at Evie. “Guess that’s your answer. If you wanted something juicier, like a fucking...positive pregnancy test or something...” Nickie sniffled. "It's nothing like that. It's just, like...'Nickie's sad and pathetic and self-destructive' and...it's, like...nothing...new."

She pushed off of the ground, weakly following Evie’s instructions for some fucking reason, even though she knew that she didn’t care. She wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands, sighing deeply. “Why the fuck are you here?” she asked harshly, scowling at Evie. “If you’re bothering me, it’s not because you have to piss.” She bent down and picked up her phone, looking at the screen.

The screen automatically lit up, and, for a moment, her face softened.

The cracked image of her and her boyfriend on their last date, smiling at the camera, met her eyes, along with the time that told her, once again, that it was too fucking late.

And there were no texts, and there were no calls, and the only notifications were those from Twitter strangers, chatting and carrying on with life like no one else existed.

Her eyes welled with tears, her expression cracking, and she held back a sob, her expression pained.

She looked up at Evie, shaking her head. Her expression wasn’t as angry or disgusted as before, but there was still a distinct coldness to it. “Did you come to watch me break down so you could feel better about yourself?” she asked in a deadpan voice. “It’s what everyone’s done all fucking week…” She sighed softly, running a hand through her hair as another tear rolled down her cheek. “Or did something happen to you, too?”




mood
back the fuck away

location
the floor of the last stall of the bathroom

outfit
casual wear





playing...
oh god
by mothica​




mentions
hunter

interactions
evie

tags
jasmyn jasmyn


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Casey Clairmont


Being constantly surrounded by only your sisters and your parents, it was very easy to kind of forget that you were a uhh... well, from a famous family, and were almost a household name. However, there were little reminders here and there, such as when he bumped into that girl, and she looked up at him with such an awestruck look that all Casey could do in response was give her a kind of super dazzling grin because he was a super dazzling fella.

She said something about not washing her arm, presumably because he'd touched her -- and he'd be lying if he said this was the first girl that had suggested something so ridiculous -- and all he could really do was offer a laugh in reply.

"You’re fine, you’re fine! You don’t need to apologize! I-I’m good— I’m amazing— oh my gosh, I’m never going to wash my arm again— oh my gosh!”

"That's not very sanitary," he said with a grin and another laugh.

“Casey! I know you! I know your— I know— oh my gosh, Casey Clairmont— I’m— hi!”

Oh so she was so star struck by him, and this was definitely working to inflate Casey's already overinflated ego. He grinned, taking the hand that she presented and shaking it. "Yeah, yeah, that's me, he responded, glancing over at Cami with a huge smirk on his face.

"Good going, Sese. How are we gonna make friends when you're bulldozing over people?"

Damn it, Cami.

"Cami, Cami, Cami, baby sister, please..." Casey started, his voice slightly strained as he spoke to his sister through a wide, toothy grin. "It's Casey, in public, yeah? And c'mon, relax, best way to meet new people is to just run right on into 'em, ya know?" He chuckled at his own joke, although he was also trying to use that triplet telepathy to send a warning to Cami that if she called him that again, her bags were at risk.

Although bags weren't as fun to set on fire as Barbies were.

Ugh he missed being young.

He was about to also kind of flash a smile at Cami, and be all like ya know... "ha, look, I'm hot and more famous than you," but unfortunately, before he could try to flex his pure famousness, the freaking girl before them seemed to recognize the sister standing beside him, and started giving Cami the same treatment. Casey let out a little, almost indiscernible hmpf and lost most interest in the conversation now that it had turned from him.

Stupid sister. Stealing his limelight.

“Omigoshomigosh!” Kelli exclaimed in a gasp. “You’re so— you’re so pretty in person, Camille— oh my gosh, oh my gosh! You’re such an— oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” She held her other hand out for Cami to shake. “I’m Kelli Phelan— you’re— wow! I’m— wow! Wow!”

Hmpf.

"Thank you, Kelli. They need to make you the official welcome committee if you are always this peppy," Cami smiled beside him, as Casey crossed his arms over his chest in a slight pouting fashion.

Kelli then started saying another name -- Bella? -- and Casey's eyebrows drew together for a moment at the familiarity of the name. Bella, Bella, Bella... he'd definitely spoken to a Bella since they'd gotten here, but he couldn't quite place a face to a name, so he was still trying to sort through the various people in his head, trying to place the name to a face (or rather, a profile picture), when the girl turned and--

Oh it was her.

“Ah, you are Casey and Camille, oui? It is a pleasure to meet you both, I am Bella Dupont. I believe we spoke online.”

Oh she was oh-so fancy and adult in person but online? Oh online she'd been messing with him like no one's business what with her crazy French speak and her ummm... her uhhh... the nicknames, that's it! The last thing he needed were his fans to hear that he was being called something as silly as Lemon Boy and start Photoshopping his face onto pictures of lemons or vice versa or what have you.

"Bella, yes. I think I remember you. You're the one who duped my brother with your french. I am sorry that he couldn't even manage to keep up by using Google translate. I'd say he's usually a lot more clever but I don't like to lie," Cami said, which earned an audible gasp from Casey.

"I was keeping up just fine, alrighty?" He was quick to try and defend himself. "I was using Google translate, ya know? Sorry I never actually learned French 'cause I'm not a nerd like Cami over here, but I was keeping up just fine with it. It's just a... ya gotta copy the message, ya gotta paste it, and then ya gotta do this and that, and..." he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment as his shoulders slouched. "It was just so much work, and I have a real, real busy schedule, ya know, so I didn't have the time to be all..." he used his fingers to mimic aggressively typing on a phone, his eyebrows furrowing together with all the ferociousness of a keyboard warrior.

"Anyway, Casey Clairmont, at your service, but I'm sure ya all already knew that," Casey said with a dramatic bow, one arm behind his back while the other was naturally over his stomach in proper bow etiquette. He straightened back up, grinning widely at the two girls in front of him, when Cami introduced herself to a third newbie, and Casey glanced over in that direction to see a boy, and naturally... he greeted him in a similar fashion after the boy introduced himself as Avery.

"Hi, hi, hi, Casey Clairmont," he said, giving Avery a bow all for himself.

Alrighty then, Casey was bored. Things needed to happen.

"So are ya guys partying or...?"

Fire, mayhaps?




mood
mood mood mood

location
location location location

outfit
outfit outfit outfit





playing...
Kerosene
by Courage My Love​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Chanel, Cami, Kelli

tags
jasmyn jasmyn Soap Soap ohdittoh ohdittoh


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trevor callaghan
feckin' fuck off


As he awaited her answer, Trevor rubbed his thumb on the side of the glass bottle’s neck and tried to maintain his deep breathing: in, out, in, out, in, out. His small smile stayed on his face, fading a bit as time went on but never fully disappearing.

“I uh…anywhere in the galaxy?” Ash repeated.

His brows knit slightly. “Yeah. Anywhere you want.”

“Usually I’d say umm…the moon, ‘cause like…I don’t know, I think it’d just…it’d just be cool to stand there and see all the stars and…” She shrugged, trailing off.

“The moon…?” he repeated slowly, thinking about it.

Sounded pretty boring to him.

It was just grey upon grey, you couldn’t breathe without a ton of equipment, and the only thing you’d have to keep you company’d be a sunbleached American flag.

Actually, come to think of it...

Send him to the moon, immediately. Thanks.

“But umm…home,” she concluded, and she nodded. “Not…not back to Eli and Gen’s, even though I guess that’s…that’s my home now, but ummm…” She pursed her lips, her eyebrows pulling together. “I wanna go back home to New York, I just…I dunno, everything felt easy there. But not just…not just there, I’d uh…” Her lips formed a small, thoughtful smile. “So umm…there was this little like…ice cream parlor, diner like place back home.” She swallowed hard, and then her smile brightened. “I uhh…I had this friend before I moved here, when I was like…when I was there and when I was like…when I was upset or whatever, he’d umm…he’d show up at my house, and he’d take me there, because I dunno like…I guess his mom had kinda told him that milkshakes made everything better, so I’d…I’d go there.”

He listened intently, the smile slowly fading from his face as his expression adopted a pensiveness.

So she was from New York…? He never knew that. And she liked…a diner back home and their milkshakes.

Huh. The more ya knew.

He nodded every so often, his thumb on the bottle slowing each time he did so that he was fully stopped by the time she finished speaking, though he’d grown unaware of it.

Her smile faded, though, and he felt a throb in the back of his head. His thumb kicked back into rubbing the side of the bottle’s neck.

“What about you?” she asked. He noticed her studying his face before her eyes locked on his.

He stared back at her. “What?”

“Same question— if you could go just like…anywhere, where would it be?”

She was asking him now?

Feck, it hurt to think.

He leaned his head back against the wall again, breaking eye contact with her and turning his head to look at the row of desks in front of them. His thumb rubbed harder on the glass surface, and he worked his jaw slightly.

“I dunno,” he said after a moment, and he sighed softly, cracking a quick-fading grin. “I was, uh, thinkin’ of sayin’ the bottom of the ocean. I do figure it’d be pretty feckin’ neat, though. Ya know, ta go down there an’ jus’ sit among some fish who’ve never seen yer kind before. Down there’s something people’ve just never seen before, an’ to be the first to see it would be the biggest braggin’ rights, don’t you think?” He chuckled softly, and then shook his head. “But…I think I’m probably tooooo, uhh…” He slowly smiled. “How do I put it? Uh…I think I like the vague idea of that more than I’d actually like to go there, an’ the more I think about it, the more the idea stresses me out. Ya get one puncture in yer submarine or you piss off the wrong deep sea creature an’ it’s lights out for you. Nasty way to go, too. I’d rather not be eviscerated by unknown species if I can keep from it.”

He chuckled soflty, and he fell silent and serious again, his rubbing on the bottle slowing.

He lifted the bottle to his lips, tilting it up and drinking down a bit of the liquid with a soft grimace and a quiet groan. As he lowered it, he settled his eyes on a spot on the floor where there was a slight crack.

“I think,” he started again, “that I’d like ta go home, too.”

He looked over at her, cracking a small smile and laughing quietly. “Not stealin’ yer idea, no,” he clarified, “but…I dunno.”

He looked back at the spot in the floor. “I’m, uh, not the same as you, with the whole memories with friends things. I only hung out with my ‘friends’ over the lake durin’ school hours. I think one time, Jack visited my place, but that was it. He broke our faucet off, so Nana didn’t let me have him over again, and he was really my only decent friend over there. Everyone else, I told to piss off every other day.” He let out a quiet sigh.

“But…I’d probably head back to my parent’s place,” he said softly after a long moment of pause. “I don’t remember too much about it, really, but…I just remember we had this typewriter in the attic. I’ve got a rich family, both sides, but my mam still liked goin’ thrift shoppin’, for whatever reason. We went to a store one day, saw this huge, greasy typewriter, and I…heh, I cried until we bought it.” He hadn’t thought about this memory in forever, and his brows knit as he tried to remember more details. “When we got it home, she sat it up, and I didn’t touch it for, what…three years or somethin’ like that.”

He chuckled softly, a small smile cracking across his face. “Then, my mam was cleanin’ one day, an’ she came to me sayin’, ‘Trevor, ya publicly humiliated yerself for that thin’ an’ yer not even gonna use it?’ An’ I yelled at her, an’ it was this whole knock-down-drag-out that resulted in me squallin’ my eyes out an’ lockin’ myself in the attic for two days with that damn typewriter. She slid me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich under the doorway at lunch and supper time, but other than that, we didn’t say a peep to one another for two days, an’ I jus’…sat down ad typed out a whole novel.”

He shook his head. “Er, ‘novel’,” he corrected quickly, lifting a hand to do quote marks and shaking his head again with a chuckle. “It’s shoved under a bed somewhere at my grandparent’s place, an’ I haven’t seen it for years.”

He paused a long moment, his eyes glazing over with a fog of nostalgia, and then he remembered.

Oh, right, he was talking to Ash.

He was, uh, answering Ash’s question.

It seemed like the alcohol was starting to work— he’d forgotten who he was talking to or what he was talking about for a minute.

He laughed quickly, looking over at Ash again. He took a moment to remember where he had left off, and then he chuckled softly. “And after that,” he continued, “I’d spend at least two or three days after school doin’ nothin’ but writin’…an’ I jus’ remember the feelin’, y’know. Like you said…everything felt so…easy there. Like…time was gone, an’ life was gone, an’ it was jus’ me, myself, I, the typewriter, an’ the occasional after school snack.”

He paused another long moment after he finished, and then he chuckled softly. “So ya grew up in New York…?” he asked. “That’s…on the other coast, right? Did you…what, did you live there your whole life?” He paused another moment. “Was it much different than here?”

He didn’t know when this’d turned into Twenty-One Questions, but he…

He didn’t know.

This was…distracting.




mood
...

location
a classroom

outfit
something casual





playing...
the funeral
by band of horses​




mentions
n/a

interactions
ash

tags
Winona Winona


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Simone Gutierrez


For the past week and a half, Simone Gutierrez has been, for a lack of better words, going through it. Between her recent climb into being a technical adult and just about everyone who had her number -- at least of those who knew who her roommate was -- blowing it up because apparently Nickie Abrams did some shit.

Yeah, like she didn’t know. Or at least, she came to know when she was scrolling through the logs one day. She wasn’t present for it, but the aftermath about it? Yeah, one could say that Simone knew. She heard that roomie of hers cry herself to sleep practically all week. And Simone wasn't heartless. She could sympathize with her roomie. Somewhere, she understood there was a noble intention behind it. She was a lot more understanding than most of those putas that hounded her.

Simone wished she came to her roomie’s aid more publicly, but she was there when her face wasn’t scrunched between that phone screen.

But, at the same time, despite everything, Simone understood that Nickie was old enough to make decisions. She couldn’t really say that she didn’t reap what she clearly sowed together with her own two hands.

At least she’s got that little chihuahua of a boyfriend hanging by her side. So Simone didn’t let any of that plague her mind. Not during the rest of the week and most certainly not during the lock-in.

And how kind it was for someone to open up the school for them all. Simone was thinking about taking them, but she decided against it. But what she knew she had to do was make herself a snack. Where else to do this but the fully-stocked -- and thanks to the keys -- an unlocked cafeteria that was just begging for her to use its facilities.

Especially because Simone brought some party favors.

But she didn’t buy them in the states. Why do that when she could go over the border back to her home and get it for free? That was the beauty of Simone the daughter of one of Mexico’s most iconic power couples: if she wanted something bad enough, she could so easily get it. All she had to do was spend the night at her parent’s house, which was why she couldn't be found anywhere last weekend. A small price to pay for the crema de la cosecha (cream of the crop) when it came to alcohol. The finest bottles of tequila and vodka that money could buy.

And there she was, in the cafeteria kitchen, the sounds of a party mix she had her brothers make for her, which included some of the best dance beats from all over the world, playing as loud as Simone’s ears could handle. The blender went off and Barista Simone was experimenting with how much ice-to-alcohol ratios she wanted. Tonight she wanted to get fucked up, so it was definitely going to be a lot more alcohol than not.

“Perfecta!” She kissed the blender and took a large sip to celebrate and immediately she felt a rush of burning on burning with a limited cooling agent from the crushed up ice. “Now that’s what I call a drink!”

Yeah, like there was anyone around to hear her. So far, Simone was the only one who thought of going for the kitchen first. Then again, nobody else probably thought of bringing her own booze, either.

As she turned around, she took her phone in her hand and paused the music. At that moment, she heard the door of the cafeteria screech and she looked over to see who it was.

And that’s when a wide smile came across her face.




mood
Pour me a drank!

location
Hollywood Arts Cafeteria (Kitchen)

outfit
*hot sizzle noises*





playing...
Royal
by Dounia​




mentions
No one yet

interactions
Someone. Hm hm hm

tags
N/A


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kellian phelan
keep smiling


Casey Clairmont— THE CASEY CLAIRMONT— expressed how unsanitary not washing her arm was!

Oh my gosh, what kinda—

What kinda awesome, epic, dopey-dope alternate universe did Kelli accidentally stumble into?

Had she unintentionally sold her soul to some demon when she’d played with the online ouija board that one time and it was just now taking effect? Or had she gone into some coma and this was a drug-induced trip? Or— or! Or were those fairy potions she made with her mom for her fifth grade Halloween costume actually real, working potions with, uh, super duper delayed effects?

Okay, okay, no! She needed to stop thinking about it! It was quite possible that whatever it was would stop working if she started thinking too hard about it, and she didn’t want that!

Oop, and now— no effing WAY.

THE.

THE.

CAMILLE CLAIRMONT.

WAS.

THANKING HER!

AND.

SMILING AT HER!

“Official welcome committee?” Kelli squeaked, her bright smile somehow spreading even wider. Her cheeks felt like they were going to fall from her face— this was fudging unbelievable! She giggled giddily. “That’s so sweet!”

A voice from behind her spoke: “Kelli? Are you okay?”

“Bella!” Kelli exclaimed, turning to her friend as she touched her arm. She nodded enthusiastically, gesturing with her free hand to the two triplets. “Bella, it’s the Clairmonts!” she whispered excitedly— ‘cuz speaking too loud would make her seem like some kinda crazy fan, and she didn’t wanna scare them off. “Crazy, right?” She giggled happily. “The real ones!”

Kelli spotted a boy behind Bella, and she gave him an excited wave. “Avery!” she whisper-yelled to him. “The Clairmonts! The real ones!”

Bella extended a hand to them. “Ah, you are Casey and Camille, oui? It is a pleasure to meet you both, I am Bella Dupont. I believe we spoke online.”

Kelli’s jaw dropped.

Brooooo, whaaaaat?

“Bella?!” Kelli gasped, her brows raising high.

Was Bella a celebrity by association?! Which meant that Kelli had met a celebrity by association, too?!

Which meant that Kelli had been given a charm bracelet by a real live celebrity by association?!

"Bella, yes. I think I remember you,” Cami said.

She remembered Bella!

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

Kelli covered her mouth, absolutely stunned at her luck.

No way that this was real life! There was just no way!

A charm bracelet by a celebrity by association, a greeting from an actual celebrity, and then she was bumped into by another actual celebrity and smiled at by another actual celebrity?!

Welcome to Hollywood, Kellian!

Or was this Heaven?

She couldn’t wait to tell Kian and Ronnie about this! They’d be like “no way!” and she’d be like “way!” and then they’d be like “you’re totally famous now by association!” and she’d be all like “yep!” and then she could tell them the wonderful news that they were famous by association of association because that was how it worked.

Wait, actually.

Actually, actually, actually!

Genius idea: get Ronnie to come here and see for herself!

Smart!

Kelli quickly took out her phone, typing out a message to her bestie for the restie:

Hey ronnie! hey im in the gym rn! Im close to the doors! hey if ur free u should come and find me! If ur not its fine but i really think u will wanna come ❤️✨🌈 hugs! Smell u later!

Her phone buzzed almost immediately afterwards with Ronnie's zoomy fast response: she’d be here!

Hella dope!

Oh, Kelli legit couldn’t wait to see Ronnie’s reaction!

Was she gonna flip out, too? She bet she would!


“You're the one who duped my brother with your french. I am sorry that he couldn't even manage to keep up by using Google translate. I'd say he's usually a lot more clever but I don't like to lie," Cami said, which earned an audible gasp from Casey.

"I was keeping up just fine, alrighty?” the tall boy said defensively. "I was using Google translate, ya know? Sorry I never actually learned French 'cause I'm not a nerd like Cami over here, but I was keeping up just fine with it. It's just a... ya gotta copy the message, ya gotta paste it, and then ya gotta do this and that, and..." He groaned, rolling his eyes and slumping his shoulders. "It was just so much work, and I have a real, real busy schedule, ya know, so I didn't have the time to be all..." He mimed keyboard warfare, and then he bowed to them. “Anyway, Casey Clairmont, at your service, but I’m sure ya all already knew that.”

“Yes!” Kelli answered quickly and excitedly, and then she covered her mouth with a giggle. “Sorry!” she apologized quickly— though she wasn’t sure what exactly for what. “You’re just— it’s crazy to see you in real life! And your sister! It’s— it’s insane!”

And then it dawned on her, and she gasped.

“No wayyyyyyyyyyy,” she breathed. “Are you two going to be going to school here?!” She looked between the two, and then at Bella and between the two, and then at Avery and then between the two, and then she giggled in disbelief. “Totally, insanely, wickedly dope!”

Cami spoke to Avery now, introducing herself. "Cami Clairmont. It's nice to meet you too uh…"

"Avery,” Avery answered, shaking her hand. "I'm Avery Ohtani. A freshman in the literature department. It's nice to meet you both Cami and Casey, and it's nice to see you again Kelli-train, or um is it just Kelli?"

Kelli giggled. “Kelli!” she answered. “Or Kelli-train! Or Kellian, or Kay, or Kel, or Kels, or Kellster, or Kellagmite, or anything, really!” She dissolved into giggles. “It’s dope to see you again, too, Avery! I hope all of your moving in’s been going well!”

"Hi, hi, hi, Casey Clairmont," Casey said to Avery, bowing again, and then he posed a question: "So are ya guys partying or...?"

Kelli gave a big shrug, bouncing her shoulders a few extra times to give it a bit more style and totally not in hopes to wear off her totally-not nervousness. “I’m just vibing, I guess! My roomie’s on the way to, uh, join me— er, join us— but I don’t have any plans for anything!” She smiled brightly. “I mean, I’m down for just about anything!” She gave a soft gasp. “Oh, but I did kinda have an idea, but I never did find any kinda people for it or anything.” She was kinda making her sentences off of the top of her head, so her words had an odd, stilted meter to them. “Uh, like, I was thinking maybe further into the night, I’d get some people together to playyy, like…Truth or Dare, or Two Truths and One Lie with or something! Like they do at slumber parties!”

Good idea, Kelli!

That was straight off of the top of her head.

“Uhm, if you’d like to!” Kelli said, and then she realized that she hadn’t even said anything that those words could go along with. She giggled. “I mean, if you all would like to, we could, uh, do that right now or something! I mean, I know we’re total strangers, but that’s the best way to get to know someone, right?” She let out another round of nervous giggles, and then she added, “Of course, uh, only if you all want to! If there’s something else you all wanna do, I’m down for just about whatever! Except for streaking!”

No streaking!




mood
OMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSH

location
the gym

outfit
cute fit (courtesy of ronnie!)





playing...
apple pie
by the scary jokes​




mentions
naomi & kian

interactions
bella, avery, ronnie, casey, & cami

tags
geminiy geminiy Winona Winona jasmyn jasmyn hery hery Xed Xed


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MOOD:
Good Fun Cop mode

OUTFIT:
Jacket & shirt
sweatpants & shoes
​
INFO
LOCATION:
somewhere with a breeze & pretty trees

WITH:
Chanel, Mikaela, Magnolia

MENTION:
Dalton, Javier, Casey, Nate​
ACTIVITY
Soap Soap , Xed Xed , Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202
TAGS
cappie
”Our first triple date? Did you expect there to be another?”

Wow, Cappie thought, she really knows how to jump to the wrong conclusions.

“If there were another, I’d prefer it to be a single date, not a triple.” Then he added before she could make another jump: “And no, it was not a hint or offer to have a real date with you next time.”

For the record, he and Chanel weren’t going on an actual date. You know, the type that meant he had any romantic interest in her—which he doesn’t. Cappie’s choosing to join the triple date was merely an honorable deed to give her twin brother moral support for his own date, as well as save Chanel from being set up with someone like Dalton or Javier. He just didn’t want her to suffer like that. No one should.

Before he could make another suggestion for their search, Chanel began walking down the hallway like she was in charge of this operation. Even her fitted white turtleneck sweater almost looked like it was radiating with authoritativeness, and that thought made Cappie roll his eyes as he followed her.

And no, he was NOT staring. Perish the thought immediately.

In fact, he had his eyes on the copy of the school map that he took out, in case they found themselves lost and caught in a circle—which may have happened once or twice. Five times, to be exact, and each time, his friend (more like a semi-friend) seemed to grow more annoyed, and his friendly inputs of interesting trivia facts of certain places they'd passed by didn't seem to help. Cappie couldn’t blame her. He figured she was just concerned, in her own way, about her friend Mikaela’s well-being. It showed she wasn’t entirely an ice queen.

Eventually, they found the M&M’s hiding spot. Cappie unlocked the door with the school keys (provided by the reluctant yet ever so kind Mr. Woods) and stepped outside with Chanel, who looked quite exasperated from their trek through this ridiculously big-ass school. Almost like a mother chastising her child for their childish antics, which wasn’t a far-off comparison because Mikaela was kind of acting, as well as giggling, like one.

”How'd you find us, Cappienelli?"

Cappienelli? Welp, it looks like somebody had taken a few sipples of tipples. They don’t call it “giggle water” for nothing. Even Cappie chuckled under his breath from repeating that word in his head.

“Well, Chanel is pretty fond of puzzles. She’s very relentless when she wants to finish them, y’know?” answered the laid-back one-half of Cappienelli. “Your breeze-and-trees riddle was so super challenging that she humbly asked me if I could be her Watson to her Sherlock.” Okay, so he might be dramatizing the narrative just a tad, but someone had to play the “Good Cop” in this Fun Police team-up.

“I told her, sure, why not? Anything for a friend worried about her friend. And here we are, with you, Maggie and this lovely LA evening breeze,” Cappie concluded with a well-humored, amiable smile. “By the way, Chappie rolls off the tongue much easier than Cappienelli.”
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LINDSAY MORGAN KAY
do it, no balls


A wide smile on his face, Lin ran around the room in a nearly taunting manner, each step he made accompanied by a hop or a twirl of some sort— or the occasional one-bounce twerk. In one hand was a bag of car paint that he was slinging around like a ragdoll; in the other was a constantly-spraying can of silly string. Behind him was a trail of purple, and each time he passed a wall, it was sure to be speckled with the paint as well.

In other words: Lindsay Kay was showing just why his nickname in many circles was Crack Kid.

“Come and get me!” Lin yelled loudly, eyes occasionally flicking to Charlie and Zeph as he bounded his way around the lit room. “Come and get me, come and get me— you can’t catch me, nana-nana-boo-boooo!” he sang to no particular tune. He shoved his silly string beneath his arm and reached his hand into his quickly-emptying bag of neon purple paint to sling some more at Zeph and Charlie as he passed them once more. “Come and get me! Come and get meee!” he cheered, pulling his silly string out from beneath his arm to spray to the beat of his chanting. “Come and get me, come and get me!” he continued.

He knew that they were plotting, but he wasn’t gonna let on. Luhmao, they weren’t at all secretive, ess-em-aych— super unprofessional for a military operation, really. But he’d let it slide, just this once, luhmao.

All of a sudden, Charlie leapt over a desk, and Lin sped up his pace, laughing as he clutched the bag in his hand.

“Luhmao!” Lin cackled, slinging a handful of paint at her, though it probably didn’t make it. He didn’t stop to see if he’d even aimed correctly, he just kept running.

POP!

“Hueh!” he exclaimed in surprise as something popped against his back, eyes widening for a second before he dissolved into laughter.

He looked over at Charlie, just as another bag popped against him, coating some of his pants leg. “Hey!” he cried.

“Watch you’re six, Terminator!” Charlie giggled, and Lin slung more paint at her as he passed

As bags slapped onto his back, Lin continued to run, snatching another bag paint and a can of silly string from the table as he passed it. He shoved the string into his pocket and opened the other back, laughing loudly.

“No, you watch yours!” he said, shoving the extra bag down the back of his pants for safe-keeping before scooping out some of the last bit of paint from the purple bag and hurling it at Charlie.

For who knew how long, Lin went around and around and around, slowly building up the stock-pile of un-tampered-with bags of paint in the back of his pants and adding a final two cans of silly string to his arsenal of armpit cans, and Charlie hurled things at him, coating him in multicolored, sadly not-toxic paint, and Zeph was there for moral support. Lin’s cackling and the pops from the exploding bags filled the air, as well as soft squeaks each time anyone took a step. The floors were covered in the goop of a neon rainbow, and the walls were slapped with globs and speckles and splashes of the same neon yellows, pinks, cyans, and purples.

By the end of it all, Lin was down to one half-used bag of neon yellow paint and one bag of cyan paint, his silly string all drained.

Finally, Charlie seemed to be running low on her paint bombs, and she turned to Zeph, sounding panicked. “Zeph!”

Lin stopped running, dropping his current bag of paint ammunition— the yellow bag— down on the table and slapping his paint-caked hands on the table, grinning widely and panting. “Whatcha gonna do?” Lin asked teasingly.

She suddenly leapt out from behind a short shelf, throwing the final bags at Zeph. “FUCK THE TRUCE! GET PLAYED, BITCH!”

“BETRAYAL!” Lin yelled, clutching two hands over his mouth as he gasped dramatically. “NOOOO!” he said, overplaying his shock, picking up his bag of paint and rushing to Zeph’s side. Holding his shoulder and looking at the paint splatter as if it were a wound, Lin mimicked sobbing. “Lieutenant, I never could’ve foreseen this—“

He cut himself off, jerking his head to Charlie, who stood alone in the middle of the room. Dramatically narrowing his eyes, Lin slowly stood from his wounded brethren. “You,” he said. He set his feet shoulder-width apart as Zeph scrambled to spray Charlie with the last remaining bits of silly string he had. Lin was too occupied with his theatrics to help much. “You…you— you traitor!” he cried, adding a tremble onto his voice to really drive home the point of rage. His face pulled downward into mock horror. “My son— our son!” He reached out, putting a hand on Zeph’s shoulder and giving him a jiggle to emphasize his point. He gave a deep sniffle. “We raised him like he was our own, Commander Charles!” He lifted his multicolored hand from Zeph’s shoulder to wipe his eyes, spreading paint all over them. “We promised him that we’d care for him! And you did this!” He gestured to Zeph, giving a deep sniffle.

He looked over at Zeph, his act fading away as a grin came onto his face again. “Well,” he said, reaching into the back of his pants. “I think this calls for some revenge—“ He cackled. “Luhmao!”

With that, he popped open the final bag of paint and pelted it at Charlie, and it exploded with a POP!

The bag of almost-empty yellow paint in hand, a cackling Lindsay ran towards the paint-soaked Charlie, a wide grin on his face. He reached in with both hands, scooping out the last of the paint, and he pulled his hands out of the bag, letting the bag fall to the ground.

He slung the two handfuls at Charlie, and then, laughing, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I won, I won!” he sang, and he moved his arm from around her shoulder to prop his elbow up on her head. “You lost, Terminator! Loooooser!” he teased. “Shoulda known you could never defeat me, but that was a valiant effort!” He leaned down, giving her a quick kiss. Blegh, the paint didn’t taste great, but it just made him laugh again. He pecked her forehead coming up, and then he gave it a soft thump with his forefinger. “Nice try, Terminator!”

He rushed back over to Zeph. “Ayo, Zephy— how’s it feel to be loser number two?” he teased, going up to his best bro and giving him a couple of weak bumps in the chest with his fist. “She really got you good— but I got her back, luhmao.” He dropped his arms, nonchalantly waving his hand. “Oh, you owe me,” he said casually. “That’s how it works— I save your life, and now you owe me a loaf of bread, luhmao!”

He walked back over to the desk with Charlie’s snacks on it. A majority of the boxes and bags had at least some paint on them, and Lin picked the box of crackers with the biggest glob on them. “Victory snack!” he said to himself excitedly, and then he looked back at his friends. “And sharing is caring, so I’ll give you some consolation crackers, luhmao.” He ripped open the box, and then waved his hand, cackling. “I know, I know, I’m the best— tell me about it.”

Lin’s blood was pumping with the joy of friendly fire with his two favorite people in the whole damn world, a wide smile on his face as he crunched the crackers. “Mmm, bread lite,” he said, wholly content with his life as it was.

Lin hadn’t felt this happy all week.

Or, fuck it, he’d even say that he hadn’t felt this good all year.

Lin really didn’t get sentimental that often, but…ehhhh, right now felt like a good time to be.

“You guys,” he said, a wide, mildly-sentimental grin on Lin’s face, “are the best.” He laughed. “Besides me. Duh.”




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🥰

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the school

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lookin fly as always





playing...
all i do is win
by dj khaled​




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n/a

interactions
zeph & charlie

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Dorian Harlow



the actor ~ 17 ~ senior












"I wasn't, but at least I have someone to suffer with me now."

Being the simp that Dorian so clearly was for JJ, he was about to comment on how it was never suffering with her or something, but then she spoke again before he could get it out.

"You're really bad with timing."

JJ wasn't wrong. Many others had also told him that his timing was less than impressive. At the beginning of his career, it had been a big problem that he luckily fixed, but he wasn't so successful in his personal life. This was the second time that he had kept her waiting, and he was honestly surprised that she wasn't ready to kick him to the curb for it. It wasn't a genius boyfriend move after all.

"I know, I know. But I bought snacks! That's gotta count for something, right?" he flashed a big grin as he held up the bag for her to see. "I even got Almond Joys like you asked for and the blue Gatorade instead of a boring yellow one," he dropped the hand back to his side before kissing her forehead.

Of course, Slut Boy had to speak up again, causing Dorian to remember they had the unwanted company. Honestly, the more this guy talked, the more Dorian truly despised him, and that was saying a lot since he wasn’t the type to hate somebody he just met. He usually tried to give people the benefit of the doubt, but this was a special circumstance.

Not only was the dude irritating as hell, but he was also constantly trying to make passes at JJ, and he really thought that he had charm or something. Okay, maybe not charm, but he certainly believed he had a way with the ladies, or else he wouldn’t have tried to turn Angel into some weird mini version of himself. That was almost as bad as his poor attempt to make himself appear as some big shot right now by bringing up some commercial deal that Dorian suspected wasn't even real.

With his arm laid perfectly over JJ's shoulder, he eyed Damien and shook his head at the question. “No, I don't think I’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing him on TV. He doesn't really have the face for it if you ask me. Maybe an STD commercial or something could work for him though. You know, be his big break into the industry,” he suggested with a shrug.

"Although I guess to get an STD, he would actually have to have the ability to get laid, so maybe not," he added, his eyes moving from his girlfriend to the desperate guy in front of them.













































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Damien Slater


Hahaha. Hardy harr harr. Slater was absolutely rolling with laughter at Dorian's joke -- no, really. Ignore the frown that his lips had taken on, and ignore the creasing of his eyebrows, and ignore the unamused glint to his eyes. Like really, just look past all of that, and you could clearly see that he was just absolutely dying from the pure cleverness of Dorian's joke. Hahaha -- STD commercial, real funny stuff this guy.

Fucking asshole.

Oh yeah, haha, joke about where his dick had been and what kind of diseases he clearly had. Wasn't like Slater hadn't heard that a thousand times before -- again, he hadn't nicknamed himself Slutter in the beginning -- this was fresh fucking joke material that Dorian was using.

Did he want a gold star? Round of applause for spinning the exact same joke everyone else had made?

Slater gave a curl of his lips, though, and let out a small laugh.

"Ha, yeah... very funny," he said, although his tone of voice was obviously dry. He sighed, rapping his knuckles on the table in front of him, more as a way to stop himself from just... punching the smug fucker in front of him than anything else. "To answer your question, I haven't been on television. I'm not an in front of the camera type of fella, ya know? Not like your boyfriend here who I think I recognize from ahh... hemorrhoid cream, yeah? You were the before dude." As he spoke, his eyebrows creased together as if he was trying to remember, and then his eyes lit up at that. He gave a smile at Dorian, before his attention turned straight back onto the hot brunette beside him.

"I do the actual cool shit. Put all of the fucking frames and shit together, edit it where need be," -- which wasn't really a lie, because he did do that, just... typically with cartoons and animated frames instead of actual people, although he'd played around with uhh... actual... video editing a couple of times, but uhh... that shit hadn't been put on television -- "so I'm always on the lookout for people that I can use. I prefer fresh, new faces in my stuff, not overused, washed out fucks like..." he looked towards Dorian, his lips drawing back as he inhaled sharply to indicate that he meant, well, Dorian, but without actually saying the fucker's name.

He couldn't be faulted if he didn't say the name, after all. That's how this shit worked.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the table in front of him, a smile on his face. "But it's fine, I don't gotta put you on television for your dance shit, it's cool." He leaned away from the table and held his hands up beside himself in defeat. "I get how it is, I'll find someone else to take that place and shit." He dropped his hands back down, and they lazily slid into his pockets with his thumbs looping through his belt loops. "If you know anyone interested, have them hit me up and shit, alright? It's a paid gig and everything. Pays pretty good."

As in, Kirby's dad would pay for this fake thing that Slater was weaving.

"I'll see you two around, I'm a busy man, after all," he wasn't, but he also wasn't going to waste his fucking time watching these two fucks be all mushy gushy over each other because blech, "nice to finally meet you in person, JJ." He gave her a nice smile but when his gaze turned to Dorian, his expression dropped. "Dorian."

And with that, he turned and headed out of the room.

Well tonight was turning out to be a fucking waste of fucking time.

At first, Damien's steps were taking him off in search of a way out of the dumb fucking school so he could smoke a cigarette, but at some point, he got fucking lost, and... well, it was a lock-in. No rules and shit. And there was surely no rule about smoking in a school, anyway, so...

He pulled a cigarette out and lit up and soon, the boy's lungs were filled with the familiar smoke.

He breathed in, and exhaled slowly.

And that's how he continued down the hallway, wandering fairly aimlessly. Cigarette in hand, knocking ash onto the tile as he walked along, his sure-footed steps taking him nowhere fast.




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playing...
DONTTRUSTME
by 3OH!3​




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N/A

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Dorian, JJ

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Soap Soap jasmyn jasmyn


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MOOD: on the warpath

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: school
basics
MENTIONS:
Charlie, Lin
INT:
Winona Winona (Adriane)
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tl;dr
Chas Marino
With his face stuffed into a file cabinet, hearing at the moment wasn't the easiest thing for Chas. Following his permission to call him out for being petty, he anticipated numerous pointed remarks insulting his intelligence. What he didn't expect was...

"I'm not going to laugh."

He didn't react immediately, scouring through a stack of sideways papers as he processed Adriane's casually-put response. After a few silent, pensive moments, he confirmed what he thought he'd heard. His first instinct was to assume he'd heard his friend incorrectly, so as he stood up and turned around, he met her gaze with a quizzical stare. His dubiousness flipflopped between mild offense and disbelief until he finally settled on the truth.

"You're not?" he responded, taken aback to say the least.

"Charlie Howell and her disgusting little boyfriend are blights on humanity," she stated, prompting a knowing nod from Chas. Not a hint of surprise crossed his face as she relayed the story of the couple's Twitter tag team terribleness. Leave it to sadistic Lin to probe Adriane for details on a little boy crying. What was his issue? Being a dick on Twitter doesn't make you any less of an ass than people who talk shit face to face.

"They think they're so funny," he hissed, "We'll give them something to laugh about. Tch. Saint Charlie..."

Having recovered from his minor shock at Adriane's compliance, he stepped over to the other side of the room. Box by box, he dug through the contents of a bookcase, his eyes hard and brows creased intently. The dust was unbearable, but they were fortunate enough to be raiding an office that was fairly regularly maintained. The lack of serious dust buildup made for an ease in covering up their presence, which put Chas a little bit at ease.

This plan had to work. Everything had to go exactly as he'd intended, for the unpredictability of every variable would drive him mad. He put himself on a clock, doubling the speed he flipped through documents in order to meet his own arbitrary time limit for staying in the office. He hated things out of his control. The vast foundation he'd laid for himself lay out in the open, so sensitive to crumbling that he had to bend over backwards to delay another nervous breakdown.

"Personally, I think it is a bit petty, and if it was anyone else, I may tease you for it. But Charlie deserves whatever's coming for her."

Chas looked back, sending Adriane a grateful smile. He was hesitant at first, but being able to rely on someone did well to lift the pressure a little. "Believe me, I will stop at nothing until I get what I want. She fucked everything up and all I got was a rushed, measly apology." When Chas said he'd been set back by the events that unfolded at that party, he meant it. The past month had thrusted him further into a confrontational gaze reminiscent only of his middle school years. At this point, the writer could hardly count how many times since Homecoming he'd been glued to his phone screen, aggressively tapping away as another one of his carbon copy critics bashed his appearance and talent.

Feeling himself getting worked up all over again, he let go of the topic and sent Adriane a "let's get back to work" nod.

Minutes passed by, and Chas cringed once he heard his roommate's surrendering admission.

"Nothing over here."

Dammit. That information had to be in there. Chas balled up his fists, cursing the IT department's elusive records. Surely the staff had these credentials on file somewhere. They were absolutely essential to daily life in the school. Why, Chas used his credentials every day to access his digital drafts. Adriane, being a birdbrained model with no talents other than applying lipstick, had likely missed something. She probably didn't use her password nearly as often. Just how could the sharp-tongued girl ever grasp the vital nature of H.A.'s intranet?

"Let me see," he snapped, raising an eyebrow. Hurriedly, he headed over to the row of file cabinets Adriane had been loitering around, roughly pulling and pushing them open. It was getting frustrating watching the early stages of his plan already falling apart. The end could never be this early. To give in because of a stupid hidden file would be a disgrace to all Chas had ever worked for.

And, whether by luck or by sheer will, the files in question presented themselves. Above both their heads was a stack of binders labeled "Student Login" burrowed up against an identical array of books and binders. "It's there. There it is!"

Stretching an arm upward, all Chas accomplished was nearly pulling a muscle. "Give me a hand," he ordered, dragging a desk chair from across the room to access the highest tier of the sturdy bookcase housing their mission's goal. He carefully stepped atop the wheeled chair, trusting Adriane to keep it steady as he struggled to lift the thick books downward.

"Are you trying to break my neck?" he griped, cutting his complaining short with a sharp gasp. The chair jerked to the side as Chas lifted a leg for balance, and he tumbled backwards with the chair, the heavy files raining atop the two schemers.
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Just to be clear Maeve wasn't looking forward to getting drunk, it wasn't in her plans nor in her intentions, but even if she wasn't a connoisseur of alcoholic beverages, she could easily say out loud that Felix had terrible taste, who would like straight liquor? Was it because it was cheap? Or easy to access, because after all they were not legally allowed to drink, but either way here they were and most likely the rest of the student was getting drunk on school grounds, but just like Felix said the more she drank the more she liked it, well, not really but since it seemed the direction of the conversation was about talking about their problems, she could at least try not to feel as she was about to breakdown, and just to make sure Maeve didn't use alcohol to cope with her problems, she only let herself took a bad decision this time.

Something in Felix's voice made Maeve believed that he was really sorry about her injury, listening to people feeling sorry for her was something that she got used to in the last couple of months, and it wasn't like she was against people expressing how they felt. But maybe she would feel a little bit better if they gave her words from encouragement rather than being sympathetic, she just wanted to move on and wanted people to help her believe that she could actually do, but maybe that was selfish of her.

"I don't mind staying in the dorms, is not that bad, sure is not like having your own place, but is not like is the end of the world staying another year in them, but just like you said not being around the people I started with, it feels just weird, I mean it's not like we just cut ties, but they have their own struggles now that they are in junior year and I have my own struggles by returning and repeating another year, and like I said I don't dislike my new group, they are really nice and welcoming or at least the ones I knew prior, but I sometimes feel I'm just meddling on their business while I try to fit in with them, I just think the whole change is a little bit overwhelming that I don't really know how to act and I'm sure most people would think I'm making a storm in a glass of water, but when you thought you had a plan and it changes so suddenly, is quite scary, you know?" She admitted as she let out a sigh, that was for sure starting to become the confession hour.

As Felix reassured her that she wasn't being petty, she gave him a sincerely smile, that's what she liked about Felix, he was someone that she could rely on, that wasn't full of himself or didn't try to solve your problems and acting like you have been all this time on the wrong because you didn't listen to him, he was just listening to Maeve rant about her feelings and how she really felt without feeling judged or that she was just a drama queen. "I really had been holding in, I mean I didn't want to worry my parents when I was back home or see that I was struggling, I guess that I just wanted to prove that I was getting better, that if everyone saw I was doing alright then I would believe that I was actually doing fine and that I can continue, but pretending that everything is okay sooner or later would bring their consequences and that is what scares that I'll go back to this cycle and I'll try to put all this pressure again on my back while I try to not worry the rest and only showing glimpses on how I really feel because I'm usually the person that tries to cheer everyone else, so I need to be them for them rather than bothering with my problems, but you know is really nice to have someone to talk to, without feeling judged, so it makes me happy to be here with you just talking even if we are sharing this horrible alcohol, but I'll take what we have" she said with a small giggle at the end before she took another sip of the flask "Yup I still find it disgusting"


As the last pair of questions from Felix were spoken, Maeve was glad he was letting her say what she said it was comfortable for her, as he asked him about the Arts Festival, she also wondered if things would change now that she was back, she started moving up and down her foot that used to be injured just to make sure there wasn't any pain as she thought of her response "Well, I don't think I'll be able to participate in a lot of things at least for the meantime, I'm cleared to dance again so I can still participate, but I'm not sure if it would be too rushed since I'm sure everyone has started rehearsing and I don't want to hold them back, but I would love to participate, even if I had to hold myself back on some things until I feel more secure to push my foot a little bit more" She said as she returned to look at him.

"But what about you? What do you have planned for the arts festival? Or is too amateur for you Mr. I went to shoot a movie?" She said with a small laugh "Also talking about shooting a movie, are you able to say something or you are under contract of not spoiling anything?
Location: gym | Mood: thank you for listening
Outift: Here | Interactions: Felix ( ohdittoh ohdittoh )
Maeve Anneliese Ackerman


Code by Stardust Galaxy​
 



















evelyn sinclaire



the fashionista ~ 18 ~ senior












“There’s, like…there’s no other place to go, so I’m here.”

It was an appropriate response especially considering that it was the same reason that Evie had retreated to the school restroom. There was nowhere else to go, and it wasn't like they could leave; that's why it was a lock-in after all. Of course, her boyfriend did have the keys, so if she had really wanted to go, then she probably could've.

Evie just didn't want him telling her how if she had minded her business, then she might not have stumbled on something she didn't want to see. That wasn't what the brunette needed to hear right now. Maybe he wouldn't say that; perhaps he would actually just let her vent, or he'd say all the right things, but she couldn't take that chance right now. The last thing she needed was another fight with someone she cared about.

“If you wanted something juicier, like a fucking...positive pregnancy test or something...” a pause as she sniffled, "It's nothing like that. It's just, like...'Nickie's sad and pathetic and self-destructive' and...it's, like...nothing...new."

Had Evelyn gotten into it with Nickie on Twitter before? Yes. Had she poked at the younger girl over the circulating rumors of a pregnancy? Yes again. She wasn't here to gossip, though. And she honestly didn't even give a damn if Nickie was or wasn't pregnant, although she thought that it'd be ridiculous if she were when she had a whole career ahead of her—throwing that away over a high school sweetheart? Get a grip.

“Why the fuck are you here? — Did you come to watch me break down so you could feel better about yourself?”

As Nickie jumped to her feet, Evie moved out of the way and walked over to the sinks to lean back against one. Was this girl serious? "I didn't even know you were in here. If I wanted to watch you have a meltdown, then why didn't I just leave you on the disgusting floor to drown in your tears?' she asked, rolling her eyes as she spoke.

News flash, Nickie, you cry like 20 times a week. Not a surprise.

“Or did something happen to you, too?”

"Let's see; I just found out that the two people closest to me are about as trustworthy as a scam artist on Hollywood Boulevard. They've been sneaking around behind my back and lying to my face for who knows how long. The best part? I only found out because I found them topless on a dirty biology room floor after some top-secret whore session. Landon and Gen...." she let out a laugh though it wasn't funny.

"Talk about a plot twist, right?" she added nonchalantly.

Her eyes traveled over to her ex-friend and she realized that she was really sitting here venting to the worst person possible. Anyone who knew Nickie was aware that she wasn't exactly the type of girl you want to spill your guts to because she just had this habit of telling EVERYONE. Not an exaggeration. If you expected Nickie to actually keep a secret for you then you were going to be disappointed.

Evie knew this, but she also didn't care. It wasn't like the whole thing was a secret anymore anyway since they were only hiding it from her and, well, cats out of the fucking bag on that. "Go on. I'm sure you can't wait to get on Twitter and xoxo gossip girl your heart out. Let all of HA know that Evelyn Sinclaire is hiding out in a restroom because her brother and best friend stabbed her in the back. At least I'm not crying about it or whatever."











































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Adriane Holloway


Ugh, disgusting.

For a moment there, it had almost felt as if they were... bonding over a mutual hatred of Charlie. And hopefully it had been her pure imagination, but Chas had almost... seemed... grateful for her assistance in this? Which was just enough sentiment to make Adriane's nose wrinkle up in pure disgust. Like, eww, she was about to puke from the warm feeling in the room -- even if that warm feeling was hardly lukewarm.

Thankfully, any kind of disgusting sentimental garble was ended when Chas returned to his usual bitchy attitude. Obviously, the weight of his little plan was starting to weigh on him, as the tiny little man snapped and came shuffling over to her side of the room. Adriane simply rolled her eyes and stepped back.

She leaned against the principal's desk, one hand going back to rest on the edge, while she brought her other hand up so that she could examine her nails. Of course, they were perfect as always, but at least examining them gave her something to do other than watching Chas whine and complain as he searched for the passwords.

"It's there. There it is!" Chas' shrill voice called out.

Adriane lifted her gaze away from her nails to look at Chas, her eyebrows rising up in a brief moment of surprise that he'd actually managed to find what he wanted.

And then she watched as Chas tried to reach up to grab at the binder, but the short little boy was a few inches too short. She pressed a hand over her mouth to cover the smile that growing and to also try and stifle the laughter that was bubbling up, but... well, yeah, she laughed audibly. But come on, it was just so hilarious to watch tiny little Chas try to reach something that was far over his head while he refused to ask Adriane for help.

Adriane who, normally, was quite tall but who, with her eccentric heels, was even taller and probably would've been able to reach the exact thing he wanted with very little effort. And yeah, sure, she could've stepped over and grabbed it down for him, but watching him struggle was just so much more entertaining. Plus, well, if he wanted her help? He could ask. Adriane wasn't the type to go out of her way to help people.

Eventually, Chas seemed to realize that it was a hopeless cause, because he stopped stretching for something clearly out of his reach. "Give me a hand," he ordered, but instead of having Adriane again just... go over and reach up and grab the file, he instead rushed over to grab the desk chair and pushed it over in front of the bookshelf.

Literally, a horrible idea. Even Adriane could see just how bad of an idea it was, but she sighed and steadied the chair for him with one hand as he stepped up into it. Look, the last thing she needed was Chas falling and, like, breaking his neck or something with her in the room.

Everyone would probably assume she got fed up with his attitude.

However, Chas' shuffling caused the chair to consistently wobble and shake underneath his weight, despite Adriane's best attempts to keep it steady. She was starting to get irritated when--

"Are you trying to break my neck?" he griped.

When he opened his mouth.

And at the end of his words, she narrowed her eyes, and gave the chair a slight shove before letting go and leaning back against the bookshelf, her arms crossing over her chest.

Except that it didn't work as planned, and instead of Chas just wobbling for a moment, he came tumbling down from the bookshelf with half of the binders coming down with him.

Adriane ducked and covered her head as the binders came raining down, her eyes squeezing shut as a couple fell into her back and then collapsed to the ground around her.

Once the metaphorical dust had settled, she brought her arms down and opened her eyes again. She blinked for a moment, her gaze catching on the binders that were now scattered across the floor, and her jaw fell open in mild shock, before her gaze rested on Chas, who was clearly responsible for this whole mess.

"Oh my god, Chas," she hissed. "What the hell were you thinking? How are we-- Oh my god, you're so clumsy. Why did you drag down everything? Do you want to get caught?"

Her voice was dripping with venom, and yes, she was completely ignoring the fact that she kind of had a... well... really small part, in the end, in what had just transpired.

The model fell to her knees to start cleaning up the binders, but she paused, looking over at her Chas.

"What were you planning for Charlie again? Like... there's no way we could blame this on her, is there?"

Like, at least that would get them out of having to clean up.



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playing...
Fuck You
by Lily Allen​




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N/A

interactions
Chas

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dominicka abrams
have you heard?


“Let’s see,” Evie started, and Nickie dropped her hands to her sides, eyeing her ex-friend curiously and stepping further out of the stall. She leaned against the left side of the opening, her free hand against the lock so that it didn’t scratch her. “I just found out that the two people closest to me are about as trustworthy as a scam artist on Hollywood Boulevard. They’ve been sneaking around behind my back and lying to my face for who knows how long.”

Nickie’s brows raised, and her eyes widened. “You’re kidding,” she said, her lips parted with shock.

“The best part? I only found out because I found them topless on a dirty biology room floor after some top-secret whore session,” Evie said.

“No way,” Nickie said, walking out from the bathroom stall to push herself onto the sink counter and seat herself between two sinks near the end of the line.

“Landon and Gen. Talk about a plot twist, right?” Evie finished with a laugh.

Nickie’s jaw slowly dropping further as she processed the information, and she let out a long, drawn-out gasp. “No way,” she repeated.

This was the kind of gossip that went beyond gossip. This was some blackmail-level shit.

“Landon and Gen…,” she said slowly, and then she rolled her eyes. “I could’ve seen it coming.” She looked at Evie again, sniffling and then shaking her head. Her brows knit together, a look of pity and curiosity in her glossy, red eyes. Her voice was hoarse and tired as she continued, worn out from her crying and her screaming. “But oh my God, that has to really suck for you. Did they, like…legit not say anything to you? Like, no signs or anything? Nothing even kind of suspicious?” She cocked her head slightly. “You just walked in and found them with their tits out…? Like, all at once? Ouch.” She grimaced.

Her eyes trailed off from Evie to stare at the dull, dreary scenery around them, her gaze alight with an odd mix of sympathy, curiosity, and satisfaction— the same looks that she tended to get when she heard any juicy gossip, though this time, the emotion was a bit more hazy and toned down and had a sprinkle of her previous emotion in it.

She felt Evie’s eyes on her, so she looked back at her ex-friend, her brows knitting together.

"Go on,” Evie said. “I’m sure you can't wait to get on Twitter and xoxo gossip girl your heart out. Let all of HA know that Evelyn Sinclaire is hiding out in a restroom because her brother and best friend stabbed her in the back. At least I'm not crying about it or whatever."

Nickie blinked. “Yeah, that comment wasn’t fucking necessary,” she deadpanned, her brows unknitting, and she looked away from Evie. She sniffled, and then she wiped her nose with a soft groan. “I’m not, like, a total fucking bitch. I’m not gonna do that.” She let out a soft scoff, and then she smiled over at Evie. “I only tell people’s shit if it’s interesting,” she said, though her tired voice made it come off less like a dig and more like an admission.

She sighed softly. Laying it all out on the table, she guessed. Sure, why the hell not at this point. “Plus, if I said that, everyone’d wanna know why I knew, and then everyone would find out that I yelled at my boyfriend because he said he loved me, more or less,” she said. Fuck it, if Evie knew, she’d know. Nickie was too tired to care. “Like…no one comes into this tucked-away, rundown entrance to hell-of-a-bathroom if they can keep from it. Two b’s: you come in here for a blowjob or to breakdown.” She held up two fingers, and then sighed deeply, rubbing her itchy, sore eyes.

She pushed off of the counter, dropping her feet onto the floor and turning to look at herself in the mirror for the first time since the night began.

Her heart froze at the sight, and then she groaned, leaning closer and sniffling deeply. “Shit,” she whined, reaching up to touch at her raccoon-ed eyes. “Holy shit, I look like hell.”

She looked over at Evie’s reflection in the long mirror. “Don’t comment about that, either,” she said tiredly. “I still look better than any time you styled me.”

The harshness of the comment was lost in the drainedness of her voice.

Nickie, for once, was too tired for a catfight.

“God…,” she groaned, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to make things better but only succeeding in rubbing more around.

She turned to the other girl. “Evie,” she said with a sigh, “I’m going to ask you two things, so, like…here’s your opportunity to tear me to fucking shreds if you want to, but…one…” She sighed. “Have I always been this goddamn…pathetic?” Her question was laced with self-disgust. “And, before you answer that, question two: do you, like…have any makeup on you?”




mood
talking...i guess

location
no longer the floor

outfit
casual wear





playing...
oh god
by mothica​




mentions
gen, landon, & hunter

interactions
evie

tags
jasmyn jasmyn


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MOOD: friends!!!!

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: school
basics
MENTIONS:
n/a

INT:
Winona Winona (Zeph, Casey)
jasmyn jasmyn (Cami)
geminiy geminiy (Bella)
Xed Xed (Avery)
ohdittoh ohdittoh (Kelli)
tags
TL;DR no
tl;dr
Veronica Crosby
Ronnie waved a somber goodbye to Zeph, keeping up a reassuring smile as he fumbled his way out of their interaction. He was uncomfortable and a part of her knew he couldn't stay. Things were alright, the two of their had aired out that much.

Still, the whole thing was kind of... blah, and even though the tall boy promised they'd see each other again soon, he didn't really mean it. It was a bit too much to expect him to be so easygoing after all that, which Ronnie tried her best to understand. All it really felt like was that she knew she was supposed to understand and the conversation they'd just endured was actually a positive outcome.

But, well... that was it. Their relationship was from then on inexplicably weird, operating under the unspoken rule that the weirdness was invisible, not to be acknowledged.

She watched Zeph's towering form shrunk further and further away in the hall, only animating when the faint sound of Lin echoed on the other side. Well, at least he wasn't lying. He did have better things to do.

Heaving a sigh, the downtrodden girl stood still in contemplation, only lifted out of her blah-ness by a ping from her cell phone. She jumped, then turned around to see whether or not any onlooking teenagers had witnessed her moment of embarrassing fear.

Fortunately, there were not, and she squinted at her phone to read:

Hey ronnie! hey im in the gym rn! Im close to the doors! hey if ur free u should come and find me! If ur not its fine but i really think u will wanna come ❤️✨🌈 hugs! Smell u later!

Signed, Kelli Phelan. Fifteen seconds ago.

Well, okay!

Tapping away at lightning speed, the redhead replied:

COMING :hornskiss:

With nothing but a place and a face to find, Ronnie made short work of her path to the gym. Finally, the real party was about to start. Kelli, her fledgling little socialite, had already surpassed her in spreading her wings and flapping in the wind like a hulking, social Mothra.

Once inside, Ronnie immediately laid eyes upon her cheery roommate. She'd been expecting maybe a plus one or two, but four other people living it up with her? How had she missed the memo!? Hardly any of these people did she actually recognize beyond a couple faces from brief interactions online, but judging by their shared smiles, they seemed like a much preferable crowd than Ronnie, herself, and she.

Well, the guy she especially recognized, since he and the girl were obvious celebrities; what teenager wasn't obsessed with at least one of the Clairmonts? As a testament to her airheaded nature, she almost completely forgot to be star-struck. It had perhaps helped that she'd spoken to Casey Clairmont on Twitter earlier in the night, and come to the realization that celebrities are, well, people, too. He wasn't all he cracked up to be from television.

No offense!

Still, it was a little freeing not to have to worry about impressing any boys for the night. The only other boy was very clearly a boy, and Ronnie's tastes shied away from guys that had growing up to do. It was the sensible thing to do. After catching up with Zeph, now was the time to let loose. It felt all the more special that Kelli had personally invited her, too.

"Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello!" she chirped, nodding her head to each of the kids standing beside Kelli, "What's the haps? So how about that airline food, am I right or am I right?" She giggled at her ridiculousness, finding ease in breaking the ice without the need to hold up any male-charming veils.

She was an actress. Not only did Ronnie have a stage presence, but she'd spoken to crowds and been thrusted into unfamiliar social settings numerous times in her life. In normal high school, she'd have even contended for one of the most socially confident girls around. And that wasn't even tooting her own horn—it was really true. Lighthearted interactions like this came easy. Of course, it helped that Kelli had invited her to join a circle of friendly faces, too.

"Kelli! You didn't tell me you were besties with Casey and Camille Clairmont!" she teased, actually somewhat confused how she'd made their acquaintance in the first place, "And two more? Veronica Crosby, pleased to make your acquaintance." She curtsied with an invisible dress. "Ronnie for short." She winked at the small boy, then flipped her hair with an infectious giggle at the girl beside him.

The small girl cast a sideways glance at Casey, grinning as the familiarity of their online interactions returned to her. There was some sort of date on the table, but some of it seemed to be in a humorous context? Casey liked to joke a lot. He said a lot of outlandish things. It wasn't cute, but it was definitely funny!

She hoped they could become good chums.
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Ashton West


It was stories, and times like this, that Ash was reminded of just how little she knew about the boy beside her. Like, the boy that was her boyfriend, which like... she should've known him almost as well as she knew Eli, at the very least, but... he was still a total enigma to her, even two weeks into their relationship.

But there was also this like... this little part of her that liked it. That liked the getting to listen to his stories, without knowing how they ended.

She stretched her legs out in front of her, relaxing more as the evening's earlier events just started to become a distant, blurry memory.

“I dunno,” he said after a moment, and he sighed softly, cracking a quick-fading grin. “I was, uh, thinkin’ of sayin’ the bottom of the ocean. I do figure it’d be pretty feckin’ neat, though. Ya know, ta go down there an’ jus’ sit among some fish who’ve never seen yer kind before. Down there’s something people’ve just never seen before, an’ to be the first to see it would be the biggest braggin’ rights, don’t you think?” He chuckled softly, and then shook his head. “But…I think I’m probably tooooo, uhh…” He slowly smiled. “How do I put it? Uh…I think I like the vague idea of that more than I’d actually like to go there, an’ the more I think about it, the more the idea stresses me out. Ya get one puncture in yer submarine or you piss off the wrong deep sea creature an’ it’s lights out for you. Nasty way to go, too. I’d rather not be eviscerated by unknown species if I can keep from it.”

She rolled her eyes as she looked away from him, her eyes focusing on her hands clasped together in her lap. And although yeah, she'd rolled her eyes, there was still a smile on her face. Because the entire thing, even down to the explanation, was all just... very Trevor, and she couldn't explain it.

Of course he'd think about the bad ways that one could die in the depths of the ocean, instead of focusing on the actual experience. Like... wouldn't the experience outweigh any potential negatives that could come out of it? That's... well, that's at least how she viewed it.

"You could go down in the ummm... like, the history books or whatever as being the guy that found... like... the Sean Salmon ten thousand feet under water," she teased lightly.

“I think,” he started again, “that I’d like ta go home, too.”

Her smile died away a bit, and she glanced over to look at him. Hearing that he'd want to go home, too? It didn't do much to help her own homesickness, and her lips pursed together into a frown.

She drew one leg back up, her arms lazily wrapping around it as she laid her cheek against the top of her knee, while she listened to him speak.

“Not stealin’ yer idea, no,” he clarified, “but…I dunno.”

Yeah... no, she wasn't surprised by his response. If you asked most of the students attending the school, Ash suspected that a good amount of their responses would be home. It was just... easy... to get overwhelmed with the high expectations of the school's atmosphere, and also just--

Home just felt easier.

“I’m, uh, not the same as you, with the whole memories with friends things. I only hung out with my ‘friends’ over the lake durin’ school hours. I think one time, Jack visited my place, but that was it. He broke our faucet off, so Nana didn’t let me have him over again, and he was really my only decent friend over there. Everyone else, I told to piss off every other day.”

A question rested on the tip of her tongue -- a "how did you not have any friends?" -- but she thought better than to ask it, instead swallowing the question and just listened to him speak.

Ash didn't get it, though -- the people that had, like, no friends, or the people who only had one or two or three friends. Like sure, she understood only have a handful of close friends, but to only have that many friends and no more... it was like... Ash just didn't understand. She didn't understand what you'd do with your time -- like parties and everything just had to be boring without a drove of people to talk to.

Tack that onto the list of things that the two didn't have in common.

Right, listening, which was taking up about all of her concentration. Trevor was talking about home, but not with his grandparents -- his parents, which she like... briefly recalled him mentioning that they were dead when they'd been settled on that balcony on Halloween night.

Her lips twitched into a smile as he spoke, listening to his little story about the typewriter, and his first novel -- well, novel. As much of a novel as one could write when they were a child.

The air felt heavy now with memories.

“And after that,” he continued, “I’d spend at least two or three days after school doin’ nothin’ but writin’…an’ I jus’ remember the feelin’, y’know. Like you said…everything felt so…easy there. Like…time was gone, an’ life was gone, an’ it was jus’ me, myself, I, the typewriter, an’ the occasional after school snack.”

"So you've umm... always wanted to be like... a writer," she commented as she lifted her head from her knee, the small smile still settled on her face. "That's cute."

And, like, nice. To be that sure of something like your future for so long.

Ash was a little jealous -- she wished that she could be that sure in her own career.

“So ya grew up in New York…?” he asked. “That’s…on the other coast, right? Did you…what, did you live there your whole life?” He paused another moment. “Was it much different than here?”

She glanced over at him, her lips parted slightly to speak, although no words came out at first as she gave a shake of her head and looked back across the room at the other wall.

"It was..." she sucked in a deep breath, holding it tightly in her lungs for a moment, before exhaling slowly. "Yeah, umm... born and raised. We lived in this ummm... like, this house kind of on the outside, and it's... it's bigger than here." She said with a small laugh. "Like there's just... more... people. More... everything, and it like... it snows there, and I think... I think that's what I probably miss the most, other than like... the couple friends I still left behind."

Because, well, most of her friends were in Los Angeles, attending the school with her. It was the biggest driving factor for Ash deciding to come to this school in the first place, other than like... well, other than the pushing that her mother had done.

However, talking about back home? It wasn't doing much to help her already sour mood, and she could feel a lump starting to grow in her throat as she thought back to the city. Her eyebrows drew together for a moment, her lips turning downwards into a frown, and she dropped her gaze to look back at her hands.

This conversation kind of sucked.

"Hey," she started quietly and glanced back over at him, a faint smile returning to her lips. "Thanks," she murmured, "for not... like... leaving, I guess. Like finding me, and staying here until I... well... until I calmed down, and I'm uhh... I'm sorry, for acting like... that." Well, she was sorry that he'd found her like that.

"How drunk are you?" She asked, as she held her hand out expectantly for the bottle of vodka.




mood
mood mood mood

location
location location location

outfit
outfit outfit outfit





playing...
Cough Syrup
by Young The Giant​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Trevor

tags
ohdittoh ohdittoh


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felix rian emmerson
pleasure's all mine


"I don't mind staying in the dorms, is not that bad, sure is not like having your own place, but is not like is the end of the world staying another year in them,” Maeve began to answer, “but just like you said not being around the people I started with, it feels just weird, I mean it's not like we just cut ties, but they have their own struggles now that they are in junior year and I have my own struggles by returning and repeating another year, and like I said I don't dislike my new group, they are really nice and welcoming or at least the ones I knew prior, but I sometimes feel I'm just meddling on their business while I try to fit in with them, I just think the whole change is a little bit overwhelming that I don't really know how to act and I'm sure most people would think I'm making a storm in a glass of water, but when you thought you had a plan and it changes so suddenly, is quite scary, you know?"

Felix shook his head, brows knit and lips pressed into a firm, sympathetic line. “Yeah, no, I totally get it,” he said. “I can’t say I’ve been through what you’re goin’ through, but I can imagine. It’s gotta feel really lonely. I mean, I’ve tried to hang with some sophomores before— it makes me feel ancient.” He chuckled. “Y’know, like some…weird uncle, tryin’ to relate to the new an’ hip generation and just kinda fallin’ flat. It kinda feels like bein’ the one left outta an inside joke, ‘cept it’s more than just a joke. Even though they’re just a year below us, y’know…ya haven’t been through the same experiences as them, or at least not at the same time as them, an’ it feels kinda like you’re on the outside lookin’ in, ‘cept you forced your way inside an’ you’re tellin’ them, ‘I’m your problem now, you’re stuck with me’, an’ they’re reluctantly havin’ you on board.”

(Yeah, Felix was pullin’ stuff outta his ass, as per usual, but he did feel sorry for her, and he didn’t wanna just say “that sucks” because, yeah, that sucked, but that sucks wasn’t much comfort.)

He shook his head. “But I can’t even imagine how it feels to…y’know, be…around that all the time.” He made random gestures with his hands, as he tended to do when he spoke for very long. “To have to kinda…I’unno, deal with feelin’ like an outsider the whole time when you should be just gettin’ welcomed back in. You couldn’t help your injury, y’know— or at least, you couldn’t’ve expected it or known it was comin’. It’s really unfair that you gotta go through this, like it’s some kinda…punishment."

He sighed softly. “An’ it’s worse than that, I know, ‘cuz…yeah, you’re used to bein’ around us juniors all the time, an’ not bein’ around us all the time makes you less connected to us, which means ya gotta be havin’ a harder time keepin’ in contact with us. I mean, no offense to my fellow classmates. Most of ‘em are lovely people, but…people really don’t put in much effort, even if you reach out first. They just don’t care— which is a cryin’ shame, by the way. You’re a lovely person, an’ the people who don’t wanna talk to you just because it’s a bit harder than it was before are really missin’ out.”

He gave her a small, encouragin’ grin and continued. “But it’s the way people are. You can kinda come to expect it. It’s sad it’s that way, but it is how it is. So…I guess you’re gettin’ separated from us in that way, too.” He sighed again. “I’m really sorry.”

She gave him a sincere smile, and he smiled back. "I really had been holding in,” she said. “I mean I didn't want to worry my parents when I was back home or see that I was struggling, I guess that I just wanted to prove that I was getting better, that if everyone saw I was doing alright then I would believe that I was actually doing fine and that I can continue, but pretending that everything is okay sooner or later would bring their consequences and that is what scares that I'll go back to this cycle and I'll try to put all this pressure again on my back while I try to not worry the rest and only showing glimpses on how I really feel because I'm usually the person that tries to cheer everyone else, so I need to be them for them rather than bothering with my problems, but you know is really nice to have someone to talk to, without feeling judged, so it makes me happy to be here with you just talking even if we are sharing this horrible alcohol, but I'll take what we have.” She gave a small giggle, then took a drink from the flask. "Yup I still find it disgusting.”

Felix let out a hearty laugh. “It’ll get better as the night wears on,” he promised, grinnin’. “Just give it time.”

He paused, his grin fadin’ slightly. “I’m glad I can be of some kinda help,” he said genuinely. “It’s really the least I can do— hear you out, after not talkin’ to you for so long.” He shook his head. “Sorry about that. But there’s no need to put on a face to please other people. So what if they think you’re a downer? Actin’ happy all the time when you really aren’t just makes a person more unhappy. It’s okay to not feel good, even if other people don’t think it is. It’s okay to be sufferin’. You don’t need to think about pleasin’ people; you just need to take care of yourself first.”

That was true, but Felix was kinda preachin’ to himself there, too.

Finally, she answered his question about the Arts Fest. "Well, I don't think I'll be able to participate in a lot of things at least for the meantime,” she said. “I’m cleared to dance again so I can still participate, but I'm not sure if it would be too rushed since I'm sure everyone has started rehearsing and I don't want to hold them back, but I would love to participate, even if I had to hold myself back on some things until I feel more secure to push my foot a little bit more.”

He reached his hand out for the flask. He took it and swallowed a quick swig, then offered it to her again. “Makes a lotta sense.” He gave her a grin. “I’m sure whatever you do’ll be awesome. You’re the kinda girl who’s got that quality.”

"But what about you?” Maeve asked. “What do you have planned for the arts festival? Or is too amateur for you Mr. I went to shoot a movie?" She laughed, and he chuckled. "Also talking about shooting a movie, are you able to say something or you are under contract of not spoiling anything?”

“Oh, I’m workin’ on a film with an old bud of mine,” Felix said, grinnin’ and wavin’ his hand, feignin’ mild humility. “It’s nothin’ really big or anything, but it’s definitely fun to work on. Dunno if you know the guy I’m workin’ with, but…Damien Slater? Does that ring a bell?” He cocked his head slightly at her, then chuckled with a shake of his head. “He’s a new student, so you might not know him, but the dude’s an amazing animator. Seriously, I don’t get how his hands can do that kinda shit, y’know? It’s like you an’ your dancin’. All I do as an actor is take other people’s art, but y’all? Y’all’re out here makin’ your own stuff with your own bodies and your own hands. Hell, even if it’s someone else’s choreography, every time you perform it’s different, y’know?”

Felix chuckled slightly, bringin’ his hands up to talk with them. “Slater’s shy about his work, though. Thinks it isn’t…psht, manly enough or somethin’. I mean, I love the guy, I really do, but he’s got this thing. Basically, it goes like this: if he doesn’t think it’ll get him laid, then he’ll spent the next fifty minutes talkin’ about how dumb somethin’ is. ‘Course, if a girl— or a dude— is like, ‘oh that’s so hot’, then he’ll spend the next three hours talkin’ it up.” He laughed. “He’s just that kinda guy, y’know?”

(Yes, Felix bullied his friends in casual conversation, but it was for a good cause: distraction.)

(Okay, and it was just fun to do, too.)

“Anyway, I’m voice actin’ for a short film he’s animatin’,” Felix continued with a wave of his hand. “I think that he also might be havin’ another guy help with it, but I’m not sure. I mean, I wouldn’t blame him if he is— animatin’ a whole short film by yourself sounds like absolute hell, and that’s comin’ from someone with no experience in animation whatsoever. I mean, I’m probably not even considerin’ half of what he’s gotta do.” He chuckled.

He held his hand out for the flask, took another swig from the flask, and passed it back again. “And about my movie…uhh…” He paused, tappin’ on his chin. “Well, there’s probably somethin’ in some kinda clause that I can’t remember that says I can’t talk about it, but…” He chuckled, wavin’ his hand dismissively. “It’s not like you’re gonna release this to the press— an’ if you are, an’ this was some kinda elaborate scheme to get the plot of my movie outta me, then I’m damn impressed,” he kidded with a laugh. “Uh, but do I wanna spoil it is the question…hmm…?” He tapped on his chin again.

He looked over at her finally, grinnin’. “Well, I can tell you who I play. I play this brother, caught in a love triangle with some kinda dead girl. It’s, uh, not told in chronological order— it’s kinda told backwards. Chanel Clairmont— dunno if you know her, but she’s a new student here— plays the girl, and Landon Sinclaire— again, no idea if you know the names, so they probably just sound like gibberish— is my brother.” He smiled broadly. “Great people, really, and the movie’s pretty damn brilliant, if I have to say so myself— though it might not mean much, comin’ from a country bumpkin like myself. But hey, hicks have opinions too, y’know.” He laughed.

(He was really downplayin’ it and simplifyin’ it, but hey.)

“The thing premieres in…March, I believe, or at least some month starting with M,” he said. “I could probably hook you up with some exclusive tickets, if you want them— but no promises. Sometimes Hollywood people real tightasses.” He grinned. “But hey, I’ll see what I can do.”

He shifted his backpack, looking through his bag for something else. “So, Maeve,” he asked as he did, “we’ve been kinda negative so far, so I wanna know: what’s your favorite thing about being back in Hollywood?”




mood
catchin' up

location
the gym

outfit
somethin' casual





playing...
take a slice
by glass animals​




mentions
damien, chanel, & landon

interactions
maeve

tags
Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy


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trevor callaghan
feckin' fuck off


“So you’ve ummm…always wanted to be like…a writer,” Ash said. “That’s cute.”

Trevor turned his head towards her, his brows knitting. “What?” he asked, her words taking a moment to register as he came out of his nearly-dreamy state of nostalgia. When it clicked, he chuckled, looking away from her as his face relaxed. “Cute,” he repeated. "Don’t hear that much.”

That slipped out.

He looked down at the bottle again and laughed softly. “Yeah, pretty much always wanted to be a writer,” he answered. “I had this teacher who was an author of some self-help books in primary school.” HIs accent came through more than usual on the word primary, turning it into prime-ree. “I thought he was the coolest.” His brows furrowed. “I think he’s in jail now.”

He chuckled. “I’ve always…yeah, writing’s always been my dream job. Except for the phase when I wanted ta be a chess player.” He paused a moment. “An’ the time I convinced myself I could be a landscaper.”

RIP, Mrs. O’Connor’s garden bed. It was an eyesore, anyway, and no one ever had the gall to tell the cranky old hag. Little seven-year-old Trevor, armed with a pair of shears that he nearly cut his thumb off with, had done the neighborhood a favor.

They should have thanked him instead of taken away his shearing privileges.

“Weird times,” he concluded, and then he remembered something else. “Oh, an’ freshman year when I threatened to learn guitar, drop out of school, and join a hippie commune.”

He’d learned how to play four chords before giving up. Now, a cheap guitar lay dejectedly in the corner of his room, never to be touched again (besides to be obsessively dusted).

(If you asked him at a party, yes, he could play guitar— he just wouldn’t, because he didn’t want to show off.)

He turned his head towards her as she began to answer his question about where she came from. Her eyes were focused on the wall across from them. “It was…” She drew in a breath, held it, and then slowly let it out.

Shite, was he not supposed to ask that?

“Yeah, umm…born and raised,” Ash said finally. “We lived in this ummm…like, this house kind of on the outside, and it’s…it’s bigger than here.” She gave a small laugh. “Like there’s just…more…people. More…everything, and it like…it snows there, and I think…I think that’s what I probably miss the most, other than like…the couple friends I still left behind.”

He nodded, his eyes trailing to look at the wall, too, and he didn’t really know what to say. He fell quiet for a moment, and he began to rub the bottle with his thumb again.

“Hey,” Ash started, and he looked over at her.

“Hello,” he said, which was probably the feckin’ dumbest response to that.

A faint smile returned to her lips. “Thanks,” she murmured, “for not…like…leaving, I guess. Like finding me, and staying here until I…well…until I calmed down, and I’m uhh…I’m sorry, for acting like…that.”

He studied her expression for a long moment after she finished speaking, not saying a word.

She’d been entirely alone before he’d come, and that she’d sat crying in the floor.

If he hadn’t come, someone else would’ve, and it probably would’ve been better for her, and probably less…weird than “hi, I’m your perpetually-stressed boyfriend who you barely know but constantly bicker with, lemme help you”, but…

Well, that wasn’t what he’d done, had he? He hadn’t really done any helping. He’d just…sat here, and he’d gotten her a chair, and he’d gotten her some tissues, and he’d drank from her bottle. It really wasn’t anything.

It seemed to be something to her, though, and…

Well, Trevor didn’t know. He didn’t get told thanks very often. He didn’t really know how to take it.

“You’re welcome,” he said. His voice betrayed a bit of his confusion. In his buzzedness— tipsiness?— he was losing his grip on his ability to mask his feelings very well.

He looked over at her. “But you’re…sorry? For actin’ like…what? For…cryin’ and gettin’ drunk in the floor of a random classroom?” He gave her a small, encouraging smile. “Sounds like a regular Saturday night for me,” he laughed. “You don’t have to apologize for that.”

"How drunk are you?" Ash asked, holding her hand out— presumably for the bottle.

“Hardly,” Trevor said, glancing down at her hand. “On a scale? Er…barely.”

Good job.

“Not drunk enough to want to share,” he added with a chuckle, and he took a swig of the drink. It didn’t go down any easier, but it was much more enjoyable than before— probably thanks to its effects. He held it out for her to take. “Why? You testin’ my alcohol tolerance? I’m a bred an’ born Irishman, darlin’,” he teased lightly.




mood
...

location
a classroom

outfit
something casual





playing...
the funeral
by band of horses​




mentions
n/a

interactions
ash

tags
Winona Winona


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Hunter Drake


This night fucking sucked.

No, it not only sucked, but it sucked harder than M. Night Shyamalan's After Earth. Now that was a terrible movie.

Yeah, fuck this Lock-In shit.

No, that wasn’t the only thing that had Hunter jilted. Of course, thinking about After Earth made him mad because it ruined two of his favorite things from the 90s: M. Night Shyamalan and Will Smith. No, he was mad for a lot of reasons. He was furious at Ash for not telling him why she was so terrible to Nickie. He was furious at everyone for taking her side when she was the coward for not telling him in private.

Look, it wasn’t his fault he had to resort to desperate measures. He took it public and still got nothing.

Yeah, as he walked inside the school, hindsight was a mother-- He realized he probably shouldn’t have acted out of pure anger when he DM’d her. He realized that he shouldn’t have taken all of his frustrations that stemmed from his fight with Nickie, his girlfriend(?), out on probably one of the only people at this miserable school that ever gave a damn about him. Even after he proved he was a shitty person like everyone else thought.

Like Lin thought. Like Charlie--or was it Ricardo? -- thought of him. Like everyone who was anyone thought.

But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the aftermath and having the benefit of partial hindsight. The worst part was knowing that, no matter how badly he fucked up and maybe even lost a sister because of his stupidity, Hunter couldn’t bring himself to think about Nickie. Because thinking about Nickie only made him want to punch a wall. Thinking about how things were left between the two of them made him want to punch the first person he saw.

Thinking about Nickie…

“It made me thirsty.”

Hunter, whenever he had immeasurable anger coursing through him, he needed refreshments. Yeah, it might sound weird, but a sugar rush to counterbalance the rage and hurt that stirred inside him helped.

And after five Mountain Dews (8-ounce cans) later, he felt better, but now the tank was full and there wasn’t a bathroom in sight.

So what was a dude to do?

He danced in place, hands on his pelvis as if trying to prevent an accident and he found a storage closet nearby. IT wasn’t ideal, but without a bathroom anywhere in sight, Hunter had to make due. Besides, he didn’t see anyone around, so no harm, no foul, right?

“Right!” That self-assurance carried him into a hop-like waddle towards a storage closet and he felt immense...relief.

And then Hunter was nearly done, he made sure he didn’t see anyone. He didn’t want to be caught red-handed and have to explain his less-than-graceful position, so even if he wasn’t finished he zipped up. As he did, he stood in front of a familiar, short blonde coming his way.

And he rolled his eyes.

“Can we not do this now?” Hunter rolled his eyes again. “I do not have time to deal with the Lollipop Ambassador today. You can bitch at me later or something. Maybe go find your crackhead boytoy or some shit. I am not in the mood!”





mood
Yolo! I'm being blunt for once!

location
Inside somewhere near a storage closet

outfit
Lock-in Ready!





playing...
Without U I Wanna Be Dead
by brake and Kellin Quinn​




mentions
Nickie, Ash, Charlie, Lin

interactions
Charlie

tags
geminiy geminiy


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Charlie Howell
@howedoyoudo has set their status to:
positive vibes, my dude, positive vibes

@howedoyoudo has set their outfit to:
sunflowers & denim

@howedoyoudo has set their location to:
the storage building

@howedoyoudo has mentioned:
Ash, Nickie, Trevor

@howedoyoudo has interacted with:
Lin, Zeph, Hunter

@howedoyoudo has tagged:
ohdittoh ohdittoh Winona Winona natsukashii natsukashii
Had Charlie’s plan to win over Zeph’s trust to take out Lin only to turn around and betray Zeph in the end to become the overall winner of the Great Paint Battle of 2020 been absolutely genius? Yes. Did the plan horribly backfire to the point that there was no way that Charlie could even possibly convince anyone that she had won? Yes. Did she have a lot of fun getting her ass royally handed to her? Also yes.

Getting trapped between Zeph and Lin had been her ultimate downfall. The betrayal had worked just as Charlie had originally planned, so well in fact that if she hadn’t made the singular critical error of getting stuck in the middle, she would have been the ultimate victor. But alas, there she was in the middle of the room getting pelted with leftover paint and silly string while Lin cried out dramatically about the death of ‘their son’.

“Okay first of all,” Charlie groaned as soon as the room had calmed down a bit. “I did not ever give birth to Zeph so he most certainly is not our son. Secondly, the betrayal was totally Zeph’s fault because he should’ve known that’s where I was going with it. Commander Charles didn’t come here to fuck around.”

Charlie looked around the room, most of the visible surfaces splattered with paint and silly string galore. Desks were overturned, one of the fluorescent light fixtures had been knocked slightly out of place with the impact of what looked to be neon green car paint. The books, which had sat in a large wooden bookcase at the back of the room, were largely untouched by the chaos as Charlie had previously requested.

“Well boys, I think we can safely say that our mission here was a wild success.” Charlie beamed, triumphantly throwing her hands onto her hips as she puffed her chest out. “The lit room is sufficiently fucked up. I personally think the paint was a nice touch, adds some umph to this boring little room.”

While Lin went off to raid the somehow untouched snack pile, Charlie hopped up onto the teacher’s desk at the front of the room and sank to the tabletop cross-legged. Her skin was covered in paint that was rather quickly drying, streaks of neon pink and blue dousing the ends of her blonde hair as if she had just come from some sort of rave. Absent-mindedly, Charlie began attempting to untangle her hair from the clumps of paint with her nails. Note to future Charlie: put back the hair before getting into a paint war.

“You guys are the best.” Lin laughed from across the room, crumbs of the crackers he had been annihilating settling on the neck of his shirt. “Besides me. Duh.”

Charlie smiled softly at the sentiment, redirecting her gaze to the ground so as to not make things weird. It wasn’t often that Lin was all soft and gushy about anything, much less how he was feeling about his friends. The whole thing was nice to hear, even if it was rather rare.

“Yeah, we’re pretty dope.” Charlie responded without missing a beat, refraining from laughing so that her words seemed serious. “Oh, and I guess you’re pretty okay too, minus the fact that you totally just cheated to win that little battle we just had.” Pointing a stern finger to Lin, Charlie forced a scowl on her face. “We’re rematching at some point, by the way.”

After a few minutes of rest to let the paint on her clothes dry, Charlie hopped off the desk and made her way over to her backpack and jacket. Reaching into the pocket, she pulled out the small key ring and jingled it in front of Lin.

“So, are we gonna break into this storage building or not?” She asked as her eyes glinted with excitement. “Because I did not put all that effort into stealing these keys not to do some good ol’ B&E.”

Charlie gathered up her things, stowing away the remaining snacks in the bottom of her backpack and securing them behind the zipper, and made her way to the door where Zeph diverged from the group. Gently taking Lin’s hand, Charlie stepped out into the hallway and began making her way back towards the stairwell that she had raced down.

“Okay so here’s what I’m thinkin’,” Charlie began, jumping slightly to adjust the backpack on her shoulders. “We bust in, do a little exploring to see what we can dig up, and then we find some souvenirs. Ya know, cool stuff that people aren’t really gonna miss too much but sti-” Before Charlie could finish her thought, her phone began buzzing wildly in her pocket. Lifting a finger in pause, Charlie stopped walking and pulled out her phone. “Oh, just fucking wonderful. Nickie’s dildo has decided to rip on Ash in the main. Reaaaal classy, Hunter.”

Charlie really shouldn’t have been surprised by the drama. After all, it was Hollywood Arts and there was always some flavour of bullshit floating around in the air. She really shouldn’t have been surprised that it was bloody Hunter of all people stirring the shit pot. He and Nickie were grossly perfect for each other: two nosey assholes without a filter or a normal moral compass to guide them. How quaint.

Surprised or not, the whole interaction was enough to make Charlie’s blood boil. Not but a few days prior, he was bitching and moaning about how people should keep their drama to themselves and how everyone was attacking Ash for no reason. And oh would you look at that? He was doing the exact same thing! So, naturally, Charlie had to get involved. Ash was her friend and she definitely didn’t deserve some prepubescent rugrat pulling all that shit out online.

“Fucking hypocrite.” Charlie spat as she shoved her phone back in her pocket once the conversation had pulled to a stop. “Great work on the Linricks though, that was some A+ wordsmithing there. Shut him up real good.”

Making their way down the stairs to the main floor, Charlie did her best to push the drama from her mind. The situation was over, conversation quelled through a few quick remarks and one beautifully written poem by Lin, so there wasn’t anything else to worry about. Ash seemed okay, if not maybe a little bit too okay given the circumstances, and Charlie was sure that there was no way Eli would let her be alone if she wasn’t. So, Charlie did everything she could to forget about the whole thing and to just chill the fuck ou-

“Is that Hunter?” Charlie asked no one in particular, squinting at the figure in the distance. Raising a finger in pause to Lin, she looked back to Hunter. “Wait here.”

Sure enough there was the little guy himself coming out of a closet, fly half down and a blank expression on his face. Well, blanker than usual. Whatever he had been doing in the janitor’s closet had obviously been interrupted and, by the way his face screwed up when his gaze landed upon Charlie, he was definitely not happy about it.

“Can we not do this now?” Hunter called out as Charlie turned fully around the corner, standing at the opposite end of the hallway with a smug smile on her face. “I do not have time to deal with the Lollipop Ambassador today. You can bitch at me later or something. Maybe go find your crackhead boytoy or some shit. I am not in the mood!”

Charlie thought about taking the high road, she really did. She thought about walking away and leaving the situation alone. She thought about talking it through but Charlie knew that talking would just turn to yelling which would just escalate into a fight. So, in a few split seconds, Charlie simply decided to skip the middleman.

“Hey dickface!” Charlie greeted with a friendly wave, bouncing right up until she was in front of Hunter. No reaction, so far so good. With a quick raise of her leg, Charlie’s knee met Hunter’s groin causing the boy to double over slightly at the sudden impact. “Thought you should know, your fly’s down.”

With Hunter now closer to her reach, Charlie’s hand balled into a fist and slammed into the center of Hunter’s face. One hit, that was all she needed.

“Next time you decide to run your mouth, be prepared to face the fucking consequences, okay?” Charlie spoke sweetly. Hand wrapped around the collar of Hunter’s shirt, Charlie pulled him down to her level and offered him a wide grin. “You forget that I’m a girl of my word, Mr Drake. You should’ve thought about that long before you told me to meet you in person about that little stunt you just pulled.”

Releasing her grip, Charlie readjusted her backpack and pushed a few strands of her hair away from her face.

“Have a great rest of lock-in, Hunter.” Charlie added with a few gentle pats to Hunter’s shoulder. “Let’s hit the road, Lin, we’ve got a job to finish.” Grabbing Lin’s hand once again, Charlie gave one final nod before pushing through the doors and into the stairwell. Turning to Lin, Charlie smiled widely. “Now that felt good.”

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰​

Once outside in the cool of the night, Charlie grinned and took in a few deep breaths of the damp air. So far, her junior year lock-in had been absolutely record breaking. In her three years at Hollywood Arts, Charlie hadn’t had so much fun in any of her lock-ins. But between her nice conversation with Trevor and the paint fight and then punching Hunter’s stupid face, Charlie was convinced there wasn’t anything that could top the night.

“Here we are!” Charlie announced as she fumbled around in her pocket for the keys. The squat, one storey storage building sat in front of them just waiting to be explored. Once the lock clicked, Charlie grunted as she shoved the doors open to reveal the wonders of the storage building before them. “Home sweet home, Terminator.”

Reaching into her backpack, Charlie pulled out two flashlights. Handing one to Lin, Charlie clicked her torch awake and stepped inside the building. Scooting along behind some racks of costumes, Charlie ripped open the wall panel and flicked the dull overhead lights on. Clearly the room hadn’t been touched in a few weeks, a thin layer of dust covered the concrete floor and a few of the nearby shelves.

“Alright let’s see what we’ve got here.” Charlie said to herself, walking down the centre of the building towards the back loading entrance. As she walked, her eyes scanned the piles of random items and machines lining each side of the walkway for any sign of something she could take. “Lame, boring, old, kinda musty, kinda nasty, someone definitely puked in that. Ugh. Any luck, Lin?” Charlie called out, shining her flashlight around the building in an attempt to spot Lin. Where had he gone off to?

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Mikaela Ainsley



Eeeeeeek! Mikaela was positively squealing. In her head of course. Couldn't have Nellie trying to behead her before the party started but anyway, awwwwwwwwwww. How cute!

Cappie knew Nellie. Not just like her countless fans who watched her movies but like, knew her knew her, all the sweet little personal details. Boyfriend material. So romantic, and he was buttering up her friend too, praising her for her challenging little riddle. Clever boy.

"Anything for a friend"

Gasp. Eeek!

Well Cappie had said a little more than that but Mikaela was choosing to ignore that. Especially the part where he said Chappie rolled off the tongue easier than Cappienelli. I mean, it did roll off easier and the fact that they already had a couple name or he had just come up with it? Plus points for Nellie's sweet helpful boy who would do anything for her. Anything. Swoon.

Cappienelli really would be a couple out of a fairy tale. Nellie's own little prince charming, and yeah, yeah, Chappie was cute and Cappie dear earned points for it, but Cappienelli was staying. Mostly because she'd come up with it, and also because Cappienelli reminded her of the positively sexy pasta that was capellini, and Cappienelli was definitely sexy.

With a little assistance from Sir Mik-a-lot– ahem, no cupid, of course.

Consider this your lucky day Cappie, Cupid Mikaela was in business. A special service to give him the little assistance he would need, after all Nellie could just be so silly stiff sometimes. Being a clever boy earned you rewards round here.

Her gaze shifted between Nellie and lover boy, loopy grin still plastered on her face, a hint of a cheeky glint in her eyes…and then she pounced on Cappie, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Awww that's so sweet Cappie. All that for Nellie? I want sum of that! Gimme!" She swung herself around as she spoke, arms still tightly wrapped around Cappie as she used her weight to try and clumsily move him along with her.

Amidst the hugging and swinging, Mikaela glanced over at Nellie from over Cappie's shoulder, a huge smile on her face. Jealous Nellie Wellie? Don't worry. Cupid was just busy working her magic. Cappie boy's all yours.

She loosened her hug a smidge to reach up and plant a quick smooch on Cappie's cheek. "Nellie Wellie is so lucky to have you." Oops, the 'wellie' part wasn't supposed to come out.

Mikaela manoeuvred as quickly as she could in her intoxicated state to make sure that Cappie was firmly planted between her and Nellie in case Ms Grr Grr Fun Is Bad snapped at her for that little nickname.

No matter, she would just move on, change topics quickly before Nellie Wellie could snap at her and– Ooooooh what have we here?

Her arms, at Cappie's waist, felt a small lump around his jacket. Just what was little Cappie boy hiding in these itty bitty pockets of his hmm? Without warning, she stuck her hands into both pockets and latched onto whatever was in them, pulling her hands free triumphantly and dancing a short distance away before Cappie could stop her.

"Hiding something Cappienelli? What do we have here? Oooh the keys to Nellie's heart?"

She cooed as she held both hands up and a familiar little jangle and glint of metal greeted her.

Well obviously they weren't the keys to Nellie's heart, they were the keys to the school silly! But Cappie boy wasn't going to be needing this or the other things she was holding in her hands anymore. Nope. She would have them thank you very much. Consider it an exchange:

The keys to the school and a little extra for the keys to Nellie Wellie's heart that Mikaela, wonderful little cupid that she was, was going to now give him. Enjoy Prince Charming, here's your chance to melt the snow queen's heart and secure it, courtesy of your resident cupid.

Glancing over at Maggie, a toothy grin plastered on her face, Mikaela gave Cappie as hard a shove as she could in her intoxicated state, in the direction of one very much in need of a smile, Chanel. Oopsie!

No objections from you mister, or you miss. Cupid Mikky here was doing you a tremendous favour, the opportunity of several lifetimes if you will.

And then she made a dash for the door one of the items slipping out of her hand and clattering to the floor in the process. Mikaela didn't really notice though as she yelled amidst giggles for her friend to run with her.

They raced towards the door, yanked it open and somehow managed to get inside and jam the key into the lock and turn it before the Fun Police could nab them and put them under arrest for the committing the felony of too much fun and robbing one half of the cops.

Raucous laughter filled the air between hungry gasps for air as she plopped down in front of the door, hands planted behind her, barely keeping her from melting into the floor and her head tossed back.

Fuck that was fun. She hadn't felt alive in so long. The look on their faces was simply to die for. What was the word she was looking for, ex, exotic, no, exquitor, no that wasn't even a word was it, exquisite! That was it! Exquisite. Such a sexy sounding word too, perhaps a hint of the night they could now have thanks to her. Hehe.

As the laughter faded and her breathing slowly eased back to make her seem like less of a lunatic on laughing gas, she held up her hands to examine the goodies she had made off with.

What did they have here…Oooooh lookie lookie! A nice little wallet, the school keys and...a vape pen. Oooh a vape pen. Someone's been a bad bad boy, very naughty tsk tsk, but don't worry now. It was going to good use in Cupid Mikky's hands as appropriate payment for locking him and Nellie outside.

Now they could have their cute little sexy Cappienelli moment without any interruptions and Mikaela could have her fun without the fun police trying to track her down. Pure genius. A total win-win. No need to applaud her too much now.

Mikaela looked out the glass door and there was Nellie Wellie and her Prince Charming. She flashed them another loopy grin, waving her hands at them and the items she had made off with. Oh this was so much fun, and the night was just getting started.





mood
Teehee

location
Just inside the school door

outfit
lock in wear





playing...
song title here

by artist here​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Maggie, Chanel, Cappie

tags
Soap Soap 0k_mang0 0k_mang0 Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


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