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

[Winona]

She had decided not to show up to the party Friday night and, after she heard what happened, Adriane was glad. Well, mostly glad. It would have been nice to be there for Chas but he was a big boy and he could handle himself.... okay, so the video made it pretty clear that Chas couldn't even handle himself against a five foot bitch, but still. It's not like Adriane would have done anything. She couldn't risk the chance of bruising her face or losing a tooth like some people could.

Adriane had then watched as Chas spent a disturbingly large amount of his weekend engrossed in getting revenge. She knew that Chas was... well, he wasn't the kind of guy to just roll over and give up. He was the kind that would come back tenfold. Still, even the amount of time he spent on this felt a little bit overkill and she was reminded of what a petty bitch her best friend could really be.

Such as when he decided to start this morning off by releasing this... information about Nathan Woods. Adriane hadn't known much about the guy -- he did art, smoked weed, and followed Evie around like a lost puppy (what else was there really to know, to be fair) -- and he used to be one of Chas' friends before he turned on Chas.

Nate was dirty. He deserved his comeuppance, but what she hadn't expected was for half the school to literally be standing behind a criminal.

Adriane really did deserve to go to a better school. She didn't care about any of her lasts anymore -- Adriane just couldn't wait to graduate and have the opportunity to surround herself with better people. The kind that held the same values as her, such as not knocking out teeth or smoking cocaine or... you get the point.

With the arrival to school, her phone was blowing up thanks to Chas. At first, Adriane wasn't going to step in, but he was being absolutely swamped and what kind of best friend would she be if she let her best friend continue to flounder? So she slid into the chat and immediately went after Evie -- she was an easy target, after all.

It wasn't long before the Twitter seemed to settle and Adriane was able to turn off her phone and slide it back into her pocket. She then looked at Chas, a faint frown pulling at the edges of her lips -- but, as with every expression Adriane made, it was so slight one could almost miss it. After all, smiling and frowning caused wrinkles.

Or, like, she thought it did.

"Did you really have to do it today?" She asked. "I am not helping you when Evie or Nate decide to knock out the rest of your teeth."

Adriane

INTERACTIONS: Chas

MENTIONS: Evie, Charlie, Nate

TAGS: hery

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[Winona]

That wasn't what she had expected.

Ash had prepared for... well, she had thought she knew. It was the heat of the moment, they were drunk, a mistake. A list of different things that it could've been that she'd be able to brush off, blame it on the alcohol, and move on with their lives. Back to being just friends -- nothing more, nothing less. Just... simple.

Instead, his words caught her off guard. Because he wanted to.

And maybe she could have discounted that as being drunk. He wanted to because he was drunk, but he kept repeating the thought and although he caught himself with the last bit, Ash had still heard enough. Even in Ash's consistent state of denial and coming up with (not at all) logical reasonings behind people's actions and words, she couldn't come up with something for this.

The silence that hung in the air was thick with tension and Ash regretted thinking this would be a good idea. Just talk about your feelings was quite honestly horrible advice. This wasn't making things better, this wasn't saving their friendship -- if anything, it was doing the total upset and driving a bigger wedge between them.

And then he turned the question back on her.

Yeah, she was never confronting people again.

Ash didn't respond at first. Her thoughts were jumbled. The memories of the night were mixed up and messy. She remembered bits and pieces -- flashes of the night and she remembered kissing him back, but Ash couldn't remember why. She couldn't remember what had come over, but she knew that it couldn't have been just the heat of the moment.

"I..." her words caught in her throat and her eyes searched his face as if that would give her some kind of answer, and her eyes fell to his lips for a moment before she met his gaze again.

It was her turn to be tongue-tied, speechless, unsure of how to answer because Ash didn't have an answer.

... But she did, didn't she? Ash knew why she had kissed him back and she knew why she wanted answers now. Had it been anyone else, she wouldn't have kissed them back -- heat of the moment or not -- and she certainly wouldn't be standing in a classroom with them trying to figure this out. If it had been anyone else, Ash wouldn't of had the memory of their lips against hers still imprinted in her mind.

She didn't want to admit that, though.

She couldn't admit that. Not to herself, and certainly not to Trevor.

Ash had to look away from Trevor, her gaze falling to the floor in front of her. Her hair fell down over her face. She still didn't know what to say, but she knew that she had to give him some kind of answer.

"I wanted to," she finally responded and totally stole his words of choice, but Ash didn't know how else to word what she was feeling right now, or what her thoughts were. Ash finally looked back up at him, her gaze meeting his again. "Because I was drunk."

Yes, that made total sense. She wouldn't have kissed Trevor back if she had been totally sober, right? If he kissed her right now, she definitely wouldn't return the kiss and--

God, why was she even thinking that?

"I wanted to because I was drunk and you were... there, I guess." No, no, no, that was not it at all but Ash couldn't take back her words. So she had to just keep fumbling along. "Not that I would've like... wanted to... kiss anyone else. I mean, I... I don't know. I wouldn't have kissed like... a stranger, but we're... friends, so..." Ash let out a frustrated sigh. "Not that I... usually, like... kiss my friends."

She just needed to shut up.

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Trevor

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: ohdittoh

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[ohdittoh]

@reidbetweenthelines
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MOOD || fucking everything up
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OUTFIT || casual wear
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LOCATION || the lit dpt.'s costume room
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INTERACTIONS || ronnie
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MENTIONS || n/a
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Ronnie’s glaring made the anxiousness in Mike’s stomach go into overdrive, and he worked his jaw, trying not to get irritated.

And what does it matter if I did forget? I know you meant every word.

What did it matter, right? He had meant what he’d said, yeah. She was annoying, she was clingy, she was a cockblocking simp.

So why, then, did her words piss him off so much? Why did something in him make him want to yell out no, fuck it, I’m guilty, please forgive me, even though he wasn’t? Why did this make him want to run across the ocean back to his shitty place in Hawaii?

Was he really trying to have this conversation because he wanted to make Ronnie feel better, or was he genuinely sorry?

Or was it the more likely choice— was he having this conversation because he wanted to make himself feel better?

There were so many damn questions. What, was he on Family Feud? What was the score of his guilt vs his stubbornness? Who was winning? Psht.

He stood there, in silence, thinking for a moment, looking down at Ronnie. Understanding feelings fucking sucked. It was hard, and what you felt was never right and never ended up being exactly what your brain wanted you to feel. He could see, in her eyes, that she was feeling something, too. Her glare said that it wasn’t something positive, and he tried his best to cognate what exactly she had meant by I know you meant every word.

Did she just think he was that much of a dick? Was that it?

He was that much of a dick. Okay. But…

Listen. Here was the situation: he blew up, she cried, he felt guilty because of it. That was what followed, right? He felt bad for hurting her, not for what he said…right?

Or maybe that was out of order…

He blew up, he felt guilty, she cried.

…

This was too much to think about, fuck it.

“Forget all of it,” Mike said, grinning. “Like, all of it. From the second you saw me Friday, forget everything that happened and everything I said.” He rubbed his neck. “Regardless of what you think or what reason you need, I’m just saying forget it. You can do that for me, right, Ronnie?”

He felt no better than he had before. Fuck.

“Veronica,” he said, “listen.”

I want to make this up to you.

“Do you want to go to the fair with me?” he asked seriously, meeting her eyes. He grinned slowly, and he said a word that he so rarely uttered:

“Please?”

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[ohdittoh]

@trev_or_nah
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OUTFIT || normal clothes
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LOCATION || a random, nearly-empty classroom
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INTERACTIONS || ash
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MENTIONS || n/a
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TAGS || Winona
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At first, the words that Ash said were the ones that Trevor had hoped to hear. Because I was drunk. That made everything easier. She had no feelings for him, and what he thought he saw there wasn’t there. They were friends, still just friends, and nothing more. She’d been drunk. Good explanation.

But then, she kept talking, and he saw in her eyes and heard in her word vomit that she hadn’t fully meant everything that she’d just said. Not that I would’ve wanted to kiss anyone else.

Shite. Shite. That wasn’t what he wanted. That wasn’t what he wanted!

He ran a hand through his hair. Scenarios played in his head; what would happen if he said this, what would happen if he did this, what would happen if she said that, what would happen if she did that, what would…

His eyes studied her face. It was more familiar than he wanted it to be. He knew how those lips felt and how well they meshed with his own. He knew how her cheeks felt in his hands and how warm her skin was.

He’d seen and felt everything up close. Her body against his own, his hands about it, and their hearts beating rapidly and in sync.

In his mind, he’d kissed her a thousand times like that.

In his mind now, he considered doing it again. Throwing all caution to the wind. Wrapping her in another kiss. Pressing her against a desk and relishing in her again.

But that’d be too much, right? She definitely hadn’t meant her words the way that he thought she did. There was no way.

He didn’t want to fuck this up. His instincts feckin’ sucked anyway, so he doubted what he’d do would be the right judgement call.

So what did he say, if not that? What did he do, if not that? The air was dense and nearly suffocating, and the bundle of nerves where his stomach didn’t give him any assistance.

“I…I…”

He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing.

He closed his eyes, turning his head towards his feet. “I’m…sorry.”

He didn’t know what else to say.

I’m sorry I ruined our friendship. I’m sorry I fucked this up for us. I’m sorry that I couldn’t control myself. I’m sorry for everything.

He opened his eyes and looked at her again.

Fuck. That wasn’t…

He took a step closer to her, his heart beating in his throat. “I’m…” He gave a small, shy grin. “A…I…” He paused. “I…”

He had no feckin’ idea what to say.

“I…”

He sighed softly through his nose.

“Darlin’, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice a lot quieter. “I’m…so…sorry.”

Her face…it made his heart lurch.

He put a finger on her chin. “Ash…”

I want to kiss you so bad right now.

His eyes lingered on her lips, and he held her there for a moment.

But this was wrong. If he did anything, he’d ruin it all.

Plus, he...didn't feel anything for her.

Yeah. Right...

He broke away, turning his back to her. “I’m sorry. Forget I did that,” he said quietly.

Or…don’t forget, and ask me to do it again.

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[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xoxo

basics

too many tbh

mentions

nate Winona

interactions

Evelyn Sinclaire

eighteen ~ senior ~ hetero ~ plastics; fashion

Evie probably should've known better than to check Twitter. When Amy popped up, maybe she'd have been better off to close the app and call it a day. That wasn't very Evelyn Sinclaire though. Nope. Instead, she called out the passive-aggressive comments and sparked the damn fire herself. She should've seen it coming but she hadn't spoken to Dei since that night and so she had no idea what the hell Amy's problem was until it was plastered on Twitter for all to see. Evie had sex with Amy's boyfriend. What a nice fucking headline right? Of course, it was her instinct to defend herself. Did she know it was wrong? Yeah, she wasn't stupid. Did she give a damn? Not at the moment, no.

She typed her last reply to the girl's comment on being "better than" her. Not in bed, obviously. Maybe it was cruel but fuck that. Honestly, she was tired of everyone calling her a bitch or attacking her morals. The brunette had already convinced herself that everyone was itching for Bitchy Evie so she was just doing what they had all been asking for? Wasn't she? Shit. Who was she trying to convince here? Herself? She shoved the thoughts aside and got dressed for school, deciding to make a statement. Maybe red. It was bold and held a lot of power, plus it reminded her of that Easy A movie or whatever.

As she pulled into the parking lot and grabbed her phone she was alerted to Twitter once again and as usual, she couldn't help herself. Now Nate was being attacked? Did this shit ever stop? She checked the attachment Chas had sent but her initial reaction was that he had somehow doctored the whole thing. It was a sad attempt to make Nate look bad so he could have his stupid revenge fantasy play out. She quickly learned that it wasn't a joke or a lie, it was true. Nat had a former addiction and it took her by surprise since she'd never seen him do anything more than smoke here and there. It made no sense. It didn't need to though. All she knew and cared about was that he was being attacked by Chas of all people and she wasted no time in defending him once again.

As the whole thing died down, she shot Nate a text to ask where he was before storming into the school like she owned the place. She strutted down the hallway until she reached her locker, walking right up to Nate. "What the hell was all that about? Has Chas lost it or what?" she wasted no time in getting straight to the point. She knew her tone would come off as more concerned than judgy or she hoped that it would. "He is such a pompous ass. I swear, I can't stand him," she added, throwing open her locker to pull out a book she'd need for her first class. "Are you good?" she finally asked, though she probably should've asked that one first. It was really the main thing she cared about though she wouldn't say that out loud. Then it would sound too relationship-y, wouldn't it?

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[geminiy]

Charlie Howell

Homecoming had not exactly turned out how Charlie had expected, nor desired, it to be. While the performance had gone fairly well, the rest of the evening had been a downward spiral. First the whole leaked picture thing, then the party, then beating the everloving shit out of Chas, then plummeting herself into endless emotional turmoil by almost kissing Lin.

What the fuck had she been thinking?

By the time Monday morning rolled around, Charlie could barely pull herself out of bed. She had barely left the apartment all weekend, accusing hangovers or needing to study as a reason to stay in. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Charlie was afraid. She was afraid of what retaliation was coming her way from Chas, afraid of what would happen if word got around that she had been the one to beat him up in the first place, afraid that Lin had been just sober enough to remember her going to kiss him.

But it wasn’t like Charlie to give up. She had work to do. The winter tour was coming up and she needed a spot on that setlist. On top of everything, she had to keep her grades up. She had preemptively booked time in the dance studios, music rooms, and libraries. Charlie couldn’t risk falling behind again and she couldn’t get into trouble if she was busy with school and work.

So there she was, at the school before the doors had even opened, sitting on the front steps reviewing chemistry notes in the wind. Once the doors were open, Charlie found herself in the lab, scribbling away at an extra credit assignment in the dim fluorescent lighting. When the hallways became abuzz with students chattering and the echoing chorus of footsteps, Charlie said a thank you to her teacher and made her way to her locker.

As Charlie was carefully stacking her textbooks into her locker, a few voices whispering rather loudly behind her caught her attention. Charlie wasn’t much for eavesdropping but the way the conversation was carrying throughout the hallway caused her to focus in.

“Yeah, Nate! I can’t believe it. Chas posted it on Twitter.”

“Robbing a store? That’s low.”

“I bet he’d look hot with prison tats though.”

Charlie leaned against her locker door as her fingers reached carefully for the phone in her pocket. What the hell were they on about? Slowly, Charlie punched in her passcode and opened up the blue app of pure evil.

Sure enough, Fuckwad Marino was back at it again. Bold for someone who had gotten what was coming to them once and clearly asking for it once again. What right did he have to point fingers at Nate? What was he gaining? Even if Nate had done it, which he clearly said he did, he was never convicted, so why did it matter?

Charlie stopped caring about their scuffle when the words ‘video of the fight’ flashed across her screen. Blood running cold in her veins, Charlie’s hands began to shake. No, there was no video. Who would have recorded the fight? Maybe it was another fight with another drunken blonde and asshole supreme?

Then, Lake messaged her and confirmed her worst fears. People had seen the video and were suspecting it was her. Thirty THOUSAND people had seen her angry fists and tear stained face and furious words. Everyone saw her at her weakest, her most vulnerable. How many of those thousands of people had seen Charlie angry that would never see her happy? She wasn’t herself that night. She was hurt, angry, confused. But how many people would assume that the person they saw on the other side of the screen was truly how Charlie was?

She couldn’t breathe again, lungs constricting. Maybe she was overreacting, maybe everything would be totally fine, but Charlie couldn’t be certain. As far as she was concerned, Chas and his little minions could be plotting her downfall already. She could hear her name being called over the speakers, beckoning to the office to seal her fate.

Charlie’s legs worked before her mind could. Slamming her locker door shut, her eyes scanned the hallways as she walked. A quiet place. Charlie needed somewhere quiet.

The orchestra room. Perfect.

Charlie burst through the doors, kicking them shut behind her. Flicking on the lights, Charlie called out to the empty room, checking to make sure she was alone. With nothing but tubas and a grand piano to listen to her, Charlie tossed her bag onto an empty chair and made her way to the piano. Fingers trembling too much to play, Charlie bowed her head and closed her eyes in an attempt to calm her racing breath.

Breathe in, breathe out, Breathe in. breathe out. Inhale, exhale.

Exhale. That stupid song hadn’t been able to leave her head since she wrote it weeks ago. Charlie had written it as a way to vent out her emotions, yet here she was, still finding significance in the lyrics. Carefully, Charlie pressed her fingers to the ivory keys, moving to the second verse of the song that seemed to be carrying significant weight.

‘I put too much weight on words and glances
I, I put too much weight on situations
I, I put too much on myself
Thinking I don't deserve what I've earned, but yeah
I listen to the labels, listen to the man
Try to keep a sense of knowing who I am
I try to be an angel, but I don't think I can
Think I'm reaching my limits, yeah’

Charlie choked up on the final word as tears began to drizzle down her bare cheeks, the chord on the piano ringing out through the lonely air. What the fuck was she doing?

location

the orchestra room

mood

who even knows

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casual

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[Winona]

Her heart felt like it might beat right out of her chest. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt as if, for a moment, she may have forgotten to keep breathing.

This was...

She had no words.

And she didn't understand why he was apologizing. She wasn't mad at him for anything.

Ash was just... confused now. This whole thing was... confusing. Maybe she should've just left it without saying anything. Leave them the humiliation and stress of this moment and have just swept it under the rug. Pretended it never happened and gone back to their simple friendship. Pretended that there wasn't something between them.

Trevor stepped towards her and her breath caught in her throat -- she couldn't breathe, she couldn't move. Ash was frozen right there, her gaze locked onto Trevor's as he reached out to touch her and she waited, expecting him -- wanting him -- to close the distance and kiss her again.

But he broke away before anything happened and turned away from her -- apologizing, again. She let out a sigh and looked towards the ground again, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. God he was confusing with all this saying one thing and doing another thing and Ash felt like she needed a timeout. Just... a moment to call timeout so she could, like, text someone and ask them for help. Like Eli. Just a hey so there's this boy and he's being confused, help.

Yeah. That's totally what she needed to do.

But she couldn't, but she didn't know what to do.

She looked back towards him and reached out to touch his arm and turn him so that he was facing her again. Ash hesitated, her breath catching again, as her gaze searched his face.

Her hand reached out to touch his cheek and her gaze met his.

Ash wanted to kiss him. But....

But she didn't.

Her hand dropped away from his face and she stepped back.

"I don't know why you're apologizing," she finally said, her voice quiet. "It's fine. Seriously. We were... drunk."

Yeah, they were drunk and maybe she was panicking just a little bit. Panicking in a... a... oh, she didn't even know. But she was backpedaling. Scared of the idea of closing that distance and kissing Trevor and giving into feelings that she had managed to hide and submerge for so long. Because there was something more, wasn't there?

But... but... she didn't want to get hurt and she would undoubtedly get hurt. Again. Trevor was a fuck boy. Ash didn't mess with fuck boys. She had been cheated on before and it had broken her. And she was terrified of that happening again -- and trying with Trevor, a guy that literally slept around, was just a recipe for disaster. It would just be a repeat of her previous heartbreak... and Ash really couldn't handle that again.

"It was just... a mistake. An accident. A drunken mistake." It wasn't -- she knew that and he knew that, but it was the lie that she felt she needed to tell herself. Because if she kept repeating it, maybe eventually she would start to believe it.

"Right?"

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Trevor

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: ohdittoh

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[ohdittoh]

@trev_or_nah
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MOOD || so what if he's a writer? words still fail
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OUTFIT || normal clothes
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LOCATION || a random, nearly-empty classroom
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INTERACTIONS || ash
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When Trevor felt Ash’s hand on his arm, he felt his heart give a solid pound on his chest. His head fought hard against him, telling him to just walk away from her and leave this be, but his heart tightened in anticipation and hope.

Trevor turned to face the girl, his brows furrowing and face growing hot once more.

Her hand reached out for his face.

Shite.

This was a bad idea.

Please do it, please do it, please do it.

His lips trembled, and his eyes searched Ash’s face, trying to read her thoughts as if that would help anything.

The room was still around them. The air was heavy with garbled words that had tangled with each other and been tossed aside throughout their conversation. The truth was hiding somewhere amongst them, in tiny bits and pieces, and the only way to assemble them would be to…

Do it…do it…please…

But her hand dropped, and she stepped away from him. His heart grappled at his ribcage, trying to hold on after slipping and nearly falling to his stomach.

He looked away, turning away once again. Her voice was quiet, and he could hardly understand what she said through the embarrassed ringing in his ears.

It was just... a mistake. An accident. A drunken mistake…right?

Her voice uttering that made him feel as if his conscience had manifested itself. Her words sounded so nearly like his thoughts, like his desperate attempts to convince himself that this was just a mistake or an accident.

“Shite,” he muttered.

How did he answer that? With his head or his heart?

He drew in a deep breath.

“Don’t ask me,” he said quietly, voice much colder than he’d expected.

With that, he walked towards the door, face red, ears ringing.

His hand found the doorknob, but he stopped short of turning it.

He had to say one more thing.

“Darlin’,” he said, loud enough for her to hear, “maybe between the two of us, we can figure out whether that’s right or not.”

He swallowed hard and twisted the knob.

“I’ll catch ya later,” he said, exiting the room.

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

HAND OVER HAND

Sebastian wondered if he should actually fake being really ill so he didn't have to go to school on Monday. He'd spent the entire weekend curled in bed, dangerously alone with his thoughts, unable to think of anything except for the fact that everybody hated him. Logically, was that true? Absolutely not. Arguments that he'd gotten into in Twitter were pretty much his own doing, and even then, they were really minor. And things between him and Chas, while a little strained because of Chas' whole... situation, were really not as bad as they could have been had Seb not shown up to the party. But in his mind, everything was made out to be 10x worse than it actually was.

Anyway, even though he didn't want to go, his father was very clearly worried about him, so Seb was determined to calm him down by acting like everything was fine and going about his daily life. He had breakfast, which consisted of one piece of toast, got dressed and said goodbye to his dad before heading to school. He rode his bike, stressing himself out the entire time about what kind of day he'd have. Of course, since he was completely overreacting, when he got to school, nobody looked twice at him. That did soothe him a little, but his mind was still racing with the thoughts it always had when he was having a bad day as he made his way to his locker.

Even though it was evident that no one else cared at all about Seb - in a hateful capacity - he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about the way he and Charlie had left things. It wasn't fair on either of them, and Chas had made it very clear that his problems were not Seb's, so before he lost his nerve, Seb pulled out his phone and sent Charlie a DM as he opened his locker. He was happy with her response, and could already feel a tiny bit of the heavy weight lift from his shoulders as he spoke with her. He shoved his phone back in his pocket after they agreed to get coffee sometime, and opened his locker, putting his bag inside. He grabbed a book and a pencil case, shut his locker, then rested his head against the cool metal and closed his eyes, just needing a quick break. It didn't matter if everything went right today. He still felt like shit because his mind loved to do that to him.

Sebastian

MOOD: over it

LOCATION: school

OUTFIT: some basic fit probably

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

AFFLUENZA

Generally, Chase didn't care one way or another about new kids at school. Sure, it was a bit exciting to see someone you'd never seen before, and try to guess which groups they'd fit in with, but it never really directly affected him. Javier, though? Javier directly affected him because Jesus fucking Christ, he was hot. And he flirted with Chase, all weekend, over the public twitter. Chase had never really been into a guy who wasn't closeted before. He always tried not to read so much into why that was, but in all honesty, the hook-up well had been pretty dry for him recently. There came a point when he'd been with literally every closeted guy that there was in the school; at least every one that was willing to be with him for at least one night.

Of course, Chase wasn't expecting big things from Javi. One night, maybe a few. They might even make it a regular thing, but that would be it, because that was all that there was for Chase. He wasn't someone who was in relationships. Guys just didn't like him like that and love wasn't even real anyway. Nevertheless, that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with Javi for as long as he wanted to. He even texted the other boy as he walked to school on Monday. Okay, texted was a pretty generous term for 'speaking with on the public Twitter, where Javi flirted with literally every single person he saw, including Lake', but Chase would take it.

Even when he got to school, he barely looked up from his phone; only momentarily to look for Evie, who he spotted standing at the lockers with Nate. Making a beeline straight for them, he placed his back against the lockers beside Evie, so she was standing in between him and Nate. He grinned at his phone as he told Javi where he was, then lowered it for a moment to look at both of his friends. "I will bet you $50 that Javi comes over here in the next 10 minutes," he told them confidently, before turning back to look down at his phone.

Chase

MOOD: no such thing as feels

LOCATION: School

OUTFIT: x

INTERACTIONS: hery Winona hery

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[Winona]

One thing he hadn't expected to come out of this morning was the whole... his entire past being tossed back into his face thing. Yes, Nate had made some mistakes in the past -- Lecompton had been an incredibly boring town and he had rebelled. Hard. Nate regretted every choice he had made and that had been the beauty about leaving town to go to Hollywood Arts for school.

Here, Nate could be judged for who he was now and not who he had been. He could almost forget about what he had done and be someone... better. Who he wanted to be. In Lecompton, he was always just "that Woods boy" -- the scorn of his family, the living testament to his parents' failure. The effects of his actions still hung around town. In the way his parents couldn't look him in the eye, in the hushed whispers when he would enter stores.

At least at Hollywood Arts, he wasn't the ghost of his mistakes. He was just Nate. The quiet stoner that liked art.

He could have argued against it and maybe, if his mind wasn't swirling with trying to figure out how Chas had found this stuff, Nate would've been a little more... a little smoother about everything. No one believed Chas at first -- until Nate was an idiot and spoke up but he had to know how the guy had found out all of this shit.

Esther.

Nate took a moment from Twitter to open his texts and send his sister an angry text asking her why the hell she had helped Chas, but he doubted he'd get a good answer from her. Esther and Nate had never gotten along well and she had easily been his least favorite sibling before but now? She definitely was.

He looked up as Evie approached. Nate wasn't sure what he was expecting -- yelling, a dirty look, Evie telling him to fuck off? Literally a list of different possibilities that thrummed through his head, but the one possibility that hadn't even occurred to him was the one that happened. Evie putting Chas down and asking if Nate was okay when, ironically, he had come over here to ask if she was okay.

Nate blinked at Evie for a moment, and then nodded his head. "Yeah," he said, "I'm good." As good as one could be when it had been announced to his fellow classmates that he'd made a handful of bad decisions in the past. Nate knew that everyone had their own demons, those things that you tucked away in the back of your memory and tried to move on from, even though it was impossible to do -- because it controlled your life, changed the way you acted, the way you spoke.

Speaking of moving on....

"Are you good?" Nate asked. He'd moved back when Evie had come over so that he was now leaned against the locker next to hers. It had been a bit of a shock to him that Dei and Evie had slept together -- to Nate, sleeping with someone's significant other was a big no go, but he didn't know how different it would be if... you had a history with the person.

But before the conversation could even continue, Chase was rolling up and rambling on about Javi. Nate looked towards Evie's best friend, one eyebrow raised.

Boy talk. Not his forte, plus his phone beeped. So Nate mostly ignored the conversation to check his phone -- just as he expected, a text from Esther asking why he cared. Had Nate maybe forgotten to tell his family that he and Chas were now mortal enemies?

... Yes.

In the middle of a heated text back to his sister, his phone pinged again with a message from Briar. First she was asking him about rehab and being clean which was not what he wanted to discuss. And then she was asking him if he'd do it again. With her.

Nate knew he should say no.

But he didn't.

He sent a message saying sure and then put his phone back into his pocket and focused back in on the conversation with Evie and Chase. Of course, he wasn't really listening. He was distracted, his brain still lingering on the events of the morning and the exchange with Briar.

Nate

INTERACTIONS: Evie, Chase

MENTIONS: Briar

TAGS: jasmyn LowkeyLovingLoki

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

MOOD: relishing the ire of his enemies

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: school

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
Winona (Adriane)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Chas Marino

Chas found his tongue often poking between the new gap in his top row of teeth. He had come to realize, at the age of 17, he had no clue how to schedule his own dental appointment. Or should he call the surgery center? He didn't know the legality of a minor visiting the doctor on their own, considering his parents were away on business and would be outraged to find Chas in his battered state. Partially out of fear and the rest a symptom of his unfettered sense of pride, Chas opted to await asking his parents about getting dental treatment until they were back and in better moods.

For now, he would have to make it through a Monday with a missing tooth. His face was already covered in bruises, so at that point there was no hiding his defeat anyway. Charlie had knocked the thing clean off, serving as an ugly reminder for the grave repercussions of war. And in war, some battles are won, some are lost. Fortunately not all battles came in the form of physical confrontation. Now that Chas had the weekend to recover (and plot) he could narrow in on tactics that played more to his strengths. But first on the docket, Nate was to be dealt with.

The majority of his weekend had been spent learning to apply foundation (and promptly giving up; Chas was just as attractive all-natural), making phone calls, and organizing printed-out receipts and legal documentation in an aesthetically pleasing way. Scanning alone took a good half hour, but it would be all worth it come Monday morning.

Finally, the dirt was done, and Nate would come to learn that Chas' money wasn't just in his collection of designer wallets, but his mouth too. His finger hovered over the "send" button on Twitter, just barely containing the floodgates of Nate's downfall. The administration is gonna have so much fun with this one... farewell, my sweet Kansan kleptomaniac. I must move on to greater enemies now.

Sent. There. It was done. And, in no time, the onslaught of backlash he received was beyond his expectation as always. Sure, it was a dirty move-- that was the whole point-- but was everyone really forgetting the whole "hardened criminal/drug addict" thing? This would be horrible for the image of the school. If they really cared about Nate and not their obsessive vendetta against Chas, they would be more concerned with his inevitable expulsion.

For once, though, he didn't even need a specific reaction. The fact that people saw it was enough for Chas. Simply put, he got his revenge, and he was fine. His message got across easily and that message was to think twice before fucking with Chas Marino. His peers could laugh at him and disregard the seriousness of what he had done, but it's always easy to undermine the direness of the situation when you're not the one in trouble. However uncaring Nate had attempted to appear, Chas knew he was shitting himself. That thought alone brought a wicked grin to his face.

"I've got a busy schedule, dear, and today was just the most convenient day," he stated to Adriane, "But thank you. You performed wonderfully, although it would have been nice to have you with me, say, 200 messages earlier."

He shot his best friend a nasty look at the mention of his teeth, causing him to subconsciously poke his tongue in the gap again. Dammit. He was probably still lisping and whistling without knowing it. He had gotten mostly used to his temporary new voice, having been murmuring to himself with frustration all weekend. "The least you could do is back me up in these... trying times. There's only so much a talented, bright mind such as mine can accomplish on its own."

He talked a big game, it being his thing and all, but the gnawing feeling in his stomach wouldn't let him forget just how much his former best friend had gotten to him. He hated the thought that Nate too knew he was the only person that could get under his skin so easily. The guy was a traitor and a liar. Why was anyone even giving him the time of day? If Evie knew half of what was going on in Chas' head, she would be a lot quicker to condemn him too. He was in pain. More pain than a beating from Charlie could ever deliver. After they were even, Chas was supposed to feel better. And he normally did following a revenge scheme, but why was everything still so wrong? It wasn't fair. He spent a whole weekend fucking over Nate, ignoring his extreme rage for Charlie just for this moment. At the very least, couldn't Nate just finally admit he was wrong to turn his back on Chas? It sure was taking everyone too damn long to come to the realization that Chas had more correct opinions than one would initially presume. "Ugh. Thinking of that stupid crackhead always leaves a bad taste in my mouth."

code by valen t.[/border

 

[Kitsune2202]

- Location.
HA school auditorium steps
- Mood.
VERY interesed and curious
- Tags.
Zeph ( Winona ), Ronnie, Mike (Mentioned)
-Outfit.
Casual day

Stella would NEVER understand her peers. They let such petty things blind them to reality. Should Chas have plastered Nate's past all over Twitter? No. But should everyone have ignored what he was saying and the past between them? Definitely not. People weren't even reading just reacting in blind rage at the fact they don't like him, so whatever he says must be terrible and lies...even when the person in question admits to it being true.

I'd like to see all of them see their friend dying in front of them and them tell no one to help. Their suggestions were so juvenile, like "try and talk to him." as if that wasn't probably the first thing Chas did? But if the person is stubborn and continues, then you need to take it further, that's common sense. Or "he wasn't convicted so what does it matter?" because our American justice system is soooo fair. In fact the point was he should've been convicted and wasn't because of his ties. That was the whole point! But once again you'd have to actually known how to read, and do that action to understand that. It doesn't make him less, wrong, or innocent. She'll never understand how they can defend someone who has done so much wrong but then demonize someone else for also doing wrong. Yah Chas can be a dick, yes he is a narcissus, but none of that is damnable by law, none of that is going to get someone killed, or himself. But you think that's worse because what? He hurt your feelings with his words? Grow up already, Ugh.

She swore arguing with them was like arguing with middle or elementary schoolers and it was irritating. She was over their blind rage and closed her phone. It wasn't her business, and if Chas wanted to continue a fight where he was talking to three dumb illiterate walls then he could waste his breath, but her time was precious. Her social media image didn't need to be dragged down by engaging in such petty nonsense anymore.

Just when she closed her phone Zeph appeared in front of her. Her frown instantly melted into a smile at the sight of him. He was one of the few people in this place she trusted and counted as a true friend. She wasn't surprised by his first words, "Hello to you too, and apparently you're not the only one who had a trash night." She smirked. She'd yet to hear about something good happening. Sure the fight between Charlie and Chas was interesting, but not necessarily 'good'.

While his first sentence wasn't a surprise (especially knowing her friends nature), the second was. Her eyes grew twice their size it felt. She had to look like a emoji at this point with her jaw dropped. Sure it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that Zeph had a crush on the girl, even if he wouldn't admit it. However to actually make a move!? That was surprising, and she wondered if he was drunk, or if she was drunk...like HOW.

"Y-you did what? No don't repeat it, I wanna know exactly what happened and how it lead to that, and most importantly what happened after?" curious eyes scanning him to see if the experience was a good or a bad one. Though the fact he seemed to overall think the night was bad lead her to infer that the kiss didn't go so well. Not to mention she thought she saw earlier that Mike had done something to Ronnie? She wasn't quite sure since she was half paying attention at the time it came up. She wondered if that had anything to do with it. A part of her hoped not for her friends sake. He deserved so much more then a girl who was boy crazy over all the wrong kinda boys.

Stella J. Bailey

coded by incandescent

 

[Kitsune2202]

- Location.
Aprt. -> school studio room
- Tags.
OPEN / Charlie, Evie, Nate (Mentions)
-Outfit.
Pretty-N-Pink

This weekend had been one for the books aright. Amy still wasn't sure she completely understood it herself, or if she was just faking it. The events must have played on repeat in her mind from Friday night...well early morning technically, until now.

Waking up with the most side-splitting hang-over Amy could've ever imagined at a mere 3 in the morning was NOT how she wanted to spend her weekend. How on earth people did this constantly she'd never know. Maybe if you stay in a constant state of drunk you never feel the after affects? However even in all her dazed pain she realized something. Her boyfriend was nowhere in site...which was weird since he'd laid down with her when he put her to bed. The buzz of his phone was bright an annoying, so annoying she grabbed it to try and figure out how to turn the damn thing off. However what she saw instead broke her heart. She got up fighting off tears thinking maybe just Maybe there was another reason? As she stumbled her way to the front room of course He came in trying to be sneaky, half dressed with not a single good excuse for his behavior.

Something snapped inside of her. Normally Amy was very passive, non-confrontational, understanding. Willing to turn the other cheek, and gives chances upon chances...but not this time. This time her heart was shattered by this act of extreme betrayal. After everything she'd put up with him, defending him against ALL her friends. He made her really believe in him, in them. She was willing to sacrifice for him. Hell she'd put off Gigs for him! She didn't remember, but she'd ordered that stupid bar fountain, she was willing to give this way of life in the fast lane a try if it was with him. All of that to be undone with a single act. And with Evie of all people! What was with that girl? did she have some sort of vendetta against her, why was she continuously going after guys who were interested in her?

Just before this they'd agreed that they were cool, so why? Why would she do this? Why would she agree to sleep with a man who was taken, and she KNEW Amy. Sure they weren't good friends or anything, but they weren't strangers, she wasn't some random she'd never see again. What little chance they had of ever developing some semblance of a friendship was now gone. She wanted nothing to do with their of these Toxic assholes.

Her eyes burned red as she clenched her fist and for the first time in her life let someone have it. She shouted, and hit, and let him know EXACTLY how she felt. And while she didn't feel any less hurt or angry after, a part of her couldn't deny...it felt really good. She could see in his eyes he was hurt, even if she couldn't be sure if he was sorry. One day he'd regret this day. If he wanted to go back to being his old self so bad, then fine. He could, without her.

She slapped him across the face for good measure and then grabbed her things before storming out the place. She was done with lil fuckboys 'trying out' being in a relationship, testing the 'commitment' waters. From this point forward she'd stop having faith in boys. She'd only deal with real men who already had their shit together. No more projects, no more leaps of faith, you either come to the table stable or don't sit down.

The long walk back to her apartment at 3 in the morning, was long and cold, but it gave her time to reflect on all of this. She entered as quietly as she could and went to her room, as to not wake the sleeping gang of friends. Man she wished she'd just gone home with them...well maybe not, then she'd maybe never know his true colors. She wondered how long he'd have lead her on believing he loved her acting like he cared, like she was the only one for him.

She entered her room and that's where she stayed all weekend. No social media, just herself in her thoughts. She stepped out every now and then so her roommates wouldn't worry, but she wasn't her usual self, and she didn't stay out long. She needed to write, she needed to get all out, every last bit. She needed to vent out the good, the bad, the ugly truth of it all. Even the parts of her that some people probably didn't believe she had in her. The part of her that now knew what it meant to hate someone. She supposed that meant her feelings at least were real and legitimate. As much as what Nate had done had ticked her off and frustrated her...this was different. This was a new level. She'd take going through that will Nate a hundred more times if it meant never feeling like this again. She wrote out her broken love, her broken pride, and her selfish desire to see those two crash and burn in each others wake from it all.

Now it Monday morning, and she can't avoid the world anymore. In fact she didn't want to. Her time wallowing in her pain, soaking in this hurt, letting it fill her to the brim...she was done. Not over it, but done. She fingered since she'd blocked him on all her social media, maybe by now she could take a look at it. For the most part she said nothing as we watched the feed go by as she got ready for the day. Then a name popped up she couldn't ignore. A part of her wanted to block her too, but a part of her still wanted her say.

She'd given Dei a piece of her mind, now it was her turn and better yet she ASKED for it. Amy had never insulted, or said anything negative about Evelyn. Through all the disagreements Amy had stayed neutral, stayed kind, and stayed calm. She didn't deserve what Evie had done so her stupid mantra of a "I don't owe you anything" meant nothing to her. If anything she kept repeating it to convince herself she wasn't as shitty of a person as she actually was. It wasn't about what was owed, it was about what was deserved, what was due because they should be decent human beings. You don't tell someone you're cool with one another another sleep with their boyfriend. That's not being cool. You don't have to be an angel or a saint to know that's wrong. In her eyes she was a vile woman who was selfish and self indulging to the point she couldn't see beyond herself, which was ironic because as much as she dogs on Chas for being that way...they have a lot in common in that respect.

She didn't care that only Nickie was on her side. In fact as the conversation progressed she was seeing so much red she hardly realized how badly they were attacking Nickie.

She was especially disappointed in Nate, but she supposed their bad vices and decision making skills made it to where nothing was too low, nothing was too far, and they'd back each other regardless of them being in the wrong. Not that it mattered. Not like she particularly cared about his or Briar for that matters opinion. Was she right for how she went about it? Maybe, maybe not. Did she care she was standing alone? (nearly) No. She knew she had every right to be pissed, and for the first time in her life she didn't want to back down, she didn't want to be the bigger person. She wanted people to know exactly how she felt. She wanted the world to know she was hurt and she was not going to take it lying down. Not for her, not for Nate, not for Dei, not for ANYONE ever again. She said her piece, and now Evie could live with whatever happens next. Karma would be her reward.

She was done with Evelyn Sinclair. While she still had a lot in store in her mind for the world to know just how she felt about Dei, she was over the conflict with Evelyn. So after the last response, she promptly blocked her too. She had no need for such toxic, and negative people in her life. As she finished getting ready she decided the last thing she wanted to do was act like a hurt kitten in all this. She was done with all that, she was done being their "little Amy". She wasn't going to hide and be meek about anything anymore. She put on a bright pink top to let the world know she wasn't grieving anymore. She was gonna be loud, proud, and ready to mingle.

She had booked over the weekend one of the studio booths for the morning. She'd been contacted by a producer about a month ago, but she'd been so wrapped up in her boyfriend that she'd been putting off working with him. Well now she was ready which meant she needed to get her set ready. Not to mention the winter arts festival would soon be here. If she could land a spot then she really would get to show the whole world her new stance.

She made her way to the studio booth once she got to school. she looked once again to see that Charlie had gotten into a bit of a tight spot thanks to the party, so instead of working on recording she took out her laptop and got to work on the other thing she does best. She got serious enough to even take out her back-up glasses. If she had anything to say about it nothing was going to happen to Charlie. She couldn't the painful Friday night, but she could do damage control for at least one of them. She could work on her set in between loading times.

Amethyst K. Jones

coded by incandescent

 

[hery]

MOOD: u go girl

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: costume room

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
ohdittoh (Mike)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Veronica Crosby

Every moment of silence threatened to shake Ronnie's resolve. Something had changed in her behavior since Friday--that was clear--but the girl could only make it so far before she began to doubt herself again. She didn't know if she was upset with Mike, the other girls, or herself. In fact, she was starting to think it was none of those specifically. But then, what could she blame this on? Coming to realize someone you once thought liked you couldn't stand your presence wasn't a great feeling, but it wasn't Mike's fault he felt that way. At the same time Ronnie wondered how he had managed to berate her so perfectly that her feelings had been hurt in practically every way imaginable.

It felt wrong to be talking with him. She wanted to stop liking him, but it was Mike. Even if a lot had changed since Friday, she still admired him greatly. No matter what logical standpoint she took, there was no immediate cure for how off she felt. And, honestly, she had a right to feel that way.

Ronnie's felt her skin crawl as Mike said her full name. What was the point? He had totally ignored the question. It was a big favor to ask, and the lack of responsibility taken on Mike's part threatened to cause an outburst from Ronnie. Her indifferent expression slipped into a minor scowl. She really was going to have another meltdown directed at Mike again if he didn't impress her with some grand gesture.

And, to some extent, he delivered. "What!?" she squeaked without thinking, all of her confidence draining out of her body. "I don't get it. I thought-" Wait. She's supposed to forget everything. Wait! Why is she following his request so blindly?

Adjusting her posture and fixing her eyes dead onto Mike's, she flatly stated, "I'm not gonna go out there and look like an idiot just because you feel bad or something." She had no doubt in her mind that he didn't feel bad. This was all damage control. Where was the apology? However right he was in his assessments on her character Friday, it was a dick move. But Ronnie had been around Mike a lot. She knew not to expect that much from a guy with an inflated sense of pride that even rivaled that of Chas Marino and Genevieve Johannes.

code by valen t.

 

[natsukashii]

Hunter Drake

online

onthehunt
mood
outfit
location
tag

• 000001
• 000001
• 000001
• 000001
• 000001

• blank
• close
  
  
  
  mood

  
  

  Tired
• close
  
  
  
  outfit

  
  

  Click
• close
  
  
  
  location

  Hollywood Arts Parking Lot
• close
  
  
  
  tag!

  ohdittoh

As the invading rays of an early morning Monday sun shone into his room through the blinds, an already-annoyed Hunter groaned himself awake. He had his blanket over him with his left leg sticking out and the fan that rotated with its cooling breeze hit it every three seconds. He lay with one hand over his face and the other under his neck for support. He didn't know if he was going to attempt to get up in time to catch Dei before he left and ask him if he could get a lift or if he was gonna be forced to take the bus today.

Moments after he decided on the former, he groaned once more and got out of bed -- well, by out, what that really meant was that he managed to find the sudden burst of energy to sit himself up.

To his left was a nightstand that had a lamp, an old-timey alarm clock from the 90s, and his phone on a Bluetooth charger. He reached for his phone and checked the time. Surprisingly, he had some of it to spare. If he wasn't already in the process of getting up, he might have slept for a bit, but he wasn't feeling that lazy.

He went to check his messages. He had some from his parents, a couple of texts from Mimi, and, of course, something of a late-night phone call he had with Nickie last night. Ever since Dei's party and since he left with her to her place, Hunter had been spending a lot of time with Nickie (or as much as he could). They always got along and it wasn't out of character or anything for him to feel like talking to her or hanging out with her was anything weird. Honestly, it felt nice to be able to talk to someone that wasn't Dei or Chas. And, honestly, since the night of the party, Hunter felt closer to her.

But likewise, he couldn't make sense of what he felt for her or how she felt about him. She said she loved him and he wanted to believe her. Even now as he sat on his bed, he wanted to believe her, but a few things clouded his mind. First was the state she was in when she said it. And when they were alone, he wanted to talk about it -- even got to the point when he wanted to talk to her about what she said.

But his words never left his mouth because her tongue silenced him. And despite all of his hesitation, he and Nickie didn't do a lot of talking that night, but if there was one thing made clear to him, it was that he became more confused about Nickie than he was before Dei's party.

"Why are girls so confusing?" Hunter groaned as he rose to his feet and proceeded to get ready for school.

In less than forty minutes, Hunter had gotten dressed, ate, and found himself in the parking lot of Hollywood Arts. He didn't really pay much attention to Twitter. Not because he didn't want to but the boy was just too preoccupied with his own thoughts. He tried not to get swallowed up by his own mind, but some things couldn't be helped.

At some point, he was walking, he heard a voice in the distance call out to him. He thought he was just hearing things, so he paid no mind and kept walking. It wasn't until he heard it again, but this time it wasn't faint. Nickie's voice was sharp to his butter ears, penetrating it with ease but her smile made the suddenness of her positivity not seem as alarming.

"Oh hey!" He said, greeting her with a half-awake smile. Coffee was in him but it took almost an hour until the caffeine did its job. "Tired and wishing I could go back to bed." He laughed at his own comment. "Weekend was pretty tame compared to homecoming and the party. How about you?" He asked, trying to keep the topic as unawkward as humanly possible.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[hery]

MOOD: ;^)

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: school hallway

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
LowkeyLovingLoki (Chase)
Winona (Nate)
jasmyn (Evie)

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Javier Cervantes

October in junior year is a little late to be transferring schools, but anyone that was just barely acquainted with Javier would know he wasn't the most punctual guy anyway. Lying on the futon he had claimed for his own at his buddy's apartment, Javi spent the early morning lurking on Twitter, getting a feel for the social scene at Hollywood Arts. It had only been a weekend and yet another scandal had cropped up out of nowhere, involving the same two assholes as Friday's shitstorm. He made a mental note not to associate with either of the boys; fraternizing with known jerks was a surefire way to lose the interest of potential suitors and suitresses.

At the very least, he definitely had the interest of a certain skinny, dark-haired boy. And the feeling was mutual. Subtlety wasn't exactly Javi's strong suit, and he liked it that way. If he didn't have a babe back at his home (or, rather, his bandmate's place he was crashing at) by Wednesday he would have to carry around a neon sign with the words 'I'm the new kid so hook up with me!' on it. He was looking forward to meeting Chase in person; maybe he couldn't be such a smartass when they weren't talking over text.

Whistling a tune, Javi got ready to go to school, making sure to get a spritz of his cologne of choice. He checked the time, letting out a grunt and lightly punching the wall when he realized he would most definitely miss first period if he tried to take the bus. He had already missed the one he was supposed to go on. Stupid online flirting. Normally tardiness was not at all a concern for Javier, but how could he miss meeting a potential lover before school? It would be cruel to stand him up like that. Well, that and he was one fuckup away from military school.

Without a second thought, he scooped up his roommate's car keys off the table and headed to a car that he was most definitely not given permission to use that day. Looks like you're walking to work today, Linus. Your fat ass needs the exercise anyway. Before taking off, the curly-haired boy lit a cigarette and took a drag, peering out the window of the car. The view was great: there was Fran partaking in her daily dumpster diving, as well as Rich shouting at his car in Spanish for what was possibly the third time this week. "Just take it to the shop already, tonto!" Before the middle-aged man could curse him out again, Javi sped out of the parking lot.

Javier made it to school in record time, a whole fifteen minutes before the first bell. He shoved his way through the crowded hallway, looking down at his phone occasionally to chat on Twitter. The girls were definitely feistier on average here, but maybe it would do Javi some good to fuck around with a few richies before he was inevitably kicked out for something stupid.

In no time, the boy spotted Chase... and his friends. Dammit. Clearly this twink didn't want it enough if he was gonna be situated between two blatant cockblocks. Evie was pretty and all, but she really wasn't his crowd. Too fancy and domineering and shit. And this Nate guy, as everyone had so clearly spelled it out to Javi, was bad news. Javi was a pretty outspoken guy, so he had no problem joining the bandwagon and publicly denouncing him as well for outing this 'Chas' guy. At the same time, the morning's revelation was impressive. Shit, coke and crime? What's he doing with these preps?

"Heyyy, batboy," he purred, placing a hand on the lockers next to Chase and leaning his weight onto them. It probably would have appeared more suave if he was more than just an inch taller than the boy. As is they were just eye-level. "Found you." He stuck his neck out to see Evie and Nate behind Chase, offering the two a cheeky wiggly wave of the hand. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting or anything. I tend to do that."

code by valen t.

 

[ohdittoh]

@reidbetweenthelines
filler

MOOD || how pathetic
asdfsdfd
OUTFIT || casual wear
filler
LOCATION || the lit dpt.'s costume room
filler
INTERACTIONS || ronnie
filler
MENTIONS || n/a
filler
TAGS || hery
​

​

What the fuck? According to Mike’s plan, Ronnie should have been melting by now. He’d asked her to forget it all. He’d said her whole first name.

And then he’d gone to his last resort, brought out the big artillery— asked her to the fair with a please and a grin.

So why the hell had she not immediately said yes? What had he done wrong? He was basically Prince Charming asking Cinderella to dance— even if this Prince Charming had the baggage of having called Cinderella a cockblocking simp.

He hated not knowing what to do. It pissed him off.

He chuckled. “You’re looking too deep into this,” he said. “Listen, I just want to...”

His voice trailed off, and he swallowed hard, looking away from Ronnie. “You won’t look like an idiot. Why would you look like an idiot?”

He wasn’t going to apologize. He refused to.

“You aren’t an idiot,” he said, “so you won’t look like one.”

He sighed softly, chuckling again. Okay, so this wasn’t going to work.

Fucking great.

An apology played at the back of his throat, right beyond the tip of his tongue. That dumb shit in his chest wanted to blurt out an apology, but his brain stopped him.

Why should he apologize? There was no reason. Right? That was right, yeah?

Fuck, he knew the answer. It was wrong. He’d hurt another person— someone who really cared about him.

Fuck pride. It made everything too hard for him.

He wanted to knock a hole in the wall. The anger in him was building.

“Ronnie,” he sighed, clenching his jaw, “just...come on.”

Apologize, you fuck!

“I...”

Do it.

He clenched his jaw, rubbing his neck. The air was tense. He could hardly breathe.

Do it.

He looked at Veronica again.

She...he...

“I’m sorry.”

He hadn’t been able to stop the words coming from his mouth. As soon as they’d came out, he’d wanted to shove them back in.

Fuck.

He needed to avert the crisis.

He forced an unconfident grin. “I...”

No charming words came to him. Nothing.

He clenched his jaw. This was fucking...infuriating.

Swallow your fucking pride.

He looked down at his feet, swallowing hard and squeezing his eyes shut, clenching his jaw.

Fuck. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, Veronica,” he said in a quiet voice. “Like, really sorry. Just...forget everything I said. I didn’t...I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, okay?” His voice was so small, and he hated it.

He hated how meek he felt. Mike the Midget groveling the Cockblocking Simp.

How pathetic.

“I...I’m sorry,” he repeated defeatedly.

He looked up at Ronnie again, giving an un-confident smile. The charm in his words were gone, the squishy stuff beneath exposed. “Now, come on...” He felt his ears heat up in embarrassment. “Please. Really.” His voice was firm. “I...just want to go with you.”

He felt disgusting— he felt small. This was...not his plan.

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code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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[ohdittoh]

@therealnickieabrams
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MOOD || chatter chatter chatter
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OUTFIT || daily clothing
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LOCATION || the school parking lot
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INTERACTIONS || hunter
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MENTIONS || chas
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TAGS || natsukashii
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Nickie smiled at Hunter again, mildly frustrated that he didn’t take her hint and take her hand. Hearing him talk made her heart thump harder in her chest. “My weekend went great.” (Sans the crying.) “I wrote a couple of songs, but that’s about all that really happened— oh, and worked on my homework,” she chartered. “I missed you, though— I mean, I know I saw you Friday and we called a lot, but I still missed you.”

She shifted her bag on her back. Her math textbook was bogging her down, but she didn’t mind much right now— after all, Hunter was here for her to focus on. “I, like, also had a call with my family Sunday evening.” (Well, it was originally just her mom, and then she’d started bawling and her siblings came to help cheer her up.) “I miss them, too. But, like, different kind of miss, you know...”

She paused as the two of them entered the school. “Hey, Hunter, do you have any siblings or anything?” She was supposed to know, but she didn’t remember right now.

Nickie went quiet again as she made her way to her locker, eyeing his hand again. She really wanted to take it...but they were inside now. Other people would see, and people would...

Well, they’d either tease Hunter or her for something or other. Nickie just had a breakdown over Chad and now she and Hunter? or Hunter’s really letting himself be tied down. People would jump to conclusions and talk.

Even if they were kind of...talking...

And even if she had confessed to him...

Maybe it wasn’t a big of a deal as she thought...

She really wanted to take his hand...

The butterflies in her stomach knocked against the back of her throat as she prodded his pinky with hers, looking at him with a bright smile, hoping that he picked up on what she wanted.

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[Kio.exe]

Magnolia Fields

Today was going to be good. Yes, even though Maggie was starting at a new, very prestigious school her senior year, it would be good. She stood in front of Hollywood Arts now, taking a deep breath. Would she fit in here? She’d, of course, stalked all of the students’ social medias before arriving, and they seemed...hectic. Like their lives were moving at a much faster pace than hers. That was fine, she just didn’t know how long she’d last.

Her guitar case was slung over her shoulder, her backpack abandoned at her feet, as Maggie contemplated her entrance. Students milled about the campus, chatting by the steps, hanging out by flashy new cars. Sighing, Maggie picked up her bag and headed towards the hulking building, the schedule that she’d received in her mail a few weeks before in hand. Pushing open the large, glass doors, she strode into the lobby, taking a moment to study her surroundings. Lucious couches filled the space, and there were hallways that led from it, all filled with chattering students. Plants were placed in the corners of the room, and the bright lights made the space look clean and open. It was beautiful here.

Looking down at her phone, Maggie sighed. What time do classes start again? She hoped they did soon, because she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand awkwardly in front of everyone, waiting for someone to approach her. If they would at all. Maggie turned as the door opened behind her, and a boy entered, looking just as lost as her. His face was set in a scowl, his shoulders tense, and the same paper she held in her hands was in his. Was this Nic Thompson, the other new student? As people stared at the hulking boy, Maggie was glad the attention was taken from her, at least for now.

lobby • tags/mentions: none • Mood: Here • outfit: here

 

[Kio.exe]

Nic Thompson

As Nicolas Thompson pushed open the doors to Hollywood Arts, he realized he made a mistake. Realized that even though he’d been admitted to the school, he’d never be accepted by the other people here. And that was fine, he told himself. He didn’t need anyone besides himself. They would all end up leaving in the end regardless. A girl stood in front of him, a guitar strapped across her back and a bag dangling from the tips of her painted fingernails. She looked just a confused as he felt, but he shoulders slumped in relief as almost every head in the hallway turned in his direction. Great, of course he’d be the first thing people notice in this shitty prep-school. He wasn’t exactly inconspicuous, standing at 6’3”, and it didn’t help that he was in a terrible mood. Well he was always in a terrible mood, but it was worse now.

Scowling, Nic moved past the girl, who gave a shaky smile up at him that he didn’t bother returning. He unlocked his phone and put his playlist on shuffle before shoving his headphones into his ears, hoping to drown out the whispers that were sure to begin any second. Because none of these twerps had anything better to do. Shaking his head, Nic studied his schedule, his eyes moving over the page as he looked for his locker number. Ahh, there. Locker 253. Luckily for him, they all were in order, and the hallway he chose at random, next to the music department held the numbers in the 200s. Finding his locker, he twisted in the code, his fingers fumbling. God, he hadn’t done that in years.

Bodies moved around him as he unceremoniously threw his backpack into the tight space, leaving his guitar resting against the locker besides his. If anyone knocked it over, they were dead. No one bothered approaching him just yet, and Nic was glad. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to some sniveling starlet that thought they were the shit. He found even looking too long in their direction was abrasive to his eyes. God, he hated people. That girl in the lobby didn’t seem so bad though. Not that he’d ever talk to her.

location: lockers • tags/mentions: none • mood: Here • outfit: Here

 

[fin]

get money

Shiiit.

The only consolation for the slap he'd received on the weekend was ice, and rap music. Dei bopped his head along with the rhythm sounding in his car, steering the car with one arm, and holding a bag of ice to his cheek with the other.

To say the past several days had been eventful would be an understatement. Dei had lead that dog shit team of Hollywood Arts pussies to a championship. The contrast between Dei's team in Chicago, and Los Angeles was outstanding. Then again, at H.A. he was playing with spoon-fed babies who needed to a hand to hold every time they crossed the street, whereas in Chicago, it was cross the street or die. Obvious answer what the real dogs on that team had chosen. Anyways, they (Kordei) had won the game, and had chosen his two-storey apartment as the venue for their triumphant victory party.

In spite of sore legs, and bruised heels, Dei managed to have a good time with those present. He'd enjoyed more drinks than he could handle, and maybe that was why he was prompted to get in with Evie Sinclaire. Nah. The championship had reminded him of just how much of a badass he was. Being tied down to Amy was like playing Derrick Rose against a bunch of kids. It just didn't make sense.

Fortunately for him, Amy had gotten absolutely shit-faced at the party. He didn't have to do much to hide going over to Evie's, and god did she deliver. It was like they'd never broken up, really, and Kordei hadn't even realized how much he'd missed it until he had the chance to taste all Evelyn Sinclaire had to offer. Shit, it wasn't no joke.

"Do this again tomorrow night?" Dei had asked, before creeping back into the apartment hallway. His clothes were tucked under an arm, clothed only in a sleeveless white tee, and his boxers as he tried to return to the apartment. Fuck. Of course he'd forgotten his phone.

"Babe, it's not what it looks like." Dei tried to console. As much as he wanted to be a free man, he still had a semblance of connection to Amy, and in that moment he could tell he'd truly hurt her. His clothes dropped out of his hands as he pleaded for her to stay, that the messages were lies, or whatever lie he could make up on the spot. It was already too late though. Following an earful from Amy, Kordei was the recipient of an unsuspecting slap. One that ricocheted through his person, and back up his cheek. He gritted his teeth at Amy, and instinctively raised a hand of his own. With a sudden realization of his own action, he froze in place, and toppled onto the bed, watching Amy solemnly as she packed and left his apartment.

"I hope Hunter wasn't here to hear that." Dei sighed lamely, before flopping down into a slumber.

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"If you don't look 'ya bitchass another way, I'll make you." Kordei scowled as he slammed the door of car shut. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the attention. Hell, he'd disappeared from Twitter just to keep these bitches on their toes. But now he was in his domain, and he had to make it clear that he was not the one losing Amy. Amy had been the one who lost him. He was a fucking king.

And... along with that the vague thought of a threesome had faded in and out of his psyche though. Was it ever a possibility that if he'd just told Amy about Evelyn-- Hm, nah. He shook his head to himself.

He swung his backpack over his back, and bounced over towards the Hollywood Arts entrance. A golden chain swung over his chest, the cross pendant seated just above his stomach on the plain tee he had on. A red and black flannel button-up hung loosely, and unbuttoned, paired with some dark skinny jeans, and a pair of retro J's. God was he sexy coming back to school as both a champion, and unretired player (get ready ladies).

Anyone that so much as looked at Dei wrong was met with a menacing scowl as he strode through his halls. Dei kept his eyes open for those he didn't get a chance to see much of the other night. Hunter, Chas-- shit, Eve. So soon? He hadn't expected that.

Past Javi, and past Chase, stood Evelyn Sinclaire. Looking bad as fuck as she usually did. Kordei took the liberty to sport a glance over at Evelyn's backside. A grin was beginning to curl up onto Kordei's lips, chin-flicks in the direction of Chase and Javi as he neared, but his mood quickly turned sour at the brown-haired douche staring idly at his phone. A dry, obviously sarcastic chuckle, rung out from Kordei as his eyes squinted down onto Nate.

"You've got some motherfuckin' nerve, lil' ni**ga." Dei frowned. His steps grew forceful, and sharp until he was toe to toe with Nate. Even while adorned with rings, Dei used both hands to grab at the collar of Nathan's shirt, and force him firmly up onto the locker behind him. "That shit you pulled with Chas? The shit you still pulling? You thought just because I didn't get you at the game, I was somehow s'posed to forget about it right?"

Kordei honestly didn't care about whether or not the other students got involved, or went on with their day. This was a statement made for Chas, his friend, his dawg. No matter how pristine people made L.A. seem to be, Dei only saw fit resolving issue the same way he did back in Chicago.

He was able to manage a subtle glance at Evie, though the terms of-- well whatever they were, still felt very much in the air to him. Especially now that he'd found her with Nathan of all people.

mood; angry, pissed. | location; hallway. | tags; evie jasmyn , nate Winona , chase LowkeyLovingLoki , hunter natsukashii , javier hery​

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code by low fidelity.

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xoxo

basics

too many tbh

mentions

nate Winona
chase LowkeyLovingLoki
javi hery
kordei fin

interactions

Evelyn Sinclaire

evie ~ eighteen ~ senior ~ plastics; fashion

It was nearly impossible not to notice the people walking by them in the hallways, staring and whispering directed their way. The hot topics of the day seemed to be Evie’s sleeping with Dei and Nate’s questionable past. Evie had never been one to complain about being the center of attention but this was different. As much as she would act like she wasn’t bothered by the whole thing she was. Not that she'd regretted it but she had made a decision based on the passion of the moment and some anger. Then she’d found out that Amy knew about it by being called out on social media of all places. Dei hadn’t even had the decency to let her know he’d been caught and that she would likely get the backlash of it. She would be lying to say that didn't fuck with her at all.

Honestly, she was partially trying to distract herself from all of that by focusing on Nate’s problems. The other part of her was actually just worried about him. Sure, his criminal background was a shock to her when she realized it was true but what she was more focused on was the drug addiction. Was it really bad as Chas said? Was he done with it now? As he dismissed things with a simple “I’m good” she wanted to ask more. Even as he turned the question back on her she was going to ignore it to ask her own follow-up questions. The new addition to the conversation made her stop though. As much as she trusted Chase, which was a hell of a lot, she didn’t want to make Nate uncomfortable.

“Yeah. It's nothing I can’t handle,” she shrugged it off before closing her locker and turning to look at Chase. “Who? Oh, the shirtless guy from Twitter?” she asked with a smirk tugging at her lips, nudging him. Sure enough, Javier walked straight up and gave a half-assed wave to them before focusing back on Chase. She wasn’t really sure how she felt about the new kid but based on Twitter he just didn’t seem like her cup of tea. It was obvious that Chase was into him though so she'd play nice...for the most part. Her eyes flickered back to her phone as it buzzed and she once again defended her name. It was getting quite repetitive and boring at this point. So what she slept with Dei. Oh fucking well.

Speak of the devil, a notification flashed across her screen with his name on it and she smirked. The expression was short-lived at his words though as the conversation went on. To be fair, what had she been expecting? That their feelings would get the best of them and they would just end up back together? Of course not. She'd sworn off relationships. Had she actually let herself believe that he still had feelings for her outside of sexual desires? No, Evie wasn’t that stupid either. It was purely sexual on both ends. No strings attached, just how she liked things... At least that’s what she was going to keep telling herself. Evie shoved her phone into her purse and listened in on the conversation between Chase and the new guy. "Chase, luv, I will catch up with you later," she winked.

She was just about to drag Nate down the hall to give Chase some space to flirt when she heard Kordei Grant's unmistakable voice. Before she knew is Nate was suddenly being grabbed by the shirt and thrown against a locker. The brunette didn't have to hear his words to know exactly what had pissed Dei off. He was friends with Chas and really it had only been a matter of time before Dei came to Nate with the issue face to face. What was she supposed to do? Just let Kordei hit Nate without saying something? Let them fight it out? Jesus fucking christ. "Dei, what the fuck? Chill out," she said as his eyes flashed in her direction. "Are you really gonna fight in the middle of the damn school?" she added, her eyes never leaving his as she spoke. She knew better though, Dei had a temper and it could be hard to sway him once he was set on something.

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[sunshineysoul]

january quinten

visuals

backyard boy by claire rosinkranz

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

class junior
department visuals;; photography
other info

i cannot believe i'm coming in at the middle of the year. january's thoughts were running wild. she hated that it had taken so long to get all the paperwork sorted out; but when you pull a stunt like she did in her application, it was bound to take a while. applying and getting rejected to the music department was crushing, but january was determined. sure enough, she was accepted, finally, into the visuals department. she had to make a pretty solid case for herself and her photography. but it worked! and here she was, sitting in her car in the Hollywood Arts parking lot, terrified of going in.

she knew that she had already missed so much. not just on the schoolwork side of things, but on the social side of things. the homecoming dance being the biggest thing on her mind. she was terrified of trying to make friends when everyone had already made their own friend groups. anxiety was flooding her mind, making her heart race; she couldn't help it.

after a few minutes of hyping herself up, she decided it was time to get the worst part over with. gathering her backpack, keys, phones and whatever else she needed, she finally stepped out of the car. suddenly she was the most confident girl in the world. she walked from the parking lot to the front doors with her head held high. she repeated her own mantra of how she knew she deserved to be there, she knew she had earned her spot in this school, she repeated it over and over again; begging her mind to fully believe it.

pushing the front doors open, january was overwhelmed again, but she wasn't about to let it show through. the students were bustling about the lobby and the halls and there were some amazing halloween decorations. not cheesy and dumb like most schools, they were actually really cool. january took a moment to breathe, glancing down at her schedule in her hand. she had no idea where the classrooms where, let alone her first class.

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[Chimney Swift]

RAMONA WHEELER

Location: The hallway
Interaction: *crickets*
Mood: Culture Shocked

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Los Angeles, California.
A far cry from the winding streets of Boston that Ramona grew up on.
First of all, it essentially never snowed this deep in SoCal. Ramona would miss that. Second, everything was so clean and fake that Ramona half-assumed even the palm trees were plastic. Even the old people were different. It was like everyone was slowly morphing into a pitiful silicone reconstruction of something they once were instead of proper cranky old folk. Despite its size, it didn't have the same vibe as east coast cities: New York, Pittsburgh, Boston. It felt like a suburb here. It felt like fucking Disneyland.

But despite the alien nature of the west coast-- no, because of it--, Ramona couldn't help but enjoy it. It was like a movie set. She could tell why so many have written songs about this place. Besides, she felt a little more at home after her cab drove past what looked like a pretty bad traffic crash. I guess shitty drivers are the universal city culture. She cracked a little smile as the cab drove along the palm-lined open road, casually swiping through her phone. She;d been added to the school's Twitter chat that morning, but hadn't really checked in yet. Uh... her new classmates definitely seemed the conservatory types. Every single one of them just popped with volatile energy. Ramona, before anyone even confirmed this, immediately got the impression that this chat could turn ugly really quickly.

She hopped out of the cab at the nearest Starbucks, the one place she could be sure that she could get a decently ridiculously overpriced coffee milkshake. What could she say? She was 16, she was incredibly white, and she needed her grande matcha creme coconut milk frappuchino fix. Nothing wrong with being a tiny bit stereotypical sometimes. She made up for it. Besides, why not seal the first day deal by showing up late with Starbucks? Well, not late to class. Late to the entire fucking year. Apparently they keep admissions open after the terms starts or something.

The walk to the Hollywood Arts building wasn't too long, but by the end of it Ramona was regretting the peach-pink fluffy oversized sweater she chose to wear. This deep south weather was going to be the death of her. Clinging to her frozen green beverage for dear life, she pushed open the doors and sidled down the open hallway as if this were any regular schoolday, as if she wasn't new. Standing and gawking wasn't her style

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