Realistic or Modern Kingpin - IC

[pulpfiction]

/coded by allure/​

Kingpin

ic.cs.ooc.locations.​

Welcome to Kingpin! The RP starts 2 days after the fateful night of the Kingpin's party, the 1st day of school. A new gossip blog has recently popped up out of nowhere, sparking the attention of Avon High's student population. The very first entry in the blog held leaked photos of Emmeline Gubler's exposed body during the night of the party, consequently earning her quite the reputation.

Said gossip blog's original creator has yet to be identified, but due to the fact that the website allows for anonymous contributions, it has been active ever since it was constructed. The website has been dubbed "The Burn Book" as tribute to the iconic, early 2000s teen film (we all know which one I'm talking about).

Fun fact: not even the website's creator can track the sources of which the contributions/posts come from. It's a community of people from Avon High posting all the juicy gossip they've gathered, but there's no way of telling who's who and no way of telling what's true.

The Cast of Kingpin
Chance King as The Kingpin [ Moonraker ]
Arlyn Durand as The Queen Bee [ Semblance ]
Emmeline Gubler as The Slut [ deer ]
Oliver Harlow as The Nerd [ pulpfiction ]
Arden Vega as The Prep [ simonesays ]
Adonis Vega as The Player [ adored ]
Saffron Harper as The Hipster [ ShadyAce ]
Tramel Fitzgerald as The Stoner [ logastellus ]
Emily Walters as The Cheerleader [ spectro ]
Frankie Morillo as The Quarterback [ pulpfiction ]​

 

[pulpfiction]

The Burn Book

Topic: 1st Day of School [Episode 01]

Posted by: Anon (;

[Disclaimer: These blog posts are written by an NPC and not by any of the main characters. These posts will serve as "episodes", if you will - they'll narrate the setting, and if a particular scene gets too dry or too drawn-out, the episode will end and a new setting will be introduced that will allow every character to interact.]

I'm sure we're all excited about the release of Emmeline Gubler's half-naked pics (I mean, she's personally way too skinny for my taste), but an almost equally exciting thing is the fact that it's officially the first day of school at Avon High this fine Monday afternoon! And you know what that means: tensions increase as everyone who was at the Kingpin's glorious party show their faces yet again. Oh, the shame. And I'm not just talking about you, Miss Gubler.

Apparently, the golden couple was seen arguing pretty intensely at the party. I guess our poor host didn't have such a good time. Trouble in paradise? If things don't work out between you and Ari though, I just want you to know that you can rest your pretty head on my shoulder, Chance King. (;

Anyway, the bell literally just rang for lunch time, and I'm famished - practically starving for new gossip. This page better be updated soon when I check it again later though. Ciao!

mentioned: deer Semblance Moonraker

code// just-peachy

 

[logastellus]

tramel s. fitzgerald

Lunch time. The absolutely best time of the school day for all the students regardless of grades and social status to witness what Tramel would could say is one of his most embarrassing moments of his life. Well...it wasn't really embarrassing and everyone didn't look in his direction at all...in fact they were mainly looking at Em. Sighing rubbing the back of his neck he glanced over at his best friend a worried look on his fucked up and bruised face. Staring into her hazel eyes he placed a hand on her shoulder "hey...if you don't want to eat here we don't have to...you don't have to suck it up and be here with these motherfuckers..." softly pressing their foreheads together he immediately regretted the gesture. Since they first met in high school Tramel always pressed their foreheads together kinda like a reassurance for whatever the two have been through but right now in this very moment he was resisting the urge to kiss his best friends soft plump lips. Quickly moving head away from hers keeping at a safe distance he cleared his throat avoiding any contact with her eyes. "ok ummmm...i'll...i'll go and grab something to eat...and meet you...at our regular spot...yeah..." With that being said Tramel quickly left silently cursing at himself wanting to slam his head against a wall multiple times hoping to get amnesia and forget what just happened. Looking around the cafeteria figuring out if he wanted to eat that crap they call food or just grab something off campus, his train of thought was cut off when he heard a group of boys voices that he dreaded walk by him towards their signature table. Clenching his fists he took deep breathes closing his eyes before turning on the balls of his feet heading towards the group his eyes red with rage. Upon walking over to the group who were laughing and acting like buffoons he stopped in front of the table staring straight at the long haired bastard that caused all of this in the first place.Frankie Morillo. The group fell silent along with Frankie yet had smirks and grins on their faces. "well look who it is...come to tell us how it was not nice that we beat you up at the Kingpins party? or...did you come for round two?" One of the football players began to stand up before he was slowly pushed back down by one of the other players. Tramel looked at the player a stoic look on his face before returning his gaze back to Frankie. "...Morillo...I know that small ass peanut brain of yours probably isn't going to process any of what I am about to say so...i'll slow it down for you and your friends..." He slowly placed his hands on the table "what you and your idiot crew did was the most fucked up thing ever...i would say it's worse than what that idiot president is doing but you're right behind him...revenge is beneath me but...accidents will happen and that's a promise so...watch your backs..." His bruised face was cold and serious and when Tramel made promises he sure as hell keeps them.

mood: annoyed>serious
location: school cafeteria
outfit: boom
mentions: n/a
interaction: emmeline>frankie
tags: deer pulpfiction

coding by: diaphanous

 

[deer]

emmeline verena rosalind hertz gubler

Empty bottles scattered across the living room floor and tables. The smell of leftovers from the night before dispersed through the air and the sound of bell-like airy mews and a clogged up throat whispered through the room. Two chest heaved up and down slowly in a comatose induced-like state, ignorant of the world around them as they tuck their heads comfortably under the cushion of the couch and pillows. It must be nice to be able to sleep soundly. Her gaze flickered to and fro, the creaking of the wood floors cracked beneath her with each stride she took from one point to the next. She had been walking aimlessly for the past few minutes in auto-drive. Her blank stare continued as she allowed her long, voluminous hair to fall forward, covering her face as she picked up the tiniest scraps off the ground along with the bottles of empty liquor from the children she was staying in the house with. With a plastic bag in hand, she crept slowly and steadily as light footsteps patted against the floor. She wasn’t trying to be as quiet as a mouse, it just so happened that she was blessed with gentle and soft steps. No matter how much anger built inside of her, she was tired. Exhausted. Her energy was zapped out of her and she had no desire of letting her throat burst aflame for those who don’t give her the time of day. Not anymore.

Sleep was a foreign idea - finding an escape from reality. No matter how hard she tried to flee from seeing the image of her in only just her bra and underwear, it haunted her with each blink and each time she closed her eyes. Shame. Regret. All emotions in one. But, she couldn’t find where to point fingers and set her anger aflame. Nana had tried to get her to eat, to soothe whatever pain she was holding in but to no avail. She had been worried for her “daughter” but only comforted her with whispering words of her support and how she would be there when she was ready to confide in her. Regardless, Emmeline’s bright hazel eyes dulled increasingly as the days passed. She didn’t ask for her life to make an alternating change, she was perfect just where she was before the party.

Time Skip

Echoes of chatter went in her ear and out the other ear. She could feel the pounding her heart beat against her chest and the shaking of her hands with each step she took down the pathway of the school building. Whoever it was, whatever they did, what happened the night of that condemned party was exposed - even to those who had no business at the party were given a message to everyone's devices. Emmeline had been in for a rude awakening when she attempted to hide in the background of the masses of the flurry of color in front of her but to no avail. It was foolish - no, naive - to think that the memory of her walking out of the house almost naked wasn't going to be remembered or the hammered stupidity of her classmates would be just a drunken thought. Flash! Flash! Emmeline could hear the shuttering of a camera and the clicking of the photo being taken. She could sense the whispering in the vines and the hammering of her head growing louder with each step she took in the hallway of the school. Is this what they call 'the walk of shame'? But, what did she have anything to be ashamed about? Her face remained emotionless, passive even as she could feel the burning stares, the disgusted look, and the droning of the gossip reaching her frame. Never more now than she had been now feeling like a specimen under a microscope. Never more now had she felt stared and looked upon - exposed - even with clothes on as if people weren't looking at or through her but inside of her through all of her flaws, insecurity, and most of all pain. She was uncomfortable under their piercing stares as if she was some alien that landed from Mars. But, she couldn't lash out - no, she wouldn't - not when she knew, when she could feel them waiting for her to something, anything. Emmeline wouldn't give them that accomplishment, that feeling of wanting to see more of some sort of sick, twisted show. Instead, Emmeline continued as she always done - ignored them, distancing herself from the world as she inhaled and exhaled, heading to her morning classes.

Time Skip

No matter where she went or how she went about, the gazes were on her and she could feel herself getting queasy. Lunch time had arrived and Emmeline couldn't resist not looking at the Burn Book. At first, she had been afraid to even look at herself online, but when the screen came before her eyes, she shut down. Tears hadn't flowed. Her heart hadn't break. How much more will they feel the need to beat a horse when it's already down? They're relentless. She wanted to feel the pain, the emotions, but nothing came. Should she laugh at the results? Only a small, bitter laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head, the grip of her phone tightening. Emmeline numbed herself, only allowing her senses smell takeover. But, no matter how much she wanted to eat, get some sort of energy, the pungent taste of liquor surfaced her mouth as she contained the need to vomit.

Thankfully, she wasn't alone - Emmeline couldn't be that ungrateful, that vain, that self-absorbed. Instead of worrying about herself any longer, Emmeline found an escape - her best friend and she was beyond relieved to see him during break hours. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, her shoulders slumping as she reveled in Tramel's warmth and presence. If there was anyone she could rely on - it was him. Her eyes fluttered closed as she listened to his soothing words. A small whisper of "I'm sorry" escaped her lips as she found comfort in him. Their foreheads were touching and she could practically feel his energy surging through her - a small pick-me-up, a reassurance that everything would be okay. And, she believed him. He towered her over in stature, but these were one of those moments where she felt safe and sound. His height made her feel secured as if she was untouchable whenever he was around. Tramel didn't have to do anything but stay by her side and allow her to lean on him. Her Nana couldn't get through to her and despite her avoiding Tramel's text for the past days, when she saw him - all bruised up - her heart sank for the first time since then.

Emmeline could only timidly shake her head as she was reminded of the fond memories she and Tramel shared together. Bright colors took over the duller ones - vividly bringing to life the first moment she had met her best friend that would go to the ends of the world for her, and she for him. Her lips curved up slightly as she found herself reliving those memories, remembering the good time as it out-weighed whatever was happening in "reality". For the first time in two days, Emmeline found a real small laugh escape her lips as she listened to Tramel's consideration and kindness. However, when he left her to find food and told her to meet up at their usual spot, she felt her light slip away from her. Something inside her told her to run after him - wanting to return to that warm, platonic, space they were in a moment ago. The spell was broken.

With a deep breath, Emmeline made her way inside the cafeteria. She couldn't let Tramel's energy and time go to waste, instead, she used Tramel as her motivation. Emmeline always admired his strong will and strength. Despite the both of them differing in nature, they went well together- like two peas in a pod. But, when she heard his voice across the cafeteria, her eyes widened as she found him marching over to where those lesser humans were - or were they beast? Regardless, she could feel the cafeteria brewing with excitement as watchful eyes found their gazes over towards the table. Narrowing her eyes, Emmeline made her way over as well. Her hands were slightly shaking as she took a deep breath, trying not to psyche herself out.

She couldn't forgive those imbeciles who harmed her friend just for protecting her. Instead of allowing herself to be protected, she would protect Tramel with whatever dignity or power she had left. She didn't care anymore, what did she have to lose? Nothing. Her strides were calculating as thoughts passed through her head of how she should confront those beast. It wasn't fear she felt, but she didn't want to stumble over her words - giving them more reason to make fun of her and make Tramel look bad. Instead of standing behind Tramel, she walked up next to him, side-by-side. "Why are you giving these. . . ." She started before using her hand to emphasize her question, "irrelevant beast attention, Tramel?" Her voice rose just a whisper, though it was as clear as day despite the small hoarseness of her tone while her voice sounded deeper than usual. "It'll only cause them to have more fantasies inside their head that they are something to revel in." Emmeline finished coldly and stoicly, though her eyes were not drawn towards Tramel's but rather the quarterback's as she showed more courageousness to face them head-on. She didn't need to refer to him in name, no, she would never. Emmeline wouldn't give him the decency of being treated as a human for what they've done.

A thin smile made it's way towards her lips, "Although revenge is beneath Tramel, you should watch your back. I heard Karma's looking for a revenge. And I'm sure she's sweeter than you'll ever be." With those words she paused, gauging for the quarterback's reaction as she placed a hand on Tramel's shoulder, shaking her head. Her eyes found Tramel's marked up face once more and she could only inwardly hiss before returning her gaze back towards the others, her eyes glossing over the football team.[/font]
locations: home - school's courtyard and hallway - cafeteria | with: tramel [ logastellus ], the beasts [ pulpfiction and the other football players ] | outfit: xxx

"if only i knew then what i knew now"

codedbymeraki.

 

[deer]

arden vega - the prep​

xxxx

xxxx

Mood: Reminiscing in boredom > Struggling to walk to the cafeteria
Location: Home > School hallways | Outfit: xxx | With: Adonis [ adored ]
Mentions: Frankie [ pulpfiction ] , Arlyn [ Semblance ] , Chance [ Moonraker ]

The two days following Chance King's last-day-of-summer and back-to-school party were unbelievably boring for Arden. When her parents split, her father moving out of her mother's house, Florencia Torres created a "tradition" for her two daughters to enjoy their last two days of staying home and doing practically nothing. The three girls went on a camping trip in the trailer park on the other side of town. Arden was the only one that had camping experience, as she had always been closer to her father until a certain age, and her and Adonis used to go on trips with Alejandro. The first two years that the three girls had their camping trip, they were disastrous. Raccoons had eaten all of their food, a wasps nest was in the women's public bathroom, and a group of trailers had hosted a party, featuring strobe lights, barking dogs, and motorcycles. The third year had gone completely different, and had been unsettling peaceful. This year, county construction had cut off a large part of the trailer park, so the park was next to empty of trailers, and Arden was surprised by how much the trailers brought life to the park.

Waking up this morning, only one thought was glued to Arden's mind: last year of high school. At the end of junior year, she had made a collage on a white board, and it included all of the goals she'd hope to make this year, and in large bold letters was, 'GET INTO COLOMBIA'. She'd already finished her internship with the local newspaper, and had been talking to the principal about making a newspaper club, just to better her college applications. If she were to tell Adonis all about this, he'd scrutinise her for focusing on the future too much. She couldn't help but laugh thinking about it while getting dressed.

**

Avon High School was rather bland in Arden's opinion; it was a cross between old-timey castle and spooky library. It was almost as if it had been built to look like a private school, until you walked in and realized it looked like every other school. Hoisting her bookbag further up her shoulders, she squeezed her way through crowds in the hallway, trying to get to the cafeteria on the other side of the school. While walking, she'd passed by a group of sophomore girls talking animatedly about Chance King and Arlyn Durand. The king and queen of the school—Arden very much enjoyed discussing about this cliche—had gone through what seemed like another break up during the party. Even Arden's favorite online blog, 'The Burn Book' had something to say about it. The blog post also had something to say about Emmeline Gubler, a soft-spoken girl that Arden shared a few classes with over the years, but never really conversed with.

The bit about Emmeline's half-naked pictures confused Arden, because nobody had really told her about them. It wasn't like she would've wanted to look, but she would've liked to be included in some sort of drama after cutting off most of her friends this summer because of her internship.

With two hallways to get to the cafeteria, Arden started to see familiar faces crowding the hallways, catching up on their summers and what-not. Amongst the crowds, Arden found her twin brother. She hadn't seen him since the party, and even then, he'd disappeared almost halfway into the night. She walked over to him, little pumps clacking on the waxed floors. "Hey, Ad. Have you seen Frankie, by any chance?"

codedbymeraki.
writtenby: simonesays

 

[spectro]

location - cafeteria mood - sad/brave face outfit - x x x mentioned - Moonraker pulpfiction interacted - Semblance

Emily Walters had woken up from a shallow slumber at the early hour of 5am. Her sleep cycle has been broken ever since her parent's divorce and even more so since the party. It wasn't that she had bad dreams, in fact, it was as if sleep was the only respite from the nightmare of life. The problem was that Em couldn't drift off. She'd never been good at it in the first place, but with more pressure and troubles on her mind, sleep felt almost entirely impossible.

Her insomnia had won the battle, and Em decided to go out for a jog. She put on some leggings and a large t-shirt before slipping past her Father's room. He had no trouble falling asleep; the rattling sounds of his snores made that evident. After grabbing a bottle of water,her earphones, and a coat, Em set off into the dark.

As usual, Em jogged down the driveway and down to the road where she circled the block a few times. Jogging had always helped Em to clear her mind, especially so in the morning. The cold, crisp air cooled her and the movement helped her to concentrate. However, this particular morning, Em had more on her mind than usual. Two nights prior Emily had fallen in love, and then all at once that love had been taken away; and she only had herself to blame.

If you had told her five years ago that she would lose her virginity to Oliver Harlow, Emily would have laughed until her stomach hurt. She had always expected to be with someone like Chance; cocky, superficial and rich. That was what Ari did, and Em had always expected to turn out like Ari. Not in a million years had she expected to end up with Oli. British Oli, who was kind and romantic and intelligent and oh - British! Emily knew the second that she woke up the next day that she had done a bad thing; the worst thing. She had toyed with his heart. He was possibly the sweetest guy she knew, and she couldn't mess him up. She was too uptight, too focused on cheer leading; too ugly. Too damaged, too sad, too jealous, too...not good enough.

And so, Em shook her head and continued her jog; she couldn't see Oli again, no matter how much she wanted too.

___

"Good morning, sunshine." Morgan Walters sipped his coffee at the small glass table in their kitchen. He didn't even look up at Emily, who had just arrived home from her jog. He was instead staring at his phone, scrolling furiously with one hand.

"Mornin', Dad." Emily walked towards the stairs, but her Father caught her arm.

"Hey, I restocked your medicine, Doctor Harvey said you should be needing a refill. He said he wants to talk to you again some time-"

"I'm good, Dad. Seriously, Harvey was just overreacting, I don't even know why he gave me those pills." She turned away from him and started up the stairs, "I'm doing better already."

In the bathroom upstairs, Em stood looking in the mirror. "Take one at morning and one at night; to reduce your stress levels. You should also feel a little happier, so put on a smile, hey!" Doctor Harvey was an ass. He was one of Dad's friends from college. Em had been prescribed Elavil, and it was supposed to make her happier. She stared at the little pill in her hand. How could such a tiny thing make her happy? She placed the pill on her tongue and took a mouthful of her water. Time to put on her brave face.


By the time lunch came around, Em had managed to avoid Oli. She hadn't wanted to. She had wanted to find him and tell him about her asshole of a dad and her ridiculous friends. But what if he didn't even want to see her? What if he thought she was some sad, irritating rich girl. Slowly, she made her way to the cafeteria, if she was quick, she'd get through the rush without bumping into he who must not be named. She bought an apple and a bag of chips before making her way to the door. She waited just at the entrance and sent a simply yet obviously friendly text to Ari;


hoe, where uu at???

 

[pulpfiction]

frankie
morillo!​

the quarterback​

Outfit: xxx Location: Leaving classroom -> Cafeteria​

The party may have been a blurry haze for the rest of its attendees, but not for Frankie. He could still remember the sequence of events of that very night. He had been drinking with the jocks from the football team while he took pictures of the skinny girl sprawled on the bed with his phone, lewd jokes going through one ear and right out the other as he'd laughed along for the sake of laughing along. And then, as if the world was trying to tell him something, in had come the last person he'd wanted to be seen by at that very moment: Tramel Fitzgerald, standing in the doorway and boiling with white hot anger as he looked at his friend, then at each of them in their faces until his eyes landed on Frankie, who had still been holding his phone after having posted the pictures. Caught like a deer in the headlights.

Frankie felt the punch before he could register the fist flying towards him: the blood going swoosh in his mouth, his teeth colliding with his cheek, the impact of the blow making him stagger backwards. It had all gone by too fast. Merely a second seemed to pass before he'd collected himself, finding the jocks pummeling the boy to a pulp when he'd come to. He had stood motionless and could do nothing but watch for a second, then disappeared into the bathroom to wash the blood off his face with a dull throbbing in his rib cage, hearing Tramel's faint cries of pain in the background as he did so.

The guilt was something that was relatively easy to ignore. In fact, he'd been doing quite well at doing so until the bell rang that Monday afternoon, and curiously enough, his phone received a notification. Frankie winced upon seeing that it was from the Burn Book, the website he created that now was a gossip blog with an obnoxious name (that he most definitely did not come up with). In his drunken stupor that night, he had simply meant to post the pictures and leave it in the hands of Avon High's busybodies, but of course things were never meant to go their way. In the end, he'd posted the pictures, and was ultimately the reason why people like "Anon-with-a-winky-face" was talking about it with such gusto.

Skimming through the site, Frankie scrolled upwards to the very first post, where the photos of the girl remained up and online.

Shit, if you asked him, he wouldn't even be able to tell you why he'd posted them. His friends had not pressured him into doing so. Perhaps it was so ingrained his nature now to just be a terrible fucking person all the time, which has been the reality for quite a while now, if he were to be honest with himself. Frankie found himself frowning as his thumb hovered over the "delete" button of the post for a fraction of a second, before he shoved his phone in his pocket in resignation. It wasn't as if deleting it would do anything but temporarily relieve his conscience. Besides, he tried to reassure himself, there are probably hundreds of other pictures of her circulating by now, ones that weren't taken by him.

___

Frankie sat with his teammates that lunch time, the cacophony of suggestive jokes and other obscenities filling the air as he stared at nothing in particular, while thinking about nothing in particular. He ran his tongue over the open wound of his busted lip (a small aftermath of the incident that took place two nights ago), an action which was beginning to become a habit. The boy was snapped out of his daze shortly thereafter, however, as none other than Tramel Fitzgerald was standing before their table with apparent rage teeming at his surface.

It seemed his appearances in Frankie's life were becoming more and more frequent as of late, and he wasn't sure if he was too happy about it, especially as he could already hear one of his teammates make a stupid comment about the incident at Chance's party. Frankie's eyes softened for a minute, however, as his gaze landed on the bruises on his face, not being able to help the concern showing on his face for a fleeting second before his eyes hardened at what Tramel said. Bad idea making googly eyes at the guy who loathes you.

Something stupid was probably about to escape Frankie's mouth before the girl from the party, Emmeline, appeared right behind him, wolf-whistles instantly emanating from the football team. On the other hand, the words that came out of her mouth almost shocked him - after what had happened, he almost expected her to just keep to herself at school, maybe even cry or break down, but not this. These were big words for such a delicate girl like her, and almost by instinct, Frankie collected his wits and smirked.

"I don't know what you think you're doing talking to me like that," he stood up, towering over the both of them. "But watching your own backs is probably the best idea." he turned to the small girl and stepped closer to her, leaning down. "We wouldn't want a repetition of what happened would we? Maybe the next time you'll be fully naked." Frankie winked, clicking his tongue while he stepped back and chuckled. He held his hands up as if to surrender, "But then again, I don't have time for whores."

Mentions: Emmeline, Tramel
Interactions: deer logastellus ​

code by pasta​

 

[adored]

PLAYER

you knew the game & played it

mood: curious / nervous. location: cafeteria. outfit: here.​

Guilt ; it consumes him whole, polluting his windpipes, and damaging his eyesight so all he could see were those fingers, those twig-like fingers pointing at him, shaming him as words laced with anger, disgust and disappointment left from their lips, but it wasn’t as if he was a stranger from those emotions.. No.. In fact that was all everyone ever seemed to feel against Adonis -- seeing the way parents shake their heads at him in disdain, hearing the whispers of warnings to stay from him, to not become like him, feeling the lack of warmth, when the pads of their fingers grace his skin, and smelling the alcohol intertwined within those honeyed words, that they never meant. But, he shouldn’t care right? He’s the player. The one who’s not suppose to feel any remorse, the one who’s supposed to feel nothing but lust, yet why did he feel everything?

It’d been exactly 2 days since Chance’s party, 2 days since he last felt something other than shame; beginning to miss the feeling of happiness and how a light heart felt, ( a heavy heart was all he felt these days ) moments where he felt as if he truly felt nothing, long gone. Now, when he spoke all he could hear was the loud pounding of his heart, rib cage shaking erratically with each beat of his heart -- guilt and paranoia unable to sit in the backseat and watch the deterioration of Adonis before them, so they jammed the gears within his cranium and plagued his heart, bleeding hues of greens and yellows; once someone who thought too little, who’s brain practically grew cobwebs from the lack of activity as some may say, but now he thought too much -- every word spoken was thought thoroughly, no longer able to trust himself to speak freely, and ruin it all for not only him, but Arlyn.

Ever since the party he’d been avoiding her like the black plague, her face was in his nightmares, the reason he awoke in a cold sweat, chest heaving as his lungs struggled to grab a hold of the air because every time he saw her, he saw Chance, the kingpin, one of his best friends. But, was Adonis even worthy of that title? What type of best friend hooks up with your girlfriend? Surely inscribed of every rule book of friendships were that hookups with your friend’s significant other are forbidden, and the number one thing to break your friendship instantly and if Adonis’s one way ticket to hell wasn’t already made, it had to be now. What makes matters worse was that Adonis hadn’t told Chance yet, nor has he brought up anything related to the party, preferring to keep silent on the whole ordeal; preferable, Adonis would like to sweep the encounter he shared with Arlyn under the rug, away from the light and keep it there. He only hoped she felt the same, it’d only complicate things further if she wanted to tell Chance, but he would know, if he just spoke to her when she asked for just a moment of his time to clarify if they were on the same page, yet it was safe to note Adonis is a c o w a r d, and all coward’s do is hide and watch.

--​

The moment his eyes peeled open upon the sound of his shrill alarm emitting from his phone, was the moment he realized that every day and every second of your life you had choices, and though there weren’t always a good or bad choice, each decision you made created a new path for you to walk along, and it was only up to you to decide if you’d continue walking on that path, start a new one or stop walking altogether and currently he was debating whether or not to show his face at school, scared that anyone who he locked eyes with may have had a clue of what happened, but just as quick as he debated his choice, he quickly chose to head to school, no matter how much he didn’t want to go..

--​

The bell ringing to signal for lunch caused a wave of dread to come crashing on the sandy shores of Adonis, it was as if they were sending all the students to a boxing match, emotions brewing from the party 2 days ago, no doubt overflowing after being left too long without a stir for some and heading to lunch where there was little supervision was a plan for a straight up disaster.

His hands came to rub his face while a sigh left parted lips, before he was exiting from the classroom he previously resided in. Walking through the hallways to the cafeteria, he’d heard the clacking of heels against the floors, but paid no mind to it, until the voice of his sister reached his ears to which he guessed the clacking belong to her as he stopped. “Wow Ari, are you following me? Never took you as the stalker type. But, no I haven’t. He’s probably in the cafeteria, which is where I’m heading. You coming?” He waited for a response, before continuing his walk to the cafeteria, the loud chatter only becoming louder and louder with every stride he took, before he’d finally arrived. Looking around, his eyes reached the table to where the football players sat, more importantly where Frankie sat and where Tramel and Emmeline stood in front of, and from where he stood he couldn’t hear clearly each word that was exchanged, but he wasn’t that stupid to know whatever was being said wasn’t too good. Casting a glance over at Arden, he couldn’t help but utter the words that fell from his lips. “You know, I’d probably go over there and save your boyfriend, before he says something stupid.”

Looks like it was a little too late for saving now..

In almost an instant as if fate itself was listening in on Adonis, Frankie rose from his seat, his powerful statue towering over the pair; an aura of superiority almost immediately dispersing through the air causing warning bells to go off within Adonis’s brain, as his legs began to move quickly over to where Frankie was, who by the expressions of those who surrounded the football player table, was up to no good. “ Heeey Frankie, what type of trouble are you getting into.” Sliding next to the other, as he casted a quick glance over to Tramel and Emmeline.

mentions : chance / arlyn / tramel / emmeline
interactions : arden ; simonesays | frankie ; pulpfiction​

 

[logastellus]

tramel s. fitzgerald

Rolling his eyes at Frankies question about who he was talking to. The boy was ignorant and just a downright asshole and it remninded Tramel so much of his dad. That day he peaked in on his parents arguing in the kitchen when he was supposed to be asleep, his bright brown eyes staring at the words coming out of his fathers mouth. He was ashamed...ashamed that the man that was supposed to be his hero...supposed to be his rock, mentor...but all he mainly was was a coward. And that is exactly what is written all over Frankie...coward...it suited the young man very well especially after what happened at the party. His eyes were still fixated on Frankie tuning everything and everyone out. He truly did despise the boy and he was thankful karma was finally on his side, but she was taking so long so he took over now. He was about to speak before he felt a soft warm energy next to him, turning his head to the side his heartrate slowed at the sight of Em standing next to him. It was dim and but it was enough to calm him whenever she was around and he was grateful for every moment of it. Looking into her hazel eyes, her question hit him hard like an stack of bricks. He was so focused on Frankie and the dimwits, he forgot about the one person who needed him the most. The one who was hurting but trying her hardest to fight back regardless of how much stress and energy it took out of her.

Slipping his hand into her soft one that was still shaking from the moment she walked over he faced her ignoring the others, she was the only one that mattered right now not Frankie, not his friends not anyone else but her. He placed a hand on her soft round face admiring her rosy cheeks and thin pink lips. "sorry...I just couldn't stand here and not talk to this idiot about what he did... I'm sorry I ditched you like that..." his voice was loud enough for only Em to hear. His eyes widened when the next words that came out of Frankie's mouth etched into his brain. Turning back around he grabbed the quarterback by the small opening of his hoodie tugging the tall man towards him. The faces inches apart, noses barely touching breathes mingled together, there was only a small height difference between the two but Tramel made sure their eyes were at the same level. "Let's get something straight...touch her and it will be the end of you...call her a whore again and it will be the end of you...see...I despise the living shit out of you Morillo...you really don't deserve my time but you got it and now you are going to have to deal with it...pull another stunt like at the party...I fucking dare you to do it again...and oh buddy...you're going to wish you hadn't...in the lovely lovely words of George R. R. Martin... 'A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.'..." Tramel had a smirk on his face, it was clearly a dumb nerdy move to quote a famous author of an even more famous and well-known novel/tv series but he didn't care his adrenaline was at its peak. His eyes moved for a split second to see the schools' hoe Adonis come running over thinking he was going to save the day. A nonchalant chuckle escaped Tramels' lips his eyes shifting back to the quarterback. "looks like your hoe came to save you...why don't you give him a nice tip for effort...don't forget...I always keep my promises and chin up...you get to live this time..." The chuckle turned into a laugh and to even make things even more intense Tramel gave Frankie a few light slaps on his face before shoving him back towards the lunch table hard probably causing the table itself to move an inch even with the other players holding it down.

"Hey Adonis the nurse told me to tell you to stop stealing all the anti-immflamatory cream from the infrimary for your itchy dick....P.S. Get Help!" Tramel threw him a fake af smile before grabbing Emmalines hand walking away from the group, his heart was racing a mile a minute and he just wanted to be out of the cafeteria as soon as possible. Pushing the heavy doors that lead to the outdoor lunch area, he practically dragged the small girl with him not that it was hard to do over to a vacant bench that was covered by a tree. Letting go of her hand he began pacing back and forth finally processing what the fuck just happened back there. "We gotta take that son of a bitch down Em and I am serious...but I'm hungry...so we eat first then plot our revenge..." His pacing never stopped and he never broke eye contact with her not even to look down to see if he hadn't stepped in anything. He was ready to reak havoc on Frankie and his crew and man was he excited.

mood: annoyed>serious>vindictive
location: school cafeteria
outfit:boom
mentions: n/a
interaction: emmeline>frankie>adonis
tags: deer pulpfiction adored

coding by: diaphanous

 

[pulpfiction]

Oliver Harlow​

outfit: xxx - interactions: ShadyAce - mentions: emily, frankie, emmeline, tramel - location: cafeteria - mood: nervous​

The food on the tray before him remained oddly untouched as Oli found himself daydreaming for the umpteenth time in the past two days. He usually had the most unsatiable appetite, but somehow, his mind could only go back to one thing, and eating became the least of his priorities. The clamor and chatter of the cafeteria served as background noise to his imagination, the thoughts of Emily swimming around in his head, talking to him about her life in that quiet voice of hers, and him talking to her about his. He'd have done anything to go back to that night just to relive it again.

But of course, he was back to his reality, which currently was just as it had been before. He hadn't seen Emily all day, and the sneaking suspicion that she was ignoring him started creeping up on him, planting the seed of doubt in his head. Oli frowned. Did she not want to see him again? Even though the prospect hurt, he would understand that. He shuddered at the thought that followed, however: Maybe the sex had been terrible because she'd been his first? He'd heard a lot of stories from a lot of different women that hook-ups sometimes sucked, because the guys often didn't make it enjoyable for both parties, or that they didn't seem to know what exactly to do and how to do it, or in simple words, that it was usually the guy's fault - which honestly didn't surprise him. He just hoped he hadn't made the same mistakes. Then again, he had no way of knowing, because he couldn't recall even a tiny bit of that part of the night. What if he'd been absolute shite? He wanted to at least be able to apologize.

Blinking, as if to erase the shameful possibility out of his head, Oli's eyes quickly scanned the room for a certain blonde-haired girl, but was immediately disappointed. She wasn't at the popular crowd's table, either. With a small sigh he then looked around at their own table - the Loser's Table, if you will - and noticed that it had been unusually quiet for the entire time he'd been daydreaming, and most of all quite empty. Only his best friend sat eating beside him, chewing her food in comfortable silence.

"Hey Saff," he nudged her side, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in apprehension. Oli figured he'd tell her all about the party and, well... everything it entailed. From developing a crush on one of the mean girls of Avon High to losing his virginity, to seeing Emmeline walk out of the Kingpin's house almost naked the following morning. Boy, had it been an eventful night. "Do you remember that party I told you about some time ago?"

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Well... I kind of have to tell you something." The words started forming in his brain, but for some peculiar reason he couldn't bring himself to say them. Where would he even start? He gulped, the silence seemingly weighing down on him. Finally, with a panicked look on his face he blurted, "I-found-Emmeline-at-the-party-wearing-almost-nothing-and-I-think-that-Frankie-might-have-had-something-to-do-with-it-but-I'm-not-sure-so-just-be-extra-nice-when-she-comes-over-with-Tramel-okay?" Oliver gasped for breath a little as he looked at Saffron expectantly. Having considerably calmed down, he asked, "Where are they, by the way?" The duo was usually at their usual spot by now, and the pair's absence was highly unusual.

"Oh bloody hell." Oliver fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat as his eyes coincidentally landed on his two friends in an evidently tense situation with the football team and its quarterback, Frankie Morillo. The thought of confrontations was enough to make him squirm, especially when it included the quarterback, of all people. God, that guy was huge. Panicking, Oli looked at Saffron as if to ask her: What the hell are we going to do?

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[ShadyAce]

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location- cafeteria
mood- concerned, nervous
outfit- xxx
interactions- pulpfiction
mentions- Chance, Tramel, Emmeline, Frankie

Dread had been cast in Saffron’s mind following Chance King’s party, as she pondered what the hell to do. Her mind lingered back to that night and she hated how it made her heart flutter and her stomach brew with excitement. Even her sister commented on Saff’s recent change in demeanour, which instead made her head spin with questions and her pulse race with fear. Those feelings and thoughts didn’t fade over the two days between the party of the year, and the beginning of school. With a few shaky breaths, Saffron began striding through the halls.

Majority of the school was alight with gossip already. She sighed inwardly for how people reveled in stuff that could destroy people. It resembled a flame, and each person’s decision to share what they heard someone whispering about was like kindle. But when someone created a new rumor or spread a new truth of something they saw – it was a log. It allowed the fire to burn longer. And it was the party at the King residence that was the spark to ignite the fire. Arriving in the halls of Avon High, you could hear the fire sizzle on the mouths of the students, and crackle with each judging glance thrown. As far as Saffron knew, her personal experience at the party was still a secret, but for many that was not the case. And they were subject to the school’s flames devouring them alive.

Yet she was still paranoid, glancing around as she stalked through the halls. People did anything in their power to make her life a living hell, and she knew that anything could become blackmail material if only someone tried. Or they could easily ruin a reputation, and for someone like Chance King, she had no doubts reputation was everything. Saffron was not about to be the girl to screw that up for him – or share his secret. But keeping things from Oliver, it felt so damn wrong. Her head spun with these thoughts throughout the day, and soon she was in the cafeteria, clearly too interested in her food. Typically, the other unpopular duo, Tramel and Emmeline were here. And she was relying on that fact, so she wouldn’t have to lie to Oliver. She didn’t know how he’d react, considering they’d always mocked the popular crowd. And Saffron still despised most of them. A gentle nudge jolted her out of her thought, probably for the first time that day.

Her dark eyes flashed up from her food, focusing on Oli under her thick lashes, and she quickly swallowed nearly choking in the process. “Um, yeah? Chance’s right?” She rested her head on her hand, attempting to remain calm outwardly. Though her head was in fact racing with thoughts, perhaps they were praying that he knew nothing of her talking to Chance. Saff wasn’t ready. She stared at Oliver as he breathlessly spoke, and her expression quickly morphed into one of confusion yet underlying concern. “Yeah, okay.” Saffron squeezed the boy’s hand and in contrast, raised an eyebrow playfully at him. “I think you might need a lesson about run on sentences, though.”

“What do you…” She began, though her eyes followed his gaze to the commotion with the jocks, and her voice faded out. Emmeline and Tramel were confronting the dick of a quarterback, Frankie. There was no way in hell she was joining in on that suicide mission. A simple look at the football players told you not to mess with them. She matched Oliver’s frantic look with one of uncertainty, “We both know going over there is definitely a mistake.”Saffron’s eyes pleaded with Oli. If he went there, of course, she would follow. But she certainly didn’t want to. “Let’s just… I don’t know. Give… emotional support? Tend to their wounds?” A loss of words fell upon her, and she could only gaze on the footballer’s table with concern for her other friends.

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[deer]

arden vega - the prep​

xxxx

xxxx

Mood: Wondering if she can aim for Adonis's throat > Trying to ease uncomfortable arguing with awkward humor
Location: School hallways > Cafeteria | Outfit: xxx | With: Adonis [ adored ] and Frankie [ pulpfiction ]
Mentions: Tramel [ logastellus ] and Emmeline [ deer ]

"I'm not stalking you," Arden muttered with pursed lips. As much as she'd gotten used to bickering with him, his little jabs still annoyed her, and so before she answered that she would walk with him to the cafeteria, she gave his shoulder a lifeless punch, politely waved 'hello' to a few of familiar classmates walking past her, and then started on her way inside.

The cafeteria was the life of the school, where you can join in on the latest gossip, work on homework that's due in the next period, or catch up on much-needed sleep. Later into the school year, the students would take over the courtyard during lunch, as the weather would be just perfect to be outside; it was still too warm from the summer to be able to eat outside without sweating buckets. The cafeteria smelled just like it always had: cleaning products and ketchup. It was only the first day of school, but the students knew their designated spots right away. The freshmen wandered around, trying to find a group of people that they can sit with, and the upperclassmen sat with their cliques. Arden instantly found her friends at the same table the seniors before them sat at, with the jocks in their burly and powerful states, and the cheerleaders fawning over them.

Her eyes raked each face until she found Frankie, and he didn't appear to be happy. In front of him was Tramel, an intolerable boy with a knack of smoking rather than doing his work, and his best friend, the now-infamous Emmeline. It seemed that the two were arguing with Frankie, and just as soon as she realised something was wrong, Adonis voiced her thoughts.

Walking towards the group with her brother, she couldn't catch a word being uttered between either opposing side. It wasn't until she was standing right next to Frankie, she heard Tramel insult her brother. "Hey, Fitz, watch your damn mouth. Why don't you just join your friends at your table and leave this shit for another day? It's the first day of school.... we should be worrying about other stuff." Arden had never been particularly good with hearty comebacks, unless she was arguing with Adonis, because his comebacks were easy to counter.

Before Tramel and Emmeline had set off their way, Arden looked over at the girl. She'd only known her from the yearbook and a few classes they shared through their four high school years, but it was easy to spot the tension and stress in Emmeline's features. Looking pointedly at her, Arden uttered, "Too much testosterone, am I right?" She couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle, despite how pathetic the joke was.

With the pair away, Arden's friends were in a cluttered mess of frustration and threats aimed at Tramel. She stepped over to Frankie, wrapping her hand around his arm as softly as she could, as to not scare him from his concentrated trance. She took the second to stare at him curiously, and found that he had a cut on his lip. "Is this from the party? Or from something else?" She moved her hand from his arm to reach up and touch the cut with the pad of her thumb

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writtenby: simonesays

 

[pulpfiction]

frankie
morillo!​

the quarterback​

Outfit: xxx - Location: Cafeteria - Mood: Annoyed​

The expression of hurt flashed in Frankie's warm brown eyes momentarily as he watched Tramel whisper words of comfort in the girl's ear, looking at her with the kind of softness and affection he could only wish was reserved for none other than himself. The jealousy seemed to form a lump in his throat, not being able to help but look down, as if to avert his eyes from something much too strange and foreign to him. He wondered almost petulantly if he were stuck in a love triangle with the pair standing in front of him, and of course the petty devil inside of him desperately hoped it wasn't the case. They did, after all, look like they made a good couple, and simply admitting that to himself already hurt.

The moment he mustered up the guts to look up again, however, Frankie's breath hitched ever so slightly as he felt himself yanked towards Tramel's face, their noses less than an inch away, and the boy's erratic breathing fanning his face while he spoke. Frankie blinked in fascination. He'd already known he was quite beautiful, but the view from up close was magnetizing. He could count his eyelashes if he wanted, or perhaps let his gaze on his soft lips linger for a little more than a few seconds. He even had the oddest temptation to lift Tramel's chin up so that he could get a better look at his face, but he easily resisted.

But at long last, the spell was over as soon as the words "I despise the living shit out of you Morillo," escaped the boy's lips. He almost flinched, the words seemingly reverberating in his body with a god-awful twang. Of course he detested Frankie. It wasn't hard to believe because it was such a popular sentiment that was probably shared by everybody else in the school, but coming from him, it mattered more by a bit. Irritation started to bubble from within him, not directed at Tramel, but at the fact that he almost wanted to defend himself. Was there even anything to defend? Tramel spoke every bit of the truth.

The words exchanged between his friends and Tramel and even the patronizing slaps on his cheek went almost unnoticed by him as Frankie stood, stunned. The altercation had made him grow tired to his bones, going by too slow and molasses-like, and more and more infuriating as every second passed that they stood there. He glowered at Tramel and Emmeline's backs as they left with the last word, a fact which annoyed him to no end. The small warm grasp of his girlfriend's hand on his arm was the only thing that let him snap back into reality, his eyebrows unfurrowing as if the knot of frustration concentrated in his forehead had disappeared upon her touch. "It's nothing. Just got into a small argument with some drunk asshole at Chance's party," he smiled, reaching for her hand and gently putting it back down at her side. "I guess I did something to that stoner kid too, though. But then again, I do a lot of things to a lot of people that I can hardly keep track," he smiled bitterly.

Frankie bristled as he faced his audience of jocks, who seemed to be anticipating a response from him. He grinned and held his hands up. "What can I say? I think that guy had a crush on me." Oh, how he wished.

Mentions: Emmeline, Tramel, Arden
Interactions: deer ​

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[deer]

emmeline verena rosalind hertz gubler

Brought out of her thoughts by Tramel's voice, her gaze turned towards his once more, their eyes meeting as she looked upon his almond orbs with intensity of curiosity. Tilting her head to the side, she wondered why he looked apologetic, guilty even when he shouldn't be. Suddenly, she felt warmth casing over her hands, causing her to jump slightly from the touch as she bit back a small squeak threatening to escape her lips. It's only Tramel, you deunce. Stop being so highstrung. She told herself, reassuring her slight surprise as she almost hesitantly clasped her hands with Tramel's reminding herself it's just him. Emmeline wanted to retort back - to tell Tramel there wasn't anything he needed to apologise for, especially when he's doing so much for her right now. But, before Emmeline could deny such apologies from her best friend a bug fluttered around her ear.

The icy gaze she bore was slowly melting as she found herself unconsciously stepping back when she felt someone nearing and her eyes glossed over towards the beast, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap as the monstrosity of the beast's silhouette towered over her delicate frame. If she hadn't been shaking in her boots before, she was now. Her ears rang as she felt his hot breath on her ear causing goosebumps to appear on her arms and a shiver down her back. She felt her heart hammering against her chest as she gulped down her nervousness. Her lips parted as her eyes widened with shock, gazing into the beast's eyes. Emmeline's eyes flicked back and forth, trying to see any remorse or guilt but none showed in his eyes. A part of her wished there was an ounce of regret but all she was given was a glimpse of hidden emotions that she couldn't quite understand. Nevertheless, Emmeline felt small especially against someone who could just wave a flick of a hand in her direction and she could be sent flying. But, he wouldn't hit a girl. . . would he? Regardless, the scrutiny and the embarrassment she bubbling inside her as she almost forgot how to breathe. The numbness was disappearing and all she felt was static shocks reaching her insides. Her eyes watered and she couldn't believe those vile words that came out of his mouth. Hurt reached her face and pain could only be felt with each second she let out a breath. Panic was setting in as blank flashes appeared in her head as she was taken for a spin - remembering the night she wished to forget. If she passed out right then and there, wouldn't that be lovely? Something about that thought clouded her mind as she trembled even more knowing Tramel could feel the emotions radiating off of her.

However, before she could stop Tramel from doing anything and for them to just quietly walk away for now, his hands slipped away from hers and were now gripped against the beast's hoodie. With widen eyes like a deer frozen in headlights, Emmeline wanted to reach forward to try to pry Tramel away from the beast and the rest of them before he got hurt again. She'd hate for any of the teachers to see a fight like this happen in the cafeteria all because she was stupid enough to try to stand up to the damned beast. But, hearing the words that slipped Tramel's lips made her lips twitch slightly as she patted her chest feeling her inside twist in an almost uncomforting manner like the walls of her rib cage were crumbling around her. Emmeline couldn't but feel as if what she was hearing from Tramel's lips were music to her ears, something that caught her off guard but something inside that told her that it was worth it and finally they would get a taste of their own medicine. Emmeline wished she could record the moment before her - seeing her best friend take a stand against those jerks and seeing him shine underneath the light of the cafeteria. It was one of these moments where she wished to capture it in her lens to prove to Tramel that he could do anything he set his mind to. He didn't have to run away because he was not a coward. She wanted to just smile, looking upon him with hope, saying, "See, Fitzgerald? I knew you had it n you!" But, there was a time and place for everything. Her ears perked slightly at hearing the quote from George R. R. Martin, something that made her shake her head in slight amusement.

Nevertheless, as time seemed to have stood still for the lot of them, she heard footsteps approaching behind her as she moved to the side, furrowing her brows together. It was in that moment that Tramel loosened his grip and she wondered if it felt good to say those words that he always wished to say to them. Gasping softly as she covered her lips, she watched as Tramel gave the beast a few light slaps on his cheeks before throwing him back, feeling a little bit giddy at the scene. To say the least, she knew she could count on Tramel to make the best out of everything, especially when he was the one threatening others. My, the tables sure have turned. But, what made her curious was the dumbfounded expression that the beast was giving off being in closed quarters with Tramel. He looked speechless and . . mesmorized? Or perhaps Emmeline really did become loony from those drinks and she was just hallucinating - seeing things that her mind was making up just to cope. She couldn't quite get her finger on it. . . . but something. . was happening and she didn't know what , but she was determined to find out.

It seemed it was never-ending and time moved so still as Tramel found more confidence, more courage to take a stand as his next victim was Adonis Vega. But, the moment her eyes caught his -something lumped in her throat as she swallowed hard. Another feeling surfaced and she looked away from him, her eyes finding the ground once more as she wanted to leave the premises and escape. Realisation dawned on her and although she had a moment of triumph, it would be a long time until she could ever feel normal again. Reverting back to her hardened gaze, Emmeline ignored the male before his sister approached the group, retorting back at Tramel's insult against her brother. She was feeling weary - tired even as she felt her energy being zapped out of her. Arden was right - it was only the first day of school and already more drama was arising. Emmeline didn't know if she felt bad or not, but regardless, she was done for the day. Without further ado, Tramel had set to whisk her away but not before hearing Arden's attempt at a joke uttered from her lips. A tense smile made her way towards the girl's features as she nodded, "I don't know how you do it. See you around, Arden." Emmeline quickly said before catching up to Tramel's speed as they left the premises. However, Emmeline didn't know if the words that came out of her mouth was meant specifically about that beast or just in general, but, Emmeline didn't dwell on such matters and needed some fresh air.

Finally they were outside underneath a tree that had a vacant bench. Emmeline felt as if her legs were losing their momentum by the minute but knew she couldn't just sit down. If she did, she wouldn't ever get up and knew that Tramel must be starving. Watching him pace back and forth, her eyes watched him like a hawk as she took in his words. A small smile escaped her lips as she couldn't help but sigh a breath of relief before walking towards him. Reaching up to touch his cheeks, Emmeline brought his face towards hers as she placed her forehead on his. A small "shh" escaped her lips as she nodded. A moment of silence passed as she wanted him to calm down a little - letting both of their hearts revert back to a steady beat. "In due time." Emmeline spoke out softly after a few minutes passed. "We will get back at that beast. But, right now, I am a bit tired and like you, hungry. We can't plot on an empty stomach now, can we?" A light but croaky laugh escaped her lips as she coughed a bit. "I never knew having so much emotions was so. . . exhausting? Do you think it would have been best if we were born without emotions or with them? It seemed to be a running theme with that beast who had no remorse. I've always heard that a picture is worth a thousand words and I don't have an ounce of disbelief that you and I won't be able to get revenge. Let's just not lose our heads first, okay?" Emmeline attempted to joke, before leaning back. She was hesitant as she locked gazes with Tramel but decided to throw warning bells out of her head and disregard caution as she placed a gentle and chaste kiss on his cheeks. "Remind me that we need to put some ointment on those bruises, okay?" A light pigmented reddened cheeks appeared on her face as she avoided Tramel's eyes.

Without further ado, Emmeline gently took Tramel's hand in hers, bringing him back inside the cafeteria to look for Oliver and Saffron. She could only imagine the concern on Oliver's face and the confusion on Saffron's when they approached the beast. Sighing, Emmeline looked over towards Tramel, "We better see if Oliver and Saffron are alright as well. I'm sure they have a lot of questions about what just happened." She commented, worry creasing over her head as she wondered if her friends saw her differently. It was true - she ignored practically everyone since that night. Although she wasn't as close to Oliver and Saffron as she is with Tramel, she still wanted to trust them and hope they wouldn't believe everything they hear or saw. With a deep breath, Emmeline avoided eye contact and ignored the looks they both recieved when both she and Tramel found themselves back inside the cafeteria. Emmeline couldn't help but focus her attention towards Saffron and Oliver as she approached their table with Tramel. Biting her lip, Emmeline waved slightly, "Umm. . ." She began before taking another breathe, "Is it. . is it alright if Tramel and I sat here?" She asked, waving a hand slightly as she hoped they weren't mad at her or Tramel. But, seeing the looks upon their face, Emmeline rubbed her arms, "Are you guys alright?"

location: cafeteria | with: tramel [ logastellus ] saffron [ ShadyAce ] , oliver [ pulpfiction ] | mentions: arden [ simonesays ] , him [ adored ] , and the beast [ pulpfiction ] | outfit: xxx

"if only i knew then what i knew now"

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[Moonraker]

CHANCE KING

"Good morning, Chance."

"Good morning, Dad."

The exchange was routine, taking place as it did every morning. Words exchanged without the meeting of eyes. Without eyes on each other at all, for that matter. For Mr. Andrew King, saying his daily good morning to his son was a matter of business, and like all business matters, he accomplished it with the least amount of effort and least amount of possible time expended. Time was always of the essence with Mr. King, and the energy he would need later on, for more important business ventures, Chance knew. Chance, his son, who had learned to look at his father as little as possible to avoid being faced with the disinterest he knew would be there.

What was different this morning as opposed to all others, however, was the amount of effort it took for Chance to disguise the disdain in his voice when he spoke. Not that Andrew would have noticed, just like he hadn't noticed the tired, uncharacteristic slump of his son's shoulders, the dark circles under his eyes, or how unusually quiet he'd been at dinner over the past few nights. It wasn't usually for him to feel such strong negative feelings towards his father, though. Oh no. Despite the man's disinterest and nearly perpetual absence, Chance had always looked up to his father. His was his role model. The man he wanted to emulate, become more like as he grew older. Or, had been, anyhow. Something had recently changed in the boy, something that had been growing and spreading through his veins like wildfire ever since the night of the party. His party. The party that had gone horribly, terribly wrong.

Why finding out he was adopted - Him, Chance King, heir to the goddamn King family fortune, adopted. Who would believe it? - made him hate the man so was beyond him, but oh was the hatred real. Maybe it was because the revelation had added yet another layer of falsehood to his already superficial life. Even the things he had always taken for granted to be solid truth, fake. Now the more he thought about it, the more things he discovered were just the same. Phony. Unreal. At some point, he opted to just stop thinking altogether (which, admittedly, didn't last very long.)

Maybe he felt lied to. Maybe he was still shaken up from his latest fight with Arlyn, whom he still hadn't spoken to since the night of the party. Or maybe he was just plain exhausted, made irritable by a series of sleepless nights.

Yeah, maybe that was it. He felt like absolute shit. But his fortune be damned if he was going to look like it. Not today. Not on the first day of school, when everyone was waiting to see how he was fairing after the events of the party. No, he was going to walk in there like a true King. The Kingpin. Virtual monarch of the entire school.

If there was one thing his father had taught him well, it was how to fake it.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thankfully, the first half of the day went by majorly without event. Thanks to the most recent post from The Burn Book, that blog that anyone and everyone seemed to be following these days, it was Emmeline Gubler - he had to feel somewhat sorry for the poor girl. The students of Avon High could be brutal when they were thrown a new bone to chew on. - who appeared to be the central focus of all the gossip floating around, not him, despite his name's also being mentioned. (Some part of that fact made his blood boil. He was Chance King for crying out loud. Who would have the audacity to call him out like that?) After all, fights between himself and Arlyn were hardly rare, and everyone knew that they'd eventually make up and get back together, right? Plus, no one could know about that...other thing. It wasn't possible, was it? He hadn't told anyone, after all. Not that he could remember.

Then again, he had been very, very drunk.

He also couldn't remember half the party. The half after he'd found out.

He had a sneaking suspicion that someone knew.

He'd told someone.

But who had he told?

That was a line of mental questioning to which he put an abrupt stop. He hadn't told anyone. Of course not. He wasn't that stupid.

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The lunch bell was a welcome sound. He had been painfully unable to pay attention in any of his classes so far, even the ones he thought he would probably like. Thankfully, it was only the first day, so conversation wasn't really focused on learning material. Despite his tendency to rope others into doing his homework, he actually did like to get a grasp on the material. He was going to have to get some major sleep at the first opportunity he got, though.

Walking into the cafeteria - a little late, as he'd stopped first to freshen up in the bathroom in case he and Arlyn happened to cross paths - his eyes searched for Adonis, his best friend, whom he had been waiting to talk to outside of the classroom all day. Part of him had contemplated telling his Adonis the secret that he'd learned about himself. There was no one he trusted more, and it was eating him up from the inside more and more by the day. The problem would be getting him alone long enough for a private conversation. Plus, he wasn't sure if he was ready to share just yet.

He was confused. It was all a big mess.

When he spotted Adonis, his friend was not alone. He was standing in a clump by one of the tables, the other members of the clump being Arden, his twin, and another of Chance's close friends, and Frankie. It was obvious by the looks on the faces of those at the tables surrounding them that something had just gone down, but, quite frankly, Chance was glad that he'd missed it. His head was hurting a little too much for confrontation today. Which was why he was also slightly relieved to see that Arlyn was not in their midst. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that conversation just yet, either.

As he made his way towards them, for whatever reason, someone else caught his eye. It was a girl, and she was seated at the same table as that Harlow kid. Pretty dark hair and brown eyes. Saffron. Yeah, that was her name, wasn't it? An odd feeling overtook him. There was something in the back of his mind, trying to push through. Something that had to do with her, and him, and the party...No, no, she wasn't invited to the party. She couldn't have been there.

So what was it that he wasn't remembering?

Weird.

After staring for a bit too long, he turned on his heels and continued in the direction of his friends, greeting them all with his characteristic grin.

"Hey, what's going on over here? Shouldn't you all be eating? If I'm not mistaken, this is the cafeteria, correct?" He flashed Adonis a look, one that said We need to talk later, although when later came, he wasn't sure how much he'd be sharing.

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PLAYER

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mood: hungreovus ( hungry & nervous ) location: cafeteria. outfit: here.​

Adonis could feel the change of atmosphere the moment his eyes dared to land where his friends stood, and only when he walked over to where they were did he really experience the swift transformation of it all — and, even when he slid over, meaningless words falling from lips that sealed the venom that sat on his tongue, it did nothing to ease the situation ; but, he was silly to think words could fix the situation, as if everything that happened before today would defuse the unbearable tension that drifted through the air.

Silly boy..

Words never help anything and it was evident with the entry from the Burn Book posted earlier today — actions were the real devils of it all, where words created the minor cuts and scrapes, actions were the abrupt knife that stabbed you, twisting itself and delving deeper into you as it took fun during your misery ; though the cuts, bruises and scrapes would heal, they’d always be a reminder of what happened.

So, perhaps Adonis wouldn’t be feeling the way he does if he never took the action of going to the party, maybe he was the one that striked against himself not anyone else, maybe all along Adonis was the one who created the mess between Chance, Arlyn and himself. What would have happened if he never decided to attend the party? Was it written in his fate for him to experience such a backstabbing deed with Arlyn? Or did his poor actions lead him down the road to his demise and farther away for the path made for him..

Inattentive gaze suddenly focused, finding Tramel’s visage in response to words that were directed towards Adonis and though he showed the intention of answer ; eyebrows furrowing in disdain and lips forming a small frown, his sister was a step ahead of him like always and countered back for him causing the corners of his lips to curve revealing a small smirk at his own smug thoughts. Feeling a small sense of pride the longer he reveled in himself, his eyes drifted to Emmeline shamelessly before he was greeted with her back when Tramel swept her away from Frankie’s merciless grasp that enveloped them yet Adonis’s felt his stare linger longer than usual on her back before she was gone.

“Didn’t know you were all buddy buddy with Emmeline..” Tearing his gaze from her direction, he turned his attention towards Frankie and his sister, puzzled as to why he felt such a weird sensation come over him upon looking at Emmeline. Was it guilt? Sorrow? Embarrassment for the other? Sympathy? Surprise? Maybe it was all those emotions jumbled together to form one big ball of emotions but he was still unsure. Though he was sure that part of the reasoning could’ve been from what he read earlier on the Burn Book about her. He’d felt sorry for her, but was also greatly relieved that he hadn’t been mentioned, giving him hope that maybe he could forget what happened with Arlyn if no one had saw them with each other, but Avon High was known to be ruthless and barely anything could be swept under the rug with a simple flick of the wrist.

But, soon he heard an all too familiar voice filling his eardrums, a voice that he dreaded hearing, a voice that belonged to someone he wish he could avoid, a voice that only one of his best friend could have, and that voice was Chance King — the earlier incidents that happened moments before Chance’s appearance eased some of his heavy emotions before they returned full force and he was back at base one, because there he was with that same magnetic smile, that made all the girls swoon. “Tramel had a bone to pick with ol’ Hercules here, so we haven’t gotten any food yet.” Trying to swallow down the guilt, Adonis let a smile grace his features before he noticed the look that Chance gave him, a look he’d seen many times before that meant he had something serious to talk with Adonis about, which did nothing to ease his overflowing shame that had taken up most of his bloodstream.

God he needed to get it together.

Worries of possibly Arlyn already telling Chance about what happened between them scared him to death, or possibly Chance catching them together at one part of the night, but he’d barely seen Chance that night aside from when he was stumbling around..

“Like Chance said this is the cafeteria, so shouldn’t we be eating or getting ready to eat? Is nobody hungry expect for me after this day?”

mentions : tramel / emmeline / arlyn
interactions : arden ; simonesays | frankie ; pulpfiction | chance ; Moonraker​

 

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Oliver Harlow​

outfit: xxx - interactions: ShadyAce deer logastellus - mentions: emily, frankie, emmeline, tramel - location: cafeteria - mood: calm​

Now here was a small, fun fact - the idea of confrontation gave Oli the most astounding, almost supernatural ability to morph into complete jelly. Merely watching his friends earning themselves a death sentence right then and there, in the well-lit cafeteria with a crowd of judgmental eyes watching their every move made him squirm in his seat, his adam's apple bobbing up and down with great unease. Sure, it wasn't as if he was the one standing in Tramel's place (he certainly felt sorry for him and Emmeline though), but just the prospect of it almost physically hurt. He had never seen either of his two friends so heated up, and impressively enough, this unflinching, but he knew this display of courage wouldn't go very well on their end. It seemed plenty of worries plagued his mind at that moment, but dwelling on things just always seemed to come naturally to him, and so that was what he did.

Not to mention the other matter hanging over his head like a dark ominous cloud: the fact that he totally chickened out on telling Saff everything about what exactly happened at the Kingpin's party. Oli sneaked a careful glance at his best friend, who seemed to hold the same panicked look in her brown eyes as she watched the nerve-racking scene unravel before her. He had no way of telling how she would react to the news he so wanted to divulge, which went something along the lines of: "Hey, I lost my virginity to Emily Walters at the party I went to without you, one of the people we'd vowed to hate with a passion for the rest of our high school career. Also, I think I may be in love with her." The thought of having to gauge Saff's reaction made his stomach clench, his discomfort heightening at the idea of not immediately telling her something for once. Especially something of this level of significance.

Oli's fist unclenched as he let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding in. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself, thinking about falling in love and all that mushy shite. He sounded as stupid as the main characters of Shakespeare's supposed greatest tragedy, both Romeo and Juliet, "falling in love" within the span of a minute like a bunch of idiots. The true tragedy here, really, was the high probability of Emily not liking him at all, and the even higher probability of Tramel and Emmeline's arses getting kicked by the hulk that was the quarterback. Such phenomenons like pretty girls liking the nerds, and the little guys successfully showing up the assholes were only ever chanced upon in movies, to cater to the side of the audience that craved for victory on behalf of all underdogs. But the thing was, life wasn't a movie, and the only on-looker to the underdogs' stories was himself.

Oli's blue eyes widened as he nodded vigorously in agreement to Saff's suggestion. "I'm so glad I'm best friends with a pansy," he joked nervously. "And yeah, I guess we could do that." he said, then proceeded to shift rather uncomfortably in his seat. The boy cleared his throat and shot Saff an apprehensive look. "Look, I've got to tell you something. A few other things happened at the pa-"

The sentence was cut short, however, as Oli's eyes landed on Tramel, and it seemed, so did the gazes of the rest of the people in the cafeteria. He watched, dumbfounded, as the boy clutched Frankie by the fabric of his hoodie, his face scrunching up in evident fury as he spoke. The words coming out of his mouth were out of earshot, but Oli was sure it was probably epic, like something out of a movie. At the thought, Oli almost had the biggest urge to laugh. It seemed things like this did happen in real life after all, but probably only in limited quantity. A once-in-a-blue-moon type of thing. But one never knew, perhaps a few more miracles could happen and he could be proven wrong about the whole, "pretty girls never liking nerds" thing. He could really only hope.

Glancing up as he watched Emmeline and Tramel approach their table, Oli's eyes lit up. "What are you talking about? Em, you should know by now that we'd miss both of you if you didn't sit here." Despite trying to keep it down, a proud grin made its way onto is face. "And we're fine, but I'm pretty sure Frankie's gonna need some time to recover from all that. Poor bloke looks absolutely stunned now that his ego's been taken down a notch."

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[pulpfiction]

The Burn Book

Topic: The Club Fair [Episode 01, Pt. 2]

Posted by: Anne On A Moose

Looks like things were heating up in the cafeteria today, and I know all of you were watching that stoner kid and Emmeline Gubler get all gutsy with our beloved quarterback. All I'm saying is, those two better watch themselves: we all know Frankie Morillo is one vengeful asshole. That said, would anyone care to share their guesses on what that whole issue was about? If I didn't know any better, those two boys almost looked like they were fighting over our dear Miss Gubler, but then again, why would they have to fight over something that's already available to everyone?

On that note, our Queen has yet to make her usual grand entrance on the first day of school. It seems no one has seen her even set foot on school grounds, leaving our King all by his lonesome. I gotta give it to her, maybe this disappearance of hers is a tactic employed only by those who can get the better of their boyfriends. Although, plenty of people are speculating that the golden couple is on the verge of a breakup, and truthfully, after seeing the spectacle they made at the Kingpin's party, I'm starting to believe it myself. Could this be it for the 'it' couple?

Alas, as the first day of school reaches its end, we must move on without the rule of Avon High royalty. The club fair awaits at the courtyard, so look out freshmen! All the seniors will probably try to rope you into whatever club there may be: from the infamous football team to the cheer squad where the ever-limber Emily Walters rules as cheer captain, to the responsible members of the student council. Oh, and there's a yearbook club too, where you can go ahead and be irrelevant. Whatever floats your boat I guess.

At least I know what I'm not looking forward to: the welcome back party the student council's setting up for tomorrow. Can't wait to be chaperoned by teachers! Dear God someone please spike the punch.

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[Disclaimer: These blog posts are written by an NPC and not by any of the main characters. These posts will serve as "episodes", if you will - they'll narrate the setting, and if a particular scene gets too dry or too drawn-out, the episode will end and a new setting will be introduced that will allow every character to interact.]

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mood: melancholic




mentions: chance, adonis, em



location: at home

Arlyn

Durand

what is a kingdom . . .

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the girl's bedroom blinds, painting lines of shadow on her poignant face. Her fatigued body slouched against the wall as she exhaled deeply in exasperation, the tendrils of hair that escaped her bun gently blowing away from her face as her gaze landed on the packed boxes in the corner of her bedroom. Having been anything but calm and composed all day, the thought of leaving Avon seemed to further dig itself a deeper hole in Arlyn's brain, causing a dull throbbing at the back of her skull. It was almost as if the more she attempted to ignore all her troubles, the more difficult they became to suppress within the dark constraints of her mind holding all her other sordid secrets. The events of the past few days had made their home in that dark place since they'd happened, but as the memories she so desperately wanted to forget piled up, it seemed their urge to reveal themselves to the world grew stronger. Almost as if her worst skeletons were on steroids and were trying their hardest to crawl their way out of her closet, scratching vehemently at the surfaces of her brain. Arlyn squeezed her eyes shut at the thought in an attempt to rid herself of it. Much to her chagrin however, the memories seemed to creep beneath her closed eyelids only to remind her once more of all the grim little details of everything she'd done.

As of late, Arlyn had been recalling events quite vividly, as one might dream vividly. But it wasn't like dreaming at all - it almost felt as if she was being transported to the world that had existed merely two days ago, snippets of the night appearing in her head in alarming accuracy. She remembered seeing Chance's mouth curl up into that boyish smile of his as he welcomed her inside his house, the bustling of the football team lugging around kegs of beer and setting up the grand party serving as background noise. Then at some point she remembered the words "We need to talk," slipping out of her mouth, and the look in Chance's eyes that dimmed in acknowledgement upon hearing them. In retrospect, Arlyn realized she'd been much too ambitious in thinking that Chance would congratulate her on her scholarship in another state, or be passive for that matter. She knew, after all, how selfish both of them could be when it came down to each other. She should've known better and expected the worst, because the worst was what was coming.

"You can't just up and leave!" he threw his hands up in the air in exasperation, "Look at me. Are you trying to break us up? Is that what you want for us?" his voice grew hoarse as he tried to lower his voice, trying not to attract attention as early guests entered, the party only beginning as their conversation neared its end. His grip on her wrist was firm, but Arlyn managed to wrench herself out of his grasp. "You know what? I'm making my decision with or without your approval. Your party's about to start, and I don't even want to deal with this." She glowered at the boy, her face plagued with disgust, "You have no idea how sick of you I am right now." The expression that appeared on his face as the words rang crisply in the air resembled a stone being dropped in still water: his hazel eyes glistened and his forehead creased with hurt, and she'd have felt guilty, had it not been for the turbulent storm that brewed inside of her which overpowered any other emotion she might've had in that moment. With that, she'd turned her back on her boyfriend and walked out of the room, not looking back at him once.

The last clear thing she could recall was the overwhelming feeling that she'd rather die than go through the rest of the night miserable and sober, and so she gave into the temptation of immersing herself into a state of mind-numbing intoxication, letting only liquid courage guide her through what was to become the worst party of her life. However, waking up the morning after proved to be a lot more difficult than the ordeals of the night before. Arlyn's eyes fluttering open and slowly realizing the body next to hers wasn't her boyfriend's was in more ways than one a death. The death of her and Chance's relationship, the death of her reputation, and the death of Chance's relationship with his best friend. She had ruined herself all in one night, and the sinking feeling that resided in the pit of her stomach merely reinforced this idea.

Trying to save her relationship was what any girlfriend would have done in her situation. "Please," she'd remembered saying, her voice wavering as she looked into the eyes of her boyfriend's best friend, the sunlight landing somberly on the oceans in his eyes which were evidently laced with guilt. She never begged, but then again, what she'd said next couldn't constitute as begging. It almost sounded like a threat. "For my sake and for yours. Don't tell him. Don't tell anybody." She knew that this was just as bad on his end as it was on hers. Chance would never forgive him for this betrayal, but Arlyn liked to think that if ever it slipped out, that Chance's heart would soften with her. They loved each other after all. He and Adonis were best friends, but Arlyn and Chance had something that best friends didn't have, or so she liked to think.

As the day passed, however, the seed of doubt had grown in magnitude. A paradigm shift seemed to transpire from within her very being. Arlyn knew, deep down, that her and Adonis's secret would come out one way or another, someway, somehow. Avon High of all places was the very breeding ground for gossip. Someone would notice all the little things. She and Adonis had made sure no one saw them leave one of the guest bedrooms in Chance's house together, but how sure were they that absolutely no one saw? Adonis would crumble under the pressure of having to face his best friend after having slept with her. She was a good liar but she didn't know - couldn't possibly distinguish - if he was. At the bottom of her heart she knew that Chance would know. Chance would know.

The day had been spent mulling over a decision of paramount importance. Her parents had given her a week to decide whether or not she wanted to move to New York for that scholarship, and she had initially wanted to attend school for the whole week and make the decision last minute, perhaps saying goodbye to everyone within the last few days. Arlyn hadn't even told Emily, her closest confidante next to her boyfriend. But the game had changed considerably, and as her anxiety at her situation grew, she realized she could not possibly face Chance now, or anyone for that matter. She'd wanted to leave in the first place, but the thought of leaving everyone she loved had been the only thing holding her back. Now, the thought of staying with lies on top of lies and pretending everything would be fine was what finally pushed her over the edge, and so she made a choice.

Arlyn was going to leave Avon on the day she was supposed to be attending her first day of her senior year alongside her friends. She had already gotten her boxes packed immaculately (and alarmingly quick) by house help, and there was quite frankly nothing holding her back. Her parents were probably preparing some quick goodbye party downstairs - she could tell from all the shuffling noises and the fact that her mother asked that morning what time she would leave exactly - but time seemed to sit at a standstill in her bedroom, where she sat on the floor against the wall, doing nothing in particular but wonder how she would say goodbye to everyone. She did, however, come to a conclusion after a minute of trying to think without letting the frustration and regrets get the best of her: she would only say goodbye to the people that mattered. Those being Chance, and Emily.

Come to think of it, it was quite sad that when it came down to it, she could only think of two people she wanted to say goodbye to. But then the thought subsided and a new one took its place: Adonis. She would have to say something to him too. In that moment, as she thought of goodbyes, Arlyn felt exceptionally small in the almost-empty bedroom that seemed to grow in size as she looked at it without all the little things that made it her room: her dresser that was littered with makeup and polaroids of her and Chance, the cut-outs of Ryan Gosling stuck onto the full-body mirror, the pretty pink rug she'd begged her dad to get her when she was only sixteen. Dread crept up her veins as she looked on tiredly, her eyes only half-open and brimmed with tears that threatened to spill, as the sensation of self-loathing seemed to heighten with a pain that almost burned from a place beneath her rib cage. She knew what she had to do, but doing so would mean she would never see any of the people she was to say goodbye to again, and the thought that the last time she would ever face Chance was when she'd told him he made her sick, made her sick now. She was too much of a coward to say goodbye face-to-face after all, which was the primary reason why Arlyn took out her phone from her pocket, and proceeded to set up its camera. Leaning her phone against the wall, she stared somberly at it for a while before she pressed the 'record' button. Perhaps this type of goodbye - something calculated and much safer than the rawness that an up-front conversation offered - would tie up the loose ends she'd left with Chance, Emily and Adonis, albeit haphazardly so.

to: adonis adored

Arlyn blinked into the camera quite humorlessly as she shifted in her seat. The first video, she hoped, would be easier to record, because it was just Adonis.

"Hey Ad. This is all probably confusing to you, but I'm not gong to mince words or anything. I'm leaving Avon today because I got a scholarship to a school in New York, if Chance didn't already tell you what our big fight at the party was about." At this, a flash of irritation seemed to cross her face, if only for a moment, at the recollection. "But I'm leaving today because I chose to. I want you to know that I had more time to decide, but that I chose to leave today, to make it easier for the both of us." Her eyes seemed to soften as she sighed. "I consider you my friend, Adonis, even though we were never too close. But what happened has... I guess, redefined our friendship. It's not the same anymore, whether we like it or not, because we have something in common. We love-" she almost said Chance's name, but thought better of it. "-them. I know you want the best for them as much as I do, and trust me when I say that some people not knowing everything is for the best.

"Give Arden and Frankie my best wishes for me," she said, but pondered, "Or not. I trust that you'll keep this to yourself, or delete this after you watch it," She almost wanted to add, because I'll be gone for the repercussions if this leaked, but you won't. I'm only looking out for you. But instead Arlyn pursed her lips and smiled a bittersweet smile, before saying her last words to Adonis, or rather, the phone camera. "Bye Adonis. I hope life treats you well."

to: em spectro

"Hi Em." Arlyn smiled at the camera warmly. "I know this may be confusing, and I wish I could say this in person, but if I met you in person and told you everything I'm about to say you'd probably kill me." She laughed quietly, the bitterness laced in her voice. "I hate being a coward, I really do. But the thing that I don't have enough guts to tell you to your face is that I'm leaving today. And I'm so sorry I'm not saying goodbye to you in person. I owe you so many explanations.

"You've been my best friend since as long as I can remember. Like, you deserve so much more than a crappy video for a goodbye Em, but it's..." Arlyn trailed off. The lump in her throat was getting harder to swallow by the minute. "It's complicated." Arlyn rolled her eyes at her own statement, "That sounds really vague and stupid, but it's the truth. I'm taking a scholarship in New York. Daddy got me into this prestigious private school for my last year of high school, and I agreed to it, because y'know... that college I've been eyeing is in New York. Fingers crossed that I get into my dream university after senior year, right?" She sighed, frowning at the camera. "I'm really going to miss you. I hope you take care of yourself Em. You don't know how guilty I feel, leaving you and everyone else." Emily and Chance. That was pretty much "everyone", a fact which made Arlyn avert her eyes from the camera again, her eyebrows furrowing in frustration as she looked down at her palms. "I'm not coming back to visit." Her voice, it seemed, sounded sterner as she said this. "I'll probably block everyone on all my social media accounts too. I just wanna make it easier for Chance to let go," she whispered, "If he hasn't already. Sorry in advance. I don't think we'll ever talk again in person or through the phone, any of us, because...

"I just don't want to. It'd be too hard for me, really. I know you and Chance are going to hate me for leaving, but it's for the best." She paused. Emily may hate her for leaving, but Chance would hate her for more than one reason, she was positive.

Arlyn stared into the lens, the expression on her face unfathomable. "Take care of my school for me babe. Goodbye."

to: chance Moonraker

She had only just pressed 'record', and already her heart felt heavy and the tears were difficult to keep at bay. She sucked a breath in. Pull yourself together, Arlyn. You still have to say what you turned the camera on for to say.

"I can't believe that I have to do this," she said shakily, as she imagined his face in front of hers. She almost wished she was saying goodbye in person, but just the thought of seeing that hurt expression on Chance's face again and her insides churning with guilt was enough to keep her here, in her bedroom, safe from the harshness of reality. "But before I say anything I want to tell you that... I'm so sorry Chance." Her throat felt dry. "I'm leaving today. For New York, like I said.

"You don't have to forgive me - I'm like, probably the worst girlfriend ever. Or rather, ex-girlfriend, I guess, after this. I mean - it's not that I want things to end between us - I want this to work so badly, believe me, but I don't want to be living in another state and only ever see you during holidays, or wonder if you're with another girl all the time, because... I love you." For a moment, she wondered if she truly meant it, or simply said the words because of the overwhelming guilt that loomed over her head like an ominous, monstrous shadow. She wondered if Chance would be able to tell through the screen of his phone when he'd watch this. "You deserve so much better. And as much as it hurts to say goodbye, I have to do it. Leaving is just something I have to do, for myself. I'm sorry for being such a coward and not doing this in person, but I knew you'd be mad at me. That's not a good excuse either but..." she sighed, losing her train of thought. "You never know, maybe this is better. But I can't stay in touch with you, or anyone for that matter. Not even Em.

Goodbye Chance. I'll always remember you as my first love."

By the time she finished recording all the videos, her face was puffy with tears and redness, as she sat almost petulantly like a child, on her bedroom floor, exhausted. She wanted to lie down on her silk sheets and comfy duvet and stare at the ceiling for a while, but the sheets had been packed, and the bed no longer felt like it was hers to lie down on.

Almost as if the universe was on time, however, her mother poked her head through the doorway, her youthful, beauty-pageant-worthy face twisting into a warm smile. "Hi sweetheart," she asked, not noticing Arlyn's tear-stained cheeks. "Are you ready to come downstairs? I'm not supposed to say, but some family's waiting to congratulate you," she added thoughtfully, "And don't worry, no people from school. Like you wanted."

Arlyn didn't look at her. "I'll be down in a minute," she replied dully, and her mom merely nodded before leaving and closing the door. With a weary sigh, Arlyn rose to her feet, and began looking for her bag of makeup among her things to cover up her bare and tired face, before she'd meet her family downstairs and say her goodbyes once more. Another day, another facade.

. . . without a queen?

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tramel s. fitzgerald

A distasteful look was all over tramels face as he stood in the schools courtyard. The loud noise and large amount of students and staff, fresh air and sunlight in the area was irritating him to the highest levels. Tramel was about to speak when he was cut short by a student bumping into him in the shoulder. Shaking his head releasing a annoyed chuckle before lightly swiping his thumb under the bottom of his nose. Looking over to Emmeline, he gave her an unsatisfied look. "You know Em...you're my girl and whatever you do I will be right beside you all the way...but...club rush...I'm debating if I should ditch you or not..." He gave a chuckle looking down into her hazel eyes. Each time their eyes met his heart did a little jump in his chest. Placing a small smile on his face he moved a strand of her hair away from her soft face "I am very jealous of how beautiful you look right now..." Moving his hand from her face he looked back at the crowd and sighed inwardly. He really dreaded Club Rush, each year they do the stupid event and each time mel would ditch the event and go under the bleachers and smoke a joint until the whole thing was over. Sadly this time he decided to stay not only for Em but because his stuck up younger sister Tashina forced him to come.
He was standing next to the yearbook booth talking to Em when Tashina made her way over a clipboard in her hand. Watching her march over like she was a freaking health inspector is about to do an inspection on a restaurant he crossed his arms a smirk on his face. "Uh Oh here comes Nagatha Christie," he said before releasing a chuckle from his lips. "Oh shut up Mel...don't you have some disappointing to do or are you actually going to do something productive?" Her snide mark was like a paper cut that was drenched in lemon juice. It stung like hell. Rolling his eyes he stood up straight from leaning on the table he walked over to his sister but in no way was she backing down. The two were in what almost looked like a Mexican standoff, not either one of them was budging. Finally, after a few minutes of hard eye contact, Tramel finally grunted averting his eyes away from his sister. A large devilish smirk was plaster all over her face. "It's futile that we play this game all the time Mel...cause you know I always win..." She gave a conceited laugh before walking away from the table to check on the other booths making sure everything was in check. Rubbing his currently burning eyes he mumbled and grumbled like a four-year-old who was just told no ice cream. "I practically raised that demon and this is the fucking thanks I get...such a shame..." He removed his hands from his eyes his vision coming back to him then looked over at Em. "I am in dire need of a joint right now....soooooooo...I'm going to have said joint...right now...I hope...you are cool with that????" His voice went up an octave for he wasn't sure if Em would let him leave or stay and make him suffer for the next three hours.

mood: annoyed
location: school courtyard
outfitxxx
mentions: n/a
interaction: emmeline,tashina
tags: deer

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[ShadyAce]

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location- school courtyard
mood- guilty
outfit- xxx
interactions- pulpfiction , deer , logastellus
mentions- Chance, Arlyn, Frankie

She cautiously cocked her head towards Oli. Did he know? Please, no. Before Saffron got any scrap of confirmation, she hitched in another breath where she really needed to let go of the one she was holding when her gaze followed Oliver's. Almost in time with Tramel clutching Frankie, Saffron's hand shot over to Oli's squeezing it for reassurance for both of them. "We're becoming every high school drama ever..." Saff muttered under her breath, more to herself than anything, shaking her head with shame.

The King entered the room. Her senses heightened and she could pick up distant murmurs from people talking about him - the rumors, including his fight with Arlyn. She could feel her pulse pumping in her ears, however Saffron knew better than to stare. She redirected her attention to Emmeline and Tramel, who stood above Oliver and herself.

Just knowing what they just did made her heart skip a beat. Confrontation was not her forte, and it scared her that she may now be swept up in their storm. "A notch? Please, Em and Tramel just kicked his ladder down. That man's on the floor." she grinned, mimicking the pride she could feel in her best friend next to her. Saffron motioned for the pair to sit with them, like they'd done everyday in the past.

Maybe things weren't so bad. Maybe they weren't so different.

*

The afternoon drew on uneventfully, other than the continuous murmurs. Though Saffron found it particularly out of place that Arlyn, the Queen Bee who was, well, flawless, hadn't made a dramatic entry for everyone to gawk at. Maybe the lack of an entry was the drama she wanted to cause in her wake?

Saffron took delight in the change of atmosphere the club rush brought. She'd prefer to be surrounded by the nature in Avon Park, which she frequented, but being outside was decent enough. She sat behind the rest of her friends, sketching since it was a few hours she had when she didn't have an obligation to do anything.

She listened to Tramel, despite the fact he was obviously not addressing her. "Aren't you always in, er," Saffron paused mid-sentence, looking up from the sketches on the page in front of her, using one hand to form quotations in the air, "'in dire need of a joint'?". The corners of her mouth quirked, both playfully and in support. "I'm pretty sure we can handle this," Gesturing to the crowds, she continued sarcastically, "Because there's so many people looking to join the yearbook club."

He's not asking you. She reminded herself, "But I'll leave it to Em," she nodded to Emmeline with a smirk, before turning her body towards Oli. Her mind leaped back to the eventful lunch, just a few hours before. Saffron never acknowledged his fear, she selfishly only thought about her own problems, and guilt soon enveloped her. "Hey," she cooed, standing and grasping Oliver's hand, squeezing it in apprehension, though mainly in a caring manner. "Didn't you want to tell me something? From the party?" Sometimes she seemed a little scatter-brained, quickly jumping from one topic to another, or but it was simply because her mind was trying to monitor multiple things at once. And Saff knew she definitely looked a little crazy now.

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