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[Wonder Woman]

✪Rayne Anagonos✪

Rayne glanced over as she saw someone lean up against the wall next to her, taking a moment to look him over before looking forward again. It was the guy she had eyeballed a bit earlier, cute. He was definitely cute. Then as he made the comment about her... showy outfit the girl laughed slightly and rolled her eyes. "I don't see you complaining too much East Side" she teased smirking and taking a long draw from the joint between her fingers. She knew she was dressed a little revealing but besides the fact that it was fun, it helped her sell.
After a second the girl looked back over at Nathan, thinking to herself before speaking "I'm Rayne" she held the joint between her lips so she could use one hand to hold out for him to shake, keep up her flirty smile. She wasn't sure how wide spread her dealing reputation was at the new school so she kept it on the downlow until people asked, plus this guy already seemed to have some stuff so he might be some fun for the night. "So do you actually play a sport or is the jacket just for show?" She continued to teased touching his arm gently for a moment before taking a sip from her beer.
Interaction: GardenParty ~ Nathan Bradley
Mood: Drunk, high, flirty
Location: Harlows Backyard

 

[GardenParty]

Nathan Bradley​

Nathan rolled his eyes, taking her hand and shaking it. "I'm Nathan. And no, the jacket isn't for show. I was captain of the soccer team last year and a starter in football season." He fluffed the collar of his jacket and smirked, showing off his prize. "Got this one from soccer this year, though. Some other kid took my spot as captain, which I don't really mind."

Nathan examined the girl, taking note of her sharp features and sly eyes. She used her looks to her advantage, which was pretty obvious by the way she flaunted it all. She didn't keep any parts of her to herself. It was like she wanted the attention, most likely for her sales. It was an assumption Nathan was pretty sure of. He nodded his head towards her, looking at her boobs before looking back up at her face. "Got any other stuff in there? Other than the weed, of course. I can get this stuff easily." He asked, staring into her dark brown eyes and holding the joint between his teeth.

Wonder Woman

 

[Wonder Woman]

✪Rayne Anagonos✪

Rayne laughed lightly as he fluffed the collar of his jacket, shaking her head gently. "Are you sure you don't mind? Since you still call it your spot" she joked with a wink. She watched as he looked her over, leaning against the wall and dropping the burnt end of her joint onto the ground. The dealer then straightened her stance subtly as she caught him checking out her chest.
To say she was a little surprised when the jock asked for harder stuff was an understatement. She sold weed to them plenty of times but not often anything harder. "Can you now? Yea I got a few things" Smirking, she leaned over and unzipped her bag taking out three baggies: one with a couple pills, one with a little sheet of tablets and one with white powder. Usually the girl wouldn't have so many different things, in fear of her siblings going through them but her supplier had a bit of a deal that day. "Take your pick, I'll even do it with you, whatever you choose" the brunette smirked, looking up at Nathan. He seemed like he might be interesting. Plus, she would never turn away a chance to fool around with some drugs, not when she didn't have any siblings to worry about tonight.

Interaction: GardenParty ~ Nathan Bradley
Mood: Drunk, high, flirty
Location: Harlows Backyard

 

[Aato]

Brice Tang

He chuckled at her retort. "I don't come up with these things." ...So, maybe he had, but he couldn't have been the only one to ever use it... "But at least this tells me you're not that drunk." He looked away from her, briefly glancing down at the open bottle in his hand, the dread probably obvious on his face before he turned it up to take another swig and swallowed hard. He'd have to find something different fast.

Eyeing her flask, it was likely she'd brought something with her, so she probably wouldn't be much help in him finding liquor, or, hell, even wine (though he assumed that too "fancy" for kids to bring to a party). Then again... "Running low, at all?" He nodded toward her flask.
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Aio

 

[BrokenRemedy]

Devin Kross​

Location: Apartment--> Harlow's Party
Mood: Irritable, Tired, Confused
Interaction: Harlow (indirect) travelbypages
Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=219956817

Devin woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He had laid down to take a quick nap before he had to leave for the party, but he would have slept through the whole thing if it wasn't for his phone's calendar reminding him that the party was about to start in five minutes. 'Like you can get to the party in five minutes you dumbass.' He thought to himself, pissed that he had slept so late. It would take him at least an hour and a half to walk to the destination of the party. 'Might as well take my time, I guess.' He sighed, getting up and taking a quick cold shower. Devin quickly pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, as well as his signature leather jacket and beanie. He tried to look somewhat presentable, but he obviously couldn't afford anything nice. 'Whatever, it's just a party. Half the people there are gonna be wasted.' He thought, deciding it wasn't worth the time trying to dress up for the ladies.

Sliding his old iPhone 4s into his pocket, Devin left the house. He walked down the street, quickly becoming agitated at how long it would take him to get to the party at this rate. An idea slipped into Devin's head, and a grin crossed his face. He ran about a block to one of the rundown pubs on the West side, where the bartender new him by name. As he walked inside, he noticed a nice motorcycle outside of the place. "Ay, Dev.. What can I do fer ya today?" The old, no doubt drunk, bartender asked, raising a bottle of beer towards Devin. "Who's bike is that?" Devin asked, motioning outside. The man shrugged in response. Devin pulled out his wallet, pulling out forty bucks- his savings for the past two weeks. "If the owner asks where it is, tell 'em I'll bring it back tonight." He said, handing the bills to the bartender before heading outside. It wasn't long for Devin to hot-wire the motorcycle, and on the road he went.

Devin drove at top speeds, knowing the police of the west side wouldn't bother to chase him down, only slowing down a couple of miles per hour when he crossed the railroad tracks into the East side. He eventually made his way to Harlow's house, or at least he assumed that's where he was with all of the cars and people around. Revving the engine of the motorcycle, Devin drove towards the house at full speed, slamming on the brakes as his bike rolled into the yard, causing both him and the bike to go flying a couple feet before crashing to the ground. Fortunately nothing was hurt, other than Devin having a couple of scratches, and a small gash below his eye from a rock. He picked up the bike so it was standing up, before killing the engine and looking up at the house. It was impressive, far more than the houses he had seen in his life, even when he lived on the east side.

With the adrenaline rush from his idiotic stunt, Devin's mood had been increased quite a bit, and he knew his presence had been noticed. He made his way inside, trying to avoid as much interaction as possible, but grinning when people mentioned his stunt. He was quick to pour himself a cup of vodka as he eyed those around him. It wasn't hard to tell who was from what side, and the thought of so many different people in one area confused him. How had they all managed to get along? What happened to the rivalry? "Hm, I guess beer's the solution to all problems." He muttered to himself, laughing a bit. Getting tired of the stuffy atmosphere, Devin went to the backyard to get some fresh air, the pool already calling his name. Once again, he eyed the people around him, checking out a few guys and girls that caught his interest, until they landed on Harlow.

She looked to be having fun, and there was no doubt in Devin's mind that she stood out from the girls and guys around her. He debated talking to her, but the thought of talking to someone that rich and popular left knots in his stomach. Trying to ease his nerves, Devin took a long drink of vodka, hoping the buzz would increase his confidence. "Maybe coming here wasn't a total waste after all." He told himself, taking a seat a couple of feet away from the pool and watching those around him, every once and a while glancing back at Harlow.

 

[Aio]

Asem Inju Madiev​

Asem rolled her eyes as he commented on her sobriety. Oh lord if he only knew. Asem thought, cracking a smile as she looked down at her flask and sighed. She couldn't remember the last time she wasn't drunk, when she wasn't numb. Pursing her lips she thought about her drinking for a bit although it wasn't something she necessarily wished to think about. Looking back up at him she couldn't help but chuckle at the face the man made as he took a sip from what looked to be beer. "Not refined enough for your palette? And here I thought rich kids were supposed to have the good stuff." She joked, shaking her flask slightly and frowning at the lack of splashing she heard, which meant she was out.

Her ears perked up at his question. Placing her flask in her pocket as she smirked. Looking back up at him, supressing a chuckle. "Yes I am, but I'm scared to drink whatever is in that bottle." She spoke as she pointed at the beer he was holding.

Aato

 

[Wonder Woman]

◐Ryder Foster◐

The drunk teenager was taken back as a girl he knew as Penny from around school splashed her drink onto him. "What the hell?!" The drunkness made him a little more open with his emotions, like irritation. He was glancing around as he grabbed some napkins, tapping his shirt dry as he saw Harlow wave at him. The two were pretty decent friends, both semi high on the food chain though she was higher than him. He then made his way over, waving once he saw Christina was sitting with the blonde.
"Hello Ladies!" He chuckled and moved to sit on the table. "So Harlow, how does it feel to be party animal queen of the east side? Maybe the west too" he chuckled and gave a wink before turning his attention to the girl that had just drunkly stumbled over. "Having a fun night?" He nodded at the unknown girl before looking at the small bag Christina had in her hand. "Where did you get that? Turning west side on us already C?"
Interaction: travelbypages ~ Harlow Sienna Roy, Melanin-Gxdess ~ Christina McIntyre, GardenParty ~ Parker Botts
Location: Harlows living room, sitting on a table
Mood: drunk, excited, sore​

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Spoiler

The boys' name she had forgotten had finally hit her. Jared! That was his name. Just as she was going to make a comment to Harlow about how attractive she found the West side kid, she was interrupted by a super drunk girl stumbling over. The moved a little when she saw the golden liquid spill out of her cup so it didn't land on her. "Whoa there, Bambi. Walk straight." She mentally debated in her mind whether or not she should help her and finally decided that she would. Standing up she gently took the cup out of her hand. "You're cut off from this for a while, huh?" She still managed to hold on to the bowl of chips she was toting around as she helped the girl sit down. "Now. This right here? It's some pretty tough shit. I don't know if you can handle it." She told her giving a small laugh. Turning to Ryder, she took a deep breath as she pretended to examine the joint in her free hand. "I'll have you know, young Ryder, that everyone is allowed to enjoy God's greatest natural given gift to the world. Besides, don't you already know I smoked? Why do you think I'm always eating in English? Not to say I'm high when I go to school, which I'm totally not. That's just.... Stupid." She explained to him, mostly with her hands. That tended to happen a lot when she was drunk and/or high. She spoke with her hands and they moved a lot more than her lips did.
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travelbypages GardenParty Wonder Woman

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[madame moiselle]

Gabriel King

How beautiful it is to stay silent when someone expects you to be enraged. Unknown

Spoiler: Outfit

Location: At the party I guess xD
Interaction: GardenParty
Mood: uncharacteristically nervous, edgy


Freedom. Gabriel thought he would never taste the feeling ever again. But there he was now, standing in front of the large, broken down warehouse building, where so many bittersweet memories had been made. Not a prison cell, but the old gang hangout. The warehouse was huge but old and disheveled, worn by the cruel sands of time. Broken, stained windows, large ruptures in the walls and the outside was littered with useless trash. But it was like a second home to Gabriel. He savored every detail; he hadn't seen this gem since the day he had gotten arrested.
A flash of memories overtook the freed delinquent for a moment; memos of prison, of the two years he would never forget. Those years spent in prison had changed him, transformed his character completely. He had grown softer, humbler, quieter; traits he wasn't sure his old gang members would appreciate. Gabriel didn't know why he was so nervous; it was so unlike him. Then again, he wasn't anything like himself after those two years behind bars. Gabriel clutched the Bible in his hand, gripping it hard, leaning against his motorcycle. In prison, he had been given the book to help him get through those hard times. At first, he wouldn't touch it; he didn't want anything to do with religion. But little by little, he began to read bits, starting at the beginning. Surprisingly, the book had much wisdom and teaching within, things Gabriel had taken to heart. By the time it was time for his release, Gabriel brought the book along with him wherever he went. He didn't know why; he just did. But what would his old friends think? I ain't religious, thought Gabriel decidedly. Just...curious.

Gabriel took a deep breath and headed straight for the entrance, an old battered doorway that had no door. He had worn a tattered old blue jean jacket and a white T-shirt, some ripped jeans and a good ol' pair of sturdy shoes. A small knapsack was slung over his shoulder, containing what little possessions he had. Suddenly, a scratchy, growl-like call of a lynx stopped him in his tracks. Gabriel turned around instantly, his eyes widening to see Aja, his stray pet lynx jumping over various pieces of junk to reach him. She looked thinner and nimbler as if she hadn't been eating right, her fur matted. Gabriel smiled, crouching down to the lynx's level. "Hey there, Aja," he greeted softly, his hand out for her to sniff. Aja definitely recognized him, but took the offer to scent him anyway. Gabriel rubbed her under the chin, grinning slightly. Boy, he had missed this one. Gabriel had found her injured and sickly years ago, when she was only a few weeks old. Together with Grandma Bree, they both took the creature in and nursed her back to health. Since then, Aja never left Gabriel's side.

Gabriel petted Aja one more time before turning back around to enter the building, seeing Aja following him, rubbing her flank on the side of his legs as he struggled to move along. "Aja," lightly scolded Gabriel as he stepped over her to get to a flight of rusty stairs that led down. He heard the faint sounds of loud music emanating from the lower floor, not to mention hoots of drunken laughter. Gabriel smirked, knowing the guys must be having some sort of party. He descended down the steps, his heart thumping nervously, hand in hand with the excitement of seeing his buddies again. He leaned against the ruptured doorway that led to a large room that used to be a huge storage area. Now, it was their main place to hang out and even living quarters. The guys were all there; playing pool, trying their luck at beer pong, chugging bottles of vodka. The music was blasting, bottles were everywhere, and the scent of smoke permeated the air. Aja wasn't next to Gabriel anymore---she had bolted in fear of the loud music.

Gabriel smirked and knocked against the wood, loud enough to catch their attention. "Holy shit; it's Gabriel!" Damien laughed and headed straight for Gabriel, giving him a huge pat on the back, slinging his lean arm over the freed delinquent's shoulders. Florence turned down the music, his gray eyes smiling under all those dark bangs that always covered half his face. "Never thought I'd see the day-" Gerald came over from beer pong and slapped him on the back, "--It's good to have you back, Gabe." The others circled him, laughing, congratulating him on his release. They asked questions on how prison was since none of them had been in jail for that long before. Gabriel said little, not wanting to talk about it. His friends noted on how quiet he had suddenly become, offering him some vodka to jazz him up a little. Gabriel refused; alcohol had caused too many regrets that he'll never forget. At one point, Damien pointed to Gabriel's hand, where he was holding the Bible.
"W-What's that?" he asked, speech slurred from alcohol. Gabriel glanced down, reddening. Goddammit, thought Gabriel, almost panicking. Shoulda just left it in my bag. Shit. "That a Bible?" Gerald squinted, then glanced back up at Gabriel. "You're religious?"
Gabriel began to protest, shaking his head. "No, you got the wrong idea," he said. "I just have it 'round with me--nothing religious. I swear." Gabriel could tell by their faces that they were far from convinced. An awkward silence began to stretch on, and Gabriel wished he hadn't fucked up. He glanced around the room quickly, realizing there was one person he hadn't seen.

Parker.

"Where's Parker?" asked Gabriel abruptly. "She's at a party. An Eastside party," answered another familiar face. Quentin. His face was rosy from too much alcohol, and his speech was also slurred, making it hard to understand what he was saying. Gabriel's eyes widened, staring at Quentin in disbelief. "You're joking," he answered. Quentin shook his head, laughing. "I'm not; she's really at some party hosted by the rich kids. I should know; I dropped her off there. She must be bat-shit crazy; Westside parties are ten times the fun. Ten times the beer, ten times the sex, ten times the--"
"But why East?" inquired Gabriel, confused as hell. As far as he knew, the East and Westside kids were enemies. Always had been, always will be. It was a social drift between the two; two opposites forces clashing against each other. Gabriel's jaw clenched as he remembered some old enemies from there; assholes who he'd like to bash heads with. What on earth changed?
"Knock it off Q," chided Gerald, cuffing the drunkard's head. "Gabe doesn't know what happened." Gabriel narrowed his eyes, almost in suspicion, glancing between his buddies. They all looked visibly agitated, as this mysterious event disgruntled them in some way.
"The school burned down," said Florence bluntly, crossing his thin, pale arms. "Some shit accident---we don't know. The fact is, since there's no school for us, we had to get transported. To the Eastside high school. Happened not too long ago, actually. Now the rich kids are throwin' some sort of party. The same one Parker went to."
Gabriel stared at them, astonished, the information sinking into his head. Transported? Burned down? Parker at an Eastside party? This was a lot to take in. Especially when Parker was involved.
Party, thought Gabriel almost ruefully, his mind wandering back to years ago. It was just your typical Westside party; plenty of sex, drugs, alcohol, beer pong---'fun', as Quentin described it. Gabriel had already known Parker for quite some time before that crucial moment in their friendship---the night where Gabriel took things way too far, the night where his passion for her bloomed.

Gabriel didn't want those memories to distract him now; it hurt enough that that was the reason why their friendship had almost broken. After that catastrophic night, Gabriel went into a drunken rage, made some regrettable choices, and well...ended up in prison, sentenced to two years. Now he was here, free and ready to start a new chapter in life. To do that, he needed to make some major amends to some broken relationships. He had to convince Parker he had changed.

"Seems like the Westside's been busy since I've been gone," answered Gabriel, getting his knapsack and putting the Bible in. "I'd love to hang some more, but I gotta go. I need to see Parker."
Gabriel didn't hesitate and headed up the stairs, Quentin's loud slurred voice following up. "Yeah well, she won't be wantin' to see you! Gabe, she's les---"

Gabriel had already shut the door.


Gabriel found his way to the location of the party by asking some partygoers who were heading there themselves by walking. They were Eastside girls, and though they did help him with directions, they couldn't help but look distastefully at his tattered clothing and tattooed arms. One, however, did assess him with a spark of interest in her eyes, but Gabriel ignored it. He had put on his motorcycle helmet and rode away, not giving it a second thought, not even asking for her number either. He just wasn't that kind of guy anymore.

Gabriel noticed the party house immediately; it was huge and gorgeous, filled with loud music and laughter. Scantily-dressed girls hung around the front, obviously Westside girls, eyeing him as he parked his motorcycle and walked up the large lawns of the mansion. They giggled profusely, holding beer bottles too. Gabriel clenched his jaw, finding it rather annoying. That annoyance soon turned into slow anger, and Gabriel knew he had to bail before he'd overreact.

Gabriel found the entrance to the back of the manor; a small but intrinsically designed gate that must've cost a small fortune. Gabriel entered the backyard, seeing all the action and fun, but it was the least of Gabriel's interests. He came here to find Parker, not hang around and bash.

Though it had been years, Gabriel could instantly find Parker sitting in a chair around a table holding out a beer cup, her usual red beanie off, revealing dark, nut-coloured hair. She was hanging with quite a few people, but Gabriel was focused on getting her attention and her attention alone, so he didn't mind their presences too much. Gabriel couldn't help but smirk slightly as he began his trek to her. He came up behind Parker, covering her eyes and leaned in, murmuring, "Guess who?"
It was a playful thing they did to each other in the past, and Gabriel decided to use it now, in hopes of at least getting an inch closer to her good side.



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[Aato]

Brice Tang...

"Ah, Princess has jokes, I see," he quipped as he held up the bottle and swished its contents to see how much was left. "Beer just doesn't suit my fancy, expensive or not. It's carbonated pissy bread water, but it's always around and it was the first thing I saw." He looked between the teen girl and the bottle, regarding the bottle with some disdain. Within the next second, he had decided to pour the rest out, nonchalantly stretching his arm to empty it in the bushes. He noted to himself not to settle next time; it didn't even provide a buzz worthy of compensation for the horrible taste. Although, part of the reason for picking up the first thing he saw was so he wouldn't lose track of her. He made another mental note: For future reference, decide what's more important - girls or good booze.

"All done," he smirked before sitting the empty bottle down. "I wouldn't dream of offering that to anyone... I imagine that what you had must have been pretty good if you downed it all. We should fill you up again." He nodded toward the door, suggesting they head inside to find something different, something harder. "...Unless you don't take drink offers from strangers."
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Aio

 

[Aato]

Stephany Anne Bayarsaikhan...

"Are you sure you wanna go to this party? These kids might not be quite your speed..."

Stephany Anne groaned. "Yes, dad, I'll be fine. I'm deaf, not stupid or oblivious... Mom would let me go with no problem."

Her father only sighed. "I'm not trying to stop you, Stephy... Just, be careful, baby. Stay out of trouble. Don't take your aid out for anything; I don't want you to risk losing it. If you have a problem, you call me and I will be there immediately."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, daddy."

"And don't do any drugs or drink excessively... You know you can't afford--"

"--For any of your other senses to be altered. Yes, dad, I know."

Enebish only seemed to sigh again as he picked up the keys to his old truck. "Is Valor going to be there?" He didn't necessarily trust that punk, but he was one of the few people that his daughter had seemed to befriend here and he seemed to look after her - nothing had gone wrong yet.

"I-- I don't know. I could find out."

He nodded and with that, they made their way to the car. The ride there was bumpy as Stephany Anne sat in the passenger seat of her dad's pick-up, looking out the window and thinking about just how this would go. Although she spoke confidently to her father, she was nervous inside. This was the first party with the two sides... Would East Side kids mess with her because of her condition? Occasionally, the West Side kids had, but most were used to her, so that had mostly subsided. East kids really hadn't been a problem at school, but outside of school and drunk could make things go far differently. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before she slowly exhaled, then opened them again. 'It's gonna be fine.'

"Dad, you can stop here." Stephany Anne gathered her things... which really wasn't much but a small purse to sling across her shoulder. It didn't take too long for them to get there; maybe 30 minutes give or take some. He slowly came to a stop along the curb, a short way away from the party house.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, dad."

He could hear her begrudged tone at his questioning and only made a smirkish smile. "Okay, honey. Remember what I said. I hope you have fun. You look pretty."

A small smile traced her lips. "Thanks, dad. I'll see you later tonight." She got out of the car.

"Be calling me to get you no later than 11!" He called after her just before pulling off.

Well, this was it. She was officially here and alone. The short walk to the party gave her a little more time to collect herself. As she approached, she could hear the thump of loud music and only the occasional whoop of joy. She reached up, figuring it best to go ahead and adjust her hearing aid now, turning it down a few notches. She then began fixing her clothes, tugging at her dress to smooth it out and double checking at her heels for any unsightly scuffs. Her hair was simple, so there wasn't much to adjust there except to make sure it was still together. She just hoped she looked good enough and not out of place.

The louder the music got, the harder her heart seemed to beat. 'Relax, Steph.' She attempted to pep talk herself. 'It's just a party. It's not that big of a deal. Go in, try some drinks, dance a little, speak if someone speaks to you... Go home?' Well, lame as it was, that would be the game plan for now. While lost in thought, she had made it past all the fancy cars with West Side clunker-types sprinkled in between. She took another breath on the porch, as everyone was now coming into view - some people lingering outside talking and drinking. She then stepped inside and was a small bit overwhelmed and surprised at how crowded the party really was. Then again, crowded meant she was less obvious. That eased her now. Carefully, she sifted through the majority intoxicated teens, looking around the large house in awe as she went in search of drinks.

 

[travelbypages]

Harlow Sienna Roy

Harlow blushed a little when Christina asked about the guy Harlow had been looking at, but before she could answer Ryder finally sat and she grinned at him as Christina and him bantered. As the two talked she kept glancing over at Devin. When she noticed him looking back at her, she stood and grinned at her two friends "Well make sure you two use a condom" she teased them and looked at Devin as she moved toward the house. She made a little motion for him to follow, and hoped he would.
Stepping inside the house, Harlow pushed her way through the crowed back to the alcohol table. She hadn't realized the party was this large. After pouring her drink, she leaned against the table, looking around the house. People were drunk, high, and what seemed to be - horny. Rolling her eyes, she brought the straw to her lips and waited to see if Devin had followed.
She'd seen him around before, mostly at school and the few times she crossed the tracks. The thought of him following made her nervous. She never really took interest in people from the West Side. They intimidated her, and if her parents ever found out she was hanging around West Side kids, she'd be in a lot of trouble. Biting her lip, she swayed lightly, if he wasn't going to show up for ten minutes then she would go back out to the other two.
Interacting: Ryder - Wonder Woman , Christina - Melanin-Gxdess , Devin - BrokenRemedy
Location: Kitchen/Alcohol Table.
Mood: Nervous, excited, continuing to get drunk.​

 

[travelbypages]

Jared David Webber

Jared watched the scene go on and rolled his eyes. Standing, he made his way to where one of the East girls had been sitting - looking at him. He didn't do relationships, mostly just hook-ups. She didn't look like a relationship person either. Sitting beside her on the patio chair he winked "couldn't take your eyes off me?" he teased lightly. He knew Ryder was there, but he didn't say anything to the boy. Mostly because Jared didn't know him.
Taking a long drag of his smoke, he sat back, listening to Ryder and Christina talk. The party was okay. There weren't a lot of people he liked, and the one he did talk to usually was off having girl problems. The boy now just noticed the bad Christina toyed with. Sitting up straight, he scooted close to her, looking at it "What ya got" he raised an eyebrow, putting out the smoke butt under his shoe, "Here" he reached into his pocket, grabbing the baggie he had gotten from Rayne. "Want some of this?" he raised an eyebrow, there were a few pills, more so the harder stuff from weed.
Mentioned: Garry - ThatGuyWithSouvlaki , Christina - Melanin-Gxdess , Ryder - Wonder Woman
Mood: Relaxed, craving to get high, flirty
Location: Outside with Christina and Ryder​

 

[GardenParty]

Nathan Bradley​

Nathan smirked, pointed towards the powder in the shadows of the girl's figure. "I'll do that stuff. To be honest, it'll be my first time snorting." He grinned, grasping for the bag. "But I pick up things quickly." He winked, biting his lip and sitting down at a nearby table. "You ready?" He called you Rayne, patting an empty chair next to him.

Nathan eyed some of the other kids around the party. He brought his attention towards a Westsider harassing another girl that he probably knew from before. Looked like they had some of Rayne's drugs too.

Damn, that girl had to hookup.

Wonder Woman

Parker Botts​

Parker wasn't really listening to the conversation of the kids she shared a table with till one of them took her beer and replaced it with a bowl of chips. It was a insult, taking her alcohol and giving the girl snacks. She half grasped at her drink, which was well out of her reach. Once the Christina presented the challenge, Parker narrowed her eyes. She fell for the joke, and began shoving her face full of chips. "The hard stuff, huh? Watch me." she said, narrowing her eyes and shoving more food into her already full mouth.

Parker jumped a bit when someone covered her eyes, and when the hands came with a "Guess who!", Parker's mood dropped from having-lots-of-party-fun down to whatthefuck. The girl stood up, using the low table to steady her light head. "Get away." She growled, her drunken state not evident in her hard voice.

travelbypages madame moiselle Melanin-Gxdess

 

[Wonder Woman]

✪Rayne Anagonos✪

Rayne smirked and nodded as he picked the powder, raising an eyebrow and rolling her eyes as he mentioned picking up things fast. "Ok, let's see then" she passed him the baggie and watched as he moved to a table, she put an effort in to not do the drugs with her customers that often but this guy seemed pretty harmless and like he could be a bit of fun. "I was born ready" she teased making her way over and sitting down in the chair next to the jock.
"I'll go first, show you how it's done" she smirked with a wink and set up a thin line with the drug on the table. "Do you have a dollar bill?" Once she had the bill she bent over and quickly did the line, sitting back into the chair and taking a deep breath as she rubbed her nose for a moment. It was definitely strong. "Your turn, lets see if there's some bite to all that bark." She bit her lip crossing one leg over the other as she sat back, feeling the high.

Interaction: GardenParty ~ Nathan Bradley
Mood: Drunk, high, flirty
Location: Harlows Backyard

 

[BrokenRemedy]

Devin Kross​

Location: Alcohol Table
Mood: Curious, Nervous, Trying to get drunk
Interaction: Harlow travelbypages
Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=219956817

Devin played it cool when he locked eyes with Harlow, giving a small smile. At first, he assumed she was looking at someone else by the way she stood up. However, he was taken a bit off guard when he motioned for him to follow her. Why would a rich east side girl want to talk to him? Nevertheless, Devin stood up, chugging the rest of his drink and following after the girl with a leisurely pace. He looked around at all of the people who seemed to be having a good time; if only he could lighten up like them. Devin always found it hard to get drunk, especially since he rarely even drinks. Shaking the thought of the drunken crowd from his mind, Devin slid over towards Harlow, nodding at her with a smile.

"Hey." He began, trying not to let his nerves get the best of him. Devin looked down at the drinks at the alcohol table, nothing really catching his eye. "What do you recommend?" Devin asked, motioning towards the drinks, "Preferably something strong." In all honesty, he was never good at small talk, or talking in general, he had to at least attempt to make conversation with the cute girl. He stood across from Harlow, watching her sway slightly, wondering if she was as hammered as those around them.

 

[vegeta3k]

Location: Just at the door that leads to the back yard.


Valor had already been at the party for a while. His dealer JB had eyes and ears all over the east and west side of town. It wasn't long before JB got word about the party and like the oppourtunist he was he already had Valor on site to make him money.

Valor had been in one of the rooms of the mansion and business was slow as usual but as the pace of the party escalated and the number of people attending increased word of mouth about him spread like wild fire. And if you wanted to party like it was 1999 then you knew where to go.

The drug of choice at the party was a few. The first one was the party drug 'love doves'. Love doves was a form of ecstasy that his dealer cooked up with his own little spin on it. Teens were usually attracted to the drug because of it's cute name and its effects of making the person feel confident, happy and closer to others. Second drug of choice was magic mushrooms. If you wanted to escape reality this was the shit to smoke or eat. The hullucinations at times were pleasent and exciting but on the other side of the coin could be horrific and it lasted for a good 5 hours. The last one and Valors preferred drug of his choice was the good old Mary Jane (weed). You had a hard time at work or school? Smoke this and see if you still give a fuck abou your problems.

Offering another ecstasy pill to a cute couple Valour would look around for a familiar face. It was difficult because of there was so many people and the lack of light did not help. The music bass was so loud it shook the very room he was in when the beat dropped. Leaving the room Valor would head to the back. Just befor he could exit the door to the back yard a group of teenagers would stop him and ask for some sticks of cannabis. "Yeah that will be $100" while the group sorted out how they would split the payment, Valor would grab his school bag and unzip it rummaging around for a $100 bag of weed.

 

[Wonder Woman]

◐Ryder Foster◐

Ryder chuckled and shook his head when Christina talked about her joint like it was a rare herd or something. "Ok ok rebel child, you do you" he then picked a beer up and opened it by knocking it off the table, he was about to speak again when Harlow stood and left to go outside, a west sider following her. 'Weird'
He shook his head and sat in the spot the blonde had left and was about to speak to Christina again when a guy he was sure was from the west side leaned in and began asking her about her joint. He rolled his eyes and took a long drink from his beer leaning back in his seat, staying quiet until he saw the guy pull out a bag of pills. "Hey hey, I don't know how you do it back on your side of the tracks but we aren't stupid enough to do random pills" he looked over at Christina for a little support in the situation before looking back at Jared with an annoyed glare. "You don't need to be high as a fucking kite to have fun."
The jock wasn't a fan of drugs, even weed. He didn't want to risk his health and physique for a high. Alcohol was a different story but we
Interaction: travelbypages ~ Harlow Sienna Roy & Jared David Webber, Melanin-Gxdess ~ Christina McIntyre,
Location: Outside, sitting by alcohol table next to Christina
Mood: drunk, angry​

 

[Aio]

Asem Inju Madiev​

Asem rolled her eyes as she pushed off the door frame. "The name is Asem, not Princess." She spoke leaning in with a smile as she pat his cheek with her hand. Listening to him ramble on about his distain for beer, pursing her lips when he poured out the bottle's contents. Asem almost forgot how wasteful rich people were, looking down at the spilled beer in the bushes as she sighed. Good beer or not it still was a waste just to dump it.

She chuckled at his comment on her drink. "I'm sure it wouldn't be to your liking. Sadly all I can get is whatever my uncle buys." She shrugged at his question, of course she wanted a drink. In all honesty if Asem found herself without one she grew rather anxious. She smirked at his comment about being strangers. Asem was feeling bold, which could partically be caused by her intoxicated state, so she leaned in and gave him a playful smile as she spoke. "Well tell me your name and we won't be strangers now will we?" She stayed there for a moment as she looked up at him, feeling a chuckle rise up in her chest although she attempted to force it down.

Aato

 

[madame moiselle]

Nathan Bradley​

Nathan smirked, pointed towards the powder in the shadows of the girl's figure. "I'll do that stuff. To be honest, it'll be my first time snorting." He grinned, grasping for the bag. "But I pick up things quickly." He winked, biting his lip and sitting down at a nearby table. "You ready?" He called you Rayne, patting an empty chair next to him.

Nathan eyed some of the other kids around the party. He brought his attention towards a Westsider harassing another girl that he probably knew from before. Looked like they had some of Rayne's drugs too.

Damn, that girl had to hookup.

Wonder Woman

Parker Botts​

Parker wasn't really listening to the conversation of the kids she shared a table with till one of them took her beer and replaced it with a bowl of chips. It was a insult, taking her alcohol and giving the girl snacks. She half grasped at her drink, which was well out of her reach. Once the Christina presented the challenge, Parker narrowed her eyes. She fell for the joke, and began shoving her face full of chips. "The hard stuff, huh? Watch me." she said, narrowing her eyes and shoving more food into her already full mouth.

Parker jumped a bit when someone covered her eyes, and when the hands came with a "Guess who!", Parker's mood dropped from having-lots-of-party-fun down to whatthefuck. The girl stood up, using the low table to steady her light head. "Get away." She growled, her drunken state not evident in her hard voice.

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Gabriel King

It doesn't matter if it was a relationship or a friendship. When it ends, your heart breaks. Gabriel King

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Location: Harlow's party, around one of the tables in the backyard.
Interactions: Melanin-Gxdess GardenParty Wonder Woman travelbypages and I think that's it?
Mood: disappointed, hurt

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The first thing Gabriel felt was disappointment. This was the first time they'd seen each other in years, and this was how he would be welcomed? A cold, hard, 'go away' spat at him? It hurt him more than he expected. Reluctantly, Gabriel stepped away, removing his hands, the pierce still deep. "Parker, it's me Gabriel," he said, looking at her, his tone tinted with slight unintended harshness. He glanced at the rest of the people accompanying Parker, sitting there having their own conversations. There was a girl with wide, expressive mocha-coloured eyes and black wild curly hair, who was obviously an East-side girl by the looks of things, named Christina. There were two guys; one was obviously drunk and the other offering a bag of pills to Christina, were also East kids. Gabriel's jaw clenched as he recognized one of the boys all too well; Ryder Foster. The two had bashed heads many, many times before, and their rivalry seemed to never give out. Gabriel remembered it started about three years ago, when they were just teens, but the biggest confrontation happened just before Gabriel had gotten arrested. He and his some of his gang buddies had caught Ryder practicing some weird, large violin-like instrument, dangerously close to crossing the West boundary. Gabriel and his gang started to taunt him for it, calling him a wuss and such. The East kid ignored them, which made Gabriel ticked off. He had called out to him, but still, the rich kid ignored him, keeping up with his instrument playing. Not taking it anymore, Gabriel stalked right up to Ryder and ripped the object right out of his hands and dropped it onto the ground, grabbing the kid from the front of his shirt as his friends laughed and started kicking and jumping on the damned thing.
Gabriel remembered how he and his gang had then left Ryder to deal with the damaged cello himself. After that encounter, Gabriel knew Ryder hated him more than ever before. Gabriel didn't mind; the feelings were mutual.

Gabriel gave a lingering glare to Ryder, wondering if he still remembered, before turning to Parker, his gaze tense but holding a spark of hope.

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[Melanin-Gxdess]

Spoiler

So she was caught staring huh? "Well, with a face like that, it's kinda hard not to." She admitted. There was no way she could hide the fact that she kept looking over to him. He looked like the kind of guy that would ruin her life if given the chance. Then again, he also looked like he was just on the prowl to hook up with someone and she wasn't like that. But maybe for she would be. When she was offered the bag of pills, she was going to open her mouth to say something, until Ryder said something. Christina had to agree with Ryder, but only because she didn't want a fight or something to break out. Then Ryder had a small little outburst, which was seriously killing her high and buzz. She almost forgot how much he hated the idea of drugs. "Whoa there, Mr. Man calm down. I obviously have not gone over the reasonings for smoking with you yet." She said, trying to lighten the mood. She glanced over and the saw the newcomer, who's name also seemed to escape her for the night, was glaring and Ryder. There was some kind tense between those two and she felt like it was important. She snapped her fingers at him and wagged her finger. "No hostility here tonight. Now." It was show time to explain her ideology on smoking pot and she stood up and took off her jacket, tossing it on Jared. She cleared her throat before standing in front of her 'audience' to lay down her wisdom. "Yes, my dear Ryder, you don't need to be 'high as a fucking kite to have fun', as you so eloquently put it. HOWEVER, it is also considered a past-time in which we teens can break the rules that parental figures have decided to place upon our backs to suffocate us. And not just our breeders, for those of us who have heterosexual parents, but the fucking government, who are hypocritical, for lack of a better word, assnuts that like to set up rules that they break on a regular basis."
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[Heim]

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Penny
Location: In the corner with garry
Mood:
Mentions: ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
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Penny was relieved when she got the bottle off go Garry. He was weaker because of the alcohol, or maybe he let go on purpose, she couldn’t tell. His shoulders slumped. Penny didn’t feel like drinking, she figured maybe she would drive him home but she’d better ask> Tears welled at her eyes, and she swatted at them, deliberating what she should do. She could take him back to his house or she could go upstairs with him. Either way people would see her and she knew for certainty that they would talk.

You’re a coward, Penny

It wasn’t worth deliberating, he could be in real danger if she left him drunk and upset. She had to get him somewhere safe. Given his current state it might be just take him home but that was up to him “L-Lean on me” She told him offering a shaking hand “Would you like to go home? I can drive you? O-Or we can just go upstairs into a bedroom and talk? Um, but you need to sit down, do you feel sick? I can help you to the washroom?” She was going to help him and she didm’t care about anyone else in this moment “You aren’t pathetic, Garry, just let me help you"





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[Aato]

Brice Tang...

She patted his cheek as she corrected him, and the only thing he could seem to do was touch the spot after she did. It wasn't that it was some miraculous gesture; he just hadn't been expecting it. Plus, snarky and forward was usually his thing. 'Asem...' he repeated inwardly. Note made. Though, he didn't think he'd forget her, at least, not easily.

Empty handed, his arms casually folded over his chest while he listened to her vaguely elude to what was in her flask. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm not so picky... so long as it's not beer, but in any case..." He let his voice trail when she stepped even closer, prompting him for his name. It was definitely a breach of personal space as he could feel the warmth of her breath on his face and smell the signature scent of alcohol that emanated from it... but this didn't bother him so much, so he didn't flinch. "The Brice Tang," he answered pretentiously alongside a smirkish smile. He very well figured she could probably care less about any "status" he thought he was portraying, but that made it all more amusing. "Let's go fill you up." Of course, he was referencing her flask, but if she had any other ideas, he likely wouldn't object.

Now, he moved for the door. Either she would follow or watch him leave. Ideally, he would get alcohol and the girl - to some degree, anyway - but coming up with an answer to his earlier question, he determined he'd probably be happy with just the alcohol. Though, if he were being honest with himself, he knew that if she came along, it probably had nothing to do with him and she was likely just in it for the booze. Fair enough.
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Aio

 

[Aato]

Stephany Anne Bayarsaikhan...

At the alcohol table, Stephany Anne surveyed more types and brands of alcohol than she had ever seen in her life. Let alone the number of upscale brands that she could never imagine dropping that much cash for and actually drinking... and yet it was here being openly consumed at a house party. Well, in the moment, she would enjoy it. Thanks, over-privileged rich kids. Getting one of the red cups, she sampled a few different things before settling on an herbal liqueur. She filled the cup only by a fourth, deciding that'd be enough to sip on for now while she walked around the party.

Maneuvering through the crowd, she made her way outback and sighed relief. Not only was it good to get out of that stuffy building, but the ease of volume was so much better on her. Looking around the backyard, she could see various activities going on. Actually, it was almost overwhelming, like watching a play with far too much happening. They say that when you lose one sense, the others become stronger - and her eyes definitely seemed to be following suit. It was a blessing and a curse.

She happened to catch sight of a couple of people snorting and was admittedly taken aback. Although she lived on the west side, she was fairly sheltered. The most she was used to seeing was alcohol/moonshine, weed, and drug deals. It was an... interesting sight to say the least. As her eyes continued scanning, she spotted Valor and a smile instantly lit her face. It wasn't that she didn't expect to see him here (although she told her father otherwise) - social gatherings were hubs for his "business" - she was just happy to spot him. She moved closer, but didn't approach yet; she noticed him in the middle of a deal and knew better than to interrupt. So, she waited until things seemed to clear up a bit then headed over, tapping his arm.

"Hey," she chimed. "How are sales going? As crowded as the party is, you should be banking."
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[Aio]

Asem Inju Madiev​

Asem stepped back as she chuckled at his response. "The Brice Tang? Wow east siders are weird with names than I thought." She joked, although she did find it funny on how he refered to himself as The Brice Tang. Not Brice, or Brice Tang but The Brice Tang. East siders were more about titles that she thought. She wondered of what significance placing the The in front of his name held, but east siders were often touchy about their status so she didn't ask. Rolling her eyes about his comment of getting drinks. Could he not have worded it differently? Asem thought, shrugging her shoulders as she spoke. "Please do." A small smirk appearing on her lips before following him inside.

She honestly didn't know what she was doing. Asem knew she shouldn't even be talking to a east sider, but it was a party and she was drunk so who would care or even remember. The man before her intrigued her enough to follow, wanting to see what more he had to offer. Although that was only a small part in her following him, if she was to be rather blunt she cared more for the booze than the conversation that came with it.

Coming to the kitchen Asem's eyes grew wide as the island in the middle of the room was filled with everything imaginable. She couldn't say she wasn't impressed with the layout, circling around the island to grab herself a cup as she decided what she should pour herself. "Any of this to your liking?" Asem asked as she looked over at Brice, a small smirk playing around on her lips. She thought to just try whatever he was pouring, although her palette was obviously not as refined as his, therefore she was unsure if she even care for it.

Aato