Realistic or Modern loudon university

[dirt]

weekend/party!!!

~loudon university~

chapter one

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Happy

OUTFIT: https://i.ibb.co/jZHD8L0/th-id-OIP.jpg

LOCATION: Dustin's Dorm

basics

MENTIONS:
KayCooper

INT:
Qwertycakes

tags

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tl;dr

ASHLEY PARK

yes I like you. I am afraid to say the stronger word

“Are you up yet?”

Ashley's voice filled the dorm of Dustin and Grey, freshly energised after a run. The door was pried open, and all she saw was her sleeping friend. Actually it was boyfriend now wasn't it? After a surprisingly insightful conversatin, he'd shockingly confessed his love for her, and things snowballed into an actual relationship. For years Ashley had pined for him, her affection hidden behind barbs and cruel jibes. But it was all a ruse. The truth of the matter was that all she had wanted was for Dustin to be with her. But now that she had gotten it, she was scared as hell.

It had taken all of the girl's power to not just backslide into her old reserved ways. To say that she was done with being vulnerable and she wanted to go back to the safe unemotional codependent state of their friendship. Surely there was some kind of out to being in her position. It was far too good for comfort. The butterflies in her stomach, and heart pounding out of her chest horrified her. The desire to jump into his arms, and proclaim to the world how much she loved him was just plain unnatural. It was downright euphoric, yet unsettling. It just wasn't right. Ashley had spent her whole life trying to run from feelings like this.

The feeling of complete attachment.

Her life had been set to prepare her to see past the glitz of romance. With her parent's own messy divorce, her own hopeless forays into the world of romance, and watching Dustin get his own heart broken time and time again. Love didn't come easily, and while she always knew it existed, what she found hard to believe was the trials and limitations that came with it were worth it. Dustin and her father were the only two people who she were sure loved her, and even then she found herself questioning it all the time. Her father had always been more of a friend who checked in every now and then, than an actual parental figure, and up until now she was certain Dustin had only kept her around for shits and giggles. Then again, if she were so above it all she wouldn't have followed her first crush to college. And she wouldn't still be visiting her father and his new family every summer. No, despite her best efforts, Ashley Park was never as above hopeless attachments as she claimed to be.

And now she doubted Dustin would move if she ever tried to push him away. She'd gone even further than before with him, relentlessly teasing him and any other girl who happened to catch his eye. Yes, a good amount of the time she would soften and it would be more like friendly banter than harsh mocking, but that didn't change the truth. Dustin was still stubborn as a rock. Even more stubborn in fact. It had been him who'd insisted repeatedly that Ashley not act so above things that genuinely made her happy, and encouraged her to share that she loved him. And so 6 years had passed, and the 13 year old with a crush was now a 19 year old visiting her boyfriend.

How had the time passed so quickly? More importantly, how had she gone so long without knowing Dustin's love?

Looking at Dustin's bed, the man still hadn't awoken. With a sigh, Ashley wandered over to a yet to be unpacked box, marked ''Ashley's Stuff.'' Since Ashley was a known hoarder, she'd begged Dustin to let her store some of her own clothes with his. Opening the box, she took out a few clothes, changing out of her sweaty workout outfit. She'd have preferred to shower, but the real stench was in her clothing, and she didn't need Awake Dustin teasing her about how stinky she got after exercise again. Besides, she really wanted to pretty herself up a little for her boyfriend. She'd have sooner died than admitted this to him though.

Then, she made her way over to her boyfriend's bed. With an evil grin, she gently sat on it, slowly creeping over to sleeping Dustin in a crawl position. Barely concealing a giggle, she began to poke the sleeping figure.

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up” Ashley whispered, though much to her dismay Dustin wasn't moving. Her hands resting on his shoulders, she began to shake him, positioning herself in a sort of straddling position so she could look directly into his eyes. “Wake up!“ And then he awoke. Sure of his confusion, Ash snickered wickedly. “You said I could come over last night, Dipshit!”

Hey, old habits died hard. And who said you couldn't call your boyfriend Dipshit?

code by valen t.

 

[KayCooper]

MOOD: Happy

OUTFIT: https://i.ibb.co/jZHD8L0/th-id-OIP.jpg

LOCATION: Dustin's Dorm

basics

MENTIONS:
KayCooper

INT:
Qwertycakes

tags

TL;DR Sed fermentum tortor nulla, vel sodales nibh bibendum eu. Maecenas a lacus a libero blandit commodo. In lobortis aliquam urna, id tempor ex semper at

tl;dr

ASHLEY PARK

yes I like you. I am afraid to say the stronger word

“Are you up yet?”

Ashley's voice filled the dorm of Dustin and Grey, freshly energised after a run. The door was pried open, and all she saw was her sleeping friend. Actually it was boyfriend now wasn't it? After a surprisingly insightful conversatin, he'd shockingly confessed his love for her, and things snowballed into an actual relationship. For years Ashley had pined for him, her affection hidden behind barbs and cruel jibes. But it was all a ruse. The truth of the matter was that all she had wanted was for Dustin to be with her. But now that she had gotten it, she was scared as hell.

It had taken all of the girl's power to not just backslide into her old reserved ways. To say that she was done with being vulnerable and she wanted to go back to the safe unemotional codependent state of their friendship. Surely there was some kind of out to being in her position. It was far too good for comfort. The butterflies in her stomach, and heart pounding out of her chest horrified her. The desire to jump into his arms, and proclaim to the world how much she loved him was just plain unnatural. It was downright euphoric, yet unsettling. It just wasn't right. Ashley had spent her whole life trying to run from feelings like this.

The feeling of complete attachment.

Her life had been set to prepare her to see past the glitz of romance. With her parent's own messy divorce, her own hopeless forays into the world of romance, and watching Dustin get his own heart broken time and time again. Love didn't come easily, and while she always knew it existed, what she found hard to believe was the trials and limitations that came with it were worth it. Dustin and her father were the only two people who she were sure loved her, and even then she found herself questioning it all the time. Her father had always been more of a friend who checked in every now and then, than an actual parental figure, and up until now she was certain Dustin had only kept her around for shits and giggles. Then again, if she were so above it all she wouldn't have followed her first crush to college. And she wouldn't still be visiting her father and his new family every summer. No, despite her best efforts, Ashley Park was never as above hopeless attachments as she claimed to be.

And now she doubted Dustin would move if she ever tried to push him away. She'd gone even further than before with him, relentlessly teasing him and any other girl who happened to catch his eye. Yes, a good amount of the time she would soften and it would be more like friendly banter than harsh mocking, but that didn't change the truth. Dustin was still stubborn as a rock. Even more stubborn in fact. It had been him who'd insisted repeatedly that Ashley not act so above things that genuinely made her happy, and encouraged her to share that she loved him. And so 6 years had passed, and the 13 year old with a crush was now a 19 year old visiting her boyfriend.

How had the time passed so quickly? More importantly, how had she gone so long without knowing Dustin's love?

Looking at Dustin's bed, the man still hadn't awoken. With a sigh, Ashley wandered over to a yet to be unpacked box, marked ''Ashley's Stuff.'' Since Ashley was a known hoarder, she'd begged Dustin to let her store some of her own clothes with his. Opening the box, she took out a few clothes, changing out of her sweaty workout outfit. She'd have preferred to shower, but the real stench was in her clothing, and she didn't need Awake Dustin teasing her about how stinky she got after exercise again. Besides, she really wanted to pretty herself up a little for her boyfriend. She'd have sooner died than admitted this to him though.

Then, she made her way over to her boyfriend's bed. With an evil grin, she gently sat on it, slowly creeping over to sleeping Dustin in a crawl position. Barely concealing a giggle, she began to poke the sleeping figure.

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up” Ashley whispered, though much to her dismay Dustin wasn't moving. Her hands resting on his shoulders, she began to shake him, positioning herself in a sort of straddling position so she could look directly into his eyes. “Wake up!“ And then he awoke. Sure of his confusion, Ash snickered wickedly. “You said I could come over last night, Dipshit!”

Hey, old habits died hard. And who said you couldn't call your boyfriend Dipshit?

code by valen t.

Grey woke to the sound of the door being opened, followed by the familiar voice of his roommate's girlfriend shouting in the room adjoined to his own. Peeling his eyes open reluctantly, he glanced over at the clock beside his bed and felt a moan fall from his lips. 10 Am. Not early by most people's standards, but those people didn't work until four am, stagger home by five, and then drink themselves to sleep. Sitting up in bed when voices continued to ring out from the room beside his own, he snagged onto a bottle of water beside his bed and drained it of its contents before dragging himself to his feet. Slipping into the bathroom undetected by the other occupants of the small dorm space, he caught sight of himself and let out a disappointed moan. Apparently past him hadn't thought it would be smart to take a shower before going to bed, which meant that he had eyeliner smeared across his face, and his bed was now most certainly coated in body glitter. Between that, and the fact his always unruly hair had transformed into a rats nest on top of his head, he was already hating how this morning was turning out.
A quick shower turned quickly into a soak, trying to rid himself of the hangover that left his head throbbing and his stomach rolling painfully. He conditioned his unruly mop of hair, and managed to comb out most of the knots before the water started to turn cold. Slipping out of the shower, he toweled himself off, finished detangling his hair, and threw on a pair of sweatpants. Satisfied that he at least looked like a human now, he moved into the communal space and knocked on the doorframe of Dustin's very open door, disrupting whatever nonsense they were getting themselves into.

"Morning Ashley, Dustin," He grinned, pulling his hair up into a bun as he spoke. "You two going to Bel's party tonight?"

 

[KayCooper]

Party Thread!​

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Bel was thrilled. The weekend before school started, and he was completely moved into his new dorm room. His new roommates were already two of his favorite people in the world and had graciously agreed to allow him to throw a party to celebrate the start of the new school year. Bel had invited as many people as he could think of, though he wasn't sure exactly how many people would choose to attend. Decorating his new dorm room with some fun lights, setting out snacks, pizza, and drinks that he'd purchased in anticipation for the party ahead, he determined that the space was ready for company. He wasn't entirely sure what sort of music was popular, but fortunately, Eri and Jared had jumped in to help him with the music selection. Music, food, and plenty of booze, he had every intention of partying hard enough to not remember what happened when he woke up the next morning.
Finishing up his setup, he grinned over at his roommates and bounced around the room, finishing the final touches.
"You guys invited people too yeah?" He asked, plucking an open bottle of Kirschbier from the counter and taking a sip with a hum. "Don't look so nervous, Jared~ I promise we'll behave," He grinned at his much quieter roommate while handing an eager looking Eri a beer of his own.
He didn't get much of a chance to listen to their response before there was a knock at the door, beaming, he rushed forward, pulling it open to reveal Grey's smiling face, dragging a rather sheepish looking Lukas behind him.
"I brought a friend!" Grey smiled, dragging Lukas inside and waving at Bel's roommates. "Hey guys! Ready to get the party started?" He asked happily, "Robin and the other should be here soon!"

 

[AceTheLizardKing]

name

Eri Watson

mood

Ecstatic

outfit

Pastel Pink Tanktop, Baggy Jeans, White Combat Boots

location

Home/Bel's Party

interactions

Bel and Jared

mentions

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tags

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tl;dr

It's Time to PARTY!!!

Ever since Bel had mentioned the party, Eri had been a ball of overabundant, ADHD style energy. He'd talked nonstop about how to decorate, what he'd wear, what alcohol they needed to get, what snacks were the best party snacks. On and on he'd babbled at the expense of Bel and Jared's poor ears, though both boys had seemed happy enough to let him plan. And re-plan. He had hardly been able to sleep that night, nearly too excited to contain as he'd tossed and turned on his bed.

His life as a good little Catholic boy seemed so far away, a distant dream as opposed to his once all too real reality. If only his father could see his defiance of the church now. Alcohol, over indulgence, maybe sex. How hard would it be to have someone score something a little more... fun to take? Brain spinning a thousand miles a minute, he jumped when a dark green bottle was shoved in front of his face and Bel's accented voice washed over him, drawing him from his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh! Uh... Invited people?" He blinked in confusion. Had he invited people? He was pretty sure people knew of the party at least, even if he hadn't explicitly invited anyone. They'd talked in the group chat a bit at least... He pouted, eyebrows furrowed as he drank the sweet cherry beer Bel had offered him before. What if people didn't show up? Was their first party doomed to failure before it had ever had a chance to really start?

It was funny. He never would have dreamed of doing something like this before his excommunication. His idea of a party back then was sleeping over at the church with a few of the other kids, watching movies with ratings no higher than PG and drinking nothing harder than lemonade. This was a time before tattoos, before embracing his preference for men, before realizing religion, at least religion that put God on top, was absolute horseshit....

"Oh! Bel!" He said, mind snapping away from his runaway thoughts once more as he remembered something he'd been meaning to ask. "Do you have the key to lock the bedrooms? I don't want anyone fucking on my bed. That's where I sleep. I don't want anyone's bodily fluids spurting, oozing, shooting or otherwise leaking on my bed... Unless I am the on initiating or participating in the spurting, oozing, shooting or leaking of bodily fluids." He announced, making a face. If Jared or Bel wanted people to fuck on there beds? That was on them.

"Also...." He broke off, ice blue eyes flying wide with excitement. Someone was there. "Grey! And Grey's friend! Fuck yeah not a party of three!" He cheered, relieved that at least their party wouldn't be guestless.

Who said angels can't party?

code by valen t.

name

Ace Chandler

mood

Tense

outfit

Dark Grey Hoodie, Ripped Jeans, Checkered Vans

location

Bel's Party

interactions

TBD

mentions

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tags

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tl;dr

Ace is Anxious™

How had Grey convinced him to come to this stupid party? Ace glared with a mixture of anxiety and defiance at the lit windows of the flat he stood in front of. The music was so loud he could hear the thundering bass throb dully even from where he stood on the street. A menthol cigarettes was jammed between his teeth, half smoked as he shifted from one foot to the other, still not entirely decided on whether he was actually going to try and go inside. He knew these people. Or at least, he knew some of them. Grey, and.... and Mel if she went? Jed, too. It wasn't as though he was rocketing head first into mandatory interactions with strangers.

And yet, isn't that exactly what he'd signed up for? Grey had insisted he come because he wanted to introduce him to another "sad, angry boy". Whatever the fuck that meant. He wasn't sad and angry. Ok, that was a lie. He was sad. Depression had settled deeply like a thick, weighted blanket too heavy for him to kick off. His shoulder had only deteriorated with each passing year to the point he now didn't leave his apartment without a brace to help keep it immobilized. He'd fallen into drinking heavily, usually alone. His dependency on alcohol was so bad, he couldn't sleep without it, and he'd gone from smoking a menthol or two a day, to chain smoking through half a pack or more, at least on days where the pain in his shoulder was unbearable.

He was a mess. So why the hell was he here? He didn't need to subject any of these people, strangers, acquaintances, or, he supposed, friends in the case of Grey, to his black moods. The only thing that had given him reason to smile recently, was the promise of a new tattoo. Soon. Not that he had much space left to decorate his body anymore. Coming from a guy with severe touch aversion, the canvas that was his skin could only tolerate a very specific set of hands. But Zack was particularly difficult to get ahold of, even more so since he'd moved to the US for the semester. He tried not to be annoyed by that fact.

Sighing to himself, he flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and crushed the filter beneath his foot with a grumble before pulling his hood up over his head and trudging up the steps. At least Grey had been there for him in the past few weeks. The bubbly stripper had stayed with him for a few nights to keep him sane over the anniversary of his mother's death which, not by any small coincidence, coincided with the anniversary of running away, though the events had been separated by nearly a decade. Bless his glitter covered, self-destructive soul. At least they could self-destruct together.

It was only because he owed his friend that he didn't allow himself to stop in the lobby, nor to hesitate on the stairs as he climbed slowly toward his doom. He stopped in front of the door, skin crawling and teeth clenched, already itching for another menthol to quell his nerves. Grey better already be there, otherwise he couldn't promise he wouldn't find a way to antagonize Bel enough come to blows. There was something about the arrogant Dutchman that pissed him right the hell off.

The thought of a fight almost cheered him up as he knocked on the door and waited. Would anyone inside even be able to hear him over the obnoxiously loud music?

Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

code by valen t.

 

[astronomer]

Mel wasn’t sure what to think as she hesitantly approached the dorm building that Bel’s party would be in. She’d never met him in person, but knew some people from camp a few years ago. Anxiously scratching at her hands, she took a deep breath of the cooling air and entered the building.

She shuffled down the hall, looking for the right room number, when she finally gave up and followed the sound of music and people. She could hear a few voices, so at least she wouldn’t be the first one there.

As she looked, she began to regret showing up at all. What was she going to do for fun, when everyone else was going to be blackout drunk and she didn’t even drink? What if nobody she knew would even be there, and she stood like a loner in a corner the whole time?

Mel began to look around more frantically, before noticing someone she recognized from camp and social media. It was Ace, someone she remembered wanting to be friends with from camp. She felt a little less nervous after seeing a familiar face and clenched her hands at her sides to keep from fidgeting more.

“You here for Bel’s party too?” She asked with a nervous smile, coming to stand beside him at the door.