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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
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izayoiix
cяч мε α яıνεя
erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
Jaylen Simmons
Her day had been filled with going over designs and tattooing a bunch of different people. Some come to touch up on one of their older ones to finish up on the ones she’d started. Depending on the type it could take up to two days or more to finish. When it was time for her to head home Jaylen cleaned up her area and put her tools away. Aftering saying goodbye to her coworkers she headed out. A few days prior she had been told that their was some type of East Side party taking place. Normally Jaylen wouldn’t care but her mind had been change when her customer informed her that it was supposedly for West siders as well. Who was Jaylen to turn down free food and alcohol?
Arriving home Jaylen was greeted by noise as usual. Her family was large so it was never quiet or empty. She greeted her siblings as she made her way up to her room. Her parents were at work like usual. Taking care of so many kids meant that spending time with them wasn’t common. Jaylen went to her room to get dressed for the party. Throughout She was interrupted by nosy siblings asking where she was going. Jaylen only rolled her eyes and told them to get out. Once she was all done Jay let her blonde box braids hang loosely and left.
The party was alright when she arrived. It wasn’t as lit as it could have been but with more of the west arriving she was sure that it’d change soon. Jaylen could already see people drunk off their asses and some doing drugs in what they thought was a discreet way. She smirked as the looked, and to think that they believed themselves better.
Jaylen walked into the living room and headed straight for the alcohol. She grabbed a Jamaican Me Happy, deciding to start off with something light. Jaylen ignored the stares that she recieved. She was most likely her tattoo and state of dress but she didn’t give a damn. Jaylen took pride in her tattoos and her general appearance.
Arriving home Jaylen was greeted by noise as usual. Her family was large so it was never quiet or empty. She greeted her siblings as she made her way up to her room. Her parents were at work like usual. Taking care of so many kids meant that spending time with them wasn’t common. Jaylen went to her room to get dressed for the party. Throughout She was interrupted by nosy siblings asking where she was going. Jaylen only rolled her eyes and told them to get out. Once she was all done Jay let her blonde box braids hang loosely and left.
The party was alright when she arrived. It wasn’t as lit as it could have been but with more of the west arriving she was sure that it’d change soon. Jaylen could already see people drunk off their asses and some doing drugs in what they thought was a discreet way. She smirked as the looked, and to think that they believed themselves better.
Jaylen walked into the living room and headed straight for the alcohol. She grabbed a Jamaican Me Happy, deciding to start off with something light. Jaylen ignored the stares that she recieved. She was most likely her tattoo and state of dress but she didn’t give a damn. Jaylen took pride in her tattoos and her general appearance.
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Misty Gray
Pessimisty
Nathan Scott Goldsmith
Nathan had intended on showing up to the house party once it was in full swing, but his sister wanted to go early and their father was being stubborn about her not going there alone. Deciding to let Natasha have her way and to shut their father up, Nathan offered to drive his sister to the party with him. That did mean he would have to show up earlier than intended.Nathan parked his black sports car up in a safe place near the party house and when he turned the engine off, Natasha asked him if he was really going to 'babysit' her like their dad had requested. "Don't be stupid, Nat. We're both old enough to look after ourselves and I'm not hanging around while you talk to your friends about boys," he playfully told her. "All I ask is that you come find me if anyone gives you trouble, alright?" he told her, the genuine concern evident in his voice. Once she'd agreed, Nathan let his sister go to the party ahead of him. He checked his text messages to find most of his friends hadn't arrived yet, as expected. That was why he had intended on arriving later.
Nathan eventually got out of his car and headed towards the house, glancing around to see if he recognised anyone. Or, even if he noticed any strangers he would care to get to know. He noticed his friend, Eddie, had arrived, but the guy was already trying to work his charms on a pretty brunette and Nathan wasn't about to interrupt that. Instead, he headed inside and went straight to the bar to grab a beer. He noticed Britta was already there and he sent her a brief wave in acknowledgement. They were now pretty civil with each other since their break up, but there was still an iciness to their friendship. Considering how messy things ended, they'd come a long way to be as civil as they were now. With that in mind, Nathan added a quick smile to his greeting.
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(Britta)
A.n.e...2099
It’s just me
Kenny spent time on her outfit for the party, it took her about three hours. She didn't want to be slutty, and she didn't want to look too uptight. She ended up wearing a soft blush shirt with a beige cardigan, and some denim shorts. "Ken, can you hurry up? I've been waiting for like ever!" her brother Tj said being dramatic, as he usually is. She turned to the door where he was leaning against. His face changed, and the joking faded. "you're not wearing that." he said in a serious tone. "Why not?" Kenny said crossing her arms.
After they argued about her outfit, Kenny finally got Tj to get over what she was wearing. As they walked out of their house towards the car their mother called out to them. Turning to face her, Kenny smiled softly at her mother. "Ken, you sure you're ready for this?" she said with worry in her voice. "Mom, she will be fine." Tj said draping his arm around his sister. "She has her big brother with her" He smiled goofily. Ken jabbed him on his side. "You're only two minuets older!" she complained. "And They were the best two minutes of my life." Their mother let out a chuckle. "Okay you two, have fun. No drinking and Don't stay out too late." She added giving them both a hug.
Pulling into the party their are already a lot of people here. The music can be heard from outside of the house. Nervousness filled Kenny, she exhaled and got out of the car. Walking toward the front door Tj stops her. "Okay, don't take any drinks from anyone, don't smoke anything, and don't talk to guys." He looked at his sister with a serious face. "Tj I'm not an idiot" she places her hands on her hips. They may be twins but they don't favor each other too much. Kenny gets her looks from her mother, where Tj looks like their father. "Yeah, I know." he takes deep breath, then adds "I will introduce you to some of my friends but don't follow me around, I got some girls I'm interested in." With that they walked into the party.
After they argued about her outfit, Kenny finally got Tj to get over what she was wearing. As they walked out of their house towards the car their mother called out to them. Turning to face her, Kenny smiled softly at her mother. "Ken, you sure you're ready for this?" she said with worry in her voice. "Mom, she will be fine." Tj said draping his arm around his sister. "She has her big brother with her" He smiled goofily. Ken jabbed him on his side. "You're only two minuets older!" she complained. "And They were the best two minutes of my life." Their mother let out a chuckle. "Okay you two, have fun. No drinking and Don't stay out too late." She added giving them both a hug.
Pulling into the party their are already a lot of people here. The music can be heard from outside of the house. Nervousness filled Kenny, she exhaled and got out of the car. Walking toward the front door Tj stops her. "Okay, don't take any drinks from anyone, don't smoke anything, and don't talk to guys." He looked at his sister with a serious face. "Tj I'm not an idiot" she places her hands on her hips. They may be twins but they don't favor each other too much. Kenny gets her looks from her mother, where Tj looks like their father. "Yeah, I know." he takes deep breath, then adds "I will introduce you to some of my friends but don't follow me around, I got some girls I'm interested in." With that they walked into the party.
Paravine
was Acexcross
"Did you fall from heaven because da-yum." Those were the first words Mirelle hears upon waltzing her way into the house. Loud music blared out popular songs on the radio, people danced, some humped while others tried their pick up lines. Much like the idiot in front her of now.
Mirelle gave the drunk a strained smile as his friends hooted and hollered, trying to push through to her destination. She was here for business only, not to mingle with the rest of the crowd. It was hot, cramped, and sweaty all at the same time. Who would've known such a big place can be so packed?
"I hope there's a fireman around cuz you're smoking hot." The same guy slurred, giving her a somewhat crappy wink. She grimaced at the sight. Lord knows he failed miserably to sway her; he was swaying himself. Having enough, the blonde slithered up to him, her mouth a mere inch from his ears. The drunk smirked, thinking he had gotten far with in advances with her, but was deeply disappointed by her next choice of words, "I hope there's a mental institute around because you're insane." Mirelle stepped back, giving him a sickly sweet smile as he took those words in.
As if it finally registered, his eyes narrowed, a scowl plastered on his face. "You bi-" he started but was humiliatingly cut off as she gave him a glare. "Tony Sanders, 20 years, stayed back two grades. You wouldn't want your mother finding out you were playing hooky instead of studying do you?" Leaving him hanging, Mirelle moved forward in search of her target. She needn't worry Tony would tell on her; the guy could barely remember his own name after drinking, let alone her face. Besides, there were a bunch of other blondes around here. Everyone knows Mirelle Locke couldn't possibly tell someone to f/ck off.
She spotted her mark walking outside and the corners of her mouth quirked up, trailing him as he made his way to another fellow. Ryan wasn't much to look at as he held a red cup of beer in one hand and a bag of drugs in the other, but she cared for neither of those at the moment. Ryan took something precious to her, only returning it when the item broke, and now, he was going to pay the price of that.
Quickly but steadily, the teen took out her phone and snapped a couple pictures of the drug transaction as she sat on the patio swing. Sometimes her light would flash and Mirelle would swiftly hide it before anyone noticed. She saw Ryan walk back and pushed herself up from the swing in an attempt to get to him, but sadly, she hadn't been swift enough as he maneuvered his way between the crowds, a place Mirelle vowed not to go into because of all the people.
Mentally cursing in her mind, Mirelle turned to leave, seeing as her business was done and she'd have other chances to get him. Without acknowledging what was in front of her, her face hit someone else's chest. She stumbled back, holding her nose. She heard him curse and look up to find a boy in glasses - someone she did not recognize. It was a first for Mirelle and that thought irked her. She had to know everything about everyone and she wasn't about to let this one slip just yet. "Oww.. that hurts," she faked her pain, rubbing the spot on her nose.
Mirelle gave the drunk a strained smile as his friends hooted and hollered, trying to push through to her destination. She was here for business only, not to mingle with the rest of the crowd. It was hot, cramped, and sweaty all at the same time. Who would've known such a big place can be so packed?
"I hope there's a fireman around cuz you're smoking hot." The same guy slurred, giving her a somewhat crappy wink. She grimaced at the sight. Lord knows he failed miserably to sway her; he was swaying himself. Having enough, the blonde slithered up to him, her mouth a mere inch from his ears. The drunk smirked, thinking he had gotten far with in advances with her, but was deeply disappointed by her next choice of words, "I hope there's a mental institute around because you're insane." Mirelle stepped back, giving him a sickly sweet smile as he took those words in.
As if it finally registered, his eyes narrowed, a scowl plastered on his face. "You bi-" he started but was humiliatingly cut off as she gave him a glare. "Tony Sanders, 20 years, stayed back two grades. You wouldn't want your mother finding out you were playing hooky instead of studying do you?" Leaving him hanging, Mirelle moved forward in search of her target. She needn't worry Tony would tell on her; the guy could barely remember his own name after drinking, let alone her face. Besides, there were a bunch of other blondes around here. Everyone knows Mirelle Locke couldn't possibly tell someone to f/ck off.
She spotted her mark walking outside and the corners of her mouth quirked up, trailing him as he made his way to another fellow. Ryan wasn't much to look at as he held a red cup of beer in one hand and a bag of drugs in the other, but she cared for neither of those at the moment. Ryan took something precious to her, only returning it when the item broke, and now, he was going to pay the price of that.
Quickly but steadily, the teen took out her phone and snapped a couple pictures of the drug transaction as she sat on the patio swing. Sometimes her light would flash and Mirelle would swiftly hide it before anyone noticed. She saw Ryan walk back and pushed herself up from the swing in an attempt to get to him, but sadly, she hadn't been swift enough as he maneuvered his way between the crowds, a place Mirelle vowed not to go into because of all the people.
Mentally cursing in her mind, Mirelle turned to leave, seeing as her business was done and she'd have other chances to get him. Without acknowledging what was in front of her, her face hit someone else's chest. She stumbled back, holding her nose. She heard him curse and look up to find a boy in glasses - someone she did not recognize. It was a first for Mirelle and that thought irked her. She had to know everything about everyone and she wasn't about to let this one slip just yet. "Oww.. that hurts," she faked her pain, rubbing the spot on her nose.
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Akin to a Fool
Tanner Akando
This wasn’t how he thought this night would go. Holding back the hair of a puking drunk girl. Whoopie. He gagged and held his nose as another wave hit. He pulled his shirt over his nose and flushed the toilet for her as she cried against the side of the toilet.
The worst part was, he didn’t even know who this girl was. All he had wanted was to wash his hands and sleeve after someone had bumped into him and spilled his drink, but he had found her in the stairwell sobbing her eyes out. Luckily, he had noticed that she was about to throw up before she did and rushed her to the bathroom. Which had led to the last fifteen minutes of listening to her barf her brains out while he held her hair. Glamorous was the word alright.
“-and all my friends hate me because some b:tch said I slept with Tommy.” He had really tried to understand her drunk babbling between throwing up, but it was all just popular girl problems and he truly couldn’t care any less. “Uh huh. Take a sip of water now.” He said quietly, holding the little paper cup to her lips. She took a tiny sip before she started dry heaving. He gagged again, closing his eyes tightly so he could at least attempt to think about something else. “How much alcohol did you have?” He groaned, setting the cup of water down so he could secure his shirt over his nose. She just sobbed.
It’s true, he wasn’t a big fan of crowded parties with drugs and drunk people, but he had hoped to a least meet some cute people or enjoy the music and snacks. Unfortunately, he probably wouldn’t be able to bring himself to eat much of anything after this. “I think I’m done.” She said, wiping her nose and mouth with her sleeve. He made a face and quickly handed her a wad of tissue. “We should probably get you home.” He said reluctantly, listening to the strong feeling that said she would probably go back to drinking if he didn’t. She opened her mouth to protest and promptly vomited, barely making it into the toilet. He gagged again. This was his life now.
The worst part was, he didn’t even know who this girl was. All he had wanted was to wash his hands and sleeve after someone had bumped into him and spilled his drink, but he had found her in the stairwell sobbing her eyes out. Luckily, he had noticed that she was about to throw up before she did and rushed her to the bathroom. Which had led to the last fifteen minutes of listening to her barf her brains out while he held her hair. Glamorous was the word alright.
“-and all my friends hate me because some b:tch said I slept with Tommy.” He had really tried to understand her drunk babbling between throwing up, but it was all just popular girl problems and he truly couldn’t care any less. “Uh huh. Take a sip of water now.” He said quietly, holding the little paper cup to her lips. She took a tiny sip before she started dry heaving. He gagged again, closing his eyes tightly so he could at least attempt to think about something else. “How much alcohol did you have?” He groaned, setting the cup of water down so he could secure his shirt over his nose. She just sobbed.
It’s true, he wasn’t a big fan of crowded parties with drugs and drunk people, but he had hoped to a least meet some cute people or enjoy the music and snacks. Unfortunately, he probably wouldn’t be able to bring himself to eat much of anything after this. “I think I’m done.” She said, wiping her nose and mouth with her sleeve. He made a face and quickly handed her a wad of tissue. “We should probably get you home.” He said reluctantly, listening to the strong feeling that said she would probably go back to drinking if he didn’t. She opened her mouth to protest and promptly vomited, barely making it into the toilet. He gagged again. This was his life now.
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◌ 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝘀 ◌
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[/div][/div] [div class=border][div class=opacitybg][/div] [div class=box]Vanna may have been more on the outgoing side of life, but she was not planning to go to the party. A few West Side students asked her about it and upon hearing her answer, they tried to persuade her by saying how "wild" and "crazy" it was going to be. But she didn't even care about that - she would have much rather been playing her drums or hanging out with her brother and sister. But, as always, her mother encouraged her to have a good time without her siblings - or her drumset.
"You should go. You never know who'll be there," the soft-spoken woman said, her voice barely understandable due to her very strong accent. However, Vanna could understand her quite clearly and sighed a bit, simply giving in to her mother's wish. "Okay, I'll go," the girl said, despite knowing that the party would be filled with drunks, druggies, and the general rebels of the West Side. Sure, she liked her friends at the school (before it burned down), but she saw no pleasure in getting drunk. Maybe getting high, but not drunk. And people on the West Side were pretty wild - sometimes a little too wild. Hopefully, some of those friends would be at the party.
And so Vanna drove to the party in her mother's 90's Chevrolet truck, wearing a casual, somewhat Tumblr-esque outfit that she literally bought from the nearby thrift store. It was all she could really afford at this point with whatever money she earned from working as a babysitter, which was definitely not enough. She was, in fact, looking for a better job, as her mother needed the help. She thought of getting a job on the East Side, maybe as a hostess or something like that. Of course, Vanna was looking on to bigger and better things - she would go to college and become a professional, a therapist.
But how did any of this relate to the party? It didn't, and Vanna simply shrugged off her unimportant thoughts. She arrived at the party and admired the outside of the mansion for just a moment before walking inside. Immediately, she noticed the swarm of people and the loudness of both the voices and the music. She arrived later than many of the West Siders, who were already smoking, drinking, and taking LSDs, giggling uncontrollably and shouting and some nearly falling from their drunkenness. There was no one she noticed yet, though she did notice a few East Siders who looked disapprovingly at the West Siders.
'Well shit, the West kids got here pretty quick,' she thought as she went to the area with the drinks and snacks. Vanna contently munched on a few nachos while looking around for some more noticeable faces.[/div][/div][/div][/div]
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[/div][/div] [div class=border][div class=opacitybg][/div] [div class=box]Vanna may have been more on the outgoing side of life, but she was not planning to go to the party. A few West Side students asked her about it and upon hearing her answer, they tried to persuade her by saying how "wild" and "crazy" it was going to be. But she didn't even care about that - she would have much rather been playing her drums or hanging out with her brother and sister. But, as always, her mother encouraged her to have a good time without her siblings - or her drumset.
"You should go. You never know who'll be there," the soft-spoken woman said, her voice barely understandable due to her very strong accent. However, Vanna could understand her quite clearly and sighed a bit, simply giving in to her mother's wish. "Okay, I'll go," the girl said, despite knowing that the party would be filled with drunks, druggies, and the general rebels of the West Side. Sure, she liked her friends at the school (before it burned down), but she saw no pleasure in getting drunk. Maybe getting high, but not drunk. And people on the West Side were pretty wild - sometimes a little too wild. Hopefully, some of those friends would be at the party.
And so Vanna drove to the party in her mother's 90's Chevrolet truck, wearing a casual, somewhat Tumblr-esque outfit that she literally bought from the nearby thrift store. It was all she could really afford at this point with whatever money she earned from working as a babysitter, which was definitely not enough. She was, in fact, looking for a better job, as her mother needed the help. She thought of getting a job on the East Side, maybe as a hostess or something like that. Of course, Vanna was looking on to bigger and better things - she would go to college and become a professional, a therapist.
But how did any of this relate to the party? It didn't, and Vanna simply shrugged off her unimportant thoughts. She arrived at the party and admired the outside of the mansion for just a moment before walking inside. Immediately, she noticed the swarm of people and the loudness of both the voices and the music. She arrived later than many of the West Siders, who were already smoking, drinking, and taking LSDs, giggling uncontrollably and shouting and some nearly falling from their drunkenness. There was no one she noticed yet, though she did notice a few East Siders who looked disapprovingly at the West Siders.
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Rosa "Remy" Parker Menendez
late afternoon/night
@ Eastside party
@ Eastside party
Rose Menendez had arrived at the party only moments after it officialy started and so had been at the party for a fair few hours. Her driver had dropped her off nice and early; a request from her father, who believed she was going to a "study night at her friend's house." He was easy to fool when it came to staying in their part of town, and much harder to convince when not. Her driver, Eric [who's name did not match his face], wouldn't snitch and lose his extra pay. As long as the party didn't get out of hand Manuel, wouldn't find out, and his little angel wouldn't get another lecture on responsibility and maturity. As of a couple of minutes ago, she had her first drink.
As far as she cared, 18 was her legal drinking age. She didn't drink excessively, and never enough to fall on her face. Rose was responsible still. Anything to avoid ruining her clean record. Her current position by the bonfire illuminated her alluring features, and warmed her gently. Her lips parted in a satisfied sigh after swallowing another swig of her beverage, taken by the crisp taste she hadn't known for at least a week. Rose turned to the girl beside her. She was a friend of her's and was hosting the party. They had been in light conversation since she got her drink, much to Rose's liking. Regardless of who hosted the party, she made sure to talk even briefly with them unless she really couldn't help it, to know their status or their family. She guessed she was like her father in that way; continuously gathering information, networking. Rose knew it was deceitful but she'd never stop. 'Now that, is interesting~.' 'I know right! Oh- crap. I've got to take this call Rose, talk later?' With a nod, smile and wave, Rose bid the girl goodbye, and turned on the spot in the direction of the snacks. 'Come to mama~.' Her eyes raked over the assortment of glorious snacks for a couple moments before she filled a plate with crisp wafers and the best meats money could buy. Simple, but enough to fill her up and manage her alcohol levels. Rose made her way back towards the bonfire with a smile on her face. In the wind, her her fanned off of her face and over her shoulder. She spotted a free chair, on the grass and while balancing her food and drink, made a b-line for the comfy looking reclinable chair.
That is, until a boy went smack bang into her, and spilled her food and drink on the floor before her. "Shit. Sorry, Mami~" Rose scowled up at the boy as he walked away, with little care for the state he's left her in. "Puta!," she shouted at his back, causing onlookers to laugh at the males reaction. With another groan, she shook her head and collected the waste of food from the floor quickly, already easing herself back into a calm state. She was well aware unless someone was going to get hurt, she couldn't do anything, and no-one was getting hurt tonight, at least, by her hand. Now muttering under her breath, she made a b-line for the bin, and then for the back door. If she didn't wash out her jeans now, she may as well have bought it second hand. Rose was in a rush as she made her way through the house, uttering honest sorry's to the people she shoved aside.
It wasn't long before she made it to the first bathroom she found. Well, technically the second, the first one was very much occupied. She began to open the unlocked door, still muttering nothings, only to find it also occupied. "I'm-so sorry-" It hadn't been what she expected however, and the girl took a double take of the situation. Immediately, her eyes furrowed, and she crept around the door to get a better look at the situation. "Is she okay?" She looked to the male helping the poor drunk for an answer, quite convinced they must have been together. "Do you guys need any help?" she inquired, uneased by the sickly state of the female at the toilet. It was times like this she didn't know why she attended these kinds of parties. People always got hurt, one way or another. Her voice didn't waver when she spoke, not in a situation like this one. A thought suddenly struck her, and she tilted her head with extra worry at the other girl. She knew her. "Oh crap. Beatrice?" She walked a little further into the bathroom to inspect her. She had seriously beaten herself up.
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Dreamer
Julian Montenegro
Jules sat on the bottom step of the porch, scrolling through his texts. He tapped a new one from Navy, who had been texting him ever since he left the house. She was hiding out in her room, avoiding the guy their mom brought home, part of her 'work'. It was what drove him to go to the party in the first place. But now that he was here, he wished he went somewhere else.
The party was everything he hated all rolled into one. There were too many people bumping into him inside, no one giving him any space. Jules thought it was best for everyone if he removed himself before he decked someone. He pulled a matchstick from the box in his pocket, sending a quick text back to Navy, reminding her to keep her oxygen mask on in case their uninvited guest smoked.
It didn't help that he knew most of the people here wouldn't look twice at him in any other situation. It all just made him want to get up and leave, but where else would he go? Back home, just to start an argument? He glanced at some of his other texts, which had alerted him to there being a party earlier. Jules leaned back and took a quick look around. He was looking for someone who he would be willing to hang out with, who would hopefully make the time go by a little quicker.
The party was everything he hated all rolled into one. There were too many people bumping into him inside, no one giving him any space. Jules thought it was best for everyone if he removed himself before he decked someone. He pulled a matchstick from the box in his pocket, sending a quick text back to Navy, reminding her to keep her oxygen mask on in case their uninvited guest smoked.
It didn't help that he knew most of the people here wouldn't look twice at him in any other situation. It all just made him want to get up and leave, but where else would he go? Back home, just to start an argument? He glanced at some of his other texts, which had alerted him to there being a party earlier. Jules leaned back and took a quick look around. He was looking for someone who he would be willing to hang out with, who would hopefully make the time go by a little quicker.
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Mood: nervous
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Jaylen Simmons
Jaylen had yet to immerse herself in the party yet. She’d been approached by some East Siders. The same bunch who’d been eyeing her earlier. It came as no surprise to Jaylen when they asked about her tats. The conversation had been awkward, for the East Siders since Jaylen kept her answers short and she stared at them with what looked like anger or annoyance. Ah the disadvantages of possessing a naturally mean resting face. When they left Jaylen finished off her drink and got another, something stronger instead of the light wine cooler that she’d had before. Jaylen was taking a sip of her drink when she felt a hand slide along her waist. She frowned and whirled around, ready to curse someone out but paused when she noticed who it was. “Asshole, were so close to getting hurt.” She pointed at Brandon. The smile on her face showed that she wasn’t serious. “Hm not yet, maybe after I’ve had a few drinks in me I’ll start to have fun.”
“Or better yet if I have something else in me.” Jaylen gave Brandon a once over while smiling slyly. Brandon happened to be a regular client and an ex. The two of them got along well, which Jaylen was grateful for because he was pretty cool. Their breakup at been a mutual decision. Jaylen still enjoyed their flirty banter from time to time. “So how long have you been here?”
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Tanner Akando
Time. A funny thing, when one was in the mood to think about it. Slow, yet fast, an enemy and a friend. Yep. Hilarious. Tanner rubbed his forehead tiredly. If he had wanted to babysit, he could have just stayed home. Instead, he was being punished by the molasses-slow tick of time. There was even a clock on the wall that did truly seem to be ticking slower out of pure spite towards him. At this point the drunk girl was babbling complete nonesense mixed with sobs. He sank to the floor and crossed his legs, one hand still holding the girl’s hair in case she somehow still had something in her system, and his other hand propping his head up.
He could party with the best of them and his usual routines kept him up well into the early morning. Unfortunately, with nothing to do but sit in a rich person’s bathroom, listening to the muffled thumping of music, he was ready to take an impromptu nap.
Tanner’s head jerked up and he swiveled to look at whoever had just opened the door and then apologized. He opened his mouth to answer her question, then shrugged instead. “Probably. I’m sure she’s done this before.” He said, giving her a half-hearted grin. He shrugged again, a bit torn. Did he want to babysit and eventually have to take this girl to her house that was probably a mansion? Nope. But would he feel bad dumping her on someone else who just came here to have a good time? ....maybe.
“Oh, you know her? Sorry...” He couldn’t say what he was apologizing for, but he did it anyway. “I just found her like this on the stairs. She’s probably about done...” In mockery of his words, the drunk girl dry heaved into the toilet once. He gagged. Then he winced and sighed. “If you want to go, I can take her home. No creepy stuff, I promise.” He said with a light smile, eyes brightening slightly. “Although,” he frowned and looked at the slumped form of the girl, “I’m not sure she even remembers where she lives right now.” He bit his lip and looked up at not-Beatrice. He could honestly say he had never been in a situation like this before, so he didn’t have any particularly brilliant ideas on where to go from here.
“I’m Tanner, by the way.” He offered with a charming smile. Well, charming for a guy sitting on the bathroom floor.
He could party with the best of them and his usual routines kept him up well into the early morning. Unfortunately, with nothing to do but sit in a rich person’s bathroom, listening to the muffled thumping of music, he was ready to take an impromptu nap.
Tanner’s head jerked up and he swiveled to look at whoever had just opened the door and then apologized. He opened his mouth to answer her question, then shrugged instead. “Probably. I’m sure she’s done this before.” He said, giving her a half-hearted grin. He shrugged again, a bit torn. Did he want to babysit and eventually have to take this girl to her house that was probably a mansion? Nope. But would he feel bad dumping her on someone else who just came here to have a good time? ....maybe.
“Oh, you know her? Sorry...” He couldn’t say what he was apologizing for, but he did it anyway. “I just found her like this on the stairs. She’s probably about done...” In mockery of his words, the drunk girl dry heaved into the toilet once. He gagged. Then he winced and sighed. “If you want to go, I can take her home. No creepy stuff, I promise.” He said with a light smile, eyes brightening slightly. “Although,” he frowned and looked at the slumped form of the girl, “I’m not sure she even remembers where she lives right now.” He bit his lip and looked up at not-Beatrice. He could honestly say he had never been in a situation like this before, so he didn’t have any particularly brilliant ideas on where to go from here.
“I’m Tanner, by the way.” He offered with a charming smile. Well, charming for a guy sitting on the bathroom floor.
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Nickolas Black
Nick had been preparing for this party for a long time. Since it was an eastside party, he was always been involved in some planning ahead. It was still two hours before the party started when he jumped in the shower. It took Nick always some time to get ready for a party. While he was still under the shower the bell rang, it was the delivery guy. With only a towel wrapped around his middle he opened the door. The delivery man's eye widened and mumbled something like 'freaking hot', Nick smiled and took the bag. The delivery man regained his posture "The dumplings, that's then 10 dolars" Nick nodded and grabbed the money from the drawer standing next to the door. It was twenty dollars, Nick leaned in to the man and whispered in this ear "Keep the change" and gave the guy a peck on his cheek. The delivery guy blushed and Nick shut the door again.
An hour later he had finished the dumpling and had his clothes on, ready to go the party. After a really short drive, since it was still at the east-side. He entered the house and the party was already going on. He looked around and noticed Nathan and Britta, two of his friends. He worked out quite a lot with Nathan, why both of thme got a really toned body. When he walked over towards them, some guy bumped into him and dropped his glasses. Nickolas picked up the glasses and looked at the guy who dropped them "Hey, watch out you,"
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An hour later he had finished the dumpling and had his clothes on, ready to go the party. After a really short drive, since it was still at the east-side. He entered the house and the party was already going on. He looked around and noticed Nathan and Britta, two of his friends. He worked out quite a lot with Nathan, why both of thme got a really toned body. When he walked over towards them, some guy bumped into him and dropped his glasses. Nickolas picked up the glasses and looked at the guy who dropped them "Hey, watch out you,"
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Nathan Scott Goldsmith
Regardless of all of that, when Britta caught up to him and offered him a shot, he couldn't help but be nice. "If you're offering," he replied, taking the shot from her and knocking it back. "Thanks," he added. "Did you come here with anyone?" he asked her, noticing she was on her own. Perhaps she had a guy due to arrive and end up in her bed by the end of the night.
Nathan saw Nickolas approaching, relieved someone who may be able to cut through the tension had arrived. However, his friend bumped into an unfamiliar guy, causing him to drop his glasses. Nathan smirked, finding it safe to assume the unknown was yet another Westsider who'd decided to show up at the party. He was certain his friend could handle the situation, so wasn't about to jump in or anything.
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Fara was sitting on the carpet, cross-legged with her nephew Carlos, who'd nestled himself onto her lap and heavily occupied by a game on his tablet. Fara had been invited with her mother for dinner with Greyson and his family. Notably, because school and work were just around the corner, and therefore, the family wanted to spend some quality time together before everyone got swept away by their hectic schedules again. Catherine had, of course, urged her parents to join their small gathering but they'd turned down the offer this time, stating something about having urgent affairs to tend to. Catherine knew the exact reason, but Fara wasn't so nosy to further ask about it nor bother in the first place.
The teenager slid her thumb across the screen of her smartphone looking through a former classmate's blog on the social media. Particularly eyeing her recent statuses and photos, all centered around a certain house party owned by some rich kid she didn't care enough about. The said party was located just across the street.
Why did she waste her time on this? Boredom and curiosity. Mostly boredom. It wasn't like she'd known her classmate exactly that well. They'd never been that close. Far from it. But the girl had nonetheless invited her to join the damn hellhole, strange as it was. Fara politely refused, but the offer made her wonder how little her former classmate ever knew of her. Seriously.
Judging alone by Fara's appearance, did she even seem as the type to hang out at parties?
Whatever.
This girl, Lana was her name, also had a wild obsession with journalism. Noooo wonder.
Catherine walked in with a lovely tray of mixed cookies and cake while Mrs. Leis helped her bring the tea set.
Just to their delight, jarring noises of yodeling and screaming- or was it singing?- derived from the windows behind them. Greyson raised his eyebrow funnily, realizing the window still being open and got up to close it. Finally blocking out those shitty voices. Thank you!
He sighed loudly as he went back to his seat beside his wife and mother.
"...I can still hear' em.." Greyson murmured into his hands. The room went quiet for a bit, everyone heeding the commotion outside.
"Oh, I think I know the song they're 'trying' to sing. It's way outta their vocal range though, obviously. Yikes." Catherine replied with a smirk showing her white teeth.
"Singing is far better than vandalism! I'm worried about our car..." he grunted.
Back to little Carlos, who was deeply absorbed in a game called 'Dreamline', trying to beat the final level of one of the harder stages. The player's purpose was to draw lines and shapes to help the character pass through obstacles and reach their end destination with an answer to a couple of riddles for each level. Not too hard for him, really. The colors chosen for the art was soft-hued and consisted mostly of light pastels with cloudy sceneries.
The app was developed by his aunt herself in an attempt to inspire the boy to learn to programme from a young age. So far, his sole interest was to play these games instead of actually creating them. The guy was a lazy butt for sure. But pretty literate for his age and took pride in his abilities. So cute.
"Look Fara! I'm almost beating this level! It's too easy. Make something more advanced next time. The answers wasn't too hard to memorize either!" He gleefully exclaimed.
"Mmm."
With no regard to the people surrounding him, Carlos suddenly yelled; "AND THE CHAMPION WINS-" Raising both arms up in the air, one which accidentally smacks the phone out of her grasp and all the way to the left.
The speaker was, upon a 'lucky' chance, turned on at the exact moment a female voice erupted;
"Hey sugar bun, What's your name? Because I'll be screaming it all night lo-"
The voice didn't finish the sentence as Fara slammed the home button, returning the screen to a kitty background.
Goddamned Lana with her... trying-too-hard-to-sound-sultry- voice.
Flirting with some stranger using her stinkingly lame pickup-lines as usual. Even doing it on purpose in front of the camera to show off.
Eyyup, Fara had on several occasions observed her from the shadows as she shamelessly flirted with the guys. Totally not in a creepy way. Chillax... She merely wanted to learn more about the nature of the people she was forced to attend classes with. And to know who to stay clear of.
Ah, well, this was a bit cringeworthy.
If her family heard that, and they probably did- they'd be expecting some answers by now. But oh come on! People had the capacity to say dirtier stuff than that.
She tiredly looked up to meet the silent questioning gazes of her family. The scene would've been comical if it wasn't revolved around her.
"Uhh, Fara. Not to pry, but I'm gonna do it anyway cuz' I have to, so deal with it...What are you up to?" Greyson the busybody enquired.
"Just some old classmate live streaming about a party," Fara replied with a shrug, her hand ruffling through the boy's hair, making sure to mess it up real good.
"Which I now regret, thanks to the inappropriate nature of its content." She added.
"Oh-kay. I assume you're talking about that crazy party?" He directed his thumb towards the window.
"Bingo."
Mrs. Leis turned to speak; "...Fara sweetie, why don't you join me and Catherine to watch some exotic cooking videos. Learn some tricks from it or two. Instead of...Ahem." Mrs. Leis eyed her phone unamused.
"Heh! Alright. Sorry I was just... wasting time. But uh...Mom? I'm terrible in the kitchen. Ya still wanna let me in there?"
"Of course! So you burned a few trays. Almost dropped a cheesecake. But practice makes perfect, right? Or is that saying outdated?"
Fara shrugged, inspecting the carpet patterns. "Kind of..."
Her mother smiled at her and with a motion of her hand, signaled her daughter to come over while scooting aside to make space for her.
Fara pushed Carlos' tablet away before carrying him off to the sofa, placing him once again upon her lap despite all the silly gripe.
"Hush, if I'll have to suffer, I'll be bringing you with me." She whispered to him.
"RAWR! Unhand me woman!"
After a number of attempts to wriggle himself free, the tiny man finally admitted defeat by snuggling farther into her warm chest. She planted a kiss on top of his head and sighed. Victory was sweet.
Location: East side, Living room, Greyson's apartment
Mood: Yawn.
Mood: Yawn.
