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Welcome to Vanilla Falls
Save the last bullet for yourself
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Realistic or Modern The Color of Vanilla {Trigger}
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Welcome to Vanilla Falls
Save the last bullet for yourself
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The Scene:
Month: May
Day: Friday the 13th
Time: 2:00 PM
Weather: 80 degrees Farenheit, blue skies, puffy clouds, light breeze. You know, that crap
The high school gets out at 2:30 and afterwards, everyone is meeting up at a local cafe (check locations soon) to fuck around before heading to a party-nothing's better then partying the days away.
Save the last bullet for yourself
Rae
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call-
"Miss Wilson?"
As accurate as the band itself, Rae drummed her fingers against the edge of her table, almost entirely lost in the music, lashes resting on high, fair cheek bones as she envisioned... Well, anywhere but this shithole,
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken-
"Miss Wilson!"
She'd finished off with two pencils to the wooden surface, just barely finishing the last note before Mrs. Darbus snatched the utensils from the brunettes delicate hands. With a gasp, Rae came to, blinking as her doe eyes scanned the classroom, hinting melancholy at the realization she was still here. As their art instructor loomed over her,
"Do you even know what we're talking about?"
"No," She answered entirely serious, maintaining eye contact though the pricking heat of anxiety crawled like insects up along her shoulder blades.
The older woman, exasperated, kept the pencils, but gestured for the brunette to follow her up to the board. Rae glanced to her left, at Jo, and then to her right, at Floyd; Max sat behind her, she'd spent the first half of the class showing him textures, finished her work early and indulged in some music to save her sanity. And this is what I get for efficiency?
"For someone who does so well in this class, I'm amazed you hardly ever pay attention," Scoffed the older woman who propped up an easel, and set a handful of supplies (all but the pencils) within the protruding wooden holder. She adjusted her cat eyed glasses and gestured towards the blank canvas, "Since you don't feel obligated to learn like the rest of your peers, perhaps you'd like to finish today's lesson?"
"Not like I have a choice," Rae mumbled with her head dropped for a moment, shielded by long, golden brown locks that momentarily hid her expression of disdain.
With her thin hands slipped in her back pockets, one in particular curled around the stolen prescription bottle of her mom's vicodin, she made her way to the board, stealing Floyd's water bottle on the way. The moment the art teacher turned her head to assess her desk, the brunette downed two pills with a swift swing, and then offered to toss the bottle back his way. Momentarily exhaling as her condition made her mid back ache, heavy with protest at her sudden standing. With a gradually racing heartbeat and an unhealthy flush to her fair skinned cheeks, she pulled up a stool and sighed heavily to herself. Here's goes her pride.
"What's the lesson about?" She asked, heavily unenthusiastic.
"Would any of you care to indulge her? Those of you that listened," Her sly remarks worked on Rae's nerves, and for a moment she gripped the bottle again, always fighting the temptation to further nullify, if not entirely incapacitate, herself.
The animosity hung thick between her and nearly every staff member of this fucked up place, sometimes she mouthed back, but most of the time it festered inside like an metaphorically infected wound.
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Resident Evil Brainrot
Maxwell Acosta
He presses the mechanical pencil on the outline and for what probably felt like the hundredth time, he shades the drawing. Max bites his lip as he continues this action, wondering if he even is doing it correctly. This is what Rae showed him but it still didn't feel right. Ah fuck it. He sloppily almost finishes his work; the teacher continues on about the lesson he didn't bother to pay attention to. It was something about some guy who was ambidextrous and did modern art - a topic Max filtered through one ear and out the other. The teacher calls Rae's name, catching his attention also. The lady pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and approaches the student in front of him. Shit, she's in her own world right now, he thought.
"Miss Wilson!" Jeez, if only the damn teacher knew Rae finished a long time ago. He sighs quietly, placing down his pencil to avoid bending it in half. Max narrows his eyes at the teacher, who doesn't know his change in attitude. He leans himself against his chair, watching the scene in front of him, crossing his arms. The black belt's jaw tightens for a second. The itch of wanting to punch the lady, who's judging his friend, grows every second she opened her mouth. He shuts his eyes, Max, don't earn yourself more detention. This week hasn't been going well for him: a trip to the principal's office, the drunk angry father persona appeared more than usual, and a stranger punched him on his nightly jog last night. He. Didn't. Want. To. Deal. With. This. Now.
He rubs a hand over his face, glancing over to Floyd. If he were to succumb to his irritation, he hoped the guy would stop him - he'd probably won't though. The teacher finishes her prodding at Rae, he frowns when she downs two pills. Max knew about a few of his friends with drug problems. He didn't oppose it but the sight of them doing it made him uncomfortable.
"What's the lesson about?"
"Would any of you care to indulge her? Those of you that listened."
Max couldn't help there. He glances over to Jo then to Floyd, wondering if the two would aid Rae. He's barley passing the class; can one really expect him to understand the bullshit in this class?
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true neutral
Lucy Miller
The addictive taste of the heavy smoke and nicotine filled Lucy's burning lungs as she breathed in the, halfway finished cigarette. No more meth, nor morphine. Back to the basic people bullshit.
Her lazy ass was too exhausted to go and buy more from her loud mouthed dealer, Mark. Mark was a stubborn, smart ass who always had some dumb shit to say to you whenever he felt like it, and simply just for his own enjoyment.
Numerous times, Lucy wanted to smack the crap out of him, and snitch him out to the feds, for his highly conceited ego, but he dealed the best morphine in town, at a reasonable price, and she wasn't about to ruin her perfectly good drug supply, that she desperately craved.
"Ahh, screw me," She mumbled. The blonde carefully rubbed the ashes from the cigarette onto the tiled floor, barely caring about the small mess that she created, and lingered off of the worn-out couch.
She lunged for her phone that was resting on the nearby glass table, and wearily checked the time. Shit. 2pm, I gotta go. Everyday at around this time, Lucy and a couple of her "friends" got together chat about shit that was going on in their lives. Kinda like one of those circles that they did at rehab to try and "pour out your feelings."
Then again, she wouldn't really call them friends. Not all of them at least. Lucy wouldn't say a simple hi to half of them if she happen to bump into them at fucking Rite Aids. Some of them, were just plain old people to her. People that were in almost the same situation as her, and thought almost alike as her. But hey, it beat the loneliness that racked up inside of her from time to time.
A warm breeze hit her as she left her decrepit apartment complex. Vanilla Hills Academy, it is. Vanilla Hills Academy. Oh what a shitty school. It had a great educational system, one of the highest in the districts, but everything else was plain old crappy. The unnecessary extra classes she had to take, the obscene teachers, and worst of all, the impulsive students. Thank god her time there was over, but unfortunately, the horrid memories remained. Not many obviously, due to the fact that she constantly ditched, but the times that she did spend in that building were marked the worst ones yet. Even on the first day of her arrival. The teasing echoed in Lucy's mind as she thought back.
"Ew, what a slut."
"Look at her outfit, she looks freaking homeless"
"Why are her eyes always red? She probably does drugs,"
Ha, they weren't half wrong. Lucy did take drugs. Shit, she wasn't proud of it, but she did it and who could stop her?
And as for the outfits, she had nice ones. Just didn't care about her looks enough to dress like a pimp, like a lot of the other chicks did. Her thoughts drifted away as she spotted the massive building coming into view.
It was a pretty quaint town, and nothing was ever really that far away enough to have to own a car to drive there.
Lucy's scanned over to a blue bench located closer to the school's entrance and plopped right onto it.
Her dainty hands dug into her jean's pocket, in search for a pack of cigarettes. Later on, she would have to call up the famous Mark and buy from him, but for now, Marlboro it is.
caramel
spmo!
Johanna Rinaldi
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Eddison Ozera was cute. Really cute, in fact. He had dark skin, nice white teeth, muscles for days and too many piercings for his own good. How did Mrs. Darbus expect Johanna to pay attention when he was practically next to her ? Speaking of Mrs. D, her nasally, screeching voice was taking her attention away from Eddie-who was promising to do some very intriguing things to her. This wouldn't do at all. Painstakingly taking her attention from the other guy, Jo would only hear a sprinkling of the verbal bitch slap Floyd-Jo mentally cheered her best friend on-gave her but it was enough. The Scot had been waiting to harp on the bitch from the minute she had been dropped in the damn class. Shooting one more coy smile at Eddison, Jo strode up to the front of the classroom. Standing a bit too close to the teacher, she looked her up and down before joining Flo.
"Come on babes, you're giving our dear Ms.D too little credit. With a bit of nipping, tucking and obviously,major facial reconstruction, she could be as beautiful as, well, me". To prove her point, Jo gave her best beauty queen smile-she had it down from several years of pageants-, waved and even spun around. Yup, that was Jo for you. Done with her whole charade, the blonde was quite curious about what exactly she did to deserve this fun yet still abusive slam-down. Actually, she didn't fucking care. Playfully nudging Flo, Johanna was about to make her way back to her seat, no doubt to gossip even further about Mrs. Darbus' boyfriend's "extracurricular activities" with younger women. It was sorta creepy considering Jo was 99% sure he was the gym teacher. Anyway, she already had her "So Kelly told me that Ryland heard from his cousin which Josh knows.." face before she realized, why not add insult to injury ? Wheeling around, Jo wrote a phone number incredulously big onto the Smartboard. "As you all know, my father's a renowned plastic surgeon....He can't work miracles but he might be able to do something about those crows feet". Yeah, that felt good alright. Jo went back to her seat, lifting her eyebrows in respect at Rae. They weren't the best of friends but the crew stood up from each other. Mad Max or as Jo preferred to call him, Karate Kid, got a conspiratorial wink . He was cute but unattainable. Unattainable or did she just not try hard enough ? Hey, that's a discussion for a different time.
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Rae
"I WANT EVERYONE OF YOU OUT OF MY CLASSROOM, RIGHT THIS GODDAMN MINUTE! I'VE NEVER BEEN SO INSULTED IN ALL MY LIFE-"
"You sure 'bout that?" Rae arched both perfectly groomed brows at the woman, who'd erupted and filled the room with her nails-on-a-chalkboard voice.
"And all of you can expect a phone call from the board of education to your parents, as well as from your counselor! EVERYONE ONE OF YOU HEATHENS ARE-"
"Spending our weekend in detention, we get it," Rae had a bit of a confidence boost when the gang backed her up, and paid no mind to the woman who's cocky reign had ceased.
She stepped with an airy grace towards her desk, biting the inside of her cheek though her hidden dimples were defined, and gave away her amusement. Scooping up her light weight bag and facing her friends, the brunette gestured for the crew to follow with a nod of her head, "Come on, delinquents. Schools out in five, anyways. Wanna come before you explode?" She added with a half smile, acknowledging Max who seemed to be emanating frustration; she knew he hated it in here.
It wasn't until she'd escaped the confinement and embraced the evening breeze, that Rae finally indulged. She practically glided down the corridors, swinging her bag with little care as to whom she hit, and hugging her skinny, aching sides. Her laughter was the silent kind, but an embarrassing snort escaped her coffee painted lips once, which sent her face ablaze whilst her eyes sparkled with tears. Flushed, but still laughing, she attempted a sentence, albeit with little success. "Fuck buddy? Crows feet? --I love you guys! I really thought she'd torment me through the whole twenty minutes." She wiped at her eyes, careful not to smear the mascara that lightly coated her thick lashes. Much respect had been earned today. "That shit was classic, and she deserved it. Wait till the board hears about this one, I'm on my way out for sure- I know, I know, damn shame, really."
As if her attendance, or therefore lack of, and constant excuse notes from anything physical or anxiety inducing weren't bad enough. Now the higher ups had a whole new situation to hear about, and it'd be straight from the horses mouth. Her mother flashed across her mind and, gradually, Rae calmed down. She was the most supportive parent in the world, even when her daughter acted against righteousness, and Rae felt a pang of guilt for the potential phone call she'd receive. But the look on that hags face came to mind, and she couldn't help continuing to chuckle, it was well deserved and she hadn't a single regret aside from doing that sooner.
"Wait till Lucy hears about this, she'll die," Rae said aloud, combing her fingers through her silky locks whilst making her way to the schools entrance, better known to her as the exit. She half expected her best friend to be there, they did have a party to attend, and the bell was set to blare any second. "Wait, is Darbus seriously dating someone? Bleh, never mind, don't even wanna know." She stuck out her tongue, expressing distaste.
The brunette was hardly present enough to know the juicy news floating around campus, nor did she really care to. She spent half of her classes doing her work outside, milking the anxiety card (though it was entirely true) and avoiding gossip. It was better than being locked inside, gazing at the window and awaiting some sort of savior. Peter Pan, an earthquake, sudden snow storm- anything but a perfectly sunny day.
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Resident Evil Brainrot
Maxwell Acosta
"I WANT EVERYONE OF YOU OUT OF MY CLASSROOM, RIGHT THIS GODDAMN MINUTE! I'VE NEVER BEEN SO INSULTED IN ALL MY LIFE-" He narrows his eyes at the teacher's loud outburst. Thankfully, Rae shuts her up in the middle of her yelling. He silently chuckles earning himself a glare from the teacher; how the fuck can she see that far? He returns the gesture by flipping her off. "And all of you can expect a phone call from the board of education to your parents, as well as from your counselor! EVERYONE ONE OF YOU HEATHENS ARE-" He wanted to praise Rae's interruption. Max was close to wanting to kick all the easels in the room. If he was included in getting a useless call, it meant another mark on his already long list of offenses in school. At least his father barley cared but school also have gotten a hold of his master, Anthony Nguyen, just a few months ago.
Max's jaw tightens, at the thought of having another lecture about respect and modesty from his master. He didn't want to disappoint the older man now that he's earned his black belt. He nods when Rae mentions his obvious frustration, agreeing with the teacher's command to leave. There were minutes left and he's already gotten attendance for today's class; no point in staying any longer. He follows the group out of the classroom, throwing a last glare at the teacher before heading through the door. Max pulls at the collar of his shirt, cooling himself off from the summer heat. It wouldn't be long till they leave this damn school, except for Jo - though all of this depends if the group actually goes with the plan they've been creating for the past few days.
The black belt feels a pair of eyes staring at the back of his head. He looks behind him - Floyd - and gives the guy a short nod before watching Rae go down the hallway cheerfully with her bag swinging around.
The two didn't start off on the right foot. Meeting each other for the first time sent them to the principal's office and Max recieved a bloody nose. He had to hand to him, the guy could throw a punch but he did returned it with a black eye. Max remembers the principal showing them some videos that the students had already posted online about their fight.
Flashback
"What do you two have to say for yourselves? I will be having complaints from parents again," the annoyed principal pinches his eyebrows then continues after a pause, "Then again, it's not surprising that it's you two. I'm surprised that it hasn't happened in the previous years. You both are suspended for the rest of the week and I'm calling your parents." He writes down a few things on a file that looked like theirs. Max doesn't even bother objecting; it was always the same.
"Come on. Mr. Tall-Buff-and-Angry here was the one who started it. I plead self defense," said Floyd, both hands up and sitting in the seat next to him. Max glares daggers at the nickname; he's just full of smartass remarks huh? The principal shakes his head, "I know Maxwell started it. His record for fights in the school is more than you. But you, Florence, take the cake in angering most of the teachers. Don't even try to think you are getting off the hook, seeing as you retaliated. You too, Max. I thought you would have grown up by now. You were on a roll for not being sent here until now."
The principal sends them off; the two still wanting to strangling each other's necks. Max goes straight home, not bothering to confront the asshole again. Why the hell did he even try intervening in the hallway? Whenever he takes action, it ends terrible for him. He guesses, that the only reason he ever does play hero is wanting to believe he's someone better than his father. Someone who actually cares about the bullshit that happens around him. He'd hope if his sister was in any sort of trouble, someone like him would help her.
Later that day, Max's littler sister, Elise tells him she invited her "Buddy" from school, over. He didn't get why do elementary schools force older kids to look after kindergartners; the guy does appreciate his sister is enjoying it though. The two Acostas wait for Elise's buddy who is coming over at 5 pm. Max felt proud that Elise was finally inviting someone from school. She hasn't had a friend over before.
The door bell rings, he get's the door and bad luck slaps him in the face. Turns out Elise's buddy is Floyd's younger sister. Max curses on how small the damn town is while letting them in with a forced smile towards his sister's friend, Winona.
"Well... this is awkward," says Floyd. The two sit on the far ends of the couch, watching the two girls finish some school project which required tons of crayons. They sat there for minutes with uncomfortable silence until Floyd speaks up again, "Who would have known Winona's friend's brother is actually the 'friendly guy' I met at school. Amazing punch by the way. It makes my eye stand out. I've wanted to catch people's attention somehow." He points to the ugly dark black eye Max must have created. Max knew this guy was dripping with sarcasm but he had to bear with it; the younger kids were right in front of them.
His jaw tightens before sighing, "Do you ever stop talking?"
"Everyone has the right to speak for themselves. You seem to have forgotten how to."
"Very funny," Max says in a venomous tone. When are the girls done? He didn't feel like putting up with this guy any longer. Floyd sighs, "Let's face it. Our sisters are friends. We've got to get along somehow." The black belt leans back against the couch; he's right. He didn't want to ruin his sister's chances of having a friend just because of his own personal reasons. "Fine," he responds. At least he and Floyd had something they agreed on: they cared for their sisters.
Later that week he finds Floyd in the same group meeting as him.
End Flashback
The two have come to a mutual understanding. It did feel as if there was still some tension between the two but Max is calm with most of the interactions he's had with Floyd after that week, though the guy still pissed him off from time to time.
Rae praises the torment they cause in class - well not him particularly but unfortunately he's shoved in the group's antics in class just for being associated with them. Max didn't mind; he actually like watching teachers fall under pressure from the stuff they say because he can't do it himself. The idea of the art teacher dating someone sent a chill up his spine. Gossip around school is horrifying sometimes.
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Dysphoria
Scissor-Pain and Phantom Limbs
William "Will" Albury
Around the time the delinquents were kicked out of class, William was sorting through his locker. Having been released early from training, he decided to gather his things in advance. He still had a few, short minutes before the bell, but the sooner he could get home, the better. There, his grandfather was expecting him to patch up a hole on one of the rickety barn walls using whatever plywood they had laying around the farm. Fortunately, the redhead was practiced at mending all sorts of things, having taken over nearly all of the old man's responsibilities. He could easily have it done in half an hour, and that would still leave him the rest of the evening to groom the horses and study for tomorrow's calculus test. While he wasn't the brightest student at Vanilla Falls Academy, he tried to make the grades necessary to complete his senior year of high school. If it weren't for his teachers' grace, he was convinced that he would already be failing a handful of his courses.
The boy was thumbing through each folder and notebook, specifically hunting for the one, red journal he ordinarily took notes in for math. His duffel bag was weighing heavily on his shoulder, chock-full of equipment. An aluminum bat was poking out of the main compartment, while a half-drunk bottle of water was secured in a netted side pouch. Inside, there was an additional change of clothes, an extra pair of gym sneakers, deodorant and a towel. More often than not, he felt inclined to shower after athletics. Usually, he would stay another ten minutes at the high school to do so, but today was different. His coppery hair was tousled, and there was a faint, pink glow to his peppered cheeks. His flannel was damp with sweat, but not to an extent that it would cause him grief if he was unexpectedly embraced by one of the many ladies that sat with him at lunch. That sort of thing was bound to happen by the end of the day.
Fetching the correct spiral without further ado, Will's eyes lowered to the ground as a folded piece of lined paper flitted down from his locker. Instinctively, he reached down to pick it up. The handwriting looked as though it was scrawled rather hurriedly, and although it was readable, it was wholly foreign to him.
Hey, you! Come to the cafe after school on Friday. Coffee's on me. (;
The boy was thumbing through each folder and notebook, specifically hunting for the one, red journal he ordinarily took notes in for math. His duffel bag was weighing heavily on his shoulder, chock-full of equipment. An aluminum bat was poking out of the main compartment, while a half-drunk bottle of water was secured in a netted side pouch. Inside, there was an additional change of clothes, an extra pair of gym sneakers, deodorant and a towel. More often than not, he felt inclined to shower after athletics. Usually, he would stay another ten minutes at the high school to do so, but today was different. His coppery hair was tousled, and there was a faint, pink glow to his peppered cheeks. His flannel was damp with sweat, but not to an extent that it would cause him grief if he was unexpectedly embraced by one of the many ladies that sat with him at lunch. That sort of thing was bound to happen by the end of the day.
Fetching the correct spiral without further ado, Will's eyes lowered to the ground as a folded piece of lined paper flitted down from his locker. Instinctively, he reached down to pick it up. The handwriting looked as though it was scrawled rather hurriedly, and although it was readable, it was wholly foreign to him.
Hey, you! Come to the cafe after school on Friday. Coffee's on me. (;
It was written by Rae, but it's a surprise to Will.
This is how he's going to get more acquainted with the delinquents,
because he's kind of out of the loop right now.
While he could think of several people that would be apt to invite him out, the page was lacking a signature. It was a bit strange. Maybe she was shy? He studied the letters for a few seconds longer, biting his lower lip. Well, fuck. He couldn't leave some poor girl waiting, assuming that it was one. He wasn't the type of person to just ignore the invitation, either. If he was expected to be some where, he would show. Even though he already had plans for after school, it would be incredibly rude for him to get somebody's hopes up. Thankfully, the cafe wasn't too far out of his way, and a coffee date wouldn't take too long.
The redhead peered around the edge of his locker, eyeing the crowd. He spotted a familiar brunet a ways down the hallway, tucked his notebook into his bag and pushed the door closed before walking over to greet the martial arts enthusiast. He didn't know the kid too well, but Floyd was in close proximity to the two of them. He flashed a short, strained smile in the blond's direction before diverting his attention back to Max. "Hey." He breathed, extending the piece of paper out to him with the underside of his wrist facing downwards. "Ahhh... Do you know anything about this?" His forehead creased as he looked the other guy over. "You've been out here for awhile, right? Somebody must have put it in my locker." With that, his eyes drifted back over to Floyd. He could have sworn he heard his group talking about a cafe meet up that morning, but in all honesty, he didn't know him well enough to mention it. He barely knew Max as it was, but he was under the assumption that the pair were on good terms.
This is how he's going to get more acquainted with the delinquents,
because he's kind of out of the loop right now.
While he could think of several people that would be apt to invite him out, the page was lacking a signature. It was a bit strange. Maybe she was shy? He studied the letters for a few seconds longer, biting his lower lip. Well, fuck. He couldn't leave some poor girl waiting, assuming that it was one. He wasn't the type of person to just ignore the invitation, either. If he was expected to be some where, he would show. Even though he already had plans for after school, it would be incredibly rude for him to get somebody's hopes up. Thankfully, the cafe wasn't too far out of his way, and a coffee date wouldn't take too long.
The redhead peered around the edge of his locker, eyeing the crowd. He spotted a familiar brunet a ways down the hallway, tucked his notebook into his bag and pushed the door closed before walking over to greet the martial arts enthusiast. He didn't know the kid too well, but Floyd was in close proximity to the two of them. He flashed a short, strained smile in the blond's direction before diverting his attention back to Max. "Hey." He breathed, extending the piece of paper out to him with the underside of his wrist facing downwards. "Ahhh... Do you know anything about this?" His forehead creased as he looked the other guy over. "You've been out here for awhile, right? Somebody must have put it in my locker." With that, his eyes drifted back over to Floyd. He could have sworn he heard his group talking about a cafe meet up that morning, but in all honesty, he didn't know him well enough to mention it. He barely knew Max as it was, but he was under the assumption that the pair were on good terms.
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AnimusLight
Resident Evil Brainrot
Maxwell Acosta
"Hey man, what's up?" Will hands him a piece of paper, which he takes a examines. The handwriting is familiar and by the contents he already knew where the note originated from. Did Rae want him in on their group planning? "Ahhh... Do you know anything about this? You've been out here for awhile, right? Somebody must have put it in my locker." He motions over to Rae with a short bob of his head. He lightly smiles, sensing the tense feeling from the redhead. He didn't mind the guy approaching him. It's a nice change for someone who doesn't know him much to not fear that he'll punch them.
The black belt says, "We'll be heading to the cafe pretty soon. Rae seems to have wanted you to come along so you are free to join us if you want. " Max wasn't sure if he could say out loud their reason for meeting up. He couldn't risk talking about what they are planning to do, out in the open. He'll let the brains of the operation do the explaination; they'll do better than him, that's for sure.
He didn't mind if Will decided to join their group. It's only odd for him to be seen hanging around with a group mostly of terrible influence. Max disliked the thought of others thinking badly of Will; the guy's kinder than most of the people he knows in Vanilla Falls. He did Max a favor in their sophomore year. His father increased more of his drinking habit, causing more problems at home. Max is usually at the receiving end for all of his father's fury; he got used to it after the first year. But everyone has their breaking point in being patient and forgiving for others. Max's remembered the rough shove he took from his old man and getting a nasty cut on the back of his head. The drunk kicked him out of the house, which was the second time that week.
He remembers the he walked for a few seconds until a pickup-truck pulled over. The sympathetic redheaded rolled down the window and asked if he wanted a place to stay. Max took the offer and stayed for the night at Will's place which he didn't expect it to be the farm in Vanilla Falls. The two chatted about their fathers; it comforted Max to know he wasn't alone with his problem. Before he left, Will graciously offered Max if he want to visit the farm again with his sister. He took it and visited him with Elise who was excited about the horses. He couldn't thank Will enough.
School separated them most of the time and their schedule couldn't match up; greeting the other was the only thing he could do. He now has a chance to know more about Will. He's a great friend to have in the future.
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Raebear
Once the fresh air had enveloped her, and the adrenaline of their little episode within the classroom died down, Rae began to feel a little winded, and slowed her previous carefree pace. The pills always helped pain, but failed to fight off the drain of anxiety despite what her mind would like to cajole her with. Gradually, her head hung down a little, and her shoulders pinned together and rose with tension; those scenarios weren't good for an empathic individual, and it was quite obvious she needed a little time to recharge. Solitude seemed far from her grasp, however, she had plans that weren't negotiable, and upon hearing a familiar voice approach Max, she remembered her commitment to an old friend.
"Hey Will!" She greeted him with a mallifluous tone after approaching the pair, her ivory cheeks a little flushed from the fading spark of animosity.
Whilst tucking her cascading locks behind her left ear, she attempted to level a gaze with him, but found the familiarity slipping, more founded off distant memories than any recent interaction. And that lingering feeling where she missed him was rather heavy too, but whether or not any one else caught that went unacknowledged by the brunette. "I know it's kind of last minute, and a note is pretty old fashioned, but I thought... I dunno, I thought you might like hanging out with these guys? ...And me, I mean, um, I guess Max already briefed you... Yeah."
It was odd to admit she felt more familiar with Max than Will amidst the moment, recollection moments between them she was at fault of oppressing, if anything just out of her own sadness and personal issues. They had a really sweet friendship going, but between his and her troubles at home, as well as the simultaneous slip in the school system, the pair just lost touch. Rae didn't mean for things like that to happen, but it was the norm and usually more painful for her than the other individual involved. She wondered if he even remembered her, their greetings had become so rare in the last few months she'd not be surprised if they needed a fresh introduction. With her thin fingers interlocked behind her slender back, the brunette shifted her weight onto her toes, and then back onto her heels. "Just a thought, y'know? Like I said, coffees on me, they have really yummy... pumpkin..."
She faded, but had tried to suggest the pumpkin spice lottes. What if she'd forgotten the fact he disliked coffee? Or the indie music on the overhead? Or groups of people with weird qualities much like herself? She didn't want to push him away any more than she had! With blotchy cheeks from the anxiety of potential humiliation (which wasn't nearly as intense as her condition insisted), she was a far cry from the giggling teen mere moments ago, and shifted a little with a flustered glance casted Floyd's way. Not that he could really get her out of a mess that might not even exist, though he was, indeed, aware of her... tendencies to flip. Her heart drummed in her throat, and she offered a smile mirroring the same strain as Will's, those she has best intentions, honest.
With: Max, Will, and Floyd | Mood: Anxious as hell, but genuine | look at me being fancy
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LUCY MILLER
The ear-piercing ring of the dismissal bell, echoed through Lucy's tender ears. Even though she was in that school for about 3 years, she still couldn't get used to the screeching sound of that stupid bell. Startled, she unintentionally dropped her cigarette, swearing underneath her breath. A mob of anxious teens swarmed out of the two front doors, wrestling with each other to get out. Shit, she couldn't blame em'. It annoyed Lucy just to stand in front of the building in order to wait for the crew, let alone be inside. Most of the students went into their fancy trendy cars, others climbed onto the dull yellow buses, and some, simply just began walking to wherever they needed to be.
The blonde delicately slid her hand against her arm, as she spotted her four friends marching out. They easily blended in with the other people around them. Lucy mounted off the rigid bench, and frantically waved towards them, motioning them to come over to her. What the fuck am I doing? I look like a goon. She almost looked like one of those overly-athletic bitches that would constantly yell for the ball to be thrown to them in a game of handball, which used to be in Mr.Cowell's boring ass Phys Ed class. Almost.
'So tell me, how was hell? That old hag, Mrs Darbus treating you guys well?" Lucy scrunched her nose, as she threw an arm over her best friend, Rae and eyed the others. Although, she fully well knew the answer to her own question, she thought that it would've been a great greeting compared to the previous times where she would just awkwardly nod at them, and begin walking down the road knowing that they were following her. Last year, she had Mrs. Darbus as her art teacher as well. Fuck her class. It was a waste of time, talking about some, "art is a talent," bullshit. The only talent that Lucy possessed, was being able to roll a blunt in under 40 seconds, and being able to serve people carrying two full platters of liquor. Don't get me wrong, Mrs. Darbus was a cool person compared to the other motherfuckers that called themselves teachers. She was annoying as fuck though, and yelled a lot at the other kids. But, she had patience for Lucy, of course that didn't last long, but she still had that spark where that showed that she cared. Unlike most people.
Her eyes drifted back to the group, and she eyed them carefully. They looked like shit. Like happy little shits. Not, the "I just woke up, then got drunk and high" type of shit, though she wouldn't be too surprised, but the "I just successfully robbed a bank, and didn't get enough of sleep last night" type of shit.Good thing they were all going to the cafe. Of course, other than Johanna, who always managed to look like a goddess, who quite frankly, she envied a bit, but barely liked. What can i say, school did that shit to a person. For the longest time, Lucy had always wondered why they couldn't drop out of school. If it wasn't for her father, she would've done it back then. but they had a chance. I mean, they were smart enough to survive anyways, especially Floyd who was basically a fucking Albert Einstein but younger, and 100% more horny. Maybe not Max though, he was smart, but was the most athletic one of the clan. hell, he was the ONLY athletic one. Lucy unwrapped her arm from Rae, and once again dug into her pockets, pulling out the pack of Malboro (what a surprise) which she always kept in handy. She hesitated, before lunging her hand out in front of the group and offering them a smoke.
The blonde delicately slid her hand against her arm, as she spotted her four friends marching out. They easily blended in with the other people around them. Lucy mounted off the rigid bench, and frantically waved towards them, motioning them to come over to her. What the fuck am I doing? I look like a goon. She almost looked like one of those overly-athletic bitches that would constantly yell for the ball to be thrown to them in a game of handball, which used to be in Mr.Cowell's boring ass Phys Ed class. Almost.
'So tell me, how was hell? That old hag, Mrs Darbus treating you guys well?" Lucy scrunched her nose, as she threw an arm over her best friend, Rae and eyed the others. Although, she fully well knew the answer to her own question, she thought that it would've been a great greeting compared to the previous times where she would just awkwardly nod at them, and begin walking down the road knowing that they were following her. Last year, she had Mrs. Darbus as her art teacher as well. Fuck her class. It was a waste of time, talking about some, "art is a talent," bullshit. The only talent that Lucy possessed, was being able to roll a blunt in under 40 seconds, and being able to serve people carrying two full platters of liquor. Don't get me wrong, Mrs. Darbus was a cool person compared to the other motherfuckers that called themselves teachers. She was annoying as fuck though, and yelled a lot at the other kids. But, she had patience for Lucy, of course that didn't last long, but she still had that spark where that showed that she cared. Unlike most people.
Her eyes drifted back to the group, and she eyed them carefully. They looked like shit. Like happy little shits. Not, the "I just woke up, then got drunk and high" type of shit, though she wouldn't be too surprised, but the "I just successfully robbed a bank, and didn't get enough of sleep last night" type of shit.Good thing they were all going to the cafe. Of course, other than Johanna, who always managed to look like a goddess, who quite frankly, she envied a bit, but barely liked. What can i say, school did that shit to a person. For the longest time, Lucy had always wondered why they couldn't drop out of school. If it wasn't for her father, she would've done it back then. but they had a chance. I mean, they were smart enough to survive anyways, especially Floyd who was basically a fucking Albert Einstein but younger, and 100% more horny. Maybe not Max though, he was smart, but was the most athletic one of the clan. hell, he was the ONLY athletic one. Lucy unwrapped her arm from Rae, and once again dug into her pockets, pulling out the pack of Malboro (what a surprise) which she always kept in handy. She hesitated, before lunging her hand out in front of the group and offering them a smoke.
With: Rae, Johanna, Floyd, Max, Will || Lucy's Mood: Neutral || Tags:
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Dysphoria
Scissor-Pain and Phantom Limbs
William "Will" Albury
The redhead looked genuinely surprised as his gaze followed the martial artist's motion towards Rachel. "Huh..." He hadn't received an invitation from her in, well, a good five years. He wet his lips in thought, folding the page three separate times before tucking it away into his pocket and saving it for later. Whenever he turned his head to face the boy again, his eyebrows vaguely furrowed. Although there was work to be done back at the farm, he wasn't one to pass up the offer, especially now that he knew his ex-childhood friend was behind it. After all, he had dodged her a countless amount of time during school, even though it hadn't been intentional. If anything, he would make up for it today.
"Yeah, that sounds nice." He hummed, eyes sweeping down Max's frame for the second time, briefly searching for lacerations and bruises alike. In all honestly, he couldn't make out which marks were from training and which ones came from home. The last time he checked, he was still living with his asshole father. The two hadn't caught up in awhile, but his living situation still worried the hell out of him. Judging by their first encounter, his concern was perfectly justified.
William was just about to ask the black belt how he had been that past month whenever his attention was suddenly diverted by a familiar voice. As Rae approached them, a small smile touched his lips. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, prepping himself for the awkward conversation ahead. "Hey." He replied in a casual tone, acknowledging her being there with a slight nod of his head. As she spoke, he fixated on her doe-like eyes, devoting his full regard to her speech. He wasn't trying to be intimating, staring her down like that, but he found it increasingly difficult to look away. He analyzed each detail of her face, from the nose ring to the tinge of her lips. It was almost surreal, how much the girl had matured since middle school.
After a moment of her hesitation, he chuckled. "I'm more of a hazelnut guy, myself." He intervened in a light-hearted voice, hoping to stave off her uneasiness. Then, more seriously, he continued. "I'll pay for all of us. It's just coffee." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, looking between Max, Rae and Floyd. Although he didn't know the blond kid nearly as well as the others, he was feeling generous today, and there was no way in hell he was going to let another person pay for his drink. "Sound like a plan?"
He had just finished speaking whenever a light-haired girl had joined the group, throwing her arm around Rachel. His brow raised. With the addition of Lucy, he started to wonder just how many people would be gathering after school, not that it mattered how expansive the crowd was. He was somewhat accustomed to hanging around a lot of people at once, and he wasn't worried about "ruining his reputation" by meeting with a band of rebels. In all honesty, he saw a lot of good in each of the students. For the most part, "his" people were cruel, but he was unlike the other preps. More of a lover than a fighter, he wasn't as quick to judge as some of his peers.
"Yeah, that sounds nice." He hummed, eyes sweeping down Max's frame for the second time, briefly searching for lacerations and bruises alike. In all honestly, he couldn't make out which marks were from training and which ones came from home. The last time he checked, he was still living with his asshole father. The two hadn't caught up in awhile, but his living situation still worried the hell out of him. Judging by their first encounter, his concern was perfectly justified.
William was just about to ask the black belt how he had been that past month whenever his attention was suddenly diverted by a familiar voice. As Rae approached them, a small smile touched his lips. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, prepping himself for the awkward conversation ahead. "Hey." He replied in a casual tone, acknowledging her being there with a slight nod of his head. As she spoke, he fixated on her doe-like eyes, devoting his full regard to her speech. He wasn't trying to be intimating, staring her down like that, but he found it increasingly difficult to look away. He analyzed each detail of her face, from the nose ring to the tinge of her lips. It was almost surreal, how much the girl had matured since middle school.
After a moment of her hesitation, he chuckled. "I'm more of a hazelnut guy, myself." He intervened in a light-hearted voice, hoping to stave off her uneasiness. Then, more seriously, he continued. "I'll pay for all of us. It's just coffee." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, looking between Max, Rae and Floyd. Although he didn't know the blond kid nearly as well as the others, he was feeling generous today, and there was no way in hell he was going to let another person pay for his drink. "Sound like a plan?"
He had just finished speaking whenever a light-haired girl had joined the group, throwing her arm around Rachel. His brow raised. With the addition of Lucy, he started to wonder just how many people would be gathering after school, not that it mattered how expansive the crowd was. He was somewhat accustomed to hanging around a lot of people at once, and he wasn't worried about "ruining his reputation" by meeting with a band of rebels. In all honesty, he saw a lot of good in each of the students. For the most part, "his" people were cruel, but he was unlike the other preps. More of a lover than a fighter, he wasn't as quick to judge as some of his peers.
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TheUnspokenGodess
The Goofy One You Love
Benjamin Yates
Benji woke up to the sweet smell of bacon and from what he could tell, a re run of Everybody Hates Chris. There was no doubt in his head that his sister was up and making him breakfast. Kiara usually made him breakfast but it was mostly on the weekends, weekday breakfast meant that she didn't go to school. He sighed slowly sitting up in his bed and then looked over on the side to see the picture of him, his mom, and his sister. They all looked happy and as far as Benji knew they were. I'm gonna find you mom, trust me. After letting his eyes get re-adjusted to the light, Benji walked into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. Last night for once had been peaceful. He didn't have a dream about his mother and instead of waking up in a sweat every few hours it was the most sleep he had in weeks. The hot water did a god job of fully waking himself up and once out the shower and dried off he got dressed and went downstairs. " Old man still sleep i'm guessing?". Kiara who had just finished making both of the plates looked up and rolled her eyes. " That asshole left an hour ago. No doubt to go see his little slut of a girlfriend". At the comment Benji laughed and sat down grabbing his plate and juice. " Look missy you need to take your butt to school, I appreciate the food really but your grades are more important. Kiara stopped eating and looked up at Benji with the usual sassy expression on her face. " Honestly B I'm a B+ student and I've been that for the past three years. Missing one day aint gonna make me fail".
He sighed not saying anything else for the time being and instead just finished his plate and watched the episode of Everybody Hates Chris on the television. Benji loved school and maybe he loved it mostly because it got him out of the house and away from his pops but at least it gave him something to do. His father was so busy with work and his girlfriend that when he was home you''d hardly notice unless a football or basketball game was on and then you'd hear his drunk ass hollering from the living-room. Honestly Benji wanted his pops to just move out and stay with his girlfriend since he practically did anyway. He and his sister could do just fine without him as they were without their mother. After eating Benjamin took the reign of doing the dishes while his sister moved around the house, no doubt heading to her friends like she usually did when she didn't go to school. He on the other hand already had plans. Heading over to the cafe to meet up with the rest of the squad.
It was something of a routine nowadays. He'd get up and get ready, sometimes go for a run or hang out and then make his way over to the cafe. " Okay Kiara I'm leaving" He shouted out before heaving the house and heading down the street. It was warm as hell outside and Benji was glad that he had put on a tank top and navy blue jogger shorts, which of course hung off his hips slightly and a bucket hat to top it all off. The cafe wasn't that far from his house being that it was only ten minutes away and he enjoyed the walk. Being out the house and doing something was always good. He had no classes today but there definitely was some tomorrow. As Benji walked over to the cafe he wondered if his mother would have been proud of him for graduating high school and starting college, for looking after his little sister and making sure that she would do the same, for trying to make something of himself. He hoped so but even still he wasn't just doing it all for her, he was doing it for himself too.
The cafe was semi empty when Benj arrived and he realized quickly that he was in fact the first one there so instead of sitting around like he had no idea what to do, he ordered himself a drink and then pulled out his phone, plopping the earphones into his ears and then played his sound track as he waited. He knew it wouldn't take long for the squad to arrive and honestly he didn't mind the time to himself.
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caramel
spmo!
Johanna Rinaldi
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In Jo's opinion, there was nothing more disgusting than the smell of teenagers. Waves of cheap cologne, imitation vanilla and the thick, cloying odor of puberty crashed over the blonde as she entered the hallway. She had to stop herself from choking. On the other hand, there was certain parts of it that only belonged to Vanilla Fall's teenagers like the scent of cigars-no doubt from a older man-, blood-guess who cut themselves in the bathroom ?-, and oddly, chocolate. Johanna knew she smelled of sex and whatever lollipop her pink lips were wrapped around at the moment.
Pulling the blue raspberry Dum dum out of her mouth, Jo sent a faint yet predatory smile at the newcomer to the group. Whitman, wasn't it ? Wilhelm? Wilkins ? Jack ? "Will right ?". She said it in such a odd way-like she was burning with curiosity but at the same time, couldn't give a damn. Not to mention the constant flirtatious undertone that slunk under everything that came out of her mouth. Still waiting for the boy's response, Johanna plunged the lollipop in her mouth again with a satisfying little pop. If one was watching, they'd most likely be quite surprised about how far back the Scot could get the candy. If one knew her, they'd know she's had practice. The residents of this shithole of a town all had ample knowledge of what-who Jo'd do. For her, sex had little to do with affection or warmth but more of the attention you'd get. In those brief moment of time, Johanna was someone's. Nothing felt better than that. Temporary bliss was addicting.
Goddamn. While Jo was having a mental reevaluation, the group had ended up in the front of the school, probably about the get the rest of the gang and head to the cafe. Oh, speaking of the cafe, she still had to text that fuckboy, Benjamin. Jo just sent, "HEY, BITCHBOY. We're gonna be there soon so clear our table".
There, the deed was done. Back to the moment at hand. She waved off Lucy's cig, content with her sucker. It would have seemed like a total dismissal if not for the respectful nod the beauty queen sent to the other blonde. Jo suspected they would have torn each other to bits if not that her best friend definitely had a little interest in the grungy yet hot loner. Even so, she could admire that spark that roared in Lucy's eyes, knowing that she had the same one.
With: "Satan, idiot" @Ethereal
Mood: "What are you, my fucking shrink ?"
Mentioned: "Stop.Asking.Me.Questions"
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"Yeah, totally. I'll keep that in mind," Rae answered Will, smiling to herself whilst she ducked her head.
For the moment, she felt uncharacteristically shy, mentally scolding herself for such a stupid reaction to the farm boy she'd known so well. But that little smile of his, the one that made her mirror it despite the lethargic overcast, made her feel warm inside. She liked familiarity, and was addicted to the possibility of a connection with someone, anyone. Her caramel locks swept across her slender back as she cast a glance Lucy's way, her sudden presence brought Rae back into character. She offered the blonde a casual response whilst awaiting Floyd's sudden burst of enthusiasm, the kind of reaction he had for Lucy every time they crossed paths. It was as if the sun had finally peeked through the decrypted shitsville they were trapped within, leaving him with an aloof smile and a constant devotion to winning her attention. Lucy mirrored no such response, in fact Rae was usually the receiving end of long winded rants mixed with what she believed to be hinted attraction, whenever Floyd disappeared and Lucy needed that rare cathartic release.
She never minded, and innocently batted her lashes whilst she inwardly admitted she shipped them. "Hey Luce. We verbally destroyed the cow, and have individual appointments with the dean sometime next week. Nothing new, but you should've been there," Rae greeted the blonde with the casual enlightenment, though her doe eyes merely flickered around before settling back on Will. Damn, was the instinctive thought, followed by hey fucktard, you're staring!
She didn't mind when Floyd weasled between herself and Lucy, thankful he'd taken the spotlight off of an awkward refusal for a smoke. He'd overshadowed her subtle 'no thanks' and for that, she was grateful. Rae hadn't ever been susceptible to much temptation, hence being the only virgin in the group, but the peer pressure that came with turning down a friend's offer made her anxiety skyrocket. Silly little things that'd leave her ivory cheeks pricked with warmth, and her pill bottle borderline empty. Lucy knew how she felt, and never was the type to push, but still, Rae was kind of a spastic mouse when it came to these things, humiliation and all. Her perfectly groomed brows shot up when Will was addressed, and she scrunched her nose and huffed a little, almost in a silently protective manner. She elbowed Floyd and then crossed her thin arms over her chest, collar bones a tad prominent, though she hid them intentionally beneath her top. "Of course he is."
"--I mean, if you wanna be. You don't have to, I- Shit, you know what I mean hun."
Hun?? HUN? Who says that outside of texting?
She contemplated strangling herself with her shoulder bag straps, but settled for shoving three sticks of gum past her medium sized lips as an excuse not to talk. Maybe ever again, if the flavor lasted long enough. Hints of watermelon escaped her mouth, and she continued to shift her weight from her toes to her heels. That is, until a praying mantis landed in the corridors. She was suddenly a kitten in a field, demanding people in the hallway walk around the large insect whilst admiring it with adoration, scooping the bug into her hands and eyeing it with the utmost interest. "They'll rule the world someday, just look at that face! Will, remember we used to catch these little guys all the time?"
Rae definitely wasn't average.
For the moment, she felt uncharacteristically shy, mentally scolding herself for such a stupid reaction to the farm boy she'd known so well. But that little smile of his, the one that made her mirror it despite the lethargic overcast, made her feel warm inside. She liked familiarity, and was addicted to the possibility of a connection with someone, anyone. Her caramel locks swept across her slender back as she cast a glance Lucy's way, her sudden presence brought Rae back into character. She offered the blonde a casual response whilst awaiting Floyd's sudden burst of enthusiasm, the kind of reaction he had for Lucy every time they crossed paths. It was as if the sun had finally peeked through the decrypted shitsville they were trapped within, leaving him with an aloof smile and a constant devotion to winning her attention. Lucy mirrored no such response, in fact Rae was usually the receiving end of long winded rants mixed with what she believed to be hinted attraction, whenever Floyd disappeared and Lucy needed that rare cathartic release.
She never minded, and innocently batted her lashes whilst she inwardly admitted she shipped them. "Hey Luce. We verbally destroyed the cow, and have individual appointments with the dean sometime next week. Nothing new, but you should've been there," Rae greeted the blonde with the casual enlightenment, though her doe eyes merely flickered around before settling back on Will. Damn, was the instinctive thought, followed by hey fucktard, you're staring!
She didn't mind when Floyd weasled between herself and Lucy, thankful he'd taken the spotlight off of an awkward refusal for a smoke. He'd overshadowed her subtle 'no thanks' and for that, she was grateful. Rae hadn't ever been susceptible to much temptation, hence being the only virgin in the group, but the peer pressure that came with turning down a friend's offer made her anxiety skyrocket. Silly little things that'd leave her ivory cheeks pricked with warmth, and her pill bottle borderline empty. Lucy knew how she felt, and never was the type to push, but still, Rae was kind of a spastic mouse when it came to these things, humiliation and all. Her perfectly groomed brows shot up when Will was addressed, and she scrunched her nose and huffed a little, almost in a silently protective manner. She elbowed Floyd and then crossed her thin arms over her chest, collar bones a tad prominent, though she hid them intentionally beneath her top. "Of course he is."
"--I mean, if you wanna be. You don't have to, I- Shit, you know what I mean hun."
Hun?? HUN? Who says that outside of texting?
She contemplated strangling herself with her shoulder bag straps, but settled for shoving three sticks of gum past her medium sized lips as an excuse not to talk. Maybe ever again, if the flavor lasted long enough. Hints of watermelon escaped her mouth, and she continued to shift her weight from her toes to her heels. That is, until a praying mantis landed in the corridors. She was suddenly a kitten in a field, demanding people in the hallway walk around the large insect whilst admiring it with adoration, scooping the bug into her hands and eyeing it with the utmost interest. "They'll rule the world someday, just look at that face! Will, remember we used to catch these little guys all the time?"
Rae definitely wasn't average.
With: The whole damn gang | Mood: A little bashful, excited to be with Will again; excited about the mantis!
Dysphoria
Scissor-Pain and Phantom Limbs
William "Will" Albury
That with the blond's shrewd comment, William casually tucked one of his freckled hands into the front pocket of his jeans. "What do you mean by 'one of us?'" He asked, carefully, and tilted his head back to ever so slightly raise his chin. He extended his free palm outward, flatly to gesture to all of the student in the circle. He looked briefly at each face before glancing sideways, back over to Floyd. "We're all friends here, aren't we?" With a pseudo smile, he allowed his arm to rest back against his frame. "I hope it's okay that I tag along. You don't mind, right?"
Without waiting for the boy's response, the red head turned to face Johanna as he was greeted by her familiar, kittenish tone. Her voice was considerably more distinct than some of the others he would hear floating around the hallway, likely due to her faint accent, which was unique to the small town school of Vanilla Falls. "You got it." He reassured her with a muted chuckle, hushing himself after eyeing the lollipop. His gaze uncomfortably shifted elsewhere, away from her lips at the wet sound of the candy popping. He cleared his throat once before raising his voice again, more feebly this time. "It's 'Johanna,' isn't it? Or do you just prefer 'Jo?'"
His attention was diverted for the umpteenth time that afternoon, this time by Rachel's feverish declaration. By the time he had craned his neck in the brunette's direction, an insect was cupped between her hands. Withdrawing his fist from his pocket, Will stepped away from the group to join her, a few feet away from the others since she had traveled a ways to fetch the mantis from the floor. "Kind of vicious-looking, isn't he?" He shook his head, cheeks dimpling as an honest grin spread across his face. "How could I forget? Hell, we would spend hours out in that field..."
With that, his voice drifted away, fading into the air. The atmosphere suddenly felt more somber than it had a few minutes earlier, his smile gradually dying off. The farm boy reached up to adjust his duffel bag over his shoulder, his eyes lowering down to his shoes. "So, uh... We should put it outside before anyone gets to it, right? I know a tree."
Without waiting for the boy's response, the red head turned to face Johanna as he was greeted by her familiar, kittenish tone. Her voice was considerably more distinct than some of the others he would hear floating around the hallway, likely due to her faint accent, which was unique to the small town school of Vanilla Falls. "You got it." He reassured her with a muted chuckle, hushing himself after eyeing the lollipop. His gaze uncomfortably shifted elsewhere, away from her lips at the wet sound of the candy popping. He cleared his throat once before raising his voice again, more feebly this time. "It's 'Johanna,' isn't it? Or do you just prefer 'Jo?'"
His attention was diverted for the umpteenth time that afternoon, this time by Rachel's feverish declaration. By the time he had craned his neck in the brunette's direction, an insect was cupped between her hands. Withdrawing his fist from his pocket, Will stepped away from the group to join her, a few feet away from the others since she had traveled a ways to fetch the mantis from the floor. "Kind of vicious-looking, isn't he?" He shook his head, cheeks dimpling as an honest grin spread across his face. "How could I forget? Hell, we would spend hours out in that field..."
With that, his voice drifted away, fading into the air. The atmosphere suddenly felt more somber than it had a few minutes earlier, his smile gradually dying off. The farm boy reached up to adjust his duffel bag over his shoulder, his eyes lowering down to his shoes. "So, uh... We should put it outside before anyone gets to it, right? I know a tree."
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Unrlstic
true neutral
LUCY "LUCE"
As her arm solemnly broke away from Rae, she felt a scrawny frame slither in between them, in replace of her best friend. Right away, she knew that the slender body was in fact, Floyd's. Internally, she was at ease with the fact that his delicate skin lightly pressed against hers, but of course there would be no way in hell, that she would've let anyone figure out her feelings for Floyd. Truthfully, everyone in the group knew or at least sensed her caring emotions for the enthusiastic blonde, except for well, the enthusiastic blonde himself. But, Lucy knew it was her personal mission to forbid Floyd to know, and she was bound to keep it that way. While Floyd grabbed a cigarette from her pack, and everyone else nodded at the offer, she casually took one for herself before digging it back into the narrow pockets of her jean jacket. To her, it was mind boggling. I mean, the crew didn't mind popping pills, snorting shit, or getting plastic surgery, but they were hella quick to deny a small cigarette offer. Its not like she had offered them weed or something. Now that would've been a whole different story, but she calmly pushed the thought to the back of her head, and slid the cigarette in between her plush lips.
Lucy's gaze landed upon the gentle newcomer, to which she heard Rae introduce as Will. It wasn't the first time that she had heard Rae talking about Will, and by the looks of it, it wouldn't be the last time either. Whilst Floyd made it his job to "confirm" the guy's place in the group, Rae made it hers to answer for Will, thus quite embarrassing herself after the began to blabber. She noticed that her brunette friend, was uncontrollably blushing, as if the sun had decided to move from its location, and into the soft cheeks of Rae. As the role of her best friend, Lucy knew it was her duty to be the "wingman" for the girl, and she sought to do so, even if the scene was already as funny as it was. "Nahhh, you can't just come here and waltz into our lives like that," She began, getting a bit closer to the male, then clenching her jaw tightly, and giving him a stern experession, in hopes of intimidation."You gotta go rob a small convenience store first, pal." Lucy ended.
There was a slight moment of silence before the teen burst out giggling, playfully hitting the fellow blonde right in his shoulder. She turned back to shoot her best friend a, "did you see the look on this guys' face," smile, but was put to a stop when she saw Rae was holding a green little insect, and oddly enough was showing around with it. Immediatly, the first thought that popped in Lucy's mind was to, 1) kick the little pest out of Rae's hands, then 2) flee , but seeing how her friend showed some care for it she didn't. Instead, Lucy went behind Jo, to which she was mutual enough with, and rested her chin on her shoulder, then eyeing both Will and Rae in digust, along with the pursing of her lips. After a few minutes of engrossed watching, Lucy went skipped over Jo, and threw her arms around Floyd's neck, leading him down the street before turning her head back, and calling at the rest of the crew.
"C'mon my fellow band of misfits! Benji's awaiting!!!"
Location: Outside of school > down the sidewalk || With: Jo, Floyd, Rae, Max, Will || Mentioned: Benji || Mood: Warmhearted: That Floydl touched her ; Disgusted: That Rae and Will were basically bonding over an insect ; Eager: To go to the café || Tags: @boyguro @Of the Red @Raerae @Dysphoria @AnimusLight @TheUnspokenGodess
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Resident Evil Brainrot
Maxwell Acosta
Lucy stands outside the school, looking impatient in Max's eyes. Floyd's excited call to her was amusingly noted by the black belt. The group approaches Lucy and right away she asks about their art teacher. Not interested in thinking about the old lady, the black belt lists the things he plans to do for the rest of the day. His tight schedule wraps around his head every time he dozes off -that or mental sparring (sabumnim did say it prepares you for any fight).
Despite his reluctance to skip training, he's joining the meet. A chance to leave this damn town is a chance to freedom and a better life. Max still hasn't asked them if he could bring his sister, since the two Acostas don't have any other family than their dad. The reason he's even in this plan is because he wanted his sister out of that house. Now that he's 18, he can take care of her on his own without a drunk beating him most of the time.
With a hand shoved in a pocket, his gaze watches the students flowing out of the front doors. Most of them are in a hurry to leave the hellhole, joining with their own friends and also probably talking shit about the teachers. Max plays with the slide phone in his pocket, sliding the small keyboard open and closed.
Max looks at the cigarettes offered by Lucy. He shakes his head; he couldn't afford smoking if he's continuing his sport. He glances at Jo who has a lollipop in her mouth. He wouldn't mind having one for himself instead of having his will of quitting smoking to be tested. He licks his lips, then bites them. Lucy's joke towards Will sends Floyd into a coughing fit next to him, which he watches with slight amusement. Max turns his focus to Rae who's protecting some insect on the floor; she's even got Will helping her out. Mantises reminded him of old kung-fu fighters in the movies, if they were shrunken down to less than two inches.
The feeling of second hand embarrassment is slowly creeping up on him the longer he looks at Rae and Will's interactions with each other. Lucy takes the initiative to get the party moving, swinging an arm around Floyd - well, that was interesting. Their foreheads smack into each other and the two fall back away from the other. Max wanted to rub his hand over his face just from watching that scene, really feeling that second hand embarrassment strong now. He sighs, frowning at Floyd, "Keep moving, man. I don't want to waste anymore time." Max didn't want to stay on campus any longer, wanting to be on schedule so he can return home before his father.
| Tag: @Everyone I guess | Character's Mood: Slightly tired | Animus's Mood: "asdfg" |
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Raerae
"Oh, Luce, always such a tease," Rae had mumbled, her voice gentle in the presence of the inquisitive insect in her hand.
While Will's shadow blocked out the sun beams beating down on the brunette, Rae remained crouched and thoroughly intrigued. The bug sat idly within her delicate palm, arms outstretched, eyes iridescent and observing the giant human cooing its scientific name. Softly, as if she feared scaring the creature, she responded to Will, whilst gently letting her index finger run along the off green backside of the little beasty. "Vicious? Look at this wittle face, Will."
In all honesty, it wasn't a pretty little creature, but Rae had always prefered wildlife to human company, especially in moments of tension. Her heart gave a string of sympathetic beats in correlation to Will's lilting tone, she loved that he hadn't forgotten their friendship, but wished the memories didn't seem like a life time ago. Her doe eyes peered up at him, topaz orbs hinting empathy beneath thick lashes, and as she rose to her feet, she offered a sweet smile. "We should do it again sometime, I could stand to walk in some mud, braid the horses hair, craft one of those purdy dandelion crowns, just like before."
"Lead the way, captain," she told him, eager to set the little guy down. The others paid little mind to the odd nature of their beloved brunette, and despite the fact they were getting a head start, she was determined to find a suitable spot for her new friend. Even Will could go ahead if he wanted, though she would prefer his company. "You know they eat humming birds?" She told him casually, and then chirped a little laugh, "Sorry, how morbid."
"I'm coming Luce!" Rae called lightly over her shoulder, but flinched when she heard the sickening smack of colliding skulls and whipped back around. She was so caught off guard with concern she tumbled backwards with an uncharacteristic clumsiness, tripping over her own heels, and her delicate body emitted an abrupt thud against the lawn as she landed. There was a moment of silence in her little world, the enthused beckoning of her technical brother and Lucy's obviously irked aura didn't penetrate the whirl her brain embraced. Her eyes met the sky, and completely disregarding her own status, both delicate hands shot up in the air, the mantis secured, unharmed, and still nestled in her palm. "Don't worry, he's okay! No harm done!"
While Will's shadow blocked out the sun beams beating down on the brunette, Rae remained crouched and thoroughly intrigued. The bug sat idly within her delicate palm, arms outstretched, eyes iridescent and observing the giant human cooing its scientific name. Softly, as if she feared scaring the creature, she responded to Will, whilst gently letting her index finger run along the off green backside of the little beasty. "Vicious? Look at this wittle face, Will."
In all honesty, it wasn't a pretty little creature, but Rae had always prefered wildlife to human company, especially in moments of tension. Her heart gave a string of sympathetic beats in correlation to Will's lilting tone, she loved that he hadn't forgotten their friendship, but wished the memories didn't seem like a life time ago. Her doe eyes peered up at him, topaz orbs hinting empathy beneath thick lashes, and as she rose to her feet, she offered a sweet smile. "We should do it again sometime, I could stand to walk in some mud, braid the horses hair, craft one of those purdy dandelion crowns, just like before."
"Lead the way, captain," she told him, eager to set the little guy down. The others paid little mind to the odd nature of their beloved brunette, and despite the fact they were getting a head start, she was determined to find a suitable spot for her new friend. Even Will could go ahead if he wanted, though she would prefer his company. "You know they eat humming birds?" She told him casually, and then chirped a little laugh, "Sorry, how morbid."
"I'm coming Luce!" Rae called lightly over her shoulder, but flinched when she heard the sickening smack of colliding skulls and whipped back around. She was so caught off guard with concern she tumbled backwards with an uncharacteristic clumsiness, tripping over her own heels, and her delicate body emitted an abrupt thud against the lawn as she landed. There was a moment of silence in her little world, the enthused beckoning of her technical brother and Lucy's obviously irked aura didn't penetrate the whirl her brain embraced. Her eyes met the sky, and completely disregarding her own status, both delicate hands shot up in the air, the mantis secured, unharmed, and still nestled in her palm. "Don't worry, he's okay! No harm done!"
With: Will, the poor soul | Mood: Dizzy; The mantis, it is life!
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spmo!
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Welcome to Mimi's !
It's a block away from the high school, tucked in between the thrift shop and a piercing parlor. The main occupants are stoners, college kids and the boys you wouldn't look in the eye. Mimi's was named after the owner, Laila Deveraux's grandmother and is currently staffed by her nieces, nephews and children,
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Jo Rinaldi
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Throughout the walk to Mimi's, Jo had been pouting like a scorned child-which she was. After begging Max to give her a piggyback and being politely denied a hilarious amount of times, she reacted in the most ladylike way and punched him in the stomach. That led to a full minute of Jo dedicatedly feeling his abs with a look of grudging admiration on her face. Then when her little exploration was over, Jo squinted up at Max, said "If you weren't so cute, I would gone for the face next. Hmph", and flounced off. Now, she knew that he could have hefted her over his shoulders and carried her like a sack of potatoes but that didn't stop her from ignoring that possibility. In the whole ten minutes it took to get there, Jo had chased three birds, checked out two people and ground against one pole.
Mimi's was treat to the senses. First, it smelled like heaven on Earth. Milk chocolate, vanilla, coffee, cigarettes, caramelized pecans and whisky all mashed together to form a delicious bricolage . Jo would have been perfectly happy standing there and sniffing. Second, plucky alternative rock played in the background soon to be replaced which heavy metal and then smooth R&B. The Devereux clan had an interesting music taste. Third, the furniture was velvety soft but comfortably worn down as if every guest had their particular seat. Fifth, the food was stellar. Cookies that had the most perfect crunch, cake that melted in your mouth and the baconiest bacon the world. Finally, it was gorgeous. The cafe reminded Johanna of a speakeasy and she had a obsession with the Roaring Twenties especially with flappers. In fact, most of her behavioral mannerism were inspired by them including the cursing and promiscuity. And in the middle of all of this flawed perfection was the equally unforgettable owner.
Laila Deveraux was 4'11, disturbingly intense Frenchwoman whose skin was the color of the moccacino Mimi's was so famous for. Jo was going there to pick up a muffin before heading to the local beauty shop to buy emergency tube of lipstick-no telling who she met there -when Laila decided she was too skinny and needed a slice of triple chocolate fudge cake. Johanna seemed absolutely terrified imagining the amount of calories in the pastry which prompted Laila to shove another slice on the plate. Jo tried to return it , the owner started arguing with her. Due to their reasonably thick accents, neither could understand each other but stubbornness won out. Finally, Jo caved in and accepted the cake, planning to dispose of it later. In a way, she ate her cake and had it.
Jo whirled around to point at Floyd, "Hey, lover boy ! You're the designated table picker..may I suggest the booth in the corner".
With:
"Those Vanilla Falls fuckers"
Addressed:
Max and Floyd
@boyguro @AnimusLight
Mood:
Cheerful | Lewd | Frustrated | Soon to be wary
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Resident Evil Brainrot
Maxwell Acosta
- Tagging: @Of the Red
Location: Lol Mimi's Cafe <- There is one where I live
Character Mood: Baffled
Animus's Mood: would rather code than write right now
Max was completely confused on their way to the cafe. He's never hanged out with so many hyper people. He's politely denied every advance from Jo while trying not to show his embarrassment. Why the hell did she want a piggyback ride from him? The thought of him playfully carrying anyone except his sister made his mind boggle. He wasn't even close to Jo; the black belt was giving the lady her respected space. The advances are not something he'll get used to when it comes to women. Just women in general - how do their minds work?
Jo's playful punch to the gut was actually effect. The woman somehow hit the correct spot, the solar perplexes, causing Max to let out an "oof." He feels Jo's hand running over his stomach with a look that he couldn't distinguish. After a full minute of Max suppressing more embarrassment, the junior says, "If you weren't so cute, I would gone for the face next. Hmph," and turns away. He lifts an eyebrow; she thought he was cute? Shit man, how was he cute when some students compare him to a rampaging German Shepard off its leash. An odd want to retaliate to her actions only added more puzzlement to the black belt. Max noted to double his training routine for tomorrow.
The first step into Mimi's and Max could smell the sugar in the air. He was more of a bitter black coffee guy than sugaring the crap out of anything. Sweets were great but there is a limit to that. Headaches seem to form after too much sugar is consumed causing Max to avoid eating many sweets often. The other scents, despite the sweetness, is more pleasing to him. The appearance and the choice of music wasn't Max's thing; he doesn't go to this cafe as much so it didn't matter.
The said owner of the cafe, Laila Deveraux, has Jo in her sights. The owner pushes the woman to eat a slice of cake, in his opinion looked really dense in chocolate that if someone were to eat that they would need to drink a whole gallon of milk. Max couldn't judge the content of the cake though, seeing that he's never ordered anything like that in the cafe. It was usually a coffee-and-go every once in a blue moon. Max did agree the owner's choice though; Jo is pretty skinny. Maybe a couple of pounds on her and a good workout or two, Jo would look healthy-fit. He wasn't going to admit his thoughts though, that would be rude.
Jo's playful punch to the gut was actually effect. The woman somehow hit the correct spot, the solar perplexes, causing Max to let out an "oof." He feels Jo's hand running over his stomach with a look that he couldn't distinguish. After a full minute of Max suppressing more embarrassment, the junior says, "If you weren't so cute, I would gone for the face next. Hmph," and turns away. He lifts an eyebrow; she thought he was cute? Shit man, how was he cute when some students compare him to a rampaging German Shepard off its leash. An odd want to retaliate to her actions only added more puzzlement to the black belt. Max noted to double his training routine for tomorrow.
The first step into Mimi's and Max could smell the sugar in the air. He was more of a bitter black coffee guy than sugaring the crap out of anything. Sweets were great but there is a limit to that. Headaches seem to form after too much sugar is consumed causing Max to avoid eating many sweets often. The other scents, despite the sweetness, is more pleasing to him. The appearance and the choice of music wasn't Max's thing; he doesn't go to this cafe as much so it didn't matter.
The said owner of the cafe, Laila Deveraux, has Jo in her sights. The owner pushes the woman to eat a slice of cake, in his opinion looked really dense in chocolate that if someone were to eat that they would need to drink a whole gallon of milk. Max couldn't judge the content of the cake though, seeing that he's never ordered anything like that in the cafe. It was usually a coffee-and-go every once in a blue moon. Max did agree the owner's choice though; Jo is pretty skinny. Maybe a couple of pounds on her and a good workout or two, Jo would look healthy-fit. He wasn't going to admit his thoughts though, that would be rude.
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Raebear
Rae hadn't said much during the walk, she loathed sidewalks when in the company of others. Usually, the brunette ended up a third wheel, or pushed off the curb and forced to walk in the street like a loner. Today had been better much to her relief, she stuck close to Will's side which ensured her a spot on the cement walkway, and managed to indulge in Joe's amusing antics to keep herself a tad involved. All the while, she was diligently pushing away what their real reasoning for coming to the cafe was. It loomed in the back of her mind, which was already like a Chicago intersection on a Black Friday, and further hushed her demeanour. Upon entering the cafe, she eagerly plopped down as Floyd picked the table, sighing in relief and then proceeding to figure out whether or not she should fold her hands on the surface, prop up her elbows, or settle her palms in her lap.
"Good thing I don't like strawberries then," She expressed her amusement, voice softer than usual. Her doe eyes were tempted to gaze out the window, but the same old sights and gripping wanderlust played the pros to convince her to leave. The cons were condemnation she couldn't handle, as a distraction she tore at the little splenda packets and started to form a mountain of sugar. She pressed her index finger to her lips for a bit of indulgence, but those topaz orbs were in and out, until there was a sudden shriek from a receding waitress and Rae tuned into Floyd's smugness. She didn't mind it at all and merely quirked her colored lips up halfway, offering a reaction despite her iffy composure. I can't bail now, we've been considering this forever, she told herself, eyeing her individual friends and noting for the first time, she'd actually miss people that would potentially walk out of her life.
But who will be there for mom? She wondered, brows furrowing as she thought about it reluctantly. Rae couldn't count on her younger sister, she'd probably buy a plane ticket to a foreign country the minute she just eighteen, or could ditch as soon as some loverboy persuades her to come be with him. Who would her mother have left? "I think I want a cinnamon roll," She tilted her head to the side, hair falling past her shoulders and brushing the table. Eventually, she rested her chin on thin folded arms, big eyes meeting those of the always mischievous Floyd. "No, a fruity drink, like a smoothie. Or maybe, like, an ounce of coffee with a cup of whipped cream?" She never could order anything simple, and huffed when the answers evaded her. Her plump lips pursed together, "White chocolate chip cookies! Or maybe a sundae... I'm kind of in an ice creamy mood, ya'know? Bleh, or not... I don't know..."
"Ugh, just surpsie me, someone."
"Good thing I don't like strawberries then," She expressed her amusement, voice softer than usual. Her doe eyes were tempted to gaze out the window, but the same old sights and gripping wanderlust played the pros to convince her to leave. The cons were condemnation she couldn't handle, as a distraction she tore at the little splenda packets and started to form a mountain of sugar. She pressed her index finger to her lips for a bit of indulgence, but those topaz orbs were in and out, until there was a sudden shriek from a receding waitress and Rae tuned into Floyd's smugness. She didn't mind it at all and merely quirked her colored lips up halfway, offering a reaction despite her iffy composure. I can't bail now, we've been considering this forever, she told herself, eyeing her individual friends and noting for the first time, she'd actually miss people that would potentially walk out of her life.
But who will be there for mom? She wondered, brows furrowing as she thought about it reluctantly. Rae couldn't count on her younger sister, she'd probably buy a plane ticket to a foreign country the minute she just eighteen, or could ditch as soon as some loverboy persuades her to come be with him. Who would her mother have left? "I think I want a cinnamon roll," She tilted her head to the side, hair falling past her shoulders and brushing the table. Eventually, she rested her chin on thin folded arms, big eyes meeting those of the always mischievous Floyd. "No, a fruity drink, like a smoothie. Or maybe, like, an ounce of coffee with a cup of whipped cream?" She never could order anything simple, and huffed when the answers evaded her. Her plump lips pursed together, "White chocolate chip cookies! Or maybe a sundae... I'm kind of in an ice creamy mood, ya'know? Bleh, or not... I don't know..."
"Ugh, just surpsie me, someone."
Location; Mimi's | Mood; Docile, light
