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[Elf_Ruler]

As far as Lemon knew she wasn’t at the church as early as she could be, but neither were her friends so she was off to find where she could help. Afterall it was her duty to her church and her community to help out as best as she could. Max was off doing his protest and making her feel as though anything she said was dumb, or naïve, or just utterly the worst idea to ever exist. All he could do was upset her and she wished she could punch him, but that was wrong. Inflicting pain on someone wasn’t the right thing to do, forgiveness and patience that was what she had to do. She could do it, she had to do it, her parents had raised her to be patient, loving, understanding, and to only hit back after being hit first. In the words of her mother, “A lady doesn’t start a fight but she sure as hell can finish one.” Even though Lemon had no fat or muscle on her and was sure to lose in a fight, she still knew the rules. AJ was her loophole; AJ would fight for her and so Lemon never seemed to have to deal with a fight. Though, she didn’t like AJ getting into fights for her either.

Once she was inside the church, she had looked around, really hoping to find anyone, because she was a little unsure of what to do. Grab a ladle? Cut vegetables? Was she even allowed to cut anything? She could wipe up the empty spots of the tables were there were crumbs. To find the rags. When she walked back towards the kitchen, she saw a brunette by the stove and she quietly approached the girl. She seemed lost in thought though her face was showing no expression.

Lemon quietly tapped the girl on the shoulder, “Hi, I’m Lemon.” Her small accent always appearing when she said her name, “I’m sorry if I startled you. I was wondering if you knew where I could find the rags. I wanted to help out. Or I can help you if you need help.” She gave the girl a soft smile. She hoped she hadn’t startled her, but if she was in thought then the chance of Lemon startling the girl was probably quite high. Lemon had been startled in such ways when she was lost in the deep recesses of her mind. In the thoughts where her mind let her disappear and for a moment fell like the world was at peace around her. Where her world existed, and the negativity of others couldn’t touch her. She was always startled back into reality and she hoped she hadn’t done the same to the girl in front of her.

PenguinFox

 

[KingofAesir]

Sawyer didn’t understand why every adult's car she’d ever been in smelled like pine air freshener and sadness. Maybe it was just because she hated being driven around that it smelled like sadness, oh well. Her father seemed to think she was incapable of taking care of herself, so she had to leave her beloved car behind as her dad drove her to the stupid church like she was some little kid getting dropped off at church camp. Her dad’s car also smelled like old french fries. She was convinced there actually were some old french fries in here somewhere. Gross. Oliver Andrews was probably more messy than Sawyer herself, and that was really saying something. She settled against the seat as her father climbed into the passenger seat. Her phone was held in her lap as she buckled her seatbelt, Twitter still open on it’s screen. Her dad glanced at it and shook his head as he put the car in drive.

“I think you kids talk more on Twitter than you do in actual real life.” He raised an eyebrow at Sawyer, “Everytime I get on there you guys are all yelling about one thing or another.” Sawyer just shrugged her shoulders as she typed responses to Harper on the app. He wasn’t wrong, she also felt like they talked more on here than in person. Honestly, Sawyer didn’t think she’d ever actually talked to Josie face to face. Huh. Maybe she should try to fix that.

“Most of the time I’m just making fun of Zach on here. Or getting mad at Evie, that seems to be getting more frequent.” Sawyer let out a deep sigh, “They grow up too fast.” Oliver chuckled at the mention of Evie and, again, shook his head.

“You told me she won’t leave well enough alone about Hyacinth right?” Oliver questioned, the overly loud turn signal in his truck almost drowning out the quiet words. Sawyer told her dad a lot of the things that went on with her. They’d been close ever since she was little, they had to be since he was all she had, and she hasn't stopped since she could talk. She’d talked to him about the whole thing with Hyacinth, mostly because she didn’t know what to do. So he of course knew of Evie being nosey. Her dad was her confidant when Harper wasn’t there to fill the role.

“Yeah. But apparently she’s not the only one now. Harper just told me she talked to her and now they’re apparently planning a party for me.” She chuckled.

“Party?” Oliver looked over at her confused, “But your birthday isn’t until December.” Sawyer simply shrugged in acknowledgement.

“I know. Harper sucks at talking to people.” Another chuckle and another turn signal and the church was in sight. Oliver looked over at his daughter as they pulled into the lot and put on his best stern father face.

“Listen,” Sawyer grinned and turned to him as he spoke, “stick with Harper, don’t do anything stupid, be nice to the people who need help in there.” He narrowed his eyes at her, “And put your hair up, you look like you just rolled out of bed.” Sawyer’s grin dropped as she reached up to pull her hair into a quick ponytail.

“Gee, thanks, dad.” Sawyer stuck her tongue out at him as she climbed out of the truck and he returned the gesture. She closed the door as hard as she could without slamming it and took off toward the church entrance.

“Have fun. Don’t leave this church and come home after.” Oliver leaned out the window and yelled at his daughter, but she was too busy thinking about how she could get out of there later to hear him.

The inside of the church was filled with kids already. There were people carrying boxes, others dropping the boxes, and someone smoking a literal cigarette in the middle of a church building. Sawyer made an incredulous noise before she took to scanning the place, she saw Josie in the kitchen and moved to annoy her like she said she was before remembering that she said she wouldn’t. Damn. But then she spotted a girl looking like she was about to run away at any moment and Sawyer was walking again. She was at Harper’s side a few moments later. That’s when she saw Hyacinth sitting in a chair in front of Harper. She hadn’t seen her before since Harper was standing in the way and even if she knew Harper said she was with her Sawyer’s reaction was the same. Hyacinth was practically surrounded by children and she looked just as radiant as ever, Sawyer couldn’t help the smile that came to her face.

“Well, hello there. If it isn’t my two favorite people.” She looked around at all the kids, “And a bunch of little goblins.” Several of the children giggled and others huffed at her description of them, “You guys like Hyacinth, huh?” A few small voices shouted yes and Sawyer squatted down to eye level with them, “Yeah me too. Did you know she’s a fairy?” A few gasps from the crowd and a starry eyed ‘really?’. Sawyer smiled and nodded her head, looking up at Hyacinth and winking.

“Yeah, she is. Magic and everything.” Sawyer glanced over at Harper and brought her voice down to a whisper as she leaned closer to the kids, “And Harper is a mermaid. If you throw water on her, her legs will turn into a fish tail.” They all gasped again and one spoke up louder than the others.

“If they’re a fairy and a mermaid, what are you?” Sawyer looked at him and pulled as serious a face as she could and lowered her voice as far as she could.

“You really wanna know?” They all nodded enthusiastically. She took a deep breath, looking around as if to make sure no one was listening, “I’m a vampire!” Sawyer lifted up her hands and lunged at the children as if she were going to attack them. A few of them screamed and ran off, the others just laughed. Sawyer straightened up again and grinned at the remaining children, putting a finger to her lips.

“Don’t tell anyone or I’ll have to eat you.” With that she turned her attention back to her friends, “Anyway, hi.”

Sawyer

"And I don't fucking sparkle."

location? church
outfit? still that jacket minus the fucking beanie
interactions? Hyacinth erzulie , Harper Dazzle , all the gremlins
any last words? Twilight sucked tbh

coded by incandescent

Spoiler

Sawyer didn’t understand why every adult's car she’d ever been in smelled like pine air freshener and sadness. Maybe it was just because she hated being driven around that it smelled like sadness, oh well. Her father seemed to think she was incapable of taking care of herself, so she had to leave her beloved car behind as her dad drove her to the stupid church like she was some little kid getting dropped off at church camp. Her dad’s car also smelled like old french fries. She was convinced there actually were some old french fries in here somewhere. Gross. Oliver Andrews was probably more messy than Sawyer herself, and that was really saying something. She settled against the seat as her father climbed into the passenger seat. Her phone was held in her lap as she buckled her seatbelt, Twitter still open on it’s screen. Her dad glanced at it and shook his head as he put the car in drive.

“I think you kids talk more on Twitter than you do in actual real life.” He raised an eyebrow at Sawyer, “Everytime I get on there you guys are all yelling about one thing or another.” Sawyer just shrugged her shoulders as she typed responses to Harper on the app. He wasn’t wrong, she also felt like they talked more on here than in person. Honestly, Sawyer didn’t think she’d ever actually talked to Josie face to face. Huh. Maybe she should try to fix that.

“Most of the time I’m just making fun of Zach on here. Or getting mad at Evie, that seems to be getting more frequent.” Sawyer let out a deep sigh, “They grow up too fast.” Oliver chuckled at the mention of Evie and, again, shook his head.

“You told me she won’t leave well enough alone about Hyacinth right?” Oliver questioned, the overly loud turn signal in his truck almost drowning out the quiet words. Sawyer told her dad a lot of the things that went on with her. They’d been close ever since she was little, they had to be since he was all she had, and she hasn't stopped since she could talk. She’d talked to him about the whole thing with Hyacinth, mostly because she didn’t know what to do. So he of course knew of Evie being nosey. Her dad was her confidant when Harper wasn’t there to fill the role.

“Yeah. But apparently she’s not the only one now. Harper just told me she talked to her and now they’re apparently planning a party for me.” She chuckled.

“Party?” Oliver looked over at her confused, “But your birthday isn’t until December.” Sawyer simply shrugged in acknowledgement.

“I know. Harper sucks at talking to people.” Another chuckle and another turn signal and the church was in sight. Oliver looked over at his daughter as they pulled into the lot and put on his best stern father face.

“Listen,” Sawyer grinned and turned to him as he spoke, “stick with Harper, don’t do anything stupid, be nice to the people who need help in there.” He narrowed his eyes at her, “And put your hair up, you look like you just rolled out of bed.” Sawyer’s grin dropped as she reached up to pull her hair into a quick ponytail.

“Gee, thanks, dad.” Sawyer stuck her tongue out at him as she climbed out of the truck and he returned the gesture. She closed the door as hard as she could without slamming it and took off toward the church entrance.

“Have fun. Don’t leave this church and come home after.” Oliver leaned out the window and yelled at his daughter, but she was too busy thinking about how she could get out of there later to hear him.

The inside of the church was filled with kids already. There were people carrying boxes, others dropping the boxes, and someone smoking a literal cigarette in the middle of a church building. Sawyer made an incredulous noise before she took to scanning the place, she saw Josie in the kitchen and moved to annoy her like she said she was before remembering that she said she wouldn’t. Damn. But then she spotted a girl looking like she was about to run away at any moment and Sawyer was walking again. She was at Harper’s side a few moments later. That’s when she saw Hyacinth sitting in a chair in front of Harper. She hadn’t seen her before since Harper was standing in the way and even if she knew Harper said she was with her Sawyer’s reaction was the same. Hyacinth was practically surrounded by children and she looked just as radiant as ever, Sawyer couldn’t help the smile that came to her face.

“Well, hello there. If it isn’t my two favorite people.” She looked around at all the kids, “And a bunch of little goblins.” Several of the children giggled and others huffed at her description of them, “You guys like Hyacinth, huh?” A few small voices shouted yes and Sawyer squatted down to eye level with them, “Yeah me too. Did you know she’s a fairy?” A few gasps from the crowd and a starry eyed ‘really?’. Sawyer smiled and nodded her head, looking up at Hyacinth and winking.

“Yeah, she is. Magic and everything.” Sawyer glanced over at Harper and brought her voice down to a whisper as she leaned closer to the kids, “And Harper is a mermaid. If you throw water on her, her legs will turn into a fish tail.” They all gasped again and one spoke up louder than the others.

“If they’re a fairy and a mermaid, what are you?” Sawyer looked at him and pulled as serious a face as she could and lowered her voice as far as she could.

“You really wanna know?” They all nodded enthusiastically. She took a deep breath, looking around as if to make sure no one was listening, “I’m a vampire!” Sawyer lifted up her hands and lunged at the children as if she were going to attack them. A few of them screamed and ran off, the others just laughed. Sawyer straightened up again and grinned at the remaining children, putting a finger to her lips.

“Don’t tell anyone or I’ll have to eat you.” With that she turned her attention back to her friends, “Anyway, hi.”

 

[0k_mang0]

HELLO

my name is

Colby

“Why does everyone have to put feelings behind a freaking drunken kiss. They mean nothing.”

Maybe to you, he thought about saying aloud while settling on the driver seat. But instead, Colby did a rare thing of keeping his mouth shut. Hearing Maxine’s remark reminded him of the semi-drunk kiss that he’d almost had not long ago, and thinking about it caused a small twist in his chest that made him silent for a moment.

“Well, for starters, I lost a bet to Malibu Ramen-head,” he answered his friend’s next question. “At beer pong.” Under normal circumstances, his response would’ve sounded lighthearted and amusing. And he did sound lighthearted mostly, to indicate that he wasn’t even a teensy bothered by the circumstances surrounding said beer pong game, but his partially dry tone probably hinted otherwise.

Colby recalled what he could as well as possible to tell Maxine. There was a bet that Zach made, something about allowing Colby to dance with Tatum at the beach party—a dumb thing to agree to do, he knew, but he remembered feeling really annoyed at Zach’s arrogance as the main reason that made him go along with the bet before losing on purpose. Colby also mentioned that Zach may have somehow cheated at beer pong: Malibu Ken lost several of his cups, but didn’t seem nearly as drunk as Colby had been. Sure, it was kind of Colby’s fault for not paying attention, but at least he had enough honor to play fair and square.

“And I just ended up here after the game ended,” Colby concluded with a dismissive shrug.

He paused for a moment to sip the remaining water from his bottle. “You remember me telling you about this girl I met at the house party that I sorta crashed a few months ago, during summer break? The same girl I almost kissed there ‘cuz I thought I was starting to like her? That was actually Tatum I met,” Colby confessed, slowly spinning the keyring of the car keys. “Maybe it was just the wine that made me think I liked her at the time. I dunno… I know, I’m an idiot sandwich. You don’t have to say it.”

He'd never actually told anyone else about this except to Maxine, but he left out the name. A mystery girl was better than a girl that he would see every day at school and knew he couldn't have because she's dating a jerk surfer Ken doll.

Jeez, he really was an idiot. Putting himself in a dumb love triangle situation like some dramatic, high school CW story—how could he do that to himself?

TAGS: with Maxine Dazzle , mention Tatum Elf_Ruler , Zach lion. ​

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: questioning how colby is so stupid

OUTFIT: yesterdays clothes, bags and bedhead

LOCATION: parking lot by the beach

basics

MENTIONS:
@korol
@Elf_Ruler
@lion.
INT:
@mel0_mang0

tags

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Maxine Rhodes

she wears darkness, like some wear the little black dress

Maxine leaned her head against the window of Colby’s truck, she was tired after last night and mentally exhausted from the stern talking Isa had attempted to put on her. Even if it hadn’t stuck. Maxine rocked her head against the back of the headrest to face Colby, any amount of at the mention of Malibu. “How could you allow that ramen head to win a bet.” She rolled her eyes sighing.

Maxine listened attentively to Colby, telling of all his adventures of the evening before. Maxine was surprised that they hadn’t run into each other the rest of the night, and now it made sense as to why. He had gotten himself trapped in some dumb macho bet, all over a girl.

“We drank a lot of whiskey earlier; he just probably didn’t drink as much as you.” Maxine groaned. “Or maybe you’re just a complete light weight.” She chuckled, letting her head fall back she punched Colby’s arm.

Maxine’s face dropped when Colby just gave her a look that meant he wasn’t kidding. “If you thought he was cheating, then why’d you throw the game?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Sounds like he didn’t deserve to win.” She shrugged her shoulders looking back over the dashboard again, the sun had already rose and the beach looked calm compared to the nights before.

As Colby’s story came to a close, he went on to retell one that Maxine had heard before over the summer. “Yea, I remember... You asked me to come, but I had... Other plans.” A sly smile crossed her face as she thought of the night she spent over Veronicas; they had their own fun that night. But there was no almost kisses. “I still don’t know why you didn’t follow through with kissing the girl- “

Maxine stopped midsentence when Colby told her that Tatum had been the girl. She continued to quietly listen to him.

“Well, you’re right.” Maxine paused. “You are an idiot sandwich.” She smiled tilting her head.

“But- I don’t think it’s the wine that made you like her.” Maxine pressed her lips together. “I think there is more to it than that.”

“Maybe, that night it was the wine. But I think you have truly grown feeling for her.” Maxine wasn’t sure what to say next. She just looked at Colby, trying to find the words to help him.

“Why would she go as far as to lead you on when she had a boyfriend.” Maxine punched the seat with her fist. “Like people who are happily in a relationship don’t do shit like that.” Maxine had no idea why she was getting so mad, she seemed madder than even Colby was.

She took a heavy breath. “Between the texts I have seen between you two, and now knowing that story. That’s pretty messed up on her part.”

“I don’t know Colby; it doesn’t seem like she’s going to be leaving that ramen head any time soon.”

Maxine looked over at Colby her eyebrows scrunched together. “Speaking of which.”

“What the hell do you have do now that you lost the bet.”

code by valen t.

 

[lion.]

MOOD: blaming fate

OUTFIT: -

LOCATION: Pantry, Locked In

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
erzulie

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Zachary Lee

Surf's up.

“The corner?” His tongue poked the inside of his cheek.

Without needing a secondary repetition from the Abdella sibling, Zachary Lee reacted with compliance as he passed Aisha to face the tri-corners of the wall. He stood there in his tall stature, debonair in a Sunday white tee with his back-turned. Angelic was a considerate summarization, but it became signally disproven when his face hooked with a slow spread of his signature grin. Acting disciplined, Zach’s hands folded across his chest, and pinning a corner to distantly stare at, he rakishly pointed out loud, “I don’t really know why you’re freaking out, Aisha. It’s not like we’re playing seven minutes in heaven.”

He flattered himself when he pivoted his head, a turnabout which put his marines blinking sturdily at resilient browns, “You’d be lucky then. I am a good kisser.”

That’s all he could do. And you knew that, Tatum Browne. So, why did you say it?

“Wouldn’t it be resourceful to help you count food?” He changed subjects like dates on a calendar. They had gone by minutes now in silence, while engaging in drafty phone screen texting. He furthered his monologue by quipping in, “Since, we’re stuck and I’m a volunteer too, you know.”

Aisha Abdella wasn’t going to have Lee help, which is why he felt self-justified for his next actions. Decidedly, he ended his way over to her with his long legs. A fine class of clashing heights and dividends of stares, and the clipboard was flexibly jerked from her manicured hands. He gave a pitfully gaze at the pen which remained in her clasp.

It’s not like he was going to write anything.

His pupils darted across the numbers, and he took a glance at Aisha Abdella. She was colder yet again, and he was back in his element of how Parish Point characterized him: cheery, golden, and arrogant. He stored away the worries of his morning, but it appeared that he couldn’t escape his guilt with the girl he was stuck with.

“You know,” he stoned on his use of words, as he flipped through the notes she had taken of the food on the shelves already, “I-”

“I didn’t know what happened to you that night till later.” He confessed, catching himself in a more drawn out paralysis, “If I had known, I’d-”

Have came for you? Are you sure about that Zachary Lee? You rejected her calls.

His hand flinched under the curve of the clipboard and he turned back to the foods aligned on the shelves.

“Looks like you never miscounted so far. Some things never change with you.” He wasn’t a quiescent speaker, but his vocals felt quelled.

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: Well rested

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: town hall

basics

MENTIONS:
lion. (Meera)

INT:
Chimney Swift (Ivy)

tags

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Graham Moore

can I go home now?

What. A. Night.


Graham didn’t know what to expect from a high school party, however he never expected to be assaulted by a crab. After convincing Meera he would be alright, he was able to drop her off at home for the night. But not before she could leave him completely speechless, Meera placed a kiss on his right cheekbone, right below his bruised eye. If that alone could have cured him, he would have been better right there.

Graham laced his fingers together to give Meera a leg up back onto her roof, in a swift motion she was up on the ledge leading into her bedroom window. Meera giggled ever so slightly as she sat down on the roof and waved goodbye to Graham. He felt as if he floated all the way back to his dorm after that. Despite his pounding headache and bruised eye, and a newfound fear of crabs, Graham had truly had a wonderful night.

He had the most sound sleep he had ever had in his dorm room. Most nights. Graham would toss and turn, missing home, wishing that he could have been at Anchor Bay High. But, tonight was different, maybe he was exhausted from the accident or maybe he was just starting to feel at home at Parish Point. He finally felt like he had friends, people who truly cared about him.

As soon as Graham’s head hit the pillow he was knocked out.

---​

Graham found himself wandering through town, he was supposed to be at the soup kitchen, but he had no idea where that was. He had messaged a few friends and hadn’t heard from any of them so Graham did what he could and tried to follow people to the soup kitchen. That was where everyone was supposed to be, right?

Quickly Graham found himself in a large crowd, they were yelling and screaming about the rights of Willy, and how the town had left the saving of Willy to a bunch of teenagers.

There was one kid who was chained to the side door of the town hall. Graham wondered why he had picked the delivery door over the front door. Most of the employees of the building just continued to walk through the front door.

Graham wondered how he had ended up at town hall, it was as if he had just appeared there.

Graham looked to his right and saw Willy the Whale with a giant sign that said ‘Whales Deserve Rights.’ Graham’s eyebrows raised up. He was so confused, how could Willy be here now.

“Hi Willy!” Graham smiled, happy to see the whale that had been rescued once again. Not even questioning that the whale was standing on its fluke.

“It’s Will-Ay” The Whale replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Graham turned back to face the crowd that had begun to disperse, the people were slowly disappearing, and being replaced by more pilot whales. “Wow.” Graham said under his breath. He couldn’t believe how many whales were fighting for their own rights, ‘they totally deserved rights like us’, Graham thought.

All of a sudden, a crustacean group came out of nowhere, they were storming the town hall! Their legs moved quickly sideways in a flurry with their multiple legs. Graham quickly lifted his hand to his eye to cover the bruise, they must have been after him. One of their friends had been used as a projectile.

When Graham lifted his hand to his eye, he realized that his head no longer hurt, and his eye no longer felt bruised or completely inflamed.

Now that was odd, a bruise does not go away that fast.

Graham looked up to see the crabs were no longer heading towards the building, they were now side stepping his way, with TORCHES. Graham tried to scream but nothing came out.
Graham shot up out of bed, gripping the sheets below him. He raised a hand to his eye, still bruised, but less painful and his headache had mostly subsided.

He was sweating, his dream had really been a rough one. But, maybe he was meant to have this dream, what the mayor did, making the kids save Willy was not right. Willy was upset in his dream, maybe that was Willy’s way of communicating with Graham.

Graham knew what he had to do. He had to speak for Willy because Willy could not.

Graham swung himself out of bed, quickly jumping in the shower and getting changed for the day.

He was ready, he was going to make a change in this world, whales deserved rights.


For Willy.

---​

Graham arrived at the mayor’s office rather quickly, poster in hand, with the word ‘Willy’ and a rather horribly drawn whale beside it.

The gathering at the town hall had many less people than Graham’s dream had perceived. But maybe Graham was early, he wasn’t exactly sure what time the protest was supposed to start. Graham was just very concerned about Willy’s rights and the fact that he could have gotten extremely hurt since the teens were not trained properly in how to rescue a whale.

It was so much smaller than Graham had pictured, there was only one other person at the town hall. A small dark-haired girl that Graham had not seen before, she was just holding a sign and marching around. From where Graham was, he could not read what the sign said.

Everyone else was just sitting out, watching the birds, or just enjoying a nice day after the stormy dreary days they had experienced prior.

Graham decided to approach the one other girl who seemed to be there for the same reason he was. “Hi!” Graham smiled. “Are you here to protest the whale’s injustice too?” Graham seemed rather hopeful that he wasn’t the only one who cared about the whales rights.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Impatient

LOCATION: Town Hall

basics

MENTIONS:
Max B.

INT:
Graham Dazzle

tags

TL;DR A new protester enters the fray

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Ivy Dawkins

You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault

Ah, finally. Just as Ivy grew bored enough to half consider ditching for the oh-so-popular soup kitchen, a fresh new face arrived at the town hall. Some skinny boy, roughly her age or thereabouts, sporting an almost comical black eye. She waved him over, a Cheshire Cat grin spreading over her face.

"You like the sign?" Ivy swung her picket sign around so the boy could have a better look. Hastily constructed out of cardboard, colored construction paper and what looked to be part of a wooden fence, it read in big green letters: FUCK OFF FLINT - NO GOVERNMENT - EXERCISE YOUR FIRST AMENDMENT FOR AMUSEMENT. The poster was embellished with glitter glue and a drawing of a hand holding up its middle finger. "I made it this morning. I think afterwards I'm gonna hang it up in my room. You know, to remember this great day in history. The world will never be the same. Flint's ass will never be the same."

She rolled her eyes up at the boy's obvious question, wondering if she really needed to give a full answer. She decided to humor it, mostly because it wasn't like she was going to get much entertainment out of being sullen. And she needed the entertainment, my god... She didn't think she'd beem this bored since she was a sheltered little daughter of a family in DC. "Yep, I'm just here for Mark Bolshevik's battle against the regime. Seemed more fun than ladling soup." She mused, resting the tree branch she held in her other hand against the stair railing. It was getting heavy. "Not that anyone really cares what Miles Butterscotch is so upset about anyway. Why are we even out here? I don't fuckin know. Save the whales, fuck Flint I guess. Really bucking the system out here, Mack." She laughed out loud, twirling the sign like a baton. She'd been picking fun at that rich boy's name for so long she didn't even think she could say it right if she tried. Probably the funniest thing about this whole ordeal was that there was at least one person taking it dead seriously.

"So why're you out here, huh? Wanting to fight the good fight?" She asked the boy in front of her, wanting to pass the time until the rest of the tiny group dragged their way to the town hall. She knew all those kids were probably battling nasty hangovers after last night, but didn't see why they couldn't just suck it up and move a little faster. Ivy didn't have all day.

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: Well rested

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: town hall

basics

MENTIONS:
lion. (Meera)

INT:
Chimney Swift (Ivy)

tags

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Graham Moore

can I go home now?

Graham was happy that he wasn’t alone at the protest, though he had expected more people to have shown up. He thought more people cared about Wallay the whale and his pod. That was the whole reason that the protest was started, wasn’t it? “Oh, uh.. Cool!” Graham wasn’t exactly sure who flint was. “Is Flint the mayor?” He asked raising an eyebrow. He clutched his poster close to his chest. “Your poster came out great though, I’m sure it will look good on your wall!”

Graham bit the inside of his cheek. Maybe coming because his dream told him to hadn’t been his best idea. “I hope that we make a change today, anything to make this town better and more aware of the whales and beaching.”

He wasn’t sure who Mark was… Or Miles at that. Had she meant Max? Graham had only met very few people in Parish Point, and they had all been from Hartfield, so maybe she was talking about Parish Bay students.

“My name isn’t Mack…” Graham muttered, he let himself trail off. “I’m Graham by the way..”

She asked why he was out supporting the protest, he felt like it was better to keep to himself that a dream had told him to come. Was he here to fight a good fight? He figured he must be, the way the beached whale was handled wasn’t right for the whale. It wasn’t fair to the whale. “I guess I am here to fight the good fight.”

“Doesn’t the bruise on my face prove it.” He pointed to his mangled eye, chuckling lightly. “We need better protectors for those who can’t protect themselves.” He hiked up his sign, more convinced than before that he needed to make a change.

code by valen t.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Amused

LOCATION: Town Hall

basics

MENTIONS:
Oliver

INT:
Graham Dazzle

tags

TL;DR
Graham's kind of fun, for the time being...

tl;dr

Ivy Dawkins

You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault

"Graham..." Ivy rolled the name around in her mouth, repeating it under her breath a few times with amused curiosity. "Like some kinda 18th century farm boy. You know Hyacinth's cranberry bog? Is that where you sprouted out of?" She laughed again, flashing her white teeth in a wide and almost inviting smile. Her dark eyes lit up like embers. "Nah. You're an out-of-towner. You don't even know who Fishy Flint is."

Ivy neglected to mention that she herself was from out of town. Out of state, in fact. Indeed, she'd been in Parish Point less than half of a short year. Hence why she didn't know anyone. Not the private school kids, nor her own classmates, and certainly not any of the adults. She just liked to act like she already knew everything.

She hadn't introduced herself yet, she realized. With a cocky smirk, she switched her picket sign to her other hand to extend one to Graham, not caring whether or not he wanted to shake it. "I'm Ivy. Parish Bay High's resident nerd repellant."

She tilted her sign over her shoulder, heaving a sigh as though she'd ran a mile to get here. "I'm so booooored." She moaned, throwing her head back to gaze up at the town hall's sloping roof. "When the fuck is Mike getting here with his lady friends?" She knowingly turned back to Graham, as if to silently thank him for being bright and early. "I swear to christ, some kids always act like it's their first hangover." She paused with a thoughtful look on her face, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at Graham's bruised socket. "Looks like you had a fun night, Graham." She teased. "You're not the kid Ryan punched out, right? I could've sworn it was ghost boy. Heard he pulled a knife before he went down... skewered Ryan like a chunk of pineapple. Pretty badass, for such a weedy little punk. ...you don't look like you could have a knife if you wanted one. Mommy says no sharps, huh?"

code by valen t.

 

[0k_mang0]

HELLO

my name is

Colby

“You know, I wouldn’t have been any better than him by trying to win beer pong just for one dance. I mean, that the douche bag was betting on his own girlfriend,” he said. “just because he doesn’t like the idea that his girlfriend can dance with whoever she wants to. I think he has some inferiority complex or whatever.” Colby remembered what Zach had said before the beer pong game: Prove it that you could be a better boyfriend to Tatum. If that didn’t scream jealousy… Or it could be possessiveness. Someone should really psychoanalyze that ramen head of his someday.

Colby slowly leaned away from Maxine after she punched her seat. Yeah, it was kind of strange seeing that his old friend was the one more upset about his feelings than himself. He should probably feel just as upset, except it would be his fault if he believed (which he didn’t) he’d have a chance at Tatum.

“To be fair, I didn’t ask her if she had a boyfriend or not first until she told me,” Colby said, shrugging nonchalantly. “I just wanna be a good friend to Tatum right now, nothing more than that. Seriously,” he emphasized to really mean it. “I’m not trying to force or trick her into having feelings about me like some poorly written Wottpod love story. The last thing I wanna be is a homewrecker. Besides, I doubt I’m even her type,” he added with a small wry smile. Maybe he should find another girl to date, but he doubted he was anyone else’s type either.

Colby glanced up at the truck’s ceiling as he slowly recollected his memories. “Well... I think I was supposed to stay away from Tatum all night at the beach—not a problem since I passed out,” he answered. “Also, I think I have to dye my hair all week. That was kinda my fault for suggesting that.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Judging by the scolding messages from his grandmother that he skim-read, Colby may be running a little late on his errands. He had promised to help deliver the several dozens of muffins that she made all morning, plus care packages that Sleeping Hedgehog helped gather on their part for the soup kitchen. Shit... Well, at least his head wasn’t hurting so much now.

After starting the truck’s engine—and bracing himself for said engine’s loud rumble in the first moment—Colby informed Maxine that he had to head back home and get ready. “Want me to drive you back to your place? Or do you want to talk about how you slept on Noemie’s floor instead of somewhere more comfortable at her place?”

TAGS: with Maxine Dazzle , mention Tatum Elf_Ruler , Zach lion. ​

 

[Dede]

Martin

​

“Kids, amiright?” the woman said.

Martin chuckled into his wrist. It was awkward that they chuckled at the same time, so he pretended to cough instead.

“Oh, believe me. I know exactly what you mean,” he replied. “My son is a handful. He’s. . . well let’s just say he’s one of a kind.”

The kind that came home last night smelling of sewage. But that detail was better left unmentioned.

“He’s just turned fourteen and his best friend is apparently a whale he rescued yesterday.”

Martin stood in a priestly calm, with his hands clasped in front of him. He began wondering if it was just Jen and her daughter who moved here six months ago. Despite the attractions of red apples and pockets of swimmable beaches, Parish Point could be a cold and bleak place to come and start a new life. Where was the husband in all this hectic time? But it would be too rude to ask such a personal question, at least directly. Thankfully, a priest was naturally good with words, and Martin, with many years of ecclesiastical training behind him, had long ago mastered the art of circumlocution.

“Is Evie your only daughter? So it’s just the three of you, in a new town, I’m sure that must have been a daunting prospect at first.”

She would have noticed his British accent and surmised that he wasn’t from around here. So that was one thing they had in common. Who knew, priests were relatable after all. He even had a Twitter account, which was very hip of him.

“Well, I take it you’ve settled into the town life. I hope you will feel at home here. Believe me everyone is welcome at our church. We’d like to think that we’re all one big family, whatever our beliefs. It’s a small town, and everyone has to look out for each other.”

She carried on speaking and Martin gave a blank look. What kind of stuff was she not into?

“Oh, you could call me father if you like. Many people call me father. But the name’s Martin. Martin French.”

He reached for a handshake and suddenly remembered that they had already shaken hands just a few seconds ago, and again this awkward moment was averted by him pointing to the old wooden doors.

“Please, allow me to give you a tour of our humble church. I know it isn't much, but this place is steeped in history.”

He began walking expecting her to follow.

“That storm the other night was quite something, wasn’t it? A large tree came down and grazed the back hall, and we had a leaking roof to contend with. Thankfully all that is fixed.”

Soap

 

[erzulie]

mood

happy

location

soup kitchen

outfit

outfit!

tags

interactions: harper Dazzle sawyer KingofAesir
mentions: n/a

hyacinth

she’s made of sweet tea & poetry

Hyacinth only stared at Harper for a few moments in silence before she was smiling once again. “That’s very sweet of you Harper! It’s true that her birthday isn’t soon but there’s nothing wrong with getting a head start. I’d love to help you plan it out.” It was nice to know that Sawyer had such a caring and thoughtful friend like Harper and she didn’t enjoy planning things. Though her type of party was probably different from what others considered a party. Hyacinth wasn’t worried however, she was very sure that she knew Sawyer well enough to plan something that she’d enjoy and appreciate.

Luckily for them it seemed like Sawyer hadn’t heard what they had been talking about. Hyacinth hadn’t noticed her until she’d reached them, as Harper was blocking her view. As usual her tone was that of admiration when she greeted her longtime friend. Hyacinth couldn’t keep the smile off of her face while she watched Sawyer interact with the children. When she finally turned her full attention over to Harper and herself Hyacinth spoke again. “Hello Sawyer. I’m glad that you could make it. How are you?” She glanced at her cast for a moment.

“I don’t think anyone will make you do anything with your foot. Or you could do something that won’t put a strain on it.” Hyacinth moved over a little, gesturing for Sawyer to sit beside her. She had been working hard so it would be a little bit before she’d go back to serving soup.

nine lives

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: scared?

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: town hall

basics

MENTIONS:
Dak (Ryan)
(Oliver)
(Max?)

INT:
Chimney Swift (Ivy)

tags

TL;DRscared of knife boy

tl;dr

Graham Moore

can I go home now?

Graham nodded at her description of his name, barely listening at first till he realized she had called him some 18th century farm boy, he skewed up his face. Confused as to how she had even come up with the reference. Quietly he shrugged his shoulders, not exactly knowing with Hyacinth’s cranberry bog was. He had only been there a month, and yet he still felt like he didn’t know the town. Obviously, the girl in front of him knew so much more than him and was definitely a towny.

“I just moved here for school..” He said rather unsurely, of course he knew he was new. But he wasn’t sure he should of admitted to it. “Both my siblings attended Hartfield and my parents wanted me to get the best education..” Graham was rather solemn talking about moving to Parish, he still didn’t feel at home in this town, but he did hope that maybe this all would change since he was going out of his way to protest against injustice. He was sure his parents would be proud of him, and maybe he would make some new friends along the way. The girl in front of him seemed nice enough overall. “Well I am glad to have some company here.” He laughed nervously as she called herself resident repellent. He wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, maybe she ate lots of broccoli and it kept people at bay.

Graham continued to laugh rather awkwardly, his cheeks blushed. He wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the phrase lady friends. At this point he wasn’t even sure who Ivy was referring too. She had mentioned a bunch of M names at this point and he wasn’t sure any more if she just didn’t know the boys name or if there was a lot of kids named with the letter M in this town. “Hangover?” Graham was confused at the mention of this, he had only ever heard of the Hangover movie. And they were all adults, could teens get sick like that too?

He was brought out of his thoughts by Ivy asking about his eye. He lifted his hand to touch the bruise that reached just to his cheek bone. “Oh yea. This old shiner” He chuckled, sounding more like his brother, more confident in himself.

“Nah.. I got hit with a crab.” He laughed deeper. “I wish it was a better story, but I am just some miscalculated throw.”

“P-pulled a knife?” Any sort of confidence he had gained utterly crumbled and melted away. “Who pulled a knife?” His eyes went wide, it must have been a rather big kid that was confident enough to pull a knife on Ryan. Graham had seen Ryan around school, he was a senior but he was in a lot of sophomore classes. Though Graham was a freshman he was able to get into sophomore English due to his credits from Anchor Bay. Ryan would sit in the back of the class etching carvings into his desk.

“Is he in jail??” Graham was scared of Ryan but someone who would pull a knife scared him even more, and he wanted to make sure he avoided them.

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: questioning how colby is so stupid

OUTFIT: yesterdays clothes, bags and bedhead

LOCATION: parking lot by the beach

basics

INT:
0k_mang0 (colby)
MENTIONS:
r e i (isa)
Elf_Ruler (tatum)
lion. (zach)
LooneyLani (noemie)

tags

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

tl;dr

Maxine Rhodes

she wears darkness, like some wear the little black dress

“You know, I wouldn’t have been any better than him by trying to win beer pong just for one dance. I mean, that the douche bag was betting on his own girlfriend,” he said. “just because he doesn’t like the idea that his girlfriend can dance with whoever she wants to. I think he has some inferiority complex or whatever.” Colby remembered what Zach had said before the beer pong game: Prove it that you could be a better boyfriend to Tatum. If that didn’t scream jealousy… Or it could be possessiveness. Someone should really psychoanalyze that ramen head of his someday.

Maxine rolled her eyes as Colby said that he wouldn’t have been any better than Zach. “You’re. Such. An. Idiot.” She scooted herself so she was facing him front on, curling her legs up under herself. “One.” She pointed a single finger up. “No matter what you do, you will always be better than ramen head.”

She sighed. “Two.” She flicked up a second finger up, her face was straight. “You idiot sandwich.” She dropped her hand back beside her. “YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO DANCE WITH HER.”

“Couldn’t you have just won and told her what a shitty boyfriend she has by saying he bet you a dance with her???!!” She furrowed her eyebrows together, man did she love Colby, but he really wasn’t thinking.

“I don’t know why you even like her, yea she’s hot.” Maxine rolled her eyes. “But look at how she talks to you.” Maxine pulled his phone out of his hand. “If you were in Zach’s position, how would you feel if she was talking to other guys like that.” She scrolled through his twitter messages pointing at all the times Tatum had called him ‘kitten’ or other pet names. “Like if I was in a relationship with her, I’d hate that.”

She tossed the phone back at him crossing her arms. “It’s pretty messed up if you ask me. She acts like she doesn’t even have a boyfriend.”

“She gave you all the signs she wanted to kiss you and last minute decided that her boyfriend wouldn’t like that. That’s bad morals there.”

Maxine made a face when Colby said he just wanted to be friends with Tatum, she knew that was bullshit, Colby was not a good liar. “yea, ‘friends’” She used her hands to put air quotes around friends, throwing her back against the seat of his car.

“You’re not being a homewrecker when the home is already obviously wrecked.” She turned to stare out the window. Truth be told, she wasn’t even sure why she was getting more upset than him over the whole situation. What did it matter to her if Colby dated Tatum or not? Her eyes shot open as she heard Colby mention the other half of the bet.”

“WAIT. YOU’RE TELLING ME WE COULD’VE SEEN ZACH WITH PINK HAIR AND YOU PASSED THAT UP.” She smacked Colby in the shoulder with the back of her hand. “That’s the whole reason you should of followed through with the dares.”

“Idiot sandwich” She murmured.

She looked at Colby doe eyed. “I honestly, don’t want to do either.” She pouted; she had no interest in going home on a normal day. “Can I just come with you on your deliveries?”

“I was going to go to that stupid protest, but Max told me I was a horrible friend and now I don’t want to protest his bullshit.” She shrugged her shoulders, pulling her seatbelt across her body.

She looked out over the horizon. “and the whole reason I didn’t get the bed was Isa basically threw me out of it.” She rolled her eyes again. Her eyeballs must have been getting a workout from the number of times she had rolled them due to Colby’s stupid tendencies. Just from this car ride alone they were tired, and they hadn’t even left the parking lot. Though that might have had something to do with the slight hangover she currently had.

code by valen t.

 

[erzulie]

mood

negative lol

location

soup kitchen

outfit

here

tags

zach lion.

Aisha/Amir

Aisha/Amir

Aisha/Amir

Aisha was satisfied that Zachary seemed to have followed her direction without trouble. It was better like this in her opinion, she could just pretend that he wasn’t there at all. Ever since their falling out the two of them never really crossed paths that much and she was fine with that. Aisha didn’t have a problem with cutting people out of her life, especially those who didn’t deserve to be in it. It didn’t matter that the two of them had been best friends at one point, inseparable had been how people had described them in the past. But that was over and done with now. It looks like she had been wrong to assume that he’d be there for her like she had been for him throughout their life. That their relationship was so easily tossed aside like trash.

It wasn’t until he approached her that she realized that he’d been talking to her the entire time. Aisha’s gaze remained icy as she watched him go look over the clipboard. She watched him in contempt, wondering how he could still speak to her as if nothing happened. As if he still had the right to talk to her as if they were friends. Her hand clenched around the pen when he spoke again. He fumbled over his words and in that moment she was reminded of Zach, the boy who had been someone she’d been childhood friends. The same one who would she could tell any and everything to. He’d been there to see many of her ups and downs just as she’d been there to see his

“You would have what? You would have left her all by herself to play knight and shining armor for me? Is that it? You must think that I’m stupid.” Aisha tilted her head, much like her cousin would do when she was thinking. “Aren’t you tired of lying? Even to yourself?” She shook her head. Aisha took a step closer, her eyes were narrowed and holding a variety of emotions. “ Can’t you be okay for one night?! I-“

Amir opened the door with a hard shove. Having come from his break he’d been ready to stock once again when he realized that the door wasn’t budging. Vaguely he could hear voices inside and for a moment he had been confused. Why hadn’t Aisha texted him to get her out and who was she talking to? As soon as she’d realized that she was stuck Amir knew that she’d be quick to complain and dial him.

Silently he took in the scene in front of him, his sister standing closely to her once friend. Her posture was tense and when her head turned in his direction he could see a certain look in her eyes. The same look that had been there when she’d gotten home from that party years ago. Amir frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything Aisha had pushed past him without a word.

Her gaze then settled on to Zach, his eyes hard like steel as he eyed the blonde. He had realized that something had gone on between them but he had brushed it off. People fell off all the time, people came and went and that was a part of life. But now he knew that something was up. “What’s going on?” He narrowed his eyes, looking much like his twin. “What happened?”

coded by reveriee

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Gossip Girl

LOCATION: Town Hall

basics

MENTIONS:
Oliver
Ryan

INT:
Graham Dazzle

tags

TL;DR Talking shit about people is fun

tl;dr

Ivy Dawkins

You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault

"A crab." Ivy repeated in a deadpan as if she didn't quite believe it. "You got hit by a crab. What, did it crawl up your face and punch you?" God, this Graham kid was hilarious. Every naive little newcomer thing he said was a crumb of gold to Ivy. By the time she explained the little she knew of the Ryan Situation, the poor boy was nervously demanding to know whether Oliver had been arrested. Ivy was absolutely beaming like a toddler on Christmas morning. Finally, some good quality time with someone who knew nothing.

"Jail? Send Turtle Boy to jail? They'd never." Ivy chuckled at the very thought. "You know what Ryan did, right?" Her hands balled into fists and she made a violent gesture in the air in front of her. Her way of saying she didn't know exactly what had happened, just that there had been some grievous bodily harm involved. She deeply regretted having been preoccupied at that particular moment in time. "Trust me, we're all glad Ry-Ry got stabbed. We just didn't think Oliver Twist had it in him."

It finally clicked with her, in that moment, that Graham didn't know any of these people by name. He probably thought she was talking nonsense. She backtracked, pursing her lips as if in deep thought. "You were at the party, right? You saw Ryan I'm sure. Blondish, got a neck about as thick as his skull? Thinks he's a tyrant king but is actually some kinda JROTC dweeb? Thinks punching walls makes him look badass? That's the guy who got stabbed. Oliver's that short pale kid who always looks kinda dead. He's like, kinda not all there or something. I don't think he can talk. I guess he's an attempted murderer now, though." She nodded to herself, relatively proud of her description of the two boys. She was glad to be the one introducing Graham to the young faces of Parish Point.

Ivy liked to think her way of seeing the world was much more colorful and indiscriminate than everyone else's. Others liked to describe this phenomenon as being an asshole.
She had no time for platitudes or sensitivity. She could look at a person and instantly find their most awkward and unflattering facets. She used this feat for personal enjoyment, at the expense of everyone else involved.

Graham was especially interesting, though, because he was new like her, and yet not at all like her. Ivy had already made up her mind about everything and everyone. Graham seemed still as fresh and dumb and curious as a baby deer.

"So, you're a Hartfield kid. I guess you feel pretty good about that, huh? They say it's a nice school, if you can make the grades. And the tuition. But heyyy, did you have fun at your first Parish Point party, Graham? Aside from getting mugged by a crab..."

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: depressed/distant

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: Church

basics

MENTIONS:
KingofAesir (sawyer)
erzulie (hya)

INT:
open

tags

TL;DRharper running from talking to people and being splashed by a mermaid

tl;dr

Harper Anderson

when you wear a mask for so long, you forget who is behind it.

Harper smiled, Hyacinth was always so kind and genuine with her words. If only she knew that Harper had made that up on the spot and that Sawyer truly hated surprises. Harper was not good at talking to people, especially when she didn’t know them. At least Hya had believed her story on wanting to plan a surprise party for Sawyer.

Harper breathed a sigh of relief as Sawyer came up beside her. Finally, not alone failing at making conversation with the easiest person to talk to. How Harper had any friends was a mystery… Then again, Sawyer had forced them to become friends when she moved to town, and Harper wasn’t so stand offish then.. And well Max… She didn’t have to use actual words with him, she could think before she signed to him, maybe it made her a bit slower to respond but at least she wasn’t making a complete fool of herself and setting up surprise parties every other day.

“You’re just great with kids.” She laughed crossing her arms she nudged Sawyer with her elbow. She had terrified half the kids and intrigued the other half. A few of them were eying her rather suspiciously and Harper became quite… concerned.

Harper scoffed as Hya said that Sawyer wouldn’t be forced to do anything. “I mean, they might not make her, but that definitely won’t stop her.” She laughed. “She won’t allow the guys to show her up. Boot ankle and all.”

Harper noticed as Hya gestured for Sawyer to join her, she wiggled her eyebrows at Sawyer, receiving a punch in the arm from her. “Hey!” She laughed rubbing her arm dramatically.

“That hurt.” She pouted her bottom lip.

Harper turned back to Hya and the kids at her feet, they still were staring at her with mischief in their eyes. Harper narrowed her eyebrows, looking between Saywer and the kids at the table below them. She could not read children very well, at least not as well as Hya obviously could. They seemed to be watching her rather carefully, and Harper wasn’t exactly sure if she should move.

She felt they were lions hiding in the hedge, and she was their prey. Harper had no idea what their next move would be.

Harper turned away for a moment to say something to Sawyer beside her and that was her mistake. She took her eyes off the lions in the hedge, and now they were about to pounce. The little boy that had been eying her since Sawyer had told her story of all of them being folk characters, lifted his plastic cup full of who knows what and tossed it right at Harpers legs.

Harper gasped as the cold drink hit her lower legs, soaking through her jeans. ‘Fuck you’ mouthed at Sawyer. Blaming her for the entire encounter, everything had been going along just fine till she showed up. At least the kids were refusing to make eye contact with her before, Harper preferred it that way.

“I think that’s my cue.” She said pressing her lips together, she nodded. “I’m gonna go..” She pointed really nowhere. “Try to clean this up.”

“Have fun.” She waved to the two girls before heading off in the opposite direction.


Harper was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the amount of people that surrounded her in the church. She needed a break from all the talking, she felt like she was hearing everyone’s conversation and missing her own thoughts as she went.

She needed a moment to breath and needed to hear herself think for a moment, she made her way to the front doors.

As she stepped outside, she pushed the double doors open taking a deep breath of fresh air. Harper walked around the side of the building, she leaned her back against the building. Harper shook out her hands before slowly sliding her back down the wall she placed her head in her hands.

Harper hadn’t realized how exhausted she was from the night before until now, she was used to her brother not coming home at night. But, she couldn’t stop thinking about what had her dad leaving his room.

And the way her body froze when she heard her doorknob turn that morning had her entire body on edge, still feeling the aftermath of it. She looked up from her hands, crossing her arms she rested them on her knees, looking out on the green grass and grey sky across from the church.

code by valen t.

 

[lion.]

MOOD: sad, also poking fun

OUTFIT: -

LOCATION: Church

basics

MENTIONS:
erzulie

INT:
Dazzle

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Zachary Lee

Surf's up.

“Aisha-”

His eyelids blinked slower in decimalities that knew the gale of effects from taking a hundred sedatives. Amnesic coma of the memories of the relationship that died on the vine that specific night supervened into his blinks. The thrall of his regrets put him back to the infant-like times where oranges somersaulted the sky and made it drip creamsicle. Flopping underneath, were two freshmen with uptown sneakers, clothes having a green day from the busybody of grass. That Zachary Lee had words and promises scripted of his own paradise. He had talked to Aisha with a voice that was even to the ground they laid on. It didn’t come from the outposts of vanity or edifices of deceit. He was just a boy then too. A splendid one with tossed blonde hair, and encrusted with eyes that had a pitcher full of the age-old Fountain of Youth. There was no circumstance, however, that wanted to keep the past away from his present. His past wanted to stay in his handsome present, but it brought with it a drought. Thereafter, his popularity razed him dry. Blinking, the hourglass of time tipped forward and cracked. Aisha, the younger one, who flushes full of a smile disperses, replacing the one that arrests him with a charge that chains him against bars from knowing her any longer. The door, on a drumbeat, swung wide open.

Give up, Zach.

Zach’s hands loosen, rooming them towards himself. He’s crass when he says, “Nothing happened, Amir.” He lightens as soon as he realizes how deep his octave had gotten. “We were stuck and ended up arguing over how many flour bags there were. Your sister’s always been stubborn with math.” He laughs, delectably, like a song that’s untuned while making his way towards the door. He extends Amir the clipboard, patting it into the apex of his chest in a haste. He doesn’t turn back. Aisha Abdella was better free of him than lost gazing over mirrors in his pond that had no freshwater.

Give up on them.

He was short of breath. In the wind of a turn, had he seen a glimpse of Tatum? Was it just another blonde?

Damned. He was damned in the church because his demons latched on stronger.

With extraordinary speed which seeks a transit for an escape, he’s outside. The sounds of the morning lapse over his ears, carrying the amplitudes of canary, robin, chutes of cars driving in the fairness of the street. The first sight that occupies him is the sky, which is a vision of clearness that takes the liberty to expand into his soft inhale. The second is the girl who sits cowered into her knees. She was one of those faces that could be a map; you could find a route of connection with the bleariness at how she occupies herself with the same landscape. She has a face of both empyrean and human with her close-curling brunette hair and round eyes. She doesn’t notice him instantaneously, but he changes his displacement, when he feels the vantage of her head turn. The features of her face become a little closer to familiarity.

“I think I know you from somewhere, don’t I?” he considered audibly, “Tell me if I’m wrong.” His neck daunts back towards the wall, pupils defying the need to stare ahead, and focus rather on her.

“Past hook up? Can’t be. Not my type.” His guesses slip from his tongue.

“Sawyer’s friend-stealer? Closer,” he defined, mouth mildly lifted with a smirk. Bobbing his head with a light nod, a knowledge of who she is makes known in the conception of identities.

“Or-” He’s vividly simpering now, charmingly encountering her again with an array of pearly teeth. A climatic pause, and he resumed, “If I remember carefully from Twitter, the hero of the story... girl who is all for saving and changing Parish Point.”

“This is good,” he pressed , “I’ve been waiting to meet Harper in person.”

“Because I hate to break it to you, but I’m a true villain, and sitting there like that really doesn’t add to your storyline,” he emphasizes, offering a hand to help her up, “Zach, if you didn’t know.”

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[PenguinFox]

Talking the night away with Lemon had honestly been quite enjoyable for Ian. He knew he was going to get so much teasing from Tatum for it but it's not like he wasn't entirely used to it. After enough insistences to the contrary she would drop the notion of him having a thing for Lemon. He had only just met her, and maybe she was kind of cute but Ian really had to know someone before being able to say he liked them. Talking for one night didn't really constitute knowing someone.

Once the party tapered out Ian headed home by himself. Liz had left early for whatever reason and everyone else he knew that could give him a ride had also already left, was nowhere to be found, or had been drinking. Walking suited him just fine, it gave him a chance to clear his head. He'd had some of the cider that Liz had brought; not a lot, but enough to get a buzz. The cool night air helped to clear up some of the fog.

Hands stuffed into jacket pockets fiddled with the keyring that once belonged to Ian's father. A small reminder of what Ian was making his way back to. A house that despite having three people living inside of it, still felt so empty. His mom was a husk of her former self and the guy she was with. Well Ian tried his best to stay away from him. The man was borderline abusive and was almost assuredly manipulating Mrs. Evans. Why else would they have packed up and moved to Parish Point when everything else that the mother and son knew and loved was back in California?

Upon approach of the house Ian noted that none of the lights were on. Good, no one would notice his late night/early morning arrival. It wasn't uncommon for Ian to stay out late with Zach, Tatum, or Liz, but he typically told his mother who he'd be with. He may have neglected to say anything this particular time however. As quietly as possible he unlocked the front door and slipped in. The second the door softly clicked behind him a voice called out in the darkness. "Wherve you been asshat?" Great. Scott was still awake for some reason. In the dark Ian heard shuffling around, his assumption of a search for the lamp being proven true as the bulb flickered on. Ian stared blankly at the man sitting in the armchair. His eyes were glazed over and several bottles were strewn about. Unsurprisingly he was drunk. "Mothers sbeen worried sick you little shit." the slurring in his speech only confirmed Ian's suspicions.

A few steps forward were taken by the Evans boy, causing the man in the armchair to try and stumble to his feet in anger. "Hey I'm talking to you!" Ian really did have the time or patience for this right now. "And I'm not listening. Funny how that works." he replied flatly making his way to his room. While he figured Scott wouldn't ever try anything, even while inebriated, his pace still quickened. Ian wasn't going to push any limits. He had made it to his room by the time Scott caught up and pressed his large hand firmly on the door, preventing the boy from closing it. "Dontch you walk away when I'm talking to you." the man's hot breath reeked of alcohol, almost making Ian want to swear off ever drinking again. Both pairs of eyes narrowed. "You're not my dad. You have no power over me." Ian hissed out. Scott gritted his teeth and opened his mouth to respond but stopped when a small voice echoed out from another room. It was Ian's mother, asking if he was home yet. "He is. He's just getting to bed now, he's very tired." Scott called back. When he turned back to Ian it felt like he was trying to burn a hole right through him with his gaze. "This isn't over." With that he removed his hand and allowed Ian to close his door.

Ian flopped onto his bed with a tired sigh. Dealing with Scott was exhausting. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text before passing out for the night.

Liz

me

Your dad is a dick

them

Lmao dude, you're telling me. I disown him tho. #NotMyDad

me

Well I don't want him either. Can we like...ship him off somewhere?

them

would if I could dude. Sorry, can't really talk now, don't mean to be a bummer :|

~

Sunlight peeking through window woke Ian up. He hadn't intended on going anywhere today but he didn't really want to hang around his house, especially after last night. Mr. Bishop's words were somewhat ominous and vaguely threatening, and Ian wasn't about to stay and wait to see if Scott was a man of his word. Conveniently something for the Evans boy to do fell into his lap. He learned about an apparent fight that happened last night that ended up with that Oliver kid getting pretty badly hurt. Once again, people didn't seem to really care. Did people just not look out for each other here? He supposed that he wasn't really one to talk; he was supposed to be keeping an eye out too and he got distracted by a certain blonde...

Half because of guilt, and half because of genuine concern Ian promised Oliver he'd help out. Oliver completely refused both help and the idea that he wasn't fine altogether. Ian sent a text to his old buddy Dwyer, asking for help. He vaguely remembered him having some sort of 'magic hangover cure drink' that in theory should help with brain fog of more violent origin. At the very least it was healthy enough that it wouldn't do harm. He chuckled at the memory of when Dwyer first coaxed Ian into drinking it; one of the worst things he'd ever tasted, but it had helped.

Once Ian had received the recipe he quickly and quietly as possible whipped up the concoction. He wanted to be out of the house before Scott woke up. A note was left on the counter saying where he would be for a portion of the day and a promise to his mother that he would do the dishes upon returning home. He'd dirtied quite a few making this green substance that was almost liquid in consistency. Ian grabbed his skateboard and made his way to the church where he knew Oliver would be, the whole way shaking the bottle he'd put the cure all into. He didn't remember it being quite this thick, but it had been a while.

It took Ian a few minutes of scanning through the fairly crowded church before deciding to actually snake his way through the crowd. It felt weird being here. He hadn't really been in a church since his dad died. There hadn't really been a point. His mother had practically broken and fallen apart and his small circle of friends weren't really religious. Dwyer believed in God but wasn't exactly a regular church goer. Ian only went because of his dad. Did that make him a bad person? He tried to shake the thoughts as he finally spotted Oliver. He made his way up to the smaller boy casually, as if he were a wild animal that would dart at any second. To be fair that probably wasn't far from the truth. "Hey Oliver." he kept his tone smooth and even; Ian had noticed a couple red flags about the younger boy and hoped that a calm voice would beget an Oliver that was more receptive to help. He gave a polite nod to the girl he was with. "I brought something for you." Ian showed him the water bottle containing a liquid of an almost milkshake like consistency. A light laugh escaped his lips as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "It's...not the most appetizing looking I know, but I'd swear by it any day." Chimney Swift tamarapasek Mentions: Elf_Ruler

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Nauseous


LOCATION: The Church

basics

MENTIONS:
Josie
Ryan

INT:
Ashley tamarapasek
Ian PenguinFox

tags

TL;DR new people are kind of terrifying, algae is a single-celled plant form, and Oliver does not like strange textures.

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

Quiet people have the loudest minds

"I... right. okay. Okay. Okay, fine. Good. Josie? Let's find her." He affirmed, though he seemed to doubt himself as he spoke, losing his short burst of assertiveness as soon as he'd found it. Josie's name was a familiar one to Oliver, but he didn't really know her per se. They just shared classes... he'd never said a word to her. Oliver didn't talk to anyone at school, after all, which at this point should surprise no one. He wouldn't so much as raise his hand in class, and half the time wouldn't even answer when called on (if anything was hurting his grades, it was probably this habit). Outside of class, he'd hide in the library to finish his homework instead of doing clubs or sports. It's safe to say that while he knew most of his classmates' names by now, they might very well not know his.

Speaking of people not knowing him, one of the upperclassmen boys gently walked up to the two small teens huddled in the corner. He was tall, tall like Ryan... but not Ryan. Not at all; the way he moved was so cautious and deliberate that it reminded Oliver a little bit of a wildlife photographer.

Fitting, because Oliver felt very much like a startled antelope.

All at once, Oliver froze up and pressed himself further into the corner. He felt his knees lock up, freezing him into place. His eyes darted side to side, and he felt a prickle of heat creep onto his face, quickly pressing his hand over his mouth.

No hello. Not so much as a wave, or a meeting of the eyes. Oliver's remained wild and unfocused, flashing back and forth between Ashley, the floor, the ceiling, the kitchen equipment... then finally settled uneasily on Ian, refusing direct eye contact.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized him: the one from Twitter, who'd been... worried? Despite Oliver insisting that he was alright, Ian never seemed to buy it.
Ian. That was his name.
Oliver was secretly very impressed with himself for remembering that despite the concussion.

Instinctively, Oliver angled his head slightly to the left, as if this would make the dark bruises over the right side of his face less noticeable. As Ian had already seen how battered he was, this was a useless gesture. It was as though some part of Oliver still hoped that maybe, if Ian weren't looking directly at it, he'd forget about the injuries.

Ian spoke softly, like he'd already correctly intuited that Oliver would run if he raised his voice. Though it was slight, Oliver himself softened too... just a little.
"Hey, Oliver," evidently, Ian remembered his name as well. Oliver's eyelids gave a slight twitch. "I brought something for you." Ian held up a bottle of some unidentifiable liquid, with a light and friendly laugh. This confused Oliver, who didn't see what was funny. Ian apologized for the drink's suspicious appearance, which Oliver was already leerily studying from his safe distance.

Oliver broke from his defensive position and gingerly took the bottle in his hands, giving it a tilt and noting the heavy and viscous consistency of its contents. As someone who was incredibly sensitive to unfamiliar textures, he already wasn't sure if he'd be able to stomach whatever this was. He cracked open the lid to give it a tentative sniff, wrinkling his nose and visibly recoiling. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Every iota of sense in him said he'd immediately throw this up.

"We have to find Josie." He said flatly, not taking his eyes off the bottle. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad-- Ian swore by it, and in spite of Oliver's hypervigilant mannerisms, he couldn't help but feel as though Ian was someone he could trust.

He closed the bottle, feeling a little overwhelmed, deciding to focus on just the color. Greenish, not entirely even, a couple of different shades and hues muddled together. "Algae..." Oliver said out loud, not realizing he'd done so.

Green sea turtles have finely serrated jaws adapted for a mostly vegetarian diet of sea grasses and algae. As adults, these are the only predominantly herbivorous sea turtles...

Algae. A single-celled, usually aquatic plant matter, and save for a handful of toxic oceanic blooms, usually harmless.
A lot like people, really. Just a few toxic specimens.
Maybe this drink wouldn't be so bad.

He opened the bottle again, this time careful not to give himself enough time to be overstimulated by the smell before swallowing back a small sip.
Hey, he was right. This wasn't so bad after all, like algae--
Yeah no. Oliver totally gagged.

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[tamarapasek]

Ashley nodded, gaining a similar burst of confidence. Josie was an upperclassman, sure but she’d also seen her around the school and she had been firmly classified as a “good” presence. There were literally no downsides to going to Josie. Oliver was probably one of those people who functioned better when they knew exactly what to do. Since she herself was one of those people she felt like she could sense it in other people. He even seemed to be happier now that they had a concrete goal. If they parted ways right now she was sure that he’d be fine on his own. Well mostly sure.

Looking at him, ready to leave she noticed his glance elsewhere. She turned to face the direction he was looking at. It was that upperclassman boy.........Irving?

Nah that couldn’t be right.

“You okay?” She asked Oliver, noticing his expression of absolute terror. She was getting serious deja vu from that beach party and it was really unsettling.

Especially since he wasn’t looking at anything. Well that wasn’t exactly true. He looked at her then basically everywhere. But his eyes couldn’t settle. Was this some type of stroke?

She breathed a sigh of relief when his glance finally settled on the boy. Now she could fully appreciate the kindness of his gesture. In theory she knew she wasn’t the only one who cared for Oliver. There were the other nerds after all. But sometimes the way he acted actually made her believe he was absolutely alone in the world.

He had a health shake for Oliver. It looked absolutely revolting, and she knew Oliver felt the same way. It didn’t take a psychic to know everybody on earth found it disgusting. But she was no stranger to disgusting drinks. In the transition from football to cheerleading the main constant in her life was health shakes.

“I’ll drink some too.” She offered Oliver. “It’s not prescription so it’s probably safe for me to drink too right?” She pointed out, while attempting not to vomit just by looking at the shake. “It’s unfair for you to be the only one in this room to drink it.” She continued, waiting for him to finish the drink himself.

She gently pried the drink out of his hands once he was done, and took a sip herself. But foolishly, she took a big gulp, and was instantly bombarded by the mess of flavors. She gagged. “That may have been the worst idea ever.”

Chimney Swift
PenguinFox

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: scared?

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: town hall

basics

MENTIONS:
Dak (Ryan)
(Oliver)
(Max?)

INT:
Chimney Swift (Ivy)

tags

TL;DRscared of knife boy

tl;dr

Graham Moore

can I go home now?

“I mean no.” Graham looked down at his feet, which didn’t help much as Ivy was pretty much right below his nose. “No.. It was accidently thrown at me.. I think.” To be honest Graham wasn’t sure if the boy had tried to hit him with the crab or not. He couldn’t guess why he would have it out for Graham, so he wasn’t sure why he would have done it on purpose.

“Oh.. That kid is alive???” Graham said with a bit of confusion and a lot of relief. He thought that after Ryan had pummeled him into dust, he wouldn’t survive the night if Ryan had even left him alive. “Oh yea. I saw that.” He thought about the truth to that statement for a moment. “Well… I heard it more than I saw it, my eyesight wasn’t the best..” He pointed towards the bruise.

Graham stuttered for a moment, Ryan was a jerk, he knew that.. But wanting him to get stabbed was a bit much, and rather.. Well, illegal.

“Yea.. I have sophomore English with him… I heard he’s failed it three times so far.” Graham wasn’t sure about that, it was likely just some rumor that someone made up just because they didn’t like Ryan.

“I thought he was dead after last night…” Graham trailed off a bit.. “But I guess that’s how he always looked.” He chuckled lightly, but stopped rather quickly. It wasn’t funny to laugh about someone’s looks, and the fact he thought that Oliver was actually dead last night made him feel even worse.

“I-“Graham didn’t know how to respond to her description of him as a Hartfield student. “I mean not really.. I’d rather not be in this town at all.”

He shrugged his shoulder at the talk about the party, he didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t exactly his kind of environment. And then he got a nasty bruise over his eye. “I mean it was okay.”

But then the memory of him and Meera walking back to her house, thinking about the kiss she had left on his cheek had him on cloud-nine all over again. “Yea.. I had fun.” He smiled more genuinely. “What about you, did you enjoy it?”

“I didn’t see many people honestly, the crab attack happened rather early in the night for me.” He laughed lightly.

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: annoyed

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: Outside Church

basics

MENTIONS:
KingofAesir (sawyer)

INT:
lion. (zach)

tags

TL;DRharper stuck talking to zach

tl;dr

Harper Anderson

when you wear a mask for so long, you forget who is behind it.

Harper hadn’t even noticed that she had gained company, she had been watching the wind blowing the leaves on the tree, admiring how they had begun to change. Half the trees in the park across from them were full of orange and yellow shades, while the other half still looked rather alive and green. Half of the trees were ready and awaiting the new season, while the other half were still holding on to the summer weather.

Harper stared as the boy she knew as Zach, who decided that she was worthy of his time. Could she be offended by him saying she ‘wasn’t his type’, maybe, but she felt like she was better off as he wasn’t her type. She refused to react to anything he had to say, of course he was just trying to set her off. For whatever reason, she was his new target. However, he fully caught her attention at the mention of Sawyer, she had forgotten that Sawyer was friends with this bolder head of a person. Harper wasn’t sure how she could put up with him, however she remembered that Sawyer could talk to a brick wall and well… Zach was basically the same thing.

Harper’s face was stone cold, she stared up at Zach as he had begun to inch closer to her and into her bubble. Obviously, this boy had no sense of personal space, as he reached his hand in her general direction. Harper looked at it for a moment before completely pushing past it.

She rested her hands on the ground behind her using the back of the wall to stand straight up again. Zach was even closer than she had realized once she was standing. She felt rather trapped up against the wall. “I, however, have not been as eager to meet the egocentrically Zachary Lee.” Harper had enough reasons to not like Zach as it was, besides him completely disregarding true problems in the world as true privileged white boy that believes the world revolves around him. He also was also who Tatum had left Hayden, her brother, for. Though there was more behind that story that Harper was now aware of, Zach was still apart of that story.

“You’re right.” She said rather calmly placing her hands on her hips. “You are a true villain” Harper let the words fall out of her mouth before she even realized what she was saying. This wasn’t like her, she always avoided confrontation. Maybe the viciousness coming out from her was because she felt completely trapped by him.

“How can someone think they deserve life more than another.” She thought about how Zach had reacted to the beached whale, yea he helped, but his messages on twitter showed how he truly felt about the encounter. If they had not all been there, she doubted that he would of done anything to rescue it.

“I’m no hero.” Harper said rather quietly. “But at least I care about more than myself.” She crossed her arms trying to stand tall. Zach wasn’t much taller than her, but yet she still felt small beside him, but she refused to let his empty brain and words intimidate her.

She took a moment to think about everything else Zach had said. “Just for the record. You aren’t my type either.” She could tell that his ego was already so inflated he might just explode on the spot from over inflation.

Harper bit her bottom lip, if for anything she wasn’t about to let him think he got to her. “If sitting outside does nothing for my character, what does it say about yours.”

“You seem to be escaping something yourself, no?” She tilted her head raising her eyebrows.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Bitter beans

LOCATION: Town Hall

basics

MENTIONS:
Like a lot of people.

INT:
Graham Dazzle

tags

TL;DR Ivy low-key wishes she could transfer to Hartfield

tl;dr

Ivy Dawkins

You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault

"Yeah... I had fun." Something about the way Graham said this --perhaps a smile, a lift of the eyes-- it told Ivy whoever Graham was with last night had made quite the impression. Shocking. Graham didn't look the type to be getting any. Okay, maybe Ivy was taking her deduction a little far, but it wasn't like she was psychic. Just perceptive, that's all. Ivy's ever-present smirk widened as she jokingly fanned at her face like a fainting southern belle. "Oohh. Night ended on a high note, huh? Who was it? Anyone worth seeing again?" Ivy cooed, leaning her back into the stair railing and tipping her sign back and forth. After a pause of reflection, her face fell a bit and she added in a sour little bit of honesty. "Damn. Wish I could say the same. I got left in the sand for a rejected Disney Channel protagonist. Some blond fuckboy, I don't know." She laughed it off, but the corners of her mouth held her smile with a pointed and resentful force.

Really, Ivy wasn't that mad that Tatum had pushed her back. They were all really drunk, boundaries are boundaries, whatever. It was Zach who had her ticked off. What a chode. What an absolute butter skull. Did Tatum have no standards? Was he really good at making croissants or something?

It was one of the great mysteries of the universe.

But moping was boring, so Ivy switched the topic back to something more likely to lead to a burst of amusement.

"--But it sucks for you to have to read To Kill A Mockingbird or whatever with Ryan Gustavo. I'm surprised he can read, actually." Her tone shifted back to her usual mirthful, curious digging. "Now I just can't stop imagining him trying to read out loud. Like this--" She tucked her sign under her arm to hold both hands out and pantomime a book, squinting down at the imaginary object with an exaggerated slack-jawed expression "it...wazz... thuh BEST of times and thuh... wurst of thyme. Miss teacher, what's time? I'm Ryan. Me want crack baby skulls." She giggled at herself, and this newfound speculation that Ryan might be less than literate. It would make sense: what kind of civilized and intelligent being would bide their time marching around beating up kids for no reason? "Maybe Hartfield's all that after all. You got all the fun. Ryan, and Malibu Ken, and Mark Berkinstock, and Hash Browns, and Veev..." Ivy sighed wistfully, bringing her hand to her cheek. "Parish Bay's pretty boring, Graham. All we've got is Neck Tie Trash Can Boy and his little dead boyfriend, and like... football. And mildew." She made a face as she thought about the disheveled state of the PBHS building. It really was disgusting. There was only so much their one eldritch horror of a janitor could do.

"This is about the point in the conversation where I'd offer you a hit," Ivy said with an air of almost genuine kindness, "but Vivi gave my dab pen to her mom like the bobblehead she is." She rolled her eyes. "You probably think weed is Satan's spinach anyway." Ivy's shoulders lifted into a casual shrug, her dark eyes watching Graham with entertained attention. "So I hate to ask such a lame-ass question, but like... what do you do? Besides wrestle crabs and protest the city."

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[sunnieside]

mood

excited and pukey

location

soup kitchen

outfit

ootd

tags

Elf_Ruler Tatum; Dede Stu

juliet everett

Maybe Stu wasn’t in Ratatouille, Stu didn’t sound French enough. Didn’t Ratatouille take place in France? Maybe Juliet should have brought a croissant and brie cheese. She shook her head. Juliet wasn’t sure if she’s allowed to have cheese and bread with how sensitive her stomach has been feeling all day. Noticing Tatum cracking a smile from how miserable she looked before made Juliet sigh in relief. Thank goodness she seems to be feeling better... I hope. Acknowledging Tatum’s comment about how Stu could be a good mouse, Juli let out a laugh and agreed that he would make a cute mouse. She imagined the boy prancing around the cobblestoned streets with his arms angled in a way where he was eagerly going to whatever destination he wanted to go dressed as Mickey Mouse. The girl snorted. Luckily, she didn’t tell either Tatum or Stu about her vision, she didn’t want to scare them away. Maybe she’ll tell it to Jack. She hasn’t weirded that boy out yet. He did hang out with her the night before.. where is he? Oh well. Maybe she’ll see him later. If she does see him later, then it’s probably fate... right? She shook her head. Fate only happens in Korean dramas.

“Pfft..” Juliet snorted once more when Stu actually pranced around as if he was a mouse.

This kid sure is weird, how he turned around to prove that he wasn’t actually a mouse and how he had a cheery little tune really made it seem like he should be a cartoon character. Maybe he could be the new Mickey Mouse. Stu placing the slightly smooshed KitKat in her hand made Juliet beam. This was probably the first genuine gift she received from a potential friend... maybe ever? As she grew up, she never hung out with other kids for some reason. In class, whenever students brought everyone Valentine’s Day cards or Christmas gifts, Juliet always received one because it was an obligation. Not because those kids genuinely thought to give her a gift. Now, maybe Stu didn’t really go out of his way to gift her with something, but he didn’t have genuinely gift her a present. Would it be weird if she kept it instead of eating it? Juliet put the KitKat in her pocket and patted it for safekeeping, “Thank you! It’s okay if it’s kinda smooshed, you just kept it warm.”

Ew, that was a gross thing to say. If Stu’s face was red, then Juliet may have just beat him in the blushometer. Geez, poor Tatum, Juliet thought, she’s being surrounded by weird people. Fortunately, Tatum seemed to ignore Juliet’s comment and stated that the three of them should go help clean up with the mouse boy saying to go ask this girl named Josie for a task. Juliet led Tatum and Stu lead the way. She might as well, it is Juliet’s fourth day of being in this town. She followed behind but honestly, Juliet couldn’t stop thinking about how Tatum called her ‘Jules’ as if they were closest friends. Okay, that may be a bit exaggerated. But still, nicknames are for friends so does that mean that she and Tatum are friends now?

“You were helping with the whale yesterday too? Me too! I ruined my denim jacket with the whale blood.” Juliet replied while heaving the sack of dead boy clothes over her shoulders. She blinked. If Stu and possibly Tatum helped with the beached whale, then surely they were both at the party. Then that means! They probably know who probably died at the party! “Oh by the way, do you guys know who probably died at the party last night? This morning, I wrote on my arm to give clothes to a dead kid and I assume he’s not dead because the town isn’t broadcasting everywhere about it. I have some purge clothes for him. I don’t know if it’ll help, but maybe he needs clothes? I don’t know how else to help him to be honest.”

As they continued to walk, she felt that salty taste in her mouth again. Oh no. Juliet scanned the area to find the closest trash can. She spotted one next to the kitchen, good thing they were going there anyways. As the two headed in the kitchen, Juliet waved her hand to let them know to go on ahead of her as she has a date with the trash can. Something was coming up to her mouth and she took a moment to appreciate the beauty and usefulness of a garbage can. The smooth and plastic smokey gray allured Juliet to dash towards the can. She clasped the sides of the black plastic bag covered rims of the can and murmured, “You’re so beautiful...” before hurling chunks of blueberry muffin and water into the trash can. Juliet really should have stopped by the store to grab some pedialyte.

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