Realistic or Modern The Melting Pot

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The Melting Pot:

A Group of Different Enneagram Types


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For some reason, you and many other students in your high school have signed up for an extra credit assignment provided by the school. Whether it was because you're an overachiever or because you're flunking out of a class, all you know is that the assignment is some sort of social experiment where you are first required to take a personality test.


You later find out that you and 8 other students have been specifically hand-chosen for this assignment because each of you correspond to a different Enneagram Type. What's an Enneagram Type, you may ask? It's a personality test that differentiates 9 various personality types, and each of the chosen 9 students are a different type.


Now, the assignment itself is simple. The 9 of you are to live in a beach house rented out by the school and spend the entire summer together. However, you will either pass as a group or fail as a group. The only way to pass is if you guys emerge from these three months as a tight group of friends. Sounds easy enough, right? Not so fast. Please refer to the Overview tab for a more detailed summary of these personality types, because each of these 9 students fulfill a different high school stereotype.





Important:


In order to assess the closeness of this group, each student will be required to write down one secret that they have either never told anyone before or have told only those close to him/her before the trip. At the end, the students will pass if they have each shared their secret with at least 3 other people in the group who they were not friends with prior to the assignment.

Please put the name of your character, his/her personality type, and his/her stereotype at the top of every post! (Picture is

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NOTE:
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Please try to stay as close to your character's personality type as possible (at least in the beginning). As the story progresses, you will have more freedom in your character's actions and words as they begin to develop.​

 

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Avery Marinos


Type 8 | The Challenger | The Cheerleader
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The scorching sun blazed high in the deep blue sky while the white wisps of clouds skirted calmly across the background. The humid sea-salt air overwhelmed the atmosphere as the gentle ocean waves crashed into the background. The sounds of tire on dirt disturbed the silence as a black Acura pulled up to a large white beach house. A pair of piercing light brown orbs, hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses, gazed out the transparent windshield as the brunette slowed her vehicle to a stop. Avery turned off the engine and exited the car before looping around to the back to grab her stuff.


She was clad in a loose floral crop top with blue denim shorts and white converse, showing off her flat toned stomach and thin tan legs. She opened the trunk and grabbed two large dark purple duffle bags, slinging each over her shoulders. Closing the trunk, she began to make her way up the driveway towards the front door of the house, noticing the palm trees that surrounded the building. The wavy brunette took out the silver metal key that had been given to her and unlocked the door to her new summer home.





As she stepped inside, her piercing brown eyes observed the inside of the house as her gaze scouring its entirety. The house had a modern summery feel to it. It was the perfect size, enough for the twelve of them at least. Noticing that it was silent, Avery figured that she must be the first one here and she smirked when she realized that she had first pick to the bedrooms. She made her way up the white wooden stairs and was greeted with a long hallway with six bedrooms on the left and six bedrooms on the right, as well as two communal bathrooms in the middle. After slowly walking down the aisle, the brunette decided to go with the second one on the right. The room consisted of a white twin-sized bed, a wooden wardrobe, and a wooden desk. It wasn't very big, but it was enough to make do. Avery dropped her heavy duffle bags onto the floor and collapsed onto her new bed.


Her full brown eyes gazed up at the ceiling as she sighed. This would be the first summer she would be spending away from her friends, the other cheerleaders, and it was all because she needed to get her GPA up. She was just glad that she would at least be at the beach all summer. She didn't even know who else was also part of this assignment. All she had been told was that there was going to be eleven others from her grade. Avery genuinely hoped that she would find some friends this summer, but she wasn't the type of person who felt the need to get along with everyone. There was just some people she would like more than others, and she was okay with that.

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[jmcknight08]

Bree Faith

Type 3|The Drama Queen



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While singing to herself to break the silence in the vehicle as well as to keep her vocal chords in shape, Bree looked out the window of the black car she sat comfortably in, legs crossed, leaning into the back of the seat. The sky was a nice blue color, the white accents that were clouds floating through the sky with a sort of peace and serenity. A light breeze blew but all in all, it was a beautiful day. She caught sight of the beach house, larger than she'd pictured in the first place. She peeked through the window until the vehicle stopped, she opened the door, stepping out onto her black heels and standing up straight.


The floral print skirt she wore rippled in the breeze as she looked out at the scenery from where she stood. She wore a black cropped top that complimented her torso well. She took a few steps, she walked with confidence, flawless posture that she worked hard for. Her hand moved to her face, moving a strand of hair that blocked her vision of the beach and the palm trees that decorated it. She peeled her light colored eyes from the view and to the open trunk of the car she'd arrived in. She slung a duffle bag over her shoulder before grabbing the suitcase that accompanied it. She waved a goodbye to the driver before walking onto the driveway and to the front door. She grabbed the key tucked in her bra before realizing the door was already unlocked and that she wasn't the first to arrive, she glanced back, noticing the other vehicle before opening the door and stepping in.


She could already tell the house was big enough, it had to be to fit all the students that were taking part in the assignments, she carried her bags up the staircase and into the hallway. She dropped her bags before moving to the doors and checking out what was what. Each room was a reasonable size, decorated quite similiarly to each other. She put her belongings in the room that seemed to capture the most sunlight, the second room on the left. She placed her stuff on the bed nearest to the window. She was tempted to lay down but decided to step out into the hallway once more.


Her eyes scanned the hall before moving straight ahead of her into an open door where she saw the other person who was currently in the house. Her eyes widened, her jaw clenched in shock and disapointment, she wanted to make new friends over the course of the assignment, people to be fans of her singing at the very least. All her hopes faded away at the sight of the brunette that she had quite the history with. "great." She muttered under her breath.

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[kyrumption]

Noah Harris Park || Type 9 || The Easygoing, Self-Effacing Type || The Artist

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Noah was twiddling with his fingers when the car finally came to a stop. He looked up but his hands kept their movement, working under his nails in a futile attempt to rid himself of the permanent paint stains. Eni had turned to look at him where he sat in the passenger seat of the family Range Rover, the wrinkles by her brown eyes comforting as she gave her trademark reassuring smile. His father had offered to give him a drive before heading off to work, but Eni had managed to shoo him off with excuses of how she knew the route better anyway, she wanted to get out of the stuffy house, he would be late, etc. Noah didn't think Eni knew, but sometimes when he caught her eye across the dinner table, he swore he saw something soft in her eyes that wasn't there before.


"Get on out and make some new friends." She encouraged. "And don't make me have to bring you again next year, get those grades up, traffic here was killer." Noah thought about telling her the school didn't do this every year, but ultimately decided against it and simply nodded his understanding. He reached over the seat to give her a hug, grabbed his suitcase and duffle bag, and finally faced his home for the next summer. His first impression was that the house was pretty. It was a soft color, a calming palette against the peaceful backdrop of the ocean. Stepping inside Noah noticed just how huge it really was, even bigger then the houses his family rented out when they went on vacation. Which made sense, his family only ever needed seven rooms, not twelve.


He came to a crossroads, rooms on the left and rooms on the right. He counted twelve doors in total which he was pleasantly surprised about. That meant he didn't have to go to bed earlier then he would because of a roommate. He would have hated to inconvenience anyone. The third door he opened had a window, not facing the beach but the town, the side of the next house over and beyond with a small view of the boardwalk. He placed his things on top of the lone bed and pulled out his sketchbook to busy himself. From the other side of the house he could hear at least one other person had already arrived and he had managed to evade them. He sincerely hoped they were friendly, that he could get pass this with minimal drama and peace. He could make some friends, he was confident in that, after all most people were nice with some effort. He pointedly tried not to think about releasing his secret.

 

[Sunbather]

? Taylor Maria Ryder ? Type 7: The Enthusiast ?

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"YOU'RE A STORM! YOU'RE SO EMOTIONAL! MOODY AND CONTROLLED!" A droning sound ruptured the peaceful, rural silence, as a heavy truck sped over the street, which slowly started to resemble more of a dirtroad or make-way route than a proper street. The words belonged to a young woman, enthusiastically singing along the Black Angels' song, seemingly without a care in the world if she was heard or not. The slightly rusty looking, red truck shook, its old frame not exactly made for such routes nor for driving as if it was part of a race, but all it did was make the two teenagers in it laugh. As the psychodelic guitars started to fade out once they approached the area of the pretty beach house, the motor was turned off and the girl in the car looked up in awe.


"Wow!" she exclaimed. She opened the door and jumped out of the car. Taylor wore a red and white checkered, button-up flanel shirt, pale-blue skinny jeans and lightning-white converse shows. Her hair was stylized in a 60s pin-up girl kinda bun, complete with a bandana wrapped around it. She turned around a few times, fully taking in the scenery. "This is gonna be awesome!" While she still gleamed over the area, her friend - a tall, tanned boy - grabbed the two dufflebags and put them on the floor next to the girl. "Thanks, you're a lifesafer." she said with a smile, as she tip-toed and have him a peck on the cheeks. While the boy got back into his car and drove off, the two waved on last time before Taylor grabbed her bags and entered the luxurious house.


As she entered the hall, her gaze flew over the furniture, her smirk growing wider by the second. After a skimming surveillance round through the first story, she decided to head upstairs and check out the rooms. She figured some others were there already - Taylor was never first for anything, she couldn't bother with rushing to stuff. Too stressful. Where she'd find three people reserving rooms already. "HELLO!" she barked out, intentionally harsh to try and prank them a little. Snickering, she walked on and took a look into the remaining rooms. One had a pretty sleek style to it. White walls, sharp looking rugs and the furniture had a mixture of black wood, metal and glass to it, which was quite to Taylor's liking. A nice change of pace from her... well, homely room at her father's place. "Mine!" she yelled, threw her bags in and let herself fall onto the bed immediately.

 

[Otakaboo Chichan]

Ember Rose || Type 5: The Investigator || The Rebel

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A loud sound echoed through the air just outside the beach house. It was the unmistakable noise of a car door being violently slammed shut by someone who was likely in the worst of moods. Afterwards, the screeching of old tires could be heard as Ember’s ride slowly drove off. She was entirely capable of driving herself, but not only did she not have her own car, but her parents were also terribly afraid that if she’d been allowed to go to her summer home alone, she would have ended up skipping town to avoid doing the school assignment. After all, she was very much against living with eleven presumably extremely annoying people for three whole months of her life. Who wouldn’t be?


Nevertheless, there wasn’t too much she could do. Her parents had made it painfully clear that she wouldn’t be allowed back in the house until the summer was over, and she didn’t necessarily have anywhere else to stay. So, with great reluctance, the moody female accepted her fate as she trudged to the door of the beach house, dragging two of the heaviest duffle bags and a blanketed box or something with her. For a good two minutes she struggled to find the key to the building before realizing the door had been left unlocked. With an annoyed groan, she juggled around her things as to be able to twist the knob and kick the door open with her foot. She didn’t care the littlest bit if she was making a racket, and in fact, she hoped she was. She wanted anyone and everyone already there to know that she was not at all happy.


Her bright green eyes quickly scanned the inside of the beach house. It was much cleaner than her own house, though she assumed the cleanliness wouldn’t last long with twelve teenagers living there. Oh, it was going to be one very, very long summer. With this thought in mind, she started up the stairs, wondering who else was around. Clearly someone was if the door wasn’t locked. Upon making it to the second floor, she stomped over to the very last door on the left; less people would be walking past the end rooms. She threw her bags onto the bed and gently set down the covered cube on the desk, claiming the bedroom as her own.


Leaving not even a second for someone to run into her, she immediately left her room, flew down the stairs, and exited the house through the back door (which took a second or two to find). Her hope was that no one would venture back there for a little while. She needed some alone time, as she’d probably proven by all the rage induced noise she’d just made. Leaning against the building’s white walls, Ember reached into her pocket and retrieved a packet of cigarettes, lighting one as she took a deep breath. The sky was a pretty blue, the ocean was serene, and all was calm... and yet, none of that seemed to make her feel any better.

 

[R O S E N R O T]

Josiah Hawley


Type II | The Caring, Interpersonal Type | The Nice Guy





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"Can we take a break? I'm tired." Tom Hawley looked with glee as his son made a face at him. The blond is sitting on the floor, clad in a plain white polo shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with dark grey denim jeans, and red Converse sneakers, looking at his dad with a helpless expression on his face. They had been trying to fit all of Josiah's stuff into Tom's old hiking backpack for the last two hours, with no success. Or rather, Josiah had been trying to fit all of his stuff, with no success. All Tom ever did was sit on the edge of the bed, flipping through the daily newspaper, while sometimes shouting complaints, encouragements, and very unhelpful soccer facts. "Dad, you're not helping," Josiah replied as he sat on the backpack, forcing the metal zipper to close one last time, "Besides, all you ever do is just sit there." Tom smiled behind the pages, and immediately adopted an offended expression when he lowered the newspaper to his lap. "Cheering can be difficult work son," he replied with a serious tone in his voice, "Just ask a cheerleader. Besides, did you know that the very first game of basketball was played with a soccer ball?" The blond decided to ignore the last part of his dad's comment before managing to finally pull the zipper the whole way through. "Finally," he sighed while taking a breather. After a moment, he got up and wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand, before slinging both of the straps on his shoulders. "

Cheerleaders actually do dance moves and stuff while cheering," he added. Tom looked at him and shrugged. "My voice is straining from all the encouragements." Josiah rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys from the nightstand. "I'm going!" He said with a wave, as he strode over to the doorway. Before he can step out of his room however, Tom interrupted him one last time. "Hey, one last thing," The blond turned around and crossed his arms, waiting for Tom to say something stupid like he usually does. And as usual, he wasn't disappointed. "Bye going, be seein' you after summer. And don't sing in the shower." Josiah smiled. "I'll miss you too, old man."





Josiah has always loved the beach; there's something about the salty air, the blue waves, and the endless horizon, that makes him feel calm and collected. So when he parked his motorbike into an empty spot in the driveway, he immediately hopped off and removed his helmet to take a deep breath. His dark brown eyes roamed over the water, then to the beach house where he'll spend the rest of his summer. Josiah let out a low whistle as he studied the modern, blue and white structure dotted with palm trees. "Nice place," he murmured, as he hadn't been to any fancy place before in his entire life, let alone live in one. After taking his jacket off and slinging it to his shoulder, he grabbed his bag and strode over to the front door with a smile plastered on his face.


Without a moment's hesitation, Josiah Hawley turned the knob, and kicked the door wide open with the heel of his sneakers. "Special delivery to the summer home!" He exclaimed as he waltzed inside and plopped the backpack that he had been carrying on the floor. He figured that there will always be a room waiting for him, so he decided that he's going to make some acquaintances first. "Your order of one roommate is now delivered. His name is Josiah Hawley and he's a good guy, a hundred percent guaranteed! If you don't think so, then too bad because returns are not accepted." Without looking up, Josiah rummaged through his bag, and found his favorite beanie. "He's of eighteen years of age," he said as he pulled his beanie on, "he loves pizza, and--" he bent down again to pick up his bag, "he's a really, really fun guy. It's been scientifically proven." With a grin, Josiah started walking up the stairs, ready to explore the place. "So did anybody hear that, or should I start talking to myself again?"
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[Kasper]

Eris Holderith


Type IV || The Hipster



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Eris sat on the bus, staring out of the window absentmindedly. A part of him wished that there was another person sitting next to him, but they would probably bother him about taking too many photos of the scenery when they saw nothing spectacular in it. Not many people see the world the same way that Eris does; they see it as a ball of rocks that could suit their every need if they manipulate it right. The way Eris sees it, the world isn't for exploiting, it's for transforming, cultivating, creating. Yes, perhaps sitting alone on the bus wasn't such a bad thing after all. There was nobody to distract him from capturing the world as he saw it. Besides, he would have plenty of time to socialise at the house.


Eris fished the analog camera out of his backpack. Call him old school, but he far preferred to shoot scenery with film rather than memory chip. It somehow felt more genuine to hold in his hands. He felt the bus hum as it began to roll, and he quickly snapped a photo of the bus stop sign. It wasn't a long journey anyway, so he might as well get everything that interested him. He continued with his ritual of capturing the monuments which intrigued him for the entirety of the 45-minute bus trek, and when it screeched to a halt, he carefully placed the camera back in his bag and stood, making his way to the front of the bus.


He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked up to the house, admiring its edifice as he went. The door was already unlocked, and he heard the voices of several people inside. They seemed to be coming from upstairs, which was presumably where the bedrooms were hidden, so he climbed the steps, watching for people. Inside several of the rooms, people had already flung themselves onto the beds. He noticed one kid in particular blabbing about himself as he wandered, and Eris chuckled to himself under his breath. What a strange bunch this was.


He opened the door to a room which showed no signs of other people inside and laid his bag on the table before throwing himself onto the bed. "Mine," he said quietly, claiming it for himself.

 

[AnimeliaAnimalia]

Bentley Allen

Type 6 | The Loyalist | The Band Geek

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Earphones plugged into his ears, completely focused in his own little world, Bentley mimed playing the marimba, singing the corresponding notes as he hit imaginary tone bars. "Da-da da dum dum...da-da da dum dum~" As the part came to an end and the glockenspiel started playing, Bentley sighed and leaned back against the bus seat. He would be missing a few band camps this summer and he knew he needed all the practice he could get if he expected to stay in shape 'til school started again. Already he was regretting the decision to join this assignment. With all of his friends back home, he knew he would probably get pretty lonely. Why had he done this again?


Oh right, so he wouldn't flunk out of school, that's why. As he thought about his less-than-stellar grades, he remembered how the fosters had encouraged him to do the assignment. Bentley knew well and good that they were just unsure if he was plain stupid or just faking it.


Footsteps heavy as he got off the bus, Bentley felt his stomach roil uneasily as he started walking from the town to the written address he held in his hands. He was not looking forward to seeing his classmates and peers, much less live with them. They really made him nervous. Contrary to his teachers' point of view, he wasn't an idiot; he knew that a good number of his classmates were smokers, drinkers, and the like. He wanted no part in any of that stuff, and if he got into a few spats with his flitzy, head-in-the-clouds peers, well who could blame him?(Hint: everyone) It was a dog-eat-dog world out there, something his teachers didn't seem to understand, and Bentley knew that the consequences of letting someone pull the wool over your eyes could be extremely dangerous. Humans were all wolves in sheep's clothing, if you were threatened, you defended yourself, or you get killed; Bentley knew that was the truth.


As he began to see the beach house in the distance, he noticed there was someone else taking the same route as him. Immediately suspicious, Bentley slowed down so he could stay out of sight from the person while he continued on to the house. His suspicions were proven right as he saw the figure enter the beach house. When the door was opened, a multitude of voices, door-slamming, and various other noises poured outside, reaching Bentley's ears. Flinching, he covered them, hating the huge racket. Reluctantly, he walked up to the front door, peering inside. To his relief, there was no longer anyone downstairs, so he gently tiptoed up the staircase that he guessed led to the rooms. Dismayed, he saw none other than Josiah Hawley screaming out his ridiculous attempts at making friends, and probably disturbing the neighbors while he was at it. Peeved and uncomfortable with the various open-doored bedrooms, with occupants lying on the beds, Bentley bolted toward the end of the hallway, eager to get away. When he reached the 6th room on the right—pleased to find it unoccupied—he dropped his large bag into the floor, shut the door, dug out his sheet music and ear phones, and sat on his bed, dead to the outside world.

 

[Sunbather]

? Taylor Maria Ryder ? Type 7: The Enthusiast ?

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Taylor had picked up her song again, though she kept the volume down this time. As she opened up her bags and pulled out a few basic items, she heard someone talk, loud enough to be louder than her voice and her humming. Curiously, she raised her head and got a bit closer to the door of her room, listening in on the monologue. A little smirk formed on her face. She grabbed a pack of gum, unwrapped one and put it in her mouth, then decided to check if her assumption was right. She started her "? But I kill, kill, kill, ki...? Well, hello there!" Taylor put her hands onto her hips, a daring grin on her face. She loudly chewed her gum as she inspected the boy a little closer, eventually blowing and popping it, which seemed to be the starting shot for her attempt at socializing. Taylor extended her right hand and smiled brightly.


"Taylor." sheintroduced herself, not giving the boy time to return the favor. Instead, she handled his introduction. "Josiah, right? Bit of a relief to see someone cool in the house." she complimented him with a slick smirk. "Now I know that not EVERYONE's gonna be an overly serious douchebag." Taylor grinned again, now fidgeting around with her headphones that had previous laid around her neck. "I kinda had you as one of those people who would religiously do their homework and stuff." she remarked, leaning herself against the wall behind her. "Guess not, huh?" Taylor wasn't sure if her instant-personable mode was appropiate or appreciated, but the girl hated unnecessary introductions and polite chit-chat. Talking to a person as a person was so much more fun, and would rarely ever annoy anyone.

@R O S E N R O T

 

[Semblance]

Avery Marinos


Type 8 | The Challenger | The Cheerleader
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Avery heard the door open and the footsteps of someone going up the stairs. The first person must have arrived. She sat up in her bed as she saw a familiar flash of blonde hair. The brunette stood up to get a closer look to see who it was when she was greeted by her frenemy's face, Bree. She stifled a groan and an eye roll when she recognized the girl, sighing silently to herself but putting a smile on her face. "Hey, I didn't know you signed up for this too," Avery said to the Drama Queen, leaning against the door frame and trying to hide the distaste in her voice.


A familiar high-pitched voice caught her attention as she saw her friend, Taylor, walking back down the hall towards a guy who she was covering. "Taylor!" she exclaimed happily as she practically leaped into the girl's arms, pulling her into a hug. "I had no idea you were going to be here!" she said excitedly, glad that she had at least one friend in this house. "Maybe this summer won't be as bad as I thought it was going to be," she added mischievously as she thought about all the adventures they were going to have together. Her brown eyes noticed a few other teenagers who had also arrived, recognizing them from her school. She saw the passing faces of the Artist, the Rebel, the Hipster, and the Band Geek, but they seemed to be pretty quiet and kept to themselves. Besides, Avery didn't feel a need to talk to them.


Just then, another all-too familiar voice stopped her cold, coming from behind Taylor. She recognized the friendly, low voice of her ex, Josiah. She hadn't talked to the guy in months since their breakup over winter break. Maybe this summer wasn't going to be as fun as she had originally thought. Avery's piercing brown eyes glanced over at Taylor's, giving her the look. Her friend most likely knew all about their break up since the news of the Cheerleader and the Nice Guy breaking up had spread like wildfire. Her mind darted everywhere as she went into panic mode. She would never have signed up for this if she knew that her ex was going to be here too. However, she wasn't surprised that he had as she reflected back on his subconscious need to always make his father proud.


Finally taking a deep breath and trying not to show her nervousness, she put a smile back on her face and switched her gaze over to Josiah. Avery couldn't help but notice his tanned skin and dark brown eyes that seemed golden under the light. She remembered all the times she had stared into them, almost always getting lost. She forced herself to tear her gaze off of his captivating eyes and observed his defined jawline, which she had once traced with her soft fingers countless times. The brunette resisted the urge to do that right then and there.

 

[jmcknight08]

Bree Faith

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Type 3|The Drama Queen

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Bree placed her hands on her hips, instantly annoyed with the brunette, Everytime she spoke it gave the blonde a headache, whether it was her actual voice or the fact that she was by far the most annoying, rude and fake girl in the books. She was suddenly a whole lot less excited for the assignment knowing that she'd have to live in the same building as Avery, she hoped it wouldn't affect her grade too much if she accidentally strangled someone. Still, she faked a smile towards the cheerleader, her soft, pink lips lifting at the corners before she opened her mouth to speak, her tone was almost condenscending. "I didn't know you signed up either, awesome, right?"


"Oh god." She said under her breath, annoyed by the fact that the familiar high-pitched voice had now joined as well, next thing she knew was that she was standing watching the two pull each other into an embrace. She looked away, crossing her arms now. It was getting worse, she gave warm smiles to the other's that had made their ways into the beach house, she studied their faces before they picked their rooms. She almost had no recollection of who they were, but that's what happens when you only think of yourself.


The last face her eyes found themselves on were none other than Josiah Hawley. The man looked as good as ever, she couldn't help but stare as the smile on her face became real. He was one of the few people she could say were really her friends, it was more than just a nightmare when he decided that going out with Avery was a good idea. She toughed it out, their relationship as friends was at a halt until they finally broke it off. Bree knew from the second she found out that her life was going to be so much easier without having to constantly be set aside for the Cheerleader.


Of course, their friendship did get complicated. She cursed herself for letting feelings develop.

 

[Psychedelia]

Ana Carver

Type 9 - The Peacemaker - The Bookworm

- Current Outfit -

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"Just one more page... Promise..." Ana mumbled in response to her father, earning a frustrated sigh in return. "Anastasia..." Glancing up from the book in her hands, she quickly replaced the bookmark and turned her full attention to her father. "I know... I'm sorry," she began before wrapping her arms around him, "I'm just not ready to go..." Feeling her father's arms tighten around her, she closed her eyes; enjoying the security of his hug one last time before she was off. "Are you sure you're going to be okay while I'm gone?" Pulling gently away from the embrace, she glanced up at him, smiling as she noticed the smirk now plastered on his face. "Right. Everything is going to be okay. I will be, you will be -- We'll both be just fine." Smiling widely, she went in for another hug, squeezing extra tight. "I love you," she stated a bit shakily into his chest. "I love you, too, princess," her father responded, giving her a gentle kiss on the top of her head before, reluctantly, getting into his car and driving away.

Approaching the beach house, her bags in tow and her father no longer anywhere in sight, she took in a deep breath and exhaled very slowly. Hell of a place to ditch a group of teenagers for the summer... She thought to herself, eyeing the exterior of the building. Still a bit hesitant to enter, she mustered all the courage she could find to just venture on inside. For quite some time she quietly wandered about the place, primarily in search of a room that wasn't taken but also just to get a feel for her new scenery. She always liked to take a step back and observe her surroundings in any new place -- merely out of habit, she supposed. Upon finding what appeared to be an empty bedroom, she lugged her belongings in and began admiring this room, as well.

After several minutes, she found herself sitting pretzel-style on her new bed, engrossed in We Were Liars once more. Unpacking right now, quite frankly, sounded awful. She would much rather read or even explore than have to worry about where she would be putting everything for her stay. Luckily, as always, she had placed a couple of the books she packed in her purse, making her reading-ready at any given time. The book she was currently reading was a new one she received as a gift and, as it turned out, one she found to be extremely interesting. For now, her plans were just to finish up the chapter she was in when she arrived, then possibly heading out of her room to see who else was there, though, if nobody stopped her from reading, she might just end up right where she is for the rest of the day.​

 

[AnimeliaAnimalia]

Bentley Allen

Type 6 | The Loyalist | The Band Geek

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"Ba da ba DUM DUM dum dum..." Bentley imitated the sounds of the drums as he used the mallets he had brought to mime the rhythm in time with the song. As he continued to the final buildup, imagining the rest of the band with him, he was interrupted by the noise of multiple voices coming from the hall. Tugging his earphones out of his ears, he scowled, extremely annoyed with having his practice cut short.


As he slowly opened his doorway, and peeked out into the hall, he saw quite a few characters chatting, right in the center of the hallway. Great. He should have seen this one coming, really. Not even a few hours in, and already his classmates were irritating him. He snorted to himself. Now his plan to stay holed up in his room was shot.


Grabbing his mallets and his music, earphones still on his neck, he stormed out into the hallway, completely done with the noise. "Ahem" he fake-coughed loudly, "excuse me, some of us are trying to get some important work done while you guys are busy making a huge racket." Glaring at the group, he shoved past them, intent on vacating the premises before he said something that would get him into trouble. There were four of them and only one of him after all. "Since you all insist on chattering in the middle of the hallway, it looks like I'll have to be the one to leave." Angrily, he went down the staircase, and searched for the back door, trying to reach some peace and quiet, if only for a precious moment. Finally finding it, Bentley exited the place and sighed, exhausted.


To his utter displeasure, he saw that someone had already beat him to it and—...was she smoking?! Disgusted with the behavior, but unwilling to head back inside, he settled for what he did best. "Asking" people to cease and desist.


"Um, excuse me, would you mind putting that out so I can at least practice this in peace?" he asked, smile more akin to a grimace. "I really don't want to go back in there so, if you would be so kind." Bentley wasn't really expecting it to go over that well though. Despite his efforts to always ask first, people almost never acquiesced with his requests and sooner or later(sooner rather than later), every interaction would escalate into a full-blown fight. Whatever, Bentley would rather have a shouting match with one person than four anyway. Expecting the worst, he waited for the girl's response.


@Otakaboo Chichan

 

[R O S E N R O T]

Josiah Hawley


Type II | The Caring, Interpersonal Type | The Nice Guy

Josiah was halfway up the stairs when a flash of pink burst in front of him. When the gum popped, his line of vision was then directed to the young woman who blew the bubble seconds ago. She has a hand extended, while a smile graced her face. He's sure that he had seen this girl a couple of times at school, due to her hard-to-miss rockabilly style, but they just never got acquainted for some reason. Without missing a beat, Josiah gave her his signature I-love-my-mom-and-I-eat-my-veggies smile, and shook her hand. "One and only," he replied when she asked for a confirmation of his name, before adding, "In this house, at least. Maybe." He grinned at her compliment, glad that the first person he met thinks that he can be a good company. "Huh. Haven't you tried the mirror?" he asked with a smirk when she complimented him, "Pretty sure there's someone cool there too. God, maybe that's why it's so chilly in here." The blond pretended to shiver, and started rubbing his arms. "Thanks though, didn't know I'm part of the cool kids." He smiled, then shifted his weight on one foot, suddenly aware of the weight of his bag on his shoulders. In response to her question about homework, he shrugged. "Nah, not really. Unless homework is always like this. Then I'll be doing it so religiously, I might become a priest. How does Reverend Josiah sound to you?" He smiled. ♫ And I'll live, live, live, live. Live while I can, dear. ♫ Smack me if I'm wrong, but you were singing 'Black Grease' right?" @Sunbather


Josiah opened his mouth to say something more, when a familiar face completely took his voice away from him. He didn't know that he'll be seeing her again. But even if he did, he didn't know what he will do. It had been months since they had talked to each other, months since he heard her voice on the other end of the phone saying, "I think we're better as friends. I'm sorry, but we're over." And now, here she is, standing before him. Avery Marinos; the cheerleader, the girl with the ridiculously pretty face and nice smile, the headstrong and stubborn girl who secretly has a kind heart, the girl that will only ever be just his friend, and the girl that happened to be the best and worst thing that had ever happened to his stupid life. As he watched Avery look at him with a smile on her face, all he wanted to do at that moment was to wrap his arms around her waist, bury his face at the top of her dark, wavy hair, and tell her that he thinks that her joke was funny. That she really got him that time because he was scared that she wasn't kidding. But she really wasn't. They were over, and her avoidance proved it. He has a lot of things to say to her, and a lot of questions to ask, but he doesn't know where to begin, or how to find the right words to say. So instead, he smiled a small smile, shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and said, "Hey." If she really wanted to be just friends, then that they will be. As long as it makes her happy. Even if whatever she felt probably didn't mean anything to her, it once meant the world to him. @Semblance


The blond was more than ready to step away from the awkward situation, but something else caught his eye. Bree Faith stepped into view, looking like a model, as always, in her high heels, floral skirt, and a crop top that complimented her nice figure. Bree has always been a good friend to him; she's fun and competitive, and even though she's self-centered, Josiah saw that she's more than just another pretty face. He didn't know what's currently going on between him and Bree though. Their friendship got complicated, but he didn't know why exactly. All he knows is that he notices a familiar feeling when Bree is around, but he's not sure what it is. Whatever it may be, he doesn't want another friend to leave him. "I'm really glad to see you here Bree," Josiah said in full sincerity as he walked over to her. "Wanna hang by the beach later? I challenge you to a sing-off duel," he said with a grin. Josiah knows he can't sing, but Bree loves to, and he loves to listen to Bree's voice whenever she does. @jmcknight08
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[Otakaboo Chichan]

Ember Rose || Type 5: The Investigator || The Rebel

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Ember was enjoying the peaceful silence outside. She tried to ignore the quiet, muffled voices coming from inside that somehow made her even angrier than she already was. At this point, she was maybe a little sick of her own attitude, but unfortunately she couldn't just choose to not be angry (as much as she wished she could). She figured that sooner or later she'd have to go back in there and run into everyone, however that would most definitely have to be later.


Or, sooner...? Someone or other had suddenly opened the back door, which of course immediately brought Ember's attention over to them. From the corner of her eye, she inspected him curiously, unsure of who he was. It was then that he asked her to quit smoking. Her eyes narrowed, her temper getting the better of her for a moment. "You have a problem? I was here first," she hissed at him. What'd he say about practice? Practice what? She noted his mallets, though he didn't seem have anything to play. Imaginary drums, maybe? Not really important right now, she thought, repeating what she'd just said aloud in her head. She did think that her words rung some truth, but she didn't really want to make any enemies yet; not when she had to live in the same building with them for a whole summer.


With an agitated sigh, she put the cigarette out, mumbling, "Whatever, they're bad for my health anyway," as she did. She actually didn't even really like the stench of cigarette smoke, so it wasn't too much of a big deal. With the last puff of smoke dispersing in the air, she then put her foot against the building and ran a hand through her hair, unsure of what she was supposed to do. She wondered if the guy at all recognized her- she was one of those kids after all, hard to miss. Well, whether he did or not didn't matter. He'd probably end up with the same impression of her anyway. Ember smirked. She was strangely fond of the way people dismissed her entirely only because of a bad reputation, or because she always made a less than good first impression. It was human nature, she supposed.


"Hm?" She glanced around, thinking that maybe she'd heard something, but no. She had only zoned out for a moment, though she was back now and still confused. Taking a deep breath, she decided to say a simple hello. They certainly didn't have to have any sort of conversation with each other, but naturally it'd be nice to know each other's names if they were going to be stuck living in the same house for however long. "You got a name? I'm Ember."


@AnimeliaAnimalia

 

[AnimeliaAnimalia]

Bentley Allen

Type 6 | The Loyalist | The Band Geek



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"You have a problem? I was here first." Hackles raised, Bentley was about to fire off his own snappy comeback when to his surprise, she complied and put out the cigarette. Mumbling about how they were bad for her health anyways, the girl ran a hand through her hair, seeming to want to move on from the topic. Suddenly on unsure footing—he could count on one hand how many people had surrendered to his requests without a fight—Bentley shifted uneasily, mind going blank on what to do now.


"You got a name? I'm Ember." Well, that was a start, he supposed. Wary over how calm the interaction seemed to be going, he hesitantly offered his name back. "I'm Bentley..." She hadn't offered a hand nor her last name, so despite what common courtesy told him, he didn't offer his back. Who knew what her angle was? Maybe she wanted to find out his last name so she could steal his identity? Or his money? Or...or...


He was letting his thoughts get the better of him again. Holding back a sigh, he looked at her from the corner of his eye. "...Thanks, for putting out the cigarette. At least you're better than those noisy guys inside." It was delivered pretty grudgingly, but Bentley figured it couldn't do any harm to say. It was the truth after all. A smoker willing to put out her cigarette on request was way better than four noisy loud-mouths, too wrapped up in "making friends" to remember that there were other people in the house. Yeah, the more he thought about it, the more Bentley figured that this wasn't such a bad alternative, all things considered. It's not like he had to talk to her, she didn't seem all too keen on socializing if her being stuck here at the back of the house was anything to go by. Deciding there was no other place he would be able to practice in peace, he stuck his earphones back in, and got ready to start playing again.


To his embarrassment, he realized there was no way he could hold up the sheets and play with both hands at the same time. Cheeks flaming, and abdomen churning in discomfort, he quickly scanned the nearby ground, relieved to find some fairly large rocks and sticks nearby. Setting them up to act as a makeshift stand, he got into position on the ground, finally ready to play the song.


That is, until the music blurred in front of his eyes.


"AGH!" Completely frazzled, Bentley realized he had left his glasses upstairs, back in his room. If he wanted to be able to read his music, he would have to go back up the the stairs, through the hallway, past everyone he had just shoved through, and—AHH! Why was it so hard just to practice one song?! One obstacle after another kept getting in his way, and it only made him more and more frustrated as time went on. It really wasn't helping having Ember here in the back with him either. A stranger—whose only known character trait was that she smoked—hanging out in the back of an isolated beach house was not Bentley's idea of a relaxed atmosphere. Although, her name did sound kind of familiar...whatever, he couldn't think about that now. Not with his current crisis. A whole day of practice. Totally destroyed.


Unless...he turned to Ember, his last ditch effort. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to go back inside and leave me out here would you?"


@Otakaboo Chichan

 

[kyrumption]

Noah Harris Park || Type 9 || The Peacemaker || The Artist

As much as Noah would rather stay in his room and continue his sketch, he knew he should greet the others. Well, perhaps not greet so much as make his presence known. He needed to end this making at least three friends, which he sadly knew he couldn't do coped up in his room. Thankfully he had the entirely of the summer, but he should at least see who his options were, asses just how difficult the task would be. So, ignoring his introverted nature, he stepped outside of his bedroom and into the hall.


He immediately regretted it. Noah gulped as he took noticed of his roommates for the whole summer, easily recognizable. Noah wasn't a social butterfly by any means but he would have to have been blind and deaf not to know who Bree, Avery and Josiah were. Drama Queen soon to be Prom Queen, Head Cheerleader straight out of Mean Girls and token Nice Guy. Noah would be surprised any of them actually knew his name, little wallflower Park. And the third girl, he was pretty sure was named Taylor. She wasn't exactly as well known as the other three but she had a reputation for being, for lack of a more fitting word, loud. In everything she did.


Noah knew Josiah was nice to everybody as a rule, so at the very least he wouldn't be ostracized. And Taylor, however unpredictable she was, didn't seem like she was a mean spirited person. Noah was a firm believer that everybody had some good in them, but he wondered whether a summer would enough for Avery and Bree. He could already feel the tension and it made his skin crawl. He inwardly sighed, hopefully he wouldn't have to spend the whole summer avoiding many people in the house. He felt awkward just standing there and wondered if he could simply slip out unnoticed. Maybe back to his room or outside.


@R O S E N R O T @Sunbather @Semblance @jmcknight08

 

[Sunbather]

? Taylor Maria Ryder ? Type 7: The Enthusiast ?

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Taylor smirked at his reciprocated compliments, a quick wink following. The girl loved flirting, even if it wasn't with the intention of going anywhere with the person. Hell, she wasn't even into guys, afterall, but it was fun to play the game. Much to her dismay, this has caused her an awful reputation as some sort of resident school whore. Taylor severly disliked these rumors, as they were very far from the truth, but her generally positive attitude aided her in pushing these things away as far as she could. Most of the time anyways. "So I take it I wasn't the only one who actually looked forward to this?" she asked, a little surprised. "You know, Reverend, most of the faces I've glanced at so far have been pretty grumpy. Don't know if you noticed, but we already have two real fuckin' edgy souls outside the house." she said with a grin. Taylor had only briefly seen someone peak into the house, only to immediately leave again. Of course, the curious girl would take a look what was up, only to see a girl with colorful hair and a buy sitting outside.


"Aaaaaaaaanyways, fuck yeah, that was Black Grease. Mhm, I like you alrea-" she tried to say, only to get interrupted by a familar voice. "AV!" she managed to muffle through the hug of death, laughing freely and mimicking the motion, now hugging the girl. "Looks like you just can't get away from me, huh?" she asked ironically, showing her white teeth as she laughed. Then, however, the mood would quickly shift once Avery and Josiah laid eyes on each other. "Oh... fuck... that's right... shit..." she muffled, her eyes quickly fixing themselves on the ground. Taylor wasn't one to be in touch with who was with who. She knew the two dated, but didn't bother much with learning the details. She concoled her friend when she was sad, and she knew they decided to stay friends. For Taylor, that was it. She hated drama, and she thought to herself, plenty of times even, that if it was her in this position, she'd truely mean staying friends. Life was too short for awkward hatchets. Still - she could sense the mood getting tenser. One could could cut the tension with a knife, as they say.

She noticed Bree coming up, now rolling her eyes. "Great... first this shit and now this stuck up bitch..." She decided to abstain from eye contact for now, unsure how to proceed. Contemplating how she could escape her predicament, she gratefully noticed a new face stepping out. "Thank god..." She mumbled an 'Excuse me, just a sec' and stepped away, approaching Noah. "Hey!" she greeted him energetically. "Taylor!" Her introduction was about as lively as it was short. "Give me an excuse to come into your room and I'll give you a tenner. Please..." Her voice was rather low, a sincere request of escape in her voice.

@Semblance @kyrumption @R O S E N R O T

 

[Otakaboo Chichan]

Ember Rose || Type 5: The Investigator || The Rebel

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Ember nodded as she learned the stranger's name; Bentley. She couldn't quite remember if she'd heard it around or not. "Has anyone ever called you 'Ben'?" It was a quiet, harmless question that was purely out of curiosity. She didn't really expect an answer. Ember stared off into the distance, listening but not bothering to look at him. Her eyes followed various figures walking around, talking, hanging out with friends. They all looked to be having a better time than she. Her own situation felt pretty awkward, and it didn't seem to be getting any better.


"...Thanks, for putting out the cigarette. At least you're better than those noisy guys inside." She looked over to him as he interrupted her thoughts. Of course, it wasn't quite possible for someone to ever speak to her and not stop her mid-thought. She was always thinking about anything and everything, examining things and people, asking herself questions about whatever she could... She shook her head lightly. "Yeah... no problem." It seemed to her that she was finally somewhat over the events of that morning that had forced her into such a bad mood. Of course, she wasn't any less annoyed about the school assignment, but at least now she didn't look like she would stab someone if they made one wrong move.


Seeing as how Bentley then put his earphones in, Ember figured that there would be no more conversation. It was kind of a relief, even if it was a little strange to have someone five feet away from her when there was going to be no social interaction whatsoever. After a minute, she pulled out her phone from her pocket and started tapping on it. Anyone who has ever used a touchscreen could probably figure out through the motion of her finger that she was scrolling through something, but what she was looking at, only she would ever know (unless there was an incredibly nosy person nearby that she didn't know about, which seemed very unlikely). Occasionally she'd glance up from the electronic screen to see what Bentley was doing. He definitely seemed embarrassed, evident by his tinted face. Quite frankly, Ember didn't care. An obvious mistake was made in not bringing an actual stand, but she was almost impressed that he was willing to try and make a stand out of literally sticks and stones. That took some bit of dedication- more than she had.


She blinked at Bentley's shout of sorts, wondering what in the world just happened. To her, it looked like he'd just yelled for the sake of yelling, which was weird. She didn't mean to stare, and didn't even know she was, but she was waiting for him to say something, to clarify that he wasn't crazy and that something startled him or something like that. However, what he said was much different than what she had expected. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to go back inside and leave me out here would you?" She gave him a look like she was waiting for him to say something along the lines of, "Just joking," but that moment didn't come. "What? I've got my limits, you know. Don't test them. I put out my cigarette and I'm about as quiet as can be without being dead, so I don't see why you should have any problem with me being here." Her tone made it fairly clear that she was making a point, and that she was not going to do whatever he asked of her. She was annoyed that he even dared to ask her, but she tried her best not to be too harsh. Gotta live with these people, she reminded herself. She would not start this out by making an enemy. That was the last thing that anyone there needed. "...I'm not going back in there until I can get to my room without having to see anyone."


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[jmcknight08]

Bree Faith

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Type 3|The Drama Queen

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If it was anyone else, Bree would have been beyond offended that someone even suggested singing with or against her simply because she was confident she was better. Hell, she thought she was better than anyone on you heard on the radio or on those petty singing competitions where the judges pretended to be blown away by the talent of the competitors and their annoying sap stories before pressing some button to deem them worthy of moving on. But it wasn't one of those people, it was Josiah. Whatever they were, she enjoyed his company even when she wasn't belting out some showtune. When he said that he was glad to see her she felt her heart flutter in a way that usually would have made her gag, instead, she liked it, that along with every other feeling that came from being around him, "Glad to see you too, J. Now I know there's at least one friendly face here." The words rolled off her tongue before her lips went into a smirk at his offer. Out of anyone who liked her voice it was him that truly seemed to enjoy watching her and her musical passion and that was something that made her genuinley happy, "you're so on." @R O S E N R O T


Bree gave a glance to another boy that stepped into the hall, she could easily tell he wasn't that comfortable. She couldn't say she had any knowledge of his name or who he was for that matter. She had a feeling that there would be a few unfamiliar faces around the house. She gave him a friendly wave even though she really could have cared less for his presence, but she had to sell herself positively if she wanted any chance at fame, much less, to make friends while Talyor and Avery were here probably already plotting to destroy her. She wanted to laugh at the fact that the louder girl had already started talking to him, she wanted to ask if she was planning on getting with some random boy in the first hour but decided it was best to play nice. @Sunbather @kyrumption


Her light eyes floated back to the man that stood in front of her, she couldn't help but admire the shape of his face, the softness of his flawless skin and the way the natural sunlight that beamed through the windows of the beach house glistened on his eyes. She didn't know when or even how she became so infatuated with her closest friend, she so badly just didn't want to blow it. Without his friendship and insanely impressive ways of keeping her calm when things weren't going well were too valuable to risk, no matter how much she wanted to. Either way, she doubted he would ever return such feelings, with her luck, he was probably waiting to get back together with the wicked witch of a cheerleader herself.

 

[kyrumption]

Noah Harris Park || The Peacemaker || The Artist

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Noah quickly realized that any attempts to slowly slink away would be futile. He had been found. He barely had the time to mutter a small "Hi," to the group at large before Taylor was bounding towards him. "Hey!" She greeted, "Taylor!" short, sweet and to the point, Noah could respect that. He was pleased to see he was right about her name. One of the few, (or many, depending on how you look at it) perks about being practically invisible outside of your friends is that you got to know everybody, even when no one gets to know you. He put his hand out then quickly retracted it and made an awkward movement of putting both his hands behind his back once he realized they were still covered in charcoal. Off to a great start, Park, he thought sarcastically. Nice.





"I'm Noah," He told Taylor, albeit loud enough that the other three standing in the hallway could hear. He was about to make up some excuse about going to check out the rest of the house, or maybe he was about to stay and actually attempt conversation, he wasn't sure but then Taylor whispered, "Give me an excuse to come into your room and I'll give you a tenner. Please...".





Noah was slightly taken back but one look at the people in front of him and he could understand. "We just got here, is it that bad already?" He sighed. That tension he had been picking up on had only increased as the trio were left to their own devices, trying to play nice. He turned to Taylor and saw true desperation in her expression. He was relieved to find out he wasn't the only one in this house adverse to drama. He racked his brain for excuses to leave, but couldn't think of one that actually made sense. He wanted really badly to help Taylor, out of empathy and just naturally always trying to make people comfortable. "My room is currently full of papers, with some charcoal mess on the desk, so I don't know." He mumbled apologetically with a shrug. "It also has a window." He added as an afterthought unhelpfully. Another glance at the group, at Taylor and he said, "Maybe it'd be best if we just slowly walk away..."


@Sunbather

 

[Semblance]

Avery Marinos


Type 8 | The Challenger | The Cheerleader
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"I didn't know you signed up either, awesome, right?" Bree responded in a fake condescending voice. "Of course. We're going to have the best summer ever," Avery replied sarcastically to the self-centered blonde girl with a fake smile as well.


The cheerleader's piercing brown eyes darted back over to Josiah as they locked eyes for the first time in a few months. "Hi, how are you?" she managed to say after he had greeted her. She figured that if they were going to be living in the same house for the entire summer, they might as well try to be civil. He was the only guy who could ever make her feel weak at the knees, butterflies in her stomach, and at a lost for words. Usually, Avery was the one who was in control, commanding the relationship and always having the upper hand. But not him. Not Josiah. And that had scared the shit out of her, eventually leading to her cold break-up in order to prevent her own heart from getting broken. Because no one broke Avery's heart.


She tried to hide the scowl that crossed her face when Josiah went up to Bree and asked to hang out. The cheerleader had completely forgotten that her ex was good friends with that self-centered drama queen. The brunette wasn't blind either. She had noticed their little interactions and the change in the vibe between them, although she wasn't sure if it was only from Bree's side or if it was reciprocated. Avery shrugged, convincing herself that she didn't care who he got with now that they were broken up.


Her brown eyes sparkled in amusement as she watched Taylor flirt with Josiah. However, she didn't feel any jealousy since she knew that Taylor was like that with everyone. And she was confident that the girl wouldn't try to get with her friend's ex. Plus, she would much rather have her flirt with Josiah than Bree. Every time the blonde opened her mouth, Avery felt the urge to slap it close. When she was dating Josiah, the brunette had put in effort to be her friend, but now that they were broke up, she didn't see a need to.


Her longing gaze subconsciously found themselves onto her ex again, admiring his toned muscles and defined face, before switching over to a new boy who had entered the hallway. The cheerleader watched Taylor immediately jump at the chance to talk to him, but she didn't share the same feelings as her friend. Avery was in no mood to be friendly and talk to new people right now after her encounter with Bree and Josiah. "I'm going outside. I'll catch you later," the brunette told her loud friend before briskly making her way down the wooden stairs.


She made a bee line for the back door, searching for a place to become lost in her thoughts, when she saw that there were already two people there. She stifled a groan as she stepped onto the back porch, letting the salty ocean breeze play with her soft brown locks. "Great," she muttered to herself when she found her hope for some peace and quiet destroyed by the presence of the two teenagers. However, Avery figured that this was at least better than having to deal with the awkward interactions between her ex and his annoying flirting friend upstairs. Her brown eyes observed the girl and the boy in front of her, not recognizing either of them, but she wasn't surprised. They seemed like the ones who kept to themselves and never got invited to any parties. However, the familiar smell of tobacco caught her attention as she looked at the cigarette on the table that was recently put out. She figured that it must have belonged to the girl. "Do you mind if I get a cig?" Avery asked the girl, trying to put a smile on her face. She didn't smoke often at all, and in fact, had only recently started that semester after the break up with Josiah, but a smoke was just what she needed right now.


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[AnimeliaAnimalia]

Bentley Allen

Type 6 | The Loyalist | The Band Geek
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As expected, Ember didn't seem very happy at all with his request. Not that Bentley was surprised, but he was annoyed by her irked response. "What? I've got my limits, you know. Don't test them." Was it really so much to ask that she just leave for a bit?

Obviously, it's not as if the instant she left he would magically be able to read his music, but her presence there wasn't really helping him deal with the situation. Bentley knew that he was prone to working himself into a frenzy, and when he was surrounded by people he didn't know or didn't like (aka everyone), it only made things worse. Which is what had happened right now. Bentley was frustrated, irritated, and exhausted. A few moments alone, isolated with his thoughts, and void of any human contact were all he asked. Was that too much? As he kept going in circles, around and around in his head, Bentley started getting more and more infuriated, while Ember continued speaking. "...I don't see why you should have any problem with me being here." Oh he had a problem all right. A lot of problems. He was exiled outside by noisy, drama-ridden children, forced to confront someone just to get them to put out their cigarette, had to make a music stand out of sticks and stones, and after all that, couldn't read his music. Oh yeah, he could write an encyclopedia on his problems, and it wasn't even the end of the day yet.


"I'm not going back in there until I can get to my room without having to see anyone." What?! Did this girl think he wanted to go back in there?! All he wanted was to be able to practice in peace. Not only was he unable to do that, but thanks to her, he couldn't even get a moment to himself. She had been out here for who knows how long, all by herself. He had been forced out of his own room because of all the racket in the house. What right did she have to be so selfish?! Fed up, Bentley stood from his place on the ground, mallets still in his hand. "What—"


....The back door opened forcefully, interrupting his angry retort. It was none other than Avery Marinos, cheerleader extraordinaire. Flinching, Bentley immediately shut his mouth, backing up a few steps for good measure. There were few people that frightened him, but she was one of them. Confrontational and stubborn, Bentley had never dared to start an argument with her. Hardly someone who would back down from a fight, Avery was the type who might reach over and rip him a new one if she was provoked. Bentley wasn't afraid of fighting, it wouldn't be the first time an argument had escalated into fists flying; but it wouldn't go over well with the fosters, or the band. If there was one thing Bentley didn't want, it was to leave band. Which is exactly what would happen if he got into a fist fight. Hence, for various reasons, he had always vacated the premises whenever Marinos had showed up.


Reasons that just expanded to include the fact that she smoked, apparently...


Awesome.


He was never going to get to practice today was he?


@Semblance @Otakaboo Chichan

 

[Otakaboo Chichan]

Ember Rose || Type 5: The Investigator || The Rebel

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Waiting for Bentley's reply (which was expected to be somewhat agitated), Ember stood outside in silence. Her eyes eventually wandered away from him, her gaze soon landing on the sky. It was such a happy sky with it's fluffy clouds and overwhelmingly blue color, along with the blindingly bright sun that beat down on the ground. The occasional breeze fortunately kept it cool enough outside to stay out there for more than five minutes.


The green eyed girl turned back to Bentley, moments away from adding something to what she'd last said to him, when finally he began something. However, all he managed to say was a single word before the back door swung open. Ember had heard the footsteps inside, but she hadn't thought that they were actually heading for the door. She put a hand to her forehead and held back from groaning. She was gaining a headache from the ever-growing party that was soon to happen if people kept walking outside. Apparently, a lot of the other students on the assignment needed some time alone... too bad the quietest place around was already inhabited.


Turning her head to the brunette that'd just walked out of the house, she glanced over her, almost not recognizing her. However, when the girl's face came into view, it was easily identifiable as Avery, the cheerleader. Her last name was a bit of a mystery to Ember, as she'd never cared enough to find it out. She didn't know Avery very well, or at all really, but for some reason she just annoyed Ember. It was probably the cheerleader thing. She hated cheerleaders, as every one she'd so far ran into was ditsy and annoying. Or maybe, she'd just driven that stereotype so far into her head that she was a bit blinded by it. Either way, that wasn't something to fret about in that moment. Another person had now joined the outcasted gang, and it just had to be someone thought to be less than likable. This time, there was no holding back the annoyed sigh. Two people there was already too much. The third being Avery was... ugh. She didn't even seem to know who Ember was, which kind of bugged her, though truthfully it would be pretty hard to know every student in the school anyway... especially the few that were always absent. Sometimes she just thought that she was more well known that she really was.


"Do you mind if I get a cig?" Well, that certainly woke Ember up. She shot Bentley a look, knowing that he'd most likely be annoyed if she were to give someone a cigarette when he clearly didn't want anyone smoking near him. Though, he already seemed to be a bit pissed at her. Honestly, she had no idea what she'd said, but she didn't much care either. If he wanted to be mad at her over nothing, so be it. And, if he really cared all that much about the cigarette thing, he could go back inside, because it wasn't like they could smoke indoors. Besides, he looked like he was having some issues trying to practice there anyway, though why exactly was unknown.


Shrugging, Ember reached into her pocket and pulled out another cigarette. She turned to Avery and handed it over, asking, "you smoke?" as she did. It didn't seem a thing that a person such as Avery would do, but it's not like Ember knew her enough to really know that. She considered grabbing a second cigarette for herself, but ultimately decided not to. Instead, she pulled out a stick of gum. That'd most certainly be much more healthy. As she put the gum in her mouth, she started pondering whether or not she should introduce herself, as she did when Bentley first walked outside. This time though, she left that up to Avery. If she asked for a name, she'd get one, but otherwise, it'd be nice to maybe, hopefully, relive the peace that took place when only Ember was outside.