Realistic or Modern The Melting Pot

[Sunbather]

? Taylor Maria Ryder ? Type 7: The Enthusiast ?

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Taylor rolled her eyes a little, but a faint laugh escaped her at the same time, signaling she wasn't seriously annoyed, just a bit dumbfounded that the boy didn't get the hint. "A window?" she asked with a chuckle. "I don't know about you, but I'm not a comic book villain." she replied to his suggestion, still smirking. The girl shook her head and thought about her option. She almost decided to just push Noah in the room and follow, but that'd probably be kind of rude. Plus, Bree would most likely have a field day twisting the reality just enough to make her look like some desperate skank. A part of Taylor just wanted to scream the truth at the blonde, but she held herself back rather well. It was in this moment, that the tense, little scene between the ex-lovers (and Bree) seemed to dissolve. She looked back, a little confused, and tilted her head. After a few seconds, she looked back at Noah and gave him a little smile. "I think it's fine now, really. But... uh... still, thanks." she said, relieved that the awful situation has taken care of itself. But Avery was storming out now. Taylor frowned and decided she needed to be there for the girl.


"I'll talk to you later, promise!" she managed to say towards Noah - gracefully ignoring Bree throughout the entire thing - and ran up after Avery. She reached and opened the door, eventually seeing Avery next to the two kids she had seen from her window, earlier on, when someone audibly left the house. "Hey... Hey, Avy... Are you okay?" she asked emphatically, laying a hand on the girl's shoulder. It was only now that she noticd Ember and Bentley. She gave them a quick nod and a nervous smile. "Hey." she murmured towards them, giving each a quick wave before returning her attention to Avery. "You know you can't run from them the entire summer, right?" She tried to sound as understaning as she could, but she also wanted to actually get the girl to get over the relationship. "Come on... we're here, together, we'll have fine, right? It's just a boy... you're gonna meet new ones." Taylor now hugged Avery, quickly, cautious not to overburden her friend.

@Semblance @kyrumption

 

[Semblance]

Avery Marinos


Type 8 | The Challenger | The Cheerleader
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Avery noticed that the timid boy subconsciously took a few steps back from her, but she wasn't surprised. She knew that she had a major resting bitch face, especially when she was unhappy, such as now. She shot the boy an intimidating look before her piercing gaze shifted over to the girl as she handed her a cigarette, asking if the brunette smoked. Avery wasn't surprised at the question either, as smoking didn't exactly go along with the stereotype that most people had in mind when they think of cheerleaders. However, it had offered some solace after her coldhearted break up with Josiah, and she had only smoked very few times to make sure she didn't get addicted. "Thanks," the cheerleader muttered as she took the cigarette from the girl's hand. "Yeah, but not much at all. I only started recently," she added to answer her question.


Avery placed the small white paper cylinder in between her soft pink lips and took the lighter that was on the table, not bothering to ask the girl if she could use it. She let the fire consume the end of the cigarette and allowed the smoke to fill her lungs before slowly breathing it back out. Her gaze shifted over to the open ocean waves and the soft yellow sand, allowing herself to become lost in her thoughts as she smoked her cigarette. The brunette realized that she had basically stormed down the stairs and she didn't want to give Josiah or Bree the satisfaction of knowing how much she had been affected. It wasn't in her character to just run away from her problems as she usually meets them head on.


Just then, the back door opened and she snapped back to reality when she saw Taylor stepping out to join them. The brunette noticed the sympathy in her friend's eyes as Taylor tried to console her, giving her a hug. "Thanks, I know. It's just going to take some getting used to, especially when that bimbo is all over him. Seriously, I'm going to slap her one day," Avery replied, referring to Bree, as she hugged her friend back. "You know what, I'm going back up. Who knows, maybe me and Bree will become best friends," she decided sarcastically after a few moments with a determined look in her eyes. It seemed like Taylor's words were just what she had needed. "I won't let them feel any satisfaction," the brunette said as she put the cigarette out and turned around to walk back into the house.


@Sunbather @Otakaboo Chichan @AnimeliaAnimalia

 

[Otakaboo Chichan]

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

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A smirk crept up Ember's face. She nodded as a sort of "you're welcome" gesture to Avery. She glanced to the side where Bentley stood, still wondering what his problem was. She figured, if he wasn't gone in the next five minutes, she'd leave herself. He looked to need some peace and quiet more than she did. Besides, this was an all new area for her to explore, so it certainly wasn't as if she only had the house to go. Really, she didn't know why she hadn't gone for a walk a while ago. With these thoughts in mind, she pushed herself off the wall and was about to proclaim that she was going out, when the door opened yet again. "Are you serious?" she muttered quietly, but no one seemed to take notice- or at least, no one responded. That was probably for the best though, because her reaction would have been much different if she'd known who had opened the door. For once, a genuine smile spread across her face as she waved towards the girl; Taylor. They'd never been best friends or anything, but Taylor was one of the few people in the world that Ember actually enjoyed the company of.


But wait... was she... friends with Avery? Ember's smile slipped away. Either this was a conspiracy against her, or Avery was sort of an okay person. The latter of the two was obviously much more likely, but it was still a rather horrid thought. However, facts were, Avery really didn't seem as bad as Ember had thought her to be, even if they'd only just exchanged a few words. Shrugging her shoulders, she decided it was best to let time decide what would become of their relationship. The cheerleader and the rebel would be an awfully odd pair, but together they could probably destroy the school... Maybe. The idea made Ember chuckle quietly to herself. This summer might turn out to be some fun after all, she thought. So far she'd met three people, two being relatively tolerable and the other actually being pretty fun. Only eight more to go. Why, didn't that trigger a sigh.


She looked up to the two girls having a little conversation of their own. What- who were they talking about? Apparently some "bimbo" and a guy who had made Avery upset somehow, or something like that. This sparked Ember's curiosity. Of course, then Bree's name came out, and she literally cringed. No real conversation had ever happened between the two, but enough was known to make Ember absolutely hate the stuck-up blonde. What an easy way to break her spirit. Nevertheless, there was still the matter of the guy, whatever his name might be. Avery had already ran inside without a second to let anyone else speak (what a waste of a cigarette), but Taylor fortunately stayed in the doorway long enough for Ember to get a word or two in. "Yo," she began, greeting her in her typical hello, "Who are y'all talking about? Who else is in there? Besides, ugh, Bree..." A second later, she added, "I'll give you a cig too if you tell me." It was more or less a joke, as Ember didn't actually know if Taylor smoked, but it was all just fun and games.

 

[Sunbather]

? Taylor Maria Ryder ? Type 7: The Enthusiast ?

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Taylor had nodded encouragingly, giving Avery a friendly smile, as she listened to her friend speak. She just wanted everyone to get along as well as possible, but even moreso, she didn't want her friend to feel bad throughout the entire summer. The girl gave Avery's hand a little squeeze and a gentle nudge to the back, as she had announced to head back into the house. "Now that's the spirit!" she ensured her, an almost proud smirk on her face. "Just... don't burn down the house, alright?" she added with a smile, giving Avery a quick wave as the cheerleader headed back, presumably confronting her problems with her ex. Taylor then looked at the other two teenagers, and wasn't quite sure if she was welcomed, as the boy that sat there seemed rather unpleased with her presence. Ember, however, seemed much more approachable. Taylor made a few steps towards her.





"Hey. Long time no see." she remarked with a little smile, as she sat down next to the girl and took a deep breath. The air was vitalizing, in a way. "I like the hair. New?" she asked, feeling like she'd remember the vibrant color, though she wasn't sure if it may have just been recolored. While Taylor's face was genuinely concerned and worried before, she now showed a sincere, soft smile. Taylor often wondered if people mistook her as fake, considering how fast she could sometimes go through emotions. A mental shrug later, she scrunched up her nose in regards to Ember's question. "You don't need to bribe me, dude." she said with a wink. "I don't like the smell anyways. Stinks. Uhm... no offense, of course. You do you." the girl quickly added. "Uhh... It's kind of awkward. Josiah is here too and... Yeah, they broke up and stuff. I actually really like Josiah, so I was, like... you know, joking with him, and then Avie came, and... I don't know... It's just... kinda weird." she said, her voice indicating that she was unsure just how to deal with it herself. "Plus..." Taylor started, scoffing inbetween her words. "Bree's here too, which means things will suuuck. I think she's hot for Josiah, to top it all off. Ugh..." She rolled her eyes and gestured shooting herself, then chuckled rather heartily. "I just don't want a summer full of drama. I just wanna have some fun." Taylor sighed and leaned against a wooden post, pouting.

@Semblance @Otakaboo Chichan

 

[AnimeliaAnimalia]

Bentley Allen

Type 6 | The Loyalist | The Band Geek
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Bentley didn't know how much more of this he could take. He felt like a coca-cola bottle constantly

accepting more and more mentos; about to explode, but unable to. He was really regretting signing up for this extra credit social experiment thing. Things couldn't get much worse. Miss Taylor Maria Ryder had opened the back door and joined the little motley crew of two rejects plus cheerleader out back. Infamous for being well, a slut, Ryder was another face that Bentley actively avoided. He didn't want to hang around people who went through sex like they were eating popcorn.


As she and Marinos exchanged quiet words, Bentley started to realize what exactly had been going on in that house this whole time. Months ago, he had heard through the grapevine that local "Nice Guy" Josiah Hawley and "Cheerleader" Avery Marinos had broken up their idealistic relationship and gone their separate ways. Honestly, it'd probably have never even reached him if the news hadn't sent the flute section into a frenzy trying to determine the cause of the breakup.


It was kind of funny how Bentley, who had been the least interested in the news at the time, was now here, listening to all of the "juicy details" from Marinos' own mouth.


One good thing had come out of this. Once all the girls' attention had left him, Bentley found out that he was calming down a bit from his bubbling rant. Maybe if he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was back in the band room, with the flutists tittering in front of him. He had to hold in a laugh at that. None of these people were anything like his bandmates for sure, but if he was forced to compare and match, these girls were most definitely not suited to be flutists.


Brought out of his vision of Ember and Ryder having a duel with flutes instead of swords, and Marinos using her flute to literally, beat some sense into Hawley, Bentley heard another name. Bree Faith. The School's number one drama queen. Just how many of the school's popular kids had joined this assignment? From what he could glean from the conversation happening in front of him, it looked like she was moving in on Hawley as a way to get to Marinos. Not the most idiotic plan ever if Marinos' reaction was anything to go by. He frankly had to give the drama queen props for that.


When finally, finally, somebody left to go back into the house, Bentley felt a bit more at ease. Giving up on practicing for the moment, he turned his body towards the two remaining girls as they conversed. "I just don't want a summer full of drama. I just wanna have fun." Snorting at the laid back attitude, he had to admit that the first sentiment was to his total agreement. "Well," he butted in, unsure why he was even bothering, "not that it's any of my business, but "drama-free" doesn't seem to be in any of their dictionaries." Bentley couldn't deal with a lot of things(smoking, slacking, lying, being loud, talking, shouting, etc.), but he was surprisingly tolerant of gossip and drama. As long as he wasn't involved, and it didn't affect work, he usually turned a blind eye to it. Shrugging as he took his music off of the makeshift stand, he continued, "If you ask me, it'd be better if everyone stayed locked in their rooms instead. Who knows? Maybe we could boycott this whole experiment thing without having to "share secrets" and stuff." It was partly a joke, but he wasn't in the mood to make it sound like it. Leaning against the wall of the beach house, he started thinking about what he should do now. Trying to put on a smile, he tried to see if he could somehow push his luck about being left alone. Now that he knew what was going on, he really didn't want to go back inside.


"Are you sure you guys wouldn't like it better inside? With, you know, your...friends? And...uh...rooms?...And...um.....friends?"


@Sunbather @Otakaboo Chichan

 

[Otakaboo Chichan]

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

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"No kidding." It was really such a relief to see someone that she could talk to honestly. She gestured to Bentley and whispered to Taylor, "Hey, don't mind him, I think he's just in a bad mood." Maybe he was always in a bad mood. He did sort of seem like that type of person, but Ember didn't want to make any assumptions about anyone yet. "I like the hair. New?" Ember nodded. "More or less." It had been the same variety of colors for two or so months, but had recently been retouched. Ember's eyes temporally wandered above to the sky, her mind nearly empty for once, but she was quickly brought back to Earth by Taylor's saying that no bribing was needed. It seemed for a split second that she thought that maybe she'd offended Ember, but that wasn't an easy thing to do. "No worries, I don't really like the smell either." It was maybe a weird thought to some- a smoker doesn't like the smell of cigarettes? But in reality, smoking was a rare thing to catch Ember doing, even though she almost always had a pack in her pocket.


She quieted down to listen to Taylor go on about what happened inside with Josiah and Avery and Bree. Thank god she was outside during that. "Avie? You mean Avery? Wow, you two are friendlier with each other than I thought. Anyhow- Josiah? I kind of recognize the name but... Oh! No, that's someone else..." She paused for a moment before changing the subject slightly. "Bree though? My god, some supernatural force is working against us all." Cracking a smirk at Taylor's shooting gesture, Ember nodded in agreement. "I just don't want a summer full of drama. I just wanna have some fun." Before having a chance to reply, another voice chimed in. Ember turned her head to Bentley as he spoke. "Well, not that it's any of my business, but "drama-free" doesn't seem to be in any of their dictionaries." She had to agree with him, on both that and what he said after about everyone staying holed up in their rooms all summer. Right, our secrets... I wonder...? She didn't at all want to tell her own to anyone, but she was very much interested in knowing everyone else's. This assignment would require some investigation if she really wanted to get her hands on some dirt about everyone- not that she'd go gossiping about it, but it'd be a fun challenge with some interesting information as an award if she succeeded.


Wait, what was the last thing Bentley said? Something about going inside again. She was pretty sure he also mentioned friends. That was worth a laugh. It was highly unlikely any more of her friends would be in there. However, instead of being rude about it, she only shrugged. "I guess I should probably go feed them," she mumbled to herself, talking about her hamsters that she'd smuggled with her. "Hey- wanna go check out some places 'round here in a bit?" She'd turned back to Taylor, wondering if she cared any to explore some. "Maybe we can invite someone. Is anyone besides Bree, Avery, and what's-his-name?- Josiah- here?"

 

[Semblance]

Avery Marinos


Type 8 | The Challenger | The Cheerleader
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Avery made her way back inside the house and headed up the staircase. However, when she reached the top, she saw that Josiah was already gone. After figuring out from Bree and some of the other teenagers that he had gone to the store, she breathed a small sigh of relief. She hated the effect he still had on her and she was reminded of it every time she was around him. There was a reason why Avery had avoided him all semester and refused to talk to him.


She went back down the wooden staircase and headed out the back door again to join the others. "They weren't there. Apparently he went to the store," the brunette told Taylor, ignoring the other two. "This house is getting boring. Let's go to the beach," she suggested, immediately falling back into her leadership role that she had back at home with the other cheerleaders. "It'll be fun. Who knows, there might be some cute guys," she said playfully with a wink. It was about time that she found another boy in her life. Avery didn't even look at the other two, not bothering to take the initiative to invite them. They could come if they wanted to, but she wasn't going to go out of her way to ask them. "Plus, I drove here, so my car is still on the driveway," she added as she started to head back into the house to grab her stuff.

 

[Sunbather]

? Taylor Maria Ryder ? Type 7: The Enthusiast ?

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Taylor crancked her head towars Bentley, surprised that he had decided to join the conversation. She figured he'd be the type to just silently sit there. As he suggested that this couldn't possibly be a drama-free zone, Taylor chuckled a little sadly. "Maybe... I guess it's kinda natural. I mean, the teenager stereotypes must come from somewhere, I suppose." She brought up her arms over her head, intertwining the fingers - palms towards the sky - and stretched herself. A few bones and her knuckles cracked, but Taylor looked rather relaxed afterwards. "That sounds safe, sure, but... Also kind of boring, don't you think? Locked up for the whole summer? Plus, that'll make a nice tan pretty hard, heh." she stated, obviously a little tongue-in-cheek. She shrugged at his idea. "I mean... We aren't exactly, like, bound to some contract. We don't HAVE to share secrets. I do really need the grade though, my dad's gonna kick my ass if I fail class this year." She spoke in a rather desperate tone, one that it made it clear she was all too aware she had fucked up her grades this time around. Bentley's awfully obvious attempt at being alone made her laugh a little. "Jeez, man, do you hate us so much?" she simply asked, letting him hang thinking she'd cause drama - though she clearly had no intentions to do so.


Now facing Ember again, she smiled a little as the girl with the bright purple hair sounded just a tad bit disapproving. "Miss Rose, are you jealous?" she asked, tilting her head a little as she put her hands onto her hips. With a laugh, she relaxed and leaned against the post once more. "Yeah, must be bad luck or something. Brie's about the worst person at our school." She scoffed and showed a rather ugly smirk - not because it looked bad, Taylor was universally considered to be rather attractive - her feelings towards the resident blonde bitch just started to shine through. "Yeah, Noah is here too. I don't really know him. You know, that shy Asian boy? Seemed pretty intimidated by everyone, but he seems nice. So... could be wo..."


Just as she was about to finish her sentence, Avery came out of the door again, joining the little group. She smiled, happy to see her friend in a less sad or angered state. "Yeah. Some flirting can't hurt, I guess." she said with a faint smile. Something about her voice was different than before. Less enthusiastic. Maybe it was just imagination though, as she had the same spunk to her words immediately after. "I'm game for some beach. Ember?" Taylor turned to the other girl, her gestures clearly inviting. "The more the merrier." The brunette suddenly smirked and stood up, only to kneel down in front of Bentley. "Hey, you, Debbie Downer. Whaddya say, come with us? I know you're all edgy and thoughtful, but some fun at a nice beach can't hurt, right?" She suddenly fult compelled to get the boy with them, wanting to pull him out of his shell a little. "I promise, if you go with us, I'll let you sit alone for the rest of the summer. Deal?" Taylor extended her hand and grinned.

@Semblance @Otakaboo Chichan @AnimeliaAnimalia

 

[jmcknight08]

Bree Faith

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Type 3|The Drama Queen

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After Josiah had left, with a little good bye hug from the blonde before. Bree was unsure of whether she should find someone to socialize with. She end up deciding against it, knowing that those she'd already had been people that weren't all too fond of her. She sighed, deciding to wait until someone came and talked to her. Until then, she drifted into her room, leaving the door open in case there was another lonely soul in the house.


She leaned over to her bags, opening the drawers and filling them with her clothing and other little things she'd brought with her. Once she was satisfied with it, perfectly organized and dealt with, she gently placed her bags in the bottom of the closet before standing infront of the mirror. She adjusted her clothing, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt and moving the straps of her cropped top to straighten it. She smiled at herself, making sure her teeth were perfectly white before moving her hands to brush out her blonde hair. Bree wasn't obsessed with her appearance, but she couldn't handle not looking good, she knew her personality wasn't all that likeable so she had to have something over people.


She wondered if there was even a chance of her making friends on this assignment, she wanted to fix things with people, she wanted to be a step closer to her goal of being famous. She craved the spotlight and the fans that were just in her grasp. Still, she lacked friendship and care from other people. She let off a small frown, Avery, Taylor, there were plenty of people who had problems with her, she wanted to try being nicer but it was hard to change. She'd learned to be selfish, to stand up for herself.


She bit her lip, her mouth opening and she began singing, the only thing that could rest her thoughts. The Fall Out Boy lyrics were different than her usual Broadway showtunes or generic pop music, "Don't panic, no not yet, I know I'm the one you want to forget, Cue all the love to leave my heart, It’s time for me to fall apart."

 

[Otakaboo Chichan]

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

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Ember listened to Taylor speak to Bentley about what he had said. She agreed with both of them, but wished they'd stop talking about the assignment. It was starting to put her down again. The whole thing seemed like a plan devised by the devil himself. Of course, she viewed the school system as being the devil anyway, so it made sense. Nevertheless, it wasn't yet important. They had the entire summer to do the assignment, so hopefully the first bit could be spent more or less carefree, even if everyone hated each other.


After Taylor finished saying whatever to Bentley, she turned back to Ember, asking if she was jealous. "Me? Jealous? How dare you accuse me of such a thing," she said in a joking way, over dramatically putting a hand to her chest and making some sort of fake shocked face. After a small laugh, Ember nodded in agreement about Bree being "about the worst person" at their school. Taylor then went on to say that Noah was also around, but considering she couldn't even finish her sentence before there was another interruption, Ember wasn't able to say anything about it. By this point, she was ridiculously sick of the amount of people interrupting her, and it had to be Avery no less. Ember just couldn't find it in her heart to put up with her, even if she was supposedly Taylor's friend. She was two seconds away from complaining about Avery, but Taylor managed to speak before she did, probably for the better. It annoyed her that the girl completely disregarded her, and how she sounded more like she was demanding than asking or suggesting, and how she had to mention the possibility of there being cute boys at the beach- because what else did teenage girls ever think about besides guys?


"I'm game for some beach. Ember?" Ember glanced off to the side, almost rolling her eyes, though not specifically at Taylor. When she'd asked if Taylor wanted to go exploring with her, she'd pretty much meant anywhere but the beach. It simply wasn't a place she felt like going yet. In a less than friendly tone, she replied, "Yeah no I'm good, running around barefoot in overly revealing clothes and trying to catch the attention of 'cute boys' isn't really my thing." She'd much rather spend her time talking to her brainless hamsters, which she still needed to feed. It was with those words that she gave a small wave and turned to the door, deciding it was finally time to go back inside. She knew she likely overreacted some, and wouldn't be surprised if someone was all, "What's your problem?" but that didn't matter to her. It was too awkward there anyway, with the clashing personalities between the four people outside. Ember paused just before walking back indoors. She was waiting to see if anyone had anything to say before she disappeared into the house, likely not to be seen by the sun again for the rest of the day.

 

[AnimeliaAnimalia]

Bentley Allen

Type 6 | The Loyalist | The Band Geek
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"

Jeez, man, do you hate us so much?" Another attempt fallen flat. He couldn't catch a break.


Idly, he looked down at the first page of his music. It's not like he could read it, but maybe, he could somehow sneak into his room, retrieve his glasses, and hightail it back outside before the screaming started. On the other hand, he had no clue who else was upstairs. He already knew that Faith was up there, but surely there were others, like that guy who had gotten off the bus with him. He tuned into the girls' conversation.


"Yeah, Noah is here too. I don't really know him." Noah? Noah. Noah. Okay Bentley had definitely heard that name before. "You know, that shy Asian boy?" Eyes wide, he realized that it could be none other than Noah Park. Someone he certainly didn't think he needed to see.


When Marinos had come back out, and informed them that Mr. Hawley had left the building, he had to say he was impressed with her ability to rebound so quickly. Ryder seemed completey on board with her plan to hit the beach and pick up dudes, though Ember was noticeably not, if her quick escape was any indication. Sighing, Bentley started leafing through the papers in his hands, lacking anything else to do. Maybe he could practice with one hand? At least for now.


"Hey, you, Debbie Downer. Whaddya say, come with us? I know you're all edgy and thoughtful, but some fun at a nice beach can't hurt right?" Um, no. Marinos and Ryder were both people he wanted to stay far far away from, for very different reasons than the ones for Noah. Opening his mouth to refuse, he got cut off by Ryder. "I promise, if you go with us, I'll let you sit alone for the rest of the summer. Deal?"


Immediately, alarm bells started sounding in his head. That. That right there was suspicious. A bargain that seemingly benefited only Bentley and had Ryder at the short end of the stick? A supposed "friendship" extended to the quiet guy? Oh no, he wasn't fooled. That kind of thing didn't happen in real life, and definitely not from people like Ryder.


"No thank you. I think I'll try my luck with Ember and friends inside." Grabbing his music, he headed for the door. Yes, he was probably better off inside with Miss Antisocial. And Mysterious Bus Rider.


...And Noah.....





God, he forgot about Noah.


"On second thought, I think I'll go after all." If he stayed out here in the back, he'd be alone with his unreadable music, which would be nice, but boring. Walking on the beach no longer seemed as unpleasant, at least when compared to heading back into that house. "As long as we don't stay out too long. I have a lot of practicing to do tomorrow." The last part he mumbled to himself, mind already whirling about how he was going to accomplish that.


@Sunbather @Semblance

 

[kyrumption]

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

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Noah wasn't exactly sure what to do. He felt out of place, wandering aimlessly around the house. After his brief, but pleasant enough conversation with Taylor, the little mixing pit of drama in the hallway that thankfully dissipated by itself. He heard Josiah say he was going to the store, which relieved Noah. It's nice to know that a house full of teenagers has at least a few semi responsible people to keep everyone from starving. It's not like Noah was your stereotypical rich kid, he could cook fairly well, Eni had made sure of that. It's just that between his paintings and sketches sometimes, Noah sometimes forgets to cook for a while. Or eat. Or sleep.


Part of him wanted to go back to his room and put some finishing touches on the charcoal sketch he had been working on; but one of the rooms he found while exploring was a bathroom. After furiously scrubbing for several minutes, he had managed to get off most of the charcoal and leftover paint from yesterday, apparent from the little he had managed to get on his white t-shirt. Charcoal was always so difficult. Either way, he knew he was just kidding and torturing himself staring at that piece. He knew when he was done, even if he didn't want to admit it. God he needed a distraction, a new muse. His mom asked him two days ago why he had started 'trying out a different style'. He had nearly puked.


Pushing those thoughts from his mind for now, he rounded back to the front of the house where all the rooms where, as well as the entrance to the back porch. He heard somebody singing and debated whether he should approach them. He wasn't a hundred percent sure, mostly because he never bothered to go to any school musical or concert, but he thought it was Bree singing. Noah didn't have any ill feelings towards Bree, not yet, but the idea of trying to strike up a one on one with Miss Perfect Prom Queen, was a bit out there for him.


He could go out and explore the pier a little. He hated the sand, and even though he didn't doubt that somehow, he'd end up on the beach this summer, he'd rather it not be so quick. That being said, sitting locked up in his room wasn't the best idea either. It sounds good, but do does passing this assignment.


Come to think, maybe forcing introverted kids into extrovert situations wasn't the best plan the school's ever had.


Noah turned slightly and knocked over a vase.

 

[Alisonxo]

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Spencer's eyes shifted from the her interlocked hands to the cars dashboard. The landrover's lit digital clock projecting the time. She was late.


Spencer was wearing one of her summer outfits, consisting of a white button up, modest designer shorts, and tan booties, coordinating with her tan hat and bow tie. Her handbag was tucked neatly between her and the car door, while her wrists were adorned with expensive jewllery, one of the bracelets just opened that day.


Her mother talked her into this whole idea. Although she didn't need this, extra help, she would happily take another opportunity to scrawl at the long list of things she did. Would she put this under charity work? Or her duty to humanity? She chuckled lightly to herself.


Her hazel eyes fell upon the large beach house ahead of the road. While her father let out a soft laugh, she too giggled. It was large, yes, but the way that the school had bragged about it, she expected it to be just as large as the White-house.


Spence had always hated the beach, the sun, the sand.


She loved the winter. The snow falling like light cotton, the condensation of her breath while she sipped on her cappachino at her favourite coffee place downtown. She loved the scarves, the hats and the coats. She loved Christmas, and everything that came along with it.


And of course, she loved the ice. The place where she felt most alive.


And there was no doubt in her mind, that her trainer would ever let her on a surfboard on the sea, as she would be training herself over the next few weeks, doing ever day stretches, and practicing her routines whenever she could.


She gave a goodbye wave to her father after he left the luggage at the front door. She turend in her heels and opened the door, going straight for a spare room, and setting her bags in there. She had no idea who would be here, all she knew, was that she would keep to herself.


As soon as she left the room, she noticed a boy. Charcoal stained his fingertips, while his shirt was still a mess. Noah?


The kid that usually showed up to Sunday brunch with his hands just like they always were. Although, his parents forced him to at least comb his hair over. Although Spencer didn't understand his way with art, she never really had an issue with Noah.


Smash.





The vase thudded the floor, and the brunette let out a short gasp. Bringing her hand to her chest. Spencer then let out a laugh, before walking up to the him.


"Need a hand? Or can you manage by yourself?"


The class president stood at perfect posture, her hand being brought to her hip once again. She didn't know wether he would recognise her, but he was definatley a character to remember.


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[Semblance]

Avery Marinos


Type 8 | The Challenger | The Cheerleader
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A bright smile crossed Avery's face as Taylor voiced her agreement for the beach. She could already feel the bright sunlight against her tan skin and the sound of the soft ocean waves filling the background. A slight scowl appeared on her face when her friend invited the other two, but she didn't object. She promised herself before the trip that she was going to at least try to extend her social group. After all, they were going to be here for the whole summer and it's not like she was planning on talking to any new friends once school started anyway.


Her piercing brown eyes shifted over to the blue-haired girl who now had an annoyed look on her face. Avery shrugged a little to herself, not really bothering to ask or care. However, she was still surprised when Ember declined the beach offer in a hostile tone. The brunette cheerleader crossed her arms and glared at the annoyed girl. "Whatever," Avery said sharply, rolling her eyes, as she watched Ember retreat back into the house. "What is her problem?" she asked the remaining two once the back door had closed, mainly looking at Taylor.


A confused look crossed the brunette's face as Bentley seemed a little rattled and decided that he would go back into the house, only to change his mind a second later. She wondered what had caused his sudden mood swing but again, she didn't bother to ask or care. "Let's go! I'm going to grab my stuff. Meet out front," Avery told the two before skipping back inside.


She made her way up the wooden stairs and caught the sight of a familiar curly brunette settle into one of the remaining spare rooms. The cheerleader recognized her as the class president, so she wasn't surprised at all that the girl had taken the opportunity of extra credit. Spencer was most likely trying to aspire for the Valedictorian spot at graduation, even though everyone knew that it was going to be Daniel. Avery entered her room and changed into a bright red skimpy bikini before putting her clothes back over it. She filled a beach bag with her towel and clothes before slipping on a pair of aviators and flip flops. With one last look in the mirror, the brunette exited her room and began to make her way back down the stairs.

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[Sunbather]

? Taylor Maria Ryder ? Type 7: The Enthusiast ?

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Taylor, still squatted down nodded towards Avery, indicating that she'd follow in a bit. Once her friend went inside, the girl focused on Bentley once more. "Really? Well... I'll be damned. Heh." She stood up and looked down, trying to read Bentley's thoughts through his chronically grumpy expression. "I REALLY thougt you'd say no, but... That's a pleasant surprise." she stated, now giving him a little smile. Taylor's genuine, warm smiles had always looked a little weird. The seemingly natural sleaziness on her sly face, it almost contradicted the sincere expression of friendliness. "Just let's have some fun, okay? I don't know about you, but I'd prefer to be friends with everyone who's here. Or do you want to be annoyed around all the time?" It sounded a bit like an accusation, but really, it was a justified question, and that could be heard by the way she spoke. "Oh, also..." she started, turning around before going inside to get ready. "While Avy's on the hunt for guys, you and I..." she pointed her index finger at Bentley, then at her. "We're gonna have some quality bonding time." She grinned brightly, showing her white teeth. "See you in a second!" Taylor said, disappearing in the house.


Consciously trying to be as quite as possible, Taylor evaded the rest of the group and sneaked into her room. Quickly, she filled up a little bag with a towerl and two watter bottles. She locked her door, stripped down and put on her bikini. It was an averagly cut, pure red one Not exactly very covering and conservative, but not exactly skimpy either. Taylor pulled up her jeans again, but threw her shirt into her bag, deciding the bikini top would suffice for now. Quickly, a set of flip-flops were slipped on. She hastily left her room, went downstairs and headed towards the exit to meet up with the other two.

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[AnimeliaAnimalia]

Bentley Allen

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Type 6 | The Loyalist | The Band Geek

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"While Avy's on the hunt for guys, you and I..." Ryder indicated the two of them, making Bentley frown, "We're gonna have some quality bonding time." He rolled his eyes. Bentley didn't want "quality bonding time" thank you very much. He just really wanted to get out of here. Preferably all the way out to the stratosphere. But, despite his fervent wishes, he was stuck here, trapped in this—in this, high school version of Jersey Shore! The worst part was that, now that he was left alone, he couldn't even make use of the time. Thrusting his hands in his pockets, Bentley stopped and took notice of the beach for the first time. It really was pretty. Too bad he was stuck here with a bunch of—


A crash sounded from inside the house. Startled, Bentley turned around and stepped to the door, putting his ear to it. Although it was muffled, he managed to place two voices that seemed to be talking about a broken vase. Hmph. Looks like their first case of damaged property had already happened. Oh well. Luckily, there was no need for him to head back inside the house.


Except...


...Bentley realized he was still holding his sheet music and mallets. Hissing with irritation—how could he have forgotten about them?—he slowly opened the back door a crack, immediately closing it again when he saw who the two voices that were talking were. Spencer McCabe and Noah Parker. He would rather not see McCabe after the last tiff they got into. And Noah, well...it was better to leave things alone with Noah...


Ooookay so it ooks like mallets, music, and all were going to join him on his walk on the beach. Yay.


Folding up his jeans so they wouldn't get as much sand on them, Bentley went around to the front of the house to wait for the two girls, stuffing his earphones in as he walked.


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