Realistic or Modern We All Break Sometimes (Main)

[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: concerned; accepting

OUTFIT

LOCATION: College Fair at Anchor Bay High School

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Chimney Swift (Max)

tags

TL;DR

talk about forward

tl;dr

Chance Matthews

the battle within will have collateral damage

With two phones, that weren’t his, in his hand all Chance could do was laugh. Releasing Max Berkowitz to the public should’ve been something that maybe his twin sister handled, Max was already arguing with half of Anchor Bay -okay an exaggeration- and Chance wanted to calm his friend down. The social situation allowed Chance to forget his worry about possibly coming so, the two boys easily cruised into the spacious gym, their conversations about college acting as a distraction.

Texas A&M is probably where I want to go for track. But I'm sure whatever college you pick, you'd be a great fit.

Walking besides Max felt isolating and comforting at the same time. It was nice having someone that was experiencing the same thing he was, and Chance couldn't deny that his feelings towards Max was a little more on the romantic side. But it also felt like the whole world was watching him walk next to his friend. They needed to talk about this or Chance was going to become Max and overthink everything.

Mariah hated him. So did Tabitha. Talking to Max about everything was going to be overwhelming. Winnie was dealing with her own problems. He was pretty sure his aunt and uncle were going through marriage, adult things. So this was something that he had to figure out himself.

As the two teenage boys pass an empty hallway, Chance softly grasps Max's hand and pulls him down it, away from prying eyes. When the settle in the folds of the dark hallway Forget college, we're only juniors anyways. We need to talk about this or I might go crazy Max. So let's talk, please.

code by valen t.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Flustered

OUTFIT: Hangover Chic

LOCATION: A Quiet Hallway...

basics

MENTIONS:
Harper Dazzle
Mariah tamarapasek
Zach lion.

INT:
Chance ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR
Max gets pulled into an empty hallway and now he and Chance need to talk about their feelings.

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

After minutes of dead silence, watching the gym for signs of impending disaster, Max felt Chance's fingers lock into his own, pressing their palms together.
The sudden touch had Max's heart jump into his throat-- for a moment he was afraid of who might have seen, but then he was quickly pulled off into an empty hallway where the only eyes on him were Chance's.
They were alone together again, hand-in-hand, Max quickly backing up against the lockers to try to stay grounded.
This felt just like the Fourth of July.
Max only had dizzy fragments of memories from that night, but that first time he let himself lean into Chance and feel the heat of his skin was etched deep into his mind. No amount of alcohol would have been able to erase that.
But this time, instead of Max drunkenly pulling closer for a kiss, Chance caught Max's eye contact and only lifted his free hand to say something.

"Forget college, we're only juniors anyways. We need to talk about this or I might go crazy Max. So let's talk, please."

Chance managed to get the whole sentence out without letting go of Max's hand. And Max knew, instinctively, exactly what it was that Chance wanted to talk about.
The silence couldn't last forever.
"You want to talk about..." Max faltered, biting his lower lip. He didn't feel ready to talk about this at all. The idea of making a decision, another choice that could hurt his friends and drive him further away from everyone... the very thought seemed to grip and dig into his lungs like claws.
Every decision Max had ever made was wrong. He had only ever screwed up and made things worse. He couldn't do that to Chance.
"I don't... I don't know. I don't know." His hand got stuck repeating the motion I don't know until it lost all meaning.
"I like you, Chance." His hand moved before he was ready to say it, blurting the phrase out without his permission. Though he instantly drew back, cringing, he took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his fist, and repeated himself. "I like you."

He pulled his hand away from Chance's slowly, painfully. It was one of the hardest things Max had ever done.
"But... we can't... I can't do this to you. You don't want this, right? I outed you. I made you break up with Mariah. I screwed things up for you, and for me to just come in and say 'I want to date you' or 'hey Chance, you should be my boyfriend' is like... I'm just... I can't do that to you. I'm so sorry. I never wanted it to be this way. I only..."
Stop.
Don't you dare start crying again.

It didn't even matter what Max had been trying to say. He was going far too fast and his hands were shaking too much for most of it to be understood anyhow.

All Max ever wanted was to just stop having feelings like this.
He had the audacity to fall for girls like Harper: smart, capable, mature, perfect. To say she was too good for him was an understatement. He shouldn't even be talking to someone like her, but to even imagine that she would... that was just unforgivable. He had no business but to just bury it all and pray she never found out. Because if she did, she'd hate him.
Just how no one was ever going to know how he'd always admired Zach, who was funny and confident and just... so fucking beautiful. Max couldn't even say he was jealous; it was more than that. Much more.
But Chance? That was the worst of all, because Chance was just like him: sixteen, quiet, deep in the closet. If it weren't for Max, Chance could have gone on and never told anyone his secrets, never had to break things off with Mariah. He could have had a better life if Max had just kept his mouth to himself.
But now it was too late, and people knew he liked boys, and that Max liked Chance, and that maybe... maybe, there was a fraction of a possibility that Chance really did want him.
No.

"Maybe we should just take it slow." Max didn't even know what he meant by that, but the stillness was too unbearable for him to stop talking. He felt like if he so much as lowered his arm, the building would collapse around them. "Like... we don't need to do anything right now. We just... I don't know. I... I should've asked you how you felt. I'm so sorry. Do you..." He ended the sentence unfinished, as he always did. Max could never manage more than half of a thought under stress. Closing a sentence meant there was no way to take it back. So he stopped, and finished only with the look in his pale pain-stricken eyes.
What do you want, Chance?

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: upset; little tipsy; bored

OUTFIT

LOCATION: Anchor Bay High School

basics

MENTIONS:
purplecowdutch (Alistair)

INT:
Chimney Swift (Foot Moncher)

tags

TL;DR

She needs a distraction

tl;dr

Liv Matthews

pour yourself a glass, you deserve it

You are a very interesting character Ivy Dawkins. No wonder my niblings like you.

Ivy's appearance had made Liv's spirits rise. Thinking about her husband was bumming her out and not even the conversation with Alistair was lifting her mood. But sorry kid, I'm allergic to alligators, it's why I picked the school.

Olivia loved the carefree nature that Ivy seemed to hold, the fashion designer knew deep down that she was probably hurting. It was only a few years ago where Liv was sabotaging herself the same way, drinking and partying too much. The awareness of Ivy's situation is probably what drew the older woman to the teenager. It tugged at her heart, especially since she knew that Ivy was an orphan, there was no one for her. Liv was fortunate to have her family, her husband, even freaking Alistair. Ivy had no one.

Liv wasn't going to pity her, she hated it when people did it to her before, so she knew that the young girl would also hate it. But she was going to show that life is fun. You're not even officially a freshman, why worry about college? And I'm only here cause Winnie signed me up. Talk about buzzkill. Liv finishes the sketch of the dress she'd made, putting her signature and the date at the bottom left corner of the page.

Closing up the sketch book, she stuffs it into her large purse in exchange for her car keys. She stands up, towering over the brunette in front of her. Well I'm bored and I want ice cream. Let's go to......Liv thinks for a moment, thinking of the best ice cream shop that was close enough. Boston. Yeah, there's a nice parlor near the pier. She shrugs, a smile on her face A two hour drive for ice cream is nothing. We'll be back before midnight, maybe? I don't know.

She doesn't even wait for Ivy's answer and just starts walking towards the exit keys in hand, propping her sunglasses on her face. There was nothing Liv enjoyed more than abandoning her adult responsibilities, and kidnapping a child along the way only made it more fun. Come on Foot Moncher, let's have some fun.

code by valen t.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Go crazy go stupid

OUTFIT: Flamingo

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Liv ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR Ivy runs into Liv and discusses going to school in Florida.

tl;dr

Ivy Dawkins

Don't threaten me with a good time

"Me? Worried about college? Pfft." Ivy rolled her eyes and blew a puff of air up over her nose to move some strands of her hair. "I don't even wanna think about more school. Who's even gonna pay for that shit? Imagine me forking over my life savings just to do more math in a fancy building. Yuck." Very few foster children ended up graduating high school, let alone going on to higher education. Ivy didn't see herself being the exception to that trend. Even before all this happened, she always pictured herself skipping college to go straight to Broadway or the circus or whatever her little heart desired. And maybe it was because she was only 14 and barely put any thought into this anyway, but somehow she still couldn't even imagine a degree in her future. "I'm just here because here is a place. I'm having more fun here than I'd have in the parking lot behind the supermarket, even with the crazy squirrel lady. You're more fun than the crazy squirrel lady, Liver. That's a big compliment."
Ivy did not elaborate on who the crazy squirrel lady was, much to the detriment of anyone who might have overheard. Liv was bored, too. Perfect.

The suggestion of running away to the city for the afternoon got a thrilled cheer out of the pint-sized devil, who pumped her fist in the air like she'd just won the lottery. "Yeessss!!! Screw what cousin Winifred says!!" Then she quickly lowered her voice, to avoid drawing attention to Olivia as she abandoned her station. "Let's go to Boston. There's a waffle cone calling my name. Ooh, and we should go to Fanueil Hall and see if the bagpipe guy is still there..."

For state foster care reasons, Ivy technically wasn't supposed to be going on adventures from town to town like this (mostly because of the officials who would be liable if anything happened to her.) Luckily, though, the group home that Ivy was currently stuck in was less-than-stellar about keeping track of the teens' whereabouts. Ivy, her roommate, and the rest of them were always wandering off someplace, or high, or just causing trouble. Ivy was pretty sure one or two of the girls had gone missing at some point in the months she'd been there. The whole situation was a bit disturbing, but Ivy enjoyed taking advantage of the ill-gotten freedoms that the negligence allowed her.

Surely no one of these kids was that hellbent on attending the University of Miami that they'd be too sorely missed. Ivy would rather worry over which ice cream flavors to pick from than think about who was going to support her through college after she aged out of state care. That shit was boring.

code by valen t.

 

[Myling]

scroll

ballet boy

Ronan.

mood

happy

outfit

Simple

location

Ro's home

interactions

Jesse

tags

Qwertycakes

"Do you think it was okay to leave early?"

Ronan asked even though he totally thought leaving the college fair early was worth it. Ronan was still a junior and unsure whether he wanted to even go to college after high school. His sister Roslyn had dreamed about studying art in college for years, but they didn't have enough money to pay for both sibling's tuition. Roslyn had always put Ro's needs before her own so it would be only fair for her to go to school. Besides Ronan wanted to earn a living with ballet, he didn't need any schools for that. Pure talent would be enough.

The tv was on, but neither of the boys were paying attention to the changing pictures on the screen. It wasn't like there was anything interesting to watch at this time of the day. The tv was on more just for some background noise. Roslyn was at work so the two boys got to be alone in their own peace. There was no other way Jesse would have agreed to come into Ronan's house. He didn't feel comfortable about dating another guy, so their relationship was kept as a secret. Ronan however would have wished otherwise. He truly loved Jesse and wanted the whole world to know that.

Ro was laying down on the sofa, his head resting on Jesse's lap. Jesse was patting Ronan's shaved head and Ronan could feel the warmth of the other boy's hands on his scalp. It was a nice feeling. They didn't always have it easy but Ronan couldn't help but feel all these warm fuzzy emotions towards the blond boy. He would enjoy the sweet moment as long as it would stay sweet. No matter how much Ro cared for Jesse and how much he tried to please Jesse, was the older boy quite erratic. He would be sweet in one moment and then yelling at Ronan in another. Not to talk about how he would even hit Ro, if he was pissed enough.

"Nevermind. It was totally the right decision to skip the college fair for the rest of the day." Ronan said out loud in a cheerful tone. "Otherwise I wouldn't have you all for me alone. I really wish we could stay this way forever." Ronan continued speaking as his smile just got gradually bigger and bigger. He really meant every word he had just let out. And Ronan really, really wished the two of them would stay like this for a long time. But at the same time he couldn't help but worry about the future. Him doing something to make Jesse pissed about, would happen sooner or later and in the worst scenario it would lead to the blond one acting violent again. Ronan didn't mind paing or being hit, he had experimented with boxing a little bit so he was used to that. However what always hurt the most was Jesse belittling him. But even worse than that was the look in his eyes: the anger and disappointment.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: focused; content; conflicted

OUTFIT

LOCATION: Elegance Dance Studio

basics

MENTIONS:
tamarapasek (Ashley)
INT:
Qwertycakes (Dustin)

tags

TL;DR

does she know what love is?

tl;dr

Winnie Matthews

the scars you can't see are the hardest to heal

Everything about Dustin overwhelmed Winnie. To the way he smiled. To the way he looked at her, his eyes twinkling with some form of admiration . The way his fingers grazed her wrist and the way his soft lips pressed against her skin. She had maybe felt this way once before, but this one somehow felt better. So much better. Tell him Winona.

Nothing, I just love--

The start of his sentence made Winnie's heart crescendo, but when he ends it with 'just because,' Winnie could feel it plummet. She tried not showing the disappointment on her face, bring a smile on her face instead.

She probably was too young to even think about love, but if this is how she's feeling for a second time then maybe it was. Winnie didn't know what to do. But if he had said those words in that second, Winona might've answered back. But he didn't, so she didn't have to worry for now. Especially with conflicting feelings swimming around inside her. About her boyfriend, their future, his feelings for Ashley.

The wrap skirt lightly flowed around her and grazed against her thigh, it was the only thing that grounded her besides her hand in Dustin's. She was enjoying the moment for however long it lasted, because lately it seemed like they would find anything to bicker about. Winnie tried, but sometimes it was hard not to. Because everytime she looked at Dustin and he looked at her, she could just imagine him looking at another girl the same way and it crushed her inside. Was she not enough for him?

I am totally up for making out later. And you might be right about the college thing, but better safe than sorry right? She lays her head on his shoulder as they make their way through the fair, her eyes grazing over the various college choices.

His confidence in her about Juilliard warmed her, but again conflicting feelings about them arose again. That is two years away, do you really...think that we'll make– She doesn't finish the sentence, cause she doesn't know how to. She was naive enough to fall in love with her boyfriend, but she also knew that they couldn't really last that long. Winona wasn't going to stand in the way of two people that had feelings for each other, especially not in the expense of her own feelings. Winnie could also see how Ashley looked at him. Maybe this wasn't a fight that Winnie should try to partake in.

Maybe we shouldn't try to think that far ahead, let's just think about now, yeah? She avoids his eyesight, looking at their joined hands and then looking at the space around them. Yeah, let's just focus on the now.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: concerned; guilty; bashful

OUTFIT

LOCATION: His Apartment

basics

MENTIONS:
@LowkeyLovingLoki (Artie)

INT:
Elf_Ruler (Carson)

tags

TL;DR
He's trying to help so many people, but himself.

tl;dr

Hassim Alsani

in the process of letting go you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself

Hassim didn't notice that time was going to rush past him like that when he was helping Artemis. Yes, he had plans with Carson but Artemis hadn't seem to tell anyone else about his problems. It seemed as if Hassim was all Artemis had for the time being. Taking a detour to the apartment seemed like the right thing to do, but when he glanced at his watch and saw that he was 85 minutes past the time he was supposed to meet Carson. After making sure that Artemis was okay, Hassim makes his way out of his friend's apartment.

He makes it to his residence fairly quickly, probably driving a little faster than he should have. Hassim basically flies up the stairs, skipping every other step even while his hand is filled with gifts that his mom made. When he lands on his floor, he spots Carson sitting next to the door. She looked beautiful, her hair cascading over her shoulder and down her chest as she looked down at her phone. He didn't deserve her and he knew that she would be upset about him being late.

He takes a deep breathe before stepping more into the hallway. Hey, he softly sighs, a soft smile on his face. He puts the boxes of sweets in one hand while placing his other so he could lift her up from the floor. When she is standing in front of him, Hassim cups her jaw and brings her in for a kiss, relishing on how perfect her lips felt against his. Sorry, I'm late. Traffic and then I was helping a member of the AA group I help out with. He places another kiss on her lip after moving a strand of her hair behind her ear. I am all yours now. And I have sweets. Hassim raises his other hand filled with a basket of Egyptian sweets that his mother made for Carson.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: concerned; accepting

OUTFIT

LOCATION: College Fair at Anchor Bay High School

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Chimney Swift (Max)

tags

TL;DR

talk about forward

tl;dr

Chance Matthews

the battle within will have collateral damage

What did Chance want?

Was it Max he wanted? Maybe. Did Max want him? He wasn't so sure, especially has Max looked as if he wanted to run from Chance's gaze.

When Max signs I like you, surprise taints the runner's face with the widening of his eyes and an arch of his brow. Max liked him? Chance felt his heart swoop after momentarily stopping. Chance never realized how much he liked Max. There was no way that Chance could feel this much in such little time. Maybe it was the way they instantly clicked when they became friends or the way that Max cared for his friends. Maybe the way he stumbled around in his room trying to find his shoes. Chance didn't know but Max did liked him. And Chance? That kiss unlocked a lot of feelings.

The 'but' that the brunette boy signs stills Chance. But? But what? Did Max not want him? When their hands separate, he takes a step back as a way to give the distance that Max maybe wanted.

Chance could read Max like a book, they've been friends for years now. Max wanted him to answer the question as to how they moved forward. Well, Chance could tell that Max wasn't ready. He wasn't ready for them. Ready to be out. So Chance starts slow, like Max had asked, his hands mirroring the person across from him. I like you too. He smiles softly. But I know you Max, and I know you're not ready. And I won't force you into anything now.

His right hand raises to Max's cheek and he softly grazes it as a form of comfort. I'll be here for you, don't worry about it, okay?

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[PenguinFox]

MOOD: Anxious

OUTFIT: The nicest clothes she brought with her (i.e the ones without holes)

LOCATION: Her car > Blu's

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
r e i

tags

TL;DR Liz has a lot on her plate

tl;dr

Liz

Thought I could take this to my grave, instead I let it bury me

Both her head and her life had been in a blur ever since the fourth of July party Liz had gone too. She couldn't remember much after burning her hand other than meeting up with Isa at some point. Since that point she had practically been dissociating the entire time. When she was able to connect to reality she experienced a rollercoaster of emotions, followed with loggings in and out of twitter. It was slowly starting to become apparent that the highs and lows of her emotions were steadily becoming lower. With her mother struggling to find work Liz figured it fell to her to provide for her and her mom. They really couldn't live in a motel forever after all, and maybe getting out more would do the young Bishop girl some good.

Before she had even arrived in Anchor Bay Isa had promised to try and get Liz a job with her. A legitimate job, not the side business Isa ran. Liz knew Isa's dealing but didn't really say much about it. She didn't like the idea of her number one being in that kind of situation but she knew that life was hard and you had to do what you had to do to get by. Her number one person not being in immediate danger was Liz's biggest concern and to the best of her knowledge, Isa was in no immediate danger. So the Bishop daughter was now on her way to pick up Isa so they could go together to her place of employment; Blu's.

As she drove Liz's mind wandered and she absentmindedly gnawed at her fingernails. She had agreed to meet up with Jayce at that party but never did. She wasn't looking forward to the encounter by any means but at least she could've closed that chapter. Since she was a woman of her word she then tried to reschedule the meet up, foolishly thinking that Jayce wouldn't weasel out of it. Liz's jaw clenched at the thought. How many times would it take of him abandoning her for her to learn her lesson? Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she cursed herself for being stupid. He had proven time and again that she shouldn't even bother with him yet she couldn't stop giving him chances; chances that ended up being used to hurt her.

Speaking of hurt, her mind then wandered to Carson. Of course she'd never admit it out loud but Liz had had a crush on the older girl for almost as long as she could remember. She didn't want to believe it but knowing that Carson was in a relationship both hurt her and boiled a rage inside her. Liz always thought jealousy to be a stupid emotion, more so than other emotions. She hated herself for getting jealous but she couldn't help it. It was made only worse by how Carson talked about her boyfriend. Apparently he was a decent guy, which made it harder to hate him.

Liz finally pulled up to where Isa was staying. She was a little late sure, but her best friend would forgive her. She always did, and if not then they'd scrap, Liz would take a fall and their score would be settled. As the younger girl approached her car Liz felt her muscles relax some. Typically being around her best friend relieved all of the edge but thoughts began to run amuck. For starters Liz had had a weird dream, at least she thought it was a dream. The night of the fourth she had gone home with Isa drunk. She kept scolding her for being stupid and burning herself but she was gentle and sweet about it. She dreamed that her Wolf was taking care of her and being sweet. Then right as she finished bandaging her hand Liz leaned forward and kissed Isa. The Bishop girl was pretty sure that was just a drunken dream because if she had actually kissed her best friend surely she'd have brought it up, right?

Then there were these rumors going around. Several people kept implying to Liz that Isa may or may not have feelings for her. Which was utterly ridiculous. If there was one thing Liz knew for sure it was that she was unlovable. It had been proven to her enough times already. Even if that weren't true, her best friend certainly wouldn't love her. She knew her the best, which meant she knew all of Liz's many flaws. Maybe Liz could trick someone that didn't know her as well into loving her, but Isa knew every detail about her. Besides that, Liz was no good for Isa anyway. The younger girl needed a far better influence than a degenerate like Liz. She had no future and would only make Isa's life worse.

The brunette teenager did her best to clear her face of any non neutral expression before her closest friend entered the car but it wasn't enough. Wolf could see right through her Bear. It wasn't long before she commented, asking what was going on. "As long as she's not the type to scream at her employees. A lot of restaurant people do that. Think they're Gordon Ramsay or whatever." Liz purposely tried to dodge the question. After a moment of silence she felt warmth on her hand. Brown eyes glanced downward to the hand resting on her own. Somewhere deep down in her chest Liz felt a sensation that was almost like coming inside from the cold. "Nothing..." she started slowly. "I'm fine." Almost as if on cue Liz's phone buzzed. Taking any excuse to avoid an awkward or 'how are you?' type conversation, she pulled her phone out and checked it. It was a message from her father. She let out a heavy sigh and turned back to her person in this difficult world. "Just a lot on my mind is all....ready to go?" Liz didn't really wait for a response before restarting her car and setting off towards Blu's

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Happy/Content

OUTFIT: Here

LOCATION: Ronan's

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:

Ronan Myling

tags

TL;DR: A nice moment with Ronan

tl;dr

Jesse Casablancas

We move like a bad scene shot in the dark

"I don't think anyone's gonna miss us at the college fair," Jesse smirked, his bright blue eyes gazing lovingly into Ronan's deep, velvety brown ones. He only showed up to the stupid college fair to meet up with Ro anyway. It's not like college was a major likelihood in his future. Even if he could manage to pay for it himself, Jesse never liked school all that much, and would just as soon never set foot in a classroom again after graduation.

Jesse's smile faded at Ronan's confession, musing on how he wished the boys could be together like this forever. He stayed quiet, idly stroking the peach fuzz on Ronan's shaved head. Jesse wished the same of course, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat like so many other times he couldn't admit his true feelings.

Why now, he wasn't sure. It wasn't as if his father was around to hear him. It was a quiet, safe moment with just the two of them. Jesse wasn't consumed with anger or confusion or not in control of his feelings. Feeling like he had to have the upper hand by any means necessary. Why was that always so important to him? In this moment with Ro lying peacefully in his lap, things like power dynamics seemed so petty and useless when they could just be happy like this instead. Yes, if only things could stay this way. The best he could offer was a kiss to Ronan's forehead, the tender kiss interrupted by a laugh as he had to contort himself nearly in half to reach the boy's head in his lap.

"You're at a weird angle," He chuckled, slipping out from under Ronan. He stretched out on the couch, pulling the smaller boy close to lay on top of himself so they were now face to face. Jesse smiled, admiring Ronan's adorably handsome features, and he couldn't resist giving him a quick kiss on the nose, followed by another longer kiss to the boy's soft lips.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Logan Barlowe

Approximately one week had passed and Logan had fucked up everything in her life within a short period of time. It started with the bar and it ended up with her and Alistair being more than intimate. She had opened up to him, talked with him, drank with him, did drugs with him, and finally ending her time with him by sleeping with him. Though after all of that she felt nothing but regret. She loved Drew and she had done something terrible to him and she couldn’t take back what she had done. Instead all she could do was beg him to come back to her and apologize. Her heart had ached as she fought with Alistair, because part of her wanted to believe that maybe he could treat her better than Drew. Part of her knew his problem with drinking was the same as Drew with drugs. In the end she knew Drew and wanted to still try. The second Drew had walked through her door she had rushed to him letting herself feel the warmth she had missed. He was cold to her but really what could she expect after what she had done to him.

The week had been long and hard on her but she had been making her amends and this morning she woke to see Drew still asleep. She let her gaze linger on his sleeping figure, savoring the moments where he looked most at peace. All she wanted was to be enough for him and instead all she seemed to do was cause him more pain. “I love you” she murmured towards him before she finally left the comfort of the bed.

She got dressed quickly, before heading out to pick up coffee. In that time she had wondered if her and Alistair were ok after their fight. It didn’t take long before she figured out he was still making things up and she hurt more. Why couldn’t things be okay with her and Drew, why couldn’t Alistair let her be with her relationship? The walk was quick as Logan picked up her coffee and a pack of cigarettes for Drew.

Part of her wanted to stay out longer before heading back to the house but she still made her way back. The arrival back to the house always felt empty even with Drew there. She had set the carton down on the counter and made her way to the back porch. This is where she let herself wander for who knows how long.

As the time moved forward Logan had managed to get her outfit together for the boat regatta and with a little prodding, she had convinced Drew to take a picture of the outfit and convinced him to at least be her date to the soiree. “I’m really happy I get to spend time with you.” She spoke before pressing her lips to his, “This will be a good day. I know it.” The hope was there in her words but in her heart was a different story.

Mention(s): purplecowdutch Interaction(s): lion.

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Lemon Pierce

After ditching her mom and Aunt Jen last week, Lemon was in more trouble, but she knew her mom was happy that she had actually gone and done something. She had fun spending time with Reid even though he had been grumpy throughout most of the adventure. She did get coffee and a cute new dress. Granted Reid had to wait for her while she tried it on after seeing it in the store window. Overall, she had enjoyed every second with him and it made her sad to know that even though they spent time together he would still never see her as more than a friend or even like a sister.

But today was the day of the boat regatta and even though she kind of wanted to go she knew her sea-sickness would get the best of her and after explaining the situation to her mom, who at the time looked worried, the concern had been removed. Instead Lemon was going to bake and journal. Her parents were going to the event and felt a little bad leaving her. She had reassured both of them that she would be fine. Even Niila was going, and she figured this was her opportunity to really spend time with herself. Not in sadness or mourning, but really a time for her to reflect on everything.

As the house emptied, she gathered her journal and made her way to her treehouse. She hadn’t really gone into it in quite some time but today seemed like the perfect day. Pen in hand and Lemon began to journal. She journaled about that night, trying to figure out what went wrong and then she thought back to The Fourth. The embarrassment and shame, but also the rejection. All she wanted was to know why. Why did Reid not like her? What was wrong with her? He would do anything with anyone and he rejected her. She must be too broken even for him. He didn’t want someone that had been touched by Johnathan and she thought back to the fight that had ended their friendship. It made sense. She was the reason for why he went to juvie, why would he want someone so damaged and someone who ruined his life?

The need to know was prodding at her as she messaged him. They had been getting along now, so maybe he would at least tell her why he rejected her. She was pretty sure she knew the answer but she needed to hear him say that they wouldn’t work and he couldn’t be with her because she had dated Johnathan. The because she made him go to juvie they could never fully recover even as friends. She was ready. But she was scared to be hurt.

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[Myling]

scroll

the activist

Dylan.

mood

amused, annoyed

outfit

outfit Hat

location

The Lowes home

interactions

Vinnie, soon Jenny too

tags

Qwertycakes purplecowdutch

"What do you mean the hat is too much?."

Dylan asked the opinion of his brother, a genuine confusion in his tone. He knew it was normally those old white ladies that used hats in the boat regatta, but doing something because it wasn’t the norm had not ever stopped the younger Lowes brother from doing anything. Maybe he was wrong asking Vinnie. Oh so normal and boring Vinnie. Good for their parents that even other of the brothers were sorta normal, even though he acted like a jerk. But he wouldn’t act like a jerk. Not for Dylan who knew how to stand up against his brother. “Liv and Ashley told me to wear a hat so that’s why I picked it. Besides, it matches the lighter flowers on my shirt so I honestly don’t see what’s the problem.”

Dylan kept a small pause on his speech to focus on the handsome boy in the mirror. Oh he looked so good no matter what Vinnie said. It was actually pretty sad that his brother wasn’t blessed with as good a sense of fashion as him, not that he actually was that sad. Now he being better than his brother just was a little more obvious than it already was. First Dylan had planned on putting on a dress but Vinnie had bullied him into not doing that. Instead of getting sad Dylan had done a little trick on him. He started showcasing the weirdest, sluttiest clothes he had to piss off Vinnie, who didn’t at first understand the younger one playing with him.

“I don’t have any other hat and I don’t want to pick another outfit, since it took so long to pick this one. I mean I was done pretty fast… but my previous outfit wasn’t fine to you which was dumb.” Dylan continued his speech, and even though the talk was meant for his brother, were his eyes still glued on the mirror. Dylan pushed a strand of dark hair behind his ear, nodding in pleasure to his reflection. He was finally ready. “Vinnie, get yourself ready so we can go get Jenny.” He said in a joking tone. In fact it was the older Lowe's brother who had been ready for at least half an hour earlier, waiting for the younger one to finish.

Once the both brothers were ready, they walked downstairs. Their father was out working, but their mother was still at home. “Moom! We’re leaving now!” Dylan screamed hoping their mother would just scream okay and not bother seeing them out. But of course that didn’t happen. “Have fun and…” The Mother Lowes started before she frowned her browns. “Dylan, dear, what are you wearing? That shirt looks like it belongs to aunt Karen’s closet.” She said disgust in her voice. Aunt Karen wasn’t a popular choice of talk in their family. LIke her mother enjoyed bitching about her sister Karen, but neither of the parents kept her in a good light.

Dylan just rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s fashion.” He mumbled as he left the house. “You will drive, right?” He then asked his brother.

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[Myling]

scroll

ballet boy

Ronan.

mood

curious

outfit

simple yet fancy

location

Car > boat regatta

interactions

Roslyn > alone

tags

"So who's the lucky man going with you to the boat thingy?"

Ronan’s brows were raised and voice was as curious as ever. His sister Roslyn had not seen any guy after Nathan so basically she had been single forever. “Boat regatta.” Roslyn pointed out in a calm tone. “Boat regatta? What a weird name.” The younger Chanthara sibling was grinning in a stupid way. Roslyn just rolled her eyes while trying to hold her laughter. “For reeaall. Tell me! Tell me!” Ronan insisted but Roslyn kept silent. She was smiling however and was deeply in her thoughts. Whoever the guy was, he must have been a good one.

“Stop fiddling about this and get in the car.” Roslyn said and sat down on the driver’s seat. Ro nodded and sat down on the seat next to her. Ro couldn’t decide whether Roslyn’s car was the ugliest vehicle ever or the coolest piece of art he had ever seen. Ro didn’t know the brand. The car was perhaps russian? It was old as what, that was for sure. It always had small defects going on but they couldn’t afford a better car. What made the car unique was the fact that Roslyn had recreated Vincent van Gogh’s starry night on the car. It had some rust and the paint was chipping off. Everytime that happened Roslyn just painted a new picture on it with car paint instead of getting it fixed.

While the siblings were in the car, Ro tried to gain some info about the guy. “Okay at least tell me if he’s good?” Ro said again in that curious tone of his. “Of course Jed is a good guy. He has helped me out before, you know that, don’t you?” Ro just grinned at his sister and her slowly reddening face once she realized her mistake. “Ooh so it’s Jed. I didn’t mean that tho. I meant if he’s good in bed.” Ro said while his grin grew even bigger. “If I wasn’t driving I would hit you right now.” Roslyn said in an annoyed manner but Ronan could tell she was just joking.

Soon Roslyn and Ronan were at the part of town where the boat regatta would take place. Ronan hopped out of the car as Roslyn drove away in order to find a place to park the monstrous vehicle. “What to do, what to do?” Ronan whispered to himself. Ronan had been so occupied with Roslyn’s romantic life that he had almost forgotten about his own. He couldn’t lie but admit that he was little hurt about Jesse not wanting to go with him to the boat regatta. At least he didn’t bring some random girl. Jesse had promised to make their relationship more equal. Or at least that what Ro had assumed, the older boy didn’t always meant what he said.

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[Myling]

scroll

the older sister

Roslyn.

mood

excited

outfit

cute yet fancy

location

Car > boat regatta

interactions

Ronan > alone > Jed

tags

Qwertycakes

"Have fun, but not too much fun!"

Roslyn shouted to her little brother who hopped off of the car, but they boy was already gone leaving his sister in doubt whether she was heard or not. Roslyn just shrugged her shoulders at the interaction, while searching a parking lot. After finding one she parked her untrustworthy fellow. Damn she wished for a better car but no can do. Not even by doing two jobs she was able to earn enough money to buy a new one. At least not one that would work better than the current one. Neither the lunch lady's or gas station clerk’s job paid well enough.

But now wasn’t the right time to have money worries. Roslyn was going to have the best night of the century. Well maybe that was too much of a demand, but she was going to have a fun night. That much she could already tell. It had been way too long since she and Jed had seen each other for the last time. Jed has had his own struggles with unsuccessful marriage and what not and Roslyn had been busy rebuilding her life and making sure Ro was fine. But tonight she wouldn’t worry about his brother or money or her job. She would just enjoy life to the fullest.

Roslyn grabbed her tiny crossbody bag in order to search for her phone. After finding it she started to write a message. Her fingertips nails were painted in the same lilac color as her dress. They fumbled around the screen and soon the message was written. Hey, handsome. I just parked my car and got myself to the place? Roslyn read it once or twice before sending it. She let her gaze go around the environment not seeing Jed anywhere.

Roslyn pushed a dark brown strand of hair behind her ear. She just stood there for a while, not quite sure what she would do for next. What was sure, was the fact she couldn’t just stand there idly. So Roslyn took a new round gazing around her environment. Her gaze stopped at the smallish fountain that was big enough for one to sit the edge. So that’s what Rosie decided to do. Once again her hands grabbed the tiny back and the old fashioned phone it had hidden inside it. Maybe she could kill some time browsing old photos... And that's the moment when she missed a familiar handsome face getting closer.

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[purplecowdutch]

MOOD: agitated, impatient

OUTFIT: a blouse and a navy-blue blazer with black pants

LOCATION: Jenny's house

basics

MENTIONS:
@Myling
@Qwertycakes

INT:
@ALittleRedLie

tags

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tl;dr

vinnie lowes

Never had Vinnie wanted to sink away in his pillows more than at this moment, if he had locked the door all of this could be prevented but now there was his brother standing in his room with an aunt Karen hat on.
Vinnie had told Dylan repeatedly how horrible his choice of fashion was but the boy just rambled to himself in the mirror as Vinnie groaned in his pillow with clear frustration, it was a miracle Dylan didn’t notice or he did and obviously that would be his whole plan.

As Dylan came in and out of the room, Vinnie was relieved to see things were good with Dustin who arguably had a good reason to be mad at him. Of course Vinnie tried to help out his friend by also gaining a bit for himself here and there but he couldn’t believe Dustin accused him of sabotaging them. Even if he wanted Winnie to be single, Vinnie wouldn’t admit that in a thousand years. Perhaps he did fancy the black-haired girl a bit.

This didn’t matter though as he had slept with Jenny and even asked her out to the boat regatta. Jenny was great, fun and beautiful– and great friends to not only Vinnie but also Dylan. She had always been close with Dylan but when Vinnie saw his chance the two had a lot of catching up to do and not in the conversation kind of way.
Vinnie looked up from his phone as he heard Dylan ask him to come with, a reminder he was also coming to the boat regatta with them. It was obvious Dylan had a crush on Jenny and maybe Vinnie liked the spite the other brother felt at the moment and Vinnie couldn’t miss the opportunity to rub that in real good tonight.

Vinnie rolled his eyes at his brother’s poorly executed joke and gave him a small push in his back as he got off the bed, he had been ready for the last two hours. Vinnie had not tried too hard as he had put on something fancy, a blouse and a navy-blue blazer. Next to his brother he always looked underdressed.

‘I can’t believe you’re actually wearing that,’ Vinnie mumbled as he walked downstairs following Dylan, biting his tongue to avoid any other snarky comments. Though when faced with their mother it became clear he wasn’t the only one with that thought. While she snapped at Dylan Vinnie couldn’t help but feeling a bit bad and not just because Vinnie felt like he was a ghost to his dear mother.

She didn’t even spare Vinnie a glance as she rambled on making comparisons of their aunt Karen who was much like Voldemort in their house.
Vinnie waited for his brother to be finished as he leaned against the doorpost before following him over to the car. Vinnie wanted to ask if his brother was okay but decided not too, he was the whole reason this date got ruined in the first place and if he wanted to play it that way, so could he.

He opened the door of the driver’s seat before letting out an annoyed sigh and taking place behind the wheel, ‘I’m not driving home though, I just bought this fake ID and I want to drink,’ Vinnie stated directly as he started the engines.
The drive was not too long, he had been at Jenny’s place a few times before but was sure Dylan had been there more times than him. He parked the car at the side of the street, looking over at Dylan who had probably been talking to him at some point but Vinnie had just gotten very good at ignoring his rambling.

As they arrived at the door of Jenny’s house Vinnie couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, hoping her parents weren’t going to ask too many questions.
‘Dylan, or should I say aunt Karen,’ Vinnie snickered before pressing the bell. ‘Can you please do me one favor and not ruin this for me tonight?’ He continued as he looked at Dylan who’s curly hair was not willing to hide under that hat.

‘So please don’t pull anything stupid like you always do.’ Vinnie had a strict look on his face, hoping Dylan would give him some reassurance nothing was going to go wrong tonight but even if he did his face would probably tell Vinnie the opposite. He was a terrible liar.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Carson Hughes

Carson had begun to feel as if she had maybe been too quick to agree to date Hassim. He was a great guy but after last week she couldn’t help but shake the feeling that he wasn’t all in on the relationship. He kept seeming to be distracted anytime they were together. She knew she couldn’t let herself feel bad in a relationship and as much as she wanted to be with Hassim she wanted them to both be as happy as they could be. So instead of wasting time she sent him a quick text to ask if she could come over and once she had gotten the text that she could come over she began the walk.

She couldn’t seem to remove the hurt that was in her chest with each step closer to Hassim’s place and the second she got his door she could feel the tightness in chest. She let herself knock on the door and the second the door opened she wanted to put a smile on her face and she couldn’t. She even turned her head as he leaned down for a kiss. It hurt her to be so aloof with him but she didn’t like how she was feeling. She didn’t want to lose such a good guy, but she couldn’t let herself be selfish and keep him when she knew in the end it would lead to greater pain.

“Hassim.” She started once she stepped through his doorway, “Are you happy with me? Really happy with me? Every time we are together you seem to be a million miles away and I’m wondering if there’s maybe another?” she questioned. Her eyes still never quite meeting his, “I know I’m a lot, but I know what it looks like when there’s someone else on another’s mind. I don’t think you’d do anything and I’m not accusing you of anything. I just feel like there’s a lack for us. That spark that means we’ve connected doesn’t seem to be there. Please tell me if I’m way off base.” She was trying hard to keep herself collected to not let tears fall because she seemed to never be able to be the person for someone. She never seemed to be the fit for anyone and she wished so hard that Hassim would have been her puzzle piece but she could tell he wasn’t.

Mention(s): ALittleRedLie Interaction(s):

 

[.Curious.Nat.]

Processing. . . .

outfit: link here

mood: peachy!

location: SuperPlus

Arthur says. . . .

Arthur woke up with a start. Her light brown eyes staring at the ceiling as sweat dripped down from her body onto the sheets. The muscles on her body were slightly shaking from the small fragments she remembered as she had slept. It's always like this and it never gets old to her. So she sighed, taking her phone off the charger and getting up off her bed to shower.


Today she didn't need to feel down. She had no reason. She would see Oliver in a bit for the crab he is still reluctant(but agreed) to touch. She just wants to show him that he can conquer his fear. Even if the moment might be amusing to her, she wanted overall for him to know that he is brave enough to do it. Now she is making a mental note about what she needs to do. Go to the beach or something a scoop one up in an ice bucket then go to the convenience store to wait for Oliver and Niila.


A smile came to her face everytime he popped into her head,but she brushed it off. Niila was very serious to a lot of people, those people don't include her. Arthur could only hope his smiles and laughs were genuine and not because he was trying to be nice. She didn't think that would be why,but her damned mind couldn't help except be a little negative about it. It was too good to be true.



His dark hair, brown eyes, the way he looks when he's confused- ughhh I don't need to be focused on this right now! I need to start getting ready!


Arthur got out the shower, smelling like oranges from her conditioner, and rushed to her room to put on some clothes. She ended up wearing an orange crop top with orange and white checkered pants, frog socks that nobody can see, and white shoes. She felt like it was so cute and since orange was her favorite color she felt happier than when she woke up.

As she left she texted Oliver:

"Let meet at the front of SuperPlus at like 3:30, okay? See you soon"

After that she sent a text to Niila as she walked to one of the beaches with a small ice chest.

"Hey Niilaaaa~ get your lazy butt up! You gotta meet us at SuperPlus at 3:30! So don't sleep all day so I can see you! x"

She hit send and even though her stomach felt like it was in knots she carried on to catch a crab.

Now did she think it'd be easy? No,but she wasn't expecting to stare at water and sand for 2 hours. She ended up getting distracted and seeing people play on the sand...making up an outrageous scenario in her head about the sand eating people.

Now the thought was fun while it lasted until she saw from the corner of her eye some small movement. She slowly positioned herself so she could catch the crab easy since she now only had 30 minutes to get to the convenience store.

After getting pinched and stabbed with class she finally caught it and closed the ice chest. Arthur took a deep breath and looked at her fingers. Only one was bleeding kind of bad, but she had so much adrenaline it wasn't hurting at the moment. Luckily she knows she is a clumsy ass person so she keeps some bandaids on her at all times. So she sucks her cut finger before putting the bandaid around it tightly, knowing it'll bleed out of it in a matter of time.

Fucking Crab

By the time she got to SuperPlus she looked around and saw she was the only one there. Now all she had to do was wait for the two to show up for the show to begin!


@Myling @Chimney Swift

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[purplecowdutch]

MOOD: nervous, hangover

OUTFIT: a black suit with a striped tie

LOCATION: home

basics

MENTIONS:
@Elf_Ruler
@ALittleRedLie

INT:
@Chimney Swift

tags

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tl;dr

alistair hawley

He was pretty sure he ended up in his bed but when Alistair had woken up, he found himself on the cold bathroom tiles. He groaned a bit and with a heavy head tried to make himself ready, seeing it was already afternoon.
Though this was the least of his concerns, Alistair quickly noticed his clothing was spread across the room like a game of strip poker. He had slept with Eileen again. Undoubtedly, it wasn’t even one of his worst decisions of the week after everything that had happened with Logan and Drew.

The night before seemed a bit blurry in his head but soon became clear as day as he remembered asking Liv to the boat regatta, who obviously was already going with Nolan. Alistair bit the inside of his cheek, god, he had one job and that was not to fall in love with her. No wonder he invited Eileen last night, it was a welcome distraction.

The smell of pancakes infiltrated his nostrils and Alistair held his thumb in-between his fist to hold back the urge to throw last night’s supply out again. Nonetheless, he stared at the brunette while he leaned against the doorpost. Alistair had gotten himself ready after a long half hour in his shower while mentally preparing himself for what the night had in store for him. He could take a good guess.

‘What do you think?’ Alistair asked as he vaguely waved over his messy put together suit. ‘I thought if I’m going to take you as my date, I better go all out, right?’ He said as a grin showed on his face, did he take Eileen to make Logan and Liv jealous? Probably, but he had faith that it would work.
Eileen was great, in bed. He didn’t knew much about her except for the fact she had four children, who he was not dying to meet. He was definitely not ready to be a dad, let alone to be a step-father. Alistair didn’t think he would be much of a great example.

This maybe wasn’t the best plan and on very short-notice but after they had spend the night together he was sure Liv or Logan would see he would be great at commitment and even be capable of being a romantic.
Alistair walked up to Eileen and shoved some empty beer bottles away to take place on the counter, he couldn’t remember the last time he had cooked here. ‘You’re still coming, right?’ He said as he looked her up and down, ‘we have to look our best, you know.’

Seconds later Alistair jumped off the counter top and opened the fridge, it was just as empty as it had been the days before. He grabbed a cold one as Alistair shook his head, 'I'm not hungry at all, so it's all yours,' he said with an apologetic smile on his face, hoping it didn't come across too harsh.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Hesitant

OUTFIT: Hidden

LOCATION: SuperPlus

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Arthur .Curious.Nat.

tags

TL;DR Arthur won't take the pepper spray Oliver stole unless he faces his fears first. Touch a crab, arm the populace. A pretty reasonable exchange, right? ...Right?

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

How lonely it is, to be drowning in a place where everyone can swim

Oliver carried with him a can of bear mace in his pocket that he’d stolen from a gun store just outside of town. He’d taken great pains to obtain it, actually. Stores that sell firearms aren’t easy places to steal from, especially for a weedy 15-year-old who perpetually looks lost and afraid. If the shopkeeper had even so much as seen him enter, he’d have never been able to pull it off.
He just had to hope that the store wouldn’t care to launch an investigation when they noticed the item was missing.

Just thinking about interacting with the police again made Oliver’s blood run cold. He’d been busted for stealing food and school supplies on a couple of occasions, and every time his mother had made it abundantly clear to him exactly what would happen if he kept raising red flags like that.

On the bus back to Anchor Bay, huddled in the back with his knees curled up to his chest, Oliver quietly pulled out his phone and typed “crabs of New England” into his Google search bar. He just wanted to know what he was in for-- he had assumed Arthur would be getting a local crab. It made the most sense.
He found his way to a free pdf document listing all the native oceanic crabs, already flinching away at the photographs. Oliver had long been known to read things that made him uneasy, because in his mind it was far worse not to know.
That is, until he found out that the “portly spider crab”, a creature with a leg span of 12 inches, was native to local waters, and he had to shut his phone back down just to make his heart stop pounding. Oliver didn’t know what it was about arthropods that made him so viscerally horrified… the exoskeletons, the thin needly legs, the clusters of beady black eyes, the fact that 84% of the animal kingdom was made up of these armored creatures that ranged from harmless fruit flies to giant man-eating coconut crabs.
Everything about them was nightmarish.

Once the bus wound its way back to Anchor Bay and screeched to a stop in front of the SuperPlus, Oliver slipped out the back exit, ignoring a fellow passenger asking if he was alright, and ran off into the shop, hearing the bell on the glass door jingle as it fell closed.
The young woman with bleached platinum hair waiting in the far corner immediately caught his attention. That had to be her, right?
Arthur and Oliver had never met in person, to the best of his recollection. It was actually very trusting of Oliver to agree to meet up with her at all, especially under these… incredibly weird circumstances. Apparently, Arthur was an adrenaline junkie of a sort, but Oliver wasn’t about to let someone deliberately walk around with empty pepper spray just for cheap thrills.
He didn’t understand it, so he took matters into his own hands.

He took a careful step closer, stopping just out of arm’s length, eyes perpetually cast to the ground as if approaching a predator. Like he thought she’d bite him if their eyes met. He immediately noticed the faint orange scent around her, probably from some perfumed hair product, which matched her summery orange clothing.
Oliver himself never dressed for the weather. Partly it was because he didn’t have a lot in his wardrobe in the first place, but long sleeves kept people from noticing the bite marks and scratches on his arms.

The ice chest in her hands had to contain the crab. He could almost feel the primal terror radiating through the plastic.
“You put it on ice.” He observed out loud, trying very hard not to stutter.
How long could a crab survive in an ice chest? Not for long, Oliver supposed… unless there was no ice in the ice chest.
“Is it alive?” He was almost proud of himself for getting through that short sentence, as it already felt like his throat was closing up. His hands tensed as he almost reached out to touch the closed lid, but something in him was afraid to do it.
Damn crabs and their evolutionarily sustainable structure...

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: worried

OUTFIT

LOCATION: His Apartment

basics

MENTIONS:
@LowkeyLovingLoki (Artie)

@me (Layla)

INT:
Elf_Ruler (Carson)

tags

TL;DR
Baby's gonna get his heart broken

tl;dr

Hassim Alsani

in the process of letting go you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself

Hassim was having a rough time. Artemis was being stubborn and was resisting Hassim's help every step of the way. Didn't mean Hassim wasn't going to try. But then Layla came at the beginning of the week. Her sister moving into his apartment totally slipped his mind, Their mother was going to Egypt for a few months so Hassim was going to watch over her.

Hassim had his hand full, and there were so many people needing his attention that he felt like he was being stretched thin. Hassim liked helping those he cared about, but sometimes other aspects of his life started to get neglected. Like Carson. He knew he wasn't being the best boyfriend and he hoped that tonight he could make it up to her. Take her to the fancy regatta, cook some dinner for her, and maybe even introduce Carson to Layla. He really wanted his plan to work that he even recruited his younger sister to help him pick an outfit. She wasn't much help as Layla had profusely stated how much she didn't want to be in Anchor Bay.

When there's a knock on the door, Hassim's still struggling with the flowered shirt that Layla picked out. He opens the apartment door with a wide smile on his face, ready to greet his girlfriend. But the look on Carson's face wipes his smile right off. He tries to settle a kiss on her lips, but she turns her head and his lips land meekly on her cheek. Hey, are you okay?

Are you happy with me?

The question shocks Hassim and he takes a small step back as if to take a better look at her. He could see her better now, she looked upset. Yeah, I'm happy, why wouldn't I be? When Carson brings up the thought of another, he can't stop his mind from wandering to Artemis. Nothing has happened between the two men since their kiss over a month ago. Artemis didn't want to tell Carson and Hassim respected that, but could that be what's throwing his relationship with Carson off. The lifeguard takes Carson's hand and leads her inside, closing the door behind the two of them. The settle on the couch in front of the low volume television.

Her words tug at Hassim's heart and he feels guilty. Was he really hurting her this bad?You're amazing. You are. And I don't deserve you. Hassim sighs out. He's still holding Carson's hand, and he squeezes it softly. Before we started dating, I was trying to get over someone, that doesn't mean that I don't like you, I don't know how to explain it. One of his hands is still cradling hers, he reaches with the other a tucks her hair behind her ear. I'm sorry.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: nervous; excited

OUTFIT

LOCATION: The Matthews Residence

basics

MENTIONS:
lion. (Yohan)

Elf_Ruler (Carson)

INT:

tags

TL;DR
is this a dream come true or a precursor for heartbreak?

tl;dr

Diana Matthews

all our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them

Diana could not stop reading Yohan's message about going to the boat regatta together. The words caused for butterflies to rise and fall in her gut and the smile on her face could not get any smaller. Yohan Cho was the target of Dee's affection since she was a freshman at Anchor Bay High School. There was just something about him that captivated her attention and strung her along for the ride. He had never paid attention to her. Probably because she mostly dressed like a boy and spent half her time with her fingers on piano keys and the other half shooting hoops in the gym. It was kind of pathetic how she pined after him, at least that's what Liv told her and what she told herself after he had graduated.

Diana was only able to slightly move on after she left Anchor Bay, but seeing him again at her interview made for a lot of feelings to rise. When she applied to sing at The Cove House, she didn't know that he was the owner, she just needed a job. Yohan sliding into her DMs to schedule the interview solidified her choice on going for the job. But when it showed that he didn't remember her, Diana could barely mask the disappointment. And then her new close friend Carson telling her about the two of then sleeping together only made Diana's feelings more difficult. It seemed like she was stuck in the same place as in high school, on the non-receiving end of Yohan Cho's affection. But it was alright now, they were going to the regatta together and he ended up remembering her from high school, these all must have meant something.

Originally, Diana hadn't planned on participating in any town events. She did her fair share when she was a teenager and she didn't need to do it again. She just wanted to come home from school after getting into trouble with a teammate, work, and wait till spring semester came and she could go back to New York. But here she was, dolled up in a loose, red dress for a pointless party. She was going to be the princess this time, she was going to get the affection, she wasn't going to be forgotten. This night was going to phenomenal for Diana Matthews.

code by valen t.

 

[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: conflicted; divided; confused; in love

OUTFIT Liv Nolan

LOCATION: Home

basics

MENTIONS:
purplecowdutch (Alistair)

r e i (Isa)

INT:

tags

TL;DR
married couple woes

tl;dr

The Marriotts

I'll love you despite whatever crap life might throw our way

Nolan could tell that his wife was getting a little distant. That was partially his fault because he had proposed something difficult to Olivia. It was risky asking her to settle down as a couple, but it was shot he was willing to take, especially after witnessing some friends and coworkers do exactly that. Nolan felt like her hesitancy either came from the independent spirit that he came to love or the presence of another person. That other person being Alistair.

Nolan couldn't deny that he was a little jealous, that the closeness of the two didn't hurt him a little, but he didn't know what to say to his wife. And Olivia wasn't sure if she wanted him to say anything. With her husband's absence, she'd been spending a lot of days and a lot of nights with the Canadian news reporter. She could feel herself growing fond for him and that was dangerous. Because she loved Nolan and she couldn't imagine her life without him, but Alistair was someone new and someone that was loving her in a different way. A different way that Olivia craved.

The couple couldn't bring this up to each other though. They were both scared of losing the other and they had recently had serious talks involving Isa and her foster mom, not that the former knew. Even from a distance, the Marriotts were still building their life together.

Today was the first time in a long time that the two of them held each other intimately. Olivia was slipping on her dress when her husband came up behind her to pull up the zipper, his warm hand grazing against her cool skin. Their eyes met in the mirror that stood in front of them, and wordlessly they called a truce. They didn't know for how long, but it was decided. I miss you. Olivia said, her body leaning back into her husband, which prompts his cheek to immediately land on the nearest exposed skin she had. Nolan places a kiss on her shoulder and his arms wrap around her body clad in a short, purple dress. I miss you too, Liv. The firefighter answers back, tightly holding onto his fashion designer wife.

Their hands naturally join and they head out of their shared house, looking like bashful teenagers walking to the SUV. The ride is tainted with a silence that is comfortable, Nolan is driving but one of his hand reaches over the center and grasps Olivia's. The woman's mind bounces in between the feeling of her husband's soft hand holding hers, his thumb caressing her knuckles and to Alistair. A man that held some part of her heart, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. She had to figure this out quick because there were too many people involved in this mess and Liv truly didn't want to hurt anyone.

The boat party is in full swing when the two of them arrive. Nolan opens the door for his wife and helps her out, his hand still not leaving hers when she lands on the ground. They hold each other close successfully, and willingly, displaying their role as a married couple, young and in love. However, Liv's mind couldn't stop wondering to Al. He sounded hurt when she said she was coming with her husband, she did promise a dance, but that was probably not what he wanted from her. With a quick sweep over the deck, she doesn't spot her lover so she lets her guard down and decides to enjoy her time beside her husband.

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: confused/loney

OUTFIT: grease stained white tee shirt and jeans

LOCATION: The Pierce's front door

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Elf_Ruler (Lemon)

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Reid Callaway

never admit when you're wrong

For the first time since moving to Anchor Bay, Reid had finally felt like he had belonged somewhere again...

Though those feelings only lasted the entirety of that stupid college fair, that he hadn't even wanted to go to. He was around his best friend again, and she was her ridiculous self, a side of her he hadn't seen in a long time.

But, once that was over, he was back to his self-inflicted lonesome self. He had pushed anyone who tried to get to know him. The flame that Isa and him had, it had burned hot and big, fizzling out quickly. With hurt on all sides, what else could he have expected. Reid probably deserved it, he shouldn't have tried to create a new life. He should of stuck to his gut.. Being the loner in the small town, where everyone knew everyone. People weren't looking for new friends out here. And even if they were, he wasn't one that they wanted to trust

Reid has spent the past week working on his Mustang, changing the oil, rotating tires, filling them with air, cleaning and oiling every crevice he could physically reach. And for what? Just to keep his mind busy, and off of whatever memories were fated to cross his mind.

It was only when he heard his phone ding from across the garage that Reid bothered to come out from under the hood of his car. Wiping his grease stained hands off on his already stained shirt. He scrolled through some of the twitter drama that he effectively had muted a few weeks ago before he noticed the little red flag at the top corner of his phone. A direct message, they came few and far between. Usually only consisting of a message from his mom, or aunt Blanche, maybe one of Lem's friends who wanted to tell him how terrible he was. And occasionally Lemon herself...

It just happened to be the latter this time, Lemon was asking him to talk whenever he wasn't busy... Like he ever was... And then quickly changing the topic, she asked him if she was a burden. Reid was genuinely confused on what must have been going on with her. Lemon didn't use to lack this much confidence... He quickly texted her back, hoping that his words would have some sort of calming effect, though he didn't have much of an expectation with that.

Reid could tell Lemon was going through something, even if he wasn't sure what it was he couldn't leave her alone in it.

Because of his mom, he knew that Lemon's family was out at the boat regatta, some stupid small town reason for people to dress up, go out, and drink. It wasn't his scene, even if Beck had tried to convince him to come, to cause chaos. It had been an adamant no, along with he may have left her on read.

Reid really did a great job at keeping friends.

He slipped his phone into his pocket, turning back to his blue mustang closing the hood and grabbing the rag that he had left on his windshield wipers, cleaning the oil off of his skin, before he sat down in his car. Reid did not care that his white shirt was stained with fresh oil, but if his car was to even get a spec on it, he might just have a break down. Reid took care of that car better than he took care of himself most days.

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Before Reid knew it, he was knocking on the door of the Pierce's home, his car parked behind Lemon's dad's truck, the poor thing had taken quiet the beating. Reid visibly cringed as he thought about all the crushed cones throughout town that he knew was Lemon's doing.

code by valen t.

 

[Myling]

scroll

angry puppy

Niila.

mood

Mixed emotions, mostly excitement

outfit

casual outfit

location

PlusMarket

interactions

Arthur, Oliver

tags

Chimney Swift .Curious.Nat.

I’m Off!

Niila simply said in a loud enough voice as he left his host family’s house. Just as the door locked behind him, the finn could feel his phone vibrating in his back pocket. It was a message from Arthur. Niila couldn’t help but smile and let out small giggles like noise as he read the message. The girl said he should get his lazy butt to SuperPlus and not just sleep for the whole day, since she wanted to see him.

The feeling was mutual and Niila couldn’t wait to meet Arthur again. She was one of the few people he could call a friend in this new country. Arthur was sweet and able to make him burst into laughter. She was a pretty girl with pretty light brown eyes paired with long eyelashes. She always smelled like oranges and the shape of her pouty lips made Niila wonder how it would feel to kiss the girl… okay. The emotions he was feeling probably went past friendship. With these thoughts Niila started to walk towards SuperPlus, it wasn’t too far away from his host family’s home.

Niila had difficulties making friends because of his stoic and serious nature. That’s why he always tried his best to stick with the ones he had. He was confused about what to do with his friendship with the girl. He really cared about Arthur, perhaps more than friend, but what if these feelings weren’t mutual? He didn’t want to throw their friendship away so perhaps it would just be better to be silent about his feelings. BUt enough with these thoughts. Niila would meet the girl in second and he didn’t want to seem weird or odd.

Think something else, think something else. Niila begged himself, and that’s when the thought hit him. He wouldn’t even be alone with Arthur this time. Oliver was coming with the two of them. To touch the crab and get past of his fears or something. Besides, the whole meeting was originally just between Arthur and Oliver. Niila just got dragged along to film the first meeting of the crab and Oliver. Speaking of the crab.. Niila soon found himself at the SuperPlus parking lot. He let out a smallish smile as he saw Arthur who was holding onto something. Later Niila would find out it was an ice chest keeping the crab inside.

There was also a dark haired boy who seemed little younger than himself, Oliver, Niila guessed right. Niila walked closer to the two, unsure how to act in the odd situation. Greetings. Right. Didn’t one always greet others when meeting them for the first time? But how should he go about it? Shake hands with the younger boy? Just say hi? Niila took a step closer to Oliver thinking about shaking hands with them but then he sort of decided against it while in the middle of doing so. Now he just sort of offered his hand close to Oliver and then took it away and raised it up to wave. Gosh, why did he have to be so awkward? “Hi. I’m Niila.”

♡coded by uxie♡