Realistic or Modern We All Break Sometimes (Main)

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Self-deprecative

OUTFIT: xxx

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:
Zach lion.

INT:
Harper Dazzle

tags

TL;DR
Max and Harper finally get to hang out again.

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Harper's answer to Max's question of concern only made him even more unsure. "I'm fine", She said... Seeing Harper sign his worn-out catchphrase made him realize for a split second how other people must feel when he said it. Harper wasn't fine, was she? Max knew she had been through a lot since her mother died, and things had been especially rough this summer for all of them. It was alright, though, if she didn't want to talk about it right now. Max had never been open with the things he was dealing with, either. “Just seeing if Hayden showed up yet.”
"Hayden's coming?" Max looked a bit taken aback, but he believed the lie. Harper would never really lie to him, right? "Wow. This doesn't seem like the kind of thing he'd normally like. Is he going to meet up with us?"

He picked out a plate of food, continuing the conversation while he kept his eyes on Harper, still a little concerned for her. He didn't want to see her uncomfortable... doing this party was his idea. He'd feel terrible if he dragged her here and she wasn't having a good time. At least she seemed to lighten up when he mentioned Junior Prom.
“So much fun! You know, you will have to bring Zach to Junior prom this year. Full circle.”

Max stiffened a bit, his hand faltering in midair before he replied "Right. For sure."
Inside, his heart sank.
Max knew full well that Zach wouldn't want to go to prom with him. In all likelihood, Max would probably end up sitting out his junior prom. Who would even want to go to something like that with him anymore?
Zach had made it very clear to Max that he had eyes on Harper, and that he'd rather Max be out of the picture entirely.

Sure, Max and Zach had always fought a lot, and they couldn't even understand each other very well, but they'd also grown up together. Max couldn't remember a time in his life where he wasn't with Zach...
The thought of losing him as a friend felt like getting stabbed in the chest.

Maybe Zach would just move on eventually, and then he and Harper and Max could just continue on as friends. Max could go back to hanging out at the library, the constant friendly arguments, bottling up whatever feelings he had and just being there to support them. Like always.
But if Zach really did feel for Harper the way that Max felt about Harper, then Max knew that Zach wouldn't be content to just bottle up his emotions like Max did. They were two distinctly different kids-- it was why they fought, but it was also why they were close (and having their fathers be inseparable best friends helped, but still.)

Harper was right. Prom had been fun. Despite their differences, the three of them almost always had a good time when they were together. Something crazy would always end up happening, but that just made for great memories.
He couldn't bear to watch that fall apart.
“Couldn’t picture prom without you.”
"I couldn't picture it without you either, Harper..."

He'd never be able to tell her how deep that sentiment ran.

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[OdinsTwoWolves]

MOOD: Relaxed

OUTFIT: N/A

LOCATION: Some little bar downtown

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:

tags

TL;DR Having fun, for the first time in a long time.

tl;dr

Dalia Rivera

"Life Got Better."

Dalia couldn’t help but stare into the drink that was sitting in front of her, watching the ice that was slowly melting as she was swirling it around with the little black straw that had come with the drink. There was a band, some little indie group, doing a pretty bad rendition of Closer by the Chainsmokers, especially since they didn’t have a nice voice doing Halsey and it was just way too deep for her to be really into it. This place was nice, it wasn’t too far of a walk from her little apartment in the downtown area and it wasn’t a dive, everything about it was cozy and familiar. It was the first place she forced herself to go to when she got to Anchor Bay, forcing herself to get used to her new surroundings, adapt or die just like Grandma used to say. The thought of Grandma made her heart ache, the funeral was just over and done with before Dalia was released from the prison, relatives had been greedy assholes and gone through the house taking belongings before she could get home. “Let it go.” The voice in her mind whispered, releasing the events of the past was something she had been working so hard to do in therapy and every single step forward felt like a slip back down the hill and into the muck. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on herself instead of the world for a long moment before they opened again.

“Thank God…” Some guy muttered beside her as the little band took a bow and hopped off the stage, even Dalia had to admit she shared his thankfulness.

“They don’t play often thankfully,” She took a quick sip from her drink and looked over at the man with a smile. The guy was tall and lean, with nice dark eyes and a sharp chin, but his voice was the nicest.

“That must be a god send, I’m here every Friday usually so I haven’t seen them play before.” The guy replied, sending both of them into a tailspin of pleasant conversation where Dalia couldn’t keep track of time. “I’m not keeping you here, am I? I don’t wanna be a creep.” He joked.

Dalia felt herself slide over to the seat beside him, “How about another round of drinks on me and we won’t be strangers?” She nodded as the bartender came over, listening to the man's order before she gave hers.

“Life really got better…” The voice whispered in her head.

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[Myling]

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angry puppy

Niila.

mood

Mixed emotions

outfit

casual outfit

location

PlusMarket

interactions

Arthur, Oliver

tags

Chimney Swift .Curious.Nat.

”Yes, let me help you.”

Niila answered Arthur who asked for help, while laughing. Niila just loved how cheerful the girl was. She is always able to make him feel better. It was endearing how the blond never let small things get in her way. She was laughing even now when the touching crab event hadn’t gone as planned.

Oliver had faced his fear and touched the animal, which suddenly started to move and that freaked out the young boy. In the end the young boy became dizzy and dropped to the ground. Niila, who had his hands busy recording the video, didn’t have time to react at all. He had put his phone away but then it was already too late.

Luckily Arthur managed to close the crab back to the ice chest, and take Oliver. Both Arthur and Oliver fell to the ground, but it wasn’t a harsh fall and didn’t seem like anyone was hurt. So Niila helped Oliver and Arthur up. He soon realized it was better to let Oliver be on the ground since a fainted person couldn’t stand on their own.

“I don’t know if that is a good idea. We don’t know how long it will take for him to wake up if we just let him be.” Niila stated his opinion on Arthur’s babbling about what they should do. “I don’t like the idea of you leaving me either.” Niila said with a grin and had a small pause before talking again. “I feel like we should wake him up. But how?” Niila had a questioning tone in his speech. Part of Him wanted to just leave Oliver there and go to free the crab together with arthur.

But he knew his feelings towards the girl were influencing his thinking. It would be a dick move to leave Oliver alone, and he didn’t actually want to do it, so Niila stayed quiet again. “Wait.. let me google this.” He then had an idea to use his phone to gain some information. INternet had answers for everything, right? At least it has to offer information on what not to do. That included slapping, shaking and throwing water on a fainted person.

“If I understood correctly. We should just have to check that he’s breathing and he should wake up in a minute.” Niila walked to Oliver and bent down a little. He put his hand under the younger boy’s nose to make sure he was breathing, he was. The Internet had also said that if possible, you should also lift the person’s feet above heart level to aid the blood flow to the brain. So Niila took the ice chest and put Oliver’s feet on top of it.

“I guess now we just wait.” He then turned towards Arthur.

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[lion.]

MOOD: figure it out urself

OUTFIT: -

LOCATION: Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
ALittleRedLie Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Yohan Cho

I am just one true identity theft.

“The stage is yours, Diana Matthews.”

“Play for me,” carried Yohan’s voice from where he had sat.

He folded his legs over another, deflecting against the back of the restaurant chair, his glass of decadent wine unstirred when her hands lowered over the open piano.

Out of the eighty-eight keys, her vertical, alluvial-brown fingers flattened on the keys that made him reluctant to disturb her creation even in the slightest. A mystic smile sparkled at the edge of her mouth when her fingers lifted and the sounds of the piano swanned at her ear.

Pleasurably, her hands tipped downwards again and this time flew in a direct line down the piano. Before long, fluidic like the finest musician in the world, she footed loose over the black and ivory checkered claviature, picking up on her solo. Her notes filled the foreground of the draperied and empty restaurant, in the court of the tones in-between, Yohan Cho had yet to mark his lips on his glass. Her soundtrack was seldom disconnected, missing not a single link. Steady, her smoky, claire de lune eyes blinked a measure from her sheets to him.

The grand piano had been tweaked along all day by crowd-pleasing musicians who came as the newer Mozarts and Liszts. With performances that were a tour de force, what they believed in was the persuasion of illimitable music, the means of showing that they the classics still lived within their skills. But, as Yohan believed, music had to be original.

“Take another step and I’ll scream.”

They all had cut their necks to look at him so vilely in the hospital room. He didn’t know what it was that they had talked about, but his amnesic mother had sheltered Young tightly to the robe of her hospital gown, and his father leaned against the side of a counter inventing a monstrosity that was invisible to everyone else.

Misunderstandings. That had been his first song. The monitor was a base beat. The alternating beats had been what they both had told him. Forget their voices, but his feet that on regular days could walk the stretch home barely could make it that night and he had become weightless from the ground overnight as his feet levitated over an empty swing in the park.

That’s why drumming came easy to him because he could just angrily, quietly, and quite confusingly repeat those words while his knee bobbed and his blistered hands tightened around the sticks.

“You don’t talk lots but your rhythm is sick, dude,” their band’s lead singer had once critiqued.

Uncovering the one relationship that musicians had with their music was the art. How steep can you plunge from the harps and octaves; that was the challenge. The shy of something unbidden was waiting in the piece.

When the music had recessed and had been completed, it made him ask from afar, “Dee, what did you name it?”

“November,” she had replied, then more inquisitively, “Why?”

“It’s composed well,” he searched for the right words, “Would you mind playing it again?”

He often thought he was bad luck. He thought of it in the shower and out. Partly why he hated touching people was because he thought that he was transferring it to them. Maybe that’s why his first cat died. He held it in his arms far too many times.

Unlucky.

Unneeded.

That was how her piece November made him feel, he accepted, as he took a stroll at the park later that day, the beads of a mala necklace counting under his thumb.

He often wondered whether he should’ve shot another text to Carson. After they had shared two nights together, he had only felt disgusted. Not by her, but himself. For the week that had followed that long month, the water had run long over his head and the soap rubbed harshly. Now, he wasn’t sure what she thought.

Balance breaks unexpectedly. The incense stick was half-burnt when he had come home.

A coffee cup shatters like an unexpected applause in the audience and the curtains close; if she had seen through him, Carson was probably disgusted by him.

The taste of espresso was warm enough, caffeinated enough, and in a way all of that day had been enough for Yohan Cho because though she wasn’t his and though she pressed up and leaned into Dex’s arm naturally, she had always been the most beautiful talker.

He stared at his phone screen anyways until it timed out black and when that had been over and done, he scooped up his cat with a pair of winter mittens to watch the world go dark from his windows.

Days later, he was on his way to pick up Dee.

She had spun out from her house in a splendor of ruby, and her glossy curls bouncy.

Wherefore, Yohan Cho was once used to crowds, now they felt something strange again. There were people everywhere like fallen cherry blossom petals on the Han river, swirling under enbowed ripples in inverses, clusters, and loose loops. The night had set in and he couldn’t imagine what it had been like to be one of those partners together. Tell him again why it was an easy grace to drink out of the same glass or pass a hand across torsos or behind earrings to whisper something that could be as little as how the champagne has lost its bubbles. No, don’t tell him why they did those things and their faces grew scarlet and laughing because that would tell him all the more distance he had to Danielle as compared to Dex. When Dee and him walked, their hands were separated. She knew, till this day, how much he had hated physical touch, and maybe that’s why he had little resistance against interrupting his next words.

“Dee,” he said promptly, “Wait.”

About halfway up the footbridge between the pier and the boat, his pinkie extended out and interlocked with hers.

“Thanks for being my date,” he blanked out from their conversation for a few seconds, “You’re looking beautiful to me.”

For she did with her countenance, her sable black hair brushing into her elevated cheekbones and her halo smile that was innocent and unblemished. Just not to him.

“Do you remember how different we both were,” he observed a little while later nostalgically as they had both moved to glasses of champagne, blinking his spider-long lashes out towards the open ocean, “Your room was blue at the time and you were always writing or practicing till your nails were sliced-up and also blue and all I did was nap on your bed hearing you go on about how this melody wasn’t coming together-”

“Then, I moved.” For some reason, those words were rough.

“And so, I gave up on our swear,” he added in the twinkling starry night, “You told me to never give up on music but I don’t know how to even drum anymore.”

Though he knew he shouldn’t have looked for her that long in the wiles of curiosity, he asked, “Is there a reason why you didn’t give up on it that I should know?”

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[Myling]

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the activist

Dylan.

mood

amused, annoyed

outfit

outfit Hat

location

The Lowes home

interactions

Vinnie, soon Jenny too

tags

Qwertycakes purplecowdutch

"So you’re making your poor younger brother to walk instead?"

Dylan said in a jokingly disappointed voice, when Vinnie said he had a fake id to get alcohol and therefore he wouldn’t be driving his brother home.

“Fine. Have fun with that.” This did not come as a surprise; he knew his brother would try something like that. It was just great that he was smart enough to not drive later if he was planning on drinking. Rest of the drive went fast and quietly. Dylan had tried to have just some casual small talk, but Vinnie had ignored him so eventually he got the hint and shut up.

As they arrived at the door of Jenny’s house DYlan could sense Vinnie being a little nervous. He didn’t understand why. It was not like it was Vinnie’s first time at Jenny's place. They both had visited before, Dylan more often than his brother. Dylan grinned when his brother started his talk by wondering whether he should refer to Dylan as Dylan or as aunt Karen.

“Please.. I’m way hotter and more fashionable than Aunt Karen could ever be.” Vinnie snickered before pressing the bell. “But what comes to not ruining your night… I promise to think about the result of my actions before doing anything.” He answered, that one devilish grin in his lips that only Vinnie was used to seeing. “What? I never do anything stupid.” Dylan continued a fakely confused yet amused tone in his voice.

Soon a familiar man, Jenny's dad, a warm jolly fellow, welcomed the brothers inside to wait for his daughter. "Pffftt.. THat's no wonder for such a sweet and beautiful girl as Jenny." Dylan said with the most flattering tone when Jenny's mother gushed about her daughter having not one but two handsome dates, as Jenny rushed in wearing a cute pink dress.

The trio escaped from the photographing session and started to walk together towards Vinnie's car. Dylan couldn't help but smile Warmly when he heard the nickname 'Dilly'. He hated the nickname with burning passion, especially when it was coming from Vinnie's mouth. But when the word left Jenny's lips the feeling was different, somehow cute and charming. They hugged and Jenny fixed the position of his hat.

"You too, girll, you look so amazing!" Dylan immediately compliment the girl back and he meant every word. "I have shirt with similar pattern you should have told me which dress you were planning on wearing so we could have matched." Dylan babbled excitedly while trying to hide the earlier devilish grin. Dylan and Jenny having matching outfits would have pissed off Vinnie so badly. Oh how glorious it would have been.

Dylan must admit to himself that his mind darkened a little bit when Jenny moved on complimenting Vinnie. They went to the car and Dylan became slightly quieter than earlier. He tried to laugh and make small talk. Was this the right decision? WOuldn't he just become a third wheel? The more positive result would be for the date to be ruined, but even though he didn't like his brother and friend together... Was that something he actually wished for his dear friend?

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: worried; aggravated

OUTFIT

LOCATION: The Pier

basics

MENTIONS:
r e i (Isa) (Kieran)

PenguinFox (Liz)

INT:
@me (Nolan)

tags

TL;DR

he's gotta steal a boat, then he's gotta go steal his best friend back, then he's going to go make out with his boyfriend.

tl;dr

Chance Matthews

the battle within will have collateral damage

Isaiah running off to play with his friends left Chance to wander around the halls of the large boat. He had decided to busy himself with trying to find wherever the hell you took control of the boat. Cockpit? Main cabin? He didn’t know, nor did he really care. It was his primary goal when coming to the boat regatta, but his best friend was in trouble, and he had to help her.

Chance didn’t know why he was hesitating, usually he’d run after his best friend, but he found it hard. Maybe it was Kieran. Maybe it was the fact that he felt that this was all his fault. Like the first time. But he couldn’t let his own insecurities and worries get in the way of Isa and her safety. Kieran wasn’t a bad guy per se that’s how they used to be so close, but after getting into hard drugs with Isa and taking it a bit too far, Chance wanted to get his best friend from him. He was okay with losing Kieran if it meant saving Isa.

The last few messages halt Chance in his tracks, a few steps away from wherever he was going to wreak havoc. How could Isa think that no one wanted her. His family literally treated her like she was already a Matthews. Regina would’ve liked for her oldest son and Isa to get married when they were older, but Chance knew that was never going to happen. Isa was just his best friend, romance was not in their cards, and Nolan and Liv had plans for their relationship with the girl occupying their basement guest room. Isa had people who loved her, who were waiting for her, who needed for her to be okay. If only she would let her loved ones help.

He remembered Liz said that she’d be waiting for him when he was ready. The runner quickly turns from where he stood and makes his way towards where everyone else was dancing. His mother was working a late shift at the hospital, so his aunt and uncle were in charge of the Matthews siblings, though Winnie did drive herself. He couldn’t find Olivia, so Nolan would have to do. He was dancing with some woman that he didn’t recognize; and honestly, Chance didn’t like it. He walks up to the couple and lightly taps on Nolan’s shoulder.

Hey, I’m gonna go check on Isa. Isaiah’s running around with some of his friends, and I think Win’s with Dustin. But I’ll text you when I get an update. When his uncle acknowledges him, he turns and makes his way off the boat and towards Liz’s car.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: jealous; hurt; conflicted; embarrassed

OUTFIT

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:
purplecowdutch (Alistair)

@me (Olivia)

INT:
Chimney Swift (Eileen)

tags

TL;DR

Is he losing the love of his life?

tl;dr

Nolan Marriott

Let me devote my life to you

Nolan reaches for the glass that’s in Eileen’s hand and softly slips it from the grasp; he puts the flute on a table that was slightly beside him. May I? He asks, but moves before she even finishes her answer, encasing her small hand in his large, calloused one. The adults move toward the dance floor, a soft ballad echoing throughout the grand room.

I’m sorry about your husband, don’t beat yourself up, I’m sure you’re trying your best for your children.

Dancing with Eileen wasn’t much different from when he danced with his wife. However, here he could imagine what it was like to just dance with a partner that didn’t have another suitor ready to whisk her away. He tries to chase the thoughts from his mind as he couldn’t think that way about Olivia. But Eileen was beautiful, and she was right there in front of him, it wasn’t challenging with her. But maybe Nolan like the challenge.

Liv’s not one to halt her life even if she has children. She won’t abandon her responsibilities, but she’ll still know how to have fun. He chuckles, squeezing his dance partner’s hand slightly. As for me, I’ll take your advice, but I don’t know how I’ll be like when we finally have kids. As she answers, he twirls her under his arm before softly pulling her back in. His nephew then makes an appearance, informing the firefighter of his departure. He leaves just as soon as he arrived.

That’s one of my nephews, Chance. He’s not always short with others, but he’s gotta deal with something. The two of them slow their dancing along with the music, minimizing their grandeur turns and steps to a simple sway.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: frustrated; conflicted; hurt; jealous

OUTFIT

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:
Chimney Swift (Eileen)

@me (Nolan)

Elf_Ruler (Logan)

INT:
purplecowdutch (Alistair)

tags

TL;DR

She's jealous, but she won't admit it.

tl;dr

Liv Matthews

pour yourself a glass, you deserve it

When Alistair pulls her closer, Olivia moves to him easy. The magnetic pull that existed between them did that, but also embedded in her own will was how much she wanted to move to him. When he says that he could never be mad at her, she softens, and she swears she falls deeper for him. I’m going to test out keying the car thing, if you get mad, I will ruin your life Alistair.

She loved how the two of them molded together, it felt as if they had met at another time, like he was all hers and she was all his. With Alistair encasing Liv within his arms, they had begun swaying, the music spilling from inside the boat acting as a cadence. I don’t think I’d stop you. She says back, so much truth in her words. They’d never kissed in public, sure they were hiding in the dark alcoves of the balcony, most of it blanketed in shadow, but most of their kisses were usually in the comfort of his condo. Liv wanted to know what it felt like to kiss him in the open paired with their vulnerability. The thought made her heart skip a beat.

What if we have met at another time, do you think we’d still feel this way about each other?

She’d been scared to ask the question. Not only did it inch way to close to the notion of love, but it also displayed some crack within their relationships, did he only love her because she was a challenge? It was never in Liv’s behavior to be so insecure when it came to herself or a relationship. That’s how Liv knew that Alistair Hawley must have been pulling some type of magic to make her feel this way. It made her uncomfortable, but it might have been a situation that she could maybe live with.

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: Excited

OUTFIT: dress

LOCATION: The harbor

basics

MENTIONS:
lion. ALittleRedLie

INT:
Chimney Swift

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Harper Anderson

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

“No he wouldn’t” She signed drawing her eyes back to her friend in front of her. “Once it was… Now he just likes the opportunity to hit on the seniors and sophomores.” Harper chuckled crossing her arms over her chest as she swayed back and forth to the music. Her hair catching the salty warmth of the wind as it blew over the boat.

Harper watched as Max became stiff at her suggestion. “I was joking Max, you don’t have to if you don’t want to… I know you guys aren’t close” She uncrossed her arms signing to Max. Max and Zach’s dynamic had only gotten tougher this year. They were never close or best friends, but Zach had become jealous of Max. Which Harper still struggled to understand why.

Harper couldn’t see what Zach did. She was blind to the longing looks that everyone noticed. She could have been told a thousand and one times, how Max felt, by every single person in the world (because lets all face it. They noticed) and she wouldn’t believe it unless she heard it from him directly.

“How many years have you guys been here now? 6? Crazy to think we didn’t know each other before this.” Harper lightly pushed at Max’s shoulder, they had been through so much together over the years. From new friends, to camp, to over nights at school.

To high school and having to leave Max behind again.

To losing her mom…

To finally sharing the bus once more.

He had always been there for her, her shoulder to cry on when Levi and her had broken up.

And here she was at the boat Regatta with him. Finally seeing each other again for what felt like the first time in forever. “I don’t know the last time we went this long without seeing each other” Yes she did. It was back in March. Max had gone through something, something that he hadn’t been willing to share with her yet. She worried for Max, she didn’t want to lose him. He meant so much to her… She couldn’t lose anyone else.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: nervous; upset; heartbroken

OUTFIT

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:
tamarapasek (Ashley

INT:
Qwertycakes (Dustin)

tags

TL;DR
she's heartbroken

tl;dr

Winnie Matthews

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

About a week ago, Winona had a doctor’s appointment due to some pain in her lower back. After a CT scan and a Xray, her doctor said it would take some time to get the results, but Winona didn’t know that it would take a whole week. She’d been worrying about what the results would say in fear that it would interfere with the audition tape that she had to film in about two months. She had first encountered problems with her back after the car accident three years ago, she had been beaten up by the impact of the other car bad, and it was evident in the sprained spine she had gotten. She couldn’t dance for two months after that. It was the worst time of her life because she couldn’t distract herself from what was really hurting. Her father was dead. She couldn’t dance the pain away like she usually did.

If her back was acting up now and it stopped her from doing what defined her as a person, Winnie didn’t know what she’d do.

This wasn’t the only thing that was pondering her mind. Arising concerns about her relationship with Dustin. She’d come to discover that she loved him. But she didn’t know if he loved her, or maybe he did but it wasn’t enough for him to choose her first. Not when she saw how they looked at each other when they thought they were alone and not when others could also see it too. And then there was the future looming over them. Winnie was already looking at her future college and was taking steps to make sure that she got in. College wasn’t even on his mind. There wasn’t a large age gap in between them, but it seemed like they were in two different worlds.

Her decision had been haunting her for a while by then, she already had trouble sleeping but this made it worse. She didn’t think it fair for her to have to leave two relationships where she knew that she loved the other. It felt like the universe was working against her, like it didn’t want her to be happy.

Seeing Dustin had put a temporary smile on Winona’s face. He looked handsome and if she wasn’t going to do what she was going to do now, she would’ve snuck off with him just to make out. The kisses that he landed on her face and then her lips, comfort her for just a second and she knows that she’s going to miss that. Here he was, looking as happy as ever and Winnie Matthews was going to ruin that. Thank you, she accepts the rose from him and then settles it under her nose to smell the scent. She regretted doing that after, because now the scent of roses would just remind her of leaving him. The thought saddens her, her heart races in her chest as her stomach drops. The dancer couldn’t bring herself to look at her boyfriend, but she knew she had to. She had to do this because she no longer wanted to second guess herself as his girlfriend. She didn’t want to stand in the way of a relationship that could just be better. She didn’t have to pretend as if she was okay with everything if she really wasn’t.

Looking Dustin in the eye prompted for tears to well up in her own and she suddenly found it hard to talk. Dustin, she starts, taking a deep breathe before trying to continue. I think that I shouldn’t lead you on for the rest of the night. Uh, I… she chuckles slightly, forcing herself to get it together and rip the band aid off. I think… I think we should break up.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Lemon Pierce

Lemon didn’t know how to begin answering or responding to Reid, but she did want to date him. She had always wanted to date him, hold his hand, kiss him, spend time with him, be around him as much as she could without suffocating him. She could feel the words on the tip of her tongue, “I want to date you. I want to do couple things with you. Like hold your hand, watch movies, and other things. I want to be with you too” She wasn’t exactly sure what other things meant but she wanted to experience life with him. She moved her face so her nose was touching his, “I always wanted to be with you.” Her heart was still beating rapidly. Was she supposed to kiss him? Was he supposed to kiss her? Instead she panicked and pulled away. She didn’t want to hurt him but she was still scared. “I’m sorry.” She wanted to kiss him, but all she could think about was the party. She wanted to black out her memories.

Instead she continued to sit across from him, messing around with Twitter, idly elbowing him when she needed him to cooperate with her. She knew she needed to talk with him, but how? Every time she thought she had courage it was disappear the second she looked at him. Finally she set her phone down and let her hands play with the hem of her shirt, “I-“she started, Reid’s eyes looked at her and she put her face back down, “I want.” Why was this so hard for her? She had waited so long and now she had him, “Are we boyfriend, girlfriend? Are we like a real couple? How does it work? Does the label happen before a date or after? Do you ask me on a date? Do I ask you? Do we kiss now or?” the question hung in the air.

That was until Lemon began to worry. “When do we tell our moms? Oh god. Our moms.” Lemon started to ramble about their moms some sentences made sense while others were senseless babbles, “And my dad.” It was as if the panic had finally set in.

She could feel herself becoming overwhelmed with thoughts of how her friends and family would react. Would they be upset she was dating? Would they be happy? “What if my dad tries to have the talk with you? What if he’s mean to you? What if he scares you off? He’s scary.” Every anxious thought crossed Lemon’s mind. She wished her brain would shut down. She wished she wasn’t a mess. How could he want a mess like her?

Mention(s): Interaction(s): Dazzle

 

[.Curious.Nat.]

Processing. . . .

outfit: link here

mood: internally f.o.

location: SuperPlus Store

Arthur says. . . .

It shouldn't have amused Arthur,but Niila making sure Oliver was breathing made her want to laugh. Though she did not and bit the inside of her cheek. She tried not to dwell on the comment Niila made about him not wanting to leave her either.


He just said it out of the kindness of his seemingly cold,but very warm heart. He could never actually think of me in that way at all. I'm just a friend. A weird friend. An obnoxious friend. Some may even say annoying- hopefully he doesn't think that way,but I can't think asking him He will tell me the truth on what he thinks of me. I mean what if he says it and everything changes for the worst and I lose him. I'd have anything BUT that. I don't think I'd be able to handle it...I know I can handle a lot...I can't handle that for some reason..


As she was focused in her thoughts Niila was searching the Internet for solutions to their problem. "Ah yeah elevation is good. I'm usually good at remembering things like that considering how clumsy I am,but my mind is elsewhere today" she said as he was propping up Oliver.


"I guess now we wait"


Oh please don't look at me like that. I can feel my heart stopping for a second.


Arthur then realized she was in fact trying to hide the second injury from Niila. Her eyes hopefully didn't give it away as she looked away shyly, her hands behind her back as she stood. Was she getting dizzy? Yes. Did she wanna make him worried? No..


Arthur put on a small smile before looking of at Niila and then the empty street where a car would pass by every 5 or so minutes. It was getting quiet all of a sudden. Too quiet. Too quiet to where one could her the drips of her blood going onto the asphalt of the parking lot.


"W-well..what do you wanna do till he wakes up?" She asked softly before looking over at him with her light brown eyes.





@Myling @Chimney Swift

coded by kaninchen

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: A little discombobulated

OUTFIT: Hidden

LOCATION: SuperPlus

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Arthur .Curious.Nat.
Niila Myling

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 was no stranger to suddenly dropping unconscious.
It had been a fairly regular occurrence since he was very young: anytime he got badly startled, or hurt, or if he stood up too quickly, or a myriad of other causes. No one in his family had ever been particularly concerned, so it never got brought up to a medical professional, so as a result, he didn't really have any idea what the root cause of it was.
But for the most part, other than being a little embarrassing, he himself had never paid much mind to it. He'd never yet been seriously hurt falling. and he almost always had something more pressing to deal with.

His dark eyes wearily blinked back open, looking side-to-side almost blindly as everything came back into focus.
What was he even looking at?
Clouds.
So he was outside... Oliver was having a bit of difficulty putting everything back together at first. That was normal.
Hw remembered why he was outside fairly quickly. He shifted his legs to try to sit himself back up, and found they were propped up on an ice chest.
Ice chest. Crab.
He just had to touch a crab so he could give Arthur the pepper spray.
Pepper spray-- did he still have it?
His hand immediately darted for his pockets, checking for all of his items.
Bus card.
Knife.
And yes, the pepper spray was still safely tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie.

He dragged himself up from the asphalt as quickly as he could manage in his still-lightheaded state, staggering a bit as he found himself back on his feet. Quickly spotting Arthur and Niila, he was immediately relieved that they were still there. Imagine if Arthur had wandered off and he'd just gone through all that for nothing.
Well, maybe not nothing. Willingly touching a crab was a pretty big achievement for him, even if right now he wasn't ready to be that self-congratulatory.
He went back to Arthur, immediately realizing he wasn't going to be able to sort out his ability to speak enough to say anything, trying to push the pepper spray into her hands as gently as possible.
Then he noticed that once again there were red streaks down the side of her hand from the bandaging. He looked down and saw it had started to drip in small splatters on the ground. A lot of blood for a finger cut... not good. Very not good.

"...That's too much." Oliver quietly stated the obvious, pensively running his hand up and down the side of his head, fingers pulling at his hair.
Someone should probably take Arthur to urgent care, but that wasn't an idea that Oliver had. He himself had almost never had proper medical care because of his family's situation, so he really didn't know the protocol for situations like this. If simply replacing the bandage didn't staunch the bleeding, then this was already beyond Oliver's level of medical know-how.

He looked at Niila, with a blank look of confusion. If the other boy didn't know what to do, then...
Oliver didn't want to speculate on that.
Hopefully, Niila would have an idea.

code by valen t.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Cryptic

OUTFIT: Summertime

LOCATION: Anchor Bay

basics

MENTIONS:
Liv ALittleRedLie
Alistair purplecowdutch
INT:
Nolan ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR Oliver's mom is kinda pleasant when she wants to be. Somehow that makes it worse..

tl;dr

Eileen Dreyfuss

The dark I know well.

"The pleasure is mine." Eileen let her soft hand rest in Nolan's as the two waltzed onto the dance floor. Her long dress floated around her ankles as he spun her under his arm, and the whole time she kept her hand in his and their eyes gently meeting, all her attention on him. For the longest time, she felt weightless.

"I’m sorry about your husband, don’t beat yourself up, I’m sure you’re trying your best for your children."

She nodded graciously, the look in her eyes softening as though that was the first time she'd heard that in far too long.
But she knew she was. Of course she was.
Despite the grueling agony of poverty, the abandonment by her husband, and the pain of being left alone, Eileen was a great parent.
Even if her daughters were all ungrateful and sullen and falling behind their expectations.
Even if her son was clueless and erratic and barely human.
He especially needed some tough guidance. There was only so much someone like Eileen could even do for someone like that.

Dancing with Nolan, though? It was like 20 years ago all over again. Who even needed champagne when freedom was more potent?
A real pity that the man was married... a damn shame. That wife of his, though-- she seemed a little on edge, didn't she? Alistair was still off with her. It had been a few minutes now, not that Eileen was complaining that she got a little time alone with Nolan.

A tall boy crossed onto the dance floor, making his way over to Nolan. Eileen almost introduced herself, but he was gone as quickly as he appeared. Oh, well.
Eileen paid little mind to the curtness, a slight smile crossing her face as Nolan explained apologetically. "Oh no, I don't mind at all. Teens are teens, right? He seems like a nice boy, Chance..." She paused, a short laugh quickly fading away. "My own son hardly talks. Like I said, he has some cognitive difficulties, so it's... well, we manage." Her shoulders gently shrugged, keeping her slow movements in tempo with the music.

"Now I wonder where our two friends have gone off to," There was a little mischief in her tone when she spoke, her eyes sparkling. "Do you expect Liv will be coming back? Oh my, I hope she's alright..." Her play of sympathy was quite convincing, actually-- even if she was feeling a little covetous this evening, she had to keep it classy.

code by valen t.

 

[purplecowdutch]

MOOD: rambling on, need of liquid courage

OUTFIT: a black suit with a striped tie

LOCATION: the boat regatta

basics

MENTIONS:

@ALittleRedLie

INT:

tags

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

tl;dr

alistair hawley

He shook his head with a laugh, he definitely didn’t believe she would actually key his car but at the same time Alistair had no idea. He was sure she was capable of it but he had never seen Liv so comfortable, so true to herself. Their bodies being so close together felt comfortable and took away the cold from the icy wind like a shield. 'You're getting one pass Liv, do not key my car.'

They softly swayed to the music and he held her close, enjoying every bit of her summer scent. His hands on her waist, squeezing it a bit when she told him she wouldn’t stop him from kissing her. He couldn’t believe she just said that but Liv told him loud and clear. He looked her now straight in her green eyes and planned on never looking away again. They had never kissed in public, not even when they were getting groceries together. Alistair respected it but also hated it immensely, he felt like a dirty secret even though he clearly was much more than that. But now, now, she had given him permission to kiss her right there and then.

There was no Nolan on his mind, no Eileen and no Logan. It was just them and that felt nice, Alistair felt like he had too much worries on his head most of the time but whenever he and Liv were together they faded like snow in the warm sun. It was something special and Liv knew that just as well as Alistair did though the fact she was married helped Alistair with a lot of his commitment issues, as if it was comforting to him that it could never work out even though he wanted too. Maybe to protect himself from getting hurt if it was just him and Liv in this relationship.

‘What if we have met at another time, do you think we’d still feel this way about each other?’

Alistair didn’t expect her to ask him that and just looked at her a little confused, wanting to answer but wasn’t sure what to say.
‘I guess,’ Alistair mumbled, looking up at Liv again, hoping it was the answer she had expected. ‘I can’t imagine I wouldn’t. . You know, been crazy about you even if we met sooner or later.’
His hands squeezed her waist softly again, ‘I know you may not trust me yet Liv but I’m trying here,’ Alistair added before lowering his hands and tried pulling her closer though it was physically impossible at this point.

Alistair now had a small grin on his face, looking down at the woman in the purple dress. ‘I think I have to kiss you before you start having me confess crimes I didn’t commit,’ he mumbled while he put his hand on her cheek, her soft skin making him a bit nervous as if he was to kiss for the first time ever again. Maybe the first kiss that actually meant something to him. He leaned forward a bit, hoping and praying she would have the courage to kiss him back for real this time.

code by valen t.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Appreciative

OUTFIT: xxx

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:
Zach lion.

INT:
Harper Dazzle

tags

TL;DR
Max and Harper finally get to hang out again.

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

"What? No, no, it's fine. Don't be sorry. I'm not upset." Max forced a smile. "Yeah. We both moved here around this time 6 years ago." He looked down for a second, reminiscing. It was almost weird to think of how for almost two-thirds of his life, he'd been in another state. His own family and the Lees, and that was all he ever knew. None of the kids in his town ever wanted to get to know him, so when he moved to Anchor Bay at 10 years old, he had all but abandoned the hope that someone was going to see anything in him. In some ways, it still felt strange how he'd been embraced by the community. He didn't think that was even possible. "You know, I really didn't think I'd make friends like you. I didn't even think I'd be able to just...talk to people like you and I do." He stopped and thought carefully about what he was going to say next... for some reason his first instinct was still to apologize.
"Thank you for proving me wrong."

They were both quiet for a moment. The pause seemed to slow the busy hall to a standstill. Max didn't mind... he and Harper had always spent their fair share of time just sitting quietly together. They'd know when to pick the conversation back up again.
Sometimes that was just what the two of them needed.

“I don’t know the last time we went this long without seeing each other.”
Max stayed frozen for a second, looking back at her as if he expected her to continue. When she didn't, he had to fight not to let the relief show too much.
No one ever really commented on it, but this was not the first time Max had suddenly drifted off from his friends for several weeks.
Harper didn't know why he disappeared this past spring. He couldn't have told her even if he wanted to. He couldn't tell anyone, but especially not Harper.
It was better for everyone if they never found out.
He knew how much Harper hated hospitals.

"I know. I... I'm sorry. It was really stupid. I should've answered my texts at least."
That was all he could bring himself to say, but the worry that hung in the air was unbearable. He wracked his brain for something, anything else he could say...
"So what have you been--" Max forgot he was holding a plate of food in one of his hands and nearly sent it flying. He caught his fork just in time for it to not hit the floor, quickly brushing himself off and looking rather defeated. "Uh, sorry. Yikes. But you've been tutoring, right?" Maybe this was a desperate plea to change the subject to something more comfortable than what had happened in March, but he genuinely was curious as to how Harper had been doing while he was gone. Usually, he'd have been texting her day in and day out. It felt wrong to be out of the loop. "And I know it's still surf season. Sometimes I just can't believe so many people live so far away from the ocean. I think I'd miss it."

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[LittleWolfie]

Madeleine Lexington-Montgomery


It was beautiful day outside and Madi was excited because it was Boat Regatta day. This event happened every year in Anchor Bay and, even though it was definitely a boat party as opposed to a boat regatta, it was something she looked forward to each year. She enjoyed seeing the whole town coming out in their fancy outfits and having a celebration together. Plus the fireworks were really pretty at the end of the night.

Unfortunately her parents couldn't make it for the main party this evening as they were attending to business in New York, but they had promised to make it back for the fireworks. As a result it was her brother Freddie that had the duty of escorting the Lexington-Montgomery princess to the regatta and he had even promised not to get inebriated today so that she didn't have to drive him home.

When the pair arrived at the ship the party was already in full swing and Madeleine found herself greeting various people she knew, although none of her other brother's yet, as she walked up the gangplank on Freddie's arm. Time now to enjoy themselves.

Spoiler: Outfit

 

[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Happy and oblivious to all that’s going on

OUTFIT: https://i.ibb.co/thtQ7w8/C9-D2-F689-160-E-4-A83-8065-1-A77610-F71-DA.jpg

LOCATION: Aquarium

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Qwertycakes

tags

TL;DR Jolexei goes on an aquarium date

tl;dr

Josephine Kingston

Don't stress, don't falter

Upon arrival at the pier, Josephine found herself glancing down at her dress, making sure nothing was tracking or accidentally smudging it. She had to look perfect tonight after all. She had to be the perfect little doll he thought of her as. "Cheers! Don't mention it, I'm just grateful you asked" She responded, pausing slightly before taking a sip. She was no alcohol expert, and definitely didn't want a repeat of her 4th of July sloshfest.

Pacing herself, when the glass was eventually drained, she glanced up at her partner looking for a sign as to what to do with the empty champagne glass. He simply held onto it, so she repeated the gesture, attempting to appear casual and not like she was kind of 100% lost. The art of subtly checking someone out had been mastered over her courtship phase with Alexei anyway.

"Babe?" Her hands intertwined with his, her face fastened on the empty glass "Did you know a boat regatta's technically a boat race?" She questioned with a chuckle. The disparity in general knowledge with the couple was somewhat foggy, making what both of them were and weren't aware of hard to figure out for both parties. Jo had grown up with way more knowledge about books and etiquette and the like, but with people and common sense? Alexei had that in spades. The definition of regatta was in a sort of in-between stage. "I guess it turned into a party somehow? It's probably for the best, we're way too pretty to race boats." She lightly joked, leaning into his arm.

"Plus if we somehow fall in the water the whole town is gonna see what you did to me!" She playfully chastised him, offering a light punch to the arm with her free hand. She truly didn't care so much about the hickies, but he also seemed to like when she acted more demure. "I used up my concealer for this s-poop!" She whined, remembering to self-censor at the last minute. "You're paying for this. In money or cuddles."

After a while, the music had begun playing. Surprisingly it was more upbeat in tempo, rather than some sad slow orchestra tune she had expected in a fancy party like this. Gently nudging her partner, she grinned lopsidedly at him. ''I won't laugh at your dancing if you won't laugh at mine, deal?''

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

Reid waited for Lemon’s answer, neither of them had ever been upfront with their feelings for the other until now. Reid had always ignored his feelings, they were too much to handle, too much unknown. He found himself to be biting the inside of his cheek, maybe Lemon didn’t want this. He would-could be okay with that. He just wanted her happy.

He felt his heartbeat faster and the breath he had been subconsciously holding in release. Reid had always wanted all those things too. He just wasn’t ever sure he would ever be deserving of a love like that.

As Lemon leaned, Reid let his forehead rest against hers. Breathing in the floral scent of her hair feeling the warmth of her skin radiate off of her. His eyes closed softly as he just took the moment to sit in the comfortable quiet with Lemon… Something they hadn’t done in a long time.

“I always wanted to be with you.” Reid felt ridiculous for how that sentence made his heart feel like it skipped a beat. He had been with so many people, so many others had said something of similar value. Similar vulnerability.

But none of them were Lemon Pierce.

Reid jumped as Lemon pulled back suddenly. “Sorry for what?” Reid chuckled lightly.

He sighed softly, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind Lemon’s ear. “You don’t need to be sorry.” Reid knew why Lemon felt nervous. He let his hand linger on the side of her cheek, letting his fingers gently graze the outline of her jaw. “We can go as fast or as slow as you want Lem.” He let his hand fall back into his lap.

They were quiet for a bit, dealing with some twitter drama. Mostly things that Max had started, the one downside of all of this was that Reid now had to be cordial with Max. While Max was the hardest person to be nice to, and that was saying a lot coming from Reid and some of the dunces he had to deal with back in Alabama.

Reid turned as he heard Lemon start to talk again, her phone out of her hand for the first time in a while. “You want.” He said slowly, a smirk on his face thinking it was ever so funny that Lemon thought he would have the answers himself. “Do you want to be my girlfriend, Lemon Pierce?” Reid himself had never had a serious relationship, he had gone on a few dates here and there, but nothing that ever went much further than a dinner and a car quicky. He found it humorous that Lemon thought he would have the answers on what was next for them.

“We don’t have to do what everyone else does Lemon. Just whatever feels right to us.”

Reid’s eyes went wide at the mention of their parents. Their moms were one thing, they would just be overly excited and overbearing. Telling them that they knew all along, and they should have listened to them.

Now Lemon’s dad… He was a different story. Ambrose was one of the few men that Reid was genuinely terrified of. Mr. Pierce could kill with just a look. Reid could tell that Lemon was starting to panic, and he was not far behind her. “I’ve stuck around this long, I don’t think your dad could scare me off at this point.”

“Though he hasn’t tried to murder me yet, and well, dating his daughter may be a good reason for him to try.” Any smile that had linger on his face was more than gone.

“I want to say we just don’t tell them.” Reid sighed heavily. “But I have a feeling that will just give him more ammunition for his gun.”

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: Excited

OUTFIT: dress

LOCATION: The harbor

basics

MENTIONS:
lion. ALittleRedLie

INT:
Chimney Swift

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Harper Anderson

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

Harper watched as Max talked about how he was surprised that he was able to make friends when he moved to Anchor Bay. It always shocked Harper that people actively avoided wanting to be his friend. As if they thought they could catch being ‘deaf’ by being friends with him. “I am glad you were wrong.” Harper signed funny at the end of the sentence, she got Max, but at the same time she could never understand what it felt to be an outsider like him. She understood why it was bad he was streamlined into regular school systems, but she didn’t understand how detrimental it really could be for him. She had gotten lucky to have him as a friend.

He had gotten lucky that she had been willing to learn ASL.

“You know, as your friend I deserve to know that you’re at least breathing, I think that’s fair.” She smirked at her friend to show the light-hearted tone in her voice. Max worried a lot, Harper knew that. So in exchange, she tried to make sure he never had any reason to truly worry about her. And when he was with her, she tried to make sure that stayed in the moment. Though that was a harder challenge to conquer.

Max constantly was distracted by social media. Even now, as they caught up for the first time in forever, he kept being dragged back in.

Harper went to make a comment on it, till Max almost dropped his entire plate of food, thankfully catching it at the last second. “You okay?” Harper chuckled a bit at the slightly chaotic friend who constantly was tripping over himself. Watching Max run during PE was a sight to see. And as much as she tried to stop Zach from laughing, she also struggled to control her own laughter at a Max run.

“I couldn’t live without the sea…” She spelled the last word, one of the first words she had learned from Max was about surfing and the ocean, but she was distracted by Max being Max. Going off on Twitter as her phone buzzed within her purse. “Max…” She slowed for a moment looking to gain his attention before she continued. “Whats going on?” She pointed to his phone. “You look incredibly distracted.”

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[Elf_Ruler]

Carson Hughes

Carson couldn’t begin to explain how she felt. Numb wasn’t the word because she could feel but she didn’t want to. Instead she tried to ignore the pain emanating from her heart, it wasn’t new for her to be the second chosen, the other choice. She had been that way as far as she could really remember and sure it hurt at times but she had learned from it and she wasn’t going to wallow in her sadness because Hassim liked someone else. He deserved happiness and she wanted that for him, even if that meant she had to leave the picture. She had painted the image of them in her mind and now she was going to have to make the canvas blank yet again for a new story to tell. For now, the only sound she could hear were her shoes clicking against the ground as she made her way to the boat regatta. She knew she had plans with Liz to see a movie. It was nice she had a friend to help keep her mind busy and distracted from the hurt. After she had more intimate plans with her favorite on and off again ex, and it wasn’t like she hated Thad, he annoyed her. He was overall a decent guy when given the time to get to know him.

As she approached the festivities her eyes looked around for a familiar face. Her hand reached for the champagne flutes and began drinking, after all alcohol never hurt a sad heart. Finally, her eyes locked on to her favorite bubbly blonde. “Astraea!” she yelled louder than normal due to the large crowd. Of course, the blonde engulfed her in a hug that she didn’t want, but Carson hugged her friend back, “I’m fine.” She could see the concern in her friends face, “I promise. I broke up with him. Don’t look so worried, you know I already have plans to make myself feel better. Unless you want to help with need.” she teased. She meant nothing by it she really loved messing with Astra, it gave her a little joy to watch her friend struggle with a response.

She grabbed two more drinks handing one over to Astraea, “To friendship and dismantling the patriarchy.”

This was going to be their night and she wasn’t going to let anyone ruin the good time she needed with her friend. She deserved to feel wanted by someone even if it was platonic. It’s part of why Carson loved having someone like Astraea in her life, because she felt like no matter what Astraea wanted her around, even when Carson didn’t want to be around. It was different to have someone who always wanted her to join in on shenanigans and stupid town events. So, Carson was going to enjoy her time and get a little tipsy.

Mention(s): Interaction(s): Dazzle

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Lemon Pierce

Somehow the treehouse felt stifling as Lemon sat with Reid thinking about his words, his question, his smirk as he spoke. She wanted to be his girlfriend, but she also didn’t know how to be one. She barely knew how to be herself anymore, but she wanted to be and Reid made her feel safe, he made her happy and that was what mattered most right? She reached back for his hand, uncertain about what to do with it once she had it. It was large. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to be his girlfriend, but she couldn’t get anything out. Instead she could sense the panic he had about telling their parents and she wished she knew what to say. Instead she stayed silent and shrugged. What could she say? Her father was a scary man and she knew it, not that she didn’t have his temper or anything like that. Why else would she argue with a man that was feared by many?

She was still confused about what to do with his hand that she still somehow had, “Reid?” She paused until she was sure she had his attention, “I um...” she was struggling, “I don’t want you to kiss me. Right now.” Sure, she wanted to when she was drunk and even now she wanted to, but she was nervous or scared. What if he thought she was bad? What if she freaked out because of what happened last year? She felt her hand tighten around his. She didn’t want to upset him. She knew that being his girlfriend meant they would have to but she was scared.

When she looked up, she didn’t see any anger in his face and she felt a wave of relief wash over her, “You’re not mad?” All she had known was anger and yelling in a relationship and Reid showed no anger towards her and she hadn’t known what to think.

Her mind had been ready for the worst possible scenario when she told Reid she wasn’t ready for anything really, but he was still there and his eyes were on her. It was weird to feel seen in a way she hadn’t been. He didn’t see her for her looks, and she really wasn’t dressed to the nines for him now, she didn’t see the lust and anger in his eyes like she had seen in others. Somehow Reid’s look was different, it seemed genuine and overall happy. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him actually happy. “Can we maybe go inside? I can um make us some popcorn?” It wasn’t meant to be a question but Lemon was still nervous, “I do want to be your girlfriend. But you have to be the boyfriend.”

Mention(s): Interaction(s): Dazzle

 

[lion.]

MOOD: bruh

OUTFIT: -

LOCATION: boat regatta

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Drew Nicholson

Lingering on my losing mind.

“This will be a good day.”

He was a writer once, and though he still was, this was the stance in which he felt like being one. Contextualization left him feeling like her lips were hot and guilty, and a minute later he was pulling her in with his tight arms kissing her remorselessly till he could taste her burgundy lipstick, smirching the color out of her lined lips.

She had disappeared that night, lights out.

Unpunctured, unhurt, unbruised like he was.

His veins had been pulsing with his ongoing ringtone out for her. Emotive, stuck at the gate of their bed with his head hung on narcotics, he could hear the blood transferring from his face to his ears.

“Are you sure?” jagging his teeth down on Lo’s lip, his tongue made a turn over to wipe free from her mouth. This was one of the few times where he focused on his anger rather than let loose to collisions against walls where she exploited him of his body and he recycled her clothes. His inner eye was unbudged with brown cuffed to hers and he played with her words, “Are you really sure, baby?”

He slipped out of her grasp, acknowledging her from far-sight when he snatched the keys from her counter. He tossed them in her direction.

“I know those heels press on the accelerator, baby, ” he said vapidly, smirking, approaching the door, his middle finger stroking a line from the low ceiling to the frame of the door. Effectively, the door opened and closed shut.

Silent sirens, red lit or blue flashing, that was how the bright Yacht party presented itself. His hand was on Logan’s milano-pinched waist, driving their walk to the terrace. He betwist himself through the people, grounding a shot glass from a passing tray. This night mattered to Logan, so he was out to ruin it.

Like the shot glass was a lever of a gun to his mouth, he raised it to Logan uncaringly, so far from his boy-ridden love he once found from her. He could see it from her face, the roughness on her face wondering what had gotten into him so early in the night.

“Cheers, Lo. To a good night,” he said when the glass felt empty and his throat burned, “Stick around only if you want to get drunk and fuck.”

“And,” he had already picked up another shot glass in his other hand from the tray, his eyes roving up her figure, “If you’re embarrassed, leave me.”

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[Elf_Ruler]

Logan Barlowe

Lo had been trying everything to get Drew to be happy with her and spend time with her, yet he never seemed to lessen from his high to be there for her. Hell, she didn’t even really want Alistair he just made her feel wanted until he didn’t. It wasn’t like the drive was long to the event and Drew hadn’t opened the door like he used to. She had waited a moment before she unbuckled herself and opened the door to join him. She wished she hadn’t been hurt by such a small gesture but she was. He guided them through the crowds and his toast, to the night, it was sour. She bit her tongue, after all Al had snubbed her. She loved Drew she did so she pulled his head down to hers. Her mind darkened, “Did you forget who I am?”

She let her lips move ever so close to his, “You know you can’t deny that part of you.” She let her red lips leave a mark on his cheek. She couldn’t remember when they got lost when they went from innocent love to this. She pulled him to a secluded spot letting her hands snake around his neck, “Come on Drew, we have a bathroom.” She didn’t want to leave him, she wasn’t embarrassed with him, “Let me show you a good time.” She wanted to remind him that he did love her.

She wondered if it was him that was embarrassed of her. He had always wanted to be with her, he would have kept her home to himself and instead he had agreed to go out. It was the want she desired from him, but why didn’t he want her? Why did he want Vi? Questions continued to run through her mind as she waited for him to lead her away, to claim that she was only his. She wanted him to remind her of the love she knew he still had for her. A love like theirs couldn’t end, she wouldn’t let it end. She would do anything to keep him as hers and she didn’t care who she had to hurt in the process of getting Drew back to being only hers. Lo was done playing as the nice understanding girl, she was hurt and everyone who got in her way to happiness deserved to feel the exact same hurt.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: A little panicked

OUTFIT: xxx

LOCATION: Yacht Party

basics

MENTIONS:
Isa r e i
Liz PenguinFox
Kieran r e i
Lemon Elf_Ruler
Zach lion.

INT:
Harper Dazzle

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TL;DR
Max and Harper finally get to hang out again.

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Whenever Max finally had a calm moment, social media had a way of ruining it.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he snatched it up instantly, though he realized Harper must have seen how frantically he did this and he quickly apologized. "Hang on, I have to take this. Sorry."
He didn't want to take his attention off of her for even a second. But this message he just got... it was Isa. It had to be.
And as much as he felt awful taking his attention away from Harper, he needed to.

Yet again, Isa was in danger.
A couple of days ago, she just disappeared. He'd only been able to piece bits of information together from other people since then. Something had happened between her and Liz, and then she'd gone missing soon after. Liz kept saying it was her fault Isa was missing, but Max couldn't take it. He couldn't bear to watch his friends take the blame when things went wrong and not take any himself. It had to be partially his fault, right? When he told Isa he wouldn't go back to therapy, and they fought about it and he ended up blocking her...
That had to be part of it.
He was to blame for this too. He hurt Isa too. It couldn't be Liz's fault.

So soon after Isa vanished, Max started getting messages from someone named Kieran Wattson: apparently some old boyfriend of Isa's. He said Isa was hiding with him... he wouldn't tell anyone where. Isa wasn't sober. Isa was relapsing. Max remembered the first time he'd seen her high, barely coherent and stumbling. It terrified him more than he had words to describe.

And Max knew that Kieran was up to no good. He felt it in his stomach. He felt like he was the only one of Isa's friends who didn't already know Kieran, so was everyone just keeping this knowledge from Max? For how long? Why was he never told about this guy?
They didn't want you to know.

So finally, after days of losing sleep and barely being able to eat because of the stress of it all, Isa messaged Max, so of course, he dropped everything to ask her where she was and if she was safe...
Max held his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from his phone.
Say something, Isa. Say something. Please say something...
...And she tells him and everyone else to get over it?
This was the first time she'd directly spoken to him in days, and that was all she said.

I can't just get over something like that!! I'm your friend. I can't leave you behind like that​

Then it's your problem and not mine.
Don't come and find me, Max. I mean it.

Even over text, Max was incapable of hiding his emotions.
It was strange how everything could crumble into chaos in a matter of seconds. Immediately his other friends started tweeting him back, begging him to take a step back and calm down as his messages grew more desperate and erratic.
Even Lemon, his other best friend, who had been dealing with so much of her own... why was she trying to help him? Why was everyone worried about Max getting hurt?
While Lemon was a sweetheart in every way possible, she wasn't known for mincing her words. She called things like she saw them, and Max was simply unable to handle being confronted about his own feelings.
He didn't understand why everyone cared so much about the damage he was doing to himself trying to fix everyone else's problems.
But what he did know was that he was constantly worrying and hurting everyone around him every time he tried to help out. After a few minutes of arguing back and forth, Lemon shut off her phone, and Max was left staring back at his phone as though it had stung him.
You hurt her, too.

Harper waving her hand in his peripheral vision pulled him back into reality.
“What's going on? You look incredibly distracted.”

“Sorry about that, Harper.” Max gently set his plate of food down. He didn't have the stomach for it anymore. Even though the boat was docked, suddenly he felt nauseous.
Suck it up. You're fine.

“It’s Isa,” He explained, slowing down his words because his hands were shaking too badly to even properly sign his friend’s name. “She’s… I’m worried about her. It’s a long story. I don’t know what I can say.” He knew that he'd only be giving Harper more concern if he explained any further, but the look on her face told him that she knew that wasn't everything that was up with him. He took a deep breath before continuing... or at least he tried to take a deep breath, though he nearly gagged on air. “...And someone has my medical records.”
Pull yourself together, Max.
You're fine.
You're fine.
Max fought down the urge to excuse himself and find a place to hide.
He didn't want to leave Harper alone, especially after everything that he'd put her through. She meant the world to him. She was one of his best friends; he wanted nothing more in the world than to know that she was happy, no matter what that meant he had to do.
But Harper was never supposed to see him break down. He worried and embarrassed her enough as it was.
You're a bad friend, aren't you?

He switched his phone onto Do Not Disturb mode and put it away. “I think I’m done with my phone for the night. I’m here for you, not… all of that.” The frantic look in his icy blue eyes softened, though he was still eating away at himself trying to stay still.
If Isa tried to text him again tonight and he didn't answer, he'd never forgive himself.
He just kept trying to convince himself that she wouldn't.
"I'm sorry I've been weird. I'm... I promise I'm fine. It's just been a hard summer." Max shrugged, mostly to himself. "I still need to read the book for school. I... well, do you think I can join you and Zach for one of your tutoring sessions sometime?" He blurted that last bit out almost by mistake. He looked at Harper to apologize but couldn't bring himself to. "I mean, never mind. I'm sure he wouldn't want to, but... I guess I'm a little behind. And I miss you guys."

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