Realistic or Modern We All Break Sometimes (Main)

[Dazzle]

MOOD: possibly buzzed

OUTFIT:

LOCATION: Harbor

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Astraea Dupante

there are so many beautiful reasons to be happy....

Astraea hadn’t been looking where she was going, she really had been doing the exact opposite. Constantly looking back over her shoulder. Wondering if she was really going the right way, and if Derrick was going to even be able to find her. Because, she sure wouldn’t have been able to find herself. Who was she even… She felt like she no longer knew. Did she like females? What was that… Why did she feel compelled to kiss her best friend. Sure Carson was beautiful.. but everyone thought that about their best friend, didn’t they?

It was only when she collided with a wall did she stop to realize she had absolutely no idea what she was doing.

Wait. It wasn’t a wall. It was soft. And flannel like. And it SPOKE!

Shit she had run into a person. “I am so sorry.” Astraea looked up at the man standing in front of her. She had ran into this man so hard that she had even knocked his hat off of his head. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Astraea reached down to the ground picking up a cowboy hat from the pavement… There were cowboys in Anchor Bay? How could she have never seen one??

“Here… Your hat.” She said as she passed it back to him. Only for him to remind her about her shoeless adventure that she had just gone on. “Oh right… I honestly forget where I lost them… Just was easier to get where I needed to be without them on.”

“Heels are really hard to walk in, you know?” Astraea was about to give this man a good look into the innerworkings over her brain as she begun her signature word vomit that happened a lot when she was nervous.. or excited… or just having a panic attack. “Not that you’ve experienced it.” She shrugged, embarrassed.

“I really am sorry for running into you my friends say I am never looking where I am going. I get distracted a lot you see.”

“There is SO much to see, I’ve been here for almost three years, and I swear I see a new thing or new person everyday!” Astraea stopped for a moment, inspecting the man in front of her. Trying to figure out if she knew him or not. “Like you! You’re new, right? I don’t think I have seen you around.”

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[Elf_Ruler]

Lemon Pierce

Though Blanche had been enjoying the party a mysterious text from her daughter had gotten under her skin and she needed to know what was going on with Lemon. She had gathered Abe and Jen so they could leave. Though it was an early departure from the regatta, Blanche wasn’t one to stay out late. Not with how Lemon had been acting anyways so the three adults made their way off of the boat and in to their respective vehicles. The whole way Blanche was messing with her bracelet, twisting it around her wrist. Her husband silently reached his hand to hers and held her soft delicate hand in his. He gave it three squeezes as a sign that they were always on the same side. A reminder of love. She had been lucky to have found love at such a young age, someone who was her better half and always made her better each and every day. They had their fair share of disagreements when it came to Lemon but they both only wanted what was best.

As soon as they were in the driveway Blanche waited until her door was opened and made her way to the front door. She could hear the television was on as she pulled out her key to unlock the door. The house looked clean overall and she made her way to the living room. There on the couch curled up was Reid and her daughter. It was a surprise to say the least and Blanche stood silently as she looked at them peacefully asleep, movie on in the background. Her husband was a different story as soon as he saw the scene before him.

“What the hell is this!” his loud voice boomed. And the children were startled awake.

-

Lemon didn’t remember closing her eyes at any point, but she had felt warm and comfortable against Reid. Her eyes had gotten heavier and heavier and she had somehow fallen asleep. Everything was peaceful until she heard the loud voice of her father. It took her a moment to figure out what was happening, and then she looked between herself and Reid, “No. It’s not what it looks like.” Her father was fuming. If smoke could come out of his ears it would have. Lemon quickly untangled to step between her father and Reid, “We um. We are dating. I wanted to tell you. We fell asleep watching a movie. I swear. Please he didn’t do anything wrong.” Her father took a deep breath, “Go to your room Lemon. Young man I want you to leave my house. We will set ground rules for you two. Go home to your mother.” Lemon looked back at Reid before heading to her room. She mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to him before going to her room.

It didn’t take long before her mom came in, “So this was what you wanted to tell me Sweet Pea?” Lemon nodded. She was still nervous about the whole thing. Nervous that Reid wouldn’t want to see her anymore because of her dad. Though, her dad had been nicer than she had expected, “I like him. He’s a wonderful young man. We will have to have rules for the two of you. A curfew for when you go out with him. Your father and I want you to be safe and happy. We worry ever since last year.” Lemon knew what her mom meant.

She was silent for a while, “I promise, mom. I want this to work out. I promise we fell asleep. Nothing else happened.” Her mother reassured her, “I know, Sweet Pea. Your father will want to talk with you later. He’s a man of few words so he needs to process. You’re his only baby. He worries. I love you.” With that Blanche exited the room and Lemon sat on her bed in shock. She was dating Reid Callaway.

Mention(s): Interaction(s): Dazzle

 

[lion.]

MOOD: HAHA

OUTFIT: -

LOCATION: regatta

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Drew Nicholson

Surf's up.

They were blown back around the boat, where he must have seen nothing but a smaze of the ocean pick up with a white entanglement and rock back against the next current. It was because Logan’s face was close—and yet again—her sensuous words gave him an intimation that she was not lying.

Let me show you a good time.

“Baby-God, baby,” his mouth bewilderedly twitched, in fact his whole body cynically did as he laughed her off.

How long had he gone without a cigarette? The drugs?

“Only if you make sure you make it exactly how you did it with Alistair,” resumed Drew, coolly like ice hissing in the freezer. Coaching his own hands on top of the ones she had smoldered on his neck, in fact crawling upon them, he wet his lips. With his eyes flushing on her red leather lips, he combined, “I really do mean it. Don’t forget a single detail.”

Secretly obsessed, it almost went for nothing to undress her over his brooked hate or the tingling traces of beating under his chest. The fastening muscles in her serpentine arms which had his throat chained had its own key. Laying back, till he felt the vertebrae of his spine hit the back of something he gained what he was missing.

She was upset too.

Her expression baying through her wind-torn brunette hair, and bolding under her nose liked to hide away like a played trick of twilight. He could’ve sheered it off. But, he was still thinking on how to make that sadness actually pay the price, nocturnal to his shadow which already decided he wanted her.

They sped off towards the vicinity of the restrooms, and there seemed to be an unmerciful excitement when his arm reached behind the back of the stall to jamb the lock close, his other hand already making brash-meaning movements, craning towards her and the sensitive panes of her body like self-punishment.

Unless she herself pulled herself off of him, there was nothing that would stop them.

With a wide post, he levied upon the sink, exerting more than half his deadweight on it, masses of pelleted droplets running and darting down his face and joining under the running faucet. It was a little after he had emerged from the stall, but a cigarette was already flickering up with ashes and fuming expectantly in the retinas of his eyes. They were the same cigarettes Lo had bought.

“What are you looking at man?” he snapped, too quickly, his voice laden with pent-up emptiness when random footsteps stopped short.

He was sure Logan was still locked in the stall, fixing her dress. But, he had given her the options and what she had done still didn't seem to be accepted in his mind.

So, he left her high, dry and used like that. He turned his back on her like she did to him weeks before, vaporous smoke spreading the air, not looking back.

Mutual affection.

Petty yearning.

All in the name of love.

code by valen t.

 

[OdinsTwoWolves]

MOOD: Tipsy

OUTFIT: Outfit

LOCATION: Harbor

basics

MENTIONS: Dazzle


INT: Dazzle

tags

TL;DR Tipsy barefoot girl talks a lot, firefighting cowboy hopes she's okay

tl;dr

Rhys Price

"This girl talks a lot..."

Boy, did this girl talk a hell of a lot.

Rhys gratefully took his hat from her though and balanced it on top of his head again, firmly seating it so that it wouldn’t go flying again if he got spooked. He was grateful she swooped down to nab, he might’ve bowled right over onto the top of his head if he had tried to. “Thanks for grabbin’ that…” He looked down at her with a gentle smile that reached his eyes, his hands resting on his hips.

He didn’t pipe in, just decided that it was easier to let her ramble on excitedly because she looked like she was possibly having fun with that. His world became less dizzy for a minute, his vision became clear and the air filtered back into his lungs, Rhys felt steady in the world again.

“Yeah, I’m new I guess..” His shoulders rolled in a lazy shrug, he wasn’t wrong but he wasn’t right, Rhys had been here for a moment before he got yoked into going back out west to deal with the devastating fires out there. “I’m Rhys, Rhys Price…” He stuck a rough skinned hand out to her, just to be friendly and honestly he didn’t want to let this girl go running off, she seemed a little too drunk just like he was.

“Are you okay? You’re wobbling just like I am, and trust me… I know I had to drink a good bit to get where I’m at now.”

code by valen t.

 

[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: jealous; hurt; conflicted; intrigued

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

Chance's short visit distracted Nolan slightly, but Eileen captured his attention most. Which was rare. He and Olivia were in an open relationship, so he of course branched out as much as his wife did, but only his wife was able to garner his attention. Until tonight that was, Eileen seemed like an enigma that he wanted to figure out.

Dancing with her tucked against his body allowed for Nolan to try and pick up as much as he could. She was a mother, a trait that he so yearned to put upon his own wife. But there was something about Eileen and her motherhood that intrigued him. She seemed to enjoy being a mom, but there was a sadness there. And all Nolan knew that he wanted to do for her that second was make her happy. Even if it was for just one night.

I think I'm done dancing. He stops in his spot, also purposefully ignoring her question about his wife and Alistair. His hand that was settled on her waist pulls her to a halt as well, the touch gentle. Ideas run through his mind of ways to make Eileen's night more enjoyable. At that moment a waiter passes by, a tray of small appetizers balanced on his hand. With swift movement he steals the platter, grabs Eileen's small hand with his free one, and darts for the closest exit.

He's sure he's surprised her, but the cool air of the outdoors stalls whatever her response may have been. You look like you need to have a good night. No more children talk, no more adult drama, let's just have some sandwiches on the deck. He uses his head to point towards some empty tables that sat near the bow of the ship, one hand still holding the sustenance and the other swallowing hers in his palms. The sun had settled under the horizon slightly, so there was a tinge of orange, but the rest of the sky was dark and stars could be seen littering the midnight canvas.

The man leads his new companion to a table and settles the plate down between them. They sit in silence, a pleasant one with a few comments about anything their minds could touch. Nolan was afraid to admit it, but this is the most fun he'd had in a while. He felt like shit for even thinking this, but it was only the truth.

Have you ever seen Titanic? Without waiting for an answer, he walks up to the bow. The cold Atlantic Ocean lay like black blanket expanding far than what he could fathom. He is standing up there for only a few seconds before he joins her, their eyes meet and he gives her a soft grin. My little sister used to be obsessed with Titanic. The scene where Jack holds Rose, she saw it as freedom not a romantic gesture. And if she'd written the movie, she'd made Rose do it all herself then take a step off to fly. Granted, she was seven, but still. That's how I've always seen it.

He takes his hands out of his pocket and lays it open for Eileen. Do you want to fly Eileen?

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Who knows?

OUTFIT: Here

LOCATION: Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:

Madi LittleWolfie

tags

TL;DR: The mysterious Julian comes to town.

tl;dr

Julian Vanderbilt

If I was you, I'd wanna be me too

It had only been a couple of hours, but Anchor Bay was already starting to grow tiresome to the boy's calculating, crystal blue eyes. It was unnervingly quiet compared to the hustle and bustle he was used to; nobody seemed to be in a rush to get anywhere like they always were in the city. Instead just puttering around, the biggest thrill of their day an hour of Netflix, living vicariously through some poorly developed character, before they pass out in their hovel. Imagine a life so meaningless.

And gone were the good times at the hottest clubs in Manhattan, hooking up with a different socialite nearly every night. Did this shitty little town even have a night life? Not that he could partake even if it did. He had a fiancé now, meaning a role to fill as the most charming husband-to-be that ever lived, and Julian Vanderbilt was determined to nail it.

Still, it was nice to get away from his parents. Especially his mother, who had always micromanaged his life down to the most excruciating detail. But no sooner had he arrived and gotten set up in the guest house of the sprawling Lexington-Montgomery estate, was he collected by one of his fiance's older brothers, Theo, to whisk him off to some boring town event. Theo was a big, dumb Golden Retriever of a guy. He really was quite friendly, even kind of humble, really; maybe rubbing elbows with the riff-raff at public school made him like that. It made Julian wonder what he was in for with the rest of the Lexington-Montgomery clan, and if they'd all be this easy to deal with. He knew them all in passing but hadn't spent an extended amount of time with any of them. All he knew was that his future bride had a ton of older brothers, and they all guarded her closely.

On the drive to the pier, Theo offered Julian a half-joking warning to watch himself, as none of the brothers really approved of their little sister being married off so young, and many of them probably wouldn't be as amiable as he was. It would require some finesse, not to mention a healthy dose of charisma and charm, to win over not only his bride-to-be but her six brothers, all harboring varying degrees of hostility toward him. Luckily, Julian had charisma and charm to spare.

Julian had already honed in on Madi before Theo even pointed her out to him. Standing by the starboard side of the vessel, the blonde was looking around nervously, linked arm in arm with a flexen-haired fellow that he recognized as Freddie Lexington-Montgomery. Yet another goddamn brother, and he didn't look happy as Theo approached with Jules in tow. Julian supposed though, despite the obstacles, one couldn't score higher in an arranged marriage situation than Madeleine Elizabeth Alexandra Lexington-Montgomery. She was beautiful, well-educated, agreeable. Docile. The boy's father always told him that was important, and cited his own wife as the reason why you don't marry an opinionated woman, lest you make your life difficult for no reason.

"Hi, Madi." Once in front of his fiancé, Jules offered the blonde his most charming grin, taking note of how straight and white her teeth were as she smiled back. That was true perfection. Impeccable genetics. Their children will be spectacular.

His blue eyes flitted over to Freddie, thrusting his hand out in a quick but firm shake. "Hey, man. Thanks for hanging out today." As Freddie took his leave from his loyal spot at Madi's side, Julian quickly sidled up to fill it. He wanted nothing more than shoo the brothers away to get to know his future bride in peace, but he knew being rude would get him nowhere. Luckily, Theo seemed to read his mind and dragged his younger brother off, settling nearby to keep a watchful eye on the young couple.

Julian ran a hand through his golden brown hair, deciding the move made him seem just nervous enough to look endearing without coming off as weak. "Sooo, is this as weird for you as it is for me?" He chuckled, mentally praising himself for nailing the winsome, humble delivery he'd obsessively practiced back home.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Wistful

OUTFIT: Summertime

LOCATION: Anchor Bay

basics

MENTIONS:
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.

"Thank you, Nolan." Said Eileen as they broke away from the topic of family and adult life to go get a plate of sandwiches and enjoy the night on the deck. "It's been a while since I've had a break. This has been..." She paused, trying to find the right word. Something not too sweet and not too clingy, but just the right amount of honest. "...Fun."
Ouch. Not her greatest choice. Fun? What kind of cringy young college girl said that?
Was Eileen really letting this man throw her off her rhythm?

How long had it been since she'd had this kind of feeling? Alistair was handsome and all, and they had their good times, and besides, there had been... other men... but nothing like this. Never like this. Jared Dreyfuss certainly never made her feel this way.

"Have you ever seen Titanic?" Asked Nolan. Eileen nodded, of course. She had been 21 when that movie came out in theatres... of course she had seen it, when she was still young and free and could find deep meaning in a schmaltzy love story. Before Jared, before her children, before abandonment and resentment and bitterness took over that part of her life.
So naturally, she knew exactly where this was going as they walked out onto the deck. He was going to ask her to do the silly flying thing. Oh, my... were men these days still this sappy? Well, she'd hear him out.
Because Nolan was captivating enough for her to want to entertain his little fantasies for a little while.

"My little sister used to be obsessed with Titanic," Nolan explained, Eileen beside him listening intently. "The scene where Jack holds Rose, she saw it as freedom, not a romantic gesture. And if she'd written the movie, she'd made Rose do it all herself then take a step off to fly. Granted, she was seven, but still. That's how I've always seen it."
Freedom, not romance.
Interesting.
She may be disillusioned by now with romance, with the idea of finding the one and skipping off into a happily-ever-after, but freedom? As unattainable as it felt to her now, she still believed in it. It was still real to her. Deeply, almost painfully real.
Beguiled, Eileen returned his dreamy grin. Oh, what could it hurt?
She stepped forward to the bow of the ship to join him, facing out over the still harbor, and let him take her by the waist. And even though the boat was docked, the wind gently brushed her face and tousled her hair... and for a moment, at long last, she did feel free. Like the weight of the life she'd been dealt was lifted off her shoulders, and she was able to make choices that defied the rules of her world.
To take a step off the Titanic and fly, so to speak.

And even if she had to get back on the sinking ship tomorrow and do it all over again, tonight it was too irresistible to escape.

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 smirked at Lemon, who had peacefully fallen asleep curled up next to him. She hadn’t made it far into the movie, but Reid didn’t mind. It was just nice to feel comfortably around her again.

It wasn’t long before Reid followed suit, he hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He was planning to wait up for her parents to come home, and head out immediately.

But his eyes had begun to grow heavy, and he convinced himself that it wouldn’t hurt to close his eyes for just a moment. He would hear the door open and would be meeting Blanche and Mr. Pierce at the door. Only five minutes.

He leaned his head back against the couch, letting himself drift into sleep.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!”

Reid was woken abruptly, to find himself tucked behind Lemon, his arm draped across her waist. It didn’t take Reid long to leap up and off the couch, accidently tossing Fifi halfway across the room in his own fright. “I am so sorry Ab-Mr.-Sir” Reid stumbled across his words as he shoved his sneakers over his feet once again.

Reid was not afraid of many people, but Mr. Pierce was the exception to that. And reasonably so, Reid heard stories from Orlando growing up about Mr. Pierce putting people in the ground after killing them with his look. Though, Reid wasn’t too sure he believed him at one point, but after tonight, and Mr. Pierce catching Reid with his only daughter. He was convinced that those stories Orlando told had been true.

Because Reid knew, that if Blanche had not been there, they would have found some freshly overturned dirt in the backyard surely.

Reid didn’t know what to say, he was scared speechless as Lemon did all the talking. “Yes Sir.” He managed to get out as he took off out the front door. Making sure as to not slam the door behind him as he did not want the man chasing after him.
Reid could not have gotten home faster. For one, he wanted to get as far away from the Pierce’s home as he could.

And more importantly.

Two.

He had to tell his mom. Before Blanche broke the news to her. The last thing Reid needed to walk into the house to find was his mom berating him for not telling her…

Reid sighed heavily as he reached for the doorknob of his home. Turning it slowly, he stepped through the threshold to find his mother standing in the doorway.

“Is Lemon okay?” Jen raised her eyebrows, her arms crossed. “She sent some concerning messages to me and Blanche. And I’m just wondering. If you had any idea why.”

“I’m not doing this. Don’t beat around the bush mom. Did Aunt Blanche already tell you.” Reid spoke with a harsher tone than he had meant to.

“Maybe. But why don’t you tell me, just so I have the story straight.” Jennifer began to tap her foot against their wooden floor.

“Fine. We’re dating.”

Reid turned to walk up the stairs towards his bedroom. “Is that what you wanted.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” Jennifer said, sounding rather satisfied with herself. “Glad you made it out of the house before Abe killed you.” Jennifer began laughing to herself. “I do happen to enjoy having you around you know, you’ll have to get better at running if you’re going to date that girl.” Jennifer turned on her heel and headed back towards her bedroom that was off the kitchen.

“Finally.” She sighed to herself as she lifted her red wine glass off the counter, swirling it around before lifting it to her lips and taking a sip. This was definitely worth leaving the party early.

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Smitten

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Coffe Shop --> Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:

Josephine tamarapasek

tags

TL;DR: Alexei works, then goes to the fancy boat party with Jo

tl;dr

Alexei Milyukov

Hold my heart, it's beating for you anyway

"Oh, now all of a sudden you're a princess?" Alexei teased, shaking his head with a chuckle at Jo's pouty face. He found it so adorable, he couldn't resist covering her cheeks and nose with a series if kisses before placing her back on her feet. "Actually, that was Eddie who got to see you dance, not me." He remarked with a little feigned pout of his own. Referring of course to the Independence Day party, where he pretended to be her nerdy prom date so the couple could replicate the school dance experience that Jo had missed during her years of homeschooling.

Alexei, after returning from a successful trip scouting for the bar, was juggling a cocktail in each hand and a bottle of water in the crook of his arm. He found Josephine where he'd left her standing near a small table by the side of the vessel, glad to put the drinks down before something spilled.

"You gotta try one of these things," Alexei chattered blithely, not yet registering the look of anger etched across her features. "This is lethal, they just taste like fruit punch. You can't even taste the booze," He added before taking another sip from his glass of some signature cocktail the event was serving.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked after gulping down the sweet elixir, finally taking notice of how aggrevated Josephine was. Actually, it was more like livid; Alexei had never seen her look so angry.

code by valen t.

 

[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Down, but trying to pick herself back up

OUTFIT: LOOK AT ME

LOCATION: Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:

Ivy Chimney Swift

Ashley tamarapasek

Claire

tags

TL;DR: Tabs tries out a new lewk

tl;dr

Tabitha Carter

I wanna do the things that you only read about

Tabitha burst out laughing at the freshman's dramatics over the silicon padding that Claire had been bandying about, giggling more as the older girl feigned annoyance and snatched the thing out of Ivy's reach. "Bitch, I need this! Mama hasn't found a handsome gent to go home with yet," Claire joked, shoving the enhancement back into her bra. This was fun, although it was shocking to Tabitha how the group of mean girls hadn't just insulted her and moved on. They seemed to actually enjoy her bitchy comebacks and she felt welcomed into their weird little fold, at least for the evening. To say Tabs was pleasantly suprised would be an understatement.

Tabitha's stormy grey eyes widened at the sight of the vodka flask Claire produced from under her skirt, but obediently offered her empty champagne glass. She sipped the straight liquor cautiously, unsure of what to expect of the taste. Despite the casual air the brunette was trying to put on amidst this group of obviously seasoned drinkers, she couldn't keep from grimacing as the alcohol burned its way down her throat, pressing a hand against her lips to stop herself gagging. "No no no..." She choked with a laugh as Claire started filling up her flute with another two fingers of vodka as soon as Tabs had drained it.

With a shudder, she tossed back the rest of her vodka before breaking into an amused grin as the girls huddled up to hear Ivy's idea. "Oh my god, you wanna..." She laughed, trailing off so not to announce the plan to anyone that might be listening nearby. "Okay, let's do it," Tabitha chirped, thrusting her palm down in the middle of the huddle to join the other three hands in solidarity.

code by valen t.

 

[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

Looking at Dustin only made her chest hurt more and it was taking everything in her not to completely break apart. Maybe it wasn't the best to break up with him at such an event, nobody was really paying attention but Winona felt exposed. And she felt like the worst person on the planet. But Winona wanted him to only look at her with that look. The look that meant she was the only one important, that she was his world. But Winnie wasn't the only one and looking at him reminded of her of that, she couldn't hurt herself like that anymore.

You didn't do anything bad, you're a great boyfriend Dusty. I–

She takes a deep breath, his hands on her acting as solace and as a distress. She didn't want to leave him. She wanted to stay. Winnie wanted that devastating look to disappear off his face and she wanted him to be the Dustin that she fell in love with.

When he pulls her into a hug, she immediately falls into his arms, but it's too late. It's too late for her to say take those words back. Too late for them to be okay. Too late for his I love you, to rescue Dustin and Winona. She pulls herself away from him when he finally tells her and she didn't think it possible, but her heart broke into more pieces and she almost hated him for hit. But she couldn't hate Dustin Thackery, she loved him too. But if she said that, she'd find no reason to leave him and she wasn't sure on whether or not she wanted to confront him about his feelings for his best friend. But that'd be unfair and so she cuts herself short. Dustin, I lo–

I just don't think we're on the same level of investment for this relationship. We have different priorities and I think we'd be more devastated if we strung this along for when we have to leave. I'm sorry Dustin. Even though he had tried to wipe his face of any evidence of his heartbreak, tears still continued to travel down his face. She wipes them from his face, gently, lingering on his soft cheeks as their dampness transfers onto her thumbs. She wanted to touch him for what will probably be the last time in forever. And the opportunity serves itself and she kisses him, hard, because her favorite thing to do would be unavailable to her the second she opened her eyes and untangled herself from him. The dancer relishes in it, gripping his face with a force of sadness that could match that of a mourner. Well she was in mourning, she was losing a love that proved that she could be loved in a good way.

Oh, she wanted to take it back. But when her eyes opened and she stepped away, the space between them only got larger and larger. I'm sorry, she whispers one more time before turning around and walking away.

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[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Playful

OUTFIT:

https://i.ibb.co/wrfy5fP/78e90ce5aed0b48d4c7dd6b2fdb31b82.jpg

LOCATION: Anchor Bay, Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:
Chimney Swift

INT:
Qwertycakes
ALittleRedLie


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tags

TL;DR The gremlins discuss the possibility of Ashley hoe-ing it out

tl;dr

Ashley Park

I can feel us slip away, you're almost gone

Ashley could only mumble in agreement, halfheartedly putting her hand in the circle. She tried to muster up some enthusiasm, but her mind kep going back to the text she received from Dustin, and with a sigh she took her hand out. She couldn’t do whatever shenanigans they’d agreed upon now. Not when her best friend had been dumped for no good reason. And certainly not if Vinnie ran the risk of swooping in at any moment.

“Dude my dad queefed somewhere here, I gotta find him and take some pics.” Was her lame excuse, as she began inching away from the group, putting on the hideous white cardigan. It was sorta breezy anyway, and it would hopefully bring a chuckle to her friend’s face.

She walked away, her eyes scanning every person on this boat. Where was he? Where was that fucking mophead with the shaggy hair and light orange nails she‘d meticulously painted? Why did she spend days wishing she wouldn’t see him again and then feeling shortof breath when she didn’t see him within the minute?

Finally, she sighed spotting the solemn blonde pouting somewhere, his eyes searching for someone too. “Hey dumbass.” She grinned, walking over to him and slinging an arm around his shoulders. “You can laugh at the outfit, seriously it looks dumb, and it might make you feel better. Cause I swear to fuck you’re gonna feel better by the time this is over. Or crash on my couch and hate me for the hangover tomorrow, either way I’ll have fun and isn’t that who this is really about?” She teased him, chuckling as she guided him towards a more secluded spot on the boat. Or at least as secluded as a spot can be on a townwide party. Snatching a couple glasses off a distracted waiter, she handed one to Dustin.

“It does basically nothing but it tastes kinda nice, and if you drink enough you’ll probably get wasted.” She frowned, unhappy they weren’t serving more fun alcohol at this party. She should’ve snuck in a flask like Malkobitch. If she had she’d have given it all to Dustin right about now. “So…….how you feeling?” Having gotten the gist of the story in the dms, she cringed for the poor soul who had gotten…….dumped for being not invested enough? What a bitch move from Winnie. Making her Dustin all sad and mopey with her mixed signals. “Do you wanna talk about it or should we not?”

She was absolutely not an expert at these kinds of conversations nor should she ever be considered one. Regardless she’d learn. For her friend. Specifically for Dustin.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Excited

OUTFIT: Hat Theft Awaits

LOCATION: Yacht Party

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Ashley tamarapasek
Tabitha Qwertycakes
Claire Qwertycakes

tags

TL;DR Ivy, her gremlin best friend, a drunk sad girl, and a hoe all get on a boat.

tl;dr

Ivy Dawkins

Don't threaten me with a good time

Just as Ivy was about to kick off their quest to seize the helm of the ship, Ashley withdrew her hand from the huddle and excused herself to go find her father. Apparently that old fart was still off making an embarrassment of himself after the failed proposal. We're people just supposed to drop dead of mortification after something like that? What the hell was he doing still walking around drinking, wondered Ivy...
Parents. Always ruining everything.
Ivy rolled her eyes and huffed out a sharp sigh. "You're dismissed, bestie. Make the man cry for me."

They'd have to do this without Ashley. Ivy would never admit to how much that stung. In the time they'd known each other, they'd become inseparable partners in crime. One was rarely seen without the other, especially in the dark cesspools of Twitter. So now, at the pinnacle of their summer shenanigans, it felt like a deep injustice to be losing that moment to John Park's incompetence.

Well, Ivy had already made plans to do this again with Chance, hadn't she? It wasn't that bad, she reconciled. They could all get together and steal even more boats. And besides, she still had Claire and Tabitha onboard their little mutiny adventure plan. A little setback like this wasn't about to ruin the excitement.
Maybe, if all went well and they made good headway across the harbor, Ivy would go find her friend again when it was time to steal Mrs. Kowalski's prized flamingo hat. That was a revenge mission that was just as much Ashley's as Ivy's and there was no way that the latter was about to do that without her friend to bask in the shared glory.

To the two remaining girls, Ivy gave a devilish grin and eagerly beckoned for them to follow. "Let's go, bitches!" And off they scampered, up the stairs of the deck. Since the boat wasn't supposed to go anywhere tonight, the steering equipment would be unsupervised. As long as no one saw Ivy and her two gremlin accomplices bursting into the door of the captain's chamber, they'd get away scot-free.

That is, if Ivy could figure out how to get this old thing moving. She didn't really know what she was expecting. Some old-timey wooden steering wheel? Well, it wasn't that, but Ivy was nothing if not tenacious. In no time she was fiddling around with the controls, trying to figure out how to get the boat sailing. "Avast! Someone help me out with this shit!" She yelled back to the cheer captain and the drunk girl, waving at them as though they were a mile away. "This thing's not gonna sail itself."

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: jealous; worried

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

I've been working nonstop, so I understand the importance of needing a break. The reason he needs a break hangs in the air, Nolan didn't need to be overworking himself at the firestation but lately being at home hurt. He was hoping that maybe things would get better; he was hoping this even when he was standing right next to this woman he happened to connect with.

Nolan could feel Eileen relax against him, and he let the air wisp around them for just a second, a second of peace. A second where he wasn't Nolan Marriott, just a man being cheesy for a woman that seemed like she needed it. I'm glad you had fun though, he starts, turning her in his arms so that they looked at each other. And there was a pause, a slight moment where there was tension tingling between them and if the universe let them, he would've step closer and kissed her. But the universe had other plans, because his phone chimed. Maybe another time.

Just a moment. He squeezes her waist slightly, before stepping away to pull out his phone. It was a text from Chance, regarding Isa who had been missing for a few days. Nolan had seen Isa as a daughter for years, ever since he had married into the Matthews family. He had seen her grow up and has gotten her out of predicaments alongside his wife, it was only fitting the the two of them adopt her. If only they had done it sooner. He had to find his wife and they had to get Isa, that's what families did. He turns back to Eileen. I'm sorry, but I have to cut our evening short. Family emergency, I have to get Olivia.

He doesn't step away without her, instead he tucks her hand into the crook of his own, leading her away from their temporary haven. They weave through the crowded room again, but he's hunched into her as if to keep some sort of blanket of privacy as they continued to converse, he says a joke that elicits a soft chuckle from her throat, the grin on her face making her look beautiful. But ultimately, it doesn't take long for Nolan to find his wife. He sees her throw the small, round window of a door leading out to a balcony. She is dancing with Alistair. Nolan leaves Eileen a few steps behind him as he opens the door to interrupt the scene between his wife and the other man.

Hey baby, we gotta go.

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: possibly buzzed

OUTFIT:

LOCATION: Harbor

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Astraea Dupante

there are so many beautiful reasons to be happy....

“It’s really no problem.” She interlocked her fingers in front of her to keep her from playing with herr hands too much. Astraea was glad she had run into a friendly face… Though her friends did not like her to talk to strangers. But she wasn’t a kid!

Wait… Friends… Carson. Ugh the reminder of everything that had happened in the past twenty minutes came flooding back. Carson’s soft lips against hers, how slow the moment had been, but yet it moved so quickly. One minute she was kissing Carson and the next she was off the boat and debating every moment of her entire life.

She zoned back in once Rhys had struck out his hand at her. Astraea jumped ever so slightly, not because she was afraid, only she had been stuck in her own head she didn’t even realize that she had still be in the middle of a conversation. She hoped that her jump wasn’t too noticeable. “Hi Rhys!” She smiled kindly as she returned his outstretched hand with her own. “Astraea, its nice to meet you.”

As she pulled her hand away, she realized her balance was just getting worse overtime. “Yea… I-I’m okay.” She reached up to hold her head for a moment. “I think I need water.” Astraea almost pushed passed Rhys as she made her way for the door. “I did a stupid thing before I got here.” She mumbled to herself. “I’m… Going to go inside… I think my friend works here.”

Astraea opened the door, only to realize it wasn’t Jonah’s family’s bar, but another one on the opposite side of town. “Shit… Wrong one.”

She turned back to Rhys who stood outside the door. “Do you think they have water here?” She asked innocently. “And Nachos.” Her stomach grumbled at the thought of food, realizing she had forgotten to eat the entirety of the night.

code by valen t.

 

[OdinsTwoWolves]

MOOD: Tipsy

OUTFIT: Outfit

LOCATION: Harbor

basics

MENTIONS: Dazzle


INT: Dazzle

tags

TL;DR get this bitch water

tl;dr

Rhys Price

"Just come right on in and sit with the cool kids."

“Yeah, come on in… Sit with my friend and I, we’ll help get ya sobered up…” Rhys couldn’t get the stupid grin that was plastered on his face to go away, this girl was pretty strange but she seemed friendly enough and that was enough for him. He followed her through the open door and was met with loud music and the crush of human warmth that came with the bar. It was a nice feeling that made him feel welcome, he always liked meeting new people and this was a place to do that.

“You brought back a girl?! God damn man…” Daniel immediately started poking fun at him, Rhys had gone outside to get some air and maybe smoke a cigarette, but coming back with a girl was not at all part of the plan.

“Stop it and be nice, she’s the one who ran into me Danny.” Rhys grinned over at the red head, he had placed a hand lightly on the small of Astraea’s back to lead her through the group of people to their little high rise table in the corner. “Here, sit with him… I’ll go find you some water.” He gave her a nudge and scooted a chair out beside Daniel before he wandered over to the bar with quick strides.

“Come on, I don’t bite…” Daniel smiled, it was a genuine friendly smile that stretched up to his eyes, making them gleam in the lowlights of the bar. “Where were you at? You’re dressed to the nines and look like you’re ready to kill.”

Rhys came back, setting down a heavy glass of ice water with a straw in front of Astraea before clambering into his seat, “There’s some nachos coming for you, I hope you like pulled pork cause that’s on top of them, but they’re pretty damn good.”

code by valen t.

 

[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: frustrated; conflicted; hurt; jealous; concerned

OUTFIT

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:
Chimney Swift (Eileen)

@me (Nolan)

Elf_Ruler (Logan)

INT:
purplecowdutch (Alistair)

tags

TL;DR

What's it like being in love with two people?

tl;dr

Liv Matthews

pour yourself a glass, you deserve it

Alistair sometimes had a way with words. And sometimes they had Liv thinking about all these possibilities that shouldn't be possible. If they had met before she and Nolan did. If he had been in Anchor Bay when her father had died. Would they be married now? Or would the absence of a chase not be enough for him? Did Alistair really understand what he was feeling? Did Olivia?

She didn't want to think these things while he was holding her so gently. She can't help but fall for him as he looks at her like that. And he caresses her cheek like that. And he makes her feel like that.

Liv and Alistair's lips only meet for a second, barely allowing for a spark to travel between them, when they are interrupted. Her husband's voice cuts through them and she softly pulls herself away from Alistair, missing out on sharing a kiss in public. Hey baby, we gotta go. She softly smiles at Alistair and takes a step back, the growing space between them a little saddening.

It's easy for her to turn back to Nolan, his sight calming her heart and effortlessly pulling her towards him. The designer momentarily spots Eileen behind her husband, twiddling her thumbs as she watched the Marriotts. It takes everything in Liv not to roll her eyes. Did Chance find Isa? The nod of the brunette's head causes for a relief to spread throughout her body. That girl was gonna hear it from Liv. The married couple look at each other, with only admiration and concern; and like how they decided on a truce, they decided that they have to go save the family they just started building together. I'll meet you inside, okay. Nolan softly squeezes her arm, a gesture of love, before he steps back inside and resumes talking to Eileen.

Alistair, I'll see you later, okay? Just gotta go deal with something. Olivia doesn't think he deserves her just leaving so she walks back towards him and envelopes him in a hug, planting a quick peck on his lips. Not what he was probably hoping for their first public kiss, but it'd have to do for now. She walks away, leaving him for the night.

code by valen t.

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Carson Hughes

It felt as if everything was euphoric for a split second as Carson was dancing with Astraea, their bodies close and Carson was having a good time. All of a sudden, she felt lips on hers and she without thought kissed back until she felt Astraea pull away. The look of fear on Astraea’s face sober her up and before Carson could even get words out her friend was gone. Carson was stunned for a moment still trying to process exactly why Astraea was scared, it wasn’t like. Carson had cared. It was a kiss and it didn’t mean anything, well at least she didn’t think it did. As the realization that her friend had in fact ditched her she made her way off the boat, her shoes in hand.

Of course, this led to a discourse of Jonah wanting to walk with her as if she couldn’t handle herself. Her shoes were weapon enough if someone tried to attack her. Her heart ached at the thought that she was the reason that Astraea was hurt but she didn’t want to force her into talking with her. Carson wanted her to have space, though she also wanted to reassure her friend that she wasn’t upset about a kiss. It was nice but Carson didn’t get any romantic feelings from it. They were drunk and it was nothing more than a drunken kiss.

After what felt like forever Jonah had joined Carson on her walk to the bar, she had given the boy her shoes to carry as she twirled along the sidewalk, distracting herself from the sadness that plagued her, from the anger that seemed to plague her. She wanted Jonah to join but she knew he wouldn’t so she continued on her merry way, singing random songs completely off key because she could. For her it was something fun to do and it wasn’t like she really liked to actually sing in front of people. Even Jonah.

The bar was basically empty by the time she had arrived and there sat the piano and she looked to her favorite bartender and with not much convincing she got Jonah to play for her. She ate her soup and grilled cheese while he played and once she had finished her food, she let herself serenade him. Not that the words really made sense, but she was having fun laughing and singing to him. It was nice to have a friend that she could tease and know that he didn’t think she wanted him. The thought that so many others had of her. That she only wanted to screw her friends but not actually have them. Sure, she knew she was a flirt but she also loved having friends. This moment was one she hoped would last as long as it could. It felt good to joke around and have fun. To not have the worries of her life on her shoulders for a split second. To not feel sad about a breakup, an ex, coming back in her life, a jerk telling her she deserved everything that happened. This moment with her friend playing piano and letting her sing terribly was all she needed to get through the night until she could get to her final destination of Thad.

Mention(s): Dazzle ALittleRedLie Interaction(s):

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Logan Barlowe

How could Logan begin to describe her feelings, her problems? Sure, she had gotten Drew into the bathroom and she had gotten her way this time as their bodies had been pressed together, as the anger and hurt rolled off of each other, but it didn’t have the same release it used to have. Nothing they did had the same release and as he left her, alone, no moments of the happiness it used to give them to do something like this in a public space. The love they once had seemed to have died when the drugs had taken Drew. Nothing had been the same and as much as Logan forced it, she could tell. She saw it in his texts to other girls, in the way he treated her and how he told her she was overreacting to everything. She stood in the bathroom reapplying her makeup and smoothing her dress as she tried to keep the tears of pain from falling. How could it be like this? How could they be in such a place where all that was left was anger and hurt. She missed the love; she missed the man she had once known. She missed herself and all that she had in place was something she hated. Something he had turned her into.

When she stepped out, she noticed he had left her alone, he hadn’t waited and she didn’t wish to look for him. She left him a message and left the boat. She was still sober and so she took the car. If he wanted to leave her stranded then he could figure out how to get home. She had thought about the bar, but really all she wanted was her bed. She wanted to destroy everything of Drew and yet she knew she couldn’t.

As she parked the car in the driveway and entered the house, she had no want to even turn on the lights. She slid out of her dress leaving it in the hallway and grabbing a shirt that was in Drews stuff and pulling it on over her. It smelled like him, like home, like the memories they once had.

The house was silent, it was empty, it felt like how she felt. Without love it was a place to stay and at one point when it was filled with love it was a home. Now, she didn’t know where home was. She had screwed up; she hadn’t been sober and she had done something she shouldn’t have. This was her fault. She wanted to fix it, and for Drew she was going to fix it. No more Alistair in her life. He wasn’t good for her anyways. She needed Drew without him she didn’t know how to exist, how to breathe, how to function. He was part of her and she couldn’t remove him without completely destroying herself.

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

 

[Myling]

scroll

the activist

Dylan.

mood

amused, annoyed

outfit

outfit Hat

location

The Lowes home

interactions

Vinnie, soon Jenny too

tags

Qwertycakes purplecowdutch

Dylan was slowly but surely turning into a third wheel, or at least he felt so.

He couldn’t help but feel anger, when Vinnie kept touching Jenny. The girl had picked the wrong Lowes. It should have been him and not Vinnie! His brother had even known about his little crush on Jenny but he still had to go and make her his own.

But that wouldn’t last for too long, Dylan was sure. Vinnie had a habit of ruining his relationships. He was a jerk and not a hidden one. He would drop the gentleman like acting sooner or later, Dylan hoped for sooner. But would he still want Jenny for himself after she had been with Vinnie? Dylan didn’t know the answer for that yet.

But what he knew was the fact he wanted her now. He just needed to figure out first how to ruin their date, tagging along didn’t seem to do it. No matter his tryings and hopes. They were just as lovey dovey as they would have been alone. Besides, Dylan was sure Vinnie was showing off, kissing and touching Jenny even more than normally.

Dylan knew he should have been happy for his friend. But he just couldn’t do that, no matter how hard he tried. Well.. he didn’t try at all to understand Jennys interest in Vinnie or be supportive about their relationship but that didn’t matter… Because; a) Jenny belonged to him c) Vinnie was a jerk b) did he already state in his mind that the girl belonged to him?

Since the car ride Dylan had been silent, all lost in his thoughts. He would need to figure out something to ruin the date. And it better happen fast. He was bringed back to earth when Vinnie started talking about alcohol. Apparently Dylan would only get alcohol if he first got lost. Luckily he wasn’t into drinking because that for sure wouldn’t happen. “You wish.” Dylan said as he kept wishing for something to ruin the date between his friend and brother.

If Dylan was religious, he would have thanked god for hearing his wishes. Because the thing, or rather a person, to ruin the date was finally here. Ronan fucking Chanthara asking if Vinnie could get some alcohol for him too. Dylan wasn’t exactly friends with Ronan, but he knew him from ballet. Ronan was openly gay, or bi Dylan didn’t either care or remember, and the best thing about him was how into Vinnie he was. Always flirting to him and making him uncomfortable. Dylan just loved that!

“Look at Jenny and Vinnie being cute! But isn’t he a big meanie to leave you for her?” Dylan tried to encourage Ronan to hit on Vinnie, as the devilish grin quickly passed on his lips. He shouldn’t show that or any other negative sides of him to anyone. Vinnie knowing his true nature was enough.

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[Myling]

scroll

ballet boy

Ronan.

mood

sad, ready to get drunk

outfit

simple yet fancy

location

Car > boat regatta

interactions

Jenny and Lowes bros

tags

Qwertycakes purplecowdutch

"Fuck him. I will have fun somehow"

Ronan mumbled at himself as he put his phone away. The dm convo he and Jesse just had, wasn’t pretty. Ronan made a joke about being all alone on the boat regatta and asked Jesse what he would be doing about it. Well… Jesse’s answer was that he was bringing a girl there.

Not just any girl but Sunny Anand. The girl who acted like his girlfriend but still kept getting it from other guys. Ronan on the other hand would get beaten up if he did something similar. Oh why couldn't he be born as a girl? Perhaps Jesse would act kinder towards him if he hand grew a pair of boobies in one night.

Ronan was still sad but he couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought as he got into the boat. He really needed some company.. and possibly alcohol. He couldn’t be alone when Jesse was doing who knows what to someone else than him. It made Ronan both sad, anxious and rageful. The thought of Jesse loving someone else more than him made his heart ache.

But didn’t he always come back to Ro? That must mean something. Whatever. He wouldn't think about this anymore. If Jesse was having fun, so would he. He just needed to figure out how to do that. And that’s when he saw a small group of familiar faces getting themselves to the regatta. His friend Jenny with her boyfriend and.. boyfriend’s brother? Ronan wondered why Dylan was being a third wheel, not that it mattered too much to him.

Vinnie was just stating how Dylan would only get alcohol if he got lost.. aha. SO that was the younger boy’s reason. Apparently there was something in common between Ronan and DYlan, something other than ballet. They both liked annoying poor Vinnie in their own ways. Well maybe poor was the wrong choice of wording.

Vinnie acted like a jerk most of the time and if someone acted like one towards him it wasn’t a big deal. So Ronan walked towards the trio. “Hii Jenny and the LOwes bros. You all look wonderful.” Ro greeted the group. “Also… Did I just hear the word alcohol?” Ronan asked with a faked cheerful tone.

“I just got dumped over a girl. I really need some alcohol. Will you help me with that?” Ronan made his best puppy eyed look, the one that sometimes saved him from Jesse’s beatings. “Pretty please?” Ronan then looked at Dylan who had talked to him.

He saw where this was going and normally he would have taken the hint and started bothering Vinnie but he really didn’t feel like it now. Besides his friend Jenny was dating Vinnie now, how would she feel if Ronan flirted at her boyfriend, even if it was just a joke.

“Yees. I’m heart broken. First Vinnie starts dating my friend and then I get dumped by another guy. I guess I’m just not as cute as Jenny.” Or Sunny, Ronan added in his mind.

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[lion.]

MOOD: bros living the best life

OUTFIT: -

LOCATION: Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Dazzle

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Zachary Lee

Surf's up.

“Dressing up for? I thought it was obvious, Anderson,” Zach joked with a playful chime of scorn.

“If it wasn’t,” he flirted, meridian sunbeamed eyelashes batting to a wink, “Should I walk past you again?”

His mouth was relaxed, and his confidence was ever radiant, curating words on his tongue as he looked at her in a sidelong fashion. Stealing the attention from everyone else, Harper Anderson was someone who he had looked past for all those years. Zachary Lee’s gaze didn’t quite match her circular storied browns, but he went down every inch of her with an an unleashing consumption of:

Mine.

In his heart, he felt an unlikely languorous stop of his heartbeat.

He went in for the embrasure of her cupid waist-

But, she had taken a backwards step instead.

Not here, Zach.

Her lips had moved with seriousness this time and to his unwanting, his vagrant senses came back to him. He finally endorsed the way she told him off, his hands stopping short and wringing back down. He had amused himself in thinking he could’ve been more than a secret tonight.

It seemed to Zachary Lee that he would always be a secret in everyone’s life. In Anchor Bay, Zachary Lee was only going to stay as a photobooth figure at threshing-parties where doing drugs came as easy as pop rocks, and alcohol was all-powerful, and where it was luck or regret to have swarthily kissed and slept with such a man.

“Do you have other plans for me?” schemed Zach, “The tie does loosen and these buttons are weak-” To prove his point, his hands went up to his shirt buttons, prodding one and unhooking it.

“Okay, fine,” he said, conquering a devilish smile in his mouth, when he saw her reaction, “I get it, Anderson. Let’s get going.”

They got under way after he threw more flirts at her, something with how she was being unfair to the world by holding the world’s hottest man to ransom and other complete laughable nonsense. They went afield to somewhere in the boat where there was no local interest, hand crushing hers and hers pushing back every inch into the lines of his palms.

The air was damp here, and it was ever darker than the dance floor. Still, a distance away, the lighthouse was still a star and the music still spilled through outlets of murmured vibrations and speakers.

He cleared his throat and offered out his hand.

“I want a dance,” he modernly demanded, turning his head when he felt his face too warm, “With you.”

He couldn’t wait for her answer.

A masterful dancer made from cocky middle school dances, Zach pirouetted her once out of surprise.

The floor was creaky here under their soulful shoes. They were outside the vault of where some waiters entered and others left. Dancing the dust out of the boards, her white dress billowed out, and like strings attached, he tugged her back when she was at the farthest unravel in her whirl. She stumbled into the expanse of his chest, and in a rush for the adventure of entertaining romance, he plummeted her into a deepening slant, his arms inseperably endearing around her waist.

“I changed my mind,” Zach hummed with a rogue grin, “I wasn’t asking you to dance. I’m telling you we’re gonna dance.”

code by valen t.

 

[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: nervous; upset; heartbroken

OUTFIT

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:
tamarapasek (Ashley)

Qwertycakes (Dustin)

purplecowdutch (Vincent)

INT:
Chimney Swift (Max)

tags

TL;DR
she's heartbroken and needs to get off the boat.

tl;dr

Winnie Matthews

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

Winona did not know where she was going. All she wanted to do was run off the damn boat and hide in her room. She was almost there, almost off the ship when she felt a slight lurch and she could see movement of the surroundings around her. The boat was moving.

Winnie heard rumors that someone would dare to do it, but she didn't think that'd they'd actually do it. She just wanted to get off, the boat wasn't large and if Dustin didn't get off before then she'd probably run into him. Maybe even back to him. She definitely didn't want to run into Ashley. And dear god, Vincent. Yes, she needed off.

Winnie retreats to her phone, hoping to find out if anyone was going to do anything about the boat just drifting alongside the harbor. She almost texts Dustin, out of habit, always looking for answers when it came to him. She couldn't do that anymore, and there was no one else that she really wanted to talk to on the boat. Well, there was Max, but as her eyes landed on the distance that was slowly growing between the edge of the cruiser and the dock, she knew he wasn't going to like her plan. But anything to get off and Max was the only friend that she felt comfortable bothering right now and Winona knew that her friend would want to get off. He was probably shitting his pants on twitter that very second, but the dancer would only have to trust her instincts as she was logged out. Harper seemed distracted lately and Faith was going through her own thing right now, Winnie could only do so much for her.

Winnie was able to sneak some food for her friend after enlisting her younger brother for help. Ellie was gonna have an expensive dry cleaning bill. Good thing she could afford it. Winnie ran after that because she again, didn't want to run into Dustin.

Fuck it, she was going to have to jump. After some weak and unsuccessful convincing in her text messages to Max, Winnie just decides to move the minute her eyes land on Max. Maybe Winnie wanted to feel something other than heartbreak or wanted to distract herself from the pain that was settling on her entire being, but she ran. Maneuvering between a few patrons, her steps only getting faster. When she is close enough, she slips her hand into Max's and pulls him along. She only sees his frightened and surprised face for a second before she quickly grabs him to where the bridge used to be, an opening now there in its place.

With enough momentum built and with a lot of faith in her friend, Winnie jumped with Max on her side.

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: Annoyed/Lusting/Excited/worried

OUTFIT: dress

LOCATION: The harbor

basics

MENTIONS:


Chimney Swift

INT:

lion.

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Harper Anderson

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

Harper couldn’t hold back a smile, she never expected for anyone to ever make her feel so special. She never expected for Zach to make her feel so special. “Maybe you should.” She shook her head back and forth slightly. Every part of her felt warm, she wanted to tell him all about her day. To tell him how much her heart hurt when her dad thought that she was Angela, her mom. She wished that she had her still. She was someone she knew that she could always go to.

She didn’t have that anymore…

And Zach…

Zach wouldn’t get it. He just wouldn’t be able to take it seriously.

And on cue, he proved her right.

Though her cheeks efficiently turned pink at his suggestive remark. Looking over her shoulder to avoid his piercing blue eyes that might convince her otherwise. Distracting her from any other thought that had been going through her head.

No Harper and Zach… Hadn’t yet. She was afraid that if they did, he would get exactly what he had wanted and that would be it.

Though… It was turning out to be much harder to avoid than she ever thought it would be. She liked Zach, and if she let herself admit it. She did really want to replace his hands at the collar with her own.

That is why she couldn’t look at him. Only turning her head back when he spoke again.

“Go?” Harper raised an eyebrow. “Go where?”

Harper took quick steps after Zach as he made his way throughout the crowds that were slowly thinning out. “You know I’m not here with you Zach… I told Max I was going to the bathroom; I’ve already been gone for too long.”

She caught up to his shoulder as the got to the stern of the boat. Tucking her head over his shoulder as he slowed his pace. The crew hadn’t put much effort into decorating the back half of the boat, but the light from the kitchen created a different kind of ambience. A different kind of beautiful.

Despite all the hustle from the servers coming and going, they were too busy to notice another two bodies. They were for all intents and purposes, alone… Delicately, Harper took his hand, gasping as he spun her almost off her feet stumbling into his chest.

Harper tilted her head up to look at Zach. “For once.” She said as she intertwined her fingers behind his neck. “I’ll let you lead.” His hands settled on her lower back and they swayed across the empty stern of the boat. Creating their own private dance floor.

Time felt as if it had frozen still as minutes upon minutes passed. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his beating of his heart. He had no idea how much she truly needed this tonight. “Thank you.” She whispered against his chest, she wasn’t sure if she had even been loud enough for him to hear her. It didn’t matter anyways.

Reaching to his hand that was clasped against her lower back, she intertwined her fingers in his. “I really should get back to Max…” She said drawing circles on the back of his hand with her thumb. She wasn’t ready to leave him. If only she hadn’t wanted to keep this a secret, they could all be at the party together. But here she was. Keeping things from those closest to her. It had become rather a bad habit of hers.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Zach some how was accomplishing a rather convincing pout, along with rolling his eyes. “Zach…” She trailed off. “I can’t…” She looked at her phone, Max hadn’t messaged her yet. Maybe they had a little more time.

“Okay.”

“Let’s grab some dessert off the pier, but then I have to go back.” Harper stated as she started to walk backwards, facing Zach as she dragged him towards her. Heading back towards the bridges that lead them off the boat.

As Harper and Zach finally stepped off the last bit of the bridge a big splash sounded from behind them, splashing up tons of ocean water, efficiently soaking the two of them. “What the hell?!” Harper turned around, not knowing what to expect, but she did not expect to see the boat floating away from the harbor. “Oh my god!”

“Max!”

“Oh my god!? He's going to think I completely ditched him!"

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: stunned

OUTFIT: xxx

LOCATION: Yacht Party

basics

MENTIONS:
Harper Dazzle

INT:
Winona ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR
Max and Winona jump off a boat.

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Five minutes is a long bathroom trip, thought Max, still standing off in the corner by the bar watching Harper’s drink. There were a lot of people on the boat though, so it wasn’t unreasonable to assume that the ladies’ room got a bit busy. Harper would be back any minute, and then they could get back to their conversation. Harper had said she wanted to dance… and hey, Max wasn’t the best dancer, but with Harper, just to spend the night with her…

After ten minutes, though, he started to get worried. Harper still wasn’t back, even though her champagne still sat half-empty on the bar table next to him, the bubbles in it foaming lightly. Max fidgeted with his sleeve cuffs, patiently standing aside by himself and waiting for her return. This was taking too long.
What if she didn’t come back?
She couldn’t have just left. But deep down, Max couldn’t even find it in himself to blame her if she had. But she wouldn’t, would she?
Harper was one of his oldest and closest friends. She wouldn’t just leave and not tell him anything. She wouldn’t do that.
But still, the thought of it plagued him.

You were boring her.
She doesn’t want to be your tutor. Why did you bring that up?
You’re a real chore to spend time with, Max.
You suck the fun out of everything.

Max bit into his lower lip, feeling the blood rise to his face and his heart pounding in his hollow chest.

Maybe she’s not okay.
Send her a text. Check up on her.
No, don’t send her a text. Don’t annoy her.
Send her a fucking text. Make sure she’s safe. What if she’s not safe?!

Swallowing the hesitation, Max typed out a message for Harper and hit send.

Hey Harper, are you alright? You went to the bathroom like... a lot of minutes ago. I'm a little worried.
Did something happen?
…Let me know if you need me to come find you.
​

He waited for her to respond, but nothing came. Not for several minutes.
Before he knew it, twenty minutes had passed with no sign of Harper. Someone whispered something to the bartender, who slid a glass of water Max’s way with an apologetic look. Whatever he said, Max of course didn’t hear, Max blushed and waved back before realizing how awkward he looked doing that, not knowing what to say to someone he couldn’t communicate readily with. Cringing, he dropped his hands back to his side and turned away to stare at Harper’s glass, its owner still missing.

Max stayed right where Harper left him, eyes only leaving her half-drunk glass of champagne to check his phone for updates that didn’t come. He hadn't felt this alone in a room full of people in such a long time. There was no one he could even go up to and ask if they'd seen Harper, and she still hadn't answered his message. If he wasn't committed to watching her drink, he'd have considered going home. He couldn't just stand here alone all night, watching everyone else enjoy themselves. He'd rather just go be alone in private in that case. Less embarrassing.

Max’s eyes flicked over to Harper’s half-empty champagne flute. The surface of the pale liquid in it quivered, splashing at the sides of the glass. He caught the subtle motion and froze, his eyebrows raising. Something didn't feel right.
Then the boat lurched and Max's stomach twisted along with it.
Oh no.
Instantly, a wave of commotion ran through the people on the ship, Max watching their heads turn and lips move as he tried to process what was going on.
Did the boat just move!? Why did it feel like it was moving?
Max didn't feel well. A flash of heat burned up his throat and across his face, his hands going cold and sweaty. This couldn't be real. This was all just some stupid dream and he'd wake up any minute. This wasn't real.

But then, sprinting like hell was at her heels, Winona Matthews appeared. Max ran up to ask what was happening but she just grabbed his hand and started running, dragging him behind her as they pelted their way through the crowd, out the door to where the dock was slowly separating from the ship, the bridge between the two raising higher…
But Winona didn’t slow down. She sped up, her strides longer and longer until–
ARE WE JUMPING?
We’re not going to make this fucking jump—
No no no NO NO—
They jumped.

Max hit the pier hard on his knee and hip before collapsing on his face with a sharp cry that was more from shock than pain. He was up in seconds with barely a wince, pulling Winnie up with him even though the dancer had stuck her landing much better than he had. "Are you okay??" He signed, frantic, his other arm clutching his stomach. "What the fuck was--" He'd overestimated how quickly the momentary seasickness would wear off. Max started coughing trying not to retch, turning a sickly pale complexion. "We should... Let's just go." He looked embarrassed enough to shed tears, but he didn't... still holding it together by a thread, because in all the commotion, he could see that she didn't look well either. Her light makeup was smeared a bit, a very melancholy look in her dark eyes. Had something happened before the boat started drifting off?

He'd ask later. Now was not the time.

code by valen t.