Realistic or Modern We All Break Sometimes (Main)

[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: nervous, but excited; homesick

OUTFIT

LOCATION: his apartment; waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:
Elf_Ruler (Carson)

Dazzle (Astraea)

INT:
LowkeyLovingLoki (Artemis)

tags

TL;DR
He's making his way downtown. Walking fast.

tl;dr

Hassim Alsani

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

Despite being in Anchor Bay for two months, Hassim's apartment was still littered with boxes. He couldn't bring himself to pull out his things to decorate his apartment. And he knew it was because he was missing home, specifically is mother and sister. He had called them earlier and that only magnified his homesickness. It made him question why he moved here in the first place, there was nothing wrong living with his mother and sister. They were all doing fine in Boston ever since they moved there 6 years ago, why'd he leave? Maybe it was because he finally had time to live for himself, he was always looking over the women in his life for as long as he could remember. Now that they were all safe, he'd figured it was time to find his own way. Didn't mean he had to like it.

Getting the job as the lifeguard was a way to incorporate himself more into the life at Anchor Bay, but he really found himself finishing his shifts and retreating to his apartment, the gym, or some path to run with his dog Mack. When people seemed to notice him amongst the population, they dragged him along. That's exactly what happened with Carson. The barista had an interest in the lifeguard and had invited him to join her and her friends to the party on the waterfront. Hassim knew that the invite was just a way for him and Carson to get closer, because Hassim noticed her heavy flirting. He just decided to brush it off and play dumb, he didn't know how to navigate flirting and romantic feelings. And he felt like he didn't have the time for it.

The chime of his phone pulls him out of his thoughts as he sees that Carson's questioning where her people where. He partakes in the small interaction before he finishes getting ready. There was no way he was going to get out of this. This should be a good thing for him, but he felt like he was intruding or that he wasn't wanted. His phone chimes again with a message from Artemis, who Hassim had gathered was a friend of Carson. The greeting somewhat reassures Hassim and he makes his move to the front door. Alright, I'll see you later girl. He parts from Mack with a pet and a kiss to the top of the head.

Since his companion is not traveling with him, Hassim takes his bike. It'd be easier to find parking and he hadn't ridden it in a while, basically since he came to the seaside town. The rumble of the engine vibrates through and seems to synchronize with his heartbeat. It calmed him and prepared him for the rest of the day.

The drive isn't long as he had appropriately picked an apartment not far from the beach. It doesn't take him too long to find a parking spot and he is able to pull up next to a car that still seemed to be occupied. He quiets his motorcycle and pulls off the black helmet that protected his head, placing it into a small compartment adorning the ride.. He glances into the car beside him and makes eye contact with the curly haired boy in it. He recognized him as the Artemis that he spoke to earlier and who Hassim had Insta-stalked alongside Carson's other friend Astraea. Hassim softly smiles and waves at his new acquaintance before a noise pulls his head in another direction. He sees Carson and Astraea approach the vehicle and his smile widens as he internally hoped that the day was going to turn out alright. Glad to see that I'm not too late.

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: happy that school is out

OUTFIT: white teeshirt and khaki shorts

LOCATION: weird blue house

basics

MENTIONS:
NA

INT:
Chimney Swift ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Jacob Morass

when you are kind to others, it not only changes you, but the world.

"Sweet... Sweet... Sweet..." Jacob mulled over the word over and over again until it seemed to have no meaning, like he had made it up entirely. "There are sooo many sweet options." He said throwing his hands up in the air. How was he supposed to come up with only a few. "We could get something fried, like fried dough or fried oreos." Jacob had fried oreos on his brain ever since he saw the oreo eating competition being stirred up on Twitter. Though he wasn't sure that Oliver himself would want them. "There's also options of ice cream, hard serve or soft serve." Soft serve carnival ice cream was only the best.

Jacob continued to think up other options for the two friends, chewing on the side of his cheek as he furrowed his eyebrows together. "Oh Cotton Candy!" He exclaimed as someone came up behind the two. "Hi Winnie." Jacob sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck drawing him into a hug. Winny always smelled really nice, like she had taken a bath in roses or something. "You came at the right time!" He said as she turned to give Oliver his hug. "We were just talking of sweet treats that we could have to start off this adventure of summer right." Jacob grin stretched wide, showing off his teeth as his lips thinned from the strain. One of the front left ones on the top row was tilted slightly inwards from a baseball he received to the face about three years ago. It just never grew straight after that.

"Did you have any suggestions?" Jacob added, "we already said, Ice cream, fried dough or oreos, ice cream, or cotton candy..." Jacob used the phrase 'we' way too often, especailly when Oliver usually didn't part take in the conversation that often. "And what should we do after? I know you don't like the ocean so we can stay away from the boat tours." Jacobs eyes trailed off towards his shoes, he wasn't really sure if he should have brought up Winny's fear of the water... Quickly he shook his head and changed the subject. "Maybe we could play one of the rigged carnival games?? That could be fun!" He looked between his two friends for some sort of comfort in making the right decision.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: optimistic

OUTFIT: Long Sleeves in 5he Summertime

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Jacob Dazzle
Winnie ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR It's just a good fun day with friends

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

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

Winnie offering a hug had become a tradition of sorts, so despite the hectic environment, Oliver was ready for it and silently nodded his agreement for a quick embrace. He said nothing to her, though this was predictably the case. He didn’t intend that.

He stood back, rocking back and forth on his heels while Jacob recounted the past few minutes of discussion to Winnie. He had nothing to add, and instead stayed occupied by watching the way the small crowd moved from stall to stall. He didn’t recognize anyone in it, though he kept an eye out for familiar faces. After all, this whole event was mostly attended by the students and young people of the town who actually observed a summer vacation. Though because it was a Saturday, that didn’t make as much of a difference as it might have otherwise.

Jacob segued the topic into what was happening after, off-handedly mentioning that it was probably best to avoid the boat tours. Winnie had a phobia of the ocean. “It’s underst- under…. underst-tandable if... not to… to not like the ocean.” Oliver, who himself was fascinated with the ocean, suddenly spoke up. Though at first, he didn’t look to be paying attention to the conversation, at the mention of the ocean he looked up right away. He always had something to say about that; barely audible and stammering at the start but gaining more fluency as he figured out where he was going with the thought. “It’th-- It’s so much more of the earth’s surface than people think it is. Almost all the animals in the ocean are undiscovered. Think of all the ocean animals you know. That’s not even 10% of them. A-and even though 90% of arthropods live outside of the ocean, the worst ones… they all tend to.” His hands stopped twisting together and raked over the sides of his face. “And because about 84% of animals are arthropods, that is a lot of crabs and shrimp and lobsters and sea spiders and horseshoe crabs and hermit crabs, and… and well… there are too many. It’s okay to not like the ocean.” He fell quiet, though he continued to mouth words for a moment, as though he had more to say. He hadn’t realized that he missed the last part of Jacob’s suggestions, and now seemed a little lost in the silence. He gave a short wave of his hand as if to ask him to carry on.

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[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Excited

OUTFIT: https://i.ibb.co/0hMZXWQ/df999f64b63fae44a28e0827334ba73e.jpg

LOCATION: Anchor Bay, Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Chimney Swift
Elf_Ruler
LowkeyLovingLoki



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tags

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Mariah Bailey

This air is blessed, you share with me

Mariah let out a little giggle at Max's comment, though she was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to tell. ''Common Sense. That's a pretty tall order for a fried oreo contest don't you think?'' She questioned, with a tiny smile on her face. The contest was a fucking awful idea. She knew that. But Peer Pressure had won, and she had to pick a side. And she would much rather Lemon have bragging rights and a painful stomach, than only one.

Suddenly Lemon had grabbed her into a hug much to her delight. “Lemon!” she squealed back, thrilled there was someone in town who could match her enthusiasm over other people. Tabitha and Jenelle were sweethearts, they really were, but she'd always felt.......secondary. Like she was only their friend until a guy came along, or a more popular girl. With Lemon she felt more like a primary friend. Like someone worth keeping around. “Sounds good to me” she signed back as she spoke, copying Lemon. But then another voice suddenly grabbed her attention.

Mariah's smile grew even wider as Jenelle joined the group. She was hanging out with 4 whole friends! Taking advantage of the least excitable person being deaf, she let out a happy squeal, “Jennyyyyyyy!” she wrapped the girl in a bone crushing hug, since clearly two weeks was way too long apart. ''Look at you! You're basically a model!'' And fine maybe it wasn't necessary to sign that Jenelle was a hottie, but heeey if Max were to take note a second time, it wouldn't be the end of the world. ''Let's go then! We gotta lot of ground to cover'' She informed the group, signing as she went along

Following Lemon's guidance to the boat area, she looked over at Jenelle, and leaned over conspiratorially. ''Damn girl, you really went all out for the boy didn't you?''

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: annoyed, pissed, protective

OUTFIT

LOCATION: home; waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:
@me (Winnie)


INT:
Dazzle (Reid)
r e i (Isa)

tags

TL;DR

He doesn't even wanna be here

tl;dr

Chance Matthews

a man’s worth is no greater than his ambitions

Chance didn't even want to fucking be here. He'd avoided the festival since the last one they went to as a family was the day before their dad was killed. He couldn't look at this festival without thinking about the last time everything was alright. But he couldn't avoid it today. Isa was meeting up with Reid and Chance refused to lose his number one girl to a scum like him. He didn't even know Reid, but he didn't like him. Or maybe he was just being protective over Isa, his best friend did not have the best taste in guys just like his sister. And Lemon had said some pretty cryptic things surrounding the guy, so better safe than sorry.

With school out and none of his sport camps starting until August, Chance was going to enjoy his summer. He and Isa had already made plans to hang out this summer, possibly smoke, definitely drink. Chance was the opposite of his sister. She avoided alcohol and sometimes admonished Chance for his actions. He understood why, she was in the car during the accident, but this summer Chance was going to let loose and have fun a it was Isa's last summer before she graduated.

Chance was initially going to drive, as he told Isa, but if he was going to drink he'd rather have his sister take them home later. He wouldn't put her in a position of worry and danger if he could avoid it. He also wanted to give her some sense of control as he had noticed that his twin sister was not doing okay these past few days. She played it off with a few smiles and I'm fine's but he noticed, although he didn't know why she wasn't doing okay.

I'll see you later okay? Tell Dusty boy I said hey. He says to his sister and she rolls her eyes at his remark. Chance always got bad vibes from Dustin and he tried telling his sister but she wasn't having it. So he decided to support her instead, acknowledging her relationship and not being too mean to the sappy younger boy.

Fuck off Chance. She smiles at him but Chance shrugs her off with a quick wave over his shoulder as he makes his way to where Isa said she was. All the sights surrounding him make Chance a little angry and uncomfortable. Isa had said that they wouldn't be here for long, but he was dreading the time that he would be spending here. The happiness, the laughter, the memories were all swimming around him as some sort of taunt. He needed to get out of here.

Chance finally makes it to where a bunch of food trucks are lined up. He spots his brunette friend chatting with a guy he assumed to be Reid. Chance maybe did a little bit of a stalk on social media but couldn't really get anything on the new boy. Yet somehow Isa had found her way into his bed and was brewing some sort of chaotic relationship with him. As aforementioned, Chance didn't like that.

Hey Isa! Didn't I teach you not to speak to strangers!? Chance said as he approached his best friend and the guy who had his arm around her neck, the two of them a little too close for comfort. Get away from him!

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Chill

OUTFIT: Yes and the socks

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:

Winona ALittleRedLie


INT:

Ashley tamarapasek

Ivy Chimney Swift

tags

TL;DR: The Thackerys are wholesome together, and Dustin finds friends

tl;dr

Dustin Thackery

Check yes, Juliet
Kill the limbo, I'll keep tossing rocks at your window

"I'm gonna go look for Ash. We're supposed to meet up," Dustin announced while turning to face his parents, walking backwards as they continued to walk forward through the crowd. "All right, buddy," Dustin's father gave him a pat on the shoulder. "We're probably leaving soon though," Aaron continued, stifling a yawn, as the family had been hanging around enjoying the festival for hours already.

"Yeah, I wanna hang around til Nona gets here," Dustin turned forward again to avoid crashing into anyone in the crowd he wouldn't have seen while facing the wrong direction. "It's cool, I can probably just grab a ride back with her or something."

"Eewww, he just wants to kiss his girlfriiiieeend," Chrissy chirped gleefully, happy to pounce on any opportunity to tease her older brother. Her parents chuckled in amusement as she mimed a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss, lovingly holding an invisible partner in her arms. The kid had clearly interrupted the couple during a private moment or two.

"You guys are so grooooosss--" Her sing-song mocking turned to an abrupt yelp as Dustin grabbed the little girl to silence her, ready to die of embarrassment having this topic brought up in front of his mother and father. "What a beautiful day to murder your house elf," Dustin teased, proceeding to happily strangle her. Or at least that's how it might appear to on onlooker from a distance; he was actually just tickling her, and not, in fact, crushing her tiny thrachea with his bare hands. "Moooommmm!" Chrissy squeaked, struggling to sputter out words while giggling. "Dusty's being an asshat!"

"Christine! What'd I say?" Aaron looked up momentarily from the bin of used records that had caught his interest at a nearby booth. "For the last time today, we don't swear at the fair!" Dustin just snickered, continuing his taunts as Chrissy tried to squirm free of his grasp. "What was that, Dobby? Oh, what, you're dying? That sucks. We're reeeally gonna miss you," He deadpanned sarcastically.

Before he could heap any more brotherly abuse on his little sibling, Deirdre idly chimed in, not bothering to look up from the table of wares she was browsing. "Dusty, do me a favor and kill your sister at home, please," She playfully remarked, throwing a glance over her shoulder at him. "There are tons of witnesses here, sweetie, and we want the community to at least think we're sort of good parents."

Dustin complied, releasing Chrissy so he could shoot finger guns at his mother with a click of his tongue. "You got it, mumther," He remarked before giving his family a quick wave goodbye, then casually ambling off into the crowd.

As he wandered aimlessly with hands shoved in his pockets, Dustin gazed around the natural beauty of the waterfront coupled with the brightly colored booths and concession stands, quietly reflecting on life. Life was...pretty good at the moment. Pretty amazing, in fact. School was out. It was the summer festival which was always great, plus he had the whole summer of freedom to look forward to.

And most amazing of all, Dustin actually had a girlfriend. A ridiculously hot, gorgeous, talented, and kind girlfriend, and best of all he was 99% sure she wasn't angry with him at all on this day. Not that she often was, but his insecurity over his first serious relationship made him paranoid of such things, to the point where it was pretty much a daily ritual between the couple for Dustin to ask if she was mad at him, and sweet Winnie to assure him she wasn't.

Dustin was just about to give up on searching for Ashley and perhaps go on the hunt for something to eat when he turned the corner to find her stumbling around with a familiar, tiny brunette.

Oh great, look who it is," Dustin rolled his eyes, smirking at the pair, but he was far from unhappy to see them. Ivy was always fun and hilarious. And just seeing Ashley made his heart nearly thump out of his chest...though he kind of hated her for that. Dustin had a beautiful girlfriend now, whom he adored, so why did his heart still flutter annoyingly every time he saw Ash? All he wanted to do was grab her and kiss her full lips -- okay, just...NO. There was no room in his life for such thoughts.

Dustin nodded to the girls as he approached, desperate to hop aboard a new train of thought. "What are you losers up to?"

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Go crazy go stupid

OUTFIT: Worked Way Too Hard On These

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Ashley tamarapasek
Dustin Qwertycakes

tags

TL;DR Hot girl summer means casual day-drinking.

tl;dr

Ivy Dawkins

Don't threaten me with a good time

“Ooooh, look what CPS dragged in.”
Dustin, with his sandy curls and dopey Hawaiian shirts, was far from an unwelcome sight. Ivy smiled and waved him over as if he were an old friend, though she’d only known the guy for maybe a month or two at the longest. That didn’t really matter much to someone like her. Tight bonds weren’t something Ivy really did anymore. All she cared about was who was going to provide the most entertainment at any given moment. She cultivated her social circle out of people who could come and go without any stings. No attachment, not even as friends. Ivy was friends with people on a moment-by-moment basis only.

“Losers? I dunno, Feather Duster. You look pretty lost yourself.” She laughed much louder than was socially appropriate, tossing her head back and rolling her eyes to the sky. Something about Dustin calling anyone else a loser was endlessly amusing to Ivy. Dustin wasn't the biggest loser in town on Ivy's personal chart, but he was definitely somewhere in the Top 5. “You should probably stick with us until your parents find you.”

Despite her rowdy comments, Ivy still looked and sounded fairly lucid. A little tipsy, but the average passerby wouldn’t notice. Could probably pass a sobriety test if she tried really hard, at least until they pulled out the breathalyzer. She didn't plan on getting hopelessly smashed in the early afternoon in public. That was an easy way to wind up with no more wandering around privileges.

Speaking of which, Ivy hadn’t really thought about what she wanted to do with Ashley, but now that Dustin was here, any plans she’d thought up had a wrench thrown into them. Dustin, while he was “taken” according to Ashley, was as fickle as the days were long. And Ashley herself, as established, was a boy-crazy hoe. This whole afternoon was just going to turn into awkward stares and dumb half-assed flirting, which would be amusing for maybe 20 minutes, but would get old very quickly unless Ivy did something about it...

Then Ivy had a great idea.
“Wait, Dustbin. Lemme show you a secret.”
With a sneaky grin, she extended her glittery rainbow tumbler, graciously cracking open the lid for him. “C’moooonnn, all the cool kids are doing it.” She drawled, in a spotless imitation of a 90’s drug PSA antagonist. Despite having been born well into the 2000s, she'd seen way too many of those in school and mandatory therapy. “You gotta do it, bro. Don’t be a scaredy-square.” Whether Dustin hesitated or not, Ivy shook the bottle at him teasingly, urging him to hurry up and join their afternoon debauchery.

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[r e i]

Isabella

the drug dealer teddy bear

Isa woke up in a motel where she had been staying for the past week. Luckily her mother left her some money, with promises to send her some more once she got settled in her new home. So Isa just been renting out a room at a motel for right now but she might have to leave out or increase her dealings as she was spending a quite bit of money to stay there for that long. She gets up to gets dressed. Isa grabs her special bag just in case she runs into some customers on the way to the celebration. She checks her phone, smirking at the text that her new friend, Reid sent her. He was fun, and Isa did like having fun. It was someone and something to do during the summer, and she could already tell that he was gonna be a fun addition to the group. Chance of course was being overprotective like always, but she did love him for it.

Isa leaves her room and heads out of the motel towards her car. Chance and she have been friends since she met him back when they were children. She was the older girl that every person told their kids to stay away from, and he was the one kid who parent didn't fucking care who he was friends with. So he followed her around until she finally let him join her at her side. He had been her best friend ever since. As they grew up, it was shown that they had a flirtatious relationship from the start and that they were very possessive of each other. Even with other friends, they both knew that they were each other only best friends. Now Reid is intruding and she knows that Chance isn't ok with that but he's gonna pretend to be because he loves her and wants her to be happy, no matter what. She loves him for that. Isa gets to her car and gets in. Driving off towards the celebration. She looks around and sees everyone smiling and happy. She grins to herself, she loves this town for the fact that everyone is so peaceful here even if her life isn't.

Isa gets to where she needs to go and parks the car. She gets out searching for someone and she found him. Reid. Hottie. The one that she wanted to find the most other then Chance. "I told you that you had to find me darlin'" She said as she walks up to him carefully grinning. "But I found you first, so where's my reward?" Isa flirts as she leans in closely and kisses his cheek. She feels him wrap his arm around her shoulder. As she leans in closer, someone interrupts, Chance had found them. She grins as she pulls away from Reid and looks at Chance.

"Well baby, I asked for his name...so he wasn't a stranger anymore. " She says as she walks towards him as he tells her to. Isa rolls her eyes and kisses Chance's cheek. "Be nice baby boy. You know you are my number one always and forever. " Always and forever is their saying, Isa will be there for her best friend always and forever.

waterfront.

flirty and happy.

xxx

Chance ALittleRedLie Reid Dazzle

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

MOOD: not into it

OUTFIT: top - pants - shoes

LOCATION: Apartment

basics

MENTIONS:
N/A

INT:
Dazzle
ALittleRedLie
Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR most boring person ever

tl;dr

artemis mercier

i don't wanna be myself, it's making me so unwell

Artemis didn't encourage Astraea with any responses to anything she said to him while they were still in the apartment, simply moving when she told him to and doing what she told him to. He was actually glad to be the one driving, since sitting in the passenger seat would have just made him anxious; waiting and waiting while they just kept getting closer and closer to their dreaded destination. Plus, frankly, Artemis felt safer when he was driving than when Astraea was.

Upon arrival, Artemis stayed in the car even after Astraea tumbled out. He stopped the car, turned it off, and leant his head back against his seat for a few moments. Logically, Artemis knew there was nothing wrong with going to a little fair with a couple friends and just having a good time. He even knew that, just because he was meeting someone new, that didn't mean he needed to panic as much as he was. It was very much an involuntary reaction, paired with some serious self-insecurity. Artemis glanced down at his outfit and winced, knowing it was way too much but it was obviously too late now.

His eyes had been closed, but he opened them at the sound of an engine beside his car. Turning his head, he watched as the guy on a motorcycle pulled his helmet off and made eye contact with him. And, holy fuck. Artemis recognised him as Hassim - they'd had a brief conversation through social media - but he didn't... well. Artemis didn't know that Hassim looked like this in real life. No wonder Carson wanted him so badly. "Fuck," Artemis muttered to himself as Hassim stood while Astraea and Carson made their way over. After a few more moments, Artemis opened his door and moved out of his car, locking it as he stepped up to the group. He didn't say anything; just smiled sort of awkwardly and nodded to everyone.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Carson Hughes

As Carson quietly waited for her friends to arrive, she took in the sights and sounds of everyone enjoying themselves, the chatter that would give off random conversations as people passed by her. Sometimes it was dumb, but she also found the charm in the town and the people that lived in it. Plus, it brought her happiness to know that this town really had been helping her through her own trauma. She had been growing personally and thanks to not only Ms. Mildred, but her friends she was in the healthiest spot of her entire life. As she was lost in her thoughts, she heard her name loudly yelled. She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as she was tackled into a hug by her favorite blonde.

Carson let herself enjoy the embrace of her most exuberant friend before Astra pulled away. She could see the color already in her friends’ cheeks, “Is it me or the sun that makes you turn pink?” Carson teased before following behind Astraea. She never understood how someone could have so much energy and happiness, but it was endearing, something Carson quite literally admired. Carson had never been happy like that in her life, but she was getting better at it. Getting better at the joy, the acceptance, the social aspect of having friends. Everything she never had growing up and she really wasn’t sure how any of it worked.

While making her way over to Artie her eyes watched as a motorcycle pulled in right next to the vehicle. As she watched the helmet come off the owner of the bike, she recognized the face as one Hassim Alsani. Every time she saw him, she thought he was beautiful. Sure, she had really only seen him when she was behind the counter serving coffee, but that didn’t matter. He was still gorgeous. Carson had been lacking any real physical contact since she had finally ended her relationship, if that’s what one would call it, with Thad. He hadn’t been that great to her anyways and she deserved better.

Once at the car next to Artie and Hassim Carson smiled at Artie, “How’s my favorite book nerd?” she teased, knowing he wasn’t really one for the physical contact and then her eyes lingered on Hassim, “Welcome to the group, cutie. This is Astraea and Artemis. And I’m your favorite barista.” She gave him a quick wink, “So what’s the plan for us? Am I winning Astra and Hassim a prize? Or is Hassim winning the prizes? I know Artie and I will discuss my lack of completing a new hobby. Or maybe I’ll win Artie some cute prize.” Artemis wasn’t like her other friends. He was quiet and didn’t make her talk when she came to the store, he didn’t make her have small talk at the café. She handed everyone a cup with different beverages as she spoke, seeing as she knew each of their orders. Now, all she had to do was wait for someone to like an idea or come up with a better one for the group to do.

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

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: Meh

OUTFIT:Vneck and jeans

LOCATION: The harbor

basics

MENTIONS:
NA

INT:
ALittleRedLie ( C Chance )
r e i ( isa )

tags

TL;DR meeting new friends

tl;dr

Reid Callaway

never admit when you're wrong

The move out of Alabama and up to Anchor Bay had gone rather smoothly, there was no ties to be cut on Reid's end. The town had already decided that he wasn't worth their time. Orlando barely wanted to talk to him, Jonathan's family thought that he should of been tried as an adult, and thrown into prison. Jen continued to fight for her son, even when he seemed to have given up on himself entirely. Reid didn't care for Alabama much anymore. He didn't seem to care for much at all now a days. In juvie, days just went by, one in the same. Juvenile courts school didn't care whether he passed his classes or not, leaving him so far behind his peers when he returned to school in the spring that he was told he would need to be held back the following school year. Another year as a junior, great.

Reid didn't really care one way or another. Once he returned to public school again, he spent more time sitting in the principals office than he did in class. And when he wasn't there, he was spending time with his court ordered therapist. He didn't talk, he knew there wasn't a point. Even his therapist would take the towns side over Reid's.

Everyday he was just barely getting by, comments drifted through the halls. He figured out what they were trying to do after the first few times. They wanted a rise out of Reid, they wanted a reaction. They wanted him out of the school, out of the town.

For good.

--​

At least it had made leaving easy. Even if Lemon Pierce was more upset by her new classmate. If Reid had a choice, he would of gone far away from it all. But Jen thought this would be best for him. He called bullshit, Jen didn't even know what was best for herself, otherwise she would of left her shitty husband. How could she know what was best for him, if she couldn't help herself.

Reid was able to quickly settle into his new room, his new home. It was small, but it was functional. It worked for the two of them, that was all that mattered right?

He had planned to lay low for the weekend, stay quite, avoid the one and only Lemon Pierce and her friends. But that became hard when Jen decided to shove him out of the house, telling him to go make some friends down on the harbor. He could only roll his eyes as he sulked out of the house, white vneck and jeans. Making a last minute decision to take his bike over his mustang, worried about the teens who didn't know how to drive to save their life and annoyingly, Reid was very protective over his mustang.

Once parked, he realized he didn't know where to go. Quietly he wandered around by himself for a bit before Isabella showed her face. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist" He smirked, letting an arm wrap around her shoulder like they had been friends for years. They weren't left alone for long when Chanced joined them.

"Come on, you don't have to be jealous." He let the word roll of his tongue as he winked at the boy who had just joined them. He only shrugged his shoulders as he slowly closed his eyes. He felt more confident than he had moments before, even though he was surrounded by strangers. He reached forward, wrapping his fingers gently around Isa's wrist. "So you were wondering how I could make finding me worth it." As he tugged her back towards him, falling right into his chest.

He tilted her chin up towards his, pressing his lips gently against hers.

"Strangers don't need to stay strangers for long." He looked over to Chance as he pulled away from Isa, letting one hand fall to her waist. "I think that was pretty worth it." He shrugged as he looked around the Harbor. "So, what do you, do for fun around here?" His eyes drifted between Chance and Isa.

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Ecstatic

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:


Mariah
tamarapasek

Max
Chimney Swift

Lemon
Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR: It's summer!! Just meeting up with some friends (including her crush...and trying not to stress)

tl;dr

Jenelle Kennedy

I could never in a hundred summers get tired of this

"Oh, thank you!" Jenelle, beaming, blushed at the compliment from Mariah on her outfit. The flush across her face deepened when Max also made a sweet comment about liking her sandals. Completely caught off guard that Max even noticed her shoes, let alone complimented her on them, Jenny stammered while trying to come up with a response as her mind went blank for a moment. "Oh, I--ah--thanks!" She finally managed to squeak out a reply and just narrowly remembered to sign along as well, thankful Max couldn't hear how awkward she sounded.

When Lemon then happily grabbed her hand along with Mariah's and skipped off to their next destination, Jenny's heart felt like it was about to burst with happiness. Jenny didn't usually hang out with friends like this. Her free time was often spent alone, working on some random project, or the latest hobby she'd picked up, or doing some extra credit project or another. It always kind of felt like she was friends with everybody and nobody at the same time. Lots of friendly acquaintances, but no one you'd consider a ride or die pal...or even just a companion or two to do things with outside of school. So the fact that Mariah invited her on this outing, and the others embraced her presence so willingly? It meant a lot.

"Ssshh! Shut uuuup," Jenny giggled, giving Mariah a playful shove with her free hand when the taller girl leaned in to comment on how much she dressed up for the occasion. "Oh my godddd, is it that obvious?" She squeaked back at Mariah while scampering after Lemon to the docks they were being lead to.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: excited, exhausted, bashful, conflicted

OUTFIT

LOCATION: waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:
r e i (Faith) (Elle)
Qwertycakes (Dustin)
lion. (Zach)
Chimney Swift (Max)

INT:
Chimney Swift (Oliver)
Dazzle (Jacob)
@me (Chance)

tags

TL;DR
smile. breathe and smile.

tl;dr

Winnie Matthews

i do not stand alone, but i am lonely

"If there's funnel cake, I am totally down." Many people could recognize Winnie's, and even Chance's, weird obsession with funnel cake. All she would say when asked was that it reminded her of simpler times.

Oliver's rambling about the ocean and its creatures only strengthens her fear of the ocean. She understood that a town sitting on the eastern coast was going to participate in a lot of seaside activities. Winona used to love the ocean, swimming, and going on boats; but after her and Chance got into a little accident when they were seven. The experience turned off their appeal to the ocean since. Winnie could enjoy the beach and wade into the water not to far from the shore, but other than that she won't go far. Her friends have adapted to her fear and always tiptoed around her when it came to these water related events. And she thought it was nice and thoughtful of them, but did she seem that defenseless in other people's perspective.

Lately, Winnie didn't feel like she was properly functioning within her friend groups. She and Faith hadn't been able to hang out because of that bitch Elle, and Winnie had lied to her best friend so that Faith didn't feel bad about the situation. Win also may have accidentally insulted Max when they were talking earlier. Zach was just being a dick which prompted Dustin's need to protect his girlfriend. It all just made Winnie feel useless, angry, alone. She didn't understand why she felt that way and just like her lack of sleep, her thoughts was eating away at the back of her mind.

But Jacob and Oliver's faces reminded her that she needed to put a smile on her face and make sure that the two younger boys enjoyed their day, she can think about her problems another time. Winnie softly lays a hand on Ollie's shoulder as a form of comfort and to signify that she heard his ocean facts. "I think those are brilliant ideas Dylan. We should go play some games and then get some food when we get hungry." The smile on her face is wide, most of it is genuine, but fatigue and worry plagues it just slightly. "I don't think you should worry so much about what we do Jacob, as long as we have fun."

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Inadequate

OUTFIT: Boring

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:
Chance

INT:
Lemon Elf_Ruler
Levi LowkeyLovingLoki
Mariah tamarapasek
Jenelle Qwertycakes

tags

TL;DR
Max ponders society's obsession with making people do things they suck at.

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Catching Levi’s friendly smile out of the corner of his eye, Max turned to look up at the gentle jock with a hesitant wave. Though Levi was considerate enough to take his time with his words, and Max did his best to pay attention, he caught only his own name, “what” and “favorite”, but since Levi made it visually clear he was talking about food, that was enough. At least Max didn’t have to ask him to say it again.

Max shrugged lightly, averting his eyes for a moment to give himself time to think of an answer. Over the last few years, he had developed a bit of a gag reflex on declaring favorites. It was a lot easier to pretend to be ambivalent about everything than risk learning that everyone thought the things he liked were stupid. Just the idea of someone mocking his taste in books or food or colors got under his skin. This was a little ironic, one might think, based on his passionate social justice screeds and the furious letters he kept sending the mayor's way. He was probably the most openly opinionated kid in town… until it came to himself.

Max nervously gripped his elbows, clearing his throat. “I don’t know. Popcorn? Maybe. I never think about it.” He wasn't sure if he actually liked popcorn or if it was just the first thing he thought of, since Chance was always throwing around the popcorn emoji every time people started fighting on Twitter. Max didn’t really like doing this-- oral English, that is (he didn't like Twitter fighting either, but that was another story). If he was still getting made fun of after spending 10 years of his childhood working on it, he felt very comfortable writing off speaking out loud as no more than a frustrating necessity. It seemed like there was always something to nitpick: too high, too loud, too quiet, wrong consonant, lisp, wrong word order. It was like people thought it should be easy to have to switch between two different languages on a dime. He’d usually rather just pass a notepad and pen back and forth, but since they’d be walking around most of the afternoon, that was inconvenient. Trying to ignore the heat slowly creeping across his face, he dug his hands into his pockets and bit into his lip to combat the impulse to apologize.


Mariah and Jenny had always been close friends… but did Mariah just call Jenny hot? Max hadn't really been paying attention to what she was saying until she surreptitiously made brief eye contact with him, as if to ask that he take notice. If this was Mariah's way of being flirtatious with Jenny, Max could see them probably being happy together. It perplexed him, though, how people could be so confident with this stuff. Just come out and hint at it, like they wanted people to notice, or knew innately that they were good enough for whoever made them feel like that, or at the very least knew that they had a shot. Good for them.
It always seemed unfair to Max that… certain people that these things didn't apply to still had to have feelings anyway.
Kind of like how people who were hopelessly, incurably stupid still had to keep going to school to embarass themselves. If the only thing you were good for was setting the bar low, you still had to show up and do it. You weren't allowed to stop, to give up and hide...

...Mariah was right. They had ground to cover. They had to do the accursed oreo contest, but first Lemon's pirate thing-- that was another thing Max didn't know about: Lemon had some sort of infatuation with pirates. He wondered if that was new, something she discovered while she was busy avoiding him for almost a whole year. He felt his throat clench.
But if she wanted him to play along as first mate for the day, all he could do was be glad he had his friend back.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Lemon Pierce

Have you ever felt like the world was always trying to crush you? That no matter how happy you pretended to be the world was still pushing down? That was how Lemon was feeling as the group approached the boats. As she stared at them, she could feel her heart begin to race, maybe excitement? Maybe something else. Sure, it was only a tour and they weren’t going to sail the bay, but the size of the ship made her smile. If only for a split second. Somehow the joy she once felt never seemed to fully appear anymore. As if a part of her was gone and she would never be able to retrieve it. She listened to Mariah and Jenny talk behind her, but really talking about any crush, well it never was something Lemon did. Did she have a crush? Maybe. Would she talk about it ever? No. Had she really even dated? That question was a little more confusing, but she really had no room to talk or discuss anything of relationships, or relations, or anything inherently romantic or sexual. It made her stressed.

It wasn’t an uncommon topic among those who resided in Anchor Bay, but she hated the way that everyone was so sexual. That if you weren’t it meant you were boring and didn’t have fun. Lemon had fun, just not as of recently. Lemon wanted to be more fun an adventurous, to take on the world like the pirates in the books she read. It wasn’t assigned reading, but it was something that seemed to help her over the past year, she thought this. This ship would help her but now she really wasn’t sure.

Her eyes looked behind her at all of her friends and she really felt lucky to have them, but honestly Twitter had made her extremely stressed out. She couldn’t really figure out if anything bad was going to happen. Somehow, she felt as if everything bad that had happened and would happen were ultimately her fault. Not that she voiced this out to her friends. But she could feel the knots in her stomach churning away, and once they were on the boat, she could feel the motion of the boat. Up and down and then repeating the same loop. The waves weren’t bad because they were docked but Lemon could feel the small churning in her stomach continue to grow. She stood in the same spot unable to move, maybe she wasn’t meant to sail the water ever. Before the tour could even begin Lemon felt as the contents in her stomach began to rise and she quickly made her way to the edge of the boat and nothing came. Instead she stood there head over the side wishing her stomach would stop. “Y’all, I don’t think I can do the boat.”

Lemon kept looking at the water beneath her silently wishing the movement of it didn’t upset her stomach more. Especially because the boat was barely rocking. “Y’all can go on the tour without me. I can wait and get some water. Let my stomach settle.” She didn’t want to be the one to ruin their fun all because her stomach decided it didn’t want to work properly. She wasn’t sure she would be able to keep food down after this, but she wasn’t about to let Levi win at a competition that was made for her. For now, she stepped off the boat to sit in the grass to wait for whatever decision the rest of the group made. She wouldn’t be upset if they wanted to go on the tour. Especially cause Jenny seemed to want some alone time with Max, maybe this could be their chance.

Mention(s): Interaction(s): Chimney Swift LowkeyLovingLoki tamarapasek Qwertycakes

 

[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Emo

OUTFIT: xoxo

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:

Mariah tamarapasek


INT:

Winona ALittleRedLie

Oliver Chimney Swift

Jacob Dazzle

tags

TL;DR: Tabitha's interrupted just as she's about to self destruct

tl;dr

Tabitha Carter

Can't help myself but count the flaws
Claw my way out through these walls

As Tabitha wandered aimlessly around the festival, The Smiths blasting in her ears and scowl fixed firmly on her girlish features, the diminutive brunette looked more like an angsty middle schooler than a soon-to-be high school senior. Slipping past booth after booth, she wondered what she was even doing at this thing. Tabitha reminded herself she simply couldn't sit in her room any longer today. Listening to her parents either scream at each other, or the dreadful silence as they both quietly seethed in their own little corners of the house. The tension so thick it had begun to waft all the way upstairs, threatening to permeate the sanctuary of her bedroom.

Tabitha felt like she was spiraling as of late. She was pretty sure Mariah could sense it, and that's why she was slowly pulling away from her. No matter how hard Tabitha tried to cling, Mariah was making friends outside of the little cocoon of codependency the pair had been incubating in for over a decade now. Fuck you, Mariah. Whatever, go have fun with that stupid fake bitch, Jenny, and all your new, fun and fresh friends.

Such bitterness left an awful taste in her mouth, nasty and acidic as bile. Tabitha hated feeling this way toward her best friend. Mariah should have friends. People like Mariah.

It's not her fault nobody likes you. And even if they did, you'd find a way to embarass yourself so badly that they absolutely wouldn't anymore.

She felt her lower lip begin to quiver, making her stop dead in her tracks. Fuck...no. Please not now. She knew she shouldn't have left the house feeling so...fragile. Tabitha probably cried more than any person on planet Earth, but that was in the privacy of her own room like a normal person. Never in public. Never, ever in front of people (well, besides Mariah or Dani or something.)

So Tabitha did what she always did whenever she had to flip the killswitch on an impending meltdown. She scrunched her face up in a grimace and held her breath for as long as she could, no sound escaping her save for a tiny, choked whimper. When she finally exhaled and opened her eyes, she was positive the entire festival would be staring at her, but luckily nobody seemed to notice at all. Tabitha wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand and awkwardly began walking again, holding her breath intermittently until her shaky breathing was calm once more.

Fuck it. She was just gonna eat. And there was so, so much food at this thing. She could eat everything, anything she could get her hands on, until she ran out of money. Tabitha went into a sort of trance whenever she binged like that, and nothing seemed to matter anymore. She would eat and eat in hopes of swallowing her feelings down along with it until they were gone, and all she felt was the familiar numbness as her burstingly full stomach ached and pleaded for relief. And then she could just purge it all away like it never happened. Plus it was summer, so she could restrict all day tommorow if she wanted. Hell, she could restrict all month if she wanted. Or binge. The world was her oyster, sucked down from the halfshell with a squeeze of lemon and puked back up again.

Tabitha was powerwalking with purpose toward a cluster of concession stands when she was confronted with a familiar group, stopping short before she careened right toward them. She quickly recognized the dark hair and perpetually perturbed face of her friend Oliver, and the tall, pretty girl was Winnie, a friend of Oliver's that was always very nice to her. And of course, Jacob, Oliver's best friend, who just so happened to be a Very Cute Boy. The sight of him, not to mention the idea of talking to three different people at once, made Tabitha nearly turn and run the other direction. She'd already made eye contact with Winnie, however, so it felt like this simply wasn't an option.

Walking towards the trio, the tiny waif pulled her earbuds out and stuffed them in her pocket. Tabitha tossed out a greeting as she approached, a casual "Hey, girl." She almost congratulated herself on a job well done until she remembered to also greet the boys, switching midway to "Hey, guys", and it came out something like a timid "Hey, gries." The embarrassment of this blunder made Tabitha want to go take a flying leap off the dock, but now that she'd started this interaction, there was nothing left to do but commit to it. She cleared her throat, correcting herself with a pained, forced smile. "H-hey, guys.."

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: information overload

OUTFIT: Long Sleeves in 5he Summertime

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
Jacob Dazzle
Winnie ALittleRedLie
Tabitha Qwertycakes

tags

TL;DR Oliver's on a marine bio lecture again

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

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

Oliver had forgotten all about Jacob's food question, his brain now totally preoccupied with mulling over the vast unknown of the ocean. There was so much ocean. It seemed impossible that people knew so much of it and still so little. There were parts of the ocean that would never been seen by human eyes. That was fascinating.

The festival was still unnervingly loud and frantic, but he'd somehow heard Tabitha’s fast-paced steps above it all and had quickly turned his head to look her way, instinctively bringing his arm up to guard himself before her tell-tale tiny frame and soft brown bangs confirmed her identity. She was no one to be afraid of. Oliver couldn't say that of most people. There were a short few that he felt safe around, and none of them had his full trust. There were some things they shouldn't know. Like the ocean… there were parts of Oliver that were better left in the dark.

Tabitha seemed to falter in greeting the group… “Hey girl,” turned into “hey gries,” and finally “hey guys.” Oliver didn’t immediately respond to any of these.
He was more than used to cluttered speech; struggling to string words together and such, so Tabitha’s multiple attempts to form a proper greeting didn’t faze him. He just nodded along, paying no mind to her visible panic. As to whether or not he had even noticed her distressed tone and pressed, anxious movements, that much wasn’t clear. He might’ve, but if he had, he wouldn’t have thought anything of it. That, too, made him feel oddly at home,
...not that home was somewhere Oliver ever wanted to be.

“Hello, Tabitha.” When he finally worked up a response, he paused and sounded out her name in his head before saying it out loud, trying not to stutter over the sharp consonants. ‘B’ was decidedly his least favorite letter. Not that he’d gone so far as to rank all 26 in the modern Roman alphabet. Some were just much, much easier to say without tripping up.

"Tabitha." He said her name again, this time waving his fingers close to his shoulder for her attention. "Guess how many un-d-discovered species are in the ocean." He didn't know why, but now that he was on the topic of the unfathomable mystery of the ocean, he couldn't stop thinking about it and the urge to keep sharing his marine research facts was unbearable. "You can't v-b-because nobody… nobody knows." He seemed to have woken up a whole different part of his brain, standing up on the front of his feet and rapidly tapping his knuckles together. "There are over t-two hundredth-- two hundred thousand named marine shpecies. That's just the named ones. There are… there are over a million. But we know about all the sea turtles prob- probably, because there are no deep sea turtles..."

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: annoyed, pissed, protective

OUTFIT

LOCATION: home; waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:
Frankie


INT:
Dazzle (Reid)
r e i (Isa)

tags

TL;DR

He better not be fucking third wheeling

tl;dr

Chance Matthews

how can you look to protect them if you can't protect thyself

Being Isa's number one always reassured Chance. He of course had his sister, but that was his sister. They were supposed to be there for each other. Isa made it known that no matter what, she'd be there for Chance and he liked that. Sure, he had Frankie too, but at times Frankie was too distracted by his girl of the week. He didn't notice that sometimes Chance as going through it and sometimes his best friend wouldn't talk to him. Isa never shut him out he thinks.

As mentioned before, Chance had never formally interacted with Reid. The trackstar would make occasional jabs at his peer on twitter, sometimes as a joke, but really he was wary of him. Reid had been sleeping with his best girl, but he still always seemed to be flirting with him too. Chance would ignore it, he wasn't gay. He'd think. But Reid's constant flirtatious comments and Frankie's intermittent closeness both had the ability to trigger confusing thoughts to run through his head and a flutter of whatever disgusting concoction to rub against the insides of his stomach. He wasn't gay.

Besides if he was, he'd have to tell his mother and she wouldn't be too grateful for that. And he didn't know how his twin sister would feel about it either, they usually didn't keep anything from each other and Chance couldn't deny that he'd been feeling these types of feelings for a while. It was too complex and messy for him to even explore the topic, so he'd push it down and instead worry about the fact that his best friend was being a little too friendly with Chance's crisis.

Chance wasn't gay.

Hey, hey, hey. This is a family friendly establishment and my virgin eyes cannot handle this. He gently grabs Isa and leads her away so that she stands on the opposite side of Chance. He then pats Reid on the shoulder as if proud of his actions. "There, that's better. A little distance might do you some good." He turns back to Isa with an innocent smile on his face, ignoring the annoyed look on the beautiful brunette's face. Chance throws an arm around her shoulder and squeezes with a bit of affectionate.

Isa's the best at finding the fun, let's leave it to her. But you know the drill, I must get some funnel cake.

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[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Playful

OUTFIT: https://i.ibb.co/gVG2L0y/IMG-9940-scaled.jpg

LOCATION: Anchor Bay, Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Chimney Swift
Qwertycakes


--------don't type anything after this comment--------



[/COMMENT]

tags

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

tl;dr

Ashley Park

Nobody wants you when you have no heart

''Well well well, someone took a break from his precious little soulmate to visit the little ol heathens''
Dustin was a very unwanted sight as of now, given Ash was having a perfectly nice time with Ivy, and very much did not need to have all these weird feelings around her head. Sure they'd agreed to meet up beforehand, but she'd had no intention of him actually following through on his word. She'd figured he'd just ditch her for his other stupid mature friends who refused to play along with her dumb jokes.

“Who ya calling a loser, Justin? You go the gym once and all of a sudden you think you're some weirdo chad who embodies toxic masculinity?” She snarked, though truth be told she wasn't that annoyed with him about anything, much less him calling her a loser. But still, she was tempted to mock and mock her dear friend, saying things she wouldn't let anyone else say about him. Just to see how long it'd take before he ran away from his mean heathen friends. “I hate to break it to you bro, but you're still the biggest loser in town.”

She didn't know why she was so mean to Dustin. Ashley in no sense of the word was a nice person, but regardless, such unearned hostility wasn't usual. But as she kept trying to find the thing that would make Dustin snap or walk away or call her a bitch, they grew closer and closer as friends. Despite their friendship, she was still very much bullying the poor kid within a friendship setting.

And lately, she'd been getting more and more ruthless with her jabs. She couldn't help it. Ever since that stupidly nice girlfriend and her stupid friends got into the picture, she wasn't Dustin's only friend. But he was still her only real friend, though she'd never mentioned it to him. So now it was her trying to keep up with him as he branched out past the foul mouthed slacker who couldn't even admit her feelings.

And then Ivy opened her little trash hole of gold nuggets, preventing her from dwelling on her relationship any longer.
“I don't know Ivy. You sure he's ready to lose his alcohol virginity?'' She questioned her friend with a cackle. There was no way in hell Mr Goody Two Shoes agreed to the drinking, so she quickly moved on. ''Now hand over the devil juice before the saint throws it down the gutter or something''

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: Happy

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: The Warf

basics

MENTIONS:
NA

INT:
LowkeyLovingLoki (Artemis)
Elf_Ruler (Carson)
ALittleRedLie (Hassim)

tags

TL;DR Meeting up with friends

tl;dr

Astraea Dupante

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

As Carson commented on the color of Astraea's cheeks, she seemed to loose all ability to talk. "Oh, I-um." She really didn't have an explanation for the sudden change, it could of just been from her running up to Carson with such speed in the heat. Or maybe it had something to do with the flipping in her stomach. "I don't know?" Astraea shrugged her shoulders as she took her spot beside her friend, keeping with her pace as they walked back towards Artemis' car.

As they reached his car, and Artemis stepped out they were finally joined by the 4th and new comer to their group. Astraea could only chuckle as Artemis audibly swore at Hassim's arrival. Though Astraea didn't realize that Artemis' reaction was to Hassim's looks, she just thought that he was reacting to having to socialize with someone new. Unlike Astraea, Artemis was not a fan of new found friendships.

"Hi! Its great to finally meet you in person!" Astraea squealed as she moved over to Hassim, with a hop in her step, she wrapped her arms around him, bringing him into a hug. Astraea was overly forward, being so touchy she was overly comfortable with hugging strangers. "Sorry." She giggled as she pulled away. "I'm a huger." She bit her lower lip as she stepped back to stand between Artemis and Carson. "You'll have to get used to it if you want to be apart of the group." She laughed, elbowing Artemis in the side.

"Games are always fun!!" Astraea looked between the three of them standing. "We could play the bottles game! You know, the one where you toss the bottles, I mean the softball at the milk bottles." She thought for a moment, raising one eyebrow. "Wait do they still do that game?"

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[r e i]

Faith

the perfectionst sofie

Faith wakes up to an empty bed like always. Ellie was probably off doing some work for her parents. She hates waking up alone, and El knew that. Before everything changed, El used to stay and just read in the bed with her before Faith woke up. She would stay there with Faith and just be there but now, it's like she completely changed. The more mistakes that Faith makes, the more El has to punish her or yell at her, and the less love it feels like they have in this relationship. Maybe it was truly a business arrangement, her parents has finally sold her like they wanted to. To grow the business, is all they cared about. If they cared about her, they would have seen that this relationship was changing her and not for the better. Her phone dings with a message, she looks at it.

TRIGGER WARNING

El: Remember your diet. We don't need you gaining any more weight. I'll meet you there. Don't embarrass me or there will be consequences.

TRIGGER WARNING OVER

Faith sighs as she quickly texted back an ok and got ready for the day. Normally she would play some music and sing a little but El had all her musical instruments locked up somewhere. They caused her too much of a distraction and El said she needed to be focus on the business not stupid music. So she let her. She heads out into her car, as her brother was already gone for the day. They haven't really spoken since that night and she feels his eyes on her every time she opens her mouth. He knows the truth and that hurts her. He knows that she's weak. She heads to the waterfront and parks the car. Getting out of the car. She takes a quick photo and posts to her private instagram that only a few people know about. She looks around and sighs. What to do now?

waterfront.

bored.

xxx

open for interactions

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[r e i]

Isabella

the drug dealer teddy bear

Isa smirks at the two boys. Even if she hadn't knew Reid for long, she knew that he was someone that she could trust. There was a feeling, she can't explain it. It was like she didn't feel any bad vibes from him. Everyone was saying stay away from the boy with the blue eyes but all she wanted to do is to get closer. Like right now. She feels herself getting tugged back to Reid as she falls into his chest. She smiles softly at him and nods "Yea, I was hottie. " That's when she saw that his eyes drifted down to her lips and she smirks. As he pulls her closer, giving her a perfect kiss right on the lips. She instantly kisses back without second thought. She smiles as he pulls away. "No they don't need to stay strangers for long, and I am definitely want to get closer with you darlin'. "

Isa didn't normally go out with a guy within a day of meeting him but she needed a distraction. After telling Max about her situation and him freaking out about it. She needed some way to remove stress and Reid was the perfect distraction. She knew what his intentions were and she was ok with it. She didn't care about getting hurt and she wouldn't. All she wanted was a body so she could forget that her mother just left her here without a second thought. Yes she told her to go, but she thought that she would be enough for her to want to stay and she wasn't. Isa didn't feel enough for anyone right now so she didn't care that all he wanted was her body. She wanted the same. All she wanted was to go and just forget about everything for a few hours. She feels Reid wrap his arm around her waist and she leans a bit against him. Looking at Chance as Reid asked what they do for fun. She smirked asking "Wanna show hottie here, the woods?". The woods, where trouble kids go and get into trouble. There's the occasional fire/fight, drunk paintball fight, and even at times drunk nerf wars. Isa and Chance had rule over the woods as they were one of the most...and she means the most troublesome pair in the town aside from the Unholy Trinity which contains Ashley, Ivy, and Dustin.

She feels Chance grabbing her and pulling her off of Reid commenting that this was an family friendly establishment. She smirked "You expect me to keep my hands off of this piece of hotness. Baby boy come on darlin'." She pouts and giving Chance an annoyed look as she moves to stand besides him but then smiles as Chance throws an arm around her shoulder. Isa gives him a kiss on the cheek as she stands beside him. Chance was her best friend, her family, the kid who got on a bus to visit her in juvie as many times she got herself thrown inside the building. He was everything to her. She will never leave him, he will always be her one and only. "Well we need to get my baby a funnel cake, then we can go and cause some trouble before hiding in woods." She looks at Chance and Reid before grabbing Chance's hand. "Sounds good?"

waterfront.

flirty and happy.

xxx

Chance ALittleRedLie Reid Dazzle

coded by natasha.

 

[lion.]

MOOD: excited, teasing

OUTFIT: - here

LOCATION: In front of Harper's house

basics

MENTIONS:
Chimney Swift

INT:
Dazzle

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Zachary Lee

Surf's up.

A little learning is a dangerous thing.

I am reserving the title best friends for people who actually tell me things and treat me and others with human decency.

For several sixtieth seconds of some minutes, he was a cloud-watcher. Thickly pensive, his bright dark blues, fugitive by each fiber that belongs to an iris, were rereading the white text. The message she left was not like vapor which soft stroked the start of guessing games with clouds. But, in it’s own way, her text still had it’s own domain of a sky in it’s blue text bubble. It too, like clouds whifting by, was baseless enough for Zachary Lee to ponder. Zach read her text not once but twice over, conspicuously brooding his leaden fingers over the keyboard. Overlong by too many counts of time, he finally flexed his phalanges, spreading them over the keyboard and motoring them to type out.

And, what about those that can’t?

Somehow, unintelligbly, he was grinning down at his phone when he typed.

What will you ever do with me then, Harper Anderson?

He was in an nonordinary German-made sports car, the sort that rippled to people directly like light did to moths. His head was rolled back against the leather headrest and the brought-down descript black-tinted windows aligned against his proud grecian nose.

Backspacing, he deleted the message he had typewritten. He was about to send a different response when his phone buzzed.

So I’m guessing I should just go to the festival myself then, right?

His lips fell into the moderation of a Casanova smile, although to call him Casanova would be too thoughtful: his heart was not in the right place and generally acknowledged he was not after love. Just as he was about to step out of his car to get Harper, he saw her closing the door out of her house. The last of the couple messages from Max fitted across his screen.

...go for it.

The stream-lined opaqueness of the sun captured Harper in warm sepias through his shades. She was coy in her scorched walk which strangers labelled demure, and there was something deservingly clever in the density of the episodic blinking of her eyes. His elbow spilled over his car’s window, and he called out across her lawn, “Harper Anderson, are you ready for our date?”

If she really cared about the neighbors, she could find a way to shut him up.

Seeing was believing, and Zachary Lee wanted to be first when it came to bringing smoke without the fire.

“I know I’m late, but you really didn’t think I was going to let you get away with going alone to the festival, right?” He purposefully retorted, “You know that in bumper cars the only person who I want to crash into is you-”

Nostalgically, he arched over to open the passenger’s door from the inside of his car, “Accidents. Our first couple meets were accidents, weren’t they?”

Flicking his shades down, he seemed so confidently golden when he outwardly said, “That’s why you’re only bound to accidentally fall for me tonight too.”

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: annoyed/confused

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: Outside her house

basics

MENTIONS:
Chimney Swift (Max)
LowkeyLovingLoki (Levi)
Elf_Ruler ( L Lemon )

INT:
lion. (@Zach)

tags

TL;DR Being picked up by Zach/getting to the festival

tl;dr

Harper Anderson

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

Harper had finally given up on waiting on Zach, she didn’t even understand what had made her want to wait for him. Harper still surprised herself that she was friends with him on the daily. Zach was narcistic and self-absorbed on a good day. The complete opposite of Harper, though she had seen a side of Zach that was more hurt than he would ever let on.

She quietly closed the wooden front door behind her, balancing the glass one on her back as she turned her key in in the lock. Harper had snuck by her father who laid passed out on the couch, one of the many places he would crash after a long night.

Telling her friends that he had a long night of work, that was what he had been up to, while she knew the truth. Hayden knew the truth. Her father had taken the loss of their mother hard, she tried to help him. But he only kept pushing her further away. He only kept burying himself deeper and deeper into himself, until there was only a shell of the father she once knew.

She had been rather stuck in her own brain rather all morning, between Zach and Max going at it, and the cryptic messages they both kept sending Harper was left rather confused.

Tucking a single loose strand of hair behind her ear as she watched her feet as she walked down the stairs towards her car that was parked in the driveway, only to hear Zach’s voice call over to her. Lifting her head the messy haired blonde boy leaned out the window of his car. Harper could only smirk as she shook her head calling out. “You wish this was a date.” Turning away from her own car she headed straight towards Zach’s as he opened the passenger door for her.

“Wow, after all this time, you would of at least thought you would of bothered to brush your hair.” She chuckled as she sat down in the passenger seat, reaching behind her to grab the seat belt and clicking it into place.

Harper would have been okay if she had gone alone to the festival, but it was better to go with a friend. Maybe she could of met up with Max, she was sure that Levi wouldn’t have minded. Though she always felt odd around Lemon and Levi when they were together. She felt like she was intruding on something whenever she was with them. Maybe she was just seeing things, but she always felt like the odd one out because of it.

“You’re such a jerk.” She rolled her eyes as she leaned her head back against the head rest of the car. Harper didn’t really think Zach was a jerk, most of the time. She knew he liked to get under her skin, joke around, trying to get a rise out of her. It wasn’t long before she started to throw the jokes back at him.

Pressing her lips together she tilted her head furrowing her eyebrows at him. “I am pretty sure that they don’t have bumper cars.” Harper was sure that there was some underlying inuendo that Zach hard been trying to get at, but Harper wasn’t going to ask him to spell that one out. She didn’t need to instigate his suggestive tendencies any further.

“Accidents or unfortunate events. Depends on who you’re asking.” She shrugged, turning to face out the window.

“Oh Zach.” She didn’t turn to face him, she continued to stare at the house, almost like she was waiting for something to happen. “This is real life, not your dreamscape.” She bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her smile from growing too big. “The festival isn’t at my house, so are you going to drive or?” She raised her eyebrows as she turned to face Zach who only chuckled as he put his car into drive.

----​

It wasn’t a long drive to the wharf, the bright colored tents and the smell of fried dough. Music filled the streets along with the lively chatter. Zach of course had to park his car as far away as possible. Not that he had much of a choice, as most of the parking had been filled as the festival was much underway at that point. But Zach would only say that it was to protect his car, keep it from getting hit by “nobody” cars, not because they were so late.

“If you start shit with Max while we are here, I will walk home.” Harper closed the passenger side door as she walked over to Zach to join him on the sidewalk. “He already wants to leave.” Harper only heard half the story, and most of it didn’t make sense. Max and Zach seemed to like to leave out important details, for reasons that Harper didn’t understand. Whether it was to protect her, or because they had some weird boys conversations that they didn’t want to know about. She had no idea.

“We are here to have fun, Zach.” She chewed on the side of her cheek, looking up at the blonde-haired blue-eyed boy, looking for some reassurance that he wouldn’t start shit. Not that she thought it would mean anything, Zach did what Zach wanted. Always.

code by valen t.

 

[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Drunk

OUTFIT: Yes and the socks

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Waterfront

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:

Ashley tamarapasek

Ivy/Oliver Chimney Swift

Winona ALittleRedLie

Jacob Dazzle

tags

TL;DR: The mean girls corrupt their boy

tl;dr

Dustin Thackery

Check yes, Juliet
Kill the limbo, I'll keep tossing rocks at your window

"The biggest loser in town. That's me," Dustin made a big show of adjusting the collar on his doofy Hawaiian shirt, jokingly preening at all the snarky comments as if they were high praise. In truth, Ashley's relentless teasing never bothered him. He was always tickled to death that such a cute girl would go out of her way to craft so many clever insults just for him, and he was happy to bask in the attention she gave him.

In fact, Dustin enjoyed the attention from both of the mean girls immensely, even though Ivy was much freer with her bizarre insults, as she handed them out readily to anyone who would listen. His longtime crush and best friend status with Ashley made her bullying feel more intimate, however, like a fun flirtation hidden in some kind of spiteful code, though he wasn't completely sure she ever actually meant any of it that way.

Dustin's eyes widened in suprise when Ivy shook her tumbler at him, pressuring him to take a drink. He'd never imbibed a drop of alcohol in his life...was the festival, in public, the best place for him to do this? He felt like this was something he should run by his girlfriend first. Not exactly to get her permission, but...he just felt like meeting up with Nona inexplicably drunk out of nowhere had the potential for an Angry Girlfriend. But Ashley's teasing about how he was too much if a goody two-shoes to drink was just too tempting to prove wrong. Plus Ashley and Ivy didn't look all that drunk, and they were smaller than him. He could just have a sip or two and probably be totally fine, right?

The bottle was quickly snatched out of Ivy's hand before Ashley could get hold if it, and Dustin took a huge swig, failing to anticipate how much it would burn all the way down. "Oh fuck," He wheezed, the only words he managed to choke out while having a wimpy coughing fit, eyes watering. Unfortunately, this didn't stop him drinking more of the stuff, the trio passing the bottle back and forth amongst themselves as they wandered the festival.

It didn't take long until Dustin was visibly drunk, staggering around, laughing at nothing and endlessly chattering nonsense, cheeks pink and speech slurred. "This is so fuuunn! I love you guuys." As if unable to contain the sentiment any longer, he suddenly grabbed Ashley up in an overzealous hug by the waist, playfully swinging her around. "Ashleeeyyy!!" Clearly wanting to hold onto her for longer, Dustin gave her an affectionate squeeze before reluctantly placing her back down again. "Ivy...Ivy, c'mere, you need a hug too," He slurred and clumsily waved the smaller girl over, hoping to coax her into a hug of her own volition; even in his drunken state Dustin knew there was a chance he might get punched or something if he tried the same thing with Ivy.

He was eventually distracted from his quest for hugs by the sight of a familiar group a short distance away. Dustin took off ahead of his companions and sprinted up to them, headed for the taller girl. "Winono!!" Upon reaching her, he quickly scooped Winnie up in his arms before she could protest, cradling her as if she was his very own newlywed bride, about to carry her across the threshold. "Nonoooo I missed you!" He slurred excitedly while giving her 500 kisses all over her face. Dustin gently replaced her back on her feet but couldn't seem to let go of her, instead pulling Winnie into a hug, kissing her forehead lovingly. "Hiiiii!"

As the girls he ran ahead of joined the group, Dustin finally seemed to take notice of the rest of the crew surrounding Winnie. "Dudes!! Hey!" He pointed to the trio of Oliver, Jacob, and Tabitha trying to hide behind them both, giving them a friendly wave. He absolutely would have tried to hug all three of them, even poor Oli, if his arms weren't already so content with his girl finally in them.

code by valen t.