Westbrook Season 2

[LittleCal]

⤜SONJA⤛​

TW: Transphobia​

Erin seemed surprised by the revelation, and if she was honest, Sonja was surprised that she’d handled it so well. Was this really tame for the kind of things Hazel usually pulled? It’s not like she would have known. She pursed her lips, trying to look calm as she took another sip of her beer. Telling this chick about it might have been the right move after all- she was practically studying Sonja, flicking her eyes up and down with that same neutral expression. Sonja felt a little exposed by the way she was being analyzed, but in the best way possible.

Though she somehow kept her expression calm, her heart hammered in her chest. Looks like the party was worth it after all, if she wasn’t reading Erin wrong.

It wasn’t until she caught the frown that she realized she was reading Erin wrong. Shit. That was not the tone of someone who was hoping to get between her legs. That was the voice of someone who was about to call her something nasty and punch Sonja for making a pass at her. As if Sonja could have known the girl dressed like a drag king with a shaved fucking head was straight. Sonja scoffed, setting down her bottle with a roll of her eyes. “Like you have any room to talk,” she said. Her lips curled into a tight sneer as she glared down at the other girl.

mikaluvkitties

 

[Cosmos]

"Oh um-" She stuttered a little, taken aback by the question, but secretly glad she wasn't being a burden- at least by the others words. Slowly she clasped her hands together in her lap and let out a soft smile, glancing down. "I have this uh, 'condition'.... It um, My parents moved us here so they could try and treat it better." She replied, giving a small shrug, not wanting to bore the other with endless details of what exactly it was, after all the wheelchair was kiiiiinda an indicator.

"Are there many new kids? I mean, I guess I'm kinda just looking to not be that much of a weirdo on my first day at school. I only even found out about this party through a twitter post so- yeah." she continued, giggling a little as she looked around once more. She heard the click of a tongue in a tone and what seemed to be pretty aggressive words between a uh, guy? and a girl.

Something inside her clicked, maybe the adrenaline of the party or something else but she felt like she could do something. Rolling a little over and going in front of the person she thought was a guy, "Ay, leave them alone okay?" she said, giving a rather pathetic looking glare as she spoke, looking up at what would normally be an intimidating girl to her. Her heart was speeding in her chest, her throat felt bubbly and anxious though full of words she wanted to say. It felt- good.

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mikaluvkitties Winona LittleCal

 

[Dede]

Stu

He was stupid. Stupid to get in trouble with Elise. Stupid to sneak away to this party. Stupid to pick a fight with Kanen... The list goes on. But he couldn’t help being stupid. The first three letters of it were in his name. He was destined for a life of stupid, and the life of stupid was destined for him.

So, being the stupid, freak-accident-of-nature that he was, he crossed his stupid arms and looked up stupidly and his stupid eyes fell on a girl. A not so stupid girl. It was Audra, and Audra was intelligent, pretty, nice, and all that. She definitely wasn’t stupid, so why would she even want to talk to him?

But for some reason, she did, and her coming up to him with a wide smile made him feel a little bit better about himself. Yeah, he had really hoped to see Audra tonight, but not like this. How embarrassing that she had to find him sitting outside in the night all by his lonely self, when there was a party going on inside!

‘N– no, nothing’s wrong...’ He replied with a nervous stammer. ‘...It just got a bit loud inside, that’s all.’

What? He was kind of put on the spot. He’d need more time if he were to come up with a better excuse.

He returned Audra a small smile, making some space for her on the bench. Would she really want to sit down with him?

’I .. I was heading back inside anyway... Well, soon.’

Hey, quit the stammering, loser. You’re not Casper.

‘I didn’t know you were coming–’ he said, a bit more composed now. ‘It’s just, I um– I forgot to bring a present, for JJ. I didn’t know it was her birthday until now, so I guess... I’m hoping she won’t find me out here.’

He laughed. ‘It’s stupid, I know... But everyone's brought presents.’ Well, at least that was a better excuse. He really didn’t want to be talking about Kanen right now.

PenguinFox

 

[mikaluvkitties]

Aaron

TW : Transphobia​

Aaron ignored the girl in the wheelchair, tapping his thigh once, then twice as his face fell flatter. He took another sip of his beer.

This beer wasn’t even good enough to be worth all this, was it? Today had just been hit after hit, and his bed- Hell, even his house as a whole- beckoned. He wasn’t going to get drunk tonight- At least, not the way he’d like- and a vague tinge of aggravation shot through him at the thought, but hey, he could just get high tomorrow. That would probably feel better, anyways. And if he really got desperate, he knew where his parents kept the good shit anyways.

He drained the last of his beer, still running over that single sentence from this stupid girl again and again, heart squeezing in a way he’d rather not examine as he walked around the bitch silently, setting the can on the counter as he fought the urge to hunch up, exiting the kitchen keen on finding his brother and leaving.

It occurred to him vaguely that this was exactly what Hazel had probably wanted, that she was winning right now, but Aaron couldn't be bothered to care. He just wanted to go home and have this stupid night be done with.

Of course, then he had to catch sight of- He didn’t even want to think the name, to see her face. Regret and disgust shot through his stomach. He thought it couldn't get any worse, but then her eyes locked with his, and his stomach dropped.

He couldn’t do this.

Everything was too much all at once, and his legs were threatening to come to a sputtering stop, and nowhere here was safe. He couldn’t even step outside to catch a breath without risking an onslaught of contact from those who had it out for Aaron’s blood when he hadn’t even done anything.

His eyes stung.

Stupid Hazel. Stupid Drake. Stupid- Stupid everything- Especially him.

Had he really thought he could just go somewhere and have a nice time? It didn’t work like that. He wasn’t allowed to just enjoy himself. He couldn’t even just exist in the same place as others. Because what? They didn't think he was worthy? God, why couldn't people just leave him be?

It took him a second to realize the lump in his throat was because he was about to cry.

He shut his eyes tight, ducking his head to steady himself before he turned to the hallway next to him and walked much more calmly than he thought possible down, fingers trailing against the wall in a desperate attempt at grounding as he prayed he could gather himself just enough to leave.

LittleCal Winona Cosmos​

 

[Winona]

Ava


When Jules relaxed, Ava relaxed. She looked over at her friend, a smile on her face while she waited for JJ to blow out the candle. Afterwards, she pulled the candle out of the cupcake, licking the frosting off of it before she decided that hey, they might as well have a little fun right? A wicked grin crossed her face, and then Ava shoved the cupcake in JJ's face.

It brought her back to when they were kids. Yeah, Ava shoving cake and frosting into JJ's face on her birthday was not a new thing, and she hoped that it would bring some kind of smile to her friend's face.

"Happy birthday." Ava said with a little laugh.

Soap​

 

[Soap]

Greyson

Greyson was more than glad Audra was willing to take him to the party. This was a perfect chance where he could get to know her-- and the rest of his classmates, obviously. A slight sense of alarm shook through him at the bodyguard when there was presents for entry. Well, that was just terrible but presents were presents, so maybe Grey sees the whole point in it. But is it really a gift if it's forced? Thankfully Audra had given the gift for them both.

He offered her a kind smile and they continued to the backyard, and Grey kind of just stood there while Audra continued being a social butterfly, chatting and laughing with all these people. It seemed so easy for her and... he felt left out. Once Audra excused herself to go talk to some boy, he wasn't about to lie and say he didn't feel bad about it. But of course a girl that pretty would already have a boyfriend.

"Uh, I'm just gonna..." The small group of people weren't even paying attention to him at this point and Greyson didn't see the sense in continuing his words. "Okay cool." He spun around and made his way back inside. He shouldn't of came and just stood at home. Well, it wasn't home, home. But it was a nice apartment. Or at least just hung out at the hospital, not that there was anyone there to really entertain him, but even his comatose half-sister made him feel less lonely than a party full of people he didn't know.

He got away from most of the crowd and found himself roaming the hallways, staring at all these family photos. They seemed nice.

It reminded him of what's been on his mind all these months. If his father would've just came clean, or at least just... cared enough. Maybe he would've had a shot at a slightly dysfunctional but... a real family. Not one that kept secrets.

A flash of blonde hair shook him out of his thoughts when he noticed who it was. "Sawyer?!" He walked closer towards her and bent down to her eye level. No, he didn't know her well. But he knew that her and Grace were close. "Hey, is something wrong?" Real smart, of course something's wrong. The scary chick is crying. Despite not being close, he wasn't going to leave the girl in the hallway alone.

"What happened?"

KingofAesir

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[Winona]

Drake

Hands shaking, head pounding, Drake had headed home. His hands were shaking as he fumbled through the drawers for Mason's "emergency" cigarettes and lighter. Once they were found, he lit one of the cigarettes and then let it dangle from his mouth as he headed into the bathroom, shoving the cigarette box and lighter into his jeans.

His hands closed around the pill bottle and he looked down at it for a moment, at his name on the side. Drake shook his head, shoving that into his other pocket and then he headed out. He was rubbing at his arms, at his hands, pulling at his shirt, his fingers tapping against his sides nervously. This was a horrible idea, wasn't it? But it was an idea that Drake wanted to go through with. He really did, because this was all he knew. And it had been so long, and Drake was tired of dreaming.

Drake stopped outside of the apartment building. His mother's apartment building. He hadn't been planning on coming here, but he wanted to see her. His mother may have sucked in a lot of ways and been a terrible mother to the three of them -- even going as far as to lose total custody of her eldest daughter, not that she fought for it.

As Drake started up the steps to his mother's apartment, his memories trailed back to being a little kid. Most of his memories centered around Mason -- Mason making Drake food, Mason comforting Drake when he had a nightmare, Mason teaching Drake to hide in the closet and not come out, no matter how much Mason screamed. His brother had always made it his mission to keep Drake safe, and Drake had gone to bed many nights without a bruise while his brother had laid beside him, with black eyes and broken skin.

Drake's sister had never done that for either of them. Instead, she had constantly been throwing them under the bus. Leaving them to be beaten for her shortcomings, until their dad had taken her away.

Or... Mason had told Drake that he and his sister had shared a father, but Drake didn't know. Not that he could even remember what the guy had looked like, although Reyna's memory was still there, clinging in his memory.

His hand closed around the doorknob, and he was surprised to find the door unlocked. Drake turned the knob and pushed the door in. Nothing but silence met him. Frowning, Drake stepped in, and he found the living room completely bare. Completely empty. The couch, the TV, the bottles -- everything was gone.

Footsteps sounded from the other room, and he watched as a dark-haired woman stepped out.

"Reyna?"

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Reyna

"Hey Drake. Mom's dead."

And yeah, when her mother died, Reyna hadn't expected to be told, or to really even have to be involved. Her mother had tried to reach out to her throughout the years, but Reyna had ignored the hopeless texts and calls, the Facebook messages and emails. How she even managed to find so many ways of communicating with Reyna Martin was beyond her.

But when she got the call from Westbrook that her mother had been found dead -- a drug overdose, what a shocker -- but that they were unable to get a hold of Mason or Drake, Reyna's curiosity had peeked. So she'd packed up her things, taken a break from college, and then flew out immediately to tie up the loose ends of her mother's passing.

Which included trying to find her brothers, one of which now stood in front of her. Drake looked the same as he always had, albeit much bigger -- but he still had that hopeless little puppy dog look in his eyes.

"Where have you been? How's Mason and my niece?"

Okay, so for all that Reyna had tried to distance herself from Mason and Drake, she hadn't been able to. Hell, Reyna had even stayed in touch with Mason throughout the years, although he had asked her not to talk to Drake. To leave Drake alone, to leave Drake out of this, because he had always been too worried about what her rocky presence would do to Drake's already unsteady life.

Mason was a fucking baby.​

 

[Soap]

Evie

Evie gave her a weird look as she clarified her name. No way those two would've been friends in high school. At least in Evie's opinion they wouldn't be, Grace seemed like the school slut-- Okay, that's overkill. She didn't even know her. But she's been sleeping for four months so, she wouldn't really count out the whole sleeping around thing. Heh. See what she did there? Sorry, back on point to explaining to Adriane.

"I don't know."

No one said she was a good storyteller. But nevertheless, with a sigh Evie continued. "I heard the nurses saying she got into a car crash. It wasn't even her fault too. But her ugly parents seem perfectly okay, so I guess she was in there with someone else." The small girl shrugged, scooting closer to Adriane-- not because they were friends, because she was going to fall off the bed if she didn't. "She has a whole bunch of flowers in her room it's so gross."

Evie hated flowers, she never wanted them in her room. So if she ever got any, just expect her to throw it out, because she totally did not ever want those.

Ever.

Winona​

 

[0k_mang0]

sebastian

Location: JJ’s party
Mention: Misfits Winona , Elf_Ruler , PenguinFox
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Somehow, Sebastian got separated from his group shortly after they entered the house, like a child getting lost in a crowded mall. He bumped into a few party guests along the way, and the next thing he knew, he lost sight of his friends. Why was this house so big? Who the hell needed this much space when the owners only had one kid?

For a few moments, he just stood there and watched party guests walk past him, trying to figure out what to do next. No one paid any attention to him. The mixture of music and people’s chatters surrounding him were loud and perhaps a bit obnoxious with some guests being visibly tipsy from alcohol, reminding him why he usually didn’t go to these events.

Sighing out a restless huff, Sebastian weaved his way through the room and managed to find a snack table (not in the kitchen, so he didn’t know what had happened there). He didn’t feel like eating, though, and he couldn’t find a drink that was non-alcoholic. But then, a tall, broad-shouldered guy in a brown leather jacket and black shirt wrapped an arm around Sebastian’s shoulder like they were old buddies and put a red plastic cup in his hand.

“To blend in,” Brown-jacket guy said in his ear. “Don’t worry, it’s not something you don’t seem like you want.” Sebastian looked down in his cup and took a cautious sip. The stranger was right: genuine clear, tasteless water half-filled the cup. It was basically reversed method of what Ash did with putting vodka in a water bottle.

Before Sebastian could thank him Brown Leather Jack Guy lightly shoved him away with a friendly pat on the shoulder and walked away, saying, “Enjoy the party!” as he disappeared in the crowd. That was random, Sebastian thought. With a cup of fake liquor in hand and unsure what to do again, he sat down on an empty couch spot, and just quietly there occasionally glancing at people walking by him.

colby

Location: JJ's party
Message for interaction​

That brown leather jacket guy was Colby Katzmeir, sauntering in the house with a dark-tinted beer bottle in hand after finishing a good deed of helping out a clueless sophomore (Sebastian).

Colby was only at JJ’s birthday party on a whim. Earlier, he stopped by at Target for a little grocery shopping, and when he checked his phone he saw a Twitter post that basically invited anyone available to go. He had nothing else to do later, so he bought an eight-dollar mug that said Slay the Day with a gift bag, gave it to the bodyguard named Luke and reminded him not to break it because brawny jocks were dense to remember sometimes, and now here he was. He was only at the party for free drinks and to occupy his boredom. However, he planned on not getting too drunk tonight because he had to drive himself home later.

But like the first week of the school year and since moving back to Westbrook, nothing eventful happened to Colby at the party yet. He heard about an incident in the kitchen but found nothing besides a ruined cake when he got there – free cake was another reason for being here. He chatted with a few guests and harmlessly flirted with a few girls that weren’t his type for only a short time before walking away because, well, they weren’t his type.

Maybe he should go home soon. But at the same time, Colby convinced himself to stay a little longer, thinking he might bump into someone—hopefully not literally because that was starting to look like an epidemic in this weird town—that he might know before he’d left Westbrook 6 years ago. He wasn’t as small and scrawny as he used to be, so the chances of anyone recognizing him seemed pretty low.

 

[Winona]

Zander

He had heard the whole thing -- or, at least, the end of it. Zander tried to mind his own business and just keep drinking his beer, but it was hard to ignore. He tried to tell himself that if it hadn't been for this being JJ's party, he would've stepped in, but... Fuck, that probably wasn't true. For all his fake strength, Zander was honestly just a scared little kid hoping people would leave him alone.

The guy was walking off-- that is, the guy that they had been teasing and calling a girl. Zander decided that maybe later was better than never, so he took off to go and defend that guy and just... Talk to him or something, but not without making a pit stop first.

"You two are lucky this is my brother's girlfriend's birthday party. Otherwise I'd curb stomp your heads into hell where you belong." He spat in disgust at the two girls, and then took off after the guy into that empty, quiet hallway.

By now, the guy was about halfway down the hallway. "Hey," he called after him. "Don't let them get to you. It's what they want and it'll just encourage them."

mikaluvkitties LittleCal​

 

[Soap]

Raven

“Right, cheerleader extraordinaire." Raven nodded, placing the bottle back down. She had to admit she was only curious. There was a reason why she didn’t take the drink besides being designated driver, Laurel didn’t want to spit out whatever truth there was behind it, or give into her obvious temptations. The brunette wasn’t going to push.

Her thoughts wandered back towards Alaska before they drifted straight towards Mason. “I’m interested though, how do you know about me?” There was no way a bunch of cheerleaders were gossiping about her.

Unless Raven flirted with one of their boyfriends, she doesn’t expect them to.

Suddenly it all made sense.

“Did Mason tell you about me?”

mikaluvkitties​

 

[LittleCal]

⤜SONJA⤛​

TW: Transphobia​

For a moment- one beautiful, blessed moment- Sonja had almost forgotten that this conversation had been in the middle of a crowded party, not off on their own where she really wished she were. Sure, this was a public party and everyone was drunk enough to not give a shit about manners, but it didn’t stop her expression from darkening when some blonde bitch rolled- literally rolled- right up in between her and Erin to cut their conversation off. Erin barely seemed to notice her, instead draining the rest of her can and walking away without another word.

Honestly, Sonja should have followed Erin’s lead, but leaving without a parting shot had never been her style. “Don’t bother,” she sneered down at the girl. “She’s not gonna fuck you, if that’s what you’re going for.”

She flinched at another voice adding to the pile, this one from some douchey-looking guy with gagued ears. JJ’s boyfriend’s brother, or some shit like that. It didn’t matter- he was already trailing off down the hall before she could get off a retort. She rolled her eyes, leaving her mostly-empty bottle on the counter and sidestepping to grab a new bottle before storming off. The fucker’s voice was just barely audible as he called after Erin, and Sonja gave a low snort as she wove her way out of the room. Yeah, good luck with that, buddy. Maybe Erin would be so damn impressed with his knight-in-shining-armor act that she’d give him the chance that Sonja would never get.

Sonja pried the beer cap off with her teeth. Hazel had better pray she didn’t find her.

Cosmos , mentioned: mikaluvkitties Winona

 

[Twin Fantasy]

May Gu

It was a bad night. Alcohol was nasty, and May didn't feel very good. The shit on Twitter was just the icing on the poison cake, which had May blindly staggering outside only to find nothing there but a blue car blaring its alarm. Her chest was tight. That stupid bodyguard didn't do anything!

She stepped back inside. The party vibe wasn't going anywhere. Don't these people care? May wondered. Perhaps this was their way of blotting out the negativity. Her father, her real one, was just that sort. She refused to talk about him other than noting his drunkenness, but stating that he most likely meant well, and it wasn't his fault. Westbrook was a broken town, just like her broken dad, and May felt an odd sense of obligation to glue it back together. Each shattered piece a diamond, each shard a nugget of solid gold.

As she ducked through the crowd, putting her hood up, her hip bumped into another person. Her father always called her 'a bit thick', and he meant her skull, but May always wondered if it applied to her hips. It seemed like, despite her rectangular build, she managed to slam her ass into everything. She turned to the girl, hastily signing:

'I AM SORRY'

'I AM MUTE, NOT DEAF'

'WILL BE MORE CAREFUL'

Then, she put on a wary smile.

// mikaluvkitties //​

 

[a z u l a]

Chase

"I believe that weirdo might have been my little sister." Chase chuckled, imagining that there weren't many other people who had been thrown into the pond on the first day. It was Westbrook, so you never really knew. How both of his siblings had ended up in the principal's office was beyond him, but trouble seemed to cling to the twins no matter where they went. It was weird not going to the same school as them now, though he still worried about them just as much, if not more.

"Really? I didn't take you for a troublemaker. Maybe you should hangout with my siblings instead of me." He joked, though he was surprised because Noah did not look like the kind of kid who ended up in the principal's office. Noah was already one of the nicest people Chase had met in Westbrook, not that it was a very hard thing to accomplish. Most people in Westbrook seemed to seek out the drama and saw themselves as better than everyone else. Noah seemed down to earth, and he looked forward to getting to be friends with him.

"The first week of college wasn't bad, it's a lot harder than high school though." Chase shrugged, he was glad that university was more serious than high school had been. Everyone was so focused on school that they didn't have time for drama.

mogy​

 

[Soap]

Juliette

Juliette expected a 'your welcome' or something of the sort, but no. All JJ got was a cupcake to the face. "Hey!" She gasped, with last look in the mirror she decided it was official-- she looked like a disaster. "So mean." Juliette held back a smile and wiped the remaining pink frosting from her cheeks. This small moment with Ava had been the highlight of her night. Everything else clearly didn't go according to plan.

Not that she planned this moment with Ava, and if Juliette was being honest-- a lot of good things happened when she was with Ava.

Jules turned to face her with a small sigh, and everything got quiet. It was weird how they started off high school apart and as enemies. JJ doesn't even remember why she hated her in the first place. Maybe because... the redhead didn't want anything to do with her? But whatever the case was, it was in the past. Who they were to each other back then enemies, friends, who cared. The past didn't really matter now.

She mattered.

"You have uh..."

Jules lifted her hand gently to Ava's face, wiping the corner of her lip where the frosting once stood.

"Frosting." The smallest breath left her and for some reason, Juliette didn't feel the need to remove her hand just yet.

Winona



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[PenguinFox]

Parker hadn't been expecting an interrogation today. In fact he didn't have any on his calendar for this week. He simply looked at his cousin and shrugged casually. "Maybe. It's not always about the hustle. Besides so what if I am?" Parker honestly didn't see a problem with sleeping with every girl he came across. So long as they gave consent it was fair game. That was probably why Camden didn't get laid as often as him. He was too sensitive. He cared about feelings and stupid shit like that. Who gave a fuck if someone was a 'decent person' or whatever? Were they hot, and did they have loose morals and standards; that's what mattered.

Parker let out a sigh as his cousin questioned him further. "I'll put it to you this way; Steak is great. But eating steak every night is tiresome and makes the steak less great. You can't keep doing the same thing...or in my case type of people, over and over again. It gets old." he took a glance back to Gia's house. When he looked back to his cousin a small smirk rested on his face. "I'm trying because she's not like the rest. It's a challenge." and Parker Bates enjoyed a good challenge.

Before Camden could push Parker anymore the pair got into his car and headed off to the party. When they arrived Parker noticed the bouncer and he gave Camden a look. "I've got this, don't worry." he strolled up to the guy confidently and was about to pull out a fake ID when he asked for a present for JJ. "Oh..present? Yeah of course..." there was a moment of embarrassment for the misunderstanding before Parker grinned and tossed the guy a small box. "Trojan. Birthday girl might need 'em." he pointed his thumb to Camden. "He's with me. You're going to let him through." he glared the bouncer down to show that that wasn't a question.

Once inside Parker took a cursory glance around. "Step one find some chicks that look easy, step two profit, step three...well there is no step three." he said as he made his way to the drink table and pounded a beer. He gave Camden a pat on the back as he spotted some possible targets. "Watch this. I'll try to get them both, one for you, one for me. Wait here." he confidently strolled over to the pair and grinned. "Hey. You two having a good time?" he had his best grin spread on his face. Elf_Ruler Twin Fantasy mikaluvkitties {feel free to ignore until you're ready}

 

[High5ives]

He was in a bad mood after Stu, suddenly hearing about Ash disappearing had put him into a worse mood. Surrounded by alcohol that he couldn't drink. Surrounded by people he didn't like. This whole party was turning Kanen into a pressure cooker full of nails and gasoline. Sooner or later, he was going to blow. It wasn't a question of 'If'. Just when and for what reason.

Kanen had slinked away to some corner, burying himself in his phone. Anything for a distraction, but Murphy's Law is kinda a dick. Scrolling through in a bad mood made getting into a fight inevitable, the fact that Mason was the on the other end of the argument was just dumb luck. He'd work just fine for a punching bag. A much needed opportunity to blow off some steam. He frankly didn't give flying fuck about parole. Fuck it. Beating Mason unconscious was worth sitting in a fucking cell. Shit, why not just go for gold and get a fucking murder charge!? Who cares anymore! Westbrook was making Vegas look less like The Devils Playground and more like a Preschool Jungle gym.

Setting his phone down, Kanen peeled off his denim shirt and tossed it on the ground. After that point, it was decided. He was getting violent, regardless of whether or not JJ said the party was over. He'd been good the past week! Time for a reward right!? Not like being good had made any sort of fucking difference! No! It didn't matter if he tried to be better! No matter what he did, everyone just saw him as soe violent addict! Why fight it?! Who cares!? Fuck it all! Specifically, fuck Mason!

Kanen had come up behind Mason like a shark rising from the deep. Just like that, Kanen was on him, grabbing the back of Mason’s shirt and slingshotting him back towards the crowd of teenagers on the dance floor. A couple of underclassmen panicked, practically diving out of the way before Mason’s rear end hit the ground.

“Did you think I was fucking joking?” Kanen spoke. No yelling. No snarls. This wasn’t Kanen lashing out in a drunken rage. There wouldn’t be any sloppy swings or stumbling feet. Kanen was sober and fucking pissed. More than he wanted to drink or get high, he just wanted Mason to hurt. If he could drink his own sense away, Kanen was more than happy to beat it out of someone else.

The toe of Kanen’s pointed dress shoes cut through the air before digging itself into the side of Mason’s ribcage.

“You wanna start shit online? Ight, I’m here now. Fucking do something Mason!” Kanen went on. As much as Kanen wanted to beat Mason within an inch of his life, some broken part of Kanen wanted to get hit too.

He was so tired.

So tired of feeling numb all the time.

For the love of god. Feeling knuckles cracking against his cheekbones had to be better than nothing at all.

“C’mon! Get up! You want to act like you’re hot shit, fucking prove it now!” His voice snapped like a whip. Trying to urge Mason into a fight, Kanen snatched a drink from one of the shocked onlookers and poured it in a cascade over Mason. “Get your sorry ass up and fucking hit me! You limp-dick little bitch! Fucking stand up, raise your fucking fists, and hit me!”

Winona ​

 

[Winona]

Mason

Maybe he could've been a little less cryptic, or maybe he could've been a little less stupid -- but fuck it, it was Mason. And he'd just caught sight of Laurel and Raven outside, talking to each other, and he immediately started getting worried about what Laurel was up to. Although he was sure that most of what he was worried about was completely ridiculous, he was also worried about Laurel... fucking something up. Hey, she had said that she wanted Ash did, and then Ash got beat and disappeared. Probably disappeared and DIED. Coincidence? ... Probably, but Mason was still a little fucking put off, and what he'd told Laurel earlier worried him.

Mason hadn't wanted her thinking that there was anything between him and Raven, even if there fucking was, because Mason didn't want there to be. Not anymore, or... maybe he did. It was Raven, and throughout the years Mason had been with a lot of girls. Usually breakups went smoothly, or one night stands and he wouldn't think about them again. Done and done. But with Raven? It hadn't been like that. Fuck, he hadn't even wanted to just fuck her. He'd just wanted to be with her.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, and then he was on Twitter. Everyone was freaked about fucking Ash, which felt like overkill to him. If he had freaked out every time that Drake or his mom or Adriane had disappeared then, well, Mason would never sleep. Mason would never have a moment to himself, because it always felt like someone was disappearing without a trace. But did he get freaked out? Did he call the police? Did he start a fucking search party?

Of course, he probably shouldn't have pushed Kanen much farther but at the same time, why did Kanen fucking care? Mason had known that he was friends with Ash, but he'd also heard about the whole incident involving a sauce pan and some comments between Kanen and Ash. And then hadn't she gotten him arrested? So why the fuck was he acting like he cared?

Mason pushed it a little too far, and he was still looking at his phone when someone grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him backwards. He was surprised, but then he saw the tattoos and knew exactly what he'd done. Everything else that happened was too fucking fast for him to react, and then he was being kicked in the ribs and now he was covered in beer. Great. Laurel wasn't going to let him in the car covered in beer. Fucking hell, as if his night couldn't get worse.

Finally, Mason was able to climb back to his feet. This time he was at least prepared, but for all of Mason's bravado, he wasn't much of a fighter. Maybe once upon a time, yeah, but these days he was just too tired to work up the energy and punch someone. And punching Kanen wasn't going to do fucking anything.

"I'm not going to fight you." He snapped. Let everyone say whatever they wanted about him backing down from a fight -- but Mason was not about to push his luck any farther with fucking Kanen. The guy had been part of the mafia, and then spent three months or some shit in prison. The dude probably knew how to kill him like ten different ways.

"Why the fuck are you even so pissed off? Since when did you care about what the fuck I said online?"

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[mikaluvkitties]

Aaron​

The words felt like they were swimming through static and Aaron realized dimly that that static might be the anxiety constantly drowning his brain coming to the forefront all at once.

As the words finally finished processing, an anger only further aggravated by the unease of his stomach and mind took hold.

“Yes. Surprisingly, I’m aware of that,” Aaron snapped, turning to glare at whoever the fuck this stranger was as his shoulders hunched up. His stomach knotted more and more as he glared, and finally, he turned to face him, biting out, “Have you come to lecture me or something?”

He paused, quiet for a long second, then slumped a bit, a kind of resignation taking hold of his face as he muttered, “Just make it quick.”

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Casper​

Casper peeked up at the sound of Chase’s voice, and his smile made him want to melt. He was so pretty- Too pretty, really. He was asking a question, and Casper wanted to answer- He really did- but his mouth still refused to work, dry and heavy.

Thankfully, Noah answered, and of course he mentioned the office. But he didn’t mention Casper, or the smoking, so Casper relaxed a tad, allowing himself a quiet giggle. Casper could finally think again, and he began organizing his thoughts as Chase answered.

He couldn’t help a giggle as Chase talked about his sister- And apparently Casper had met her! Sure, it had been brief, and Casper had been distracted, but that was really neat, right?

He ran his fingers through his hair as Chase discussed college, nodding as Chase discussed that place that felt almost mythical in proportions to Casper, wonderful and forever out of reach.

For a second, he let the idea of surviving somewhere harder than highschool drift through his mind, of going to college and actually succeeding. And then reality hit, and he remembered he’d be lucky to survive the entirety of high school.

He couldn’t help but curl in a bit more, asking hesitantly, “What classes are you taking?”

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Laurel​

Raven lowered the bottle, and the strain in Laurel’s smile loosened.

“Thanks.”

Of course, then Raven had to keep talking, and really, Laurel was going to respond, but then she got the clue, and Laurel sighed as she gave her a bitter smile, lowering to sit next to Raven.

“Not as much as he should have,” she admitted, debating whether to say more but, well, no one had ever complimented Laurel for her filter, even if they should have.

“Like, you only came up today, and he definitely underplayed whatever it was you two had going on. Like…” She paused, letting out a frustrated sigh as she looked up at the sky. “Like he was just like ‘Oh yeah I lived with her for a bit. With my daughter.’ And then he was like, ‘Oh but she moved and I haven’t talked to her since’ and… Mason, honey, I don't know how to tell you that doesn’t make things better.”

She turned to Raven. “So like, clearly he had feelings of some sort for you, otherwise why haven’t you come up yet, and…” And what?

The silence stretched, and eventually, Laurel shrugged, looking to the floor. “I guess I wanted to see what kind of girl caught his eye, you know?”

She caught herself a moment later, letting out a laugh. “You know, other than me, of course.” She shot Raven a teasing look.

She heard a crash from behind, and she turned, sighing with a roll of her eyes as she saw, unsurprisingly, a fight in the background. “Jesus, what a bunch of morons. You can’t solve…” That kid standing up looked familiar. She squinted, leaning forward. “Every problem with…” She looked closer and- Yeah, that was indeed her boyfriend.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” She was already standing up. She almost rushed off before she turned to Raven apologetically. “I have to go deal with my boyfriend the moron. Have a nice night, okay?” She shot a smile, and then she hurried into the house.

“Mason!” she called out, almost petulant as she stomped towards the fight. “What the hell are you doing?” She paused at the edges of the fight, face growing hurt. “Are you really getting into another fight?” The ‘so soon after our talk’ hung in the air. She tried to force more disappointment, but she couldn’t quite manage.

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Hazel

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Hazel had of course stayed to watch the fallout of her little plan, and honestly? Things went better than she had expected. She had barely managed to stifle her laughter until she reached her friends, and she was in the middle of mean-spiritedly relaying everything she had just witnessed, orchestrated by yours truly when someone bumped into her from behind.

She whipped around, frown only growing when all she got in response was a bunch of hand stuff and some kind of smile.

“Jesus, what- What the fuck does all that- Am I supposed to be getting something from that?” She sneered. “Just- Just shoo.” She waved the girl off.

Of course, then some asshole had to come up to her and this chick and start talking.

She gave an exaggerated head and eye roll combo, letting out a tch before announcing, “Kill yourself, asshole.”

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[Twin Fantasy]

May Gu

As she was attempting to convey her muteness, some guy came up. May wanted to vomit from the anxiety. She almost never experienced anxiety, she was incredibly personable on a good day, but this was horrible. How do I convey I can't talk when I can't talk, I can't tell her, my mouth doesn't work, my vocal chords are shredded, always have been, I don't know what to do, I don't know these people.

'SIGN LANGUAGE'

She attempted, before shakily pulling out her notepad and writing down in shaky, round letters:

'I can't talk. I am mute. Sorry. Sign language.'

She hated writing things, hated having to use this obnoxious gateway to communicate. Usually it was acceptable for her, she could handle it, but she didn't want to write. She didn't want to write words down. Very rarely did she feel limited by her lack of a voice, but she wished she could just scream and never stop, until her lungs gave out and maybe she went comatose, and joined that poor girl in the hospital so those freaks online could film her sleeping, gas-masked face, docile and complacent, tranquil as a corpse, placid as an unmoved lake, quiet as the goddamn night.

'I'm just leaving right now', she addresses to the boy, 'sorry to cause trouble.' The man looked warm, kind and understanding enough, surely he would comprehend her current suffering, her empathy so high that she cries over other people's pets and children. So high that she's panicking for the safety of a girl she's never really met. The girl, her presence was far more suffocating, far more painful.

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[PenguinFox]

The guy made some stupid comment and surprisingly walked away. Ian was fully expecting to have to fight him, but hey he wasn't complaining. He shrugged and turned to face the girl who was standing up and groaning. He reached his hand out to steady or catch her if she started to stumble. Once she was fully uprght she gave him her thanks. "Yeah, no problem. Y'know, I'm all for a good scrap, but it's typically better to fight from a standing position." Hopefully the joke wasn't too poorly timed. Humor wasn't always the best solution but it was the only one Ian really knew.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital or something?" Ian had no idea what kind of shape this girl was in but hopefully it wasn't hospital serious. He couldn't really help besides calling 911 if that was the case. There was an obvious black eye forming and she was clearly in pain, but he had no idea to what extent. "What's your name?" he was asking out of decorum, but rather to see if she had a concussion. "Are you capable of moving around?" Speaking from experience Ian knew exactly what a lot of blows to the stomach could do to one's mobility. Kanen was an excellent instructor in that.

Ian had been in a few fights himself and wasn't a stranger to pain, especially since prom night. Thoughts of the fights he and his friends in California got into flashed through his mind. They never got too serious and the older friends in the group always taught to stop if the person was down. Clearly whoever that guy was didn't get the same lessons. Or the lesson on not hitting women. Ian's focus moved to the door of the house that the guy had entered back through. He was still in there somewhere and while he might not be so passive next time. "Don't take this the wrong way but where do you live? We should probably get you home. Going back there isn't ideal." if she had a concussion all the noise and scents in that party would be absolute torture. a z u l a

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum had been so excited to see Caleb and his arms wrapped around her in a hug made her feel a little better. Sure, she wasn’t sure if he had missed her the way she missed him, but she wanted to believe that he did. As he spoke about his family, she smiled softly. Without any thought of her own she started to play with his hair, she wasn’t sober anymore, so her motions were something she had lost control of. His hair was soft under her fingers, “I’m glad you had a good summer. Wish you would’ve been in town though. I wanted to see you.” She had no fear in her and no reason to lie. The alcohol had given her some courage.

Her eyes had been wandering a bit as she spoke with Caleb and that when she thought she had seen him, and she had to do a double take. Her eyes locked with his if only for a second and then he was gone. Her heart had begun to race out of fear, and she couldn’t ever let Caleb find out. He couldn’t know what she had done, if he learned he would never want to see her again. She needed to move out of the common area.

When her eyes moved back to Caleb she could only think how this is who she wanted to be with, how he was good for her, he had made her want to be better and now she was so far gone and she had to act like she was fine. She was far from it but she wanted her chance, wanted to be better than the girl before her, but deep down she knew she was doing a bad job at being what he wanted. Being the girl, he had met, the girl that had tried to stay sober and be happy without the liquor.

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Cam could only roll his eyes at his cousin and before he could even get the chance to protest, he was being pushed towards the car. Parker had his own agenda and sometimes Cam didn’t agree with it. At least not when he knew someone would get hurt. He cared a little more about feelings than his cousin did, it’s why he never was as active as his cousin was with most people. He didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. He knew some people were more sensitive or had less experience than him and that was fine. He didn’t need to do anything sexual with them to still have fun being around them. He enjoyed company and friendship more than he actually enjoyed sex. It was a bonus for him if he got laid which was a small amount when compared to his cousin.

When they arrived at the party and Parker had handed over condoms Cam rolled his eyes and handed the gift bouncer a twenty, “I’m sorry about him.” He continued after Parker and found him already in the kitchen getting drinks and already trying to get with girls. Cam just shook his head, “I have someone I’m looking for. You have fun. Text me when you’re ready to leave. Don’t get too drunk I still can’t drive yet.” Then Cam was off in search for Milos. The party was packed, and he could see all sorts of different students around, some he had never even spoken to. Some he had. He felt like it was hard to find anyone in the mess and then he saw the boy he was looking for. He pushed through the crowd of people a little more and then was face to face with Milos, “Hey, glad to see a friendly face.” He smiled trying to keep his flirting to a minimum for the boy. He didn’t want him to die and then no one be able to get him out. So he decided to go with friendly for now and see if Milos would try and flirt on his own, now that he at least knew Cam was interested in him.

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[Winona]

Milos

He'd been pretty sure that Cam had stood him up and wasn't coming. Well, not that they'd planned a date, but goodness, he wouldn't have been here if Cam hadn't said he was coming. At some point, he'd found a few theater kids and started dancing with them. Well, at least they were making his evening fun and were making it worth the trip out here. Heck, he'd even almost forgotten all about that Camden guy.

And then he'd turned and almost ran straight into him, and then Milos's cheeks were flushed red. At first, Cam's words went right over his head, but then he relaxed a bit and an easy-going smile rested on his face. And the stupid redness in his cheeks faded away a bit, and Milos was calm.

Ish. He was calm-ish.

"You have no idea." He said with a light laugh. "I've been looking for you." Which wasn't a lie in the least bit.

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Zander

This was probably one of the most awkward experiences of Zander's life. The high society life of the Knight family had meant that when he came out about transitioning, he was met with refusal, yelling, and a lot of fights. However, his parents had come around somewhat quickly -- they hadn't been that surprised, but it had caused some issues in the high circles that they ran in. But now, Zander was happier -- more comfortable in the body that he was in, even if it had meant facing people that didn't understand in the least bit.

Just a couple years before, he'd been just like this kid. Defeated and broken, hiding away in a hallway and hoping that everyone would just leave him alone. Private school had been hell when he'd started "borrowing" (more like stealing) Toby's uniforms to wear. They'd told him he was a girl, and sent him to the bathroom to change. Zander had meant more time hiding in the bathroom feeling like the punching bag for a bunch of stupid fucking rich kids than anything else.

But now he was at public school, and Westbrook was way better. No one knew about what he had gone through, and no one even blinked an eye at him anymore. But then again, he'd probably be in the exact same situation as this guy if he'd started out here. And that was the fucking crummy part, wasn't it?

"I'm not here to lecture, just here to..." Zander trailed off and leaned against the wall in the hallway, one hand crossing his chest to tap nervously against his arm. This was... easily one of the most awkward, hardest things Zander had faced. "To let you know you're not alone, I guess." And his eyes moved from the ground back to Aaron's face.

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Adriane

"Sucks to be her, I guess." Adriane said with a shrug, as if this wasn't bothering her nearly as much as it was. Evie mentioned someone else being in the car with her, and her thoughts flickered to Mason momentarily before she dismissed it. That would be stupid. Mason was fine.

"So you mean you don't want me to get you more flowers for your birthday?" She asked, feigning surprise before laughing. Adriane shared Evie's hatred of flowers. Those were what you gave people that were dying. And even if Adriane felt close to the end, that didn't mean she wanted to stare at flowers and be reminded of it every time she opened her eyes.

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Mason

His angry gaze turned from Kanen to Laurel, and softened for a brief moment. "Okay look, this time I didn't start it." Not that he had started the "fight" with Alaska, either. But right now he wasn't going to argue small things like that. After all, it obviously wasn't his fault that everyone found his face so damn punchable.

One hand went down to rest on his bruising ribs. Fucking Kanen. "He started it this time. That fucking Ash bitch just left and this dumbass decided to punch me for no fucking reason." Of course there was reason, but that didn't mean Mason was willing to admit that. "I was just trying to help you fuckers find the bitch."

At least the party had stopped following that stupid fucking Twitter account, so now there weren't quite as many people to be able to see this fucking disaster of a moment. A dark gaze made a few of them turn away, but most of them were too invested at this point.

Mason fucking hated high school.

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Sawyer​

Sawyer had no idea how long she'd just been sitting there in that hallway. It felt like hours had passed but that probably wasn't true. It more than likely had only been minutes, the pressure compressing her chest and making her breathing hard and ragged didn't help time pass any faster. The minutes dragged on. Her tears didn't stop. A few people passed by her in the hall, most of them drunk off their asses or too busy making out to notice her at all. Sawyer didn’t mind she’d rather not be noticed right now anyway. As far as she was concerned being invisible was better than being seen at this moment. Sawyer didn’t want people to see her, people to pity the crying girl. She didn’t deserve pity. She’d just beat the shit out of a brain-damaged girl for crying out loud. Sometimes it was easy for Sawyer to find herself forgetting that Ash was in that wreck too. She hadn’t just caused it and gotten away unscathed. Ash had been hurt too and Sawyer thought maybe she should take that as punishment enough. She’d have to apologize next time she saw her. But this decision didn’t help her to feel any better. Sawyer still felt like her heart had been ripped clean out of her chest and left an empty hole. She’d felt like that for months but tonight had only amplified it by a thousand. The words she’d used against Ash to try and make her feel bad had only served to make Sawyer feel worse. Sawyer had been trying to avoid the word death like the plague because Grace wasn’t going to die, she couldn’t die. But yelling at Ash had made her admit to herself as well as Ash that Grace could die and all of this was just now hitting her. For the past summer, Sawyer had been in hard denial of the seriousness of Grace’s situation and now that she’d actually acknowledged that...she was having a hard time taking it all in. The sound of a familiar voice pulled Sawyer from her thoughts.

Greyson appeared in front of her and Sawyer quickly reached up to wipe away the tears still streaking down her face, as if that would help. Greyson looked at her with eyes that were all too familiar and Sawyer found herself lost for a moment. Lost until she realized that those weren’t Grace’s eyes, they were too blue. Sawyer shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, trying to collect herself before speaking.

“Nothing. Just alcohol fucking with me.” Her voice sounded hoarse and broken despite herself.

God, he looked too much like her. Sawyer had to close her eyes to clear her vision because he wasn’t her. She opened her eyes again and gasped because now she was seeing things. It was no longer Greyson that was sitting there in front of her but Grace, Sawyer felt herself lunging forward before she could stop herself. Her arms wrapped almost crushingly around Greyson’s shoulders and only relented when her thoughts came back to her. She pushed off Greyson and looked down and the floor in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry I just….I saw…” Sawyer took a long breath, “I miss her.”

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Alaska

Surprisingly, Alaska found herself smiling at the stranger's stupid joke as she took his hand to steady herself, but even smiling hurt her swelling eye and she winced as she the pain increased. "Well, it wasn't exactly my plan to be on the ground." She scoffed, frowning as she mentally scolded herself for being so reckless. She didn't regret picking a fight with Aaron, she just regretted doing it while heavily intoxicated.

"I'm fine-" Alaska started to protest as she tried to walk back towards the house to find Sawyer, but she stumbled as she stepped forward and found herself falling into the polite stranger, catching herself by steadying her hands against his chest. "I'm so sorry." She apologized, trying to get out of his personal space as fast as possible without falling over again. Between the pain, alcohol, and likely concussion she wasn't sure how she was going to make it anywhere alone.

"I'm fine, I swear. I just need to go home and take a bottle of Advil." The brunette was quick to wave off his concern with her attempt at a joke, though maybe she did need an entire bottle of pain killers. There was no way she was going to the hospital after losing one little fight, she could handle herself just fine. If only she could get home. Who knew where Sawyer had gone after the fight, and if she was even in any condition to drive. Maybe one of her brothers could drive her, but she really didn't want to deal with their concern right now.

"I'm Alaska." Through years of playing contact sports she knew exactly what he was doing, concussion testing was practically a weekly occurrence for her. "I live at 2309 Forest Ave, it's just down the road. Wait...no I think that's my New York address...maybe?" Her head was splitting and she couldn't think straight, she'd had plenty of concussions from hockey before which only made her symptoms even worse every time. She placed both hands on her temples as she tried to think through the cloud of pain, she really just wanted to get out of here but she was starting to realize how completely helpless she was. She hated it.

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