Westbrook Season 2

[ailurophile]

ZIA WINDRIFT​

"Fat bastard? Aren't you two identical?" Zia chuckled and stretched out luxuriously across the width of the chair, fingers stroking the plush velvet upholstery. She processed the information she'd been given, staring at her brothers, and suddenly sat up. Alert.

"Oh my god. You're smoking, aren't you?"
The horror in her voice was diluted by her next statement.
"Let me have a go."

A go.
She'd never been one for drugs, and her terminology reflected that. But she wanted to catch up. It was time for a fresh start, and she didn't want to be at a disadvantage.

"Of course we unpacked, your lazy ass never--" She cut herself off to slap his hand away. "Get that shit away from me. I absolutely cannot stand it. How do you stomach that shit?"

Even when she cursed, her voice was smooth, every letter enunciated correctly. It was something she'd only become aware of recently, when faced with the prospect of attending a school that was anywhere other than Black Mill. She'd started to fear that she sounded stuck-up, or stupid.

Like she was playing a part.

Zia didn't thank either twin for ordering her preference of food, only tucked her legs neatly beneath herself and listened to Gus talk. She smiled, then, and nodded.

"I'd like to go out, if you wouldn't mind terribly. I'm hoping to see River before we start school."
And ask him why he hasn't visited. Or called. Or texted.
"Do lighten up, Gus: it won't be as bad as you're expecting. If it is, we'll complain, and go to school somewhere else. Sweden, maybe."

She laughed again, a light and melodic sound.

"I've missed highschool. Surely you're excited to start over."


Braddington Hypnos

 

[BELIAL.]

Malachi Verreau
location: Food stand, burgurs mention: Dede Winona ​

The weather was going to shit, but at least Mal was enjoying it. The one and off sprinkles, dumping for moments and then back to dry did remind him how much he disliked the New England weather. Even Mass had been shit, but he was thankful for the coastlines. He wouldn't have been able to stand being far from the ocean, no matter where he lived. There was tranquility and beauty to the unadulterated ocean deep. He could muse for hours on it, sucking on a joint, and then probably dream about becoming a merman or some shit afterward.

Anyway he still liked looking at it all. Especially among it, and while he was on a raging high. A little bit of shrooms and his cigarettes kept him at a soft dreamy, halfway here and halfway there. He told people he'd go to the school carnival-- nothing at all, he imagined, like Brazil's Carnivale-- and he did well to keep on his promises. Fitz had messaged about hanging out later anyway, so the closer he was to the general 'area' was probably better. Mal's own place was a fair distance from the school, and from the downtown area. He'd become a bit of a recluse in the last year, after the OD. He still enjoyed his friends, and getting into trouble, but being able to decompress on his own and far from the outside influences was beneficial for the boy. His therapist had said that much, at least.

Strolling in, hood up, wide-eyed at the people around him, Mal felt a hunger clutch his stomach. Fair food, to any extent, had a way of catching the senses. The local businesses seemed to have a sense of what to sell, and Malachi was delighted. Despite being from Black Mill, and having plenty of money in his pockets and bank account, Malachi was not as forthcoming to display his 'status' to the Westbrook kids. He didn't care about being elite, or being rich and fancy -- pas du tout. He was a man's man, a common man. He just wore expensive clothing that looked like it came off high fashion runways and preferred to be as eccentric as possible. But it in artistic way.

Maybe he'd start a garbage fire, just to give people something topical to look at.

Growing higher by the moment, and the world beginning to swirl in dreamy lights of smeared rain and neon charm, Malachi was nearly thrown off by the large boy-wolf sitting at a table and chowing down at a burger. He looked around, curious as to why no one was saying anything. Were there science experiments running around Westbrook? Would he see Jeff Goldblum, dripping and spitting as the Fly, next?

Hands in his pockets Malachi sat across from the boy-wolf. He tilted his head, perching his chin on his hands. The boy-wolf looked sad.

"Aouuuu," he gave a little howl, well within a normal volume. "What ails you little wolf-boy? You look very sad..." He had a fairly light french accent, but his vowels dipped and his consonants were hung high in his nose. For the most part you could reason that he came from France, and refused to lose most of the accent, but had spent the last eight years in America.

He paused, raising a finger. "But before you continue, I have to know if you go to the school here, and if there are more of you. It's important for my journal."

 

[Dede]

Stu

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‘Aouuuu—’

A fellow wolf appears.

Or rather, just your run-of-the-mill bully who was mocking his costume... What’s new, Westbrook? If he had a penny for every time a stranger-hooman howled at him, he would have… probably like 40 dollars. No, no, of course he hadn’t been keeping count.

The boy-wolf would have liked to howl back, as was his bounden duty to all the good citizens of Westbrook. But this hooman had caught him at a very bad time. For one, he was missing his head, and headless wolves could not howl, because realism and the laws of thermodynamics and all that other sciency stuff his nerdy friend Tom was always rambling on about. Secondly, he was in a bad mood. A bad, bad mood. In case you didn’t know, bad-mood wolves did not howl – they simply attacc.

Rabid temptations aside, the Westbrook Wolf was under a solemn oath to never harm hoomans, and because of this the boy in front of him would escape this close encounter with his life. Still their eyes met in an unfriendly, territorial stare across the picnic table. I won't kill you... But I don't have to save you.

Stu said harshly: ‘No? I just like being a mascot for no reason.’

After he was done channelling his angst, the boy-wolf turned away from Eiffel Tower to mind his precious lunch instead. He hadn’t touched it yet, and like a kid picking a move in a delicate game of Jenga, he took his time pondering how he might handle the tall burger without the whole stack coming undone at the seams. He tried picking it up once, twice, with his giant wolf paws. To no avail. What a mess! Now there was tomato sauce all over his paws!

And what cruel fate! He was starving to death and his lunch was staring him in the face, but he couldn’t eat it. Just because he was a wolf. How racist. In frustration he pushed his paper plate toward baguette-head, sending the burger flopping away from him dramatically.

‘Do you want this?’ he said. Granted the burger in question was now structurally unsound, it was still very edible. ‘You can have it,’ he said. ‘I can't eat it.‘

BELIAL. Winona

 

[0k_mang0]

colby

Tatum Elf_Ruler​

Colby gave her a sympathetic small frown when she mumbled that she wasn’t trying to fight. “I didn’t say you were.” He wasn't judging her. Sure, that altercation didn’t go quite well. So what? He wasn’t blaming anyone for it, not even Tatum or Raven — actually, he believed everyone slightly to blame because nobody handled it well. Still, it never felt right to kick someone already down.

The single tear on Tatum’s cheek didn’t escape his attention, and for a moment, he felt his hand slightly twitch at his side, almost instinctively reaching up to wipe it off until Tatum did that it herself. He wanted to say something that he hoped would help her feel like the world wasn’t working against her, like how he’d told her that he didn’t hate her during the other day. But then, Tatum read a new message on her phone. She told him she had to see a friend and started walking away.

He sighed quietly. Before Tatum was out of his sight, he called to her, “I’ll be here when you get back. Or at the parking lot when the festival’s done.”

His grandfather asked how giving away free samples had gone, and if he wanted more to give away, but Colby just shook his head, removed his apron, and sat on a free chair away from other people. Eventually, if Tatum didn’t get back, he would help take down the Sleeping Hedgehog cafe stand when the fall festival ends. And if she still wasn't finished with whatever she had to do with her friend, then Colby would be at the parking lot, waiting inside his car.

 

[Winona]

Mason

Oh thank god, a fucking out from these two obnoxiously rich bitches.... Okay, maybe that was a little harsh. The stalker bitch was obnoxious, rude, and just plain creepy. She was everything he hated, and Mason was making a mental note to avoid the fuck out of this bitch when she started at Westbrook.

But Norah was different. Or, at least, she was really fucking good at acting different. It confused him. Mason had always felt at home amongst girls like Raven -- poor and rough around the edges, like him. And Norah was the complete opposite. Obviously rich and softer than a fucking pillow, so why the fuck didn't he instantly hate her like he did every other rich bitch to hit this fucking town?

"I've never been to an observatory, but uh... going just the two of us sounds great." Mason flashed a smile. "It's a date, princess." He gave her a wink, and then glanced over at Shay, but didn't say anything to her before turning his attention back to Norah. The girl that he didn't want to throw into the nearby pool.

"I'll see you on Monday. I can show you around and shit." He suggested with a shrug, and then started backing away. "See you later."

Mason had places to be, anyway. Like a Raven to talk to.

BELIAL. dendygar​

 

[Soap]

Greyson

Jackie seemed cool. A lot nicer than most of the people here besides for Ash and Sawyer... huh. Come to think of it, Greyson hasn’t really talked to anyone besides the two blondes. “I try to be.” He shrugged, he found that promises didn’t really mean the same thing as saying you would do something, just to turn around just to and don’t. What’s the sense of lying or believing anyone then? tugged a good piece off of the green treat and popping it into his mouth. Letting out an over exaggerated sigh of bliss at the candy that melted in his mouth.

“Sweet, yes. Delicious though? Most definitely.” Greyson was a huge foodie. Although he preferred savory over sweets, there was always that mood when he craved the sweetest of sugar and what else would he eat besides the royalty of everything sweet?

He was surprised she was from France. Why move to the small town of WestBrook then? She mentioned military so maybe they were relocated? If that was the case, it probably sucked big time then. Surely life was a lot better there than dim skies and cheapy cotton candy. They probably ate like... candied snails. Okay, while that sounded a little weird and gross. He would try it. Don’t judge him. “That’s really cool actually. I’m sure you’ll do great... some of the guys aren’t very good though.” He whispered the last of his words in a joking manner before furrowing his brows in thought at her next question.

“Ah no, I wish. I’m kinda the newbie on the team. I’ve only lived here for a few months now. My dad got me into it actually, he was captain of the wrestling team when he met my mom or something like that. I tried it, and... I really liked it. It’s a good way to burn off all these sugar.” He tapped his stomach and poked towards the cotton candy that was almost half gone by now— it was a small little thing okay? Greyson isn’t fat.

He just appreciates his food.

geminiy

Caleb

Caleb felt bad.

Not for Tatum, he just felt upset in general. But this was worth saying goodbye for, it wasn’t a secret that the blonde didn’t have many friends, or that he cared much for having them— he became more of a loner since he gave up his partying habits. Caleb learned that hurting wasn’t an excuse to act like a terrible person. And since he hasn’t slipped up yet. Tatum deserved a goodbye. He spotted her at the mini ferris wheel and took a deep breath before he approached her. Only now noticing the small bruise that was starting to form. “Hey, what happened?! Are you okay?” On instinct he placed a gentle hand under her chin, inspecting the bruise before he realized he might’ve been crossing personal boundaries. Removing his hand and giving her a gentle smile for an apology.

“I’m sorry.”

He was sorry for more than just the personal space. But Caleb wasn’t sure on how to say it.

“I’m sorry for being distant too, things have been... difficult.” Tatum didn’t scare him off that night— well, she did, but it’s unlike Caleb to ignore someone just from one bad interaction.

Elf_Ruler

Raven

Raven followed Colby’s advice. As much as she wanted to go after Tatum again, even she knew it wasn’t worth it. The brunette looked around the festival in hopes of finding her booth partner but there was no sign of her. She was about to enter the fake barn some students took apart in building a few weeks ago, she would’ve been one of them if she decided she had more time to spare but nope. Raven’s time was based solely on school, finding a job and living out of the tiniest car in the world.

Maybe not the tiniest but whatever.

Someone called out her name and she turned around, slightly surprised to see her first and only customer checking on her. And while normally she would’ve flirted with her... Raven wasn’t feeling it. “I’m okay, I’ve been alone more times than I could count. But... I suppose I can’t stop you if you’re willing to follow me.” With a sigh, Raven continued down the path of the festival, ignoring the calls for games or any of the sort.

“She’s... yeah. She’s my friend. I mean, I’d like to think so anyway.” Wouldn’t she? It was hard for Raven to consider anyone friends at this point. There was only a certain few that was good in her book.

Pysren

Kate

Kate didn’t like Elise. She never did. It’s not hard to say why. They always had some sort of rivalry since they were in high school, and as they grew up... it seemed like they continued to do it with their children too. She’d brag about her daughter doing all these things that Kate would barely bat an eye to. Always pushing her to be better like her own mother did. She wishes she could’ve done more when she had the chance. Kate’s just not sure if she’ll ever get it now. “Homecoming. Wow.” She nodded, avoiding making eye contact with Elise.

Who cared about the students? Yes, that seemed harsh but Kate was everything but gentle. ‘The students are hoping and praying for her to get better.’ She’d already done the positivity, okay? Kate prayed. She prayed harder than she ever did and everything just kept getting worse. She had no hope left.

She looked up at Elise and she was speechless.

How are you supposed to say you’re giving up on your child? “Everyone’s telling me to. The doctors, Jonathan... I don’t know what to do—“ Kate pointed towards the hospital room where Grace laid. “S-she’s suffering.” The machines was doing the living for her. This wasn’t anywhere near the life Kate wanted her daughter to have. “... It’s a DNR. If the machines aren’t strong enough to keep Grace alive, If I sign it, they won’t resuscitate her.” The only hopes the doctors had is if the antibiotics start eliminating the infection, but it’s not a very high chance that they would.

Kate placed the papers onto the side table and put her head in her hands for a few seconds before returning her attention back towards Elise.

“What would you do?”

Winona

 

[High5ives]

"Maybe you don't know me quite as well as you think you do." Kanen responded. After everything she had done for him before, how could Kanen not forgive a few stupid little arguments. Kanen had used and abused her a dozen times before and she still kept coming back, really, Ash could do just about anything to him at this point and it would just be evening up the score between them.

After just standing there holding Ash for who knew how long, Kanen pulled away reluctantly. When was the last time he'd hugged someone? When was the last time he'd been the one comforting people?

"Look, I don't want to hear about you hitting any parties or anything anymore. No more drinking, no weed, pills, shrooms. None of it, Ash. I'm serious." Kanen said, holding Ash's shoulders. "Swear to god I'll march around Westbrook busting every house party and every dealer if I have to. Its gotta stop now."

Winona ​

 

[Winona]

Drake

Somehow, Drake had now gotten caught up into a job and a career that he had never wanted. But hey, Drake had nothing better to do, so he followed after him and hopped into the passenger seat of the car. Drake picked the cane up, holding it on his lap with wide-eyed amazement. Canes. Were. Awesome. Like a legal weapon. A legal whooshing beating stick.

He barely even heard Alex when he asked what was wrong, and Drake just shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Well, for one, he'd been clean for months and still wanted nothing more than a hit. To forget what he'd done, to forget that his mother had died and that his brother was struggling to support him, and that all he wanted was a god damn fucking hit of anything.

"Nah, man, I'm fine." He said with a grin.

Thank god that they arrived at the house soon -- a mansion, to be honest. Alex pulled to a stop in the front, and Drake followed him out of the car, beating cane still in hand. Alex had taken the pizzas and already started up to the house, but Drake was still looking up at in in amazement. Fuck. Their bathrooms were probably bigger than Drake and Mason's apartment.

Alex's voice caught his attention, and he trotted up to catch up with his buddy by the door. On the way, he used the stolen cane to smack a couple bushes, and then stopped by Alex at the massive doors.

And then he used the cane to knock on the door.

"Hey! We have food!" He yelled.

TYPE Braddington ailurophile​

 

[Winona]

Ash

And like that, the sweet moment had passed and although Ash was feeling better, Kanen's next words just annoyed her. She was basically an adult, and if she wanted to do drugs and drink and sleep around or whatever, then why couldn't she? She certainly wouldn't stop because someone like Kanen asked her to. She was sick of people assuming the worst and trying to tell her what to do.

"Thanks for the concern." The sweetness in Ash's voice was gone as she shrugged away from Kanen's grasp, and hopped off the table. "But I'm not going to stop drinking or whatever just because you think I should. So thanks for... whatever this was, but you can go back to whatever you were doing before and just like, leave me alone."

Deciding that this conversation was done, Ash started to push past Kanen and walk away.

High5ives​

 

[High5ives]

Like flipping a switch, Ash turned on him. Cold as ever, she slid past him, headed right for the door, which was fine. If Ash wanted try and be all cold and icy, she could go right ahead. There wasn't a damn thing she could say or do to change Kanen's mind. Besides, Kanen could play this game better than she could. Kanen knew like every trick in the book when it came to running away from his problems and pushing everyone out. Anything Ash tried, chances are she'd learned it from him.

Just as she started to open the door, Kanen planted his palm on it and held it closed again. She wasn't going to just walk out of here, not until she stopped trying to pretend like she could keep on going like she was. "Excuse you." Kanen said bluntly, putting his foot in front of the door on the off chance she tried to push through him. Good luck.

"Quit the tough-girl bullshit, Ash!" Kanen snapped at her. He'd tried to be soft and understanding, but she didn't want to listen to that. "You're not fucking fine, so don't you dare try telling me you are! So cut the shit, and knock off the goddamn act! You expect me to just stand aside and watch you drink like a forty-year old widow or something? 'Cuz I won't. Either you decide to actually try and fix shit for yourself, or I'm going to be on your ass every second of every day until you do. See how much fun you have when you've got me peakin' over your shoulder all the time."

Kanen's hand on the door raised for a moment before pounding back into the heavy wood. He wasn't done yet. "You know it fucking kills me to see you just giving up! Like fuck! Scares the goddamn devil outta me! You think I want to wake up tomorrow and see your face on the news because they found your body behind some shady fucking bar?! If you don't want to get better for yourself, fine, but what the fuck do the rest of us do without you huh?! Where do any of us end up!? I think you and I both know I sure as fuck wouldn't be standing here today. What about Ian, huh? You go and get yourself hurt, you're gonna fucking break that boy! Damn it, you'll fucking break me!"

Kanen grabbed a handful of his hair with his free hand, pulling it back to try and calm down a little bit. "Why are you even doing this shit to yourself? You think you're so far gone you can't come back or something? Thats the case, I'm just a deadman walking. If you can't turn your shit around, be better, be you again. What fucking chance do I have, Ash?"

Winona ​

 

[Braddington]

Fitzroy Windrift III

He rolled his eyes ever so convincingly towards Zia in an attempt to act thoroughly shocked. Lying was really not necessary but if even one of them accidentally mentioned it to their father he’d be in absolutely fucked territory. So the game had to be played, even if he was terrible at it. It probably wouldn’t work.

“I had a smoke. Not a joint. So keep it down, Zia. Don’t get too excited. I haven’t stooped that low yet, though this place has me contemplating it.”

He had fallen far further than that.

“Yeah. Dog is big around Maine, I hear. They put it on everything. Dude, those pork balls did look a little stringy.”

Another eye roll.

“And you’re the fat bastard. Not me. I actually work out.”

Just as he was about to respond about going out, a lump forming in his throat as he tried to create any semblance of a sentence, the door knocked. His head jolted towards it, his hand starting to shake as the loud sound startled him. Reaching with his other hand to control it, he brushed it off by pretending to reach for his wallet.

“Fuck that was fast. BE RIGHT THERE.”

He pulled out a few notes. Flicking through before placing his wallet down again, heading toward the door. As he opened it he was struck by two young guys. Does this company do this shit in pairs? Seems really inefficient.

He caught the eyes of the one holding the pizza. There was a struggle there. Quickly taking the pizza with one hand, holding it out behind him for someone to take, he snatched the cane in the second guys hand with the other. Quickly handing it to the uniformed one who it clearly belonged to with a frown. His grip loosening as the hand shook.

“How much was it? Eh, take this.”

He handed over two $20 dollar notes.

“Keep the change.”

Then he handed over the rest of the notes, five crisp one hundred dollar bills. Fucking ridicolous. But he wanted to make an impression. There was a new freedom here, might as well live a little with what they had access to.

“Here, as the tip. Split it if you want.”

He looked back towards Gus.

“Oh, and do these pizzas contain dog? It’s very important. He’s allergic.”

Hypnos ailurophile TYPE Winona ​

 

[Winona]

Ash


Of course it was a ridiculous attempt, but Ash still grabbed the door handle and tried to pull the door open. It didn't even freaking budge against Kanen's weight, but she didn't want to look at him or even continue this stupid conversation. But there was no getting out, so she just held onto the door handle and glared up at Kanen as he spoke.

"No." She finally snapped. "You don't get to act like you fucking care or that this will kill you or whatever you're trying to do. Just... cut the pity part, Kanen, and shut up. You gave up first, remember? And you left me here, alone. You beat Ryder up for no reason and then just left and you know who had to clean up your mess? Me. So just... cut this act. I don't know what the hell you're trying to pull, but I don't care." Ash pulled on the door handle again and again, to no avail.

"Why the fuck do I have to be the strong one? Why do I have to be the one that gets better and helps everyone else?" She hesitated, and Ash really didn't want to cry, but fuck maybe there were tears brimming at the edge of her vision. "Sawyer told me I'd be better off dead and Stu said I should be in a coma, and that's just those two. I can't keep this up. I can't keep acting like everything is okay when it isn't, so just... stop. Please. I can't do it. I tried, and I'm not strong enough."

Ash wanted out, so she let go of the door handle and slammed her hands into Kanen's chest. "Go away and just... stop pretending like you fucking care." She snapped.

High5ives​

 

[TYPE]

A L E X . S H A R P
@sharpattack

Braddington Hypnos ailurophile Winona

Taking the cane in the flurry of movement, he placed it down against the ground, breathing out heavily - his back killing him. It took him a moment to process everything that had happened. First - Drake. He had hoped the other would open up to him. He seemed to be in more of a distracting mood. Which meant he was still processing. Which meant he did not come to Alex as a friend. He did not come for support. He came for a distraction. And... frowning slightly... it seemed that his cane was even better than he was in that. Even he had to admit... it stung. Then again - they were not friends. Not really. He should not have expected more.

When the pizza left his hands, he put on his forced smile, taking the forty - already more than it should be. The guy was tall, built - basically looking exactly the opposite Alex's body felt. When he spoke, he sounded just about as posh as the fucking house looked. When the 'tip' came, he opened his mouth. Then closed it again. His eyes darted to the other. Drake looked fine. Not the best... but fine. His eyes darted to his own clothes. Shit. They looked shit. His eyes narrowed at the five hundred, biting his lip. His father would kill him. Kill him if he took it. Kill him if he left it.

God... his head. It was hurting again. Everything was hurting. And now he was being pitied. And the fucker in front of him was probably going to see the bushes that Drake had hit and complain to his boss and then he was going to be fired and his father and mother were going to be thrown out of their current shitty hovel which meant that he should take the money because he is going to be without a job soon. Every word running through his mind beat at the back of his head like crazy, as he closed his eyes in clear pain, still looking at the guy with his fake smile.

"Thanks man. But really, the forty covers it." The words slipped past his teeth, as he looked over to Drake. Could he really deny the other money that was offered to him? Fuck. He could. Needed to. Maybe he could salvage his job. "He is not part of the job so he can't take tips. He just helping me... carry... things." Gesturing to Drake. "As for me, I can't accept a TIP that large. Uh..." Thinking quick despite himself. "Company policy. Thanks anyway." God. He could feel shame rising up his neck. God this sucked. "Come on. Thanks for your patronage." He looked to Drake, ignoring the noise coming from inside the place, making his way down the stairs. His hobbling worsened by his distracted nature.

Which meant the moment he placed his cane down on a wet step, it slipped from his grip, letting his dumb feet slip out from under him. The next moment there was a flash of white light, as his head met the stone stairs, having fallen backward while slipping. The next he tasted blood, having bitten into his tongue, as more blood started to drip down the nape of his neck onto his shirt. It was not exactly the same place he had been hit before. It still hurt like a bitch. Breathing deeply, feeling himself start to drool as the concussion set in, he scrambled up clumsily. "Couhmm ohn Dreyhk" He slurred his words as he started walking to the car. Was the path always moving?

At least he could no longer feel the pain in his legs. ​

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Brayden had been wandering around the fair, mostly just to have a moment away from Tatum, he really couldn’t handle her much more, so he had enjoyed his freedom. He had left the dunk tank and he had looked at Twitter and saw a video of Tatum getting punched, he already knew how it was going to be for the next few days and of course he would help cover for her because that’s what he did. It was like he couldn’t escape her drama, but that did keep him out of trouble in Westbrook which was a good thing. He felt a slight buzz in his pocket and the name that popped up made him smile. He liked Bella she was friendly, and it would be nice if he had someone to spend time with while at the fair.

He shot back a quick response, ‘I’m here meet me by the cotton candy. ’

He quickly made his way to the cotton candy booth and bought a giant blue cotton candy; sure, he could’ve let Bella buy it but what kind of guy would that make him if he didn’t offer her candy? He figured he’d even attempt some games for her maybe win her some cute toy, girls loved that kind of shit, but hell she may be different and not like stuffed animals. He would have to get to know her first.

geminiy
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Gia was still talking with Cam when two girls she didn’t know came up and began talking. She was shocked by the amount of people just showing up around her and Maisie and she shrugged a little towards her friend. The introduction made it clear that May went to school with them, but that Kandi was her best friend, “It’s nice to meet the two of you. I’m Gia, that’s Maisie and that’s Cam.” She gave a big smile, “Of course you two can hang out with us. It’s a fair and we should all be having fun.” Gia loved meeting new people and making new friends. She had no intention of stealing May from Kandi she had Maisie and she adored Maisie more than words could describe. Maisie was the only person besides Parker that had been in her house.

She looked over to Cam who looked uncomfortable still and she couldn’t help but smile, “Why don’t we all go play some games? Milos and Parker can find us while we have fun. I know there’s ring toss, it might be fun. Unless you guys have another option?” she questioned. Her eyebrow cocked up just slightly making sure she didn’t step on anyone’s toes because all she wanted was for everyone to have a little fun.

Twin Fantasy Soap
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Tatum smiled when Caleb appeared and of course he noticed the bruise that was starting to form. She would have to cover it with makeup for quite a while, not that she didn’t know how. It wasn’t her first time being punched but she still hated it, nonetheless. His hand was warm on her face, but he pulled away quickly, “It’s fine, I don’t mind. I got in a little misunderstanding.” Of course, she didn’t want to tell him that Raven had punched her because she had tried to talk with Ash. She had already upset him once no need to upset him anymore his face was full of stress and she didn’t need to add to it.

She took his hand in hers lightly and pulled him into the line for the Ferris Wheel, “I’m sorry too. Let’s ride the wheel and talk. I owe you a much bigger apology. I shouldn’t have been drinking, I should’ve known better. I am sorry for being so forward.” She still kept her hand in his. It was warm against hers and she knew he did like her or at least he had. But he looked like he had more to say to her, “You look like you have something that you want to get off your chest. So, you can talk first. I’ll listen this time.” She tried to give him a smile, but she was still hurt too.

Soap

 

[Hypnos]

Gus Windrift
​

‘Smoking’s a bad habit, Zee. Don’t let this druggie get you hooked, it’s not good for you.’ Personally, Gus hadn’t smoked a single cigarette since new years, and he was happy to be clean. Sarah Zeigler from his econ class had bet him two hundred and fifty dollars that he wouldn’t be able to give it up, so he’d spent five hundred dollars on nicotine patches, and had a very rough few months. He had won the bet though. He always won. If he could help it.

‘You don’t want to go into your first day back at school smelling like smoke and bad decisions. Who’s gonna want to be friends with you then? The janitor, maybe? A sad lunch lady?’

Gus smiled at his sister, holding his hand as if cradling a faux-injury after she so carelessly slapped it away, the tray of prawns almost scattering themselves onto the floor, though he was able to save them, just at the last moment. ‘It’s your loss.’ He knew that he should be more conservative with his eating, given that pizza was on the way, but Gus couldn’t help himself from shovelling another handful of prawn into his mouth, licking his fingers clean of the sweet-and-sour sauce.

‘Hey now! I work out too. You all this muscle happens naturally?’ He made a show of mock flexing, though it was painfully apparent which of the Windrift twins was in better shape, and it certainly wasn’t Gus, a testament to which was how fast the elder twin was able to jump to his feet when he heard that the pizza had arrived, something that Gus would have struggled to do.

It wasn’t that he didn’t do sport. He had been a vital member of the Black Mill Peacocks, even if he had been greatly eclipsed by River and his elder brother, but Fitz was in ‘army shape’ and there was no way that he was going to be competing with that, so he let Fitz barrell towards the door on his own, only half listening as his brother talked about prices and tips and whatnot.

‘He’s not joking about the allergies.’ Gus called from inside. ‘I’m pretty sure I left my epipen back in Mass, so this is pretty life and death for me.’ His slight laugh was meant to signify that he was joking, though it didn’t seem like either of the delivery guys were particularly listening to him anyway, so he merely waited for Fitz to come back inside with the pizza.

‘What kind of guy…’ Just as Gus was about to bemoan about the refusal to accept the very generous tip that Fitz had offered, he heard a clattering coming from just outside the door, putting a hand against his ear so that he could better hear what had happened.

‘What the fuck was that? Did the guy just have a seizure or somin’.’

Pulling himself off the floor, leaving the Chinese food behind him, Gus made his way to the front door just in time to see the delivery guy pull himself up from what looked like a particularly bad fall, clutching at the back of his neck. ‘Hey buddy, are you alright?’ He called from the doorway, but he didn’t seem to get any response, as the stranger tried to hobble away, so he glanced back at Fitz and Zia before stepping outside.

‘I asked if you were okay, man?’ He hadn’t had time to put on any shoes, so it was wonkey progress walking outside, but given this guy was hobbling forward on a cane, it didn’t take the flash to catch up to him, so Gus put a hand on his shoulder to try and get his attention.

‘That was a pretty bad fall, my dude, and unless you got tomato sauce all over your neck on the way here, I’m pretty sure you’re bleeding. Do you need to come in and get a band-aid or something?’

TYPE Braddington ailurophile Winona

 

[Pysren]

Location: Fall Festival
Interaction: Soap
Mention: Winona​

Rae nodded and followed alongside Raven. As they walked a path down the festival, Rae heard a few students at booths and game stations calling them over. She politely shook her head and her hands mouthing a no thank you. She'd love to explore the festival some more but now just wasn't the time. Raven may have said she's been alone before and that she was okay, but if letting Rae accompany her was any indication... Rae just met Raven so she didn't really know her, but sometimes people tell you no but really mean yes, or they shrug and mean yes.

What did Raven mean that she would like to think the blonde was her friend? The more she thought about the blonde she suddenly realized that she was on the football field at practice that day. What was her name? Ashley? Or just Ash? "I haven't had the chance to introduce myself yet. It's Raelynn but I'd love it if you called me Rae." She offered up a small smile. What could she do to keep her mind off the fight? "I'm sure you two are friends... I'm assuming alot has been going on between you three? Maybe she's dealing with something."

"But enough of that, tonight's about you my raven haired beauty." Rae moved in front of Raven and started walking backwards carefully along the path.

"Is there anywhere you would like to go? My treat. Or we could see where this path will lead us." She paused for a moment and motioned outwards. Raven seemed like a nice girl, and Rae wanted to see her smile.

 

[High5ives]

Kanen stood there in silence, letting her beat her hands into his chest, when she went for a second strike, Kanen's hands snapped up, catching her wrists and spinning them both so her back was suddenly against the door. All at once, Kanen became aware of what'd he'd done suddenly let her go. "Why is it so hard to believe I care about you?" He asked. Whatever sense of compassion or vulnerability Kanen had was wiped away. He just felt ashamed now. Why even try anymore. "I'm just trying to help...Least I could do." He muttered, backing away from the door and turning his back to her so she could leave now.

Winona​

 

[Winona]

Ava


"Oh yeah, no, totally the same thing for me." Not at all. There was nothing fresh about the burnt, sweat-filled air of the Westbrook school's stupid fall festival. Plus it was raining, and everything was damp but not like, soaked. That horrible mixture of muggy weather that just made the air feel heavy and dull and sad.

Kinda fitting for Westbrook.

Anyway, there was no way that Ava was admitting that her mother had tricked her out of leaving the house for a second time, so she decided to just stick with that. Coming out for fresh air. That's what normal people did, right? They went out to places like this just to have a good time, and maybe Ava could, too.

"Also I guess to support JJ. She has that weird basketball thingy going on, and like, I guess she's on Homecoming Court now? That's kind of cool." And she would undoubtedly win as Queen. It was well-known that JJ was the Queen of Westbrook, after all.

KingofAesir​

 

[Winona]

Elise

It pulled at her heartstrings. Really, it did. How sad it must be to face that decision, of life or death for your child. Elise looked into the hospital room once more, her gaze leveling as she looked at Grace, hooked up to machines that were making her heart beat and her lungs work. It was a question of morals was it not?

How far would someone be willing to go before it was the right decision to pull the plug?

"I wouldn't do it."

Elise turned her gaze back to Kate. "If that was Ash, I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't be able to -- to give up like that. You shouldn't listen to what Jonathan has to say. He wasn't there to raise her. He didn't hold her when she was sick, or talk her through her first crush. This is your decision to make, alone, and no one knows the right answer but you."

She smoothed down the front of her dress. "But if it was me, I wouldn't do it. I couldn't. Not if there was still even the slightest chance of Ash or Jace waking up."

Soap​

 

[Winona]

Ash


She stayed for a moment with her back against the door, as Kanen stepped away from the door. Ash could actually leave now, and be done with Kanen and his stupid nonsense forever. It was literally just one doorway, and as much as she wanted to just... go through that stupid door and be done with all of this drama, well.

She fucking couldn't.

Ash stepped away from the door, biting her tongue while she walked closer to Kanen. "Look, fine." She said and reached forward, grabbing Kanen's arm and turning him to face her. "I'm not going to stop going to parties, okay? But I won't like... drink or do drugs or anything stupid. I'll just go and have fun. Good enough?"

High5ives​

 

[dendygar]

Sha'nay Watson

She was more than a little relieved when the vagrant left.

Shay wanted to take Norah and warn her about that boy, tell her what she knew and what she'd found out- but judging off of the interaction, that wouldn't be a good idea.. the poor thing would just have to learn the hard way, wouldn't she? The sights and the smells were much more appealing than Mason Rivera, anyway.

Time to pick up where she had left off.

She lightly picked at the cotton candy between two perfectly french-tipped nails, letting the sugar dissolve away into nothing but a sweet taste on her tongue. Shay didn't typically treat herself, but this afternoon was a bit more special- it wasn't every day that she could have hand-spun cotton candy.. Well, she could, but chose not to.

"When did you arrive in the sunny town of Westbrook?" Shay asked with some playful sarcasm, gesturing with her free hand to the sprinkling grey sky above. Norah was very interesting already- she had more facets than Shay had been anticipating.. which was going to be a bit of a challenge to get to know her, but she was ready for it.

BELIAL.​

 

[ailurophile]

ZIA WINDRIFT​

When the food arrived, Zia allowed her brothers to go running to claim it. She, however, remained in her chair, plucking a bottle of lotion from the sidetable and beginning the lengthy process of massaging it into one of her long legs. The scent -- vanilla -- was calming to her, and yet nauseating at the same time. It'd been her favourite a long time ago, always stashed in her bag with her cheer uniform.

This was the first time she'd applied it since the accident.

When she heard the commotion, she fumbled to screw the cap back on, and trotted out to see what was happening. The first surprise was that there were two strangers on the steps to the house. The second was the state one of those boys had found himself in, and the third was that Gus was outside. Offering to help.

Just as it happened so often these days, the clouded memories came flooding back. Zia remembered being on her feet, and then on the ground. Battered, beaten, bruised. She remembered then how one of the assailants had doused her in something, and she remembered how it'd burned like fire wherever it touched.
But most of all, she remembered being helped. Someone calling an ambulance, people pouring their bottled water all over her. Strangers, who had no connection to her at all, who wouldn't benefit from interrupting their evenings to come to her aid, who could have walked on by and continued their lives.

Yet they'd helped. Something that, at the time, Zia couldn't understand.
Compassion. Human decency.

It was this memory that spurred her out of the door, ignoring the ground, wet and cold beneath her bare feet. She pushed straight past Fitz to put her hand on the boy's shoulder, the shoulder that Gus wasn't holding already.

"He probably needs more than a band-aid, you idiot." She hissed, as though the poor boy couldn't hear her when she was addressing her brother. "Look at him!"

With her unnecessary scolding out of the way, she turned her attention to Alex himself, and smiled.

"Would you like to come in? You can't just go around delivering food covered in your own blood, it isn't very becoming." The awkwardness of her own words escaped her. She turned to look over her shoulder and, in a much more steely tone, barked the first order she'd given in a long time.

"Fitz! Go and fetch a new shirt."

Without giving Alex time to reply, she began to try and steer him back towards the house. "It won't take long, and then you can be on your way. I just can't let you -- we can't let you go without any help, isn't that right, Gus?"

She paused. Smiled, as she glanced towards the boy's -- colleague?

"Do you want to come inside, too, and check he's alright? I suppose you could use a break."

Braddington Hypnos TYPE Winona

 

[Winona]

Milos


He was late.

This was a horrible first impression on his new friend, Gia, but oh well. Couldn't change the past or whatever, right? He was there now, right after the Homecoming Court had finished being announced, and right then it had started to trickle rain. How befitting of this albeit miserable day, although he was hoping it would look up fairly soon. Gia was fun, and she had promised to bring along a friend. Some girl named Maisie.

However, when he found Gia, she was surrounded by girls. Milos recognized exactly none of them. It was a little nerve-wracking, approaching a group of four girls -- only one of which he recognized -- but Milos put a friendly smile on his face and walked over, his smile only widening when he caught Gia's gaze.

"Hey, Gia! Sorry about being late." He greeted her, then looked to see the other three. "You must be Gia's friends, yes? I am Milos. Nice to meet you."

This would be fine.

Twin Fantasy Soap Elf_Ruler​

 

[Braddington]

Fitzroy Windrift III

It happened fast. Faster than he could even comprehend. One second he was laughing along to Gus, handing out a tip, the next a loud thud echoed around his ears as the delivery guys head smacked the solid ground below. His eyes instinctively became teary, bloodshot, the shaking of his hand intensified to levels he couldn’t control. He couldn’t control anything. Memories flashed before his eyes, thoughts, sounds, places. His father. His mother. His brother. Some good, some horrific. He wanted to do something, to move forward, to help, but something kept him there. Still. Like a rabbit in the headlights. He couldn’t move.

As Gus intercepted the man, his words snapped him to the new reality around him. He shared a brief moment of eye contact with the second delivery guy, and then his sister, before he quickly grabbed a coat. Still shirtless. Heading outside. The rain pouring down on his skin, freezing cold with the same sensation of pins hitting his body. With one of his hands he slipped the notes the man had refused back into his pocket, he probably wouldn’t notice, before averting his gaze from Gus.

“I’m..i’m sorry. I have to head out. I have..something. Make sure he’s ok. Sorry.”

Before he could be stopped, or questioned, he headed towards the Lexus. His feet at a running pace. The door opened at his touch as he sat down inside, not bothering putting on his seatbelt before he and the vehicle jolted backwards onto the road. Speeding away.

His vision was bad. Tears clouded his gaze like raindrops on a car door. It didn’t matter. He just had to get away.

What speed limits he was breaking he could not say, what red lights he ran he could not say. He needed an out. He needed to stop. Fucking. Shaking.

After what seemed like miles he pulled up on the side of a road. Fumbling with his phone before pulling it out of his pocket. Immediately writing a text.

“Mal. I need something right now. I am in the car. I wanna meet up. Please dude. Anywhere.”

He didn’t mark it, or sign it, just throwing the phone down in the seat next to him and lighting a cigarette. A normal one. He could barely hold it. It didn’t do shit. A few drags was all it took before he threw it out the window.

Fuck.

What was wrong with him? What the fuck was this?

Hypnos TYPE Winona ailurophile BELIAL. ​

 

[Winona]

Zander

He'd come to the fair to paint kids' faces. However, you'd be surprised by the amount of slutty girls that wanted to look like a cat. But Zander had done good so far! A teacher had been there, looking over his shoulder and making sure that he didn't draw dicks or something on the slutty girls' faces. Zander kept glaring back at them. How dare this school not trust him. He vandalized one thing and now he was treated like a prisoner.

"I'm taking a break." Zander grumbled to the teacher as he finished up with another kid. The little girl had asked to be a pink tiger, and Zander had obliged and did a damn fine ass job, too.

He stood up from the stool, stretching to try and get rid of the aching in his back from being bent over for so long. Zander wasn't even part of the art club, and yet he had gotten all tied up in trying to help their stupid booth be a success. Stupid. Plus it wasn't supposed to be punishment, which was even more stupid because Zander actually liked it.

Zander wanted food. He started to walk away from the booth, when he caught sight of a really pretty girl sitting alone at a table. Not only did she look lost, but she looked cold, too, and Zander was nothing if not a gentleman. So he walked over to her, taking his jacket off as he did. Sure, all he had on underneath was a t-shirt, but it wasn't that cold. Just wet.

"Hey, you look cold." He said, and held his jacket out to her. Wait, maybe this was creepy... oh well, fuck it. A girl was cold and Zander didn't want to leave her look all wet and miserable. "I'm Zander."

geminiy​