Realistic or Modern Westbrook

[Direct Timing]

Vanden thought about Jaehwa's question. Where is someplace they both could go and hang out on a Sunday night and just chill. Not his house, not Jae's house. Not the school. Fuck that place. After a moment Vanden thought of a place. I got it. Vanden quickly sent Jaehwa a text.

"How about Barnes n Nobles? I can walk there, its just like a mile from my house. Plus, they have coffee."

It would be a good place to meet. Neutral ground as it were. No pressure from family sticking their noses where it doesn't belong. And no other school kids, Vanden hoped. Although, if he saw Anabelle there that would be cool. Or it might be awkward. He wasn't sure. But Vanden liked her and maybe she liked him too. Vanden launched his youtube app while waiting to hear back from Jaehwa. Trance music. As the music played Vanden set his cell phone up on the window's edge and caught a wiff of himself. I need a shower. Vanden headed to the shower and got it running. He threw off his clothes and jumped in, washing himself vigorously. After he got out he dried off and wrapped the towel around himself. He brushed his teeth and when he finished he stood in front of the mirror flexing his muscles. "I'm, to sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts!" Vanden sang and then went to his bedroom and put on some fresh clothes. He went over and checked his phone to see if Jaehwa had replied yet.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum had enjoyed her time with Jace at the cafe, enough so that she gave him her number and mentioned that he should text her. Of course she didn't want him to offer her a ride back considering she had snuck out and if she let him drop her off she would be in a larger world of trouble so she had left him at the cafe, but she had a feeling he would get in touch with her at some point. Probably not the weekend because most dudes did the whole don't text for like three days but she expected to hear from him. When Tatum had arrived home she snuck back into her window to see her mom sitting on her bed giving her a disapproving look. Tatum sat in the chair at her desk staring at her mom, "You gonna tell him?" her mother shook her head. The disapproving look bothered Tatum more than her father yelling at her. She sighed and put her head down, "I'm sorry, but neither of you are being fair." Her mom held her hand up,
"You're still grounded, but we have a parent meeting at you school coming up. I came to talk with you about it." Tatum explained that she really didn't know much but she knew never to be a bully. Her mother took her response and extended her grounding by a week. Tatum knew she would still sneak out if she wanted but she didn't want to fight with her mother.

The dreaded day came, the parent's meeting. Of course that meant Tatum had to be seen with her parents. She hated being out with her parents in public because she always had to put up this front of being perfect and looking perfect. She was quiet the whole drive to school while her parents were chattering up front. Once at the school Tatum tried to make a beeline to the gym but her mother kindly asked her to show them to the meeting room. Tatum complied and said very little because she didn't like saying much around her dad. He wasn't bad but he was tough and he questioned every move she made. He did it because he cared but Tatum felt like she was under a constant watch so she stayed silent when she was anywhere public with her family. She got them to the meeting room, "Love you guys, see you later." she made her way to the gym and wondered what exactly they were going to be doing in there.

Spoiler: Tatum's Father

Spoiler: Tatum's Mother

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[KingofAesir]

Sawyer​

"This is stupid. Why do I have to be here?"

Sawyer was beyond pissed that her father had decided for some reason that she needed to attend some stupid parents meeting. They weren't even going to be in the meeting for gods sake. They were just gonna close all the kids up in the gym for god knows how long while the grown-ups talked. Sawyer acted like she didn't want to be here because she had better things to do, but in reality, she just didn't want to see Grace. Her father knew she would be there and Sawyer had made that point abundantly clear to him, but he refused to let her get out of it. Sawyer was kind of suspicious that he thought if they saw each other they would just magically get back together. Oliver might have been just as sad as his daughter about their break-up. He knew how his daughter got after break-ups and he wasn't particularly fond of it. But he knew this one was different. He feared the outcome and prayed to god that they just fixed this before Sawyer got herself in trouble. Grace was a rock for her. He wasn't about to let her let that rock disappear. So, she was coming to this parents meeting whether she liked it or not. She definitely did not like it. Not one bit.

"Because," Oliver lamented as he opened the door to the school, "Appearances and all that. You've gotta be seen or something." He made a face as if to say, you know exactly why you're here. Sawyer just huffed and crossed her arms over her chest as they walked. To be honest, she didn't even know her father had a problem with Nona. Sawyer hadn't really been paying much attention to school related things as of late so she didn't really know what the problem was. Yeah, Nona was kind of an ass, sure, but Sawyer actually kind of respected the woman. Anyone with guts enough to get in her face the way Nona did was respectable in Sawyer's eyes. Oliver hadn't really told her why he was there, but she was sure it was something about Stu and her disciplinary actions after the fact. And probably the weed brownies. Definitely the weed brownies. Oliver wasn't generally the kind of guy that made a big deal about things so she was kind of surprised he even wanted to come to this in the first place. She'd seen him writing his points down and everything. Oliver Andrews actually getting prepared for something? Who would have thought?

"Whatever." Sawyer stuck her tongue out at her dad and started walking off toward the gym, "Have fun in your little meeting. Bring Nona down!" Sawyer chanted, pumping her fist in the air exaggeratedly. The gym came into view and Sawyer pushed her way into it. There was another girl already there but Sawyer didn't recognize her and there didn't seem to be anyone else present. She stared longingly at the rack of basketballs in the corner before deciding to screw it. Sawyer hadn't held a basketball in what felt like ages and she needed a little release. So, she jogged over to the rack and plucked one up. She spun it around on her finger for a moment, just to show off a little for the girl in the gym and then started shooting around. It felt good and she wondered why she hadn't come up here to shoot at all since the end of the season. Damn.

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[High5ives]

"You know, I really don't see why I need to go with you guys. You're only dropping off my transcripts, its not like I need to be there." Ozzy protested, walking into the living room of the small home to where his mom and dad both both sat on the couch. Regardless of how his parents responded, Ozzy had about half a dozen counter-arguments he was ready to pull out of his back pocket.

"Shush, Osvaldo." Mrs. Perez said. "I don't want to debate with you. You're coming with us so you can take a look at the school. Plus all you've done since we got here is sit in your room on your phone. It's time for you to go out and meet some people here. Making friends is important.

Ozzy stuck his finger up, like a Congressmen preparing to make a speech. "What did you always tell me when I was little?" He began, standing triumphantly, despite the fact he hadn't won anything yet.

"Don't take candy from stra-" His mother tried to get out before being cutoff.

"First impressions are everything!" Ozzy exclaimed. "You and I both know you only get one chance to make a first impression, and look at me! Do I look presentable to you!?" He paused before going on to list all his current appearance flaws on his fingers. "I haven't had a haircut in almost two weeks. My nice clothes are all dirty. I haven't unpacked my watches yet. Mom, I'm not even prepared for all this snow! I'm still dressing for sunshine and sunbathing when i should be dressing to face off against the Abominable Snowman!" He finished, ending with a literal handful of what he thought were good reasons not to go to the school today. His mom just sighed, she hadn't been won over yet. "Mom, if we're being honest, I haven't even showered today. I probably smell!"

Mrs. Perez shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "Ozzy, please just go get dressed. I don't want to argue." She pleaded.

Ozzy wasn't a bad kid. He just liked to be independent. When push came to shove though, he'd do what was asked. "Finneee." He groaned, turning to walk upstairs to his bedroom. "For the record, I did shower today. I'm not an animal." He muttered before disappearing up the stairs.

He heard his mother tell him 'Thank You' but it just went in one ear and out the other. Honestly, Ozzy was afraid to start school somewhere new, especially in a place that was so drastically different from home. Hell, he'd lived his entire life in Miami, he'd never even seen snow until moving to Westbrook, and yet here he was, feeling very alone in a city that was practically the opposite of home.

He sat just staring at his closet for a while. Most of his clothes were bright colors, the type of stuff that belonged in the vibrant streets of Little Cuba back in Miami, not the type of thing you'd see in Maine. He didn't really have many options though, or much of a choice. Ozzy eventually settled on a pair of jeans and a tie-dyed t-shirt. They didn't look great together, but he only had one pair of jeans and he wasn't about to wear shorts out into the frozen wasteland that was January in Maine.

Ozzy came back downstairs a couple minutes later to where both his parents were waiting, and then they were off, heading to the school. The drive took a lot longer than it should have, mostly because neither of Ozzy's parents had ever driven in the snow before, and they were both the cautious type. More then a few times, their small car would start sliding and the whole family would start screaming, but the drive was mostly uneventful. They didn't hit anyone at least. Ozzy spent most of the drive with his forehead leaning against his window and his eyes staring blankly at whatever they passed by. Why here of all places? Why couldn't they have moved to San Francisco or Seattle? Somewhere big and fun. Not some tiny little town clear up in the middle of nowhere.

The car slid to a halt, nearly hitting a light pole. They were here...

Ozzy didn't like how the snow crunched under his feet, or how hidden patches of ice sent hims scrambling for some sort of balance. The sidewalk was like a deathtrap, a gauntlet meant to deter the weak from entering the school. Twice, Ozzy went crashing down, hitting the frozen ground with a thud and puff of snow. He could feel the snow going down his pants and up into his shirt, freezing him to the bone. "I hate this place!' He snapped, hitting the mound of the snow beside him.

"Come on, Mijo." His mom beckoned from the safety of the school's entryway.

Ozzy obediently followed, but mostly because he didn't to spend another minute out in the cold.

"Me and dad are going to go find the office so where can get you all registered for school. Go an explore a bit? Walk the school so you don't get lost on your first day?" Mrs. Perez could tell Ozzy wasn't really happy with the move. Anyone could tell by the way Ozzy sulked, or how he only really smiled when he was on the phone with his friends back home.

"Yeah, whatever. See you guys in a bit..." Ozzy mumbled, going off to wander the empty halls of the school. The school seemed too big for Westbrook, too nice. Ozzy's last school was falling apart at the seams, but at least this school had all of it's ceiling tiles intact? Aside from his initial observation, there wasn't really much else for Ozzy to look at. He just went on his way, wandering the hallways of the empty school and looking incredibly out of place, if not lost all together...

 

[Cyn]

Brie Dennis​

[div style=line-height:22px;]Brie felt a light jab from the woman's words. She couldn't blame her. Nicole comes to the laboratory for solitude, skipping lunch for a sandwich, or none at all. Books would replace the meals, her nose stuck within its pages. Then comes her jaunty self, invading the space she created. With her non-stop nagging and continuous visit within her personal space, even the most tolerant ones would lose patience eventually. However, in spite of all the annoyance she had rained down onto her, she didn't falter. "Noted." she replied.

Her fork circled around the tagliatelle, scooping a few in its tine. The platter exuded a rich aroma. Melted cheese ladled the top. Grated Parmesan was spread across the dish. A dash of kale gave it a pleasant, green tint. The display itself promised a delightful bite. With high expectations, Brie lifted the utensil to her lips, taking the forkful of pasta into her mouth. It didn't disappoint. The truffles were few, but enough to enrich the pasta with its unique flavor. She understood, considering how expensive the wild mushroom was.

Once the question fell from Nicole's mouth, the brunette froze. It was sudden, coming out of nowhere. Confusion filled her being for a moment, until the query was quickly followed through. Her fists balled up unconsciously as she glanced at them. She flashed her another grin. "You should put more faith in my abilities. I won't lose a fight." Her fingers run through her unruly hair, palm wiping off the beads of sweat on her forehead. "But really, I just had my usual training in boxing. I don't get into fights, you know?" Her eyes glazed over the other's, before turning her head to the side. Brie started to question what Nicole thought of her. Outside her circle of friends, perhaps it was easy to misplace her personality. After all, she got herself in detention quite a number of times.

She took a few more bites of her meal before slumping down slightly on her chair. She had to admit, it was remotely disheartening to think that someone she's trying to befriend thinks low of her. Gathering back her bearings, she straightened herself once again. "I have my own camera back at home. We can talk about the topic of our project over lunch next week, before heading out, if you want?" A swig of her drink to drown out any remaining embarrassment she held from earlier.[/div]

Amyra_​

 

[Dede]

Attention Citizens of Westbrook!! This is your emergency broadcast system.

A English wolf has escaped from Westbrook zoo and is reported last seen near Westbrook High School. For their own safety, everyone is advised to seek shelter immediately!​

Oooooooooooooooowhoo---

The gym door swung back and slammed the Westbrook wolf in the snout.

‘OWWWW!’ That wasn’t meant to happen.

The wolf readjusted his nose. He was in such a hurry to get here that his clumsiness could be excused. It was the last period of what had been a long school day. All classes had been cancelled due to a parents’ meeting happening just a couple rooms down the corridor. This was as good an excuse as any for the kids to partake in the age-old Westbrook tradition of systematic violence that was 'flag tag'.

It looked like he got there just in time. The kids were splitting themselves up into two teams, donning their different coloured jerseys, yellow on the one end of the court and blue on the other. The twin colours of Westbrook.

Now the Westbrook wolf was too injured to participate in the game himself, but that didn't mean he couldn't still contribute to the spirit of the day. He trotted along the edge of the basketball court waving free KitKats at people, tossing a few up the bleachers, so that no one was left without a bite-sized piece of Westbrook's favourite chocolates to their name.

He reached the half court line, where a senior boy was stooped down and doing up his shoelaces, getting ready for the game. Without fear, he planted a KitKat on Mason’s head with a giant paw and ruffled up his hair.

‘HELLO HOOMAN.’

@ Everyone

 

[Winona]

Elise

Martin was obviously upset following that had happened with Stu. Elise was also upset, albeit for different reasons. He'd proposed this idea of a meeting to try and oppose Nona and get her to do something but, being relatively new, Martin didn't know a ton of parents. Enter Elise. Her years on the PTA and Ash's many friends meant that she knew plenty of parents, so she had contacted as many as she could, and encouraged them to spread the word about today's meeting.

Of course, she'd had to cancel a class... again for this nonsense. Now today, she was seated in one of the classrooms near the front of the room, her hands clasped together on top of the desk. Her eyes scanned over the room as parents started to filter in, her calculating gaze taking each of them in, one by one.

First in was Mrs. Sanders. A bubbly woman with an optimistic attitude, so different from her aggressive daughter. Soon in came... whatever the hell her last name was. That Mason boy's mother, and Drake's mother. The delinquent and the drug addict. This was shaping up to be a lovely cast of parents coming in, which just made her roll her eyes.

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Mary

O.M.G.

As Ava would've said it, anyway. Mary was beyond thrilled to be here. She hadn't expected to be invited to this little shindig, but as soon as she'd been invited, she had squealed loudly and now here she was. Plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in hand, and a huge smile on her face as she stepped into the room.

She couldn't wait to get to know the other parents better -- she'd only been to a handful of PTA meetings, and they were always a lot of fun, so this was bound to be even better.

"Look! I brought snackies!" She said with a little giggle as she took her plate, and set it down on a table nearby.​

 

[Winona]

Mason


Flag tag. When he'd first heard the suggestion, Mason had scoffed at it, but over time... well, hell yeah. He wanted to play this. And then he'd found out that the other team would be all girls, and Mason figured this would be an easy win. What? Leave him alone -- the biggest competitor on their team would be, what, Sawyer?

He had donned one of the blue jerseys, and had hooked the two flags to his belt. Mason was now crouched on the ground, tying his shoes and readying himself for the game. Every now and then he'd glanced up, his eyes roaming over the girls as they talked and planned their loss. Ha, this was going to be the best thing ever.

It was then that the "Westbrook Wolf" came in, skipping around and tossing Kit Kats like the god damn fucking Easter Bunny. Mason rolled his eyes, returning his attention to his laces... when the wolf came up and put a KitKat on his head, and started ruffling his hair. If this stupid dude had been anyone else, Mason would have flipped them and slammed them into the ground.

Instead, he let go of his shoelaces and reached up, pulling down the KitKat. He rose slowly to his feet and looked down at the kid, eyes narrowed slightly, before he held the KitKat out. "I don't like chocolate, kid. But thanks." He said, tossing the chocolate back at Stu before he reached up and smoothed his hair down.

"Not playing?"

Dede​

 

[mogy]

Noah
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“Mom! I want to stay at home!” Noah begged his mom while standing on the bottom stair, holding onto the white colored handrail. He was wearing only his boxers and his socks because he was just woken up from a really, really nice dream, which he wanted to continue. “Please let me stay at home!”

His mom, however, had no doubt that her young baby boy was going to this meeting with her, as she was already putting on a pair of her most expensive golden earrings. “And I want to make out with Leonardo DiCaprio, but we can’t all have what we want.”

“Mom! Ew!” Noah sighed loudly with a discussed grimace now on his face. “Please! I really don’t want to go.”

Noah’s mom was now looking at herself in the mirror, admiring how good she looked, not even paying the smallest part of her attention to Noah’s begging. God, that woman had an ego of a 50-year-old white male who just bought his fifth sports car. “Sorry, darling. You’re going.”

Noah tried to say something in order of staying home, but she was already ahead of him, saying what every mom says when she’s had enough of her kid, ‘end of discussion’. Noah did another one of those loud sighs, looking at his mom in the mirror. God damnit. His dad wouldn’t make him go to this meeting. In fact, the two of them would probably ditch the meeting and go watch a movie or something. But, life wasn’t exactly fair, so he was stuck with his mom.

She turned her gaze from herself in the mirror, to Noah in the mirror. “Now go get dressed.”

“Ugh, fine!” Noah did an eye roll, and sluggishly walked up the stairs and back into his room. Great. Just great. He didn’t know why, but today was just one of those days when he just wanted to spend the rest of the day laying in bed, scrolling through social media, not doing anything that comes close to productive. Sadly, he knew that wasn’t happening, so he put on a white t-shirt and a normal pair of jeans. As he looked at himself at the mirror, he could see that his tiredness could be seen from the moon.

He sighed again, leaving his room, and sluggishly walking down the stairs in the same fashion as he walked before. He looked at his mom, who was now suddenly in a completely different outfit. The previous one was a dark blue dress, but this one was a black fashionable sweater and some gray pants. How the hell did she change in the short period of time it took Noah to put on a shirt and some pants?

At moments like this, Noah really questioned if his mom was actually a witch or something like that and to be completely honest, it wouldn’t surprise him if she turned out to be one.

“You ready to hit the road?” She asked him, peeking another look at herself in the mirror.

“I guess.”

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As the two, Noah and his mom, walked through the school parking lot, Noah had to admit that they looked very good. Him in his black fuzzy jacket and a pair of jeans, and her in her high-neck black sweater and a pair of high-waisted gray pants.

Even though the lady was a pain in the ass with her constant worrying about how her family looks to the outside world, Noah had to admit that she had a great sense of style, and that he got that from her. No surprise there, really. His dad didn’t care about fashion whatsoever. If he had the ability to go to work in sweatpants and a polo shirt every day, he would. That was the only thing that actually bothered Noah about his dad.

It wasn’t soon before the two were to split up. They arrived at the door of the classroom where the meeting was going to be held.

Lydia
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“Have fun honey.” Lydia said to her son after giving him a kiss on the cheek, followed by a wave. After that she entered the classroom not knowing what to expect. These meetings were almost like some kind of a game for her. Yes, of course she cared about the school, and her son and all of that, but she loved to experience this parent drama. After all, this was Westbrook.

In the classroom itself, one lady was excited about snacks, and the other lady in the room was Mason’s mom. She didn’t really get along with the lady, but she loved her son. Oh, how she adored Mason. Mason and Noah were so cute together when they would hang out in Noah’s room all day. She constantly mentioned how she wanted Mason and Noah to end up together. She even referred to Mason as Noah’s boyfriend.

It was safe to say that Lydia was a hardcore Moah shipper, which was another thing that annoyed Noah, but that isn’t really a topic for right now.

Another lady, a redhaired one, was standing in the room as well. Lydia didn’t know this lady at all, or did know her, but just completely forgot her face. Either way, Lydia wanted to introduce herself.

She put down her black and white handbag on one of the chairs and approached the redhaired lady. To others, the redhaired lady might have seemed a little bit scary, but not to Lydia. She couldn’t have been frightened by anybody really. If anything, she was the person people were scared of. And by people, I mean Lydia’s sons and her husband.

“Hello, I’m Lydia.” She put her hand forward, in order of getting a handshake as well as a name from the redhaired lady.

Noah


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After getting a kiss on the cheek from his mom, Noah hurried to the gymnasium. He didn’t know if he was late or not, but he definitely didn’t want to be even more late.

He quickly, but silently, opened one of the gymnasium side doors just to enter at the most perfect moment. The Westbrook mascot was putting a Kit Kat chocolate bar on Mason’s head. To Noah’s surprise, however, Mason didn’t tear the wolf apart. As a matter of fact, Mason just let it slide, giving the Kit Kat back to the mascot.

Once it became obvious to Noah that Stu was the one in the costume, it made sense that Mason didn’t hurt him.

Noah walked up to the bin where all of the jerseys and the flags were, and picked one jersey up with two flags, putting it all on. After that he walked over to Mason, waiting for the game of Flag Tag to begin.

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Mentions: Winona (Mason, Mary), Dede (Stu)​

 

[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

Samantha Gilly

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The rest of Ana’s Sunday didn’t go quite as she had planned. No, it was far worse. Her father was home when she tried to sneak into the house after Vanden had left and he was outraged. His anger was that of an erupting volcano with her at its center. By the time he was finished, she was on the floor unconscious, broken furniture scattered about, and more than a little blood seeping from her body. The injuries were enough that she had to skip school on Monday, the pain being too much for her to do little more than get out of bed. She had at least a couple broken ribs, a concussion to some degree, a fractured rib, and more cuts and bruises to count. Most of them covered by her clothes, but there were a few that weren’t.


So when Tuesday came around, she forced herself out of bed and out to school, unaware that classes had been canceled for the day. She showed up early as always, but the school was mostly empty. Not a single student was there and only a few spare teachers who were using the time to catch up on work or rearranging lesson plans. A passing one informed her there was a parent meeting right after the normal last bell and so classes as a whole had been canceled for the day. She was more than thankful. She wouldn’t hate to face teachers and students who gave her questioning looks and as much as she was thankful for everything he had done, she wouldn’t run into Vanden, who would most likely ask even more questions.


She went to the school’s library and spent the day there, working on missed assignments from the day before, readings chapters and books in advance, and about halfway through the day accidentally falling asleep. She woke up with a jolt as a loud ringing filled the quiet space. Wide eyes looked around, unsure what was going on until they fell on the clock. Her body relaxed as she realized it was just the last bell that had sounded. She quickly gathered up her things and stuffed them into her bag before making her way out of the library.


She was aware the students themselves were gathering in the gym, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go and face her peers. She still didn’t know anyone but Vanden and wasn’t really sure if she wanted to. She wouldn’t be there for too much longer anyways. Her father’s business had been extended, but he was certain they would only be there another couple months at most. Lost in her thoughts, she found herself walking in the direction of the gym and didn’t realize until she was standing at its doors. She took a moment to pull her sleeves down as much as she could and ducked her head, hiding the very obvious hand shaped bruise on her neck and the two cuts on her face. A shaky hand reached up and she opened the door, slipping inside as she let out a long breath.


She stood awkwardly at the door for a moment, her eyes gazing around the gym. There were a few people scattered about and none of them were familiar to her… except for one. Her brows furrowed and she looked up, staring at the boy in the center of the court. He was with two others, both of which she didn’t recognize. But the other boy… with dark wavy hair, he looked familiar. A hand immediately went up and clutched the silver necklace she always wore. It belonged to her mother before her death and Ana could feel a lump form in her throat.


She immediately turned her eyes back downcast and made her way to the bleachers. She moved about halfway up and stuck herself into a corner before pulling out her notepad and curling up. She started absently sketching, but couldn’t help but keep glancing down at the trio in the center. It made her nervous that he seemed to be familiar. She lad lived in that small town once upon a time, but it had been several years ago. Too many years ago for her to even remember anyone specifically.

Sam shrugged her shoulders a bit before putting her hands on her hips, shifting her weight so one of her feet raised up onto the toe of her sneaker. “I did a little bit of photography awhile back and I really liked it. I always always wanted to get those really difficult shots and it was always a lot of fun.”


She couldn’t help but smile, a hand reaching up so her fingers could run through her her hair. “Yeah, I usually have a short phase where I try to match my hair to the season and there’s so much snow here… I thought it would be a good match. I change hair colors pretty regularly, though.” She quirked her head to the side and looked away, lost in thought for a moment. “I’m not sure which color to do next. I want to do something I’ve never done before. I’ll have to look at whatever the trends are now.”


Her cheeks were already a light shade of pink from being out in the cold, but she could feel more heat light up her face as Tallulah pulled out her camera. She’d never been asked to be photographed before. She considered herself to be pretty, to a degree, but not that much. “Yeah, sure! I don’t mind.” She laughed the embarrassment away and took a few steps back. “Anywhere in particular you want me to go or anything you want me to do?” She stretched her arms out and motioned to the rest of the park around them. “I’m sure you’d like somewhere a little more interesting than the basketball court.”

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[Winona]

Ash

After the whole fiasco at her house, Ash may have fixed her life up a very tiny bit. Her and Grace seemed to be, well, getting closer again to a degree, although it still felt a bit strained. Grace had helped her clean up her room and even spent the previous night at Ash's house. They had then talked about the whole Sawyer thing, and Ash felt horrible for not being there for her best friend more throughout it. But things could change now, right? She could start being there.

And today she was already making strides. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, she had a clean t-shirt on and shorts for this game of flag tag, and Ash had even had a breakfast that wasn't composed of alcohol! Why the sudden change, you may ask? Well, flag tag was her and Grace's game. They were experts.

And Ash was out for blood.

Especially when she found out it was going to be girls vs. boys. Oh, how she was going to relish in slamming boys into the ground, distracting them, tricking them, whatever worked. Ash was beyond ready for it.

Hence why, well, she had cleaned up. After all, you can't distract the guys if you look like an alcoholic that... well, okay, you can't distract the guys if you look as bad as Kanen. And yeah, she was planning on slipping to a bottle and maybe another Tinder date after this game but for now, she was enjoying the feeling of being clean.

"Are you ready?" Ash asked Grace, a huge smile on her face. She'd pulled on one of the yellow jerseys with the flags, and was now stretching. Touching her left toes, then her right, before her eyes fell on a blonde. She'd heard her name before, right...?

"Hey, umm... Tatum?"

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[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum had watched the girl who spun the ball, she was cute but Tatum wasn't sure if it was just she accepted girls were cute or if there was more to it. No girl was every ugly and each were beautiful in their own way but not one had made her wonder about dating a girl but she had enjoyed watching for a little. That was until her staring was pulled out of it's trance by the loudest announcement ever and it was flag tag. At least Tatum knew she could crush anyone in flag tag and she was not going to stand to lose. She grabbed a yellow jersey and was looking around at all the students, This is going to be a bloodbath she thought momentarily. As she looked around the wolf was handing out kit Kats to everyone and she only rolled her eyes a little. Only at Westbrook would that happen.

Tying up her hair Tatum was getting ready to stretch when she heard her name called. No one had known her name really except a small group of people and she had liked keeping it that way. She turned to stare at another blonde who was super pretty but also had the super preppy look on her face. Not a bad thing just how she looked. She couldn't placate girls name but she had seen her around, "Yeah?" she cocked her head just a little, "And you are?" she was glad that at least she wasn't going to be going lone wolf on this match even though it was boys against girls. She kept her ears in tune with the girl as she attached her flags to herself. No way was she going to lose a flag to any of the males. She was too competitive to let herself be bear by the boys and this was the game to prove that the girls were not messing around.

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Interaction: Winona (Ash)

 

[KingofAesir]

Oliver​

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Oliver didn't really know what to do in this whole situation. Here he was sat in a room with mostly women. He scanned the room and only found one father in the whole place. He'd always known that there was a relative lack of them but come on. Suddenly a woman burst through the door bearing a tray of cookies in hand. Oliver let a small smile of relief twitch at the edge of his mouth as she sat the cookies down on the table. He moved to take one and was quite surprised with the taste. Maybe if he could just stay on this side of the room with the cookies he could avoid Elise and what ever other devil parents decided to Grace them with their presence. Oliver was a typically nice guy, always one to give the benefit of the doubt, but Elise was on a whole other level of devil woman. Not even Kate managed irk him as much as she did. But he wasn't about to express that distaste in any way. The last thing he needed was drama that could potentially boil over into drama for his kid. Sawyer would have a fit.

"These are super good." Oliver informed the brunette woman with a smile that was almost completely identical to his daughters, "I can't remember the last time I had homemade cookies." He finished off his cookie and offered the woman his hand, smile still gracing his face, "Oliver Andrews, I'm Sawyer's father, if you know her." While Oliver liked to think he was a social butterfly his job kind of prevented him from socializing with the other parents, so he didn't really know that many of them. He was loathe to say the ones he did know weren't particularly good company. So, he was glad to make this woman's acquaintance.

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Sawyer
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Flag tag. Sawyer wanted to know who in the hell had decided to pit the guys and girls against each other in fucking flag tag of all things. Not that she was complaining, of course, Sawyer was always up for competition, but she despised flag tag. It just felt kind of stupid to her. But that didn't matter right now. Because if she was going to be forced to be here to hell if she wasn't going to win. She would've liked to have been able to pick teams instead of splitting them up by gender. It would be nice to have a few football players on her side, but there was always the track girls. Sawyer looked around at her team and spotted a few of them stretching together. She smiled, yeah, there's always the track girls. As her eyes moved away from them they fell on the last person she needed to be thinking about right now.

She was with Ash. That was good, Sawyer knew how close she and Ash had been once. Sawyer was glad that Grace had someone to lean on. Despite her initial want to avoid Grace, she found her feet carrying her closer to the two of them. But, at the last possible second he better sense kicked in and she stopped short. Now she was just left standing there with a kicked puppy look on her face. Sawyer shook her head and tore her gaze away from Grace as the girl she'd been showing off for earlier started talking to Ash. Her gaze then found itself on the track girls again. What the hell, she needed a distraction anyway. Before Sawyer knew it she had one of the runners enraptured by some story or another about Sawyer's time in New York. She couldn't even remember the chicks name. Despite nameless track girl's attention, Sawyer still found her gaze drifting back to Grace every so often and she had to catch herself multiple times. This was quite possibly the worst feeling ever.

Mentions: Soap Winona Elf_Ruler

 

[Kipsy]

Jaehwa

Mood: Excited | Interacting with: Vanden ( Direct Timing )

barnes & noble sounds cool. i'll head over there right now. might be a while since i have to walk--don't have a bike, unfortunately--but i'll see you there soon.

As soon as he sent the text, Jaehwa was gathering up his things and getting ready to go. He grabbed a charging brick and cable on his way out of the house as a last-minute call sort of thing. Although his battery wasn't terribly low, that all could change depending on how much time he spent texting Vanden on his way to the book store. Speaking of, though...

how was your weekend? you said you were busy; anything good happen?

His feet plodded heavily against the sidewalk as he picked up his pace, eager to see his friend again. It wasn't often that he got together with people. Unless you were in the drama club, you didn't see much of Jaehwa. He wasn't very active on social media, either, having such a weak presence online that he found himself not as hooked to it as other teenagers may be. Perhaps that was all stuff that needed to change, though. He wanted to try having more friends. That was his little goal for himself, and he was, so far, sticking with it.

Once he finally came upon the Barnes & Noble, he entered, pulling down his hoodie and taking in the unique scent of books that filled his lungs. A pleasant sense of vellichor overcame him, which he loved, and he allowed himself to drift off momentarily to one of the first few displays. It wasn't long, though, before he remembered that he was here to meet someone, not wander the aisles of books mindlessly.

you here yet? i'm by the front.

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[Soap]

Kate

She walked alongside Grace, listening to her mumble on something about Ash. Truthfully, Kate had nothing against the blonde, it was more against her mother. Although her daughter's best friend seemed to be going through... more than a rough patch. What? You think she doesn't listen to the gossip? It was one thing to attempt to believe her daughter was pregnant, another to see another problematic West. And frankly? She wasn't having it.

"It wasn't a big deal, really. I just spent a night because--"

When Kate wanted an explanation on why she felt the need to spent a night at a preemie alcoholic's house, she didn't expect her daughter to ramble on for so long.

"That's enough. It's fine. But I think you should stop spending all your time with Ash."

Grace's surprised reaction was enough for Kate to soften her eyes and explain with a bit more reason. "It's only a matter of time before she turns into her mother--" Her daughter scoffed and rolled her eyes, walking away from her and into the gym. "... And I don't want to see you hurt." Shaking her head with a heavy sigh. Her daughter wasn't typically the one to storm off... but surprisingly, Kate didn't feel the need to push today. Besides, she was just a teenager. It's typical.

PTA meetings was something Kate always attended. Although missing a few due to work. Did you expect her to not be involved in her daughter's social life. Did you expect anything less? Walking into the room she raised an eyebrow towards Elise. Why was she even here? With a smile, she approached the redhead.

"Oh! Elise, are you here auditioning for the 'mother' role?“

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Grace

Grace wasn't in a terrible mood today. Day... something and something without Sawyer. It's fine! She was doing fine. Talking with Ash helped, like, a lot. She missed that. And it seemed like they were repairing things so, here's hoping it stays like that. She tried to push more about why she was lashing out, no, she didn't use those words exactly. Grace wasn't stupid. But she tried to understand why Ash wasn't being... Ash. Was it because Ryder left?

Her questions went unanswered as Ash kept deflecting them and making Grace open up instead.

That wasn't as fun.

Kate went on about how Ash was a bad influence or something, but Grace wasn't interested in hearing it. So she walked away without another word. Entering the gym and almost walking out at the sight of Sawyer... talking to Jess. It was fine... totally fine! It's not like Just a few months ago Grace was drooling over her on the steps, and now... she wanted to be anywhere but here. Besides, Sawyer was allowed to talk to other girls. It wasn't like they were actually... whatever.

Grace approached Ash with a bright smile while slipping on her yellow jersey, "Hell yeah." She was so much more than ready, despite her terrible week, or well, weeks. This was definitely bound to be the highlight of it. This was their game.

Practically crowned queens, champions, the greatest-- well, you get the point.

She took the opportunity to distract herself from Sawyer and introduce them both. "She's the sidekick of the greatest flagtag player known to man." Grace teased and quickly reassured Ash with a soft punch on the arm

"Kidding. Kidding. I'm Grace. That's Ash."

Winona Elf_Ruler
KingofAesir​

 

[Direct Timing]

After a while Vanden eventually fell asleep while waiting to hear from Jaehwa. There was a buzz in the hallways Monday about the parent meeting on Tuesday and rumors of someone getting hurt last week or something. Who knows what really was going on. Thankfully there was no football practice on Monday because all Vanden could think about was what happened Saturday with Anabelle and he was dreading having to go back to the changing room. In fact, he was going to make damn sure he wasn't the first one there when it did come time for football practice. He wondered how Anabelle was doing and hoped that she was ok. She was a strange, quiet creature, and that made Vanden uneasy. Anabelle was so pretty and sweet, but yet, she always kept her dead down like a puppy that was constantly getting into trouble. That wasn't normal for a girl. They loved attention, and flaunted their good looks, but Anabelle was the exact opposite. She didn't want to be seen or noticed. Nor did she want Vanden's cell phone number. That was strange, but apparently she didn't have her own cell phone, which was even stranger. I wonder why not...

The school bus let Vanden off a block from his house and he walked the rest of the way home like he always did. As he got just a few feet from his drive way he heard someone call out to him.

"Dude, you gonna come over and shovel my side walk or what?" Brian asked.

Vanden turned to see who it was. He waved saying, "Yeah, be over in a minute."

"Well hurry your ass up before it freezes over again." Brian said smiling.

"I will! Be right there!" Vanden said and ran inside to drop off his back pack and hurried back out side. Brian was still standing there. His garage door was open and Brian waved him over. "I got a snow shovel in the garage you can use. Do you need gloves or a hat?"

"Nah, I'm good." Vanden said with energetic youth.

"Then get your ass busy." Brian said with a laugh.

"Yes sir!" Vanden said. He went into Brian's garage and found the snow shovel hanging up on the wall. Next to it were shovels, rakes, and a weed eater. On the far wall by the door going into the house was a work bench with all sorts of tools. Vanden didn't look around to hard though, he had to get to work. After a couple of hours Vanden finished clearing the side walk and the drive way both. He put the snow shovel back where he found it and then went to the front door and knocked. Brian came to the door and opened it. He had a beer in one hand and he was just wearing a pair of jogging pants now and his chest muscles stood out. "Come on in Vanden." Brian said holding the screen door open.

Vanden came in rubbing his hands together. He was freezing, and so were his hands and ears. "C'mon over here by the fire place." Brian motioned and then sat down on the sofa. Vanden went over to the fire place and stood very close to it trying to warm his front side while Brian glanced at Vanden's backside. "Nice." Brian said and then went back to looking at his TV guide. Vanden turned around to warm his butt.

"What's nice?" Vanden asked.

Brian held up the TV guide. "Football re-cap on tonight. You wanna stay and watch it with me?" Brian asked.

"Uhm, I-uh, I have homework." Vanden said a little nervously.

"Well you gotta do your homework."

"Yeah...like every night." Vanden said almost bitterly.

"It's a pain in the ass, but its good for you. Makes you smart, so no slacking." Brian said pointing at Vanden.

"I know, I was going to do it." Vanden said feeling accused.

"I know you were Vanden, you're a smart kid. And you want to stay in football."

"Yeah, it's all I really live for." Vanden added.

"Most football players feel the same way Vanden. Hell, I still feel that way, and I don't even play football anymore." Brian said with a laugh.

Vanden laughed too and he put his hands in his Letterman jacket pockets. "So, uhm, you were going to pay me?" Vanden asked making an unsure face.

"Yeah, of course. How much do I owe you?" Brian asked standing up.

"Uhm, I dunno, Ten bucks?" Vanden shrugged.

"Ten bucks! That's not enough for working so hard." Brian wen over to the kitchen counter and got his wallet. He pulled out a couple of bills and walked over to Vanden. "Here kiddo, forty bucks is more like what you earned."

Vanden's eyes went wide for a moment while reaching out for the money. "Uh, are you sure?" Vanden hesitated.

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be handing it to you." Brian said.

Vanden took the money and put it in his jacket pocket. "Thanks Brian."

"You bet Vanden." Brian went back over and sat down and took a sip of his beer. He saw that Vanden was still standing there. He raised his beer up to Vanden. "You want one?"

Vanden was very tempted to say 'yes' but he knew if he did then he wouldn't get his homework done. But a beer did sound great. "Ok, maybe one." Vanden said with an awkward smile.

Brian smiled. "That's my rising star." Brian said and he went to the fridge and got a cold one for his neighbor.

"Here, twist off the cap." Brian said handing Vanden the bottle.

Vanden was feeling good. He took the bottle and easily twisted off the cap. A mist rose from within and Vanden put the cold beer up to his lips and drank a couple of gulps.

"C'mon, sit down. Take your jacket off." Brian said patting the spot next to him on the sofa.

Vanden sat his beer down and took off his jacket. He just had a short sleeve shirt on underneath. He laid his jacket down on the other end of the sofa and then grabbed his beer sitting down next to Brian.

Brian held his beer over towards Vanden. "Here's to two football players."

"Cheers." Vanden clinked his beer against Brian's.

They both drank and Brian put his right arm across the sofa's back so that it was behind Vanden. "Lets see what's on TV." Brian said taking the remote and putting the TV on ESPN. "Here's some recaps." Brian said setting down the remote. As they watched Briand and Vanden called out to the players and the referees. "That pass was bullshit." Vanden said realizing he had finished his beer.

"Yeah, I call bullshit on that too." Brian said. "Hey you need another one." Brian looked at his beer and he finished it up and then burped so loudly Vanden laughed. "I think I need another one too sport." Brian got up and went to the fridge. Vanden saw a blurry clock on the mantel. 7:30PM.

"Uhm, actually, I need to go home." Vanden said standing up. Vanden felt buzzed.

"C'mon sport, have one more before you go home." Brian said walking back with two beers.

"I really can't, sorry. Maybe next time." Vanden said getting his jacket and putting it on.

"Well, ok then. Next time." Brian said and he walked Vanden to the door. "Alright, thanks again for shoveling that snow." Brian said patting Vanden on the back.

"You're welcome Brian." Vanden said with a smile and he walked across the street back to his home.

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On the way over Vanden and his dad barely said two words to each other. The awkward silence was deafening and Vanden hated going anywhere with his dad. Finally his father said something. "You shovel neighbors side walk and drive way?"

"Yup." Vanden said.

His dad gave him that look. "I mean, yes sir." Vanden corrected himself.

"You getting smart mouthed, maybe you need reminded of your place." Mr. Xie said.

"I didn't mean any disrespect." Vanden said sitting up a little straighter.

"Good. Now where do I turn?"

Vanden pointed to the school entrance leading to Westbrook High School. Once they got to the school Mr. Xie and Vanden made their way to the gym. "Uh, well, here's where I get off." Vanden said with a small smile. His dad looked into the gym. There were several kids in there running around or sitting on the bleachers. His dad put his hand on Vanden's shoulder. "Go have fun with your school mates. When I'm done I'll come get you." His dad said with a fake smile.

"Yes sir." Vanden said and he turned to go into the gym. He recognized some of them of course, but others he didn't. He walked over to the bleachers and ran up to about halfway and found a row no one was sitting on. Vanden's eyes trailed across the gym as he looked for Anabelle. His eyes stopped on the back of a girl with black hair sitting at the very edge of a bleacher. She had a small frame and Vanden knew that had to be her. He quickly stood up leaping from one bleacher to the next going down until he was next to Anabelle. He sat down next to her with a smile. "Hey pretty." He said but as he got look at her face his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. "Jesus Christ Anabelle, what happened to you?" Vanden said almost standing up. "Those bruises and cuts...those aren't from Saturday..."

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[Winona]

Elise

First, she was greeted by a blonde woman that seemed to radiate authority and bitchiness. Elise, not one to be deterred by someone that looked like this, stood up from her seat and held out her hand with a wry smile. "Elise Summers. Pleasure to meet you." She said with a sweet smile on her face. She shook the woman's hand, then clasped her hands in front of her.

"Who is your child?" Probably one of the bitchy girls, from the look of this woman.

Before she could really receive an answer from Lydia, Kate came over. Kate's words obviously pissed her off, but she tried to stay calm and collected until Martin got here to back her up. "Adorable, Kate, really. And tell me... how many guys has it been that have left you?" She smirked at Kate. Elise may have been a bad mother, but at least she could keep a man.

"Sorry for Kate's attitude." She said, turning her attention back to Lydia with a pleasant smile.

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Mary

"Oh well honey, don't you worry." If there was one thing Mary loved to do, it was bake. And if someone loved her cookies, well, Mary was all for it and was beyond psyched to share them with people. "I'll cook up all the cookies you and your Sawyer could eat." She said, after Oliver had mentioned his daughter, of course.

"I don't think I know her. My little Avalon doesn't have many... friends. Just that lovely little Jules." She said with a pleasant laugh. That being said, maybe they could set up a little playdate for Avalon and Sawyer! She could always use more friends, and Sawyer seemed like a lovely girl if she was anything like her father.

"Isn't this exciting? Well, not the kid getting slammed into a sink part, but all the parents coming together to discuss this." It was nice. It gave her a sense of community, and it was wonderful to put parents' faces to their kids.

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Maria

She really didn't want to be here, but her sons had insisted. Of course Maria had spent little time listening to Mason's reasonings -- something about how he had helped the kid (was it Steve?) and that suddenly made it her fault, and now she needed to come to this ridiculous meeting. Maria stuck to herself, holding her purse close as she cast a glance around at the other parents.

Maria Rivera hated this with a burning passion as she took a seat near the back, looking around at the others. She didn't trust any of these parents and to be fair, why the hell should she?

They were all just so stuck up.​

 

[Winona]

Ash

Okay, so maybe she was feeling a little better. Or -- and this was more likely -- Ash was just doing a good job at hiding how broken she felt while she laughed and joked around with Grace and Tatum.

For a moment, her attention was drawn away from the girls and the game when her phone buzzed. And maybe for a moment, she thought it was Ryder, until she reminded herself just how stupid that was. Instead, it was a Tinder message. Ash bit her lip for a moment, then opened the app and sent a quick reply, before she slipped her phone back in her pocket.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at Grace's teasing. "Please, you're only that great because I've got your back." Ash teased, with a wide smile before she looked back at Tatum. "Wanna join us? Team Grash is ready to destroy those boys, but we could always use a third wheel. Make this bicycle a tricycle." Okay, that sounded stupid, but she was laughing, anyway.

Maybe it was fun to make stupid jokes sometimes.

Elf_Ruler Soap​

 

[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

Being in the gym was surprisingly peaceful. She didn’t really feel anxious or anything. It helped that most people probably didn’t even know she was there. So, she sat there and silently drew, mostly the other people in the gym. Little portraits scattered the paper of everyone. She almost avoided drawing that one boy, the one she recognized, but she decided that would be weird even though no one else would see it. Most of them were getting ready for some kind of game. She guessed flag football or something similar, but she found it strange they were doing it in the gym and not outside or something. It was still cold out of course, but all the outdoor sports teams still practiced out there.

When someone ran up the bleachers, she curled up further into a ball and continued her drawing. She wasn’t even sure who it was until she heard the loud thumping of someone moving down the bleachers only to have it end right next to her. She jumped, her head swiveling in the direction of whoever it was. Vanden. She could feel the blood drain from her face and she instantly turned away, but it was too late. Jesus Christ Anabelle, what happened to you? Her heart started racing and she reached a hand up, brushing some hair over her face. She had wanted to avoid this, anyone seeing the injuries on her face, especially Vanden. She knew he would ask questions and she couldn't answer them, especially in a place like this.

Her eyes darted around, looking to see if anyone was paying them any kind of attention, but it seemed like no one was. She was glad for that at least. It would be bad if today of all days, when all these parents were here, if word were to get our about her. She hastily turned to a blank page in her notepad and scribbled something to show him.

I fell when I was outside yesterday…It’s no big deal…It was super icy around my house.

She handed him the notepad and pulled her arms back for a moment, wrapping her arms around herself, but really using it as an excuse to pull her sleeves further down.

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[Direct Timing]

Vanden watched as her face went white at seeing him. Vanden knew something was up right away. Anabelle wrote something. When she handed it to him he read it in disbelief. He handed the notepad back to her and looked around. No one seemed to be paying attention to them. Vanden looked back to Anabelle and whispered, "Bullshit." He said trying to let it go. "You and I are going to have a serious talk, but not here...later...after school." Vanden said still whispering. But Vanden couldn't let it go. "Look, Anabelle, I really like you ok? And seeing you like this-" Vanden shook his head. "It makes me crazy..." Vanden looked away and then back to Anabelle. "...fucking crazy..." He whispered in her ear. "Who was it by the way, which one of these assholes did this? Because I'm going to fucking kill them..." He went on ready to punch something. "Understand?"

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[Dede]

Martin

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Martin luckily didn’t have to cancel any of his lectures to be here. He did, however, have to endure almost an hour in the notorious Maine traffic. Sometimes it felt as though his new life in America was just a series of traffic lights, plus the occasional trip to the hospital. Whether or not that was preferable to life on Sheep Street was debatable.

Compounding his headache was the endless bickering in the passenger seats between the Bisleys. He’d offered them a ride to Westbrook High, because apparently Deborah wanted Bowbow and Tom to observe what school was like in the States.

Deborah was going on and on about the rude air hostess she had an argument with on the flight here. Martin nodded along, though he wasn’t exactly paying attention to her. All he was thinking about was how he would handle himself at the PTA meeting. Would he be aggressive or accommodating?

The longer he waited for the green light, the more his blood boiled over Principal Nona’s previous insult to him and his qualifications. That he and the headmistress of Westbrook High didn’t see eye to eye was an understatement. He thought she was utterly incompetent and the students of Westbrook better off having a donkey run the place.

When he got to the meeting room, many other parents were already there. Thanks to Elise. He eyed the plate of chocolate cookies on the table, which looked to his eyes a little on the burnt side. Martin, of course, was a relentless food critic and a connoisseur in the culinary arts. . .

There was no sign yet of Principal Nona. He approached Elise and the two other mothers beside her. ‘Thanks for coming on such short notice,’ he told them. ‘I’m Martin, uh. . . Stuart’s father.’ He said and offered some reluctant handshakes.

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Deborah

Deborah found the traffic thoroughly enjoyable. The longer it went on the more time she had to catch up with Martin. He was a pretty handsome man, come to think of it. Well-educated too, just like her late husband, and nowhere near as snobby or bald. Elise was a very lucky lady.

It was also quality time for her beautiful children, Bowbow and Tom, to bond. Listening to them arguing with each other in the backseat was music to her ears. She was glad the two were enjoying America and each other's company so much.

Now they were in the school parking lot and Martin excused himself to attend some important meeting with the other parents. He left in such a hurry she didn't even get to wish him good luck. The good news was that Deborah and her children were free to explore Westbrook at their own leisure. Deborah popped a gum in her mouth and glanced up and down the empty hallway. 'Isn't this just lovely, Bowbow?' she said an excited grin. 'Wooooow,' she peered through the door into a classroom, chewing aggressively as she did. 'Tom, -- nom nom nom *slurp*, come take a look at this!'

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Neck Tie

Neck Tie caught the KitKat that Mason tossed back at him. 'I can't,' he replied. 'It sucks. The doctor said I'm not supposed to do any sports.'

How could Mason not like chocolate? It was inconceivable to him that anyone didn't like KitKats.

Neck Tie wiggled out of his wolf-head and plopped the furry mass down on the nearest seat. He was sweating like a pig inside the costume. He wiped his sticky hair across his forehead and patted his face dry along the bandage with his paws. The mascot boy stood beside Mason and squinted out at the basketball court, where some kids were starting to take their positions. Boys vs. girls sounded a little unfair to him. Sawyer would be on the opposite team. Of course the girls were going to win.

He saw Noah heading toward them and passed him a small smile and a little wave with his paw, offering him the KitKat that ought to have been Mason's.

'Are your parents here as well? A. . . apparently the meeting is about me,' he said, glancing between Mason and Noah. 'That's what Dad and Elise were saying, anyway.'

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Nicole Belrose​

Nicole followed Brie’s gaze, her knuckles turned white, her cheeky little grin in place again. Fingers raking through the thick mane of hair. Nicole found herself looking away from the spectacle. It felt slightly intrusive for the heiress the more she thought about it. When Nicole found the will to look back again, Brie was looking away now. She raised a brow, Nicole was fairly surprised to find out Brie was still attending her extracurricular activities, admittedly, Nicole wouldn’t call punching things as extracurricular activities. Nicole could appreciate the effort, it certainly had a certain attractive quality that Nicole couldnt shake off.

Nicole noticed Brie’s posture slumping for a moment, before springing up again like a ball. So quick to recover, Nicole envied that trait of Brie's though the heiress would die first before admitting to that. Nicole rearranged her cutlery on her plate, and beckoned a waiter over to request for her receipt, "That is good then." Nicole commented after the waiter had given her the receipt. She quickly scanned over the contents and saw it included Ms. Dennis' meal as well, Nicole handed her card without missing a beat. "My parents do not approve of this photography project and wouldn't allow me to buy a camera for it." Nicole could argue it was valuable experience but decided not to, her parents were a handful as it is. Fortunate that Nicole herself was with a partner who actually had the required tool for the job.

"I will see you on Monday, Ms.Dennis." She said, pushing herself out of her seat.





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Lydia

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Oh, there was another Elise? Noah had told Lydia about talking with a woman with that name, but surely this woman wasn’t the one Noah had described to her, with all of the attitude and bitterness escaping her mouth with every spoken word. This woman seemed like a very nice and kind lady.

As Elise asked Lydia who her child was, another blonde mother joined into the conversation, insulting her. That was kind of surprising for Lydia since that wasn’t something that happened in normal meetings, but Lydia was here for it. It surprised Lydia to the point where she almost forgot to answer Elise, but when she tried to, Elise snapped back at the other blonde lady.

Lydia didn’t complain, but just stood there, observing the two ladies. This drama was something she didn’t want to be apart of, but definitely wanted to stick around to see how the situation would develop.

Lydia was now sure that this Elise was one hundred percent the Elise Noah had told her about. Just the way she spoke back, and insulted the blonde lady was enough for Lydia to realize that. She could even sense the bitterness apart from all of the attitude the redhaired woman was emitting with her words.

“It’s really no problem for me.” Lydia paused trying to remember what Elise’s question was. “Um, Noah. My child is Noah Stewart.”

Soon enough, a father joined the three ladies.

Who is this hot chunk of British?

Lydia was a happily married woman, but she didn’t see what was wrong with checking the catalogue of Westbrook men here and there. It wasn’t like she was going to cheat on her husband or anything. Nothing of sorts would be happening. Right?

She extended her hand to Martin and shook his hand. A firm grip. Good.

“I’m Lydia Stewart, Noah’s mom.”

Noah

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Noah took the offered Kit Kat and opened it. He started eating it right away, since he needed to eat something if he was planning on winning this flag tag. Noah used to be really good in this game, and now that he does track, he should be even better, knowing that he was probably one of the fastest people there. Okay, maybe not the fastest, but the one with the most stamina definitely.

“Yup, Mrs. Egoistic is here.” Noah answered Stu’s question before taking another big bite, the last bite of the Kit Kat bar. After that, the Kit Kat was no more. While chewing, however, Noah noticed a girl on the bleachers. Oddly enough, she seemed very familiar to Noah, even though he didn’t think he ever saw her in his life.

His first idea was that she reminded him of somebody from Italy, but she was far too pale for that.

Huh. Interesting.

Noah shrugged it off, making a mental note to look for the girl after the game of flag tag.

Interactions: Winona (Elise), Dede (Martin, Stu)
Mentions: Gomenesigh (Ana), Soap (Kate)​

 

[Cyn]

Brie Dennis​

Brie was dumbfounded to hear that her parents don't approve of the project. She always thought her parents were the type to encourage academic activities, as long as their child excelled in it. At least, that's what she gathered from her habits considering she was an overachiever. It seemed she thought wrong. However, what surprised her even more was her lack of the needed gadget for said project. "Really? Even the princess doesn't have everything, huh." She rested her chin on her palm, increasingly intrigued about the blonde. "I'll bring my camera on Monday. We can decide our theme then." Another grin plastered across her face.

Her companion left soon after they set a date. Without the sole anchor—the one that made her choose the restaurant to begin with—around, she made haste finishing her meal. It was nearly fulfilling. The lack of viand left her wanting more, but she assumed her budget didn't permit anymore additional orders this afternoon. She gestured to the waiter for the bill. With her hands in her pocket as she waited, he soon returned, explaining that 'Ms. Belrose' had already paid for both meals. A sigh escaped her lips. Unacceptable. She'll make sure to pay her debt first thing in the morning on Monday.

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[PenguinFox]

Tallulah happily nodded in agreement. "Nothing quite like the thrill of finally getting that one shot you've been after." Lulu's eyes once again flicked back to Sam's hair. The way the wind gently blew it made her think of white hot fire. As Sam mentioned changing it Tallulah decided that she would definitely have to keep in contact with her. Ever changing hair with the seasons would be a great series of photos. "Perhaps light green with streaks of purple for spring?" she suggested while tapping a finger to her chin in thought.

When Sam agreed to letting Lulu take her picture the redhead lightly clapped in joy. "Thank you!" she cheered as she started circling around the other girl. Light brown eyes scanned her up and down, occasionally flicking to the surroundings, as she thought of the best angle. "Hmm, I think right here might actually work just fine given your attire. I won't make you change or anything. I want these to be as natural as possible." Lulu instructed different poses for Sam and after a half hour or so of taking pictures she seemed satisfied. "Thank you again. If you want I can send you them. Here-" she gave the white haired girl her phone number and then returned her camera to her bag. "It was a pleasure working with you but I must be heading home now. Please keep in contact. Hopefully I'll see you around." Lulu gave her one last warm smile before heading off. Gomenesigh

Monday went by uneventfully for Tallulah. There were some people that noticed her return but she didn't really have a whole lot of friends. Mostly she kept to herself. Perhaps not that unusual as she was technically an 'art kid'. She had most wanted to see Raven, someone she considered to be one of her friends but she didn't manage to find her that day. When she heard about the meeting between parents and the Principal Nona, and the game the students would be playing during said meeting, Lulu knew her dad had to go. "It'll be a good chance for you to learn what's going on in Westbrook dad. Socialize with parents outside of your work." she reasoned with the man. Tallulah's father, Marty Woods, was a man of roughly mid 40's who was an auto-mechanic. He was born in Ireland but moved to America when he was ten. He still had the faintest hint of an accent. His hair was a rusty reddish brown with flecks of gray and his hands were calloused. He had the face of one who you might assume to be a hardass but he was quite the opposite. He was a gentle and caring man who tried very hard to instill those values in his kids. That didn't mean he could be pushed around, but he was not as aggressive as his looks may suggest.

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Marty scratched at his beard in thought. "How about a deal Buttercup? You go and socialize with the other kids and I'll go to this meeting." he held his hand out for his daughter to shake. He was quite concerned that she didn't have enough friends but he was afraid to push the subject to hard. After all if she was happy with the few friends she had who was he to say that was wrong? After a moment of thought Lulu smiled and shook her father's large, rough hand. "Deal." That was something Tallulah always admired about her father. He treated everyone as a person of equal status, no matter what. His kids were his kids yes, but he talked to them as if they were his peers, never down to them. He was open and honest about his feelings and the only time she had ever seen him angry was at cars when they wouldn't cooperate with him.

When it came time for the meeting Marty gathered his two kids into his car. He didn't have to make a deal with Sean as he did Lulu. Sean had wanted to go purely for the game. His son was far more social than his daughter. He didn't necessarily seek out interaction, but he didn't avoid it either. Tallulah tended to avoid social interaction unless it was for her art. Once outside the gym in the school Marty turned and looked at his kids. "Well, you kids have fun. Don't get hurt. Sean, watch after yer sister, make sure she's not hermit-ing in a corner." With a kiss to his daughters head and a hug to his son he then made his way to the room where this meeting was being held. He slipped in and quietly made his way to the back of the room. He recognized some faces of people who's cars he worked on but he couldn't really place any names. Work and being a sort of single dad kept him constantly busy so he didn't really socialize with Westbrook's adults much. It seemed to him that much of these parents were the 'Rich, Socialite' types and that wasn't his style. He had nothing against them, but he preferred whiskey over champagne any day if you catch his drift.

Marty casually crossed his arms over his chest and scanned the crowd. There were definitely some people he wanted to look out for. He wanted to keep out of any drama as much as possible. He was here to learn what was going on in Westbrook not fight other parents...or just mothers it seemed. Most of the adults here were women as he was beginning to notice. There were a couple of fathers, but mostly there were women with a similar air of arrogance that his wife had. Did this town have a shortage of fathers or something? Or were they all just deadbeats who couldn't care less? Marty did his best to not scowl at the thought. A man should take pride in his children and make sure they're the best they could be. Not laze about all day without a care for what's going on, or worse ditch at the first hint of challenge. Mr Woods couldn't stand that kind of a man, unfortunately there were quite a few of them in the world, and evidently Westbrook. Realizing the facial expression he was likely making he made an effort to soften his features and seem more approachable. He didn't want to scare any of the other parents, at least not yet. @ adults in room