Realistic or Modern What We Did This Summer

[Nap]

The pain in his head was infuriating. Ever since the public announcement, that girl's voice was repeatedly surfing through his thoughts like a broken record player. It'd skip through all the people he didn't know while emphasizing those he did. Claire, Savannah, Juno, and a few others he'd become acquainted with floated through his mind with each stroke of the arm. The water did nothing to cool his head and calm his pounding chest which was even more annoying because swimming was always the one thing that calmed the Spanish teen down. Beckett could swim for hours and not even realize he'd become a shriveled up raisin and that his skin was more sensitive than a baby's bottom. Although he couldn't take his mind off of what happened earlier, he was distracted enough that he'd failed to notice a small female sitting at the water's edge.

With a few long strokes, Beckett had gracefully swam his way over to Claire. He could clearly tell she was troubled by the event, a slight pinch in his chest at the thought of his best friend hurting but what hurt him more was that he might not have been the greatest friend. There would honestly be nothing he could say about her situation that would make things better. Of course he'd notice slight changes in her physique but their friendship was still delicate since they'd only recently rekindled. If he had said something, would she have listened or would their relationship further be tainted? The thoughts swirled in his head as he lifted his body onto the cold, hard ground, water falling off his smooth skin and dripping within his radius.

"Hi, Claire Bear." Beckett spoke quietly, reaching behind him to grab a towel and dry himself off a bit. "So this morning was interesting. Senior prank, maybe?" He chose to ignore the fact that they both knew it was all too real, preferring to keep things light and happy like he was so used to doing. After a moment of silence, however, the guilt he felt became so overbearing that he couldn't help but grip the scars he'd left on his own body. "Do you think Juno hates me even more now?" He silently muttered as he lazily kicked at the water. Beckett didn't say anything else after that. All he could do was sit and wait for time to pass.

attire – 01
location – pool
tags – social

Beckett De la Rosa​

 

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JUNO ARABELLA ROBERTS

location: outside school - pool // outfit: xxx
mentions: jacob, claire, and beck

she was finally outside the school, standing in the parking lot, her hands held above her head as she caught her breath. the minute she spent running out of school was absolute torture; she couldn't breathe, and her sobbing was not helping. the parking lot was empty of students, and she was surrounded by a rainbow of cars. it was rude to leave jacob there, who was probably just in as much emotional pain as she, but she couldn't stand having people look at her like she was a murderer. like, she meant to hit that man.

"no, no, no, no, no. that's not me, that's not me," she chanted, eyes shutting close. the next second, she was reaching into her bookbag and looking for her pack of cigarettes and lighter. the second after, she had a cigarette between her lips, and the lighter open, the nicotine making a way into her lungs. inhale, exhale. it was somehow simple for her the first time she did it, thirteen years old and feeling way too small surrounded by too big high schoolers. it'll remain simple every time she does it now, seventeen years old and still a bit too small for the world. now she had a clear head to think about the important stuff. what the hell was she going to do with beck? it was his fault. but, could she confront him?

holding the cigarette now in between her pointer and middle fingers, she whispered, "i can-i can do this. i can talk to him. yeah. talk to him. just... where is he?" as soon as the words were in the air, she knew where he was. juno flicked the cigarette away, smashing the remains with her shoe, and began her determined walk back inside the school, and to the pool. while walking, she kept her head down, until she accidentally looked up once, and met jacob's gaze. she held his gaze for two seconds, before her head dropped again and she started walking faster.

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before she walked inside the pool room, she took off her shoes and socks, and left them in her bookbag. she dropped her bookbag to the ground, took a deep breath, then pushed the doors open. maybe it was the cigarette she just had that gave her an adrenaline rush, or maybe it was the candy she'd eaten earlier that morning that was gave her a sugar rush, but she ran to beck, screaming his name, and tackled him into the water.

when she broke surface, curses were spilling out of her mouth. "fuck you, beck. it's all your fucking fault. i could've killed him!" she continued rambling, trying to push him back under the water, though it was hard to see with her dirty blonde hair covering her eyes.

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[social]

TAGS: Nap tsuneni

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CLAIRE TAYLOR

"Hey." Kicking her small feet in the cool water as well, Claire placed her hands behind her, supporting her weight easily. "Senior prank? Maybe. I'm sure we'll find out soon enough" Calm. Cool. Collected. That's what she was telling herself as the friends sat in silence. Without her knowing, various texts were being sent to her phone, along with worried voice mails. Claire didn't want to talk to the person who was desperately trying to contact her though. She didn't want to face him yet. Though avoiding him wouldn't be possible. He seemed to know everything about her, how she would internalize everything, how she would try her hardest not to show her weaknesses.

"Do you think Juno hates me even more now?"

The soft mumble from the Spanish boy made Claire turn to face him, smiling softly. Reaching a hand out, she placed it on the top of his head, ruffling the drenched locks. "She can't blame you, it's not fair. Nobody can blame anyone. We all make mistakes, we aren't perfect. And sometimes it's easier to blame another person when you don't want to accept that you made a mistake. You both just need some time" Claire was worried a lot about Juno and how she would react to the whole situation. She didn't want her to blame Beck, but she knew that the fiery girl would to a certain extent. Bumping their shoulders, she leaned forward slightly to look at her best friend directly. "You know that I'm not going to let either of you blame yourselves. I'm here for you, so lean on me okay? I'm stronger than I look"

Everything was going okay, and Claire thought that maybe after she made sure Beck was okay, she'd try to find Juno. Only that didn't take long. The scream of Beck's name was enough to cause the small student to turn and watch as her two best friends literally ended up into the pool, one of them trying to drown the other. Soaked by the splash of the two very tall students, Claire blanked out for a moment. Scrambling to her feet, she found herself shouting at Juno, telling her to stop. The Korean didn't even notice that the swim coach was yelling at them to stop until he was in the water, pulling Juno away from Beck. It took awhile for he got the students out of the water and at that point, Claire's shaking hands were over her mouth, unable to process what the hell just happened.

"Both of you, go to detention right now. I will not tolerate horseplay in my pool. Beck, this type of incident can get you benched for the first meet. And you Juno, you're lucky you aren't getting expelled. Beck could have very easily gotten severely injured in that. If I see this kind of behavior again, you both will get more than a few weeks of detention. Now grab your things and leave immediately. I will walk you there to make sure neither of you try and bolt" The coach's voice was enough to shake Claire from her horrified state, his warm hands on her shoulders. "Come on Claire, let's get you a towel and you can go to the nurse's office if you need to lay down"

As all four left the pool, the water splashed against the edges, the feeling of fear vengeance, and betrayal hung thickly in the air. The first bell soon rung, students running off to their classes while others went to detention and some went home. Memories of the first day of school haunted each student, their footsteps leading them deeper into the hell hole known as graduation year.


The taste of October was in the air as a group of teenagers all gathered around the entrance of a creepy abandoned mall. The doors, well they shouldn't be considered doors as the glass was shattered and everything seemed to have ivy growing out of it. The students were cold, wearing jackets and scarves, while others sported t-shirts and shorts. Crazy kids. Claire however was not. Her long dark hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, bangs falling in front of her soft brown eyes. But a less than pleased expression played on her face as she looked at the small slip of paper in her hands. She drew number two and was assigned the basement. Great.

PAIRS
#1 Clothing Store || Gabby and Julian
#2 Basement || Claire and Anthony
#3 Food Court || Mira and Richard
# 4 Furniture Store || Savannah and Tae Kyung
#5 Bathrooms || Ronnie and Beck
#6 Parking Garage || Rosie and Avery
#7 Toy Shop || Juno and Jacob

Please remember that each pair must bring back something from the area they were assigned that proves they were there. However they must stay a minimum of five minutes before heading back to the starting point. Pairs however can separate if the situation occurs/calls for it.


outfit_ xo
interacting_ beck, juno, coach
location_ pool > the mall
mentions_ nymphadora. VintageBlues tsuneni vesper. BishPlz Keira Winston Shadow Alpha Nap tsuneni

 

[nymphadora.]

jacob abbott

outfit_ xxx - oct: xxx

mentioned_ tsuneni

jacob rose a curious brow at juno, almost shocked at the girl's reply. "there's nothing wrong with it sweetheart, but your friend could sue you for stalking if it continues." he joked back before stuffing his large hands into his jean's pockets. even when she was stalking her two friends, jacob couldn't help but find himself infatuated by her beauty. but before he could admire juno any further, the p.a system rang through the halls.

jacob's face contorted into a confused look as he listened intently, his heart only dropped when he heard his name out loud.

"Last but certainly not least, Jacob Abbot. You're like the king druggie honestly. I mean in my opinion. Hot, fucked up, pretty much every girl's dream guy. But you come with more baggage than you let on. How does it feel to find out you're adopted? I mean it must be pretty shitty. Your parents were never your parents. Sure they raised you, but they created the monster that you are today. That must suck right? Being such a burden on people who wanted you, and being the product of a couple who wanted nothing to do with your existence. Sucks right honey"

he had hardly heard anything else when he watched juno raced off. "juno!" jacob called out as the girl fled. his lips formed a frown as he rolled his hands into fists, someone was going to pay for this. jacob had worked so hard to pretend he was some what normal, that his parents weren't fucked up but someone had to spoil the one thing that he tried to hide. but before jacob could find juno, she came running back. he locked eyes with her, it felt like an eternity between them that didn't last long enough. jacob watched as juno raced off again, leaving him speechless.

anger soon began to boil in jacob's stomach as the voice echoed through his mind. he clenched his fists together and began storming off, feeling the glares of the student body stare at him as he dodged through the sea of students. jacob's brown eyes locked onto an innocent freshman, looking like a deer in the headlights as he tried to find his way. jacob stormed towards his, raising his hand and punching the freshman in the face with rage. "did you fucking tell them?" he roared as the kid fell to the ground. jacob punched the freshman one more time before he felt a firm grip on his shoulders.

"mr abbott, detention now."


jacob loved the month of october. he enjoyed the chilly air, the excuse to watch horror movies every single night and the most important event of all; halloween. the male ran his hand through his hair lazily as he awaited his turn to pick a number. jacob prayed for something easy that didn't require much effort. he released a soft sigh when he read his piece of paper.

'#7 - the toy shop'

jacob looked up from his piece of paper and noticed juno had the same number.

just peachy.

 

[Nap]

The October breeze felt nice against his face as he skated, each kick welcoming a new wave of air. October was probably his favorite month because it was the perfect whether for his fashion taste, considering he preferred to lightly cover his arms year round. His dark clothes clung loosely against his skin, the blissful sound of his sneaker scraping against the concrete ground sending a wave of odd pleasure down his spine. The short riding distance from his home to the mall was peaceful, but it was almost like limbo because he was about to meet a group of teenagers he may or may not enjoy the company of.

Anthony's music quickly died down as he approached some people. He recognized a couple faces but most of them were blurs he didn't really care for. Nodding at a couple of his friends, he walked over with his longboard in hand, earbuds dangling around his neck, and reached into whoever's shit hat it was that contained all the slips of paper. It didn't bother him at first when he read the word "Basement," but that quickly changed when he peeked over Claire's shoulders. She had the same number as him and while he didn't necessarily dislike her, their relationship was weird enough that he didn't want to be seen next to her unless necessary.

"I guess you're stuck with me." Anthony snickered slightly as he stuffed the paper into his pocket, beginning the short walk to the doorway and not caring if the girl was following suit or not.

attire – 01
location – mall
tags – social

Anthony Cabrera​

 

[Nap]

She came out of no where. Before Beck could turn around at the cry of his name, he was already halfway in the water, oxygen forced out of his lungs because he wasn't ready to draw a breath. His strength was nothing in the water as he tried to push the small girl away from him, stealing a breath every time he was able to surface. The taste of chlorine was becoming so prominent in his throat at that point, however, that he could feel himself gradually become nauseous.

While fighting the nausea, he managed to wrap his arms around Juno to keep her from hitting about and at that moment the swim coach decided to make an appearance. Beck didn't do anything when he separated them except stare at the blonde girl with both apology and shock. He could vaguely remember her fiery personality from when they were friends but he'd never imagined she'd do something like that. If it weren't for their dramatic contrast in size, she might have actually been able to drown him.

At the word "detention," Beckett immediately froze up. That was not something that was good for his swimming career because that meant not being able to attend meets, and Coach obviously knew that. Sighing, the brunette got to his feet and made his way towards the locker room to clean up. Detention wasn't going to be fun, especially with a girl that was seriously piss. Even so, Beck couldn't live with the idea of one of his former friends hating him and he'd spend the rest of his high school career making it up to her if he needed to.


Claire was still upset with him--he could practically feel it from across the mall's parking lot. He'd approached her a couple times throughout the months but to his dismay, she somehow managed to dodge him each time. The Spanish boy honestly didn't know how to handle the situation since he'd apologized many times and it was obvious to those close to him that he was terrible with women. Even when he walked up to her and the rest of the group, he tried saying "Hello" but whether or not she ignored him or didn't hear him was unknown.

With a calm stature, the tall guy drew the number five. He looked around and said "Bathrooms?" while making eye contact with everyone. His hazel green eyes finally fell on Ronnie, the girl he hardly spoke with due to complications even though he'd love more than to befriend her. "Hey, Ronnie. I guess we're partners. You're going to have to take care of me though. I'm a wuss when it comes to this stuff." He joked in hopes of lightening the mood.

attire – 02
location – pool > mall
tags – nymphadora.

Beckett De la Rosa​

 

[social]

TAGS: vesper.

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AVERY BLAKE

A yawn escaped the tall individual as he looked at the creepy ass building in front of the student. "This place is so damn cool" He said with a grin, despite not being able to see that well. His glasses had been broken by a certain individual that pretty much led to Avery almost killing the guy. Glasses weren't cheap. Which meant he was flying blind. Quite literally. Seeing was not one of his strong points. But soon enough a piece of paper was in his hand and his arm was slung around the slim shoulders of Rosie. "So my favorite munchkin, guess we're partners eh?"

Smiling at his best friend, Avery's gaze wandered over to Ronnie and Beck. But obviously the guy couldn't remember Beck's actual name, rather he was nicknamed Shark Boy, though Lava Girl was yet to be named. Sighing, he pursed his lips in thought. Over the past month and like a half (he sucks at time too) he learned of Ronnie's pregnancy, and well it obviously being his child. It was overwhelming and it scared Avery a lot, but he promised her that he had no intentions on letting her be on her own. So naturally he said that he'd be by her side every step of the way, but the promise of romance and drama could only fill him with worry. He was a shit person in his opinion. Violent, sarcastic, a total smart ass, and almost a dropout honestly. How the hell was he supposed to be a dad?

"You know, I think we should just head on in there. Whoever has the best souvenir should be declared the winning. Bo Peep and I are the first!" Avery said as he grabbed his friend's hand, dragging her into the mall. Obviously he didn't give a damn about the order people were supposed to enter the mall at, or anything like that. He wanted to explore the creepy and most likely haunted building, find a dead body most likely, and solve a murder. It was a nice idea. Plus Rosie could write all about it and they'd be famous. "I say we find a shopping cart and ride around in style. We have to find something cool to bring back. I suggest something creepy as fuck, that way we win by default." Oh how he loved horror.


outfit_ ...
interactions_ Bo Peep
location_ mall entrance > parking garage

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Moon Tae Kyung​

A puff of white smoke dissolved upward from Tae's mouth as he shoved his hands into his floral patterned hoodie pockets. The hot air managed to fog up his glasses so he removed them while looking at the sorry bunch gathered around him, he hated it. After the whole school announcement fiasco, Tae had gotten into a few fights with boys that thought they could push him around and treat him like shit without any consequences. His parents had questioned him every time he would come home with cuts and bruises but he had refused to talk about it and grew quiet. Now, here he was surrounded by the very people he couldn't stand to see or hear from. Tae placed his glasses back on and sighed while he wondered why they of all people would be chosen to do this.

When the hat had made its way towards, he simply plucked the first one his fingertips came in contact with. "...Looks like I'm stuck with whoever picked number 4, great." He tried to channel the mirth and enthusiasm he use to have for adventure and scanned the area for anyone with a similar slip of paper. Based on the results of the "random" method it seemed that boys were paired up with girls. Tae noticed one girl holding a piece with a 4 on it and quickly looked her over from top to bottom. He racked his brain to put a name to the face and remembered that she was Savannah. Tae wasn't particularly close to her to begin with nor did he seek out any of the popular squad after everything that happened. He made his way towards Savannah, offered her a nod and an attempt at a warm smile, and waved his number at her, "Looks like we're headed towards the Furniture store."

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TAGS: Nap

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CLAIRE TAYLOR

Fixing the oversized flannel jacket, Claire looked around for her partner. Who was she going to be paired with? Certainly not Beck as he was already by Ronnie's side, talking to her with that bright and carefree smile. The pair hadn't talked in awhile, and at first it was because she was angry at him, but then it turned into her not knowing what to do. In short, Claire didn't know how to explain why she avoided him, so she just continued avoiding him, making it easier to handle life. Logic at it's finest. Messing with her thick rimmed glasses, the brunette jumped in surprise when she heard a deeper voice behind her.

Turning around, her gaze landed on Anthony, also called ABC('s), mostly by Claire though. Raising an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes for a moment. "Oh joy. If you start preaching about some hippie shit, I'm not going to be happy" She grumbled, following the tall male's long strides to the entrance of the mall. The pair weren't friends, but they weren't strangers. They had similar personalities, mostly the mutual hate for 99.9% of the human race. But they didn't regularly hangout or anything. He rolled with the druggies and rebellious kids in school, so naturally Claire wasn't keen on getting in on it. But honestly she didn't mind Anthony. She could relate to him without trying to push herself. And if he didn't like her, well neither gave a flying fuck.

Sparing a quick look over her shoulder, she couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about not saying hi to Beck when he showed up. She really needed to work on her personality. But those destructive thoughts were soon pushed out of her brain when glass shattered underneath her white shoes and the smell of mold, damp fabric, and various rotting wood furniture filled her lungs. "Our school sucks" Claire grumbled, raising her hand to place it over her mouth and nose, the sleeve thankfully acting as a filter of some sort. Why they were sent to the abandoned mall in the creepiest part of their town was beyond her. Everything was moldy or rotten and it was disgusting. It hasn't been cleared out really, just closed down and left to decompose in all honesty. She didn't understand what half the student body was thinking when they assigned them the location.

outfit_ xo
interacting_ anthony
location_ mall > the basement

 

[nymphadora.]

VERONICA HAWTHORNE

= where_ the mall
= with_ beck
= outfit_ xxx
= tags_ Nap

Veronica wasn't expecting anyone to notice her, it happened every time. The brown-haired girl kept her head low as she dodged her way through the crowd, sticking nearby the walls as she listened to other people's conversation. Ronnie knew it was rude to eavesdrop, but her curiosity got the best of her.

"Becca was so hot over the summer."
"I'm so jealous of Zac, he's so lucky."
"Can it be the holidays again?"

A small smile curled upon Ronnie's lip at the last conversation, her hand grazed over her stomach as she continued to stroll through the hall in silence. Despite her situation, she still enjoyed her tutor's company. Her smile turned into a frown when she had reminded herself, she had to tell him. Veronica pulled out her phone fro her pocket, swiping it open before scrolling to Avery's name. She began to type a long paragraph into her phone, explaining the entire problem as her hands slowly began to shake with fear. What if began to hate her? What if he leaves her just like her mom did with her dad. The thought of looking after a child scared her. Veronica's thumb hovered over the 'send' button as she doubted herself, but before she could think of sending the message, she heard her name over the p.a system.

Fear enveloped the nerd, she felt a hundred pair of beady eyes stare at her like some sort of freak. Veronica felt like a deer in the headlights as she stood in her spot, phone in hand and her free hand placed on her stomach. Veronica couldn't hear the rest as she felt a wave of nausea overcome her, she bolted from her spot and headed straight to the toilets. Veronica raced through the toilets and headed straight into the first stall she saw with her wide eyes. Her body collapsed over the toilet as two other girls watched in shock. This was going to be a long, long year.


Veronica felt insecure. Her hand continuously grazed over her stomach, making sure it hadn't grown any more in the last five minutes. A bump had slowly began to grow and Veronica hated every second of it, she felt like freak every time she walked past a mirror. Ronnie's boot clapped against the parking lot's concrete as she wrapped her thin arms in front of her chest, her fingers clinging to the hem of her red sweater's sleeve. Ronnie slowly made her way up to the group, releasing a soft sigh as she tried her best not to feel self-conscious about her stomach. Veronica whipped her head around and saw Beck walking up to her, saying that they were partners. An awkward smile formed upon her lips as she tried to seem calm, "Don't worry, I'll look after you." She chuckled awkwardly.

 

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int: avery social | locations:mall| outfit: ✽ | mood: nervous​

"I can still go home...I can walk back." ​

The past few weeks had been very stressful for the journalist. She had endured a lot of whispers and for the first time she had been the center of other rumors rather than the other way around. If it hadn't been for Avery's great timing and some missed classes here and there, she wouldn't have managed to endure. The teenager had made sure to keep writing, no matter how ugly the looks and whispers behind her back had been. Thankfully, she had always been one to keep to herself so she hadn't really lost any friends. As for the writing, all Rosie had done was tone down some of the details. She figured that with the announcements, people didn't need anything more to spark fire.

The event that was taking place right now had not been a part of her regular schedule. When they had mentioned the mall, she immediately thought of one that was heavily populated and clean. However, what stood before her was the complete opposite. It was dirty, old, and abandoned. Avery snapped her out of her thoughts as he lay his arm over her frail shoulders, looking up at him with a nervous expression. If it wasn't for her partner, she actually would have left by now. "How about w-..." Her sentence was cut off by the force of her friend's pulling and her sudden burst of energy as she tried to keep on with him. Parking lot was most definitely not what she had expected. It was straight out of a horror movie which made Rosie feel very uncomfortable.

The male's suggestion only made her scratch her head in confusion. "I mean, I guess a cart is okay.. but who's ridding in it? Also, I would really rather not find anything too scary because I'm not good at that stuff."

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int: mira VintageBlues | locations: mall | outfit: ✽ | mood: excited ​

I wonder if mannequins come alive when people aren't around..​

Richard had many thoughts as he approached the scene of this very confusing gathering. He had gone mostly because he wanted to see familiar faces. The whole family cruise had dug into some of his school time and he had just been too busy doing meaningless things to actually remember to catch up with his buddies. The dense teen had heard about some things that had been said on the announcements about people he knew closely or at least recognized. Honestly, to what he was sure would be no one's surprise, he didn't remember which belonged to who and why they should interfere with his friendships. Because of this he put all the bologna aside and obviously acted like he didn't know. Realistically he probably didn't know considering he always mixed everyone up.

The brunette male couldn't quite remember who Mira was and if he had ever met her. There was too many people to keep track of an he had the attention span of a goldfish. It was not exactly good for his academics, thankfully he had friends and plenty of girls who helped him out. He would just laugh awkwardly and an understanding that he was completely lost could be reached. As he approached the mall scene, he took a guess and approached a girl that had a small face and soft features. She was pretty, but had a dark sort of aesthetic to her. He figured she looked like a Mira and hopefully they could get off on the right foot. "Howdy Partner, ya ready for some classic coming of age fun and victory?"

A joyous chuckle escaped his lips as he flashed a goofy smile, placing his hands in his pockets. Richard was obviously not very good at first impressions. Of course, he didn't notice because he was Richard and that was all the definition anyone who knew him needed.

 

[Nap]

Reposted because I didn't like how Julian's personality had changed because he's supposed to be a mildly conceited adrenaline junky that flirts??
He was bat-shit tired, but the signature grin on his lips told other wise. It would've probably been a frown if it weren't for Beck's simple, yet humorous chokes. The fact they had a similar sense of humor was definitely a bonus for their friendship but everyone knew their relationship was far from the one he had with Avery. The two went as far back as kindergarten, where two children inevitably became one when they built their first LEGO tower together. Inseparable since meeting but not impossible for small, microscopic rifts to occur.

In all honesty, Julian wasn't going to drive himself to the mall but hitch a ride with his buddy like always since he was considered a "reckless driver." The two were playing a game, however, and somehow Avery's glasses were taken as collateral damage. To put things more simply, Avery was pissed and Julian, in turn, got pissed at Avery since his temper wasn't the best. Now the wild teen was on his way with Beck in his passenger seat since the dude hated driving, which was understandable considering what he heard had happened while in Africa.

"I still don't understand how you aren't cold." Beck had commented after they parked and exited the vehicle. Julian himself didn't understand why he was so tolerant of winter chills. People did tell him he felt a lot warmer than a normal person, often pressing themselves against him as if he was some kind of human heater. It didn't bother the guy though. He did like people for what it was worth.

"Hell if I know, dude." Julian laughed, his lips curved and keys jangling in his pocket. Beckett branched off towards Claire, whom still wasn't speaking to him from what he witnessed, leaving Julian to search for his partner after drawing his location. He immediately recognized who is partner was because, surprising to most, Julian had an insane memory when it came to names and faces, unlike someone he knew.

"Heey, Gabba Gabba. Looks like you're stuck with me," Julian sang, wrapping an arm around her narrow shoulders as he began leading the way towards the doors, "I know we're going to be walking through some creepy halls and what not so I'll try not to run naked down them and blind you again." Even though he said that, the rush he felt when stepping through the doors was indescribable and all he wanted to do was cause mayhem.

attire – 01
location – mall
tags – BishPlz

Julian Ardeene​

 

[Nap]

As soon as the words left his mouth, the small girl seemed to jump in surprise while her words were as poisonous as when they last spoke. Anthony simply help his hands up in defense against the tiny demon. "Wow, chill," he had answered, a hand moving to his heart as if he'd actually been hurt. "I speak for the good of people. I swear." The mock sincerity in his voice was definitely eye-roll worthy.

Once they entered the building, the wave of air that hit him was putrid. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he fought not to gag.. The last thing he wanted to do was lose character in front of someone--in front of Claire for that matter. After a few seconds of walking he couldn't hold it in anymore, letting out a gag as he pulled out a tiny bottle of Febreze to appease himself. "Don't. Say. Anything." Anthony said, his voice nasally from pinching his nostrils shut. One would have expected him to be able to tolerate filth and awful smells, but Tony was unexpectedly cleanly. He may be the laziest person at times and hates cleaning more than breathing the same air as an idiot who has no idea what they're talking about, but he likes to consider himself a somewhat decent person when it comes to sanitation and hygiene.

He later heard the girl mutter about the school and sneered in agreement. Their school was definitely a sore and he and Claire were similar enough to share more than a few opinions on it. It was actually odd that they shared so many similarities when it came to how they thought and their views. They may not have been close enough to be considered friends since the popular girl tended to steer clear of stereotypes like him, but he respected her nonetheless. Enough to not strongly dislike her like he did towards the rest of the popular crowd, at least.

"Where the fuck is the basement anyways?" He groaned before finding a faded map of the mall. He squinted his eyes as he tried to bend down and read the words, side-glancing at Claire once in a while. "You have better vision than me. Do you see where it is?" Anthony ask while taking a moment to spritz some freshener around them.

attire – 01
location – mall
tags – social

Anthony Cabrera​

 

[tsuneni]

♡

Juno Arabella Roberts​

location: detention - home - the mall
mood: fuck - fucker - fuck me
with: beck - her mother - everyone
outfit: xxx
tags: Nap nymphadora. social Everyone ELSE I'M TOO LAZY TO TAG ALL OF YOU

"an artist feeds you emotions with colours and patterns"​

never had juno gotten a detention. never would she have thought that she'd end up in detention for attacking beck, though she'd felt all the need to attack him. she didn't cry with the realization that she'd be stuck in a small classroom with the boy she just tried to kill, and that as soon as she returned home her mother would have her head. no, instead she took a nap, as all dreams come true during a nap. at the end of the school day, when detention was over and juno and beck could go home, she was roughly awoken by the principal, who then proceeded to give her a similar warning to what the swimming coach gave her. he also told her that he called her mother, and she wasn't too happy. juno almost thought that she'd rather be stuck in detention than go home.


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the drive back to her house was silent. only, her thoughts were a train-wreck, and she couldn't help but think about what the school would say next. first, she almost murdered a man with her car. now, she almost murdered beck with her bare hands. she sat in her car, which was parked in her driveway, for fifteen minutes until she mustered up enough courage to go inside. "joanne... i'm home!" she hasn't called her mother by her name in a long time. her mother doesn't even bother to correct her anymore.

"juno, come to the kitchen please." her mother's voice was frighteningly soft and delicate, echoing throughout the small abode. the blonde dropped her bookbag to the floor, then took off her shoes--one by one to drag on more time--then made her way to the kitchen that was behind the wall she had stood next to. juno was the splitting image of joanne when the older woman didn't have grey streaks in her hair, chapped lips, and hollow cheeks. now, juno can't help but correct family members whenever they bring that up. joanne's back leaned against the countertop, a dark green bottle held in a clenched fist. she looked her daughter up and down, then asked just as eerily calm as before, "how was school? did you see any of your friends?"

"well, i-" she didn't finish her sentence, though. it was because she now had a bright red hand mark on her right cheek. the sound of the slap and the glass beer dropping echoed in her head, and she the burn of pain was too much to handle. she didn't cry.

"how could you do that!? assault a student! you could've killed him, for fuck's sake, juno! and don't get me started on the fact that you had the audacity to dishonor me! i'll have you know that some of those teachers were my teachers, and my childhood friends! what the fuck is wrong with you!?" juno couldn't sleep that night because her mother's words, the sound of the slap, the sound of glass shattering, and the word 'murderer' clouded her dreams.


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the weeks following the first day of school were torture. with claire ignoring her, she avoiding beck and jacob, and most of her art friends giving her dirty looks, juno found herself alone during lunch and most of her classes. she was painting far more often now, and most of her pieces had dark and dangerous colours. rumours began spreading about the annual trip to the closed-down mall. this year--she honestly expected it--the same students whose secrets had been spilled on the first day would be completing the task of going through the mall.

joanne was god-knows-where, so sneaking out of the house wasn't a problem for juno. the chilly october wind nipped at her thighs and ears. she slipped on her beanie, and headed towards the front of the mall, where her peers already were, standing around and waiting. she first found claire, and was tempted to say 'hi', but she decided not to. then, she saw beck, but he was already preoccupied with veronica. she couldn't dare looking at jacob. it would've been too much for her in the moment.

she grabbed the small piece of paper that would tell her her number, and opened the fold. she was paired up with jacob. great. at least they were going to a toy store; juno was genuinely excited to go there and check out the toys that may still be in display.

juno slipped the paper into the pocket of her cardigan, and walked over to jacob. god, he was beautiful. her hands started twitching, and she had to hide them in her pockets. "shall we head inside?" she asked softly, staring into his brown eyes. even his eyes were beautiful.

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