Realistic or Modern alone | based off of 'the society' | OPEN & ACCEPTING

[Faye.]

Esmeralda Rodriguez
Location | Under the Bridge
Mentions | MadiRaiCat deianeira Green Tea Sadistic Sweetheart Tato AshleyTheNarwhal
Outfit | x

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The group had stopped under a bridge. As soon as the cans of spray paint were brought out, Esmeralda took a step back, not entirely trusting her peers' ability to keep the paint strictly on the wall. Darius had said no promises. Along with those spray cans came a blunt, followed shortly by a bottle of what looked like whiskey. Esmeralda watched as Atticus and Liliana started painting the wall, trying to make some sense out of their artworks. Perhaps I need to be high to enjoy this the way they do. She felt just a tad bit jealous of not being able to relate. Just a tad.

Essie had planned on leaning against the wall opposite from where all the art was happening, but that spot was already occupied by Millie. Esmeralda would rather not risk having to conjure up expressions of hurt or something similar to that if the blonde pronounced their temporary truce as off. So, she was stuck standing somewhere in the middle of the tunnel, gently rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. That was, until Darius decided to use her as a coatrack. Internally Essie rolled her eyes – externally she smiled sweetly at the boy. "Thank you for worrying about my being cold or not, Darius," she said, "I'll keep it safe for you." Her gaze drifted on to Mira, who had walked here together with 'the new kid'. Pretty, liked and just generally good, she set an example for all the things Essie did not like or could comprehend. Not that Essie harbored any particularly bad feelings towards the cheerleader herself – in fact, she found herself trying to imitate that bubbly personality every now and then. Perhaps I should join the cheerteam. That would open up to lots of other opportunities.

Deep in thought ('Would being exposed to all that positivity belonging to the cheerleaders finally make me snap and go on a killing spree?') Esmeralda did not notice that Gabe had approached her until he opened his mouth and gave her a compliment while handing her a blunt. The things I do for others. She was in no way an actual smoker – or stoner, for that matter – but she would not pass on something being offered to her. Especially not when the boy offering it was as handsome as hell. Essie did appreciate a good view. She therefore took the blunt between her lips, inhaled the somewhat harsh smoke (trying to cover up some coughing) and let her hazel eyes run slowly over Gabriel's body, from head to toe. Wrapping Darius' jacket a bit tighter around her, she passed the blunt back to Gabe before returning his smile with a playful smirk of her own. Eyes sparkling with mischief, she cocked her head slightly. "The same goes for you, I'd say. The same definitely goes for you." Well, he did pull off the whole 'tall, dark and handsome'-thing remarkably well.

Looking over Gabe's shoulder, Essie spotted Kane O'Connor, farm boy extraordinaire. Weird, I did not notice him joining us. Then again, she had been in deep thoughts plotting to kill overly positive cheerleaders. Esmeralda felt a sudden urge to call out to Gabriel's allegedly dangerous friend, and so she did.

"Hey, Kaz!" She used that nickname on purpose, aiming to get a moderately exciting reaction out of the big guy. She'd heard something about him not quite liking that name around school. "When did you get here? I didn't notice you." Oh, how ironic. Essie glanced back at Gabe, hoping he would not mind her (hopefully) stirring up some drama. The night was young, Esmeralda was influenced and the party under the bridge was seriously lacking in the chaos department. Essie could feel her phone vibrating once – she'd received a text – but she had other business to attend to. It would have to wait.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Miles Madden​

Location: Under the Bridge
Mentions: Tiger Lily, Atticus ( Sadistic Sweetheart ), Gabe ( AshleyTheNarwhal )
Interactions: Millie, Skylar, Darius ( Green Tea )
Outfit:: x

Miles glanced over his shoulder at Tiger Lily, happy that she seemed to at least be enjoying herself. Even though she always had his back, Miles wasn't exactly the best at always having hers. When it came to his vices, Miles was selfish and irresponsible. He would rather go past the point of no return, get so wasted and/or so high that he could barely function because in the back of his mind, he knew that Tiger Lily, and sometimes even Millie, would be there to make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid. It wasn't that Miles did this intentionally, but more so that he didn't realize it was a bad thing to depend on people like that. Having grown up with a full set of people employed by his parents to take care of him, Miles never really learned how to take care of himself. That was the only reason Tiger Lily didn't complain much about his behavior.

Miles glanced over at Darius, shrugging when he turned down the flask, and instead took another swig for himself. He couldn't help but grin when Darius held out a blunt to him. "Always, man," he replied, taking it and inhaling deeply. The familiar burning sensation filled his lungs, and Miles felt completely in his element. Miles took another toke before passing the blunt along to the next person. With Gabe taking the flask and the blunt no longer in his possession, Miles stuffed his free hands into his pockets and looked around the area under the bridge. Lily, Atticus, and Darius were all tagging in their own styles. All were impressive, and had far more artistic skill than Miles ever would or could. Miles shrugged and glanced over to Millie, smoke swirling out of her parted, perfectly-glossed lips. She always looked so put together. But from what Lily had told him, Miles knew better.

Shrugging, he crossed over to her and pulled a water bottle from his bag. The clear liquid inside, however, was not refreshing and hydrating. Instead, it was straight gin. Miles offered Millie his signature grin and held the bottle out in between them. "I'll share with you if you share with me." Millie gave him a look, but didn't respond. Instead, she pulled out her pack of cigarettes and handed one to him along with her lighter. Miles passed her the bottle of gin and took the cigarette, lighting it between his lips. It was then that his phone rapid-fire vibrated in his pocket. Pulling out the device, he looked at the two messages on his screen, one from a number he didn't recognize and the other was a response from Skylar. Ignoring the first message, he quickly texted out a response to Skylar.

"Seems to be the same on our end too. Haven't seen anyone but each other all night. We're heading to Gabe's if you guys want to come over and not be alone for the night."

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[MadiRaiCat]

Millie Stark​

Location: Under the Bridge
Mentions: Lily, Atticus ( Sadistic Sweetheart ), Darius ( Green Tea )
Interactions: Miles, Open
Outfit: x x

Millie rolled her eyes at Darius' response, but didn't say anything in return. She could sense the sarcasm in his tone. Instead, the blonde watched the trio begin to paint the wall, tilting her head curiously as she tried to figure out what they all would create. Lily usually went for something cute, and didn't disappoint as a fox began to take shape on the wall. Though knowing Atticus very well, she had never seen his graffiti art before. The lines he painted were abstract and Millie couldn't tell right away what they were supposed to be. But she knew she would see it in due time. Since her mom had died, her friendship with Atticus had been strained, to say the least. Deep down, Millie missed him.

They used to be best friends, when she knew he had her back. But between her workaholic father, dead mother, and addict aunt and uncle, Millie found it hard to trust people like she use too. It wasn't that Atticus had done anything to lose her trust, more so that Millie lost trust in herself when she was around him, and projected that on to Atticus. She had developed some sort of feelings for him beyond friendship that she didn't quite understand completely. Given that her only role models for relationships were her parents and her aunt and uncle, Millie believed that relationships would never last. So it was better to not have one and avoid getting hurt than to take a chance. That's why when she made it to high school, she pushed her friends away, never committed to relationships, and pretty much became a bitch. It was easier to not have feelings than deal with her problems.

Millie took another inhale from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke and watching it swirl above her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Miles approach and pull a bottle out of his bag. At his mention of a trade, Millie couldn't help but shoot him a dead pan look. They weren't in elementary school, trading snacks at lunch time. Nevertheless, she handed him a cigarette and her lighter took the bottle from him. Taking a swig, the cool liquid burned as it slid down her throat, relaxing Millie ever so slightly. She looked at the bottle and rolled her eyes. Her tone was dripping in sarcasm and bitterness as she said, "Ah yes, gin. The alcoholic taste of Christmas. The holiday when single parent civil servants still have to work and leave their children home alone with no other family to celebrate with so those children order Chinese take-out and watch horror movies to not feel so alone. My favorite."

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[m3leos]

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Location: Precinct
Interactions: xserendipitously MadiRaiCat
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The first time Marco attempted to drive, his dad’s Camry had lost half its right side-view mirror and about an eighth of its rear bumper. On the bright side, the crack along one of the passenger doors looked a little bit like a Pokemon if you squinted hard enough. The lesson to be learned that day, as far as Marco was concerned, was that you should always look on the bright side of things. It came in handy on nights like these, when the universe forgot to give a shit and nothing ever made any sense.

Case in point: Looking on the bright side had placed Marco behind the wheel of a shiny Porsche. When he’d inevitably crashed it into some bushes not five minutes later, it was the bright side that patted him on the back, telling him it was all okay and he could just move on to the garage of the next missing wealthy pensioner. The second car -- some pick-up truck half-covered in mud -- lasted just a little bit longer before he’d rammed it into front window of a grocery store -- but at least that was for a good cause.

Eventually, Marco had found his match in a Tesla Model S, along with a golf club that had been left behind in the same garage. It took several more minutes before he figured out the controls -- the blaring sirens of the house alarm was just a tad distracting -- but once he’d got the autopilot going, he managed to head back to the grocery store unscathed. Marco crammed the car’s front and back compartments with essentials -- tools, a first aid kid, canned goods, bottled water, and as many packs of cigarettes he could find.

The Tesla was perfect; the engines didn’t make too much noise, and with the headlights turned off, he could make his way around town without drawing too much notice. From afar, he could see a couple of kids crowding around Gabriel Summers. Marco’s nose crinkled as he caught the slightest whiff of marijuana; weed made for good business, but he had a different poison. Marco carried on, trying not to drive too close to the town square.

He passed by some residences that had their lights on -- and once or twice, he could swear he saw silhouettes on the windows, but whether they were real or not, he simply drove on, next destination already set in mind.

Just one more, he thought, before he got the fuck out of Fort Arlington forever.

Marco got out of the bus as confused at the others, but after watching two minutes of his classmates in various degrees of panic over MIA parents, he decided not to bother bicycling for over half an hour just to confirm his mother had disappeared, too. Instead, he headed towards the opposite direction -- towards the neighbourhood full of mansions and vacation homes -- and, well, looked on the bright side.

He had just about everything he needed to make a run for it now, but an itch was an itch, and he couldn’t just leave without having the slightest clue what the fuck just happened. The local precinct showed the most promise; for one, it should have some access to some security footage. At the very least, there had to be one or five things he could nick from the evidence room. It was a worthy last stop.

Marco entered the building, stolen golf club in his hand and pounding heart up his throat. The place looked deserted, but he could swear there was movement at the end of the hall. His gaze darted left and right looking for a firearm, but to no avail. The place was too disorganised, as if everyone had left in a hurry.

His back against the wall, Marco inched towards the source of the movement, his grip around the golf club tightening with every step. When he finally managed to take a good look inside the sheriff’s office, however, his shoulders relaxed. He put the golf club down.

‘The two of you? Really?’ Marco raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his relief with idle amusement. ‘I guess it is the end of the world.’

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[Tato]

Luke O'Connor
Location: Under the bridge
Mentions: Gabe ( AshleyTheNarwhal ) Esmeralda ( Faye. ) Mira ( deianeira )There were a lot of people there. Well, not a lot, more like a small gathering but Kane still narrowed his eyes at more than half the group. To be fair, one half were stoners and the other half were art fairies so the risk wasn't woefully high. Speaking of which, as soon as Gabe greeted him, a blunt was placed into his willing hands. Kane didn't smoke often, he became painfully quiet and inward-looking when high - an experience he would rather avoid. Tonight, however, it felt fitting. The air stunk of change and Kane, for one, was prepared to celebrate.

Drawing from the blunt, the cinder lit the creases of his face amongst the dark. Frown lines glared angrily and eyes twinkled. Pulling his ashen breath down into his lungs and releasing brought on the slow haze of nicotine. His pupils darkened as Esmeralda, the queen of discord, filled his perfect darkness with poison. That name. That putrid thing. He drew phlegm and spat, his eyes like daggers finding hers. He took another draw.

For being so tall, he faded into the backdrop fairly well but she knew how to cut deep. She was the worst combination. Twisted and hot. Much akin to his shit whiskey, she left him with a bad taste in his mouth but it did the job. He looked at Gabe for a second. Stupid bastard thought he could wrap any woman around his little finger; he was too innocent to see the mouse trap hovering over him. Kane tightened his fists but his programming forbid him hitting a woman. Sign of a weak man, he thought to himself. "You better hope mummy and daddy turn up soon, Es. People like you don't last long out here in the dark." His eyes blackened and he threw his bag down from his shoulder before producing his liquor.

"Watch her, man, she's dangerous." Kane passed the blunt back and turned away from the two of them. He didn't like the anger lighting in the pit of his stomach. A lone figure stole his attention. The Queen herself. Smirking a tad, he threw his head back to pull a swig before moving away from Gabe.

"The queen cheerleader watching a few stoners light up and vandalise some private property. I do hope the school board don't hear about this." His voice was practically dripping with venom as he made himself aware to Mira. It was fairly commonly known that the two of them grated on one another. Or more appropriately, she acted too perfect and made him angry. He took another swig and offered her the bottle. He remembered something stupid he read from someone smart about chaos and dancing stars.

 

[xserendipitously]

iris cohen​

location | town square & the street
interactions | link, marco
outfit | x
tags| MadiRaiCat m3leos Sadistic Sweetheart

Iris flinches slightly as Link moves to hug her, still on edge with everything that is happening. With a deep breath, she settles into the hug as she wraps her arms around Link's waist, pulling him close for comfort. Link gives damn good hugs and although Iris isn't a super physically affectionate person, his hug is definitely well appreciated.

"This isn't right. She never leaves her things, especially not her wedding rings." Iris explains through her choked sobs. Maybe she's overreacting, perhaps this is all just one big misunderstanding. Perhaps they'll be back in the morning and everything will be totally fine. Maybe there was some kind of evacuation for some reason. But if that was the case, why the hell would the buses bring them back here?

Iris pulls away from Link's hug and wipes away a few stray tears from her face. Her cheeks flush red as she notices that there is a small patch of her tears on Link's chest. "Sorry about that." She apologizes, breathing in deeply to regain her composure. Iris brushes a hand through her long, blonde hair and places her hands on her hips, nibbling her bottom lip as she thinks.

Tonight is so not her night. First, she had to talk to Gabe. Seeing him is bad enough, but talking to him is a whole different ballgame that she had no desire of playing. Now, her mother has apparently vanished from the town.

Her racing thoughts are paused when she hears footsteps outside. Iris goes to look who is coming but she jumps as a familiar face appears in the doorway, wielding a long golf club.

"Jesus, Marco!" Iris exclaims, pressing a hand to her chest. "What the hell are you doing sneaking around here? More importantly, why are you walking around with a fucking golf club in hand like some kind of barbarian? What are you going to do, beat us or some shit?" Iris growls, her eyebrows furrowing with mild anger. As bizarre as the situation is, Iris is kind of relieved to see another one of her peers alive and well.

"Seriously, what are you doing here? You should be going home. If something has happened, it isn't safe for all of us to just be wandering about." Iris explains, moving to her mother's desk and picking up her rings. She looks at them for a moment, her features softening slightly, before she tucks them into her pocket. "Also, don't bother digging around here. There's no one here. You should just go home."

Iris grabs the important things off her mother's desk, tucking them into her duffel bag. "I'm going to check at home. Maybe they just forgot to lock up or something." Iris grabs her mom's car keys off the desk and dangles them around her index finger. "Do either of you need a lift home? I'm more than happy to drive."

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[MadiRaiCat]

Link Scott​

Location: Police Station
Mentions: None
Interactions: Iris ( xserendipitously ), Marco ( m3leos )
Outfit: x

Link bit his bottom lip slightly, noticing Iris' flinch but deciding that it was in his best interest not to bring any attention to it. Once passed the initial awkwardness of the hug, she seemed to relax a bit and settle into his embrace. Iris was tough, but she felt petite in his arms. The pretty blonde pulled him a bit closer, and Link felt his cheeks flush in surprise. Though Link was fairly popular in school, the stress to be perfect had always kept his focus more on academics and sports over dating and relationships. So, the lacrosse player wasn't as experienced with the feelings that came along with liking someone. Instead, he buried those feelings in the back of his mind. Feeling her shake slightly with sobs, Link tried to comfort her more by gently rubbing her back.

As Iris pulled away, Link's arms fell to his sides, suddenly feeling a bit empty. Nevertheless, Link ignored the feeling and ran a hand through the tousled mess of brown locks piled atop his head. "Your mom is the sheriff. She's probably out somewhere, kicking butt and taking names," Link responded with a small grin, doing his best to cheer her up. He followed her gaze to his shirt, seeing a dark spot there from her tears. Link shrugged and offered her a small, slightly awkward smile. The faint pink color tinting her cheeks threw him a bit off guard. "Don't worry about it," he responded, unsure of how exactly to respond to her.

Pushing his hands into his pockets, Link slowly walked around the room, looking for anything that might help them figure out what was going on, where everyone disappeared to. The eerie silence filled the space once more and, aside from the items Iris' mother left behind and a few case files, Link didn't find anything that was useful. Faintly, he heard rhythmic clicks seeming to crescendo in the hallway outside of the office. Link was a bit distracted, but soon realized that the noise sounded very much like footsteps. He froze momentarily, eyes following Iris as she moved towards the door to see who it was. Shortly thereafter, Marco appeared in the doorway, wielding a golf club.

Link rolled his eyes at Marco's words, but didn't respond. He knew some of the other students didn't like him because of what he represented. The school president. The jock, team captain. The debate team leader. Someone who sucks up to the teachers. Link gave up trying to change their minds a while ago. In his mind, it wasn't really worth the argument. Link turned his attention back to Iris, smiling slightly at her words. He shrugged his shoulders, placing his hands in his pockets once more. "Sure, I could use a ride."

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