Realistic or Modern Auburn Springs

[Winona]

Mason Rivera

Before you could say anything, Mason wanted to stop you right fucking there and make a couple things clear. First off, no, he wasn't sweet on fucking Lola or some shit. She was just... hot, yeah, and she didn't make him want to slam his head into a wall, or break someone's fucking face when he was near her. And he also didn't want to just fuck her once and dip like he did with plenty of chicks, but that didn't mean he... had... feelings for her.

He was Mason fucking Rivera, and he'd been bit in the ass enough by trying to have fucking feelings, and he wasn't ready to do it again. He just... enjoyed hanging out with her.

Mason crossed his arms together and rested them on the top of the fence separating them. At least standing here with Lola, he could kind of take a moment to stop feeling the anger that was threatening to boil over, and he could kind of forget just where he was. Yeah, surprise, surprise, but Mason the football captain was not a fan of fucking football. He was only here for a fucking scholarship, as stated many times prior.

"I'm good," he said, shaking his head in response to her offering him food. Playing on an empty stomach was... maybe not better, but it kept him more focused and shit. He laid his head on his crossed arms, a sly smile creeping onto his face as he peered up at Lola's face. "So... excited for tonight?"

What? He had to ask. The fact that she'd agreed to go to the dance with him had been a huge fucking surprise -- only good thing about this whole Homecoming dance shit, since he was running with fucking Valerie, and since Raven was with fucking Chelsea. It all made his blood boil.

"What's your dress look like?" He asked. "I'm gonna look hot as fuck, or... well... hotter than fuck." Yeah, Mason knew he was a good looking dude. Fucking kiss his ass if you thought him having an ego over this was a problem or some shit. Seriously. You could suck his fucking dick -- he knew he was hot.

It was the only thing he was fucking confident about.

"Just gotta... lose Valerie or whatever the fuck after the voting thing," his vague smile downturned into an annoyed frown as he remembered her. Sure, she'd hooked him up with a nice suit, but he didn't really need a nice suit, nor had he wanted to be dragged into this whole fucking petty bullshit.

But hey, it's what happened when you were just so fucking nice that you didn't say no to fucking bitches that needed a hot dude to run alongside them.

mood
fuck

location
football field

outfit
football uniform

playing...
Superman

by Boyce Avenue​

mentions
Raven, Valerie, Chelsea

interactions
Lola

tags
Kitsune2202

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[Kitsune2202]

Lola Bello ​

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Mood:
Surprisingly good​

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Outfit:
slightly above Casual​

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Mentions:
Val, Myron, Raven​

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Interactions:
Mason @Winona ​

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Location:
Stadium bleachers​

She simply shrugged a bit with a nod before popping one into her mouth. That's more for her, so that's fine by her. Lola liked food a lot ok, so she would never be upset about having more, or not having to give up any. She wasn't sure if it sure from not having a lot of food growing up, or just a genuine natural born obsession with it. Regardless it was here, and here to stay.

As he peered up at her the involuntary internal bodily reaction was enough to make her want to sprint out of this place on the spot and hide away in her room forever. Why the hell was he so attractive? Like this shit simply wasn't fair. He wasn't fair. Stupid sly ass smile. Go back to brooding sir. Brooding she could handle. Scowls were something she was used to. But of course she couldn't or rather wouldn't let any of that internal panic creep out even for a second. Nope she was better then that.

Not that their was anything wrong with him being hot, or with girls who fell for those devilish looks. Simply put...with the way things were looking there might actually be a decent chance of an actual...friendship? Kinda? Maybe friendship was strong, but something like it for the two of them and she didn't want to admit it but she liked that possibility because he was actually surprisingly cool to hang around.

Who knew?

Things seemed slightly less bleak when he spoke even if he wasn't ever saying something optimistic or positive. She also had a slight nudge that told her he was a bit nerdier then he let on. After all why else would he have cool with throwing rocks into a bonfire just to change their color? Basic chemistry landed her a date.

His question pulled her from her own thoughts. Probably for the best. Lola spent way too much time in her own head a lot of the time. It was bad enough when she was alone, but when in the middle of a conversation that might be seen as rude. Once again if it was anyone else other then one of her few actual friends she wouldn't give a fuck about coming off rude or missing what they said. Simply because no ones words mattered to her. It was more like white noise to her most of the time.

Excited? Uh sure, but nervous as hell was more appropriate. Actual dates were scary territory.

Since you know her last and only real boyfriend dumped her cause she moved and then acted like she didn't exist when he showed up. That kinda thing fucks with your head a bit. Like damn were all these bitchy springer really worth more then her to him? The answer was obviously yes, and he was a fucking bitch for thinking that. She hopes he cokes on all the fakeness, and he get exactly what he deserves for betraying her.

So yah...optimism wasn't a strong suit for her. Trusting people wasn't something that came naturally to her. It never did, but after that? It was even harder. She still in the back of her mind was prepared for this to all some big elaborate prank on her, or for Mason to somehow fuck her over tonight in favor for someone...better. She didn't know exactly what better looked like, but she was sure their were plenty of candidates.

Despite that nagging thought in the back of her head...she said yes. Despite the odd and insecurities she still gave the man a chance and said yes, so now here she was looking him in the eyes wondering...'How do I say I've been looking forward to a chance at having a good time for the first time since I moved to this prison last year.' without sounding too clingy and dramatic?

"Yah. I think it'll be a night to remember." She hummed, "Fingers crossed for in a good way." She showed him her crossed finger with a playful grin. Close enough right? Interacting was an tiresome feat. She didn't know how people did this like...all the time! Insane that's how. Extroverts were the true sociopaths.

A smirk played on her lips as she rolled her eyes at his words. True as they may be, he didn't need to brag. "Hotter then fuck you say? Well damn that's a lot of pressure on me." She replied in mock worry pretending to bite the tip of her finger nail. "Since I gotta stand next to that and all." She took out another pretzel bit to toy with between her finger tips a moment. "But I think I'll manage to pull it off hot stuff." she made eye contact with him as she finally tossed the piece in her mouth with a surprisingly wide smile on her lips. She totally blamed the pretzel piece being too big making her have to smile bigger because her cheeks puffed out a bit to accommodate it rather then just being decently in a good mood right now.

Either way it gave her a moment to think about if she wanted to answer his question or not about her dress. What fun would ruining the surprise be? But then again was she really descriptive enough to paint it so vividly he'd actually get a good idea of what it looked like? Probably not, so no harm done. In fact telling him might actually subvert expectations because she probably won't do it justice then bam! She'd be stunning when she walks up! Ok stunning was a stretch, but she'd look good. Or maybe she'd look exactly like he imagined and at least won't be disappointed. Win-win for her.

After swallowing her food she hummed a moment, "Let's see it's technically not a dress? It's two pieces you see, it's a top and a skirt. I don't do dresses." she tried to explain a bit vaguely letting her eyes drift off a bit trying to remember exactly how it looked.

She convinced herself it was because she didn't like dressed, but the truth was she couldn't ever afford one and stealing pieces of sets of clothes was easier then stealing dresses especially fancy ones. While now she could just swipe the sperm donors credit card and get herself something elegant (which is how she got this outfit cause it's way too nice) she was used to this now. Edgy aesthetic and all. No one has seen her in a dress yet, and she wasn't about to have her first time in one be for a first date in front of literally everyone.

That to her just screamed she was trying to hard to impress and she was totally not trying to impress Mason Rivera of all people. Nope not at all. It's totally not why she spent all week trying to figure out how the hell fancy make up worked and how to do the whole sha-bang rather then just eyeliner and mascara. Something told her the usual raccoon/her attempt at smoky eyes routine wasn't going to look sexy. Then again not that it matter because she I repeat was NOT trying to impress or look sexy for him or anyone else in this damn place.

No one had really earned all that effort from her, but if it just happened naturally well then so be it.

"And it's black." She commented finally not really knowing what other details to give him, "The rest is better experienced then described." She mused hoping she'd said enough.

She didn't let her face show the distain she felt when he brought up Valarie. Not because she had any personal beef with the girl, but because it was still odd to her that her date technically had another date. It was something she'd tried very hard to distract herself from thinking about ever since she found out, so there was no point in letting him see now just how much it still bothered her.

Not like he was going to drop out for her sake. She didn't expect him too. She wasn't really anything special to him anyways right? And she didn't wanna get looped into whatever all that drama was about either so neutrality was her best course.

"I shouldn't be hard to find once that circus is over with. Either by the food or having a smoke." She shrugged nonchalantly.

She had zero interest in seeing who won so there wasn't a need to be like front and center or anything. "Are you even hoping to win?" She asked him curiously with a raised brow. She knew him and Raven were...friends? Their friendship confused her, but then again most friendships did. Her lack of having many was a testament to that. Still they seemed close and wondered if he'd rather see the competition win if it was to Raven. She couldn't imagine him wanting to lose either, but you never know until you ask.

She noticed the change in his facial expression upon mentioning it. Clearly he wasn't happy about it all either. "Plus" She leaned down closer to his face to whisper softly in his ear, "Once you've ditched her, we'll celebrate with a to do list I think you'll enjoy." She smirked leaning back up slowly to pop another treat in her mouth. Mainly sex and alcohol were on the table if he wanted, but she might have an extra surprise up her sleeve.

She wasn't sure how many people knew about her going with Mason to the dance or what anyone thought about it. Not that she really cared about other peoples opinions, but she also wasn't trying to start any rumors that might be problematic for him. See why this whole giving a shit thing is the fucking worst? Too much energy.

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[Xed]

Conan O'Connor

Game day. His first in almost a year since the whole getting suspended and then not showing up for school.

Was he nervous?

Mildly.

Excited?

Very.

Much as he loved taking care of little Cassie and spending time with her, and much as he clashed with CK and Mason, Conan missed the football field.

He loved the game. That rush of adrenaline he’d get standing on the pitch, lining up for the whistle, the thrum of his heartbeat ringing in his ears as his muscles tensed in anticipation of take off.

When he played football, he came alive in a way he couldn’t anywhere else. The tension, the energy that sent his blood pumping, the thrill of racing down the field and taking down your opponents. On the field he was free, just himself. Nothing else mattered.

It was a world of difference from life off the field.

And today’s game? Homecoming. Only the biggest game of the year. What better way to return to the field than this?

Now if they could keep the focus solely on the game and keep the idiotic Springer Bridger rivalry out of the equation that would be perfect.

That rivalry was part of the reason why he was presently in the toilet, splashing cold water on his face to keep himself focused and more importantly, remind himself to try and keep a cool head. The last thing they needed was a fight breaking out on the sidelines within their own team because Springers and Bridgers – he was referring specifically to CK and Mason – decided that they could only ever get along as well as oil and water.

Face washed and reminder drilled into his head, Conan turned to leave when he spotted a curious teenager propped up by the wall in a corner of the toilet, staring at his phone screen.

What on earth was this guy doing hiding out in the toilet at homecoming when the game was about to start?

You know that saying mind your own business? Well that lesson was one of many that never stuck with Conan and so of course he waltzed right up to the teen and stuck his face over his screen.

“What are you doing watching youtube videos in the toilet?” He asked, brows furrowed as he caught a good look of the video. Was that… paint?

“You can watch those anytime you want. Stop loitering in the toilet and come watch the game. It’ll be more fun than watching videos of someone messing with paint.” The words were put forth like a suggestion but Conan had already taken the teen by the shoulders and started ushering him towards the door of the toilet.

“I’m Conan by the way,” he introduced cheerfully, “one of the players you’ll be watching in action today.”

mood
game time

location
toilet

outfit
football uniform

playing...
broken bones

by crx​

mentions
CK, Mason

interactions
Benji

tags
mikaluvkitties

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[Xed]

Kelia Winslow

Homecoming was stupid.

If that statement wasn’t obvious enough then this ought to be.

Everything that homecoming had and stood for? Kelia hated.

H-A-T-E-D. Hated.

So why then was she here in the stands, sitting amongst a pack of overexcited hollering teenagers about to watch a mindless scrum of muscle heads go at it?

The answer was the same as always. Stacey Winslow. Her mother.

When Kelia first heard she’d taken the day off from work so they could spend some nice mother daughter time together, Kelia had pictured a nice, quiet afternoon indoors maybe indulging her mother by watching some silly chick flick or spending a day in the kitchen getting covered in bits of food.

This? This was far worse than anything she could have steeled herself for.

She liked spending time with her mom, it was nice since they never actually got to spend much time together but right now she’d rather get shot, and no, she wasn’t joking. She was dead serious.

“Isn’t this fun Lia?” Her mother, just returned from the snack stand with nuts, popcorn and a couple of sweet drinks, sat down next to her beaming, her voice bright and full of excitement.

“Depends.” She replied dryly as she popped a nut into her mouth and watched the throng of teenagers mill about whilst preparations for the game were still underway.

“I remember my last homecoming game in high school.” Stacey continued, voice cheerful as ever and eyes twinkling with excitement as she surveyed the crowd around her, sharing in their anticipation.

How different the things they saw were.

“Back then I attended with you too, of course you weren’t born yet but between the two of us, we had an absolute blast, devoured half the snack stand and screamed until our voices were hoarse. When our team scored a touchdown you were throwing a party in my belly, just kicking about as you pleased in excitement.” Her? Excited about a football game? Not in a million years. That was probably from all the food you ate. She thought, but Kelia held her tongue and simply watched and listened as her mother continued to share the story.

“Sitting here with you again in your final year. It brings back all the memories.” There it was. That look of longing and nostalgia that sometimes filled her mother’s gaze. A look that made her wonder if her mother was picturing how different her life would be if she hadn’t had her so young and on her own.

That gaze, whatever thoughts and feelings it held, didn’t last long and it was quickly replaced by her trademark smile as she turned to face Kelia and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close and ruffling her hair.

“Hey! Cut it out!” Kelia protested, voice muffled by her mother’s arms and the noise around them.

“I’m glad I was able to get today off and come down to watch the game with you my dear daughter.”

…

Football games sucked and homecoming was the worst of them all, but well… she supposed she could survive one game. She wasn’t that weak and well…

Kelia glanced at her mother who was whooping with the excitement of a teenager and throwing her hands into the air, as she munched on another peanut.

They were surprisingly good, she’d give them that.

mood
...just one game

location
bleachers

outfit
plain top and jeans

playing...
broken bones

by crx​

mentions
here

interactions
here

tags
here

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[natsukashii]

Jeremy Grover

And the God that he so minimally acknowledges? Yeah, apparently Grover was given the tough love treatment.

But it was all going to be okay. It didn’t matter that Rory was directly roping him into this situation between her and Petra. It didn’t even matter.

Grover just nodded to what Rory said. “Yeah..you’ll get the money back. Rory wouldn’t steer you wrong or anything.” Grover wasn’t sure how much of what he just said he actually believed. Knowing Rory like he clearly knew he did, this was all part of some game she was playing with Petra and deep in his gut, even if he wasn’t directly involved, now he was because Rory made him part of it.

And it was only seventy-five cents. He had that amount (and then some) in his pocket. He could probably give it to Petra right now and that would put an end to this. But, if he did that, well Grover knew that Rory would never forgive him. Or at least she might devise a way to get back at him in a way that filled him with a feeling comparable to the dread he often felt on a daily basis.

So pretty much how he was feeling right now.

He sighed and looked between Rory and Petra. He liked to think about the good in situations and specifically what was unfolding between him right now. Rory would never back down no matter how much Petra’s high ground took its purest form in talking about starving children.

Wow. She really went there, didn’t she?

A small smirk climbed itself on Grover’s face. He rather liked that for Petra. Liked that she didn’t stand down. Part of him knew it meant bad news…somewhere down the road, but he was taking a moment to appreciate her tenacity, no matter how pointless it seemed.

“Petra..you don’t have to--”

Before he could get that thought out and as he was halfway into the act of reaching into his pocket for some loose change, Petra came charging like a bull stampeding its way through the fields. She charged at Rory, effectively coming between her and Grover. It was impressive and Grover might’ve actually appreciated it if it wasn’t for the fact that this rash act on Petra’s end had resulted in him getting tossed to the ground like a ragdoll and he found out right then and there just how cold the ground really was.

As it turned out, it was most certainly not gonna be okay.

mood
Trying to maintain the chill

location
Bleachers → Concession STand

outfit
Unique fit + The Grover Jacket

playing...
The Prayer

by kid cudi​

mentions
Ian, Rory, Petra

interactions
Rory, Petra

tags
Winona @petals

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[Winona]

Mason Rivera

Two pieces, huh? Mason didn't really understand shit about dresses -- obviously. Although... he probably knew more than most seventeen-year-old football players. You see, having a three year old daughter meant a lot of dresses, especially when that's pretty much all that people ever fucking gifted. Also, they were easy as hell to put on, so... yeah. He'd also learned how to do hair -- at least little girl hair -- although he'd never admit that aloud.

(There'd also been at least one occasion where he'd let Ariana paint his fingernails but again, that would never leave the apartment.)

"Black two piece, huh?" Mason echoed. Only kind of two piece he knew of were bikinis, and those were fucking hot, so... he assumed that this was also going to be fucking hot. Plus, well, she was fucking hot. She could probably wear a curtain or some shit like that crazy chick that had tried to hit him up on Instagram once (hence why he never used social media) and look fucking hot as hell.

"Sounds hot."

Well it did, and Mason wasn't really going to beat around the bush or some shit. He was known to be rather blunt -- and that either scared fuckers away, or people grew used to it and put up with his shit. And... well, he didn't really know where she stood on that shit, but he guessed they'd find out eventually.

"I shouldn't be hard to find once that circus is over with. Either by the food or having a smoke."

God, she really was a woman after his own heart. "Might have to join you for that smoke after," he grumbled as he again found himself stuck with thoughts of fucking Valerie and gang that he'd have to deal with first.

Yeah, he was definitely gonna have to join her for that smoke after.

"Are you even hoping to win?" She asked.

Mason gave a shake of his head. "Nah, I don't really care," he said, adding a little shrug of his shoulders as he did so. "Won last year and shit, and just... dumb as fuck. Just running to run, I guess."

Because he was a weak fucking bastard who apparently couldn't even say no to a fucking bitch like Valerie -- she didn't deserve to be able to run with him, and he had every reason to tell her to fuck off, so... why didn't he? Because he was weak. He was a fucking dumbass or some shit.

However, Lola leaned forward to whisper in his ear about plans that she had for after, and he couldn't help the smug grin that crossed his face. Well... if having to put up with Valerie's bitch self meant that he got laid, then so fucking be it. He could do that shit for a chance with the hot girl in front of him.

"Can't wait," he responded. "Ari's mom has her tonight, so... whatever you wanna do, I'm down."

mood
fuck

location
football field

outfit
football uniform

playing...
Superman

by Boyce Avenue​

mentions
Raven, Valerie, Chelsea

interactions
Lola

tags
Kitsune2202

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[Winona]

Rory Hansen

Ooh, Rory liked it when the little girl was feisty. Her dark lips pressed further back into a nearly predatory grin, her arm moving away from Grover's shoulder to cross over her chest as she grinned down at the girl... until she pushed her way between Rory and Grover, and then the smile fell away into a disappointed look as Grover fell to the ground behind Petra.

She looked down at her friend, rolling her eyes before she brushed past Petra with a shrug of her shoulders and held a hand out to Grover to help him to his feet.

"You don't have to sound so serious about it, Petra," she said with a roll of her eyes before she let go of Grover and threw an arm around Petra's shoulders, pulling the younger girl closer to her side. Her footsteps started to carry them out of the game, and she just kind of expected Grover to still be following along. "Seriously, loosen up..." Rory said as she leaned down so her face was closer to Petra's. "I mean, it's only seventy-five cents. You could you know... find that on the ground out here if you really tried, and it's not helping any starving kids."

As they exited through the gate and had made their way from the actual gates and the actual football game, Rory released her hold on Petra and turned so that they were face to face. "Lighten up, you're hotter when you're smile," she said nonchalantly, and then she held a hand out to Grover.

She figured he'd know what she wanted, and soon enough, there it was. A lit joint placed in her hand, which she brought up to her lips, taking a hit off of it before breathing the smoke out slowly. It billowed out, curling up into the air and then slowly blowing past Petra's face before she held it out to the girl in front of her.

"Go ahead, lighten up." She said with a smile. "It'll help. Isn't that right, Jer?" Rory asked, glancing over at her best friend and expecting him to back her up -- per usual.

Hey, it's just how their friendship worked.

"Unless you're, I dunno... too scared? Don't really wanna play?"

mood
fuck this

location
the concession stand

outfit
gemmy is truly the best

playing...
You Don't Know Me

by Liz Gillies​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Grover, Petra

tags
natsukashii @petals

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[Winona]

Drake Martin

There was a little ol' look of annoyance on Drake's face as Ian started asking Stella if she wanted to go get some food and stuff, but said that he shouldn't come. Like gasp, how dare this little infant try to tell him what he should and shouldn't do. Especially when it came to his friend, too.

'Course, when Drake saw Stella wrapping an arm around Ian and starting to walk away, he also kinda thought about how annoyed she always got when the two bickered with one another, typically over absolutely nothing. And... well, would it be dumb of him to go along with them, knowing that it'd just leave Stella kinda perpetually annoyed? Especially when he wanted to stay on her good side for tonight's dance.

Plus...

"Can't," Drake admitted with a frown. Here was a downside to being a football player that actually got to play -- having to stay close to the field, and not being able to hangout with one's friends. Because if he was too far away and they needed him, then bam! There went his whole football thing, and well...

The Rivera-Martin brothers didn't really have much going for them, you see.

"I'll catch you guys at the dance," Drake said with a rather forced smile. Going with them and stealing Stella's food sounded literally so much freaking better than having to stay here and deal with grr big man football boys, although it was a kind of mixed bag, 'cause he did also enjoy playing.

When he was on the field or court of any game, Drake didn't have to think. All he had to do was move, and he was really good at moving. He preferred that. Just having to move without having to think.

"Gotta stay close so I can ya know..." and as he said this next part, his gaze focused entirely on Ian, "play when they need me." Ha, one last hit at the tinier sophomore.

With that, he bid them a farewell, and then turned back towards the fence he'd vaulted over just a bit earlier. And then he ahh... well, he did just that. He placed his hands on top of the fence, and he broke his way back into prison. His feet hit the ground on the other side, and he didn't waste a single beat in walking towards the football team.

Of course, as Drake got closer, he wasn't really sure where to go. Mason was talking with his lady by the fence, Ryan was... who knew where he was or what he was doing, but there was one fella who was free.

"Heyo, CK-o," Drake greeted as he hopped his way up to the older boy, a lopsided grin on the sophomore's face. "Ready to go on out there and show 'em really what's what?"

mood
wooooooooo

location
the football game

outfit
sexy football outfit bois

playing...
Small Talk

by Call Security​

mentions
N/A

interactions
Stella, Ian, CK

tags
@petals ditto

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[ditto]

IAN HANSEN​

“Yeah, Ian, sounds good,” Stella said, wrapping an arm around him and starting toward the concession stand.

Ian suppressed a triumphant grin. Nachos, bay-bee! Here he came!

Sucked ass that she looked over her shoulder and called, “You comin’, Martin?”

C’mon, Stella! Why you wanna bring the baby along? he wanted to ask. Why you want the baby to crash the party?

“Can’t,” Drake said.

As much as Ian wanted to celebrate the fact that Drake was rejecting Stella, can’t was a really weird way to say no, and Ian’s brows knit together. “Whaddoya mean you can’t?” he asked. “’s no way you mean you can’t ‘cuz —“ They need you or whatever, he wanted to finish, but for the sake of Stella, he cut that short. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Whatever,” he grumbled, turning his eyes back forward.

“I’ll catch you guys at the dance,” Drake said. “Gotta stay close so I can ya know…play when they need me.”

Nuh uh.

Rage burned inside Ian, and he quickly whipped around, his face screwed together. “You did not just —“

Drake was already walking away.

“Hey!” Ian cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hey!”

Frick that guy!


He pointed after Drake, huffing as he looked over at Stella. “You see what that guy does, dude?!” he asked, his voice cracking from the pure frustration of it all. He crossed his arms, glaring at Drake’s figure as the boy jumped over the fence. “He’s a butt,” he seethed. “A freaking butt, man. Not even a hole. Just a whole butt. Like a whole ass. Not even a hot ass. Just an ass. Not even an ass, actually. Just a cheek. An asscheek. But, like, an ugly one. One with, like, warts on it. A warty ass cheek. A WAC.”

He started forward with a deep sigh, ducking his head and making his way to the concession stand. “I really don’t know why you’re friends with him. I don’t wanna sound like a jerk, but he’s a jerk.” He amended his statement after a pause: “A WAC.” He reached up and ran a hand through his curly hair, trying to “fix it” as though Drake’s mussing it had made it look any messier than it had already been. “He tries to bully me. I’m not a bully victim — do I look like one? No, I don’t, ‘cuz I’m a bad boy, a real badass, but he wants me to be one, ‘cuz he’s just a warty ass cheek. A baby warty ass cheek.” Somehow, that didn’t sound right. “A warty ass cheek baby?” he tried. “A warty baby ass c — a warty…a…” Frustratedly, he shook his head, finally just concluding, “A freaking baby.”

They came to a stop at the end of the concession line. This seemed to lift Ian’s spirits, and a grin came onto his face. “Dude, did I tell you? I’ve got a tab here.” He jutted a thumb toward the concession stand, then proudly crossed his arms. “Like at a bar,” he said, nodding his head. “But it’s not a bar. It’s a concession stand. And I’ve got a tab at it.”

mood
:|

location
the football game

outfit
the football fit

playing...
baby (ft. ludacris)

by justin bieber​

mentions
n/a

interactions
drake & stella

tags
Winona @petals

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[ditto]

Chelsea Kader Freud​

Fucking Rivera couldn’t even fucking come when the literal fucking coach, the guy who kept him on the fucking team, was fucking calling him? What the fuck?

Fucking whatever to Rivera getting kicked off the team. That wasn’t why it pissed Chelsea off. Rivera could go fuck himself, could go fuck up his whole future if he wanted to. The team would be far fucking better off without Rivera on the field, or anywhere near it, or anywhere near the fucking school for that matter. If the Bridgers were all gone and things went back to normal, that would be fucking heaven.

But Rivera doing jack shit at the biggest fucking game of the year? That fucking pissed Chelsea off. As much as he fucking hated to admit it, Rivera was a part of this fucking team, and as a part of this fucking team, he needed to be fucking working as a part of this fucking team for it to fucking work. If he wasn’t fucking working, then it would all fucking crumble, and they would lose fucking everything, all thanks to the stick up Rivera’s ass and whatever fucking silverware crown he was wearing that he’d convinced himself was gold.

What-fucking-ever. If they were fucked, they were fucked because of Rivera. Still, Chelsea was going to do his goddamn best to carry the weight of the fucking team on his own, because apparently he fucking had to.

If you wanted something done well, they said, you had to do if your-fucking-self.

“Heyo, CK-o,” said a voice below him.

From his spot leaning against the fence as he downed another cup full of Gatorade, CK glanced down to see the much shorter Martin boy with a lopsided grin plastered on his face. Shit. He’d dealt with plenty tonight already; holding any sort of conversation with a brainless child — much worse, one who was Donna’s so-called “friend” — was not something that he felt inclined to do in any way. He could just ignore the little kid, look away, and pretend not to see him. Any sort of acknowledgement of Rivera Mini’s existence beyond a glance was a sure death sentence for any hope he had of avoiding this conversation.

Unfortunately, he also doubted that ignoring Martin would make him go away, either. Kids were annoying like that, and Donna’s…troupe were particularly annoying, generally harboring some kind of vendetta against Freud and Freud’s, so there was no way that the boy would go away simply because CK didn’t acknowledge him.

He supposed that it was better to just bite the bullet. It would probably look better to everyone else that the rightful captain wasn’t ignoring a child, if anyone was watching, anyway.

Heaving a deep sigh, Chelsea stooped down slightly to refill his Dixie cup. “Martin,” he said, which was an astonishingly polite greeting toward a Bridger for the boy.

“Ready to go on out there and show ‘em really what’s what?” A glance back at Martin revealed the same, thoughtless grin on his face.

There wasn’t a thought going on behind those eyes. It made Chelsea give a flat chuckle.

“You don’t even have to ask. I was born ready,” he said in his stoic voice. “The more pressing question is if you are.” Breathing out a soft sigh, he added, “Though I doubt you’ll be playing too much, you’re still — as unfortunate as it is, and as temporary as it may be — a member of the Auburn Springs team.” He gave him a quick once-over. “At least you’re dressed in your gear,” he commented, then paused to down his cup. “They give you shit for being an idiot, Martin, but at least you didn’t show up fifteen minutes fucking late to the biggest game of the year dressed in Goodwill rags and whining about having repercussions for your fucking actions.” The recollection made him scowl for a moment. “Tch. Idiocy must be a familial trait,” he muttered beneath his breath, low enough that Martin couldn’t hear him.

Preoccupied with mourning the status of the team given its abysmal fucking co-leader, Chelsea forgot momentarily about the boy in front of him. He breathed out a sigh. “Speaking of benchwarming…where the hell is that curly-haired kid?” he muttered. He scowled again. “Fucking team can’t even fucking be a team on fucking game day…”

He looked down at Martin again. “I can see why Ambridge’s team sucked so much,” he half-joked, his voice and stoic expression showing no sign that it was a joke in the slightest.

mood
pissed, still

location
the football game

outfit
whatever football players wear

playing...
this fire (franz ferdinand cover)

by bullet​

mentions
rivera

interactions
martin

tags
Winona

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IAN HANSEN​

"A tab?" Stella laughed as they came up to the front of the line.

Ian, crossing his arms coolly, nodded. If he had a pair of shades, he would flick them down onto his nose and look at her over them. “Pretty badass, right?”

Obviously, the answer was right, because she just said, “Wow, I’m impressed.”

He chuckled confidently. “Yeah, I know.” Reaching a hand up to so-humbly rub his neck, he looked away from her, loudly announcing, in total humility, “I mean, some people say I’m the most badass, but…” He shrugged. “What can I do, y’know?”

Finally, it was their turn to order, and a girl, in a mutter, what they’d like to order.

“Two orders of nachos, please, and put it on his tab,” Stella said, jutting her thumb out toward Ian, who, on cue, crossed his arms in his badass way and gave a nod up of the chin to the girl behind the counter, grinning widely.

The girl glanced between them before finally rolling her eyes and stepping away from the window to go grab the ooey-gooey goodness that was two orders of concession stand nachos, complete with oodles and oodles of plastic-y cheese.

“Nachos!” Ian cheered, bending slightly through the window to grab the trays even before the girl got all the way to the counter. “Nachos!” he repeated excitedly, passing Stella one of the trays.

“Watch yourself, Hansen,” snapped the girl behind the counter. Shrinking slightly, Ian glanced back at the server. After a moment, he noticed a little bit of cheese on the collar of her top. (It didn’t register with him that that was his fault.) Setting his tray back down on the counter, he mirrored where the spot was on his shirt, pointing to where his collar would be if he had one. “You, uhm…got a lil’ something there,” he said.

“You think?” she asked, reaching up with an angry expression on her face and trying to flick it off. Ian reached forward, pulling some napkins out of the dispenser and sheepishly holding it through the window for the girl in an attempt to be helpful. Rolling her eyes, she said, “Just go.”

“Oh, okay. Have a good night!” Ian said, picking his tray and giving her a little wave.

He thought he caught her flip him off, but he didn’t really understand why.

Smiling over at Stella as he picked up a cheesy chip, he cheered, once more, “Nachos, man!” He held up a chip. “Cheers?” he asked, wanting her to dink her chip against his.

mood
nachos hahahaaa

location
the football game

outfit
the football fit

playing...
baby (ft. ludacris)

by justin bieber​

mentions
n/a

interactions
stella

tags
@petals

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[Kitsune2202]

Lola Bello ​

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Mood:
Surprisingly good​

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Outfit:
slightly above Casual​

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Mentions:
Val, CK ​

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Interactions:
Mason @Winona ​

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Location:
Stadium bleachers​

"Good to know." She replied a simple smirk on her lips at his response.

The thing about being secretly incredibly insecure about your looks, but knowing that confidence key is the whole having to fake it till you make it deal. Fighting the instinctual urge to brush off or denounce the clear compliment. The best she could do was just accept it. After all he said it, so he meant it. A black two piece dress does sound hot. That is a fact.

The whole thinking of herself as 'hot' was what usually tripped her up. This is not to say she thinks she is ugly, oh god no. She knows she is attractive. (Link would smack her in the head if she dared call herself ugly knowing they had the same genes.) But hot or Sexy? Those kinda adjectives she felt she had to like work for. You know wear actual make-up, do her hair, dress up a bit. The usual shit on a day to day basis she didn't deal with.

Look even what she was wearing now was an upgrade from her usual outfit of choice. T's, ripped jeans, leather jackets, and beanies were her comfort zone. Anything outside of that was extra effort.

Pretty on her, but sexy? Ehh. She was sure that girls with actual confidence (or vanity however you see it) would've had some witty remark about knowing they are hot or whatever. That was the energy she felt hot girls gave off. Effortless came to mind, and that just wasn't her. She felt that was effort and she didn't typically care for that outside of her other dealings. Her energy was better spent elsewhere.

But if he looks at her and thinks 'hottie' why would she turn him down? It's not like he didn't know plenty of sexy girls with the type of energy she was imagining. It's also not like those girls wouldn't give him the time of day if he went and spoke to them. Hell he was running for Homecoming king with one of them. He also didn't strike her as the type to waste his time lying about something like that. He said what he meant and meant what he said. His bluntness in her mind was a perk. It left little room for doubt.

All things considered...logically there wasn't any. The only reason she finds it difficult was because she sadly isn't a robot with no trauma or emotions despite that being the way she likes to be scene by most people. If they could all just think of her as some emotionless cyborg that'd be great. A world void of dumb feelings sounded great. Just Money, alcohol, sex, and the internet, you know the essentials.

Also less annoying people bother you when you come off as a heartless bitch. Except apparently when they are related to you, then they still come around an obnoxious amount.

"Might have to join you for that smoke after," he grumbled

She grinned, "I'll save one for you." she spoke tossing the last of her snack into her mouth and crumbling up the paper into a ball.

She listened to his answer about the running, and it seemed pretty on brand. It also seemed like a lot of bullshit to put up with just to be doing it. Then again Valerie and CK was involved so who knows if there was more to the story then she knew. Not that she was going to pry since it wasn't her business. It was his headache he'd agreed to so that had nothing to do with her.

It did mean however he wouldn't care if he looses, or if she doesn't bother voting in the damn thing. She didn't see a need even if she could see it being kinda close. If he actually cared she could've easily figured out a way to rig it in his favor, but now she doesn't need to.

What? She likes him enough to do him a solid. He could have one favor on the house for being her date tonight. She just needed to figure out when was a good time to cash that in for him.

Hearing that they could do whatever because he was free for the night made the wheels in her head begin to turn. It certainly opened the possibilities more. Not that it mattered to her that he had a kid. If she had joined them she'd have thought of something kid-friendly to add to the mix. Even if that would be hard considering even when she was a kid she wasn't into kid friendly things. She could figure it out for the kids sake.

As fucked up as Lola may be she wasn't so terrible to not give a shit about kids. She wanted no part in fucking up a kids life, so if she was going to have to be near one she was going to do her best just like she tried to do for Link as they were growing up.

"Me too." She replied honestly. She was getting more excited the more time she spent with him to spend more time with him. Which is something she hasn't felt in...a while.

She figured he'd have to go back to the field sooner rather then later and she'd then have to actually find her friends at this rate. "I've got a few ideas then. Don't let this get you too tired now." she joked letting her eyes glance up at the field before returning to him.

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[natsukashii]

Jeremy Grover

This wasnt new for Grover.

That was to say, Grover wasnt a stranger to being plowed through by someone on a mission.

The amount of force that Petra came at Rory with was, quite frankly, astonishing. Grover may not have been a very exceptional individual when it came to physical feats, but he gathered, as he laid on the cold ground, Petra wasn't either.

As he remained on the ground, he'd only get up after Rory held out her hand. He did most of the heavy lifting as he got up to his feet. Or at least he intended to. He forgot how freakishly strong Rory was compared to him. As he looked between Petra and Rory, he had a thought that made him chuckle for a few short moments. Maybe they're not all that different after all.

After some back and forth exchanges, he saw Rory hold out her hand. He looked at his best friend for a few seconds before he understood. SHe didn't even have to say anything to him nor did he to her. The connection between them was so great that he knew that she wanted a joint.

So, naturally, he handed her one and lit it at her request.

He still didn't know what to make of what Rory was doing to Petra, but he didn't question it...out loud. Truth be told, he was afraid to. The way she teased and taunted the girl, part of Grover felt guilty and like he should do or say something.

And then, as if the good, spiritual God above struck him with lightning, Grover pulled out the three quarters in his pocket. If he couldn't bring himself to speak up against all of this, the least he could do was put to ease the small matter that began all of this in the first place.

"Petra--"

But as he was going to, Petra accepted Rory's game and took the joint. In her first puff, she coughed like it was her first time.

Grover looked over at Rory and then back to Petra. He was almost positive that this was either her first time smoking weed or it was the first time with this particular strain of kush.

(In hindsight, maybe Grover should have brought more than the most potent strain.)

He'll just add that to the ever-growing list of reasons why he would feel guilty by the night's end.

As he watched Petra in a worried silence, she went for a second go and he thought that maybe she was a stoner in the making.

That was good, right?

With a small sigh, Grover just smiled. "So, how does it feel, Petra? Does it still burn?" He asked, concerned. Grover just couldn't help but remain worried for Petra. He didn't want to have the bane of her suffering cause of his product weigh on his soul like he knew it would.

mood
Worried beyond belief

location
Bleachers → Concession STand

outfit
Unique fit + The Grover Jacket

playing...
The Prayer

by kid cudi​

mentions
Ian, Rory, Petra

interactions
Rory, Petra

tags
Winona @petals

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[Winona]

Drake Martin

Chelsea was funny in a really grr way. This was probably a little bit out there, but the dude kind of reminded Drake of his own brother with the way he talked about stuff and handled things. He was just always so very angry about pretty much everything, and the bitter things he was always saying about Mason, or Ambridge, or any of the other Bridgers just reminded Drake of how Mason was always talking about the Springers and gang.

Heck, it was just funny enough that it earned a small, fitful giggle from Drake that he just couldn't hold back as CK made some off comment about how the Ambridge team had sucked. Which they hadn't, not really, not when everyone showed up, but that was kind of hard when half of them were pretty much always suspended.

"Ian's gettin' nachos," Drake explained with a little nod of his head. "He ain't any good, so doesn't matter too much that he ain't over here."

Harsh? Maybe. True? Definitely.

"You should loosen up a bit," he advised, and naturally, Drake leaned over into Chelsea's personal bubble and kinda nudge nudged him with his elbow. "Ya know, I know Raven real well, and she's kinda ahh..." he trailed off, kinda bouncing his head back and forth as he tried to think of the best way to describe her, "ya know... she don't really like dudes that are all grr me angwy, me serious. Just a lil' bit of advice since ya know... you're goin' with her to the ol' Homecoming dance thingamajig. Kinda cool, ain't it? Like Romeo and Juliet or some shit."

There was a wistful smile on his face as he thought about that, about how Raven and Chelsea were like real life Romeo and Juliet, until he kind of remembered how it ended, and the smile on his face quickly dropped.

"Oh, not that... not like, not that I think you'll have to kill yourself to be with her forever or anythin', ya know, just... 'cause lovers across the river. Did Macbeth have a river? They had a bubblin' cauldron or some shit, I know that, with the creepy fuckin' witches that were all makin' their real creepy potions and--"

The boy suddenly cut himself off, eyes narrowing as he brought his hands down to rest on his hips, and he glared upwards at Chelsea's face.

"When're we s'posed to play the game?"

mood
wooooooooo

location
the football game

outfit
sexy football outfit bois

playing...
Small Talk

by Call Security​

mentions
N/A

interactions
CK

tags
@petals ditto

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