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-- the lost king --
[ TARIA ACKAN. ]
by @leviathan.
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Realistic or Modern Beacon Hills
- Thread starter fin
- Start date
by @leviathan.
rakshasa
Guillermo Buillermo?
KHADIJAH HUNTER
Khadijah jumped a bit hearing Aubrey's voice from behind her, before turning on her heel to face him. Her face lit up seeing his; she grabbed his arm and pulled it in for an embrace, smiling widely, "Aah, there you are! I was just about to look for you! Ugh, sorry, just me being a dummy as usual. I forgot all about this! I'm just glad I woke up, ehee!" She had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from prattling on any longer. Though, it wasn't unusual for her, making herself look like an airhead in front of others. Especially cute boys. Really really smart cute boys. Cute boys who would laugh in your face if they got a glance at your GPA. Still clinging to his arm, she pushed herself against him as a senior slipped by, narrowly avoiding getting her jacket wet with alcohol. "If I was an environmental activist though, I'd definitely say something different about that jacket... But I'm not, so I'll just tell you it all looks... Really good on you." She giggled at his remark, "Aww, this is faux fur! Don't worry about a thing! I can't even afford real fur!" She cocked her head playfully; as the music faded between songs, her voice became softer. "I know you care about that sort of stuff."
There was comfort in her voice when she spoke to Aubrey that was foreign to anyone outside of their friendship. There was a feeling of trust she associated with him, ever since she came clean about her.. condition. A comforting feeling that she could tell him about her fucked up urges or the things she's done to herself, things her parents and friends didn't know of yet. He accepted her. She couldn't even do that with herself. "Hey, there's a pool in the back isn't there? I wanna swim first before I get fucked up." She clenched her teeth after speaking, trying to erase that last part from time and space. She really was an airhead.
There was comfort in her voice when she spoke to Aubrey that was foreign to anyone outside of their friendship. There was a feeling of trust she associated with him, ever since she came clean about her.. condition. A comforting feeling that she could tell him about her fucked up urges or the things she's done to herself, things her parents and friends didn't know of yet. He accepted her. She couldn't even do that with herself. "Hey, there's a pool in the back isn't there? I wanna swim first before I get fucked up." She clenched her teeth after speaking, trying to erase that last part from time and space. She really was an airhead.
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fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
Last night had definitely been a movie. Spending time getting loose with friends was something he'd missed from his hospital bed. Marianna, Johannes, Addison, Sasha, and lots more to say the least. Cyrus had missed his buds, and was not disappointed in how the night ended. He'd got some alone time with the dashing senior in Addison Swan, was made aware that he was a werewolf, and most importantly... the following morning there was absolutely no hangover.
Cyrus grinned wide, bopping his head up and down to the rhythm of the music playing through his car's speakers. He had dark sunglasses on to shield him from the sunlight beaming downwards through the revealed hood of his car. To get to Addison's house, he didn't necessarily need to drive his car to her place. It was less than a fifteen minute walk. But as with all the rich kids of Beacon Hills, Cyrus couldn't help but take advantage of an opportunity to show off his vehicle, and the speed it boasted. Although he'd only got his first car a year ago, Cyrus had been driving since he was fourteen with friends at school. He'd adopted a speedy, but controlled way of driving. One that ensured he'd arrive at every location in a timely manner, and meeting with Addison on time was definitely an occasion of utmost importance.
Reeling the vehicle to the side, Cyrus situated himself by the curb just before her home, and let out a short sigh. He mentally hyped himself up, and relaxed in the seat before pulling out his phone. He wasn't all too sure what sort of driver, or security Addison had in her estate, nor did he want to get caught up in the confusion. Instead, he dialed Addison's number, and brought the phone up to an ear. "Addie. I'm at the front." He stated simply.
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_amaranth_
mentions: johannes, sasha, mariannacoded by natasha.
Kitsune2202
Elder Member
Once she let go and just focused on the night it turned out to be a great one. She got to hang out with her friends, and catch up since she'd been so sheltered most of the summer making sure her body had in fact recovered as well as the doctors said it did. She and Aj dominated the beer pong table as usual, and for the first time in months she felt like she was actually back to being herself. No weird dreams that night to boot. Maybe this was the start to a great year?
She drove her friends back home, so she didn't really get to get wasted or anything, but that was fine by her. Safety first after all.Before she knew it she'd crashed out for the night. The next she woke up earlier then normal for her, maybe her body was already trying to get on the right track for school tomorrow. Whatever the case she decided to seize the day. She did a light work out showered ate some breakfast and while munching down on her favorite cereal she scrolled though several of her social media apps to see if anything fun was going on for their last day of freedom with anyone, but it seemed most of the posts were about the night before still. Maybe people just weren't up yet? Or maybe they were all nursing hang-overs. The thought kinda made her giggle.
However she couldn't just sit and be idle, so about noon she posted a status about heading to the pool for some fun in the sun on a couple platforms and included an open invitation for anyone to join her. The more the merrier right? However she did still owe AJ a conversation from the other night that she successfully avoided thanks to alcohol, but knew he deserved to know. So she sent him a text message asking him to join her if he wasn't too hung-over. If he was she could always go over after her time swimming and hang out with him. After she sent the message she got changed and grabbed her board to skate down to the community pool. She'd have taken her bike but she was in her swimsuit and that would not feel good on her thighs. She grabbed a pair of black flip-flops to take with her in a small red drawstring bag. She also put her towel, phone, wallet, and change spare top and shorts inside for when she was done to put on since she was going to ride to the pool in her swimsuit and converse.
Out Of Words
GM of If December Freezes
Leviathan Black
Tags: Kennith
Kitsune2202
| Treehouse (Home)
Kitsune2202
| Treehouse (Home)Kennith's text was returned with a delivery failure about a minute later. Levi had one of those old style flip phones last year, but he couldn't afford it on his own. And his father wasn't going to keep paying it, that's for certain. So, he couldn't get Kennith's text, or calls, or anyone's.
Levi rarely used the phone anyway, it wasn't missed. Not nearly as much as having food available, like human food. Oh, there was plenty of food if he wanted to change forms and go hunting. He just wasn't in the mood to do much today. School was starting tomorrow, and the biggest thought about it, was wondering what they'd have for breakfast and lunch.
Even now his stomach let out a growl at protest of being empty. He had the pizza yesterday, ate everything that was left on the way back home. It wasn't like he had a fridge or anything, anyway. Oh, that's what he should work on next. Some type of insulated cooler at least. Something to keep food a little bit longer when he brought some home.
Levi didn't want to spend some of his saved up money on buying a cooler, not if he could make one. As he lay on his bed of straw and blankets, the roof hatch opened so he could peer up at the sky, he started to think on what he could make to serve the same essential purpose.
It'd be a relaxing way to spend his last 'free day' at least.
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
Addison Swan
Addison woke up to the sound of her mother calling her from downstairs. That woman was naïve if she thought someone would here her from there. Sure, Addie did but only thanks to her condition. She squirmed under the blankets and finally sat up. The party was…okay, at least she got a date there. Well, maybe date was not really the word but…Hmm, how did Cyrus put it? Yes, they were going to celebrate.
When the blonde finally hopped down the stairs, she saw a pair of suitcases at the door. What did she miss? Were they going somewhere? No way she was. School was starting the next day and even though it might sound weird, she -needed- to go. “Mom?” she called out and heard voices from the kitchen so that was where she went. Still in her PJs, it was a high contrast to her parents dress up all for business. “Are we going somewhere?” she asked and sat at the kitchen island. A plate with pancakes, drowned in maple syrup and blueberries landed in front of her alongside a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Ew, gross. But since she didn’t want to raise any suspicion, she dug in. Tasted like ash. And to think this used to be her breakfast favorite.
“Why do you always have that dog collar on?” he father asked, pointing at her black choker. “It’s fashion, dad, duuuh.” she replied, rolling her eyes, postponing eating as much as she could. Her father simply shook his head, not getting the trends or something. Was he too old?
“We have to fly to San Diego tonight, sweetheart. Pressing matter. But we will be back in two or three days. Will you be okay until then?” A soft voice of her mother sounded and Addie’s eyes went wide open. She was gonna stay home alone. How perfect was that? “No worries, mom. I’ll be fine.” she grinned and in her excitement took another large bite of pancakes that almost made her gag. ‘Jesus, get out if here already, this girl is hungry.’ she thought.
Soon enough, they really were gone and Addie sighed in relief. Leaving the breakfast (or in her case, brunch) on the counter, she ran down to the cellar where she had her snack bar hidden. It was running out quite fast and Addie knew that she needed to restock pretty soon. But for now, she was okay and set with her blood bags. Fresh out of the hospital. Yeah, hunting was fun and all but...why bother if this cute male nurse could get her everything she needed just because she asked him nicely? (Okay, fine, she compelled him to do it, sheesh!)
After finally feeding herself, she had just enough time to get a refreshing shower and get ready for Cyrus to arrive. She was absolutely looking forward to that since they didn’t really see each other during the summer. It did make her wonder but there was plenty of time to find out what happened. Later. And possibly five minutes after she blow-dried her blond curls, her phone rang. Cyrus was at the front. “Well then come to the door. I’ll be right there.” she said and threw her phone on the bed. She didn’t even make it. No need.
Addie ran down the stairs within seconds, opening the door just in time for Cy to get in. How he did this to her, she wouldn’t know. Addison Swan never ran. And certainly not for a man. And yet…here she was, moving by the speed of sound just to open the door to a junior. “You look good.” she smiled, leaning on the doorway, one hand on the hip. “Just so you know, my parents are gone for next two days.” she added with a not so subtle wink and practically dragged him inside. “So, you can tell me where you were the whole summer.” Addie smiled and interlaced their fingers, leading him further to the house.
When the blonde finally hopped down the stairs, she saw a pair of suitcases at the door. What did she miss? Were they going somewhere? No way she was. School was starting the next day and even though it might sound weird, she -needed- to go. “Mom?” she called out and heard voices from the kitchen so that was where she went. Still in her PJs, it was a high contrast to her parents dress up all for business. “Are we going somewhere?” she asked and sat at the kitchen island. A plate with pancakes, drowned in maple syrup and blueberries landed in front of her alongside a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Ew, gross. But since she didn’t want to raise any suspicion, she dug in. Tasted like ash. And to think this used to be her breakfast favorite.
“Why do you always have that dog collar on?” he father asked, pointing at her black choker. “It’s fashion, dad, duuuh.” she replied, rolling her eyes, postponing eating as much as she could. Her father simply shook his head, not getting the trends or something. Was he too old?
“We have to fly to San Diego tonight, sweetheart. Pressing matter. But we will be back in two or three days. Will you be okay until then?” A soft voice of her mother sounded and Addie’s eyes went wide open. She was gonna stay home alone. How perfect was that? “No worries, mom. I’ll be fine.” she grinned and in her excitement took another large bite of pancakes that almost made her gag. ‘Jesus, get out if here already, this girl is hungry.’ she thought.
Soon enough, they really were gone and Addie sighed in relief. Leaving the breakfast (or in her case, brunch) on the counter, she ran down to the cellar where she had her snack bar hidden. It was running out quite fast and Addie knew that she needed to restock pretty soon. But for now, she was okay and set with her blood bags. Fresh out of the hospital. Yeah, hunting was fun and all but...why bother if this cute male nurse could get her everything she needed just because she asked him nicely? (Okay, fine, she compelled him to do it, sheesh!)
After finally feeding herself, she had just enough time to get a refreshing shower and get ready for Cyrus to arrive. She was absolutely looking forward to that since they didn’t really see each other during the summer. It did make her wonder but there was plenty of time to find out what happened. Later. And possibly five minutes after she blow-dried her blond curls, her phone rang. Cyrus was at the front. “Well then come to the door. I’ll be right there.” she said and threw her phone on the bed. She didn’t even make it. No need.
Addie ran down the stairs within seconds, opening the door just in time for Cy to get in. How he did this to her, she wouldn’t know. Addison Swan never ran. And certainly not for a man. And yet…here she was, moving by the speed of sound just to open the door to a junior. “You look good.” she smiled, leaning on the doorway, one hand on the hip. “Just so you know, my parents are gone for next two days.” she added with a not so subtle wink and practically dragged him inside. “So, you can tell me where you were the whole summer.” Addie smiled and interlaced their fingers, leading him further to the house.
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
AJ Lexington
LOCATION: the Lexington Mansion (leaving for the pool) || OUTFIT: click! || TAG: Sasha
Kitsune2202
Kitsune2202
Sun rays peeked through the curtains onto a pile of pillows on the bed which suddenly squirmed and a shaggy head appeared. “Fuck…what’s the time?” AJ groaned and fell back on the pillows. Once again, he might have overdone it at that party. He and Sasha kicked the ass of everyone who was brave (or stupid?) enough to go against them in beer pong. And then some kid challenged him to a shot contest. And he did endure a lot for a freshman. Or sophomore? AJ wouldn’t know, he never remembered. But he won. He had to. And how he got home? He wouldn’t know, had to ask Clover. If she, of course, came home with him. Ugh, he hated these hangovers.
Slowly, veeery slowly, he finally got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen where he smelt breakfast. Or lunch even. Possibly. He still had no idea what the time was. “Hey, brat.” he greeted Clover, who was already sitting at the table, looking only slightly less hungover than her twin. “Hey, asshat.” was the answer. “Where’s dad?” he asked but there was no need. Lexington senior was always at work. Monday to Sunday. No break. “Listen, Clo…why don’t you just find something to get rid of the hangover in that pretty little book of yours?” he yawned and his heart fluttered, seeing there was still a plate of bacon left, which he attacked almost immediately. And with every bite of that greasy pleasure, he felt better and better.
“Here, have some. You look miserable.” AJ laughed and set the plate in front of Clover who only frowned. AJ laughed at her even more and grabbed his phone to scroll through some memories of last night. But what caught his attention was a message from Sasha.
‘Yeah, totally, you know I’ll be there. Give me an hour.’ he texted her back and went on, scrolling though his social media.
“Yo, Clover. Some people are gonna hang out at the pool today. You coming?” he asked his sister, mostly because he wanted to know whether he would have to wait decades for her to get ready again so he could drive her. But since she just shook her head, saying that maybe later, he shrugged and snatched a few more slices of bacon before he disappeared. So much for nutritious breakfast.
Despite a constant pulsing in his head, AJ kept on packing his bag for the pool. Maybe the cool water would help to get him rid of this monstrous headache. Driving was still risky but that never stopped him from doing it anyway. Reckless was his second name, if anything. The room was a total mess but the maid was supposed to come later that day so he wasn’t really bothered by that either. Once his bag was packed, he grabbed the car keys (once he found them in the pile of dirty laundry) and ran down the stairs. “See you, brat!” he called out to Clover and left. He didn’t even bother to put some clothes on, just shoved them in the bag and decided to wear his swimshorts.
‘Just got in the car, be there in a sec.’ he texted Sasha again and pulled off the driveway of the Lexington Mansion.
Slowly, veeery slowly, he finally got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen where he smelt breakfast. Or lunch even. Possibly. He still had no idea what the time was. “Hey, brat.” he greeted Clover, who was already sitting at the table, looking only slightly less hungover than her twin. “Hey, asshat.” was the answer. “Where’s dad?” he asked but there was no need. Lexington senior was always at work. Monday to Sunday. No break. “Listen, Clo…why don’t you just find something to get rid of the hangover in that pretty little book of yours?” he yawned and his heart fluttered, seeing there was still a plate of bacon left, which he attacked almost immediately. And with every bite of that greasy pleasure, he felt better and better.
“Here, have some. You look miserable.” AJ laughed and set the plate in front of Clover who only frowned. AJ laughed at her even more and grabbed his phone to scroll through some memories of last night. But what caught his attention was a message from Sasha.
‘Yeah, totally, you know I’ll be there. Give me an hour.’ he texted her back and went on, scrolling though his social media.
“Yo, Clover. Some people are gonna hang out at the pool today. You coming?” he asked his sister, mostly because he wanted to know whether he would have to wait decades for her to get ready again so he could drive her. But since she just shook her head, saying that maybe later, he shrugged and snatched a few more slices of bacon before he disappeared. So much for nutritious breakfast.
Despite a constant pulsing in his head, AJ kept on packing his bag for the pool. Maybe the cool water would help to get him rid of this monstrous headache. Driving was still risky but that never stopped him from doing it anyway. Reckless was his second name, if anything. The room was a total mess but the maid was supposed to come later that day so he wasn’t really bothered by that either. Once his bag was packed, he grabbed the car keys (once he found them in the pile of dirty laundry) and ran down the stairs. “See you, brat!” he called out to Clover and left. He didn’t even bother to put some clothes on, just shoved them in the bag and decided to wear his swimshorts.
‘Just got in the car, be there in a sec.’ he texted Sasha again and pulled off the driveway of the Lexington Mansion.
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_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
Anya 'Artemis' Taylor
When Kennith had downed the whole can in one go Anya fully expected him to hit the deck due to the overload of vodka to his system. But that didn't happen. In fact the drink barely seemed to affect him at all, or if it did, then it was nowhere near as effective on him as it would be on a normal human (like her or Harry). Interesting. She made a joke about keeping the booze down being a 'secret mutant superpower' which was partly a reference to one of the West Coast Avengers comics Harry had leant her and partly a realisation that there were potentially far more supernatural beings in Beacon Hills than she first expected.
What had also been surprising was that the evening had been pretty fun. Kennith, Levi, Aubrey and Ellison may all have been younger than her and Harry, but that didn't stop them from getting along and laughing together. It had the potential to be the beginning of something, but the real test was how this newly formed alliance would hold up when school started back up again. She left the party with Harry, bumping into Jordan on the way out. There'd been a vague mention of maybe meeting up the next day to bitch about life, but no concrete plans.
Despite getting home so late the last night, Anya still woke up early the next day. It was like there was some kind of switch in her body that prevented her from sleeping past eight in the morning unless she was unconscious, nearly dying or extremely sleep deprived. Lying in bed wasn't exactly an option either, so she hit up and clambered out onto the cabin roof for a while with a mug of hot coffee. Living alone in the cabin was lonely. She'd spent her entire childhood in a noisy community of family and friends, but now it was just her, Doyle and Bodie rattling around the cabin with nobody to talk too and nothing to do. At least school porvidede homework and a chance to hang out with her select group of friends. It was loneliness that had compelled her to get a job, along with the understanding that what cash she had wasn't going to last forever.
So she'd found work at the local pool, switching between working on the tills at the front, manning the café/snack bar and being a poolaide lifeguard. As soon as she'd turned sixteen Anya had taken extensive lessons and training, then took her official pool guard exams becoming a qualified lifeguard within the year. A glance at the calender in the kitchen told her she was on shift today and judging by the sky it was going to be a scorcher of a day. Perfect for going to the pool.
Pool life guards didn't have an official uniform as such, it was just a black hoodie with the words 'Beacon Hills Pool Guard' emblazoned on the back in big white letters. But it was an unwritten rule that everybody had to wear shirts, they more of your legs they showed the better and sunglasses were a must. Which meant Anya could bust out a pair of killer aviators and give people death glares from behind them. She didn't check social media that morning expecting it to be full of photos from the party. Maybe if she had she would have dressed differently, her typical pool outfit meant she looked nothing like Clarissa Meyers, resident motorbike riding, broody female with a dark and twisted past.
She got on her bike, kicked it into gear and began the drive to the pool, not expecting to see anybody she knew along the way.
What had also been surprising was that the evening had been pretty fun. Kennith, Levi, Aubrey and Ellison may all have been younger than her and Harry, but that didn't stop them from getting along and laughing together. It had the potential to be the beginning of something, but the real test was how this newly formed alliance would hold up when school started back up again. She left the party with Harry, bumping into Jordan on the way out. There'd been a vague mention of maybe meeting up the next day to bitch about life, but no concrete plans.
Despite getting home so late the last night, Anya still woke up early the next day. It was like there was some kind of switch in her body that prevented her from sleeping past eight in the morning unless she was unconscious, nearly dying or extremely sleep deprived. Lying in bed wasn't exactly an option either, so she hit up and clambered out onto the cabin roof for a while with a mug of hot coffee. Living alone in the cabin was lonely. She'd spent her entire childhood in a noisy community of family and friends, but now it was just her, Doyle and Bodie rattling around the cabin with nobody to talk too and nothing to do. At least school porvidede homework and a chance to hang out with her select group of friends. It was loneliness that had compelled her to get a job, along with the understanding that what cash she had wasn't going to last forever.
So she'd found work at the local pool, switching between working on the tills at the front, manning the café/snack bar and being a poolaide lifeguard. As soon as she'd turned sixteen Anya had taken extensive lessons and training, then took her official pool guard exams becoming a qualified lifeguard within the year. A glance at the calender in the kitchen told her she was on shift today and judging by the sky it was going to be a scorcher of a day. Perfect for going to the pool.
Pool life guards didn't have an official uniform as such, it was just a black hoodie with the words 'Beacon Hills Pool Guard' emblazoned on the back in big white letters. But it was an unwritten rule that everybody had to wear shirts, they more of your legs they showed the better and sunglasses were a must. Which meant Anya could bust out a pair of killer aviators and give people death glares from behind them. She didn't check social media that morning expecting it to be full of photos from the party. Maybe if she had she would have dressed differently, her typical pool outfit meant she looked nothing like Clarissa Meyers, resident motorbike riding, broody female with a dark and twisted past.
She got on her bike, kicked it into gear and began the drive to the pool, not expecting to see anybody she knew along the way.
Location: Blackthorn Lodge,
Interactions: none, but open for any
Mentions: Kennith, Harry, Levi, Aubrey, Ellison, Jordan
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-- the lost king --
- [ TARIA ACKAN. ]
by @leviathan.
TheZuma
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Ellison shifted around in bed not ready for the day. He hadn't drank too much, which was a blessing, but he's still rather stay in his room.
He'd had a fun time last night. He'd hung out with some chill people who made the night so much better! He hits his head against the pillow. He didn't get their numbers. Of course he forgot. Maybe he'll run into them again. Like at the pool!
He'd head about a pool party through the grapevine that he wasn't gonna miss. It was a great opportunity to expand his friend horizons. The pool was a great place for socialization because if you get nervous you don't even have to picture everyone in their underwear, they're basically already in it... Right? That's how that works?
Not that being nervous was particularly an issue when it came to socialization for Ellison but you never know, some people who go to the beach are a bit intimidating.
With that thought he got out of bed, slow as could be, and hopped into the shower. He then went over to his closet and started getting dressed.
What do you wear to a pool party? Do you show up in trunks or wear something on top? He questioned to himself. Having made his mind up he grabbed some trunks and threw on a shirt and pants over top. It's easier to take something off than it is to put on something you never brought... There's a saying that goes something like that right? He's on a roll with the saying today.
He fixed his hair a bit and walked down the stairs and greeted his mom. She's on the couch nursing a warm coffee.
"Hey ma, where's Where aunt Tilly?"
"Sleeping" She whispered, setting her cup down. "While you were out partying it up me and aunt Tilly had a girls night and she went a bit too hard on the Chardonnay.
He leans over the back of the couch."oooooo, Chardonnay, fancy ." He says it a bit posh.
He reaches over and snags the mug off the coffee from the table and takes a sip before handing it to his mom. "mmh, that's really bad, what is that black?" He walks to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge to re hydrate from the prior night.
"It's mine is what it is so it doesn't matter if you like it. Why are you dressed are you going out?" His mother questions.
He nods, setting the bottle down. "Yeah, I'm going to the pool.
His mother scrunches her bows together. "I thought you didn't like water?"
"I don't like large bodies of water. There's a difference. With the ocean or a lake or something you don't know what swimming around in there and you can't see the bottom." He shivers "ugh, just thinking about it skives me the fuc- skives me out." He quickly corrected himself. "Anyway I gotta go but I'll see you later. Tell aunt Tilly I have her car!"
His mom lifted her mug in a will do gesture and Ellison exits.
He set his gps and started on his way over to the beach.
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Saying that the previous night hadn't been at all what Isaac expected it to be could be somewhat of an understatement. It was a well-known fact throughout the Beacon Hills teenagers, the ones who knew of him, that Isaac was a loner, and that events like parties or basically any kind of bigger social gathering including his peers wasn't one they could spot Isaac at. The previous night, however, had been different, as his friend Johannes was hosting one, and Isaac stuck around for more than just a few minutes like he usually did when he found himself in such extrovertive situations. For a loner, Isaac had quite a few friends, but he had only run into one of them at the party. This was due to one of the strong headaches he got, which forced him to leave the party and walk to the next house over, his own.
Today, however, was a completely new day, a Monday, the last day before a new school year, and Isaac definitely wasn't going to spend it all by himself preparing for school, no. He had made plans with Jordan, and when Isaac would hang out with Jordan, it would usually mean that the two would be in Jordan's garage, Jordan fixing up a car or whatever mechanical thing one could be fixing while Isaac bothered him or ranted about a random topic, normally a healthy mixture of both.
"So, basically, it is because of Ellen DeGeneres that I have an irrational fear of Teletubbies..." Isaac said, his legs innocently dangling off of the table he was sitting on. While talking, his eyes focused on a can of red paint quietly resting on the shelf across from him.
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"all i do is finesse, man."
"All I did was ask what your greatest fear was, Isaac. Y'know, small talk?" Jordan paused, and glanced back up at Isaac with that comment. Buzzing resumed once more as Jordan finished up the drilling of his car's wheels. Though his much preferred disposition was being alone and catching up with his own thoughts and opinions, Jordan had found a strong liking for Isaac Perch. At this point, he wasn't even sure how the two had met, sometime after his mother went missing he figured. Still, Isaac was a pure soul, quiet and shy, but under the shell lay one of Jordan's best buds. Though he'd never admit it of course. Isaac had become someone Jordan could trust, which wasn't much due to him not being a "secret" person, but it was something nonetheless. He saw Isaac as a junior brother, someone he would protect if someone got to rough with him, which tended to occur an awful lot at school. Perhaps that was how they'd met, defending Isaac and the little booger squeezing his way into Jordan's garage. Wasn't so much a booger now to Jordan anyways.
As for the party the night before, honestly speaking, Jordan hadn't much an opinion on it like he did much other things. Asides from the rocky start, he remembered spending the night with close friends Lila and Taria. Mostly catching up and chugging his beers of which caused him stomach aches especially on the motorcycle ride home. One couldn't forget Anya either, asides from Isaac, she was definitely his best friend. He didn't have to pretend when he was around her, nor did she have to him. He didn't expect her to confide anything in him, nor did he expect it in return. Perhaps he'd catch her sometime today, they'd pondered the idea while leaving the Thorpe Villa, but they never specified where and when. Jordan was well aware of the get-together occurring at the community pool, with today so happening to be Anya's shift, but swimming and frolicking around shirtless? That certainly wasn't his preference. He was more of a leather and grease type of guy.
He shook the thought, and rose up from his kneel on the garage floor. Jordan tossed the drill gun behind him and onto the table by Isaac. His eyes were still glued onto the wheels, and chrome of the car, before he spun around and leaned onto the vehicle.
"I don't really think I'm the fearful type. Whatever you and Ellen got going on ought to change though, honestly." Jordan spared a grin, and grabbed at the petrol-stained cloth by Isaac's table before leaning down once more. "What do you say we take her for a spin now? I've been itching to test the horsepower on this thing."
As for the party the night before, honestly speaking, Jordan hadn't much an opinion on it like he did much other things. Asides from the rocky start, he remembered spending the night with close friends Lila and Taria. Mostly catching up and chugging his beers of which caused him stomach aches especially on the motorcycle ride home. One couldn't forget Anya either, asides from Isaac, she was definitely his best friend. He didn't have to pretend when he was around her, nor did she have to him. He didn't expect her to confide anything in him, nor did he expect it in return. Perhaps he'd catch her sometime today, they'd pondered the idea while leaving the Thorpe Villa, but they never specified where and when. Jordan was well aware of the get-together occurring at the community pool, with today so happening to be Anya's shift, but swimming and frolicking around shirtless? That certainly wasn't his preference. He was more of a leather and grease type of guy.
He shook the thought, and rose up from his kneel on the garage floor. Jordan tossed the drill gun behind him and onto the table by Isaac. His eyes were still glued onto the wheels, and chrome of the car, before he spun around and leaned onto the vehicle.
"I don't really think I'm the fearful type. Whatever you and Ellen got going on ought to change though, honestly." Jordan spared a grin, and grabbed at the petrol-stained cloth by Isaac's table before leaning down once more. "What do you say we take her for a spin now? I've been itching to test the horsepower on this thing."
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"all i do is finesse, man."
Cyrus smiled at the phone following Addison's words. Cyrus took a final glance up at the side-view mirror, in the case any dirt, or blemishes were present. Of course there was nothing but his smooth, light chocolate skin. Hmph, that was definitely all Cyrus, and zero part werewolf. Cyrus slapped the door shut behind him and turned his sights onto the Swan estate. God, how had he got something like this going on with Addison Swan? Every moment with the blond seemed like a blessing to him. But hey, it only came with the territory, he figured. He shook his head at the thought, his car's lights blinked behind him as he made his way towards the estate. Due to his taller build and physique, it only took him a couple strides to reach Addison by the door, and at the sight, he definitely wasn't disappointed.
"And you look even better, A." Cyrus chimed at her compliment. Without regard, he took a step back to admire Addison's outfit and ensemble. And then imagined himself taking it all off-- but he'd have to be patient and get through the door at least. Cyrus revealed a bright grin of pearly whites at the note that Addison's parents would be gone for the next two days. "Sleepover?" He thought to himself. Surely his parents wouldn't mind him staying at a "friend's" house post-recovery. Not like they'd care anyways, he was starting to lose the surplus of attention he'd once had following his accident anyways. "'Course." Cyrus took Addison's hand when offered, and followed after her into the home.
Even at just the foyer, Cyrus looked awe-eyed at the abode. "This is all you?" He asked, glancing around at the large space, and expensive furniture that Addison had at her disposal. "You ought to stay right by me then. I don't want to get lost." He let out a short chuckle as he spoke. Cy wasn't one to overstep and start heading in separate directions in someone else's home, nor would he expect that from someone else. Instead, he'd let Addison lead him to where they could relax.
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"Pfff, I ramble." Isaac brushed off Jordan's comment about small talk and Isaac not being able to partake in such an activity as he is what people generally view as a rambler. Of course, Isaac allowed himself to ramble and be weird around people he considered his friends, which, for a loner like him, had been a surprisingly large number.
Jordan got back to doing something on one of the wheels of the car, and Isaac observed, trying to figure out what it was that Jordan had been working on, obviously not being very successful in doing so. It certainly had something to do with the car's wheels, but even though things like physics or advanced calculus were basically a piece of cake for Isaac, he had absolutely no idea what the hell Jordan had been doing on the cars in his garage half of the time the two would hang out, and even when he had some idea, it usually turned out to be remarkably wrong, which made for some pretty hilarious anecdotes and internal jokes between the two boys. Even though Isaac would never say it, just because the two didn't have that kind of friendship dynamic, he did genuinely see a very close friend in Jordan, and it meant a lot to Isaac to have somebody like Jordan in his life.
"And what about you, Grease Boy? What are you afraid of?" Isaac asked once the mechanical whirring and buzzing of the drill stopped. Needless to say, Jordan's answer hadn't been a surprising one to Isaac. Jordan seemed like the type of person who generally wasn't afraid of much, and that wasn't just coming from his tough appearance, but more from the type of person Isaac had known him to be. If Jordan was a fruit, he would be watermelon—a hard but intriguing exterior with a sweet interior that some people are simply allergic to.
"Well, you know I never say no to a ride, but, of course, only if there is something in it for me. A drive-through, perhaps?"[/div][/div]
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The butterflies returned, her face was radiant, pale, beautiful as ever, excitement was on point the very second their fingers intertwined. If Addie was excited before, not it was leaking out from every pore. The combination of everything. Beginning of the senior year, last day of summer, empty house…Cyrus. She smirked over his compliment which was her way of saying thank you. And he knew. After all this time they spent together, he must have.
It was almost funny, seeing him in awe. After all, he was a rich kid from Beacon Hills as well. And the Swan house, it was something her parents put together in years. Having a dad in the real estate business had its perks. And Addie had to admit that her mother had a pretty good taste when it came to decorating so yeah, people usually took their time to collect their jaws from the marble floor of the spacious hall.
But the blonde led her date even further. “Yeah, all me.” she grinned as she turned around, walking backwards for a while. Her eyes had this mischievous shimmer over the double meaning of her statement. “Would you care for a drink? Since we’re…celebrating…” she suggested when they were walking through the living room. Without waiting for the answer, she simply stopped to grab a bottle of Scotch from the liquor station and pour two glasses, pressing one in his hand. “And don’t worry, I ain’t going anywhere.” Her tone was now a mixture of whisper and growl when she came closer. “Though you never answered my question why I didn’t see you most of the summer.”
The question ceased to be important the very second his cologne hit her nose. This time, it was just him, plus the natural smell of his skin which she perceived so much more now. With that tickling her nose and the excitement tingling all over her body, her lips found his immediately though the soft kiss was just a taste of what was to come. Being in a pretty playful mood, she downed her glass at once. “Come on.”
With yet another half-smirk of hers, the one that she wore so well, Addie led Cy up the stairs right to her room. She might have been a bit more thirsty than usual but there were only two of them. Last night at the party, she had to use all her energy not to jump him in public. After all, she was the Queen, she had a reputation to uphold. But here, at her own home, hidden behind the walls of the Swan Estate, she could be whoever she chose to be and right now, her desire got the better of her.
The very second the door of her room closed, Addie went straight for another kiss but this time, she was not holding back. The words weren’t necessary anymore. Her lips crushed against his, sharing that smooth aftertaste of the Scotch and everything else ceased to exist as somehow, Addie was already elsewhere. Cyrus felt safe and when with him, Addie could always get lost and knew he would pull her back. And yet those were thoughts she never knew she’d have.
It was almost funny, seeing him in awe. After all, he was a rich kid from Beacon Hills as well. And the Swan house, it was something her parents put together in years. Having a dad in the real estate business had its perks. And Addie had to admit that her mother had a pretty good taste when it came to decorating so yeah, people usually took their time to collect their jaws from the marble floor of the spacious hall.
But the blonde led her date even further. “Yeah, all me.” she grinned as she turned around, walking backwards for a while. Her eyes had this mischievous shimmer over the double meaning of her statement. “Would you care for a drink? Since we’re…celebrating…” she suggested when they were walking through the living room. Without waiting for the answer, she simply stopped to grab a bottle of Scotch from the liquor station and pour two glasses, pressing one in his hand. “And don’t worry, I ain’t going anywhere.” Her tone was now a mixture of whisper and growl when she came closer. “Though you never answered my question why I didn’t see you most of the summer.”
The question ceased to be important the very second his cologne hit her nose. This time, it was just him, plus the natural smell of his skin which she perceived so much more now. With that tickling her nose and the excitement tingling all over her body, her lips found his immediately though the soft kiss was just a taste of what was to come. Being in a pretty playful mood, she downed her glass at once. “Come on.”
With yet another half-smirk of hers, the one that she wore so well, Addie led Cy up the stairs right to her room. She might have been a bit more thirsty than usual but there were only two of them. Last night at the party, she had to use all her energy not to jump him in public. After all, she was the Queen, she had a reputation to uphold. But here, at her own home, hidden behind the walls of the Swan Estate, she could be whoever she chose to be and right now, her desire got the better of her.
The very second the door of her room closed, Addie went straight for another kiss but this time, she was not holding back. The words weren’t necessary anymore. Her lips crushed against his, sharing that smooth aftertaste of the Scotch and everything else ceased to exist as somehow, Addie was already elsewhere. Cyrus felt safe and when with him, Addie could always get lost and knew he would pull her back. And yet those were thoughts she never knew she’d have.
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-- the lost king --
- [ TARIA ACKAN. ]
by @leviathan.
_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
Clover Lexington
LOCATION: the Lexington Mansion (heading out to Simon's house) || OUTFIT: click! || TAGS: Simon
EddieTeddie
EddieTeddie
The morning was…something else. After two months spent outside of Beacon Hills and with a minimum amount of fun, parties and alcohol, last night’s party and shots with Mariana caused a humongous hangover to Clover. When she lifted her head from the pillow and one small sun ray, which pierced its way through the blinders, tickled her eyes, she thought she was going blind. “Bloody hell.” she muttered and tried to bury herself under the blanket though there was no way she would sleep now.
Clover threw the comforter away and got out of the bed with some lady vocab on her lips. Stumbling to the bathroom felt like years but the ice-cold water on her face was more refreshing than ever. And then she noticed her face. Yeah, that’s what you get when you don’t remove the smokey eyes in the evening. “I look like a fucking panda.” she concluded, shaking her head.
Father was gone. Surprise surprise. But he let the twins some money to carry them through the next few days. God only knew when the esteemed Duke would be back. Though he hired a help to cook for his kids. At least something. The woman was smart enough to understand what kind of state these two would be in once the morning comes so she prepared a nutritious breakfast, topped with the plate of bacon. As if Clover would ever touch that. If there was something she hated, it was greasy food. And anyway, just the idea of food was making her sick.
Plus her brother was exceptionally stupid this morning. How could he be so cheerful? He was hungover too. And yet, the asshat started to munch on that bacon and scream. Okay, he might not be screaming but it definitely sounded like that in Clover’s head. Something for hangover? She somehow doubted that their ancestors would provide a spell for that. But it couldn’t hurt to look anyway. Though she didn’t say that out loud, not in front of AJ.
“Yo, Clover. Some people are going to hang out at the pool today. You coming?” he asked but Clover just shook her head. “Maybe later.” she uttered but knew that the pool was so not happening for her today. She would love to but not like this.
Once AJ was finally gone, Clover finished two cups of strong black coffee and actually forced herself to eat two or three slices of the bacon. Ew, gross. But maybe she was just imagining it or something, but it made her feel a bit better. Now, what to do? She could still clean up…pfff, yeah, as if!
The idea crept upon her and a wide cheeky grin appeared on her face. Of course, there was only one person she wanted to see today. And he was not at the pool. ‘Hey, I’ll be at your house in 20…’ she texted Simon. Since he didn’t come to the party last night, staying sick a t home, Clover decided it was about the highest time to finally get the gossip channel going here. She needed to hear everything that happened in Beacon Hills during the summer. People at the pool could give her some bits and pieces for sure. But why would she settle for that if she could go directly to the source? Plus Simon was love, one of the best friends she had here, maybe even the bestest. Not seeing him for such a long time, not hanging out, just chat occasionally, that was the real pain.
And truly, it didn’t take the brunette long to put some outfit together and twenty minutes later, she was ringing the bell of the Ryswold House, bag full of snacks and a few wine coolers. Was she a real friend or what?
Clover threw the comforter away and got out of the bed with some lady vocab on her lips. Stumbling to the bathroom felt like years but the ice-cold water on her face was more refreshing than ever. And then she noticed her face. Yeah, that’s what you get when you don’t remove the smokey eyes in the evening. “I look like a fucking panda.” she concluded, shaking her head.
Father was gone. Surprise surprise. But he let the twins some money to carry them through the next few days. God only knew when the esteemed Duke would be back. Though he hired a help to cook for his kids. At least something. The woman was smart enough to understand what kind of state these two would be in once the morning comes so she prepared a nutritious breakfast, topped with the plate of bacon. As if Clover would ever touch that. If there was something she hated, it was greasy food. And anyway, just the idea of food was making her sick.
Plus her brother was exceptionally stupid this morning. How could he be so cheerful? He was hungover too. And yet, the asshat started to munch on that bacon and scream. Okay, he might not be screaming but it definitely sounded like that in Clover’s head. Something for hangover? She somehow doubted that their ancestors would provide a spell for that. But it couldn’t hurt to look anyway. Though she didn’t say that out loud, not in front of AJ.
“Yo, Clover. Some people are going to hang out at the pool today. You coming?” he asked but Clover just shook her head. “Maybe later.” she uttered but knew that the pool was so not happening for her today. She would love to but not like this.
Once AJ was finally gone, Clover finished two cups of strong black coffee and actually forced herself to eat two or three slices of the bacon. Ew, gross. But maybe she was just imagining it or something, but it made her feel a bit better. Now, what to do? She could still clean up…pfff, yeah, as if!
The idea crept upon her and a wide cheeky grin appeared on her face. Of course, there was only one person she wanted to see today. And he was not at the pool. ‘Hey, I’ll be at your house in 20…’ she texted Simon. Since he didn’t come to the party last night, staying sick a t home, Clover decided it was about the highest time to finally get the gossip channel going here. She needed to hear everything that happened in Beacon Hills during the summer. People at the pool could give her some bits and pieces for sure. But why would she settle for that if she could go directly to the source? Plus Simon was love, one of the best friends she had here, maybe even the bestest. Not seeing him for such a long time, not hanging out, just chat occasionally, that was the real pain.
And truly, it didn’t take the brunette long to put some outfit together and twenty minutes later, she was ringing the bell of the Ryswold House, bag full of snacks and a few wine coolers. Was she a real friend or what?
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fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
The back to school party had been an odd one for Aubrey. Whether it was because of continued training with his grandpa, he was unaware, but everywhere he went he could smell the supernatural. Perhaps he'd mistaken the stench of beer and alcohol instead, that's what Aubrey figured, but it seemed there were multiple persons of inhuman origin present at even that one party. He would've confided in his gramps if it wasn't for having Kennith over-- who also smelled distinctly different than human. What did this mean, Aubrey didn't know. But at school returning very soon, Aubrey had plans to visit the school library in efforts of rediscovering the town's supernatural roots... and perhaps look into who, and what exactly resided in Beacon Hills.
The time spent swimming at the party was definitely not enough to enjoy himself either. All while leaving Aubrey had felt guilty having to split his time spent between his crush, and his buds. He overall got to enjoy his friends a lot, and embarrass himself in front of Khadijah even more, but he hated the fact that he couldn't go 100% for both at once. Perhaps once school returned and he had the whole day to scour the halls, and skip class with his buds he'd offer more of a thrill than groaning over cramps in the pool (from one too many pizza slices. Curses, Kennith!). He remembered himself blushing up over at Kiki, and berating Kennith in the car for the unfortunate course of events.
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"Yo, Kenny. This is to our last sleepover of tha' summer!" Aubrey called from his place on the diving board. He looked over at Kennith in the water, and then a mischievous glance at the life-guard on duty, none other than his new friend, Clarissa. He winked, and jumped once on the board. Once more, before hurling his body forwards and up into the air. Aubrey's locs flapped, and whipped wildly in the air, his legs kicking up above his head as his entire body twirled forwards. Slap! Aubrey groaned at the landing. His back had landed flat against the water, and a burning sensation spread across his lower back and shoulders. Aubrey's body quickly submerged under the water, before rising slowly once again, this time floating on his belly.
"Ow..." He whined, though he was still subconsciously scanning for any new bodies arriving at the community pool. It was definitely a good kick-back to just relax into the end of summer, but it seemed people had lost grasp on the word "punctual."
The time spent swimming at the party was definitely not enough to enjoy himself either. All while leaving Aubrey had felt guilty having to split his time spent between his crush, and his buds. He overall got to enjoy his friends a lot, and embarrass himself in front of Khadijah even more, but he hated the fact that he couldn't go 100% for both at once. Perhaps once school returned and he had the whole day to scour the halls, and skip class with his buds he'd offer more of a thrill than groaning over cramps in the pool (from one too many pizza slices. Curses, Kennith!). He remembered himself blushing up over at Kiki, and berating Kennith in the car for the unfortunate course of events.
****
"Yo, Kenny. This is to our last sleepover of tha' summer!" Aubrey called from his place on the diving board. He looked over at Kennith in the water, and then a mischievous glance at the life-guard on duty, none other than his new friend, Clarissa. He winked, and jumped once on the board. Once more, before hurling his body forwards and up into the air. Aubrey's locs flapped, and whipped wildly in the air, his legs kicking up above his head as his entire body twirled forwards. Slap! Aubrey groaned at the landing. His back had landed flat against the water, and a burning sensation spread across his lower back and shoulders. Aubrey's body quickly submerged under the water, before rising slowly once again, this time floating on his belly.
"Ow..." He whined, though he was still subconsciously scanning for any new bodies arriving at the community pool. It was definitely a good kick-back to just relax into the end of summer, but it seemed people had lost grasp on the word "punctual."
location
beacon hills rec centre, pool
mood
in pain, excited, chill
outfit
xoxo
tags
kennith
Kitsune2202
, clarissa
_gallifrog_
khadijah (mention)
rakshasa
, others at the pool coded by natasha.
EddieTeddie
Junior Member
Simon
code by yousmelldead
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
Jordan let out a sigh, and brushed his hair back. He'd lied to Isaac- not purposefully, but he had. "What are you afraid of?" had been the question, to which Jordan replied with-- well, nothing. Like he usually did. He was a tough-shelled introvert with issues he liked the sweep under the rug and never speak about. In spite of somehow being inclined to tell the truth to Isaac, it wasn't like the loner had much anyone else to tell it to, Jordan hadn't told the truth this time. He was scared of a lot in all actuality. Not the usual fear of spiders, or small spaces. He didn't concern himself with physical fears, mental barriers passed down from person to person, and something people laughed and bonded over. No. Jordan feared the truth of his mother's disappearance, the case that had gone cold. He feared what'd actually happened. Jordan was afraid of what it'd done to his far, and though the Sheriff displayed his own level of hollowness since his mother's disappearance, he was scared of what sort of things had changed within his father. Jordan feared never reconciling with his father, and at the moment, he feared another moment silent and in thought.
Thankfully, for someone so socially awkward there was never a dull moment with Isaac Perch. Flashing a smirk, Jordan nodded at Isaac's words. "'Course you want something. If we see something before the outer roads, then sure." Jordan took a couple steps past Isaac and got a key from the rack. With a click at the button, the lights of the car illuminated, and the usual unlocking sound echoed in the garage. Finally, Jordan moved back towards the table Isaac had been on, and past his tools and gadgets, grabbed at a ziploc bag of weed, rolling paper, and a lighter, before turning back to the car. Now in the front seat, Jordan had his blunt ingredients placed softly on his lap and under his seat belt, along with his left hand clasped tightly over the wheel, and eyes on the road like any stellar driver. The car revved for a moment, mostly out of Jordan just checking it's engine and acceleration before taking off onto the streets and out of the neighborhood.
"Hey, I'm not trying to be weird but could you, err.." Jordan glanced downwards at the lower portion of his jumpsuit where the weed, paper, and lighter were, before looking over at Isaac. "On another note, where specifically would you want to dine then?" Jordan himself wasn't awfully picky about his food, or spending his money on his friends. He didn't have much to spend money on anyways, so he wouldn't loose too much buying Isaac something. Plus Isaac was like a little brother to him, and honestly an anchor, so in his own little way this was him paying off a debt to Isaac, little by little, even if he wasn't aware.
Thankfully, for someone so socially awkward there was never a dull moment with Isaac Perch. Flashing a smirk, Jordan nodded at Isaac's words. "'Course you want something. If we see something before the outer roads, then sure." Jordan took a couple steps past Isaac and got a key from the rack. With a click at the button, the lights of the car illuminated, and the usual unlocking sound echoed in the garage. Finally, Jordan moved back towards the table Isaac had been on, and past his tools and gadgets, grabbed at a ziploc bag of weed, rolling paper, and a lighter, before turning back to the car. Now in the front seat, Jordan had his blunt ingredients placed softly on his lap and under his seat belt, along with his left hand clasped tightly over the wheel, and eyes on the road like any stellar driver. The car revved for a moment, mostly out of Jordan just checking it's engine and acceleration before taking off onto the streets and out of the neighborhood.
"Hey, I'm not trying to be weird but could you, err.." Jordan glanced downwards at the lower portion of his jumpsuit where the weed, paper, and lighter were, before looking over at Isaac. "On another note, where specifically would you want to dine then?" Jordan himself wasn't awfully picky about his food, or spending his money on his friends. He didn't have much to spend money on anyways, so he wouldn't loose too much buying Isaac something. Plus Isaac was like a little brother to him, and honestly an anchor, so in his own little way this was him paying off a debt to Isaac, little by little, even if he wasn't aware.
coded by natasha.
_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
Anya 'Artemis' Taylor
The day was shaping up to be a scorcher so Anya took the longer route to the pool, speeding along one of the winding trails through the forest, just enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing past her, the sun on her face and the beautiful views alongside her. She merged onto the main road, heading towards the pool and was about to turn left when she saw a very familiar car- Jordan's pride and joy. She'd seen him work on it many times when they were hanging out and knew it was an absaloute beauty, inside and out. He'd put his heart and soul into the car and it had damn well payed off.
The other passenger was Isaac, one of the few she'd consider a friend. They'd bonded over being loners and a mutual love of photography. He was like Jordan's younger brother in a way. She pulled up beside them, calling over with a smile, raining a hand in greeting. "She's looking damn good Jordan." It wasn't her way to compliment how people looked, and in her mind the car had faaar more style than they did.
She pulled up outside the staff entrance to the pool a few minutes later. Normally she'd simply park her bike in any old slot out front, but as she'd arrived, so had Mariana and a bunch of others. Mari was one of the few who knew what Anya was, just as Anya knew exactly what she was. They'd been icy with each other from day one and things hadn't improved from day one. Neither had spoken to the other, their relationship consisting of glares. She had no intention to start talking to the other girl now.
She'd been at her post for a good ten minutes when somebody else she knew turned up, Aubrey from last night and judging by that wink he damn well recognised her. She was aware of Kennith in the water, it was her job to be after all. She let out an audible groan when Aubrey launched himself off the board, she could already see that this jump was doomed for failure.
He back-flopped with a tremendous splash drawing winces and exclamations of "ouch that's gotta hurt" from the pool goers near her that had witnessed the spectacle. She made her way to the edge of the pool near Aubrey, crouching down at the edge so he could hear her properly. "Not exactly how I thought I'd see you again Aubrey. Take it from one who knows, that is not how to do a flip dive combo. You need to launch yourself higher up once you leave the board in order to have the proper time to flip and land in a way that won't break your back. Good news though, if you do break your back and start drowning I'll pull you out." Her tone was authoritative, but there was no mistaking the amusement in her voice. She knew what she was talking about when it came to both performing flips from diving boards and the dangers associated with doing it wrong.
The other passenger was Isaac, one of the few she'd consider a friend. They'd bonded over being loners and a mutual love of photography. He was like Jordan's younger brother in a way. She pulled up beside them, calling over with a smile, raining a hand in greeting. "She's looking damn good Jordan." It wasn't her way to compliment how people looked, and in her mind the car had faaar more style than they did.
She pulled up outside the staff entrance to the pool a few minutes later. Normally she'd simply park her bike in any old slot out front, but as she'd arrived, so had Mariana and a bunch of others. Mari was one of the few who knew what Anya was, just as Anya knew exactly what she was. They'd been icy with each other from day one and things hadn't improved from day one. Neither had spoken to the other, their relationship consisting of glares. She had no intention to start talking to the other girl now.
She'd been at her post for a good ten minutes when somebody else she knew turned up, Aubrey from last night and judging by that wink he damn well recognised her. She was aware of Kennith in the water, it was her job to be after all. She let out an audible groan when Aubrey launched himself off the board, she could already see that this jump was doomed for failure.
He back-flopped with a tremendous splash drawing winces and exclamations of "ouch that's gotta hurt" from the pool goers near her that had witnessed the spectacle. She made her way to the edge of the pool near Aubrey, crouching down at the edge so he could hear her properly. "Not exactly how I thought I'd see you again Aubrey. Take it from one who knows, that is not how to do a flip dive combo. You need to launch yourself higher up once you leave the board in order to have the proper time to flip and land in a way that won't break your back. Good news though, if you do break your back and start drowning I'll pull you out." Her tone was authoritative, but there was no mistaking the amusement in her voice. She knew what she was talking about when it came to both performing flips from diving boards and the dangers associated with doing it wrong.
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mogy
your mom's friend
Pushing himself off of the table, landing on the floor with both feet, it hadn't been long before Isaac had been safely sitting inside of the car Jordan had been fixing up just a few minutes prior, and it was safe to say that he had not been at all worried about the car falling apart. Even though Jordan hadn't had any kind of a degree or whatever one can get when it comes to fixing cars, he had repaired so many cars, wheels, and whatnots in Isaac's presence that in Isaac's book, he was the official mechanic of Beacon Hills, no matter what anybody else said.
Sitting in the car itself felt genuinely comfortable. The seats were just firm enough, and Isaac actually preferred the oldfashioned look of the car's interior over the interiors of today's cars. There was just something about the simplicity and the reminder which took one back in time, into a scene of a movie where they were the main character, looking out the window, reminiscing of the times past, of the mistakes made. Isaac really liked that.
"Jordan, I actually have standards, but I'm sure there is a girl desperate enough somewhere in this town." Isaac joked, not really caring if the joke itself had been a tad bit more inappropriate or hurtful than other jokes between the two boys. At the end of the day, both of them were guys, and teenagers at that, so this was basically normal. Ironically, around that time was when a familiar voice could be heard. Anya's.
The encounter with the dark-haired girl was pretty brief, seeing they were waiting for the traffic light to turn green before they went their separate ways, and Isaac hadn't said a word to his friend but had offered a friendly wave instead. It was obvious that the girl was headed towards the community pool, knowing that there was some kind of an unofficial gathering between the Beacon Hills teenagers, and also being aware of the fact that Anya worked there.
"Uh, I don't care, as long as it has burgers and fries," Isaac said once the light turned green, answering the question Jordan asked before the two saw Anya. "I'll google."
Soon after, the suburban houses and small businesses were gradually replaced by trees and greenery as the two boys slowly made their way out of the town. As the road became less and less crowded, the speed of the vehicle continued to increase steadily.
"Uh, it says that there is some kind of restaurant like 15 miles away from here," Isaac spoke, looking up from his phone to the window on his side. He usually got car sick if he didn't do so every few seconds, and naturally, the black-haired boy looked through the windshield only to find himself with the horrific scene of a man standing in the middle of the road barely 20 feet away from the car. There was no way the vehicle was going to stop at the velocity it was going at.
"Jordan! STOP!" Isaac yelled suddenly, hopelessly, hiding the unfortunate view by covering his head with his arms, anticipating the impact, the thud.
Sitting in the car itself felt genuinely comfortable. The seats were just firm enough, and Isaac actually preferred the oldfashioned look of the car's interior over the interiors of today's cars. There was just something about the simplicity and the reminder which took one back in time, into a scene of a movie where they were the main character, looking out the window, reminiscing of the times past, of the mistakes made. Isaac really liked that.
"Jordan, I actually have standards, but I'm sure there is a girl desperate enough somewhere in this town." Isaac joked, not really caring if the joke itself had been a tad bit more inappropriate or hurtful than other jokes between the two boys. At the end of the day, both of them were guys, and teenagers at that, so this was basically normal. Ironically, around that time was when a familiar voice could be heard. Anya's.
The encounter with the dark-haired girl was pretty brief, seeing they were waiting for the traffic light to turn green before they went their separate ways, and Isaac hadn't said a word to his friend but had offered a friendly wave instead. It was obvious that the girl was headed towards the community pool, knowing that there was some kind of an unofficial gathering between the Beacon Hills teenagers, and also being aware of the fact that Anya worked there.
"Uh, I don't care, as long as it has burgers and fries," Isaac said once the light turned green, answering the question Jordan asked before the two saw Anya. "I'll google."
Soon after, the suburban houses and small businesses were gradually replaced by trees and greenery as the two boys slowly made their way out of the town. As the road became less and less crowded, the speed of the vehicle continued to increase steadily.
"Uh, it says that there is some kind of restaurant like 15 miles away from here," Isaac spoke, looking up from his phone to the window on his side. He usually got car sick if he didn't do so every few seconds, and naturally, the black-haired boy looked through the windshield only to find himself with the horrific scene of a man standing in the middle of the road barely 20 feet away from the car. There was no way the vehicle was going to stop at the velocity it was going at.
"Jordan! STOP!" Isaac yelled suddenly, hopelessly, hiding the unfortunate view by covering his head with his arms, anticipating the impact, the thud.
LOCATON: the roads of beacon hills.
TAGS:
fin
(jordan),
_gallifrog_
(anya).
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"all i do is finesse, man."
Cyrus smirked, and nodded at the offer. He certainly wasn't stingy with alcohol, and in his time with Addison he'd learned that her family never missed when it came to their hard drinks. There hadn't been one thing she'd offered him that didn't hit just right. Cyrus clasped the glass in one hand, eyes beaming over at her. Some would say it was awfully early to drink, but Cyrus was one for a good party and Addison definitely wasn't a stranger to drinks throughout the day either. "...To celebrating." With that, he knocked his glass softly against Addison's and downed the contents of his glass in one fell swoop. The buzz kicked in almost immediately. Cyrus was tempted to jump at Addison in that moment, to place her on the island table-- maybe take her to the sitting room sofas? No, if anything Addison would instigate it. It was her home, and as much as he wanted to get down already, he wouldn't overstep.
"That's a story for another day, no?" Cyrus whispered back by his place on an island chair. He could feel Addison's cheek brush against his in just how close she'd came to him for the whisper, but for a moment he was nerved to even respond. Weeks in the hospital, the werewolf bite, feeling that some part of his memory had been stripped from him-- it wasn't something he necessarily enjoyed explaining, nor did he want Addison to see him any different. Star quarterback with loads of money in his bank account? That was all he was in Beacon Hills, and he hoped to keep it that way.
Addison's kiss woke him up though. A soft peck on the lips, and words to show just how playful a mood she was in. It immediately enticed him. Cyrus found his fingers interwoven with Addison's, and as she moved further into the house, he left the chair and followed after her. As they ascended the stairs Cyrus couldn't help but admire Addison's figure from his place behind her, the way her hair bounced from side to side, the smell of her perfume... "Soon," he thought to himself as they continued up the stairs.
Cyrus piqued a brow at where he found himself. A bedroom-- Addison's bedroom. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. Cyrus turned to shut the door behind him, and turned to speak as he did so. "Didn't think we'd be so qui-..." His words were quickly cut off by the presence of Addison's lips against his. Immediately his eyes relaxed, breathing slowed as he returned the kiss just as fiercely as Addison had began. Addison was the one girl Cyrus yearned for, that he had to work for. He simply wouldn't play when she offered herself to him. Through the kiss, Cyrus guided Addison deeper into the room, but his hands focused on the zipper of his jacket. His fingers fumbled, and bounced around until he was able to clasp the metal and remove his top.
Soon he'd be skin to skin with Addison.
location
swan estate, addison's room
mood
energized, freaky
outfit
xoxo, shirtless
tags
addison swan,
_amaranth_
coded by natasha.
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