Realistic or Modern — 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 (ic)

[cadence]

joey could remember the first time he was slapped.

he was five years old, bright crayola markers in each of his hands as he scribbled on the dusty pink walls of their trailer. his dad was in the living room watching the sunday game; he knew because he always yelled louder than the tv when he was watching football. joey never knew why he always watched the game when it made him so angry but he learned to be thankful for those rare moments of peace. when he was yelling at glass instead of him or his mom for once.

his mom was the first once to see his drawings on the wall; drawings of his whole family standing under an out-of-order rainbow. she smiled, at first. she told him it was such a good drawing but that he should use paper next time. he could remember crying when she left to get a rag, wiping away his picture that he worked so proud of. his crying must have interrupted the game because his dad walked in next, already angry at him for crying but even angrier when he saw the half-erased drawing on the wall. he grabbed his wrist and pried the markers from his hands, slapping him on the cheek with all his might.

it was the first slap of hundreds. he got used to it after a while. he learned to duck away when his dad raised his fist; to protect his face. he was used to it. joey, however, was not expecting nina to slap him. he sees her hand in the air before he can move away; all he can do is flinch. her slap is nothing compared to what he's used to but it hurts nonetheless. he brings a hand to his cheek immediately, cringing at how it already feels hot to touch. the way it burns and stings in the way he's used to.

he knows he went too far. he knows he deserved the slap. but then nina is speaking again and she slams into his shoulder and joey is pissed. "what the fuck?" he shouts, his voice shaky as though he'd been crying even though he hadn't. he threw his empty cup in the sand and began to follow her, determined to finish the fight she had started.

he managed to walk a couple of feet before someone's hand was on his chest, stopping him in his place. "bad idea, bro," said the voice joey recognized as some snob from his second period class. he doesn't argue, though. nina's not worth the fight, he tells himself. he grabs the hand by the wrist before shoving it away from him, running a frustrated hand through his hair before ultimately turning on his heels, taking a seat on the driftwood log beside Skylar.

"stop staring," is all he says to him, almost pleading. he can see the way skylar is looking at him, demanding some sort of explanation. he didn't have a reasonable excuse and he sure as hell didn't want to talk about his feelings. he and skylar had never had one deep conversation between them and joey liked it that way. he exhales, the feeling of guilt and regret and anger all crashing into him at once. he buries his head into his hands, his blunt still pressed between two fingers and his thumb unconsciously rubbing against the handprint-shaped mark on his cheek. he rubs his eyes, already tired of this goddamn night.

JOEY MORRISON

location: the graveyard
interactions: skylar Kidzait

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Chimney Swift]

Birds of a feather flock together

Max Berkowitz

° Location: The Graveyard
° Mentions: Joey, Sky, Nina, Ana
° Interacts: Violet Lizy

Outfit ◇ Bicycle

It all happened in a fraction of a second that Max happened to risk a look back up at the other group. The slap, which seemed to come out of nowhere, turning heads on all sides of the bonfire huddle. Whatever Nina said when she leaned back in to Joey's face one final time before running off, it must have been goddamn Shakespearean. The drama was tangible in all directions, all of which, as the situation scattered, Sky punctuated with an awkward wink in Max's direction (Yikes, he'd been caught).

As Nina fled the scene, Ana excused herself and ran after, leaving Max and Violet alone together, both in their own separate stages of trying to process what on god's green earth just happened..

"That was crazy," Violet signed, as if it needed reiterating.
"No kidding." Max responded, dumbstruck.

It was an awkward moment. Intensely.

Violet had started snapping pictures, which Max initially wanted to take as an easy opportunity to duck out before he died of social anxiety. But for some reason, some stupid reason, he stayed. And eventually, she turned back to him to breathe some more life into their flimsy attempt at a social interaction.

"Have you been to a party before? One of these crazy parties, I mean," She seemed unsure of herself, which was paradoxically reassuring. At least they had that to share.

"Me? Oh no. No, no no no no. I wasn't even going to come to this one, but... Ashley..." he paused, circling his hand in the air before continuing, "I mean, when do I ever leave the house? To draw plants." As if on cue, he pulled his sketchbook from his bag and opened to a random page, riddled with sketches of local flora. "This is what I do. I don't do parties. All these people, all at once? Terrifying. I know." He laughed in self deprecating mirth, then shook his head, taking a quick glance down to catch his breath before turning back to Violet. "I take it... you don't do too many of these parties either." Was that insulting? He hoped it didn't sound insulting, because he really couldn't think of a better way to phrase his observations right now, and it was the only thread their conversation was hanging by.

ASL was frank, would probably be the best way to put it. Rarely in sign do you find yourself beating around the bush or mincing your words. Signing in communication with hearing people adds in the nuances and difficulties of that culture. Now he had to be careful of what people would be reading between the lines of, when all that he meant was exactly what he'd laid out. Again, one of the multitude of reasons why Max was neither outgoing nor incredibly popular. It was the way of it, and by osmosis he was slowly picking up some more know-how on the way the world worked, but he wasn't at all ignorant of the fact that it was hard. Harder for him than it was for most people, and sometimes it just plain sucked. But at least, with Violet by his side, he could be reasonably sure that parties sucked equally for the both of them.

code by @fudgecakez

 

[ALittleRedLie]

Nina Pelletier

Nina could've handled that situation a lot better. Did she have to hit him? Physical defense was kind of second nature for her, it was what got her suspended from her previous school, but it did get Sabrina to stop talking about her. And it was almost a reflex and it wasn't like Joey was necessarily innocent.

But did she have to hit him? Why was she defending Joseph? She had no reason to feel guilty about what she did, and if Joseph didn't want to be hit, he shouldn't have said what he said. He crossed a line that Nina was sure was automatically laid down.

So, yes, she did have to hit him.

It took her a few moments to slightly pull herself together when she noticed that her actions did cause for her to becoming center of attention again, and that wasn't something she liked. She had already dealt with her nudes being leaked before in Montreal and everything was going well in Rotherham's. It was going great until someone posted up a few flyers of her body around school, but with no face or tattoos, she was so sure that no one would recognize it. Ashley did, but she trusted Ashley and her friend helped her go through the situation with a level head, mostly ignoring it until it blew over. And Nina thought it did. So how could Joey know? Unless he did it. But before the thought could fully settle, Nina is startled by a soft spoken voice. She looks up to see Ana and a confused look is accompanying the tears on her face. She quickly wipes the tears away, trying not to smudge her eyeliner or mascara. She pushes her knees down so that her legs are crossed and finally looks back up to Ana, nonchalantly replying, "Hi Ana."

The disheveled girl looks back out to the ocean before fully paying attention to the new situation that presented itself in front of her. "What're you doing here? Not to be rude or anything, I appreciate the gesture, but it's not like we're even friends," Nina paused and looked to Ana, shoving her hair away from creating an obstacle to her vision. "I'm pretty sure we don't even like each other."

mood: furious; upset | outfit: XX | locations: graveyard | mentions: Joey ; Ashley| interactions: Ana illegallyblonde ​

 

[illegallyblonde]

STATUS. supportive
LOCATION. the graveyard
INTERACTIONS. nina ALittleRedLie
MENTIONS. joey
OUTFIT. here

✦ ANA BELMONTE ✦​

the waves clashing into each other made it difficult to understand what nina was saying, but ana could make out a return of her greeting.
“hi, ana.”
ana frowned a bit by the tone of her voice. it was hard to tell if she was okay by her monotonous words. ana decided to come closer- the rushing water combined with the darkness made it hard to read her lips. ana strode up until she was right beside nina. she crossed her arms deliberately over her chest to keep warm. it was cooler and the breeze was stronger near the shore. then, ana hear nina speak up.
“what’re you doing here? not to be rude or anything, i appreciate the gesture, but it’s not like we’re even friends.”
ana thought about this for a bit. sure, they weren’t the greatest of friends, but they certainly didn’t each other in the way ana had witnessed the scene from across the flames. though, ever since the falling out, ana and nina had both found it hard to be very close. they disagreed on a lot of things sure, lie how ana disapproved of her connections with the grungier kids from the other side of rotherham. It wasn’t like they went after each other.
they were aquaintances now- indifferent and unsure of how to build a relationship.
ana decided not to reply, but before she knew it, nina was speaking again into the wide ocean.
“i’m pretty sure we don’t even like each other,” nina continued. ana’s brow furrowed.
“sure i like you,” ana attempted to reassure nina in a rushed manner. in all reality, ana certainly didn’t love nina, but she didn’t necessarily have anything seriously against her.
ana continued on, saying, “it doesn’t matter anyway. point is, we’re both girls. and we girls have to stick help each other out when one is in trouble.”
ana had always firmly believed to stand up for other women in times of need. as a woman herself, ana couldn’t stand by and see another take a blow. she had seen her own mother be dismissed so many times by her father, she couldn’t do the same to a classmate.
ana said quietly, “if it makes you feel any better, i’m sure he deserved it. boys can be such a pain sometimes.” ana knew this all too well.
with that, ana tilted her chin up towards the night sky and blinked up at the stars. rotherham was very much alive at night. whether that be the dusky til dawn parties, all the way up to the sky, littered with a profuse amount of stars. living on an island had many perks, but ana’s favorite was how far away it was from major cities. with cities comes atmospheric pollution and dust particles, which blocked out any stargazing whatsoever.
the sky was alive. ana was alive. and she wanted nina to feel alive too.
how many chances to you get to be so alive in your lifetime before you’re not?

code by fudgecakez

 

[Kidzait]

Skylar Socod

Location: Graveyard, bonfire penumbra
Mood:. . .
Interaction: Joey ( cadence )

Sky looked away for a second and Joey was gone. He looked around frantically, trying to find his friend in the crowd. When he didn't see him right away, Skylar gave up. Joey and Skylar were friends but he would say that they were Friends. They would hang out but Sky wouldn't text him about an emotional problem. They would get high and hang out at the beach, but Skylar didn't trust him enough to give him his address. Come to think of it, Sky didn't really have anyone on the island that fit that description. He couldn't decide if that was depressing or not.

While he pondered his use in social skills, he plopped down in the sand in front of a large, abandoned piece of driftwood a group of tourists were chattering on. Losers, weepers after all. Skylar took another hit from his dwindling joint and threw his elbow on the driftwood he was leaning against. Max had long turned back to his conversation since he caught him and after a quick scan around the crowd proved that everyone else had already forgotten about the altercation that happened a minute before. Teenagers, right?

A few moments later, Joey came sulking back out of the crowd and plopped down on the log he was leaning against. Skylar rolled his head to one side to look Joey in they eye. He kept his mouth shut but spoke volumes with the look he was giving him.
"stop staring," he practically begged him. The look in Joey's eye told him all he needed.
Skylar shrugged and went back to watching the crowd around the fire. Again, they weren't friends like that so he wasn't going to push it.
"Got your eye on anyone tonight?" he asked, nodding his head towards the crowd, "I was thinking about talking to your...friend, but that ship's sailed." Skylar chuckled at his own half joke. The truth was that Skylar was taking what he called a "Involuntary spell of celibacy" since his last girlfriend. He had done and said a few things that caused her to spread a few rumors about him. Since then, he has been keeping his hands to his self. He had a few things to work out in his own head.

 

[Lizy]

violet price.

Violet let out a soft laugh at Max's response and crooked her neck to take a look at his plant drawings. "Seems like a good hobby," she signed. It was always good to have something pleasant to do, if only for just a few moments. For Max it was drawing plants, for her it was photography. It was relaxing, therapeutic almost, for her to step out of a scene and be the one capturing the moment rather than being part of it. She nodded with an eyebrow raised at Max's next statement about all these people being terrifying. Crowds were awful and a drunk crowd was even worse. Partying was truly her least favorite thing to do. Why was she here again? She still had no answer to that question, so she shook her head gently, as if erasing the thought.

Max's next statement, about her not going to many parties either, was met with a brief second of silence. Violet was 99.8% sure that he hadn't meant to be that blunt, but it was. This silence was immediately followed with abrupt laughter. She found it funny really, for someone who was so distant she was incredibly easy to read. "No, no," she started, "Definitely not. I-" She paused a moment, unsure of what she was going to say. "I don't really have enough friends to make this kind of thing fun," she finished with a small smirk on her face. It was somewhat of a harsh statement, but it was also entirely true.

Violet never had too many friends. Even in grade school she was lonely. It was her fault really, she was very selective with people and closed off to most. She'd convinced herself that that was what she wanted... almost. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like if she'd been nicer and opened up to more people. She'd probably be having fun right now. But that was something Violet couldn't even picture. She was who she was, and she had to live with it. She was fine.

location: the graveyard • tags: max ( Chimney Swift ) • outfit: x

 

[cadence]

that was the thing joey liked about sky. they were friends but they weren't friends. he could happily smoke with the other or fish for hours on end with him on his boat and they never once needed to have a single deep conversation between the two of them. he could count on him to have fun; to improve a shitty day without having to actually talk about it like so many of his "friends" demanded. a wave of relief flooded over him when he noticed sky shrug and change the subject, breathing an audible sigh.

he unburied his head from his hands and glanced at sky before scanning the crowd for a pretty face. before the fight - or whatever the hell you would call the events that just transpired - joey might have been in the mood to flirt with someone on the island and try and spend the night with a pretty face. now, however, all he could think about was the stinging on his cheek and nina and how much he fucking hated her. he cleared his throat before taking another drag of his joint, breathing the smoke out as he talked. "nah, i'm... probably gonna go home," he admitted. he'd have to go back to his home which, frankly, sucked, but he could almost prefer it to the embarrassment he felt now. the party was already ruined beyond the point of no return for him.

he stood up at that, slapping him on the shoulder as a farewell. "there's a group of pretty girls near the water," he pointed towards them as he finished off the joint, throwing the butt of it into the fire. "good luck," he spun on his heels to leave but turned back at the last second. "and hey, we should take the boat out tomorrow or something. tony said he saw some pretty good fish out. text me." without waiting for an answer, he turned and left, offering a mock two-finger salute before leaving.

it was times like these he was glad his shithole trailer was so close to the graveyard. fifteen minutes at most and he could be in his bed, hopefully on his way towards sleep. unless nate wanted to stop him, of course. probably question why he didn't come home last night and why he smelled beer on his breath and weed on his clothes as if that wasn't what he expected from him anyway. he sniffed, perhaps to will away the tears that seemed like they would fall. he wouldn't cry in front of people ever, but now that it was just him, nothing was stopping him but sheer will alone. fuck nate. fuck nina. fuck the whole island for proving to be nothing but the worst place in the world time and time again.

before he knew it, he was home, slamming the door to his bedroom and immediately locking it before nate could come in and give him shit. he dove for his bed, burying himself beneath his thick comforters and his head in his pillow and prayed sleep would soon wash over him.

JOEY MORRISON

location: the graveyard
interactions: skylar Kidzait

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Chimney Swift]

Say your goodbyes

Max Berkowitz

° Location: The Graveyard
° Mentions: Joey, Sky, Nina, Ana
° Interacts: Violet Lizy

Outfit ◇ Bicycle

"I don't really have enough friends to make this kind of thing fun," Those words really resonated with Max, on a level so deep it kind of hurt.

Before he met Ashley, he couldn't count the number of times he felt like no one wanted anything to do with him. In truth, he had plenty of friendly acquaintances, but it was him who was too isolated and shy to make anything of it.

Was he just incapable of forming deeper connections, always relying on someone else to pull the weight of the relationship? That was a harrowing thought.

He nodded solemnly, biting into his lower lip and signing only "I get you."

He found himself fidgeting with the pages of his sketchbook, flipping them back and forth as he almost sheepishly kept his eyes on Violet. He'd failed in his original objective coming to this party, but he'd found something valuable nonetheless. He may not have been Violet's closest friend or anything, but here and now they seemed to click. Two introverts at a party neither of them wanted to be at, sat by the bonfire surrounded by tipsy teens and drama.

Suddenly, though, he remembered he'd long out stayed the excuse he'd given his father. How much trouble was he going to be in? And more importantly, how does one end a conversation? This was going to be a disaster.

"Well, it's late... I gotta... head out." His hands became slow and tremored a bit, in a way that was almost synonymous to a stammer in speech. "We should spend more time together? I mean, it was good talking with you. But anyway, it's late, and..."

He never did finish that sentence, clumsily shoving his sketchbook back into his bag and waving goodbye with a shy half-smile, flightily making his way back out through the crowd and to where he'd left his bicycle.

The bike was thankfully intact, but some asshole had stolen his helmet! Who steals a bike helmet? Wondered Max in a mix of confusion, fury and anxiety that he had no emotional energy left to process. Well, at the risk of head trauma, he had to get home somehow.

_______________________________

By the time he made it safely back to the garage beside his house, all the lights were off. His parents must have gone to bed...

Carefully unlocking the door, he made an attempt to quietly make his way back to his room so as not to wake the hearing members of his family. Whether or not he succeeded, he had no idea, but he got back to his room and shut that door without anyone popping up, so that was a good sign.

He laid his bag down by his desk, drawing the window curtains and changing into a set of blue plaid pajamas, throwing himself down on his bed and finding himself struggling to rewind in his head what he'd just experienced. He was still left worrying about Ashley, though he'd been assured that she was fine. Those worries however, remained and followed him into an uneasy sleep, dreaming snippets of the night before mixed with the night just behind playing over and over in his mind, the haunting image of Ashley's fear-filled eyes frozen in his unconscious memory.

Are you afraid to die?

She's fine. This is fine.

code by @fudgecakez

 

[ALittleRedLie]

Nina Pelletier

A soft smile is on Nina's face due to Ana's words. Girl power, right?

Nina always assumed that Ana didn't like her. They were similar when it came to social status and maybe fashion sense, but other than that they were complete opposites. Ana reminded Nina too much of some of the girls back home, so that's why she was a little wary of the girl. But this gesture caused for Nina to let her walls slightly down, her shoulders relaxing and the breath that she didn't know she was holding. " I guess we can watch each other's back for this moment. Hopefully by tomorrow everything will be back to normal," although her words were less than welcoming there was soft smile on Nina's face insinuating a joke. She looks out to the horizon the best she could, watching where the water met the stars. The moonlight caused for streaks of lights to reflect of the ocean and to the space right in front of their feet. When Ana speaks again, Nina watches her face and sees a slight hint of understanding. Nina wants to push a little, see if this weak moment of unity could possibly get her to know more about Ana, but stopped herself. She did not feel like exposing herself or anyone else anymore today.

"He did deserve it," Nina agrees, "but maybe I shouldn't have... I just don't know what the right thing to do was." Nina sighs out, running a hand - with slight difficulty- through her hair. "Joseph's just so fucking frustrating and I guess he just...I just..." Nina had no idea what she was trying to say. Maybe Joey's words still reverberated through her head and it placed her in a place of vulnerability that she shouldn't force Ana to witness. "it's okay. It's all fine," Nina takes a few deep breaths, hands pressing against her cheeks. "I'll just have to take the advice you gave me when we first met. I'll just avoid Joseph." Nina shrugs, beginning to collect her things. She stands up and looks between the party and Ana sitting down in her spot. "Thank you Ana, really. I don't know how the rest of the night would've gone, but I am glad it is with you and not a bottle." A grin is on her face, but it's weak. Nina really didn't know her relationship could possibly change after today and it bothered her, as Nina always planned on the future.

"Goodnight Ana, I'll see you around." With a small wave, Nina turns toward her car and makes her way. She tries her hardest to not be noticed, her eyes slightly grazing over the crowd of humans. Her eyes momentarily landing on Skylar, she sends him an apologetic look when she notices that Joey is no longer sitting next to him. Her eyes quickly look away and proceed to look for Ashley, the search coming up empty. Good thing they lived next to each other, she would just force Ashley to come out with her and look for her phone. Nina did not want to spend another second on that beach.

Nina finally makes it to her car and within minutes she has pulled off and driven to the road that would lead her home. She didn't feel like listening to music so the drive was dreadful, but she wouldn't turn music on; she felt like she didn't deserve to feel joyous. It takes her a while before she pulls in her driveway, she looks up to the huge house hoping that she can see no evidence that her Aunt is up. Viola was usually never one to worry much, but after the day with her parents Nina expected her aunt to be breathing down her neck. The exhausted girl sits in her car for another 10 minutes before dragging herself through the front door, up the stairs, and into her dark room. All Nina could think about was throwing herself into bed and possibly crying.

It was a routine that Nina usually followed, change, put her hair up, brush her teeth and wash her face. But as hr body moved through this familiar steps, her mind kept going over what Joey said. How'd he know they were hers? Even when she had finished everything and laid in bed, that's all that ran through her head. She wasn't going to get any sleep today.

mood: furious; upset | outfit: XX : XX| locations: graveyard ; home| mentions: Joey ; Ashley| interactions: Ana illegallyblonde Skylar Kidzait ​

 

[illegallyblonde]

STATUS. worried
LOCATION. belmonte residence
INTERACTIONS. nina ALittleRedLie
MENTIONS. joey
OUTFIT. here

✦ ANA BELMONTE ✦​

"i guess we can watch each other's back for this moment. hopefully by tomorrow, everything will be back to normal."
“of course. i don’t see why it wouldn’t,” ana assured her nonchalantly.
"joseph's just so fucking frustrating and i guess he just...i just…," nina rambled.
ana completed her sentence, saying, “he’s just not worth it. don’t bother yourself with him. you’re better than that. than him. he's just looking to get a reaction out of you.”
"i'll just have to take the advice you gave me when we first met. i'll just avoid joseph."
ana responded quickly. “yes. you know just as well as i do that the kids from that side of the island are nothing but trouble. girls like us shouldn’t...associate ourselves with them.”
she briefly heard a thanks from nina and smiled a little, and before she knew it, nina was bidding her goodbye.
"goodnight ana, i'll see you around."
nina was already halfway up the shore, but ana muttered inaudibly, “goodnight.”

with those final words to close off her not-so-eventful night, ana slid her phone up from her back pocket to check the time.
10:30.
ana groaned and speed-walked up to the rocky hill, kicking up small plumes of sand behind her. she came to the car park and waved to mr. harris. from across the parking lot. ana could see the shadow of his lanky figure with his legs up on the dashboard and his fiddler cap pulled down over his eyes. ana rolled her eyes impatiently, waving a bit crazily, with her hands flailed up over her head. how embarrassing.

mr. harris finally saw her signal and jolted up in his seat, starting up the sleek black car ad pulling it up in front of her. ana stepped inside, and off they went, perhaps a bit over the speed limit. mr. harris spoke abruptly.
“my apologies, ms. belmonte. i didn’t realize how late it was.”
ana responded with a rushed tone, “it’s okay. just hurry, please.”
“of course, miss.”

many strange things had happened tonight. if ana hadn’t been so filled to the brim with anxiety and dread, she perhaps would have pondered moreover these three things.
one: how she had kindled a friendship with nina, despite having very different personalities.
more oddly, two: max’s suspicions of ashley’s sadness.
and most oddly, three: where had ashley gone during the party?

again, ana wasn’t one to dwell on idle thoughts she didn’t have more information on. so instead, ana allowed the worry to overcome her until she sank down into the faux leather seats and covered her face with her hands.
please, please hurry.

they came up to the italian villa, the wide driveway spread out before them. ana didn't wait for mr. harris to turn off the engine, she climbed out and raced through the lush garden, skipping every other stone on the pathway up to the front door. she opened the door, and there they were.
ana’s father stood with his arms across in front of his chest, and her mother to his right, casting her a glare of disapproval.
mr. belmonte spoke first, his voice hush and low. “it’s 10:45.”
“i’m sorry,” ana responded.
mr. harris came in behind her, but slowly backed out of the door upon noticing the feud occurring.
“apologies are not necessary. for your tardiness you can expect to accompany me on the boat tomorrow."
“it was only a few minutes,” ana attempted to save herself.
“i don’t want to hear it. 8:00 tomorrow morning, we will leave promptly,” her father said curtly.
“yes, father.”

her mother, quiet as usual, said nothing. she nodded solemnly in agreement with her father.
ana shamefully went up the split double staircase at the foyer, down the dark hallway until she came to the french doors that opened up to her room. she stepped inside and closed to doors quietly behind her, letting out a frustrated sigh and flopping onto her duvet.
joining her father on their luxury fishing boat didn’t seem so bad, but to ana, it was a punishment, and her father knew it. her father liked to take his wealthy friends and associates on fishing trips to discuss business deals and whatever rich upper-class guys talked about. ana’s job was to pretend to be nice, to suck up to them, and most importantly, to cater to them. fetch them drinks and whatnot. it was going to be miserable, but ana suspected that her father could have given her a much worse punishment.

ana had had enough of today and peeled herself off of her bed. she tried desperately to focus on getting ready for bed, but what max had said kept coming back.
ana completed her long routine of skin creams and body scrubs, brushing her teeth and changing into a silk pajama top and drawstring shorts.
letting down her hair.
“she seemed, last night, sort of... out of herself? sad? not sad... scared."
climbing into bed.
"no, no. she wasn't quite herself...days ago....something happened."
switching off her lamp.
“her, i worry about.”
closing her eyes.

where did you go, ash?

code by fudgecakez

 

[Lizy]

violet price.

There was a slight silence. Violet could practically feel the timer on her and Max's conversation running out. They didn't talk too often and it wasn't like either one of them wanted to be here. Still, it wasn't the most unpleasant thing Violet could've done with her time at the party. In fact, she rather enjoyed Max's company. She gave a soft laugh as Max made his exit, awkwardly and barely finishing his sentences. "Alright," she signed, "Get home safe." She smiled and waved as he scurried away.

She looked around the party, trying to see if there was anything worth staying for. Not really. She saw Ana rushing away, trying to make curfew. Her acquaintances seemed to be in a hurry to get away. Violet wanted to leave, but was in no hurry. There was nowhere important to hurry to. It was questionable if her parents would even notice if she stayed out until the early hours of the morning. She took out her camera and took a few more snapshots. Everything was getting wilder by the second. She glanced to her side and saw some guy barfing over a girl's shoes. "Fucking gross," she muttered to herself. It was time to leave. She made her way out of the crowd and towards her car.

When Violet arrived home, all the lights were out. Her mother was probably sleeping and either her father was doing the same, or he was working late still. She sighed and headed towards the stairs. She spotted light coming out from under a door. Her father's study. She knocked hesitantly. "Come in," she heard him say, sounding a little surprised.

"Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm home," Violet opened the door and spoke, standing in the doorway. "Oh," her father started, "I thought you were asleep." Violet laughed and shook her head. Even if she didn't go out she wouldn't be asleep at this hour. But she knew her father didn't pay attention to her enough to know that.

"Well, goodnight," Violet turned around and closed the door, barely waiting for an answer. She went up to her room and put on her pajamas. Recalling the earlier conversation about Ashley, she grabbed her phone. Violet opened her messages and was about to send a text to Ashley, just a check in, but thought better of it. Ashley seemed fine tonight, there was no reason to be nosey. She lied in bed, eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

location: the graveyard > the price residence • tags: max ( Chimney Swift ) • outfit: x

 

[Kidzait]

Skylar Socod

Location: Home?
Mood: Very confused and also Ouch
Interaction: N/A

Skylar wasn't sure the exact point at which he woke up. All he knows is that the second he bacame conscious, he was in pain. It felt as thought a supernova egos in development was in action behind his eyes. He cracked his eyelids and instantly slammed them shut against the glare of the morning sun. Sky groaned and rolled to his left to crawl towards the bathroom. Instead of bouncing off the side of his bed, he instead toppled onto the uncut grass of his backyard. He opened his eyes in panic and scrambled to his feet, the sudden motion turning his empty stomach. he groaned like the undead and rubbed his forehead. He had been sleeping on his surfboard. By the looks of it, Drunk Sky thought it was super important to resurface his board the second he stumbled home. the board was tabled on two saw horses and all the tools needed were scattered underneath. The small black of wax was beginning to soften in the morning sun. Sky scooped it up and staggered inside.

After he grabbed a tall glass of water and took a cold shower, he went looking for his phone. He honestly could not remember how he got home. He remembered the spat with Joey and Nina. He remembered Joey calling it a night. He remembered another beer...and another….and another. At least that part explained the amnesia.
He rifled through his board shorts to no avail. He furrowed his brow and looked around for his bag. He was really hoping that Drunk Sky remembered to drag the board home but forgot to bring his bag full of drugs and cash and personal items.
A fleeting fragment of a group of guys talking to him bubbled to the surface of his memory. Too bad it didn’t tell him anything.

Finally, to his relief, he found his bag on his sun porch. It must have slide under the coffee table when he tossed it inside from the door. Sky went through it to make sure he still had everything and found his phone. He had a few messages but nothing that helped fill in the gaps. He wasn’t even sure if he spoke to anyone after that group of guys. He had a vague memory of the sun rising, but that couldn’t be right.

Hey man, how’s it going? Did we talk about fishing last night? he typed into the conversation he was having with Joey. They had talked about it before he left, he was sure of that, he just wasn't sure if he still wanted to go out.