Realistic or Modern growing up in seattle - main thread

[doedeer]

lola violet davies

♫/clannad ost - a pair of idiots/♫

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happy? anxious and flustered, oogling at hot boys in blood & sweat

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girl's bathroom / math floor

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oiwa Twin Fantasy penny neverbackdown

lola leaned in, catching din of the chaos thrumming through the metal door. with her eyebrows raised, she wondered why exactly they would be in the girl’s restroom for any reason as settling their odds in such a place seemed too ridiculous. or could they be conspiring for more delinquency? whatever it was seemed like trouble and lola couldn’t help but feel the curiosity inside her imaginative brain stir up in a quiet frenzy.

“it’s like a team meeting…” she whispered under her breath, barely realizing she’d said anything at all.

glancing at oiwa, the girl seemed almost giddy over the affair.

normally this sort of thing deterred her away, but only as to not get herself involved in something that could cause problems with unknown solutions. her wild side never found it’s way out of her bedroom, but something about standing alongside oiwa made it appear much safer to indulge in. even more than that–tremendously amusing.

doing bad things alone was scary, but perhaps with a friend it wasn’t so bad.

to add onto the excitement..
that BOY was in there. as fast as ms. mancini had smacked into her, the image of the long, blonde, handsome stranger returned to her brain.

mr. mystery… i need to see you again.

it was then and there that she decided her next action.

hand on the steel of the push sign, she swung the door open and took an eager step too hurriedly–smacking right into yet again another figure.

“ah!” lola squeaked, holding her nose with her eyes squinted in a wince. the door closed behind the two and lola gasped at the scene before her. without a second thought and definitely no time to say any apology to the girl she'd bumped into, she scurried around oiwa–“wow, there’s so many people here.” she said softly, already hiding behind her new friend at the sight of bloody men up-close. it was different looking at hot boys fighting on tumblr…

IT’S SO MUCH BETTER IN PERSON.

the two girls had successfully infiltrated. not much stealth involved, but it did the job.

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[doedeer]

opallo walker collins

♫/amongst the dead - sickboyrari/♫

mood

tense

location

right next to roosevelt high school

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izzy; kat neverbackdown

“twenty..four.”

opallo loosened his grip with a soft grunt, gradually lowering himself off the metal bar and back onto the rubber mat. making his way onto the top floor balcony, he took a deep breath before gulping down the last of the water in his bottle and taking a seat looking over the inner bay. on the rare occasion the weather was good, a spot like this on the very edge of south-central seattle; you could see even as far as bellevue and mercer island. “nope. all grey.” opallo muttered, hitting the last of his cigarette before tossing it in the ceramic tray sitting adjacent atop the table.

today was not one of those nice days.

he’d like to say he started this morning like every other day, but his father asking him to pry money out of someone right before training was at best unfavorable. opallo did it anyhow, and arlotto did cough it up–which made his five a.m. that much easier. but the feeling he got from doing it? not so great. he refrained from arguing with his father even though he knew he could’ve called anyone else for the job.

mariano collins was a hard man, through and through. and so was yano, his eldest son. shit, even his youngest daughter was as scrappy and ruthless as could be for a sixteen-year-old girl. the middle child? not so much. and this middle child would continue to get prodded into worthless tests of grit and loyalty for the family until he was up to “par” with everyone else… in mariano’s eyes anyway.

it was infuriating if opallo thought on it too long, so he didn’t. keeping his head on straight and sticking to routine for his future was all he needed to do. the rest was stupid. senseless. but had to be done.

years ago, he’d tried to argue with him on the matter–saying it just wasn’t in him to work under conditions like these. talking to his dad was like talking to a brick wall. except this brick wall had anger issues and the most stubborn, yet manipulative brain known to man. he knew all these things. you can’t choose your family though.

“don’t you care about the family? about your mother? isabella? ..opallo, my son. we don’t always get to choose our livestyles, but you were born into greatness. a multimillion dollar family business. do your part.”

his part being an involvement in international drug trafficking, witness intimidation, murder.. since the womb. the list goes on.

why opallo abided by him so diligently? he didn’t really know. it worked well for training this morning anyhow. he pushed himself harder than usual this session. anything to fuel the fire that was getting out of this goddamn city he supposed.

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“i’ll see you later, aight?” he said, finally tossing the bag of sabritones he’d been withholding from his ankle-monitored sister lazily slumped on the couch, scrolling through her laptop as she got ready for online classes. “have fun at school!--oh wait.”

“fuck you, go away!!!” she screeched, catching the bag and already mean-mugging her computer screen,

before she let her best friend, kat, follow her brother she grabbed her by the wrist, “bye kit-kat, make sure you give those roosevelt dweebs some hell today.”

“love you, sis.” opallo hollered before shutting the front door after kat.

pallo didn’t mean to start the drive to school so late, but his little sis was sort of a soft spot for him. if she wanted anything, he’d get it for her. lucky for izzy the little brat got whatever she wanted being in this family. he loved her anyway though. at least she wasn’t in juvenile detention anymore. mom and her were the glue that held this family together. or more so the disguised duty for a common goal.

either way, he was a little skeptical about arriving to school in timely fashion. he’d had sort of an inkling his whereabouts were being tracked as of recently. not that anyone really knew where mariano’s kids lived, but more so that they knew what high school his son was going to. he took the shiny 9mm smith & wesson out of the band of his jeans and placed it in between the seat and center console. a part of him didn’t feel that concerned, but it was better to be safe than sorry. he met eyes with kat who took the front seat–a sign between both of them to keep watchful eyes around eachother today.

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“my dad made me talk to arlotto today.” he puffed on his cigarette making a turn off 68th. after getting through most of the drive avoiding the main road, today really did seem normal. neither him or kat had recognized any redudant cars in their vicinity.

“over quick–still a pain in my ass though.”

his eyes watched the group of kids in backpacks on the crosswalk–his own mind drifting from the present to his younger years; packing his own backpack with bricks of cocaine making detours before school with yano.

accompanying them were mothers ushering them playfully–their faces full of bliss rather than scorn. opallo cleared his throat. these weren’t the same kids him and his brother were. and for the better. the way it should be.

crossing the last neighborhood block until roosevelt, kat nudged him and his eyes met contact with the dark tint of a black impala–license plates removed. he was already in a turn so he finished it, peering into the darkness for a split second before continuing the drive down 15th avenue. the black car skirted around the block and kat kept herself turned around to watch.

opallo pursed his lips and as he approached the intersection, the black car appeared on the cross-street light right on time. he tossed his cigarette out the window, “kat.”--the blonde girl was way ahead of him. she’d already have her own handgun in her clutch. both hands holding it steady pointed at the floor of the car, but her finger was already on the trigger.

taking his own pistol out of the glove compartment, he gripped it in his right hand–his other steady on the steering wheel. glancing over at kat, they kept a quiet tension yet irritation rushed through his veins. he knew kat was more than capable of handling things just as well as him or yano, but it didn’t matter. she was still a girl. even so, he was the one driving. it mattered that he didn’t get caught sideways and kill them both in a crash.

nothing was happening at that point. the car was sketchy, but there was no retaliation. as the turning light flared green, he turned left. kat kept her eyes on the car, but it was hard to tell even head-on who was in those seats.

SKKKKRRRRRT

as soon as they reached the lane, a black suv with their windows rolled down drove out from the vida apartments on their left side–completely blindsiding them. bullets enameled the body of his lexus and opallo swerved to the right almost hitting the sidewalk as he shot back with his own pistol. “fuck!”

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  Kat had gotten to the Collins household quite late the night before. A task she had been given hadn't gone down so well and she knew it was best to stay out of her father's way at least for the night to give him time to calm down, maybe a few weeks. She knew Mariano was a cold cut hard man and yet compared to her father, well, Mariano appeared like a teddy bear to Kat and she much preferred to talk to him when things went south. So that's exactly what she did, choosing to let him tell her father about the failure of the night before.
  
  Kat snapped out of her thoughts when Opallo walked into the room and gave him a small nod as she placed her empty cup on the table and grabbed her bag. She laughed at the siblings bickering and went to walk when Izzy grabbed hold of her arm. She turned back to face her best friend, a smirk playing on her lips "Off course love" she commented before tapping Izzy's unfashionable anklet "Hurry up and get that off though so we can do it together yeah?".
  
  Kat followed Opallo out to the car and got into the front passenger seat, her eyes flicked down to the cup holder as his weapon was placed there and she looked up to meet his eyes, a look between the pair confirming they would keep an eye on each other was passed before Kat sat back into the seat as she moved her own gun from her waistband to her jacket pocket just incase.
  
  "Oh good it was quick, he can be a real ass" she commented looking at Opallo briefly before her eyes went back to scanning the area around them. "Did he put up a fight or was it easy enough to...." Kat trailed off as she spotted a black impala coming towards them. She nudged Opallo motioning towards the car trying not to make it obvious that they had spotted them. As they took their turn, Kat turned in her seat looking back to check on the position of the vehicle. "looks like we're in for some fun". She turned back in her seat and grabbed her gun out of her pocket and held it, positioned towards the ground but finger on the trigger ready to be pulled at a seconds notice. She heard him say her name and glanced towards him for a second, just in time to see him grab his own gun.
  
  The pair were quiet, tension filling the air as they waited for something to happen, the silence was almost deafening as they waited at the red light. She tried to see into the car but it was impossible to tell who was sitting there, if it was someone after her or Opallo or both. That was the worst part about the lives they were forced into, well more specifically their roles and positions in said lives, never knowing friend or foe and never knowing when you'll next be attacked. In saying that Kat wasn't an anxious person, nor was she particularly worried about this current altercation, she was more annoyed than anything.
  
  The light went green, Opallo took a left turn down a lane and Kat kept her attention on the car following them. Movement to their left caught her eye and she turned to see the SUV seconds before it began firing at them. "Shit" she exclaimed and on instinct in one swift movement she had unbuckled her seatbelt and had bent down, unfortunately she had done this the same time that Opallo swerved and felt a sharp pain in her temple as her head collided with the front console, she ignored the pain, knowing now was not the time to deal with it in the grand scheme of getting shot at.
  
  Her hand found the switch for the window and she lowered it as she briefly looked up at Opallo shooting. Kat suddenly lifted herself as her hand found the roof and pulled herself onto the window slit of the car , peaking her head slightly above the roof as she raised her gun and shot back at their attackers, keeping one hand on the inside of the car to stop herself from falling out.
  
  As quick as it began it ended as the SUV suddenly pulled away and drove off down the road. Kat stayed still for a moment, looking back to check for the Impala, gun still raised. But seeing nothing behind them she slowly lowered herself back into the car. "Nothing like a shoot out to start the day huh!" she commented in an almost unsettling easy tone, gun still in hand and eyes trained on the road ahead incase they came back for round two.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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[Twin Fantasy]

mood :

beaten to shit

location :

women's room

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Avi, Ayden, Cam, Lola, Pen, Oiwa, Opallo

interactions :

weldherwings TheVoidQueen Gao doedeer neverbackdown

Sheary,

Noel

Nobody ever listens to the second-in-command. And boy, aren't they gonna feel stupid for that. Avi launched himself in Cameron's general direction and Noel didn't even get the chance to pull him off before one, two, THREE girls walked in. Two just stared with vested intrigue while the other spoke.

"No, yeah, we know- we know it's the women's room." Noel's face flushed a bit. Damn. This one was gorgeous. Probably? She looked normal. They all looked pretty normal, except one was dressed like some kind of Hot Topic bedsheet for little girls. (Said girl was doing a very unsubtle job of taking pictures on her phone.) "It- the other one was out of order. And I- we got into a rough spat, didn't we?" He looked back, as if the others might back him up on this.

Then a gunshot. Two.

They were outside, none breached the walls of the school, but Noel could hear them.

"Down- GET DOWN!" He grabbed Avi, using his whole weight in the hopes that Avi would comply and hide himself. "GET THE FUCK DOWN!" He knew it wasn't a conventional mass shooter -- it never was. These were gang members. And with the way the De La Vega family kept their shit organized, it most likely wasn't theirs. Unless someone fucked up really badly. Noel was only ever armed with a knife.

"You birds just gonna stand there gawping like bloody fish?! YOU TOO, CHEESE BOY." He pointed at Ayden, pulling the nickname from right the fuck out of nowhere. Without thinking, he whipped a knife out of his pocket, as if it might make him more convincing if HE was armed. (Master diplomat, you are, Noel Sheary.) "GEDDOWN!"

It wasn't like he cared about most of them. But broads, they're known to panic under the pressure of sudden, rapid gunfire. He didn't really care if Cameron left, whatever mess was going on outside was probably Cameron's fault, but he wasn't in the mood to make him leave, either.

"And if you value your skin, you best not leave this room."

Then again, a lockdown would probably get called soon, anyway. Despite his attempts at playing leader, Noel was visibly sweating. This was NOT a position he was comfortable with.

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  Alex concealed her "i told you so" face when Mallory commented that Sam was being a dick lately, after all Alex had warned her not to go out with him but there was no talking to Mallory when her head was set on these things. She knew the relationship was superficial at best, well at least she hoped it was but regardless she didn't want to see her friend hurt and especially not by some idiot who didn't seem capable of thinking things through with his head rather than his manhood.
  
  Alex was looking at the assignment and was about to start it when Mallory spoke again. Alex bit her lip in thought before shrugging slightly "Not really no, there's noone in mind" she commented a thoughtful tone to her voice "hopefully someone that's not a musician" she used airquotes around the word musician"or bleach blonde" she smirked as she finished this sentence.
  
  Now anyone would think she hates Luke and to be honest she probably should, just like he should hate her, they were mutually destructive and just as bad as the other, constantly causing each other pain. But the truth was she didn't hate him and honestly didn't think she ever could, she wanted him to get the best out of his life they just weren't meant to be together. It was a pity they didn't stay friends but she knew Cam would probably rip her a new one if she tried to befriend him after everything that happened.
  
  The undeniable sound of gunshots suddenly filled the air and Alex's eyes widened in shock as her head immediately turned to the classroom door. She didn't know where they had come from but her immediate thought was of Cam and if he was ok. Panicked she took her phone out of her pocket and text him to make sure, after the fight earlier she just hoped the lap dog hadn't brought a gun to school and found Cam. She could hear the teacher giving orders of getting out of sight and undercover, reciting the drill words but this time was different there was actually fear in their voice and that fear was what snapped Alex back to reality and out of her thoughts.
  
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[TheVoidQueen]

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rich white girls
— by mansionz

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answer

outfit

lookin fine as always

interactions

hyun

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weldherwings

violet

― "dad, i am a rich man."

Nothing but annoyance flowed through Violet's veins as she sat in the passenger's seat next to Amy. Her car privileges had been revoked for talking back, a newfound punishment since she'd gotten her license earlier in the school year. Her stepmother seemed to take great pleasure in her obvious vexation, Amy's painted on smile more sinister-looking than usual.

Violet found herself wondering how much of this - her punishment and Amy driving her to school - had been her father's idea. She doubted he'd had anything to say on the matter, probably just nodded his head, oblivious by choice to Amy's evilness.

She was thankful Amy wasn't feeling too conversational this morning. Or maybe the AirPods in her ears had drowned out her attempts. Regardless, Violet was grateful she could preserve her voice for someone that mattered.

Who that would be, exactly, was a mystery. Her "friends" were an illusion, her enemies were a lie, her hookups were mistakes. At least high school was almost over. College would be different, a more genuine experience where she could discover herself or some shit. The point is, the people here would soon sink even further into irrelevance. She just needed to get through the next couple of months.

The car rolled to a stop, Amy's goodbye falling on deaf ears as Violet slammed the door shut behind her. Ms. Mancini walked up the steps ahead of her, the aura around her suggesting she'd just gone on a mission. She slowed her stride to ensure she wouldn't find herself on the woman's path of destruction. Small as she was, the principal was terrifying on a good day; Violet could only imagine the damage she could do after breaking up whatever pathetic drama the bloodied boys to her right had caused.

In no rush to get to AP Calculus, Violet strolled leisurely to her locker before leaning against it and pulling out her phone. Those nerds would be just fine if she was a little late and she doubted the teacher got paid enough to care. The halls were mainly empty, save for the drama kings and some quiet dude she barely recognized.

As she accommodated all of her books in her bag and slammed her locker, the distinct sound of gunshots rang through the air.

What the fuck.

Looking around, Violet shoved her panic to the back of her mind. She grabbed Hyun by the elbow, dragging the bumbling idiot towards the nearest door and thanking whatever God was listening that the empty classroom was open.

"Grab a chair 'n' put it under the knob,"

she said to Hyun, barely looking in his direction as she turned off the lights and took a seat on the ground by the teacher's desk, closing her eyes.

"And sorry 'bout grabbin' you so rough, you looked kinda lost,"

she added as an afterthought, earlier irritation bleeding heavily into her tone.

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what is HAPPENING

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empty classroom

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Black hooden jumper, plain white shirt underneath, black jeans and black converse

tag

Violet ( TheVoidQueen )

Lee Dong-Hyun

Bang. Bang!

The sound was loud enough to reverberate off of the walls of the hallway and stop Hyun dead in his tracks. What had been that sound? Did a car drive by and backfire? Or had someone let off some fireworks nearby? For Hyun, he had never heard the sound of a gun being shot. So, as people lurking in the hallway all began to scatter like cockroaches in a kitchen as a chef turns on the light, it only caused him to furrow into more confusion. What was happening? He only continued to spiral downwards into his questioning when he felt someone grab his elbow and began to drag him towards the closest door.

What… was… happening?!

The classroom was empty, a dark shadow covering the poorly lit room. Had he not been so utterly confused with what was happening, standing there like a stunned mullet, he would’ve attempted to reach over to turn on more lights to see better. However, the urgency in the girl’s voice prompted something inside him; was it fear? Wait, why were they scared? Were they hiding from something? She proceeded to turn off more lights before taking converge on the ground by the desk, closing her eyes. Okay, door? he thought to himself, feeling that anxiousness rise in his chest as he took hold of a nearby chair and jammed it up and under the door knob. If anyone was coming, they wouldn’t be coming through that door, at least. That’s silly, wouldn’t they just use the windows? Hyun thought to himself, gazing from the door to the window. Without any prompting or hesitation, he swiftly made his way over to the uncovered windows and began to pull the curtains.

I guess we’re playing the no one is home game?

Once he had done so, he walked over to the girl and sat opposite her to look at her face-to-face. Her eyes were closed, and she was apologising for grabbing him before. It was only now, after the extreme overflow of adrenalin from being man handed by the girl, that he was starting to realise who she was. Violet Belmont. From British Literature. They sat at the same table together but had never had the pleasure of a proper conversation. In fact, he hadn’t had the chance to talk to many people at this school. I suppose if there was a day to change that, it would be here and now.

“I-it’s okay…” he timidly responded, looking at the girl with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay, though? You seem a bit… shaken up?” As he spoke, he could hear the sounds of running footsteps trailing down the hallway and into classrooms. A far-off voice yelled at another to come on as they ran away from… something. Hyun turned his attention towards the door, curious as to what exactly everyone was running away from. “Are we… hiding from something?” His words fell from his mouth before he could filter them. For someone exceeding in all his classes and spent most of his free time studying, Hyun wasn’t being very smart right now. He turned to look at Violet, genuinely confused about what was happening.

And then it finally hit him.

Like a light switch going off in his head, you could see the exact moment it came to him. His eyes widened, his skin cooling into a lighter shade from the shock, and his mouth dropping. The bangs, the running into the classroom, the chair at the door, and finally hiding behind the desk? It was all finally starting to make sense. “Is there a shooter in the school?” he hissed at the girl, now in complete fear that anything louder would draw attention to them. “Shouldn’t we be hiding in a cupboard instead?”

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ATTENTION: SCROLL FOR AN IMPORTANT SCHOOL ANNOUNCEMENT...

ava jane morrisson

♫/seven - men i trust/♫

mood

ava: shocked, kind of excited
eino: ready 4 school :]

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roosevelt student high football field bleachers

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leon TheVoidQueen ; vera Twin Fantasy ; lexi BracedJupiter72

ava wanted to go to class. truly, she did. but the first day drag was getting to her.. and hard. admittedly, she really really really wanted to be late. the early morning was so fun.. why did it have to end so soon? first period trigonometry was important, but missing the first day couldn’t be so bad. and the way ava saw it.. if she was contemplating something that must mean it was meant to happen. not the wisest of her philosophies, but a good one. turning the corner and out the glass doors past ms. yanaba’s felt way too good.

upon passing some kids through the courtyard and down by the football fields she recognized three interesting silhouettes in the approaching distance. one was clearly leon pierce, a cute boy a grade above her. was actually a miracle they hadn’t hooked up yet. more like a tragedy whatttt

secondly, lexi ahlgren–a girl she’d gotten pretty close to ever since they met at brina’s eighth grade graduation party. she hadn’t really hung with her one on one since winter break, but ava felt the excitement rising up anyhow.

the two of them together meant something fun was happening–no doubt–and ava wanted in.

the mousy brown practically skipped her way down the steps to rush over to them, but there was someone else with them she knew..

“oh shit” –they’re hanging with vera lukyanov. woah.

despite growing up through the same schools as vera, ava hadn’t really gotten the chance to get to know her at all. upon finding out online that the same shadowy figure looming around in black boots and attire to match was actually the lead guitarist in a band she’d been getting heavy into as of the last six months? she was stoked. ava had always thought she was pretty striking and stuck out like a sore thumb in the best of ways, but there was this air to her. gloom and doom sort of thing. she couldn’t help but be intrigued, but strangely it made her a little nervous to just go right up and talk to her. what a better time than now?

ava jogged up to the small group with her signature cheesy smile plastered on her face, “hey! whatever you guys are doin’ i’m coming with.” she announced with a strident greeting, running her fingers through her hair as she did. “oh, i’m ava by the way!” she added, peace sign flashed and her head tilted a bit to meet eyes with vera, “you’re vera right? devotchka cult guitarist? i love your riffs.”

okay, maybe the groupie was coming out in full swing right now but fuck it.

PAP–PAP–KA-KA-KA

ava swung her head around to the scene before them. just right past the fence on the intersection near the school bus she used to take, three black cars exchanging gunfire at 8:30am. what the hell?

KA-KA-PAP-PAP-PAP-PAP

“woah you guys seeing this?”

…SKRRRRRRT

suddenly the lockdown alarm echoed inside the school building, but was definitely loud enough for the group to notice.

as the cars dipped out, she turned back around to face them mouth agape. “holy shit!”

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over the intercom the unmistakably shrill southern twang entered the speakers over the entire school.

“ATTENTION STUDENTS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. PLEASE REMAIN INSIDE YOUR RESPECTIVE CLASSROOMS AND WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS FROM YOUR TEACHERS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. AGAIN, PLEASE REMAIN INSIDE YOUR RESPECTIVE CLASSROOMS AND WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS EVEN IF THE ALARM IS SHUT OFF. THANK YOU.”

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  As Penny took in the scene unfolding in the bathroom she genuinely couldn't figure out if it was really happening or if her day dreams had suddenly got way more realistic. The wet paper towel landed on the bald guys head with an amusing and disgusting splat before the bloodied kid who had thrown it waved at her in a cheery manner. She raised an eyebrow clearly confused by what she was witnessing but decided against questioning it when Cam spoke to her.
  
  "It's ok I ..." She trailed of as she took in the blood on most of their faces and her eyes widened in concern "oh god are yous ok?" She questioned looking at them all in turn but before an answer could be given or Penny could try and help, the door behind Penny opened and she almost fell forward when someone smashed into her from behind. Catching herself Penny took a step forward towards the boys and away from the door as she turned to face the new attendees and gave a soft smile in their general direction
  
  "Oh sorry", already forgetting that they had walked into her and not the other way round. Penny was used to apologising though, normally in a world of her own, she seemed to apologize for everything that happened, to be honest sorry was probably her most used word.
  
  The unmistakable sound of a gunshot filled the air, quickly followed by another one and some more. Penny's eyes widened in horror and shock as she looked back towards the bathroom door, Noel began shouting and basically tackled Avian to the ground, in different circumstances Penny would have giggled at this sight but instead the amusement was overclouded by a general sense of anxiety as she tried to remember the shooter drills they had learned.
  
  If only i paid more attention in school.
  
  Noel was shouting at them to get down but Penny's eyes were still trained on the door, almost frozen in fear incase the shooter walked in on them.
  
  Walked in ... door... open
  
  "Shouldn't we barricade the door?" she asked as she turned her head to look at the boys once again, fear evident in her tone and her body was still firmly planted in place, unable to move even a finger.
  
  She suddenly regained control over her body when Noel pulled out a knife and continued to scream at them to get down, she stared at him for a moment, terror clear in expression before almost on autopilot and without a thought in her head Penny ran over to Cam, deciding to find her safety and potential bodyshield in him.
  
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[Gao]

OCTAVIAN DE LA VEGA

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  EVERYONE STAY CALM PLEASE ITS ONLY NOEL IDK WHY HES LIKE THAT.
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  Marshall, Cam, Ayden, Noel, Penny, Lola, Oiwa

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Fading light and wine on the

curtains,

sickly

fumes stain the

mouths

of the glasses. The

dry

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bleary

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misery

of their

battered

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debauchery.

Avian had not registered the running sink, lost to the undercurrent of adrenaline that tendered his ears. Had not heard the door’s hinges at their open and close, nor the second, nor the approach of soft soles on tiled floor to reach ideal target position.

It’s the featherlight voice that stuns him, a wrench of his head to land alarmed eyes on the blonde arrival. An audience, bringing the vessel of war to a still.

Oh, he’d stare. Hello.

A hand had only just made an intention to offer a nervous wave when something wet made violent contact with his skull. Shoulders shooting to hug ears as slush slapped and cast the shape of his cranium, its meteor momentum collided with a surprising force— in a way that must be personal.

But the horror seeping glacial cold into Avian’s entire form was indisputable. Tense and confused, tinged with fear.

What the FUCK was that.

Focus reeling and lurched back to the undesirable presence of Ayden, Octavian could only manage a horrified whisper.

“Did you just shit on me?”

It wouldn’t be too hard to imagine from the likes of the rabid boy; curling a little raccoon hand into a toilet bowl to find an abandoned log. Hurling a lump of shit like his life depended on it. But Avian did not have time to linger on this distressing image, for between Ayden’s delighted greeting to the blonde and Cam peeling the mesh of white— not brown thank God, from his skull, Octavian was left in a disoriented state at further arrivals.

What was going on.

A wavering gaze travelled in brief search for identification. Finding nothing of familiarity and given none had greeted him directly, he could at least feel semi-confident they weren’t acquainted enough to know names. With Noel, at least, there was a lodestone of comfort to be found.

From aggressor to anxious bystander, Avian gave the front of Cam’s shirt an absentminded pat before moving away, as if only ever intending to adjust the fabric and not hurl fists. It filled like moonlight through glass, spilling and pooling in a succession of disquiet; this awkwardness. He’d almost forgotten their location, but the blonde promptly reminded them. I think you's are in wrong bathroom? Stuck like a deer in headlights, suspended in a heavy deliberation of flee or just lay down and die.

Yes.

Yes we are in the wrong bathroom.

Unsure what to do with his hands, now heavily disliking the space he occupied and wishing for a hole to hide in, Ave could feel dusk creeping the crescents of his ears. Clearing the lump in his throat and scraping a finger at his neck, irises crawled away to find solace away from the glaring truth.

Nice ceiling lights.

Giving nods and mumbled agreement to the other’s attempts at explanation, bald-eagle piggy-backed on their initiative to survive through the embarrassment of it all. Got into a rough spat, didn't we? Yes, yes. Boy's room was locked 'n' we needed to clean up. Sounds correct, yes. But in haste to assimilate rationale, what left his mouth was not on par.

“There’s good lighting in here.”

Why did he say that.

Lips pursed, as if hoping to swallow what had already slipped between teeth. Catch the ending syllable and whisk it away like a loose thread.

“Not for like… Selfies… or something.” Eyebrows scrunched in a weak attempt at deflecting a wince. “We– We weren’t doing that. We weren’t doing anything weird.” Another cleared throat, fists finding pockets and a scuffing of a shoe. He was making it weird. They looked weird. The newcomers were gonna think they were freaky little bathroom dwellers.

But freakier things were afoot, sounds that wrung and bled whimsy of the situation dry. Safety sieved like sand at the cut of gunshots, a flinch was bitten down at the splintering of peace. A blipped heartbeat, air rendered thin to familiar cadence; Avian was no stranger to the noise of a firearm.

And in all of this, a traitorous focus held dominion, mind recoiled to the whereabouts of Marshall. Were they still out there? Were they involved? He had every intention to leave the bathroom and find whatever unsought company lingered beyond the door, if not for Noel’s suffocating pounce and sudden leadership over the situation.

Leadership that included the brandish of steel and promise of mortal demise, plummeting the bathroom into another level of delirium. Octavian felt the need to do something. Trying to wrangle himself from Noel’s protection into the view of others to provide a remedy.

“He’s just playing around!” Ave really wouldn’t put it past him to stab someone. “He cuts his lunch with that.” Patting Noel’s shoulder in gentle encouragement to calm down, akin to a housewife comforting an angry husband, he fished into his pocket and placed a tangerine into Noel’s hand, wrapping their fingers around the gifted fruit. Something to distract the feral behaviour and assure others in the bathroom the knife wielding man wasn’t an active threat.

“Why Cheese Boy?” He’d utter under his breath to Noel through a painfully fake smile. “You can't call him that. I like cheese.”

REMAIN INSIDE YOUR RESPECTIVE CLASSROOMS AND WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS FROM YOUR TEACHERS.

Not a classroom, no teachers, and nothing in a bathroom to barricade the door with. Ayden’s body, maybe. They could sit the little psycho outside to fend off danger.

Ave couldn’t fathom any of his own gang venturing this close to the school, eyes cast over to Cameron in sceptical deliberation. A frosty stare and unspoken accusation, that your people outside?

Whilst gunfire had been reciprocated and its distance inconsistent for someone on foot, he’d not take a chance on his own deductions to dismiss the possibility of danger. Lights once praised so valiantly were now valued void, flicking the switch and plunging the bathroom into shadow.

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[weldherwings]

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messing with melon head - don't make the pretty girl sad!!

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Gorls bathroom ooo lala

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Orange hooded jumper, black adidas pants, plain white shirt and black skate shoes

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Gao + neverbackdown + Twin Fantasy + TheVoidQueen

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Ayden Thompson

What once was a scene of a crime was merging into the image of a circus. Culprits became clowns, victims morphed into the lions that growled and grumbled for their freedom, and onlookers dissolved into audience members, hurling popcorn and cheering back the ringmaster’s menticidal chants. Whilst the clowns and lions interacted with one another, and the audience was in awe and wonder at the performance, the humour was flawed. As the ringmaster started his stand-up routine, Ayden had to give the man some credit; the act was quite entertaining. While the bald circus leader began to question if there had been waste thrown at his head and creating a white lie to cover his true intentions of using the girl’s bathroom, an unexpected collection of bangs echoed through the hallways, echoing through the closed door of the bathroom. It had caught Ayden off guard, the boy releasing a quick shiver as the sound met his ears.

A lion came with a mighty roar, taking hold of its master and dragging him to the ground as it bellowed for everyone to follow instructions. Bewildered, Ayden stood there with a placid complexion and a sedated posture. Did Noel really think he could scream at them in such a way that they would all follow along while panting and wagging their tails? A new nickname was thrown into the wind, only encouraging the dismayed look upon Ayden’s face; Cheese boy. Well. That made total sense. Was Noel lactose intolerant by any chance, and Ayden gave him the shits? Now, that would make sense. He gazed down at the boy with a grimace expression and an arched brow, almost tempted to question his motives.

That was when the knife came out.

Much like a flour stress ball, decorated with wool hair and a printed smile, Ayden felt he face morph under the pressure of this current situation. His face, which once held a look of disgust and unpleasantness, was now stunned. Eyes widened, lips pressed together in a straight line, and his brows narrowed deeper in the middle, more so than ever. Was this guy crazy? He thought to himself, keeping a careful eye on the knife in the lunatic’s hand. And people say I’m a maniac, Jesus Christ. Noel’s actions were harmful enough to cause the blonde to venture away from him and to hide behind Cam in utter shock. Now that’s not right.

The crackle of the P.A. system’s speaker dawned over their heads, followed by a routine, rehearsed speech. Once more, the boy was unbothered - even with the acknowledgement of a potential shooter within walking distance from them - and proceeded to once more gather paper towels from the dispenser. The voice reverberated off the bathroom tiles, distracting the minds of those in the room, all of those but Ayden, who was currently running the paper towel under the water once more. He took jaunty steps to stand next to Cameron, a step or so behind; after all, he was still unsure of the alliance between the pair of them. He didn’t deserve the right to stand side by side by him if he was going to simply turn around and betray him at some point.

Once the announcement finished, Ayden gave a sharp whistle in the direction of Octavian and Noel, picking off a piece of paper towel with his thumb and index finger and rolling it to form a miniature ball.. “Oi, Melon Head” he called, flinging the ball over Avian’s direction to grab the attention of the boy. “Get it? Cause you’re bald and fruity.” He once more took another piece of paper towel, formed a ball and flicked it; dang, missed again. “Control your boyfriend over there. He’s making the pretty girl scared.” Another flick of a formed ball; this time, landing it right between the other boy’s eyes, in the bridge of his nose. “Yes!” Ayden hissed in victory, forming a fist to give a gentle punch to the air.

On the topic of the pretty girl.

He turned to look at the frightened blonde hair girl who used Cameron as her shield. Honestly, it was a good decision. Had she not stolen it already, that would’ve been Ayden’s first hiding spot if shit was to hit the fan. “You want a turn?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, smirking as he extended his arm to offer her the wet piece of paper that was pooling in his hand. “Honestly, it makes you feel so much better. And if we’re stuck in here, it’ll help to pass time”

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rich white girls
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god help me

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lookin fine as always

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hyun

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violet

― "dad, i am a rich man."

The shuffling of curtains being pulled shut filled Violet's ears. Her nerves calmed slightly, the possibility of the boy not being totally useless crossing her mind. Still, her leg bounced and she remained curled on herself, knees pressed to her chest.

Her eyes stayed shut, expression and trembling voice betraying her as she responded,

"Nah, I'm straight."

The symphony of panic could be heard from the hallway, muffled voices and heavy footsteps. Her eyes opened at Hyun's followup question, his calm and confused demeanor suddenly making sense. Refusing to dignify the question with a response, she watched as the gears in his head started turning. She could practically see him finally connect the dots.

"I don't think they're, uh, in the school,"

she spoke slowly, not wanting to cause him any more alarm. He already seemed sort of obtuse, and who knew how much worse it'd get if he was freaking out. Her right eyebrow shot up at his proposition of hiding in a cupboard, a slightly amused smile gracing her features.

"Lookin' for an excuse to get clos-"

Cut off by the public address system, her gaze dropped to the floor, her short lived sense of humor evaporating entirely.

"We should be good here,"

she said, her voice low and flat.

"You should text your folks, though,"

she looked back towards Hyun before pulling out her own cell phone,

"so they don't worry much if word gets back to 'em."

She honestly doubted her father would even see her message, let alone pick up the phone, but she sent him on anyways. They would be okay, right?

The silence that hung in the air made her skin warm, so, putting on her best mask, she extended her legs in front of her and nudged Hyun with her foot.

"What we're not gonna do,"

she began, tilting her head to the side and smiling,

"is sit here freaking out all quiet 'n' shit."

Grabbing her notebook, she flipped to an empty page with as little noise as possible.

"So we are going to play twenty questions!"

Her voice, though barely a whisper, communicated a false sense of confidence, as though she wasn't using all of her willpower to not tremble visibly.

"But we're gonna write so we're not too loud. Cool?"

Without bothering to wait for his response, she wrote out her first question, her handwriting stunning as ever:

Do I know you?

Had constant verbal communication been a safe option, she would've told him that he looked ever so vaguely familiar. She wouldn't have shared the fact that, if she did know him, he simply hadn't been memorable enough for her to register him as relevant; certainly would have kept it to herself that this experience was guaranteed to change that, even if she continued to act like she didn't know him in the hallways.

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opallo walker collins

♫/amongst the dead - sickboyrari/♫

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a little tense, yet somewhat amused

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back alley near roosevelt high

oufit

tag

kat neverbackdown cam TheVoidQueen

opallo winced. although him and kat were able to defend pretty seemlessly; something had hit him. a sharp pain facilitated it’s way--pulsating throughout his arm. the wired cotton in his sweatshirt immediately outlined exactly where the fragmented bullet had pierced. through the shock of it all he didn’t seem gauge the pain initially. he knew he had gotten nabbed, but where and how bad it was could only be collected as they drew away from the scene, around the school block and onto the opposite side to rest in a back alley. he glanced down at his arm bleeding onto his leather seat as he turned the wheel into a secluded park. if it hadn’t nailed him, kat could’ve easily been hit. upon scanning his area he came to the conclusion that the black residue on the metal of his window told it recoiled a piece or pieces of the bullet straight towards him. somewhat of a relief it wasn’t below the wrist or somewhere else equally vital. either way getting the bullet fragments out would be a hell of a time later. “hah–fuck this…” he gritted his teeth, “fuckin' ricochet.”

“still a bitch though..” he scoffed with a shake of his head, grabbing a spare t-shirt in the back. carefully he opened a half-filled plastic water bottle sitting inside the cup-holder; cracking his door a bit and dampening the t-shirt he closed it and pressed the cloth over his wound. bastards..

surveying kat and the expression plastered on her face only cracked a smirk out of him. the girl was too ready, too eager for action. he’d seen the same look on yano’s face before as well. no one wanted to be caught in crossfire, but a small few doted in being on the winning end of it. as adverse he was to street violence, maybe he was a little more than happy they weren’t on the receiving end. the factor was both triumphant and dangerous, but only the aftermath would prove to be more telling. well, they were alive at least.

he still racked his brain over it. why were they after them? perhaps arlotto from earlier? was it really him they were after or was it kat? or maybe some nonsensical violence as means of intimidation.. you never really knew with these things.

“how you doin’ kat?” he said, his deep-set eyes double checking for any serious damage, “you gonna be alright w/ those cuts? i’m going to the gym to clean this shit up so i don’t know if you’re trying to come, but i’ll drop you by the auditorium fence if not.”

bzzt bzzt. cam.

after a quick exchange of texts from his younger cousin, he closed his phone. “they’re locked down right now, sheesh.. and cam's stuck somewhere with ave..” grabbing his gun from the seat, he cocked it and checked the rounds. he’d have just enough to make it back to araña, but just enough was hard to gauge right now.

“so what’ll it be? i’m kind of bleeding here..” he forced a grin, pressing a box of cigarettes to his teeth and holding it there awaiting kat’s decision.

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  The adrenaline rushing through Kat's veins was electrifying as she almost struggled to sit still in her seat, eyes still trained on the road ahead. While she didn't want to put Palo in any danger she was almost wishing for them to come back, for more action to be had and to make them sorry for ever messing with the pair in the first place. She was angry, irritated but somewhat amused by the circumstances they had found themselves in.
  
  A voice broke the silence and Kat turned to face the source, she noted a tone of pain in his voice and raised an eyebrow as she looked him over, her eye widening slightly for a moment as she spotted the blood. Kat leaned forward in her seat, watching a he wrapped an old tshirt around the wound.
  
  "At least its no where vital but yeah say that hurts like hell". She commented before sitting back in her seat, eyes trained on the road again. While Kat seemed completely unbothered by the gunshot wound Opallo was now sporting, she was concerned in her own way and he would know that. Emotions and especially showing them were just not something Kat did very often.
  
  When he mentioned cuts, Kat raised an eyebrow almost confused "Huh?" she mumbled as she opened the visor above her and tilted it so to see her reflection through the small mirror. The adrenaline had clouded all pain from her mind but seeing them now allowed the pain to begin to seep in "Oh yeah..." she muttered as she took in the cut on the side of her temple and redness on her cheek damn thats going to bruise. she closed the visor again before shrugging "Yeah yeah I'll be fine its nothing".
  
  Kat shrugged once again when Palo asked what she wanted to do, she didn't really mind but when Cam text confirming the school had locked down her choice became obvious. "I'll come with you sure, no point going to school during a lockdown" she added as she looked back over at Palo, who in the meantime had seemed to dropped a few shades in skin tone, her eyes drawn towards the blood now soaking through the tshirt. "Maybe I should drive though?" As though the comments had only sunk in there, Kat raised an eyebrow confusion clear on her face "With Octavian like? Why is Cam with him?"
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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1.19

school is officially out for the weekend! as kids happily shuffle out from the doors of roosevelt high,
there is much speculation that this weekend will be one for the books. a weekend in january with
no report of rain in sight and even a little predicted sunshine,
the community seems to be more spirited than usual
–hopping on the opportunity to promote many events for the weekend including
a 20-mile bike race around the city’s most iconic spots, a charity golfing tournament at the magnolia country club,
a downtown foodie fest on the busiest restaurant corner in capitol hill and many more!
a busy weekend means the seattle police department are sure to be keeping close watch on the streets
and their squad cars have already been seen congregating all over the city.

there is also a rumor going around that a huge party of project x proportions is to take place this friday night
at the infamous luka tellegio's mansion home right at the top of magnolia hills.

remember to have fun, but more importantly be safe everyone!
you never know who's lurking around looking for trouble especially on a weekend like this...​

GANG VIOLENCE?

SchoolLockdown Scare

On Thursday, students were supposed to be enjoying their first day back at Roosevelt High after a long winter break but the streets seemed to have other plans. On 8:45am there was a string of gunshots firing back and forth between two vehicles right in front of the long-time high school's iconic steps. The school went into a lockdown shortly after that lasted almost until their lunch hour. Debris from broken glass was examined, but authorities have yet to identify either cars involved in the shooting. Principal of Roosevelt High's Mary Mancini was extremely upset by the entire ordeal. "It's awful! I had to break up a group of students fighting right in front of those steps not even an hour before the gunshots rang out. I hope the police catch those crooks and anyone else involved in that deplorable lifestyle. Not in my school!" The police are suspecting a popular gang from the area could have been involved in this exchange of fire and many others happening around the area. Ms. Mancini goes on to say, "Parents are extremely concerned their kids are going to be in danger because of these events. And I just got through my FOURTH divorce!." The Seattle Times attempted to reach out to a bald kid in sunglasses and a leather jacket, but the boy declined from answering any questions.

PUT 4 CANCER

MAGNOLIACHARITY EVENT

There will be a golfing tournament happening in Magnolia Hills Country Club on Saturday the 20th from 12pm to 5pm as the country club is in hopes to raise money for kids battling lymphoma and neuroblastoma. "Last year we were able to raise about $300,000 in donations for these kids--we're hoping to double it this weekend." says local country club member Brian Schnitzen. After the event will be a reception party for the affair inside the Morrisson's mansion home--INVITE ONLY. That means all you broke bitches have to go home. Don't let the golden gates hit you on the way out, sweetie.

BIG TIME BULGOGI

PALMI KBQ; BIG SALE

Capitol Hill's beloved Korean barbecue spot is offering a special deal of 50% off any bulgogi dishes at their restaurant this weekend! Aside from having the best Korean-style pork ribs in the city, their bulgogi has quickly been growing to be a must-have for diners as well as tourists from all over the globe. Local exchange student from Roosevelt High, Eino Van Swearingen, weighed in on the popular restaurant. "It's so good! We have no Korean barbecue in Denmark--it's awful. This is one of best foods I try in America so far. And the boy who works at the front counter is cute as well." Palmi KBBQ will also be participating in the downtown foodie fest happening this weekend! So make sure to take advantage of the 50% off AND free delivery~

LOCAL GIG

PUNK BAND@TELLER'S CAGE

Teller's Cage has most definitely been a controversial venue over the years among the community, but music fans are more than hyped for local band Devotchka Kult on Saturday, January 28th. Combining goth and punk elements, the band has garnered a small, but loyal fanbase in the Seattle area. Band member Wendy B confessed, "It's our first gig proper, like, not in a garage. We're really [expletive] hyped. Teller's such a [expletive] bro." We attempted to talk to a group of goth kids about the event, but all they did was hiss at us and one whipped their [redacted] out in retaliation. Teller of Teller's Cage commented, "Oh yeah, Devotchka Kult.. yeah man gonna be sick. don't wanna miss it. oh shit, man.. i got a 40oz laying around here some where..."

ELECTION RALLY

CUNNINGHAMIS RUNNING!

With the city of Seattle's office election coming up, many have been wondering who exactly will be taking the place of Mayor Jaundice if he gets recalled. Thankfully (?) Angus Cuntingham of Cunningham Mining Co. has officially stated his candidacy run starting with a rally this weekend at City Hall. There he will be discussing his plans for the city. Tune in for more information on his twitter account.

NUDISTS ATTACK

Local StoreRavaged

Wednesday morning, authorities had to arrest over fifteen adults of ages 25-70 for indecent exposure inside the Aeropastale in Pacific Place mall. Storefront workers say they just barged in and started knocking mannequins down and jumping on table tops screaming that "the third kind is upon us. submit to them before it is too late." over and over again while workers and customers screamed and ran out of the kiosk. The Seattle P.D. reported they were very aware of cult activity growing in the community, but that it was not in their top priorities to crackdown on. Pacific Place and other malls and storefronts around University District are beefing up their security in response to the matter. One man apart of the scene was able to break loose from faulty handcuffs and was not taken into Seattle Public Jail. He is a short man with a mullet and a face tattoo that says "daddy" right under his left eye.

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opallo walker collins

♫/free shiest life - big 30/♫

mood

focused

location

basement of araña gym

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interactions

cam TheVoidQueen
mentions: alex neverbackdown

“so, are you going to that party in ‘nolia later?” opallo said, his eyes watching the bricks of cocaine being stacked onto eachother as the group of men put them in their respective duffle bags. him and his cousin had been in the basement of araña for the last hour or so calculating profit and checking in with the runners that every brick was going to it’s expected destination. the city was hot these days and not by any means of weather. police were cracking down on gang-related crimes like a motherfucker and that meant affiliates were going to start dropping like flies. or worse, getting locked up. and the possibility of snitches and jail time was making everybody tense. not to mention just a little over a day ago opallo had been shot himself. by who? he still wasn’t sure.

“pallo. nosotros hemos terminado aqui. going now.”

“bien–no dudes. go straight. like usual.” opallo answered the man and the members took turns hauling the duffles up the basement stairs. it was strange. a room full of older men and the two kids in high school seemed to be the big dogs. well, one lower at least. of course yano leaves and i’m stuck managing a million dollar move when the block is as hot as it is. at least he was stuck with cam. there wasn’t a motherfucker in this operation that he’d wanna be with except his younger cousin. in a situation as dicey as this, it counted to have someone around you with a good head on their shoulders. since he could remember, cam and him had always had similar ideals. unfortunate that his father was wrapped up in this business, but it was just as shitty for him and cam. all they’d ever known was drugs and violence.

he then turned towards his cousin sitting on a stool in front of him, snapping out of his thoughts.

“i think alex wants us to come out and you can if you want. i wanna go too, but obviously ive been a little too careless lately–” he flashed a brazen grin motioned at the unbandaged wound.

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yo I'm fucking FREEZING LET ME IN!

location

outside nat's house

oufit

tag

Nat ( TheVoidQueen )

Teo Choi

"그 칼을 나에게 건네줄 수 있니, 애기?"

"Can you pass me that knife, baby?"

A smile crept across his face hearing his pet name from his Umma. From the moment he drew his first breath into this world, she had called him 애기 (aegi); baby. A term of endearment from his mother used to remind him on a daily basis that he would always be that to her. That he was her baby no matter what. It always got a grin from him, along with scarlet brushed cheeks, whenever she called him that. It was no different today, either. Standing in the kitchen, leaning against the countertop with a small tub of yoghurt in his hand, Teo had already been reaching into the utensil drawer to pull out a spoon for himself. His hand took a detour, picking up the said knife as he hooked onto the spoon along the way.

As he handed it to her, she released a breath that cooed a thank you to him before turning her attention back to the vegetables she was preparing to cut. Peeling back the lid of the yoghurt, he lifted it to his mouth and licked off the excess yoghurt before placing it next to him on the countertop. Automatically, Mrs Choi’s hand swiped and took hold of the lid, placing it into the bin. Not on her clean countertop. He finally took a scoop of yoghurt with the spoon before guiding it into his mouth. And then curiosity hit him once more.

“오늘 밤 내가 왜 내 침실에 숨어 있어야 하는지 상기시켜주세요. 내가 해리포터?”

“Remind me why I have to hide away in my bedroom tonight. Am I Harry Potter?”

His mother scoffed, putting full force into the pumpkin she was attempting to cut the vegetable. A grin formed on her face, but Teo knew it wasn’t one filled with joy. Rather, it was one of those smiles that were attempting to cover up anything and everything that would be hurtful towards the boy. Once successfully chopping the pumpkin in half, releasing a sigh of success, she looked over at her son. With her free hand, she extended her arm and placed it upon Teo’s cheek, giving a small pat before speaking in a soft, low voice.

“왜 그런지 알잖아애기”

“You know why, baby”

Of course, he knew why. He just thought it was absolutely ridiculous.

Mr Cummingham had decided he wanted to invite some very important people over for dinner tonight. People who would help with the election and get him those votes that he needed. However, Angus Cummingham was yet to confess to the town about his family. They knew that he was married, yes. But did he have any children? Oh, God no. If the town were to find out about Teo, that would just be the worst thing in the whole world, according to Angus. And so, when he dropped by home this afternoon to declare that there would be a feast tonight, he looked Teo dead in the eye and told him you better be gone or in your bedroom by the time I get back home - or else before heading back to the office for another meeting. Speaking of the devil…

The front door creaked; Teo and his mother automatically stood up straight, the hairs on their necks standing. As if they were meerkats surveying for danger, their eyes glued on the front door. There was a grunt from the other side of the door, grumbling why is the door even locked?. Teo quickly looked at his mother, who was already looking at him with urgency. Silently, she nodded towards the kitchen door that connected to the back patio. Quickly scooping another mouthful or two of the yoghurt, he placed the almost completely empty tub and spoon on the countertop. He then proceeded to give his mother a rather dairy-filled kiss on the cheek before rushing s way out of the kitchen and into the backyard.

Thankfully, he had been able to make it pass Angus coming home, watching as the brute stomped his way into the house as he walked around from the backyard wheeling his bike along with him. Well, it was better to spend the night out rather than sitting in his bedroom all night, not being allowed to make a sound and pretending like he didn’t exist. Thankfully, the moment his father had banished him from being in the same household as him, Teo had sent his dear friend, Nat, a message asking what the hell was he going to do. And that, my friends, was how Teo Choi was now attending a party for the night.

The bike ride to Nat’s house wasn’t terrible considering they lived within the same neighbourhood. It was painful however as the sharp, icy wind hit against his face and stung his lungs. As he approached the house, he dismounted from his bike and ventured closer to the front gate. He could barely feel his fingers as he pressed against the doorbell button at the gate, giving a slight shiver in the cold. “Come on, Nat,” he chattered under his breath “I’m freezing my ass out here. Move your ass”

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  Alex woke late in the afternoon to find the apartment quiet and Cam already gone. She sat up in the bed as she tried to remember if he had said where he would be going but came up blank. Shrugging to herself Alex got up and pulled on a jumper as she made her way into the kitchen to make a coffee. She had been staying in Cams since Wednesday night and while she knew that Cam didn't mind her staying, Alex just hated feeling like she was a burden. She knew she would need to go home eventually but the thought of staying there again made her feel physically sick, she just hoped John had disappeared again like he normally does for months at a time but the only way she would know that would be to check in.
  
  After about an hour of lounging around, Alex eventually got changed and left Cam's apartment as she made her way towards her house. She knew neither Cam nor Opallo would be impressed to hear she had gone home on her own, not knowing if John was still around or not
  
  But hey, what they don't know can't hurt them
  
  As Alex neared her apartment she felt the knot in her stomach tighten and her heart felt as though it was going to beat right out of her chest and land on the dirty pavement in front of her. Taking a deep breath, Alex tried to calm her bubbling nerves, she couldn't show any fear. She knew that would only make it worse.
  
  Maybe he's not here, maybe he's already gone.
  
  Wishful thinking almost never ends well and while Alex was right that he was not in the apartment, she unfortunately was very wrong about him disappearing again. As she looked at the cheap engagement ring, that looked like it came out of a child's cereal box, on her mother's finger, Alex felt her heart stop as she clung to the couch for support. She couldn't believe this was happening, it meant he was never going away, it meant he was her new .... Alex forced the thought out of her head as she grimaced, she couldn't think that, he never would be any kind of parental figure to her.
  
  Without saying a word, Alex walked into her bedroom and took the black duffel bag from under her bed as she began to pack some more of her items. Enough clothes and gadgets that would get her through a few weeks of staying at Cam's or couchsurfing, just anywhere away from here. As she packed the last of her bits and closed the zip, Alex heard the front door open and her breathing stopped, John was home. She pushed herself against the wall as she tried to hide, listening to her mother and John talk before her mother mentioned Alex being home. "Come say hello to your new dad" amusement clear in Johns voice as she walked towards her room . "You'll never be my dad" Alex could feel the anger bubbling inside her, spilling out as she was unable to stop herself. "Fuck you".
  
  The footsteps stopped and Alex held her breath as she waited, her eyes darting between the bedroom door and the window trying to gauge if she had enough time to get out. "You ungrateful little bitch" John's voice filled the air as Alex grabbed the bag and ran to her window, bending just in time for an empty whiskey bottle to smash on the wall where her head had been only seconds before. She managed to slip out the window, leaving John grasping at empty air as Alex climbed down the fire escape and ran the whole way back to Cams apartment.
  
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  Anger, frustration, sadness, hopelessness. Alex had never felt so lost as her mind tried to comprehend the news she had found out today. She didn't want to know, she couldn't. She needed to forget, to escape from reality and that was when she remembered Luke was throwing a party.
  
  Exactly what I need.
  
  Alex texted into the group chat with both Cam and Opallo to see if they would be coming, after all Luke was her ex and she felt she needed the support just to get her through the door. Once the text was sent Alex made her way into the bathroom to shower before getting changed and doing her makeup. Admiring herself in the mirror, Alex lifted the bottle of whiskey she had found to her lips and took a large gulp as she did a small twirl. Grinning to herself as she gave herself a small approving nod.
  
  Alex moved into the sitting room, bottle in hand before putting on the speaker and pressing shuffle on her Spotify. It was too early to go to Luke's but that didn't mean the party couldn't start now. Routing in her handbag Alex found the small white bag she was looking for and made herself a line on the coffee table, bending down to take it before leaving the bag and rolled up note on the table as she sat back in her seat.
  
  "Too forgetting" she cheersed herself with a giggle in the empty apartment, lifting the bottle of whiskey into the air before taking another large gulp, grimacing as the liquid burned as she swallowed. The alcohol had finally hit and Alex stood up smiling to herself as she danced around the living room, all thoughts becoming mute as she allowed herself to get lost in the music.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Emily woke up that morning in great form, it was the weekend, her and Billy were in a good place again, Ava and Tori had confirmed they were getting ready in hers this evening and tonight was finally the night of Lukes party. Life was good and Emily was on crowd nine, nothing could destroy her buzz and she wouldn't let it.
  
  Emily had a nice relaxing day as she eagerly waited for the evening to come and the fun to begin. She walked the dog after school, taking the long way around the park, enjoying the cool autumn breeze before coming home and curling up on the couch to watch a few episodes of Supernatural, a nice relaxing afternoon before the madness this party would surely bring later.
  
  When she realised that the girls were due to arrive within the next two hours Emily pulled herself of the couch and went to have a shower. She completed her skincare routine before moving into her bedroom to dry her hair. Once dried Emily checked her phone and realised she still had a bit of time before the girls arrived. She sat down in front of her vanity mirror and loosely curled the bottom of her hair, something a little different to her regularly straight hair and smiled as she shook her head, allowing her hair to cascade down her back.
  
  Emily had an idea of what she was going to wear but decided to wait until the girls arrived to fully get changed and so for the time being she got into a pair of pajama shorts and one of Billy's t-shirts that she had. As she sat down to do her makeup she received a message to confirm the girls had arrived. Emily ran down and opened the door beckoning them into her home. "Hi Girls... I am so happy yous came" she exclaimed happily, giving Tori and Ava each a hug before motioning them upstairs. "I lost track of time so i still have to do my makeup and get changed" she confirmed as they walked up the stairs and into her room.
  
  Emily closed the door behind the girls as they entered the room and moved over to put her speaker on, throwing the phone at Ava to choose a song and set the mood.
  
  "I also got this earlier" Emily smirked as she opened her bottom drawer pulling out a bottle of vodka, bottles of coke and plastic cups were already on top of her dresser ready to be mixed. Emily poured three cups of vodka, a very small amount in one for Tori after she insisted that she didn't really drink before handing them to the girls. "To a good night" she cheersed before sitting down again in front of her mirror to do her makeup. "So how are yous, also I love the dress Tori its very cute". Emily watched as Tori blushed looking down at her own dress "Thanks, i wasnt really sure what to wear, is this alright?" she asked innocently. Emily nodded a grin lighting her features "it really suits you, i love it". Emily was delighted that Tori was coming with them that night, she knew Tori was still having a hard time trying to get over Ben and she hoped that being at a party might help her relax and forget even just for the night.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Tori was nervous to say the least. She was excited to go to the party but she was also nervous about the whole thing. She wasn't really a sociable girl, she never had been and so the thought of going to a party where probably about 80% of the school were going to be present was making her stomach do twists and turns for most of the day. She'd much rather just sit at home and re-read her favourite book, curled up in her reading area in her room with a cup of green tea. She cut this thought off as soon as it came into her head, knowing it was too late now after agreeing to go to Emily's before the party. She had no doubt, the girls would come and drag her kicking and screaming if she were to back out now.
  
  Tori couldn't relax, she tried to read or even get lost in a show but found herself just watching the clock or constantly checking the time on her phone. With three hours until she was expected to be at Emilys to go, Tori finally gave up on relaxing and went to her room to get ready for the night. She had no idea what to wear and decided to pick an outfit first.
  
  What do people wear to parties? Is it casual? dressy? a mix of both? Oh god why did i agree to this.
  
  Taking a few deep breaths to keep her anxiety at bay, Tori rooted through her wardrobe before landing on the perfect dress. She had no idea if it was suitable party attire but she was comfortable in that dress and so it was going to have to work. Tori was clumsy at the best of times so she knew that heels were not an option, instead opting for her brown berwick shoes.
  
  Dressy but practicable.. I think.
  
  Outfit now chosen, Tori decided to leave her hair down and straightened and set about doing her makeup. She never really practised makeup and so a simple covering was all she could really do, she always wanted to learn how to contour, winged eyeliner and other makeup tricks but had never really given it the time. Sighing she looked at herself in the mirror.
  
  This will do
  
  Checking the time again, Tori realised it was time to go towards Emily's and she felt the knot tighten in her stomach.
  
  They are my friends, this is ridiculous.
  
  Tori smiled as Emily greeted them at the door so enthusiastically, feeling the knot begin to slightly loosen. Hugs were exchanged and the girls made their way upstairs and into Emily's room. She watched as Emily and Ava interacted and stood awkwardly in the room unsure what to do.
  
  Emily smirked and pulled out vodka and Tori's eyes widened slightly as Emily began to pour one for all of them. "Oh no eh only a small bit for me please Emily" Tori stuttered. She was worried the girls would look differently on her but they didn't seem to pass a comment, only a soft reassuring smile from Emily acknowledged what she had said.
  
  When Emily mentioned her dress, Tori felt her cheeks blush as she looked down at her dress "Thanks, i wasn't really sure what to wear, is this alright" Emily confirmed the dress suited her and Tori grinned as she took a sip of her drink before sitting on Emily's bed.
  
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It was finally Friday night, school just let out and Mallory was headed home to pack a bag to head over to one of her best friend's houses, Penny, the two are pretty close, practically running the school as the two most popular girls. Tonight was the night that there was supposed to be a ridiculous party held at Luka Tellegio's house, this would be a great way to decompress from the stressful event that occurred the day prior.

Once she had arrived home, she entered the house only to find that her parents had left for the weekend once again, a note was laid on the kitchen counter, outlining when the two should be back home. After quickly scanning the letter, she discarded it in the nearest trash bin, it didn't really matter when they were returning, they would probably be leaving as soon as they got back home anyways.

Marching up the stairs to her room, she finds the nearest overnight bag, tossing pajamas and an outfit to change into when she arrived at Penny's house, the plan was to reconvene at the blonde's house later in the evening, but with the way this party was supposed to go, the two probably would not return until the next day.

With her bag packed, the girl was out the front door once again, making sure to lock it behind her, even though she lived in a nice neighborhood, you could never be too safe. She tossed her bag into the backseat, and climbed into the driver's, pressing the brake and pushing the start button, the engine roared to life. It took her a minute or two to get completely adjusted, but after everything was settled, she reversed out of her driveway and headed down the street.

Arriving at Penny's house, she immediately parked and hopped out of the car, reaching into the backseat to grab her items for the evening. Tonight was going to be one of the best nights, Luka was known for throwing absolute ragers, so hopefully, this one wouldn't be any different. Adjusting her oversized sweatshirt, Mallory made her way up to the front door, knocking on it and waiting for either Penny's parents or Penny herself to answer.

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To the uneducated and uninitiated, the date "January 20th," the start of the first weekend since the unfortunate return to school, held no significance. For anyone not living under a rock, the night was destined for fucking greatness.

The day, however, was proving itself to be a shitty one. Since her parents' return from Colombia the evening prior, her home had transformed from a desolate wasteland into its predecessor: a nuclear battlefield. She could only assume their ventures in her mother's homeland had been unsuccessful, but really couldn't be assed to inquire. Opening that can of worms for what would be nothing more than a confirmation or a dismissal was never going to be worth it.

It hadn't been all bad, though. The loneliness had sucked over the holidays, but it encouraged her to spend more time than usual in Church, connecting with God. God had been the one to make her otherwise miserable break worthwhile; Teo had had absolutely nothing to do with it whatsoever.

Anyways, a party was the perfect remedy for solitude, especially if you played your cards right. So, she'd spent the last half hour hour primping in front of the mirror, doing her best to ignore the cacophony of voices caused by the playing out of her very own real life telenovela.

Her outfit, immaculate by anyone's standards, had been put together the second Luke had told her about the party. Lacy and nothing but black, she wanted to ensure that he freshly dyed hair stood out against her clothing. She'd been hoping to finish before Teo pulled up to the gate, but perfection can't be rushed. Having invited him to the party less than half an hour earlier, she was unreasonably surprised when she heard the doorbell ring. Walking down the stars, she made a pitstop in the kitchen, where her glorious parents were currently chatting. Loudly.

"Can you guys pretend to be civil for, like, five minutes?"

Though the eye roll that accompanied her words had been intentional, her tone came across harsher than she would've liked and she exited the kitchen as quickly as she'd entered it. Her detour had proved successful enough, the home reverting to its previous eerie quiet.

The walk towards the door felt longer than she remembered it, her boots audible against the hardwood floors. Taking a deep breath and correcting her posture, she opened the door and stepped to the side, gesturing at Teo to come in.

"I gotta finish putting on my face real quick before we head out,"

she explained as they traversed the house's winding corridors toward her bedroom and away from the kitchen's line of sight. She'd walk them to the other side of the planet if it meant avoiding running into her parents.

Shutting and locking the door behind them - a recently acquired habit - she examined him from head to toe. With an eyebrow quirked, she grabbed at the collar of his jacket before saying,

"Yknow, bad bitches don't get cold."

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Cameron's mouth had been kept tightly shut for the majority of the exchange, the black and blue of his face a reminder of the trouble words could cause. He'd had his fun, and somehow the affiliates of his own gang felt like more of a potential threat than Octavian and them these days.

Pallo was safe, though. His company provided Cam with comfort despite his cousin's own wounds. Before he could answer Opallo's question, a man - older yet subordinate - informed the pair that they'd finished and were heading out. His eyes tracked the men as they carried the merchandise up the steps before he turned over to Pallo.

"I dunno, man,"

he said with a heavy sigh, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair.

Truth be told, a party sounded so fucking good right now. It'd been a week straight from Hell and the promise of it continuing lingered. The fact that it was Luke's party, however, made it far less interesting. That noodly asshole could-

Pallo's mention of Alex calmed Cam, quieting the rage slowly building up in his chest at the thought of her scumfuck ex boyfriend. In a somewhat shitty attempt to mask his concern, Cam shrugged before responding,

"Could go just to keep an eye on 'er."

He knew she didn't need to be babysat - and that she'd gut him for even entertaining the idea - but after everything that had happened, he wanted to be there for her.

Before he could address the second, heavier part of his cousin's line of questioning, both of their phones buzzed. His stomach dropped, initially assuming something had somehow already gone wrong with the drops, but relief flooded his system when he saw Alex's name on his screen.

"We should at least check it out,"

he said, waiting for Pallo's response rather than answering Alex's message immediately.

"You know I got your back, man,"

he continued, remnants of a half-smile forming on his face as his gaze dropped to the older boy's wound.

"We'll be straight."

"So help me God."

He wasn't sure he could handle any more violence or drama after the week they'd had - an unfortunate circumstance considering his current career path. Realistically, he just hoped that shit could wait 'til Monday.

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Despite the three layers of clothing (shirt, jumper and jacket), Teo Choi was still shivering as he stood in the cold, waiting for his friend. His hands dug deep into his jacket’s pockets, curling his fingers in an attempt to feel them once more. He had never been too good with the cold. Ironic, considering how cold his house always felt. If he had it his way, he would move to some tropical island with lots of heat and humidity and spend the rest of his life basking in the gorgeous sunshine rays that fell from the sky above him. So that’s why when his dear friend finally reached the door to allow him in, his face looked completely and utterly bewildered by her appearance. Was she not cold in that?! Where was the rest of her clothes?!

Almost too stunned to say anything, Teo rested his bike along the porch and followed Nat into the house. Closing the door as quickly and quietly as possible, he began to follow the girl through the house like an obedient little puppy. Finally, once within her bedroom, he released a sigh of relief; warm. He did notice, however, the click of a lock of the door as Nat closed it. Oh, how lucky she was to have a lock. He discovered his lock when he was six years old and once his father found that out, he replaced all the door knobs within the house (apart from his office, bedroom and main doors) with ones with no locks. Teo had half a mind to purchase his own damn door lock and install it into his door some days.

Nat grabbed his collar, teasing him how bad bitches don’t get cold. Without a second of hesitation or thought, Teo automatically lifted his fist and gave her a playful punch in the arm. “Bad bitches don’t get hypothermia either” he snapped back before turning towards Nat’s bed. He walked over with a bounce to his step, stretched his arms out as if he was being crucified and landed on the bed with a flop, face first into the mattress. Ah, yes. This was nice and warm. Warm. That damn girl was going to freeze tonight, wasn’t she? With his arms still spread out, he lifted his head from the plush mattress and cranked it around to look at Nat “Which brings me to my next question. Where is the rest of your outfit? Are you planning on waiting until your nips get frozen enough that you can go around cutting car windows with them and robbing people’s cars?”

Shifting around on the bed, he moved from his belly to his side, propping up his head thanks to the support of his elbow and hand so he could get a better view of the girl. “Unless… Is this like, you know… Peacocking?” His eyes widened and his mouth agape “Oh my God, it so is. You’re trying to get laid or something tonight, aren’t you? Your eggs are screamin’ at you - it’s ovulation time! Let’s get fertilised!” In typical Teo manner, his smoothing voice only began to get progressively louder and faster as he continued to speak of the topic. Have you ever heard the saying think before you speak? Well, despite having the saying drilled into his brain, it was still something that Teo didn’t do.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Let me be your wingman tonight! I’ll make sure you’re getting the best dick in the crowd! You can’t be putting any of that F-grade dick in you. That shit is just nasty. Dudes don’t know you gotta clean your foreskin, and it not only shows, but it smells like fucking nasty ass mould. You, Nat, are at least worth a C-grade dick. And I can help you get that C-grade dick. Give me twenty bucks, and I’ll see if I can score you a B grade one. Can’t make you any promises considering the number of assholes we have at our school. The B-grade pickings are slim.” A grin spread across his face, ear to ear, as he stretched out his hand towards the girl as if to offer to shake her own. “We have a deal?”

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  It was finally friday and Penny couldn't be happier as she left school that day. It had been an interesting start back to school, to say the least and Penny was still a little on edge. After all first morning back in school she had been hiding in the girls bathroom from a potential shooter with a group of boys covered in blood and bruises and topping it all off one had pulled out a knife. It was almost ridiculous to think about, like something out of a sitcom and Penny would be lying if she said she hadn't been looking around for hidden cameras since then.
  
  As she drove home towards her house Penny found her mind going back to the same loop it had been stuck on since the bathroom.
  
  Would i be the main character or just the sidekick or would i just be an extra ... probably the unfortunate extra.
  
  Penny already felt as though she was an extra in the story of her own life, she was a follower, the dreamer and comedic relief, that was her role and she played it well. Sometimes she wanted more, to be taken more seriously to just be more
  
  But who would tolerate me if i changed.... who would i even change into
  
  The thought passed as quick as it arrived however and it wasnt long before Penny was pulling into her driveway singing along to Wolves by Selena Gomez & Marshmallow at the top of her lungs. She waited in the car until the song ended then grabbed her bag and made her way into the house. She knew it wasnt going to be long until Mallory arrived and Penny wanted to get the last minute details done, like drinks and snacks so that if anyone was home, her parents or Pennys annoying sister than at least interactions could be kept to the absolute minimum.
  
  Penny was relieved to discover her parents weren't home from work yet, thankful that it meant Mallory shouldn't experience the normal hostililty of the Jones household where her parents arguments normally filled every room. She moved into her father's study and fished out a bottle of vodka from the back of the alcohol press, one she knew her father wouldn't even notice was gone and brought that as well as mixers, straws and glasses to her room.
  
  In perfect timing the doorbell rang just as Penny dropped the items in her room and she threw her phone on the bed as she ran down to get it. "Hey Mal" the usual perkiness of Penny's voice present in her tone as she stepped back to allow Mallory to enter her home. She led Mallory up to her room, a slight bounce to her step as she climbed the stairs "I'm so excited for this party tonight" she exclaimed as they entered the room. Penny turned on her speaker and selected a playlist of the chat songs before motioning towards the drinks on her dresser with a smirk and wiggle of her eyebrows "Robbed that as well, wont even be missed"
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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