Realistic or Modern hollywood arts: main (open!!)

Kitsune2202 · Sep 8, 2021

Dangerously Soft
Amethyst Jones

@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their status to:
It all comes down to this...

@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their outfit to:
Project Outfit

@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their location to:
Arts Fest

@If.U.Seek.Amy has mentioned:
Lucky, Dei, Nate

@If.U.Seek.Amy has interacted with:
Remi ( AkuTheWolfOkami )

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There were some things in life Amy really never expected herself to do outside of maybe a movie scene or a music video...and even then it was a stretch. Somehow things kept getting added to that list the longer she attended Hollywood Arts High school. Today's edition? Zooming like she was in the crazy taxi game through a large crowd of people in a golf cart to try and make her performance on time.

Lucky had certainly pulled through for her in a big way because what a rush, and what a risk. they could've seriously gotten in trouble for that, or even gotten hurt but apparently he knows his way behind a wheel and for that she was grateful. Not just for getting her there on time, but for the laughs in the process. He'd effectively shaken her of all her stage nerves since she was instead holding on for dear life not to fall from the cart. She'd even instinctively grabbed onto him a few times as they hit a few of the bumps along the way.

All in all they made it and Amy prompted hoped out of the cart and steadied herself. Boy was she dizzy, but the bubble of laughter that left her lips once she was on solid ground was confirmation that she'd definitely had a blast. The only rush that was going to beat that was her on stage. She turned back to face him with a bright smile and quickly wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, "I totally owe you one Lucky, you're the best!" She chimed excitedly out of breath before taking off back stage to get mic'd up for her show.

All she could hope for at that point was that he didn't get in trouble for the aftermath and was still able to see the fruits of his labor in her performance.

Just like that in the blink of an eye it was time. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to leave everything backstage. She needed to be 100% in the zone when she stepped out onto this stage because everyone in that audience deserved nothing less from her.

It'd been a hell of a semester and this was supposed to be the triumphant end to it. The proof that all those haters and nay sayers were wrong about her. She could and would stand tall and strong all on her own. She didn't need anyone but herself and her music. Her talent was more then enough to give her the success she dreamed of. She didn't need Dei, or Nate, or to be the hottest or baddest bitch in the school to be on top. She didn't need any of that. Her heartbreak didn't have to define her.

She'd cried tears of gold for Dei, and now she was ready for those same tears to water a beautiful garden for herself of roses. All the negative whispers that haunted her in these darkest moments could be turned to cheers amping up her damaged self confidence into something to be proud of.

Her song was called 'My Way' and that was exactly how things needed to be from this day forward. She needed to step into a place where things where her way or the highway instead of letting her generosity be her fatal flaw.

She'd worked hard on the effects, and shooting the music video and so as the first beat dropped her eyes shot open. She stepped out allowing her stage persona to completely take over her mind and body. It was insane really how different Amy J the performer was from Amy the regular day to day student. Even more so how different both girls were from little nobody Amethyst from before stepping foot on HA's campus.

"I'm like a gun with no bullets
You could touch me, squeeze me, won't bust if you pull it
Take my number, you can have it
You could call me, text me, I'll look past it."

Every sway of her hips, and flick of her wrist was a mesmerizing pull for her audience. She oozed sex appeal that she could claim her management team created, but truth be told it was something that'd always been inside her, she was just too shy to ever own it (Despite her best friend ALWAYS saying it). That's why this was the only place it was allowed to roam free. This was the only place where she could show her sassy attitude because it was just her talking to the world and not an individual. There was no residual guilt of how someone would take it, or retaliation. There were no feelings to hurt because she was just expressing herself.

This was the one place she could express herself to the fullest and people actually listen. Did they believe it? Some did, some didn't and that was also a beautiful part of it all. If it hurt or offended then she could smile and say it's just part of the act. She had such a sweet deposition that no one would question it. But for those who believed and loved it then their was empowerment.

Truth be told their was a hidden dagger in her honey laced persona. Even if she couldn't quite understand it herself yet. It was there and this was it's time to shine.

"If you don't know how to treat a woman
Close your eyes, ain't no point in looking
Over here with the weak shit
Get out of here with the weak shit
You won't get nowhere with that
I had your type before, no I don't want that back
Don't want that back"

She smirked and played with the crowd a slight bite of her lip there and a wag of her finger here. This was something especially impactful for anyone (fans included) who knew her drama. This was after all her self confidence anthem. The call out on not just Dei, but of every man who'd done her wrong. That she was done playing nice, with them. She was done with the type of guys who wanted her without wanting to genuinely do right by her. Her previous songs were bitter and enraged, but this was different. This was merely an 'I'm done.'

There were also quite a few lines that were direct call outs to Dei like "If we break up, don't roll up, 'cause we lost the fire" referring to when he had the audacity to try and talk to her after their break up and wanna work together.

Her natural stage presence mixed with some fire choreography made her performance a stellar one. She had Oates to thank for that since he was the original one to help her in her dancing to begin with.

As her performance came to a close and she sang out the last few lines of the chorus she couldn't help but spot Remi in the crowd. She winked and kissed her two fingers before blowing it out to him. She'd noticed him long before then, but considering the nature of the song it was much better for her to focus on the feelings that helped her create the lyrics rather then the new found feelings she had for him since after all...the hope was he wasn't just another guy who this song would one day apply to as well.

As the song faded out she blew kisses out to the crowd in general and waved to everyone a few moments before heading off backstage. Still fueled by the high from her performance she didn't even head back to her dressing room yet. There was only one face she wanted to see right now. One voice she needed to hear say he enjoyed the show. Just the one. While she didn't wanna admit to needing anyone's validation (because that would kinda defeat the purpose of the song lyrics) she did. She craved it right now.

Once her eyes eventually landed on him her smiled brightened ten fold and she jumped throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace not caring who was around to see, "Babe! What's you think!?"

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natsukashii · Sep 9, 2021

Simone Gutierrez

“I understand needing a break, but you did amazing out there!”

Simone found herself looking up at Alex. She still wasn’t out of her head and it showed by how little she smiled - but she did. It was odd for her to feel like this, to not have some kind of comeback or comment that blurred the line between what a friend could say and someone who wanted more would say. She always had that waiting somewhere. When Alex least expected it, Simone let it rip like that catchphrase of that old animated series her brothers got her into way back when. Beyblade or something, wasn't it?

She didn’t know, but looking at Alex with that partial smile, she really did appreciate having the girl in her corner. It was nice and it made her not feel so alone. Not that she still thought her family ghosted her on purpose. It was complicated, her family. There was so much uncertainty there and she knew that if they could make it they would have. But it still hurt.

“I’m serious! I may not be a fashion expert, but everything you chose was beautiful.”

“And I wouldn’t have gotten inspired if it wasn’t for you showing me that thrift store.”

Sometimes, Simone really did suffer in taking compliments and just smiling and nodding. Sometimes she just didn’t know when to shut up.

I’m just saying ...if there’s anyone who belongs in the spotlight, it’s you.”

And there was another compliment. And there came a wider smile making itself comfortable on Simone Gutierrez’s face. As much as she wanted to fight Alex on everything she was saying, which might make her sound like a hypocrite, she just didn’t have the mental energy. She really wasn’t feeling like herself.

And it really boiled down to a few things. Of course, her family being somewhere else was one, but maybe it was Alex too? Not because she felt undeserving of the compliments and the praise and all of the kind sentiments she sent her way, but just how things became for them for the longest time.

Well, she says longest time, but it’s only been since lock-in.

Lock-in…

Just thinking about it made Simone’s stomach tighten up. She wasn’t as drunk as she might’ve let on, but parts of that night were a mystery of her for the longest time, but she remembered it in full now. She got drunk. Almost to the point of being hammered and there was a moment between them where they almost kissed.

And god if Simone didn’t feel a ton of regret in hindsight because that wasn’t how she wanted it to go.

Well, she didn’t know what it was. It was an almost kiss. It was her intentionally making things highly suggestive with what she said. It was Simone not using her brain for once and going heavy with Alex. It was…

Wrong.

And after all that, contact with Alex had been minimal at best. And here they were, alone together again and all she could think was how much she didn’t want to bring it up, but…

“If it isn’t about your ability to be absolutely astonishing inside and out, and you actually need a moment alone, I’ll make myself scarce--”

“No, don’t leave..”

God, what did she just say?

Ay Dios mio! I didn’t just…

She cleared her dry throat, which was to be expected. “I mean…” Her voice was hoarse and her throat also felt tight. “You don’t have to leave, right? At least not until I feel like facing people.”

There was something in Simone’s eyes that said more than her words could ever say. In her dark eyes, there was a thousand words that begged Alex to stay. For whatever it was worth, she just needed to not be alone right now; she just didn’t know how to vocally express it, is all.

mood
Yearning for company

location
Arts Fest

outfit
Hot in pink

playing...
Royal

by Dounia

mentions
Family and Alex

interactions
Alex

tags

Soap

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Xed · Sep 9, 2021

Dalton Kirby

Fuck Damien Slater.

Fuck Miranda Slater.

Fuck George Kirby.

Fuck Evelyn ‘Can’t Keep My Mouth Shut’ Sinclaire.

And fuck everyone else on twitter and at this damn school and at –

You know what?

Just fuck everything.

Dalton tightened his grip on the pack of cigarettes he had stolen from Slater, imagining himself choking the life out of everyone who had pissed the living daylights out of him today with every curse he let fly in his head. The scowl on his face made some of those who saw it flinch as he stalked passed them. He hadn’t stopped walking since he cursed out that wretched mother-son pair and stormed off before his father could nab him. Nor had he stopped when his phone started buzzing with cries of help from his personal punching bag and he opened twitter to see it abuzz with the news that he and Slater were ‘brothers’ from none other than Evelyn Sinclaire. He could kill her right now and about a dozen other people. Just string them all up like a bunch of chickens and skewer them with a totem pole. Slater of course had been doing a piss poor job of trying to turn the narrative around and keep their ‘familial relationship’ secret, not that he expected any better from him, but it just made his blood boil even more to think about how much of a screw up he was and what a fucking mess the ass had made in the first place.

At this point he could barely see straight from all the rage that was building up in his gut and all the bloody and dark thoughts that flooded his head. He needed to find something to let out his frustration on that was not a now limp and crushed pack of cigarettes or a human being unless he wanted to end up with a suspension or worse and make a fucking shitty day even more shitty.

As he turned a corner to get away from the increasingly suffocating crowd, a teenager with his back turned as he yelled at his friends to hurry, had the misfortune of bumping, back first, right into Dalton’s chest, dropping his things in the process. The boy turned around, a loopy stupid looking grin still on his face as he opened his mouth to throw out a lazy apology when he caught sight of the glare on Dalton’s face. In an instant he clamped his mouth shut, barely squeaking out a sorry as he hurriedly stooped down to pick up his fallen belongings. Dalton’s eyes followed his figure, spotting a lighter amongst the scattered items he scrambled to gather. As the boy returned to standing position, Dalton reached down and plucked the lighter wordlessly out of his hands, silencing the half formed protest on the boy’s lips with another piercing glare before he continued to stalk off in search of his quiet corner, apparently a near impossible fucking find on a day like this where it seemed like every damn person in the world wanted to be at the school. Maybe he ought to ‘drop’ the lighter on a patch of grass somewhere, let the whole place fucking burn along with George, and Miranda, and Slater, and every damn person in this fucking hell hole.

He slid the lighter into his pocket, letting it settle in next to the cigarettes which he pulled out and burned holes into as he rounded another corner in search of somewhere quiet. The thing was crushed to hell and falling to bits in his hands but one or two or them were still somewhat intact. Guess the fucking brat’s cancer giver would actually have some use to him. Would be nice if it did its job and served Slater up with the shit they plastered all over the packaging by now though. Stupid useless things.

Dalton rounded another corner and finally, a patch of quiet at the back of one of the buildings – occupied by a bunch of dazed looking teenagers. Fucking hell. Muttering under his breath, he stalked over, mercilessly crushing the grass underfoot until he came to stop in front of the group, his figure looming over them. The one thing worth a damn he inherited from his shitty old man was this height of his. Useful for moments of intimidation among other things.

“Scram.” He ordered coldly, his voice cutting like ice as the group took in his presence. One or two of them seemed ready to protest, to tell him to scram instead, but a couple of others pulled them back shaking their heads as they muttered amongst themselves.

“Dude let’s just go.” They whispered as they slowly moved to clear the area, their eyes constantly flitting over to him as they gathered their belongings and trudged out of there, whispering some rather unsavoury words and angry mutterings once they thought they were out of earshot. Dalton couldn’t care less though. He’d found his quiet spot at long last, now he could finally fucking breathe. His twitter was off, his phone was muted, Miranda wasn’t around, neither was Slater and it was just… peaceful. For the first time since he got out of the car that day. Unfortunately, just a little peace wasn’t gonna cut it with helping him cool his head, you know before he really went and did something like set this whole damn place ablaze.

As he sat there, back against the building, he lit one of the cigarettes that had survived his chokehold, tossing the rest, and the unlit lighter to the side as he took a puff, and then started hacking. Fuck, he really hated the stuff, the smoke just clogged his lungs right up, but when he needed to snuff out some anger, it always seemed to do the trick. Didn’t change the fact that he really fucking hated it though. God it was acrid. He coughed again as he took another puff, then closed his eyes and tossed his head back, letting out a deep, calming breath. The noise from the festival seemed to fade into the distance and the tension in his muscles started to lift as the world drifted away.

And then his senses snapped back to attention as the sound of feet intruding on the grass pricked his ears, and he felt an approaching presence.

“Get lost.” Dalton groaned, not bothering to open his eyes or shift his position as he continued sit there, waiting for the person who had intruded on him to do the smart thing and disappear.

mood
Disappear

location
arts fest

outfit
dapper

playing...
song title here

by artist here

mentions
N/A

interactions
Adriane

tags

Winona

Soap · Sep 10, 2021

Livanna Moore
"Find the positive in everything. ”

@Livieeee is has updated her status to:

@Livieeee has interacted with:
Nickie, Hunter

@Livieeee has mentioned:
N/A

@Livieeee has set her outfit to:
Sparkly-Sexy

@Livieeee has tagged:

ditto

natsukashii

She hated him.

Maybe Liv wouldn’t admit that to anyone in public, but since she wasn’t saying it outloud, she could say it as many times as she wanted. And so, her mind repeated the same thing over and over as he pretended to seem super cool and unbothered in front of Nickie.

It bothered her because she didn’t believe he was unbothered.

He cared.

Or else he wouldn’t be having this conversation with her.

They wouldn’t be this…

Angry at each other if they didn’t care.

She tried to tell Nickie it wasn’t worth it.

That they shouldn’t go to see his show.But, even if she was a newfound friend, Nickie was still stubborn as ever. And honestly, it kinda killed her mood a little.

She didn’t think it was very impressive.

She could do that with a guitar.

…

She could.

Okay, so acoustic is more her style but that doesn’t matter. Liv totally could’ve pulled that off.

And, she didn’t like his song.

So ha.

In your face.

As soon as his song came to an end, Liv kept taking worried glances towards Nickie as it went on. It was loud, dumb, the lyrics sucked. He sucked.

It all sucked.

…

It probably sucked more for Nickie than it did her.

Sigh.

His song came to an end and Livanna bit the corner of her lip.

She wasn’t really sure what to say, and whatever she was going to would probably be drowned out by the applause that was going on.

Instead of saying much of anything and allowing Nickie to just… stand there. She grabbed her by the hand and escorted her out, gently weaving and pushing through the crowd of people.

Once they were out, she opened her mouth to say something but closed it. She was gonna say, ‘I don’t think you’re bitter.’ but that probably would’ve made her feel worse. “... I think we did way better.” Liv smiled, or at least, she tried to smile.

A half-hearted smile.

She wasn’t entirely lying.

Hunter was good and all but he sucked.

You know what wasn’t bitter?

Ice cream.

Because it was sweet.

Real good observation, Liv.

“I don’t know if you’re still up for going out, but…”

She couldn’t stay here or go home and wallow about her ex boyfriend being the worst ex boyfriend ever. See, this is why Liv should’ve warned Nickie about him beforehand.

That probably would’ve gone really bad though.

She could see it now.

“I slept with your boyfriend forever ago.”

“What?”

Cue the rage of Nickie.
…

She still didn’t get why she wasn’t mad at her.

Liv never would’ve thought that Nickie would’ve been okay with any of her boyfriend’s exes. A girl like Nickie felt like one of those girls to get amazingly jealous and threaten everything she had, but that wasn’t the case.

Nickie was surprising her more and more by the second.

Who knew she was capable of it?

(To be fair, it isn’t really hard to impress Livanna Moore, but let Nickie take the points because she’s probably depressed.)

“Ice cream is good celebration,” Liv said simply, in the same tone Nickie used earlier tonight but with a litttttleeeeeee more pep in her step.

Er.

Voice.

Oh, it didn’t matter!

Liv backed up towards the exit, her back hitting the door with a soft thud. She didn’t wait for her to reply-- because she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

She just waited for her to follow.

Ice cream fixes everything.

Even little hearts that didn’t deserve to be hurt in the first place.

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Soap · Sep 10, 2021

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how she's feeling...

Curious, amused
what she's wearing...

Willa (Warren, but gender swapped.)
where she's at...

Backstage
in the conversation...

Stella, Kitsune2202

Chanel Clairmont

Visuals~ 17 ~ Actress

Chanel knew she didn’t agree with what she was saying. The way her eyes narrowed, nose scrunched, the way her body had shifted ever so slightly.

She didn’t make a comment about it though. Everyone was allowed to have their own opinions no matter how wrong they may be, that was her own truth.

If Stella had somehow believed that it took more than an ounce of talent to read a few lines on stage-- then she was…

Chanel huffed, deciding to quiet her thoughts.

It wasn’t surprising. So nobody start acting as if she just granted someone a whole soul. Chanel just decided to focus on their conversation at hand instead of judging her silently.

Something told her there would be plenty of time to do that later.

For now, this interaction required her full attention.

Stella didn’t seem fazed by Chanel.

She was curious-- and ever so amused.

There were very few people who challenged Chanel, many would put their head down, avoid her gaze, mumble something about her being right just for them to get a free escape. The younger girl hopped off the chair, a grin plastered onto her face, holding her gaze with ease.

“Thanks for the insight.”

Chanel didn’t say a word. Instead, crossing her arms and giving the girl a once over, giving her a small but firm nod for a reply.

She hadn’t expected a fifteen year old to have such a backbone. The thought alone had her fighting a grin from appearing onto her face.

It was fairly easy, too.

She had an amazing poker face.

"As it's said,” Chanel rose an eyebrow, awaiting for Stella to continue.

“‘No legacy is so rich as honesty.’ So, thank you for your honesty.”

Believe it or not, Chanel was the one to break eye contact as the grin she fought suddenly appeared. “You’re welcome.” The blonde gave the girl a last, but approving nod.

It was rare for Chanel to say she respected someone on the first meeting alone... though it wasn’t impossible, and it wasn’t because she had her own quote to share. Stella was just one of the very few people who actually returned her energy.

"I hope you have time to enjoy the show if you choose to come and see it.”

Stella smiled, and Chanel’s grin had faded.

Her gaze wandered, clearly taking her invitation into account. It wasn’t as though she had plans. Especially after seeing her siblings’ show, Chanel’s schedule was entirely free.

It’d be rude to leave when nothing else was on her agenda.

She was quite interested in catching a glimpse of the sophomore’s talent. That is-- if she genuinely had any.

“I'll be sure to showcase your definition of real talent, with a little added spice of my own."

Tsk, tsk. Children.

They took everything you said into account.

(Yes, Stella was only two years younger than Chanel, but Nellie was clearly a forty year old woman in a seventeen year old’s body.)

An old soul, if you will.

“I’ll be there.” Chanel assured her, Stella had said her goodbyes with a wave, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

Now that she was alone... a glance in the mirror and Chanel scrunched her nose at the sight of herself.

As much as Chanel loved history and almost everything to do with it-- she absolutely despised the clothing.

Disgusting.

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ditto · Sep 10, 2021

victoria shantel sterling

You see, there was this thing about Victoria. You seriously couldn’t tell a single effing soul this, either — it was top secret, classified information that she would only admit once. Were you listening? No? Okay, yeah, even better.

Tori was honestly…so, so, so bad with interacting with adults.

She’d forgotten that fact when she’d hurriedly ~~demanded~~ requested that Bailey distract her, but now that Bailey, well, was actually…going through with it, Tori was reminded of the little factoid that, oh, wait, holy crapping fudge balls, Batman, I fucking suck with…grownups. Crossing her arms over her chest, she breathed in a sigh, mentally preparing herself for what she was going to have to do: turn the whole mature look up to a hundred, keep her eyes down, and lie, lie, lie. That was the way to impress parents, and, well, Tori existed to impress.

“If they ask, by the way,” Bailey said, “we’ve been friends for…at least since I got here. Y’know, like how we’ve been friends since diapers to your parents.”

Tori nodded as she followed them. “Right, right.“ She cleared her throat, setting her face seriously, and then she shot Bailey finger guns. “Hey, bestie, how are you doing?” she said, heightening and sweetening her voice. “You know, another person said that we were, like, attached at the hip today. Like, can’t say that we’re wrong. How’s, like, that huge mole you have on your back? Did you get it checked out?” She chuckled at herself, poising up an eyebrow, and when she spoke, her voice was back to its normal timbre and pitch. “Exactly like that, I know. I just perfectly interpreted the vision of our longtime friendship you had in your head, yeah?” she joked.

A line of worry worked itself between her eyebrows they both continued towards…uh…impress the parents of a virtual strangerville. Did she look okay? She’d fixed herself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom, but evidently, she’d looked distressed enough for Bailey to mention it. How was her hair, though? She looked down at her skirt. Were there wrinkles she wasn’t seeing?

Crossing her fingers, she prayed quickly, Just let this be…not…awkward.

—

“Tori, this is my family. Family, this is Tori.”

Hell, this was awkward. She felt all of their eyes on her, and she was already sweating.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, she was chill. Yeah. Yes. Collected, calm, and very, very cool. As a matter of fact, the coolest person their child had ever met — but also the most respectable person. Of course.

Smiling as warmly as possible, Tori gave a small wave at her chest. “Hi.” She held her hand out for them to shake. “Tori. As Bailey said.”

“It’s very good to meet you, Tori,” said Bailey’s dad.

“Nice to meet you, too,” she agreed with a nod.

“You’re a Sterling right?”

“Yes, I am,” she answered. There was a little, strange swell of pride mixed with shame in her chest. He knew her name — this stranger knew her name. She was famous, you know. An actual celebrity. Did you want an autograph? Fifteen bucks, thanks.

Her name wasn’t cheap.

But also…maybe he just knew her name from her fighting parents.

“We saw your collection,” he said, answering her internal question of which one it was, and there was another swell in her chest. “The forbidden romance one in particular was fascinating to us, what is your writing process like?”

Tori’s smile broadened. “Oh, I —“

“Your parents don’t mind that we’re bringing you for dinner, right?” Bailey’s mother asked.

“Oh, uhm…” I have a reading to do in an hour and a half…

I’ve got to find Beth…

“No, no.” She shook her head. “I should be good, thank you.”

Those things…they could…wait?

mood
hi : )

location
the celestial theater

outfit
dressy

playing...
be nice to me

by the front bottoms

mentions
beth

interactions
bailey

tags
@qunqun

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ditto · Sep 10, 2021

nickie abrams.

Hunter leaned close to her, smiling, and even though she knew that obviously, it was fake, and obviously, he was smiling because he fucking hated her, she couldn’t help but feel a little flutter in her heart. Being this close to his smile again — his smile that was for her, regardless of the circumstances and the feelings behind them — made her heart fucking stupid. “Is that so?” he said.

“Fucking obviously,” she said shortly, her blue, angry eyes searching his face. “I might not know who you are, Hunter, but I know how you work.”

Her heart was thudding in her chest. Thump, thump, thump.

He lifted his hand, and he — what the fuck? Instinctively, Nickie froze up, her heart drumming in her constricted throat. For a few tense moments, her heart beat slowly in her chest, and for some fucking reason, everything inside of her save for that still, small voice were begging him:

Just kiss me again.

It felt as though, if he kissed her now, everything could be good for at least a moment. Everything could be ignored, and they could just fucking reminisce and live in their stupidity in a single moment — in a single kiss. For a second, they could be Nickie and Hunter together again and shit like that.

Kiss me.

And then, instead of brushing back her hair from her face, he ran his hand through his own hair. “Guess we’ll never know.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach, a deep red blooming on her cheeks as the angriness seeped back into her gaze. Taking a step back from him, she felt the sudden urge to vomit.

She was physically sick of him — and physically sick of herself.

She jerked her head back up to him and opened her mouth to spout off, but a voice cut in: “Hunter Drake?”

Nickie turned towards the voice just as Hunter raised his hand and called, “Over here!”

“Amazing! You’re on in twenty.”

“Okay thank you!”

Nickie’s brows knit together as the woman walked away. Hunter chuckled, and just as she looked to him, he brushed his shoulder against hers, whispering, “We both know you’re going to watch me.”

As his figure retreated, Nickie watched him go. Her eyes were wide, and she had no explanation, but she just couldn’t fucking look away from him. She wanted to call after him or something, “Fuck you, there’s no way I’m going to see that shitty performance,” but she just…she couldn’t even fucking open her mouth.

When the door shut behind him, she still stared at it for a few moments, and then she turned to Liv. With lowered eyebrows, Nickie opened her mouth to give some sort of angry remark.

But the thing that came out was a dejected, “Let’s go see his shit.”

—

They’d somehow managed seats two rows from the front.

“Liv —“ Nickie started, but the lights suddenly clicked on, and there — there he was.

She was almost breathless, looking up there at him. Though anger burned in her chest, she couldn’t help but be completely fixated on him.

“Before I begin,” he started, smiling, “I’d like to dedicate this song to a special person in my life.”

Nickie froze. Was it…her?

“I couldn’t finish this song if this wasn’t for her. She was both the reason I wrote it and why I finished it. So, wherever you are, this one is for you.”

Me…

It had to be.

He stood there, and Nickie sat, tense with curiosity and this fluttering in her heart.

This song was about her…about her…

He closed his eyes.

Thump, thump, thump…

And then, with a roar, the music started with a blaring wall of sound, and Hunter’s energy kicked up, his head banging aggressively. When he held the microphone to his mouth, his eyes locked on her face in the crowd, one of the few illuminated by a stream of purple light pointed towards the audience.

And beneath her confused gaze, Hunter began:

Your name, your face, is all you have left now
Betrayed. Disgraced.
You've been erased.

…what?

And as the stillness settled after his words, Nickie felt her heart give a squeeze.

And suddenly, he exploded with angry words: “So LONG! —“

Nickie was entirely immobilized as she watched her ex boyfriend slam around the stage, completely astounded, her heart slowly sinking back down to her stomach until the final notes.

Her vision was blurry, and she was struggling for air.

“Fucking…piece of shit,” she hissed beneath her breath, closing her eyes, lowering her head, and pressing the meat of her palms into her eyeballs to keep herself from losing it.

In the clamor that followed as the band exited the auditorium, Nickie just tried to hold herself together, through the burning cheeks and teary eyes and everything. God…God, she felt like shit.

She hated him. She fucking hated him.

This hurt.

“I think we did way better.”

Nickie lifted her eyes, gazing with confused eyes at the girl beside her, her brows knitting together.

Liv gave her a small smile. “I don’t know if you’re still up for going out, but…”

“No,” Nickie said, but her voice didn’t cut through any more than a breath.

“Ice cream is a good celebration,” Liv said, her voice too fucking happy.

But before Nickie could protest anymore, Liv took her hand and pulled her towards the exit.

“Hey!” she cried softly. “You’re going to rip my damn arm off!”

But still, as Liv pulled her further and further away from the auditorium, the corners of her lips tinged up slightly.

Slightly.

……………………

10:59 PM: nickie abrams has unblocked Hunter Drake.

10:59 PM: nickie abrams is typing…

Hunter I know what I said tod|

11:03 PM: nickie abrams is typing…

Hunter I know what I said today but i promise u that i didnt mean half of that shit bc idk i just want to hate u so much. but i miss u so much right n|

11:10 PM: nickie abrams is typing…

Hunter I know what I said today but i promise u that i didnt mean half of that shit bc idk i just want to hate u so much. but i miss u so much right now. i swear that i am so sorry. i just really want u back. can i s|

11:10 PM: NEW MESSAGE FROM Hunter Drake

CLICK

So you come crawling back

...

11:10 PM: nickie abrams is typing…

Hunter I know what I said today but i promise u that i didnt mean half of that shit bc idk i just want to hate u so much. but i miss u so much right now. i swear that i am so sor|

Hunter I know what I said today but i promise u that i didnt mean half of that shit bc idk i just want to hate u so muc|

Hunter I kno|

Hu|

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Fuck it.

fuck u|

ENTER

11:10 PM: NEW MESSAGE FROM nickie abrams

fuck u

11:10 PM: nickie abrams has blocked Hunter Drake.

—

I know, I know I should leave
But I can't
It's like I'm standing at the bottom of a hole
With a shovel in my hand

mood
...

location
...

outfit
...

playing...
normal

by nickie.

mentions
n/a

interactions
liv & hunter

tags

Soap

natsukashii

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ditto · Sep 11, 2021

victoria shantel sterling

If you hadn’t learned by now, she would tell you, point-blank: Victoria knew best. As a seasoned member of society and a girl who had lived more life than even, like, hundred-year-olds had, Tori obviously had the right answers and the right thoughts about everything and always said and did the right things, because she was always right, in every circumstance. Always.

And, most of all, she was definitely right about what she did at the Arts Fest. In fact, Victoria Sterling was so in the right about everything that she had done at last week’s Arts Festival that she had only laid awake and thought about everything that she’d said and done every night since she’d said and done them, and she only felt sick to her stomach every day as she drug herself out of bed and to school.

Okay, so fine, she…she knew that was a lie — that her being right this time was a lie. Because…this week had been absolute hell. Because as much as she wanted to believe that she was right in everything that she said and did, she couldn’t stand all of this…this…this shit between her and her sister. As much as she swore that she couldn’t stand Beth sometimes, Tori loved her, okay? Big mushy older sister stuff, she knew, but it was true.

After everything had happened — after the fight and Beth running away and Tori talking to Bailey and then Tori eating with Bailey's family and then Tori doing the reading of her short story — her father had come up to her and complimented her, and he’d acted like nothing had happened. Which was fine, right? Because…obviously, the fight hadn’t meant much to him, because it was a normal thing, and Tori…Tori should’ve just been fine with it, too.

But she felt like she was being stabbed in the gut. She pulled on a smile and, you know, made conversation. But there was this weight on her chest that she couldn’t get off.

He gave her a necklace that said Sterling, and he’d kissed her on her cheek and said that he loved her. He offered to take her to dinner, but she said no, because, like, she was supposed to drive Beth, and also, the food with Bailey's parents was plenty, though she didn't mention that she'd already eaten because she didn't want to upset her father.

He was sensitive.

But, of course, when she went looking for Beth, she couldn’t find her. Even when she screamed her name in the parking lot, even when she rifled through the bathrooms, her little redheaded sister was nowhere to be seen. Twenty-two missed calls later, she was still nowhere to be effing seen, and…like, yes. That was petty as hell. Yes, in the future, she would fucking chew her out for that…but…honestly? Yeah, she couldn’t blame her. For not wanting to talk to her, you know. For not wanting to see her.

Because, God. Tori, you’re such a bitch. She hadn’t done anything to stop her parents, and she’d fucking contributed to the embarrassment, too. She’d pitched a fit in public, called her little sister a bitch, and still expected Beth to just go along with it..and for what? Even if she was right, she wasn’t fucking right, you know.

All she had done was embarrass them. All she had done was embarrass herself.

All she had done was embarrass her sister.

And, yeah, her senior Arts Fest was a fucking disaster, but worse, now her sister fucking hated her.

When she got home, she laid down and…she’d admit it, fine — she cried.

She told herself that she would stay awake until her sister got home, because 1) she needed to apologize as soon as possible and 2) there was this big anxious pit in her stomach that was freaking out about what if something happened to Beth — because if something happened, it would all be Tori’s fault — but she wound up falling asleep, somehow, and the next thing she knew, it was Sunday, and her sister still wasn’t talking to her.

And then it was Monday, and her sister ignored the half-a-pack of sticky notes with ”I’m sorry! : ( “ on them that she had pasted onto her door, the hallway outside her door, her hairbrush, the bowls, the cereal, her toothbrush, her toothpaste, the mirror, the faucet, the…

And then it was Tuesday, and her sister ignored her playing Justin Bieber’s “Sorry” on loop on the way to and from school.

And then it was Wednesday and her sister still ignored her efforts, and then it was Thursday and her sister still ignored her efforts, and then it was Friday and her sister still ignored her efforts…

All week, even apart from her extra efforts, Tori incessantly tried to get her sister to acknowledge her. She followed her sister’s morning routine instead of her own. She trailed behind her as she went to her room. She still drove her to and from school, and she looked at her in the mirror every chance she got. At school, when she could find her, she would find her, and she would be at her side. “Beth…Beth, look at me.” And Beth didn’t look at her, and she tried to get away, to the point that by the end of the week, Tori realized that she wasn’t just ignoring her, but she was completely trying to avoid her.

It was normal stuff. Normal things that an obsessive sister would do to try and get her sister to like her again.

She failed every time.

Now, it was Saturday. It had been a whole week since the Arts Fest, and it had been a whole week of nearly-sleepless nights, of guilt weighing on her shoulders, of feeling like shit every day, and of her sister avoiding her.

This seriously couldn’t go on any longer.

And so, Tori gripped the handle of Beth’s door tightly, closed her eyes, swallowed hard, and then gently opened it a bit. She leaned against the door, hiding her face behind it. “Beth…?” she asked, and then she pushed it all the way open.

Standing in the now open doorway, Tori released the door handle and looked to her sister. In her other hand, she held a bowl. Her face was serious, but her eyes were shy. “Beth,” Tori said firmly, “we need to talk.”

Walking in, she tilted the bowl so Beth could see in — if she was looking. Inside were a slew of sugar cookies. “They’re fresh,” she said, somewhat meekly. Fresh from a box. “Eat one.”

mood
hi

location
the apartment

outfit
something casual

playing...
be nice to me

by the front bottoms

mentions
n/a

interactions
beth

tags

Winona

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hery · Sep 11, 2021

MOOD: da jitters

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: studio parking garage
basics

MENTIONS:
Charlie, Evie, Adriane, Cami
INT:
Soap (Chanel)
Winona (Casey)
gh0stwriter (Lydia)
tags

TL;DR no
tl;dr

Chas Marino

Overworked didn't even begin to describe the state of affairs Chas had found himself tangled up in; managing school, PR with the whole "Charlie" thing, the talk show appearance, and the highs and lows of high school all in one was no easy feat. At times, he'd even considered dropping a few responsibilities, but a Chas at peace is anything but a Chas at bay.

He needed some grand undertaking to fixate on. Otherwise, how could he flaunt his work ethic and budding success to the world? However, if he had to take a backseat in anything, it would have been the perpetual act of innocence (which anyone with a brain should have been able to see past; when was Chas ever oblivious?) he maintained to keep that squirrely Charlotte Whorewell buried in her own grave.

Heh. Whorewell. Chas made a note to use that later.

He couldn't deny the truth: he was the villain of most stories and often his greatest saboteur. When the demoralizing feeling of self-awareness reared its ugly head, he ducked and covered, riding out the storm until his deluded cognition rebuilt his composure. He couldn't—or at least, wouldn't—change that about himself. It was just who he was. An insecure teenaged boy could only wrestle his massive ego and, inversely, low self-esteem so long before he eventually caved into a comfortable absence of shame.

The Arts Fest scandal involving Charlie was wearing out its novelty. Most people forgot about that fabricated setback due in no small part to Chas' strategic radio silence on the matter. As much as he hated it, he had to play the victim, and that meant no drawing needless attention to himself. His just desserts would come in a certain someone's expulsion, or at the very least the fear struck into her through other disciplinary action at the hand of the school's administration. Still, he was growing bored dealing with the fallout. She'd learned her lesson.

More than that, the vain literature student was simply tired of superficially pleading innocence to his target's nosy little flock of rejects. He needed new toys to play with. Who knows? Maybe something more damning could fall into his lap and he'd be able to ruin someone else's career. Evie was always the first to come to mind with those sorts of things, and it made sense for the time. After all, she was the only one besides Adriane who had an inkling of an idea of what he'd done at the Lock-in at the principal's office, perusing through all the student records.

So sour-faced. So smug. She had quite a high opinion of herself for a mere loose end. At this point in their enemyship, Chas had to lament the fact that he could never untie an end to that degree of looseness. No... that end warranted a clean chop. He'd cut her down, especially now that a piece of his former gusto had been returned following the elimination of his humiliation's source. Homocoming was a blip, his teeth were intact...

You know, maybe things weren't so bad after all. Maybe he didn't need to ruin Evie's life. Perhaps he would decide on it at lunch. Roasted salmon with kale-quinoa salad always did get the gears in his brain turning. That was granted he'd even have the time for lunch following the weekend's television recording, which had been weeks in the making.

Chas liked to play it cool, but he was sweating bullets just thinking about the filth Casey was sure to spew out of his trap in front of a live audience. The esteemed former model and long-time talk show host Claudia Marino could manage if the Hollywood Arts feature episode went awry, but as for Chas? It'd be the end of everything he held dear. His family already didn't take him seriously. One more embarrassment and he'd lose all he had left: his yearly appearance on his mother's show.

He just couldn't have that. In fact, he'd have eliminated Casey as a guest altogether if it wasn't for the remarkable ratings the Clairmont name would surely bring. They'd done it before, after all, but that was back when Chas was just a little kid. Things were different now. He was answering the questions, and it actually mattered what he said considering he was no longer some cute little kid who could get away with spouting nonsense to the camera. That luxury had long passed, and it was probably the reason why his visits to the show had dwindled to almost none.

He was going to prove himself yet again, like he always had to put up with. He may never be enough, but by God he'd make a damn impression on that mindless audience of middle-aged ladies who laughed and cried at every single damn cue, almost to a robotic extent. Claudia Marino had the bored masses wrapped right around her spindly, manicured finger, so much so that some had unironically pledged their lives to the cunningly charismatic television personality who controlled their lives six sharp every evening. It's horrifying. Chas was so jealous.

Sitting in the driver's seat of his car, Chas obsessively glanced at his reflection in the rear-view mirror, turning his head to the side and fixing his hair every so often. At every stop, without fail, he would strain his neck to get closer to the mirror and observe the state of his skin. And, of course, every time, he looked great. If only Casey, his co-interviewee for the day, had approached his appearance with the same level of care...

"Everybody be on your best behavior," he ordered as he pulled into the studio's parking garage, taking one last moment to crack a cocky smile at his reflection. He looked over his shoulder. With Lydia, Casey, and Chanel in tow, the command really did bear repeating. The first was a snoop, the second a lunatic, and the third a sociopath. Your average Three Musketeers, really.

He drew out a long sigh while he fought with his hair, which never seemed to fall in place just how he wanted. Settling for hair that was just okay, he pushed the car door open and stepped out. The sound of his firm footstep resounded throughout the garage, which was filled with cars but nearly vacant in the human department save Chas and co. "So, tell me why Cami couldn't make it again?" he asked offhandedly, peering at his nails, "Unless Lydia's featuring me in the school paper, this stand-in comes as a bit of a downgrade." His head lazily cocked to the side, a teasing grin pointed at the aforementioned girl.

It's a shame. I actually liked the dancing one a little.

He crossed his arms and shut the car door, sending another wave of echoes all around them. "At any rate, do me a favor and don't look, speak, or breathe funny near my mom. She gets... different on filming days. You get her going and she doesn't let up. God willing there's enough Perrier in the fridge to last her through the day." The anxiety of being on set again started to gnaw at him, quickening the hurried pace of his heartbeat. "You'd be doing yourselves a favor keeping quiet, really."

Once he felt he'd made his point, the shorter boy finally met Casey in the eye with a look of profound gravity. "You remember everything we talked about, yeah?" He then shifted his gaze over to Chanel. "You checked him for lighters before we left, right?" Of course she had. He didn't even need to ask.

Because since he had asked, he was sure to get an answer he didn't like.

"This filming is a big deal, you guys. For all of us," he reiterated while he pulled his phone out, snapping numerous selfies and swiftly typing away at his phone to promote the show on his socials. He raised his phone again, then reached out (and missed) the arm of the blonde musician beside him. "Casey, get in the picture," he snapped, swapping his scowl for a charming grin at the blink of an eye, "Chanellamie, Lydianna, you're in the way, friends."

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Kitsune2202 · Sep 12, 2021

"Goddess of Chaos"
Magnolia Darrington

@Rebel.lia.on has set their status to:
I've really gotta chill...

@Rebel.lia.on has set their outfit to:
About last night...

@Rebel.lia.on has set their location to:
Her Bedroom?

@Rebel.lia.on has mentioned:
Spencer, Kayla, Lucky, Josie, Remi, JJ, Dorian, Ash, Trevor

@Rebel.lia.on has interacted with:
Damien ( Winona )

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The rest of the Arts Festival went just fine for Magnolia which wasn't surprising, but pleasant.

She got to talk and smoke with Kayla finding out some new thing about what had gone down lately with her. It did help ease the awkward and guilty feeling inside her a bit. What it didn't do was change the way she felt about their friendship for better or worse.

Afterwards she met back up with Spencer and continued going about her day as originally planned watching the rest of their friends perform.

It was fun! She exchanged numbers with spencer so they could go on their foodie tour of the city, and hang out some more. She liked Spencer, he was a good guy, and being around him felt good. So of course when there was mention of a party she thought to invite him too. She was still trying to figure out his comfort zone boundaries, but he agreed and she was excited.

She also Invited Remi because well...she liked playing with fire what could she say? If that wasn't unlikely enough she also got to take Princess JJ on a joyride before the party!

Ok Damien and Mikaela were there, too but JJ was the guest of honor of course. What type of relationship her and JJ had right now was a mystery to even Maggie, but she liked it. She figured JJ was just appreciative that Maggie had her back with the whole video release thing. But appreciation runs out, and something told Maggie that whatever this was between them was going to last a bit. Both of them had a level or curiosity it seemed that would perpetuate things. Plus there was Dorian to think about.

Was she trying to be friends with JJ to appease Dorian? Hell no. He asked Maggie to be nice, not to be friends and there is a difference. However she couldn't deny the only reason she originally looked JJ's way is because of their relationship. Probably vice versa for JJ too. So if that relationship crumbles? Maggie wasn't sure what would happen. Which is why as much as she likes to tease her, she genuinely doesn't wanna "steal" her from Dorian. That and you know best friend codes and all that jazz.

Speaking of best friends and codes apparently going out the window...the foam party was at Lucky's place. Super fun time as always especially considering who all was in attendance. Which honestly felt like EVERYONE when packed into their apartment. She spent most of the night floating between her friends, but as the night came to a close one thing lead to another and she woke up next to none other then her best friend...in his bed.

It was at this point Maggie really couldn't deny what was going on inside her anymore. Looking up and seeing his be the face beside her and the red tint spreading across her cheeks giving away her true thoughts void of the alcohol.

She liked Lucky. Like LIKED Lucky.

Surprise, surprise! How did she know this? Because she woke and actually felt like sticking around. She didn't because she knew better, but she wanted to and that was the issue. She didn't normally have the desire to stay and even cuddle after her hook-ups. Even when she slept with Josie as fun as that was (that she remembered) she still was content with leaving afterwards.

There was a very small list of people she felt this with and of the 3 now including Lucky...she started dating one and the other wanted too.

Not good odds for her. Why? Because feelings suck. Feeling are annoying and they nag and nag until they wear you down. She didn't want to wind up dating anyone. She had her reasons for not dating and they were good reasons! Also Lucky was always adamant about the fact he didn't date either. When you put two and two together that meant that this was just going to be a one time fluke.

Well that's what she thought until after the disaster that was the family dinner party the next night...

Ok as far as Maggie was concerned, that was a pure comedic GOLD night. There was so much that happened she could spend all day talking about it all. In fact it was the topic of conversation the next few days. What else could it be when you bring three super rich, super bitchy families together with their children and dates? The videos she took and saved on her phone spoke for themselves.

Between Trevor struggling to eat (thanks to JJ), Jace and Stassi putting on a damn good performance of dating still, parents shit talking, and the works of all the side bar conversations It was a hell of a night.

Maggie did realize that Ash was genuinely upset for some reason that she brought Trevor and having to apologize to both of them explaining that she'd kinda tricked him into coming. She didn't really do it for Ash's sake since she was a little irritated with all the little digs she was spitting back at Dorian all night, but she did feel bad for Trevor being a casualty of all this madness.

However the cherry on top was the fact that despite showing up with late, high, and with Trevor as her date it seemed her and Ash switched at the end and Lucky took her home...well his home. Where turns out a fluke can happen more then once...or twice...maybe a third because that next week it happened again.

In the blink of an eye one of her best friends became a new sneaky link. That seemed weird to say. Secret bestie with benefits? Sure, whatever, labels where dumb anyways. Point was it was now clearly a reoccurring thing they both agreed with, but it still wasn't what she actually wanted. To bad she couldn't really voice that fact. Who wants to hear rejection after all? Especially when she knows it's for the best...yah.

After a jam packed weekend like that the rest of the week went by rather smoothly and uneventful. She'd spent it working on a new song since she plenty of inspiration to pull from now to write. She also did the bare minimum to keep decent grades over the week as well as shooting a new music video for her song Bouncin. It was planed to be a single and on her first EP she was planning on releasing by Spring break. She supposed that meant she needed to get serious and start working a bit harder and partying less.

And she would! Next semester. She'd focus more once winter break hits. That sounded like a good plan.

The weekend was here now and as she does every weekend she found a reason, a place, and people to party with. The only difference was last night she decided to just go off on her own to party rather then trying to invite a bunch of people out she knew like she'd been doing the past few weekends. She kinda just wanted to be about strangers, people who didn't matter as like a palate cleanse you know?

The morning sun invading her personal space through the blinds made her curse under her breath. She hated morning after's. A very groggy and hung-over Maggie rolled out of her bed slowly tossing her legs over the edge. When she went to stand however she didn't feel floor, in fact she felt something squish beneath her feet causing her to trip over and nearly face plant onto the ground. Letting a string of curses rolled from her tongue she looked up to see what she's tripped over.

Was that...a body???

Oh fuck. He's not dead or something right?

She quickly glanced down at herself and noticed she was still fully clothed from the night before...in fact there were a few added articles of clothing that definitely didn't belong to her. She supposed this white feather boa was hers now. At least it was cute, she could find use for it.

Point was it was a good indicator that she didn't have sex with the mystery man on the ground. "Y-You good? My bad man." She apologized groggily and still not really looking at him as she ran her hands over her face. Fuck was she hung over...she needed food...she needed eggs.

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Winona · Sep 12, 2021

Adriane Holloway

The interaction with Corey and his family had left a bitter taste in Adriane's mouth -- not that she could completely place why it did. After all, it wasn't as if she had ever felt anything during that childish little thing known as a "relationship" with Corey, and obviously she had been cheering when they finally broke up because thank god.

But if there was truth to those words, then why did the mention of him still somehow leave her with a mixture of emotions that the typically stone cold bitch never experienced? Better yet, emotions that she couldn't even place? She'd find herself nearly scratching her head, eyebrows drawn together in confusion regarding them.

It was whatever, though. Adriane's sure steps carried her away from the odd experience and instead, she headed outside for a breath of fresh air... but that fresh air was interrupted by the familiar scent of cigarette smoke that choked her throat. She glanced around, until her eyes fell on a familiar figure, but one that she was surprised to see holding a cigarette... and the hacking from Dalton's lungs just proved what she already knew.

Dalton wasn't a smoker.

With a curious raise of her eyebrows, and a little amused smile on her face, she walked towards the angry senior. One hand took hold of the fabric of her dress, lifting it up so it wouldn't get any grass stains, and her nose wrinkled up a bit in disgust as she had to -- ewww -- trek her way across the grass.

"Get lost," Dalton said.

"No," she responded simply as she paused beside him, thinking for a brief moment before, with an annoyed sigh, she leaned against the building and sank to sit in the grass beside him.

Ugh, she was going to ruin this dress and not for anything good. Dalton wasn't worth grass stains that were a bitch to try and remove.

She held her hand out for the cigarette, impatiently gesturing at him with her fingers to hand it over. Once it was in her hand, she brought it up to her lips and breathed in the toxic smoke. She exhaled slowly, her eyes traveling to land on the cigarette for a moment with a little frown. It had been a bit since she'd actually actively smoked -- but hey, she still remembered her first cigarette. Done with some boy in her old hometown that she'd kind of had a crush on.

But that was long forgotten, because she'd come here to LA.

She wrinkled her nose up and then put the cigarette out against the side of the building before dropping it into the grass beside her. "Cheap cigarette," she explained as she pulled her purse over, rummaging around in it until she found what she was looking for, and she pulled out a blunt.

"Try this," she said with a breathy sigh as she held it out to him. "Way better than cigarettes. And it might help with that douchey attitude of yours."

mood
ugh

location
Arts Festival

outfit
stylish... I think

playing...
Fuck You

by Lily Allen

mentions
Corey

interactions
Dalton

tags

Xed

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Kitsune2202 · Sep 12, 2021

Dangerously Soft
Amethyst Jones

@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their status to:
A lil Retail Therapy

@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their outfit to:
Cozy chic

@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their location to:
Apartment

@If.U.Seek.Amy has mentioned:
Lucky, Trevor, Ash, Remi

@If.U.Seek.Amy has interacted with:
Charlie ( geminiy )

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Amy had to admit that this Winter Arts fest was one for the books in the best and worst of ways. In fact this whole past week had been crazy. Between the showcase, Charlie's drama with the school and the whole apartment trying to do whatever they could to help, getting closer to Remi and apparently his cousin he didn't like, to her interesting moment with Corey...it was a lot.

Despite all of that she still had to deal with her pushy management team wanting to build off the momentum of the Festival. Clearly they forgot she was still a high schooler, and felt that school drama wasn't enough on her shoulders, but she needed the added career pressure on her.

Forcing her to put on her game face for the camera and shoot a new music video for one of the songs she'd dropped last month that'd gained some popularity since it featured popular artist Ty Dolla Sign on it. She had a sneaking suspicion that her management just wanted her to be distracted and distance herself from the Charlie incident, which she wasn't going to do no matter what they did.

Charlie was her best friend and she'd defend her till the end especially since she was 100% innocent.

Of course sprinkled between all this she still had to try and keep her grades up. something that despite her natural affinity for school work was lacking the last month. It was hard to find the time to focus on things like homework when everything else demanded so much of her attention. They'd taken a slight dip and she needed to get them back up to par in time for report cards for the semester to send back home to her parents. Otherwise her parents would pull her from the school since that was their agreement.

However today was a day to push all that to the side. The pressure, the bullshit, the distractions...everything! Why? Because they were going dress shopping!

Now in the grand scheme of things it probably seemed silly to be doing this and spending money on dresses for a dance. In fact it should most definitely be at the bottom of their list of priorities...but Amy couldn't help but think that just maybe that's why they needed it the most. Just a chance to be regular girls for an afternoon. A chance to take a deep breathe get their barring together and shop around for something really cute to wear for their dates to the Winter Ball.

Plus while Charlie didn't know it yet, Remi had offered to help with the monetary issues they were having, so believing Remi to be a man of his word Amy was significantly less worried about struggling to pay rent for Charlie for the month. She still had every intention of paying him back, but she couldn't deny his logic that this was for the best for now and helping Charlie was more important then her pride.

She only wished that he was going to be her date to the dance. Not that she didn't like her current date which was Lucky DuBois. She'd decided to take a friend when Remi admitted to being unable to go. She was disappointed, but she tried not to show it since she understood and agreed that family came first. His mother was very important to him afterall.

Why Lucky then? He was cool, and had been very sweet. Plus she owed him one for the Arts fest.

There might also be a tinge of her being over protective of her best friend about what she'd seen at Arts Fest laced in there. A very small part of her figured that if he was going with her then Ash wouldn't ask him. The two had still seemed close even after the Fest despite all the rumors and gossip. Verbally Ash turned down the rumors, but her actions spoke volumes in the opposite direction.

She should be going with Trevor to the dance, but due to the whole 'secretly dating' thing that was kinda hard to pull off. It's not even like they had a bunch of friends in common and could blame it on that. It was a headache, and she pleaded every chance she got for Trevor to go public with Ash to which the answer was always the same. Amy was NOT a good secret keeper and the only reason she'd done well this far is because no one thought to ask her and the distance she kept from the girl in question.

All that drama aside Amy really did enjoy herself every time she spent time with Lucky. So of all her single friends in general, she still would've wanted to ask him to go with her. That made her feel a bit less guilty about the other thoughts roaming around in the back of her mind. It also wasn't lost on her that she wouldn't really have to worry about people thinking anything was going on between them if they were still focused on him and ash which meant no extra drama for her.

Overall just the perfect pick.

Well not if you ask Charlie and Trevor, but it was as good as it was going to get.

She wondered around her room aimlessly picking out clothes and found something comfortable and loose. They'd be trying on clothes she didn't want anything complicated. However she did dress in some decently warm clothes because even if it doesn't typically get super cold around here, this was the coolest month of the year generally. So the only time she could really wear her cute wintery (well fall) type clothes.

Once she was satisficed with herself she made her way to Charlie's room. She didn't bother knocking and just opened the door peeking inside with a wide grin, "You ready Char!?" She chimed knowing the answer was most likely no. Charlie needed this trip even more then Amy did and she wasn't letting her get out of this.

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ditto · Sep 12, 2021

saint andrew taylor

Arts Fest, Saint Taylor had determined, was definitively mediocre. Nothing had gone particularly amazingly, but even so, he found it to be rather enjoyable, if he was entirely honest; a day with not much going on was a good day to the low-energy boy. Truly, all that he had done was met a couple of new girls, went around and criticized others’ projects with Ava, and sold Milkshake for a substantial amount.

Ah, and he went to a party with Josephine.

That was entirely normal as well.

Certainly, he enjoyed himself, and being there with her…

And yes, it brought back old memories. And yes, she was damn cute, and hot, and pretty, and everything else. He would admit that. She'd made him laugh, and smile, and enjoy himself.

And yes, maybe he even thought that he'd like to do that more often. And maybe he'd even admitted that to her, but...

But…

But no. That wasn’t particularly noteworthy either.

Since the grand climax that was the Arts Festival, not too much had been going on. After all, all of their work for the year had culminated in those projects, so with that over, there wasn’t a ton left to do. Saint had enjoyed it, of course — the downtime after the chaos. It was pleasant, but if you asked him if anything interesting had happened, he would say no, even as he sat, breathless and sweat caked, beside the by-chance hookup that didn’t wind up quite as by-chance now as the first time had been.

With his dark eyes, Saint searched for his clothing on the floor. He found his underwear, and he grabbed it, glancing over at the boy.

“Lucky…,” he began, but he simply trailed off, tugging on his boxers and looking for the rest of his clothes.

mood
...

location
...

outfit
...

playing...
god's plan (drake cover)

by our last night

mentions
ava, sawyer, jo, & maeve

interactions
lucky

tags

gh0stwriter

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Kitsune2202 · Sep 12, 2021

"Cause my time is very pricey"
Ciara Luna

@Lunar.Eclipse has set their status to:
Welcome to LA!

@Lunar.Eclipse has set their outfit to:
Princess Cici?

@Lunar.Eclipse has set their location to:
Home

@Lunar.Eclipse has mentioned:
Enzo, Liv

@Steller.Bae has Interacted with:
Majid ( AkuTheWolfOkami )

$ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $

This was it! She'd finally made it to LA with her older brother Enzo. Not to mention despite not even setting foot in the school she'd met a couple people. A really friendly girl named Liv, and a fucking prince. Crazy right? But honestly that was just Cici's luck. She's been blessed with many opportunities in her lifetime and seized every one of them. She saw no reason why this one should be any different.

Was she here to be a trophy wife? No. She was a hard worker, but wasn't she delusional enough to think that making the right connections wouldn't matter. Cici could be described a lot of different ways, and there'd be a bit of truth in all of them.

She wasn't ashamed of her game either. Why was it her fault or something to be ashamed of if people naturally wanted to spend money on her? When you're rich already or a celebrity they call it having sponsors, but when your poor suddenly your a gold digger?

Seemed elitist.

Sugar daddies and mommies were totally in right now anyways. Now was this something she screamed from the rooftops? Of course not, her brother would feel a type of way, and she liked keeping him in the dark about certain unfavorable things. She loved her brother, and that's why she wanted to keep him thinking of her as his adorable little sister. He was after all the only person who she'd allow to put her in check, so the less he knew about those types of things the better.

Though coming up with excuses on where she got certain expensive things from time to time was a chore.

People saw her worth and wanted to add or be a part of it. Who was she to turn them down? Her being picky on who got that kinda access to her wasn't manipulative in her eyes it was having standards.

Anyone making less then six figures simply wasn't worth her time or energy because anything they could do she'd be able to eventually or find someone else who could. She needed an upgrade not a work in progress. She didn't want people in her circle that were AT her level, she needed people above it to give her something to strive for, and to help her when she needed it. What good were people who could do nothing but bring her down?

In fact now that she was at this school and in LA she might wanna go ahead and up those standards even more. Six figures seemed a little on the low side when the second person you meet is literally royalty. She'll keep an eye out for the average range around here then decide.

Nothing wrong with knowing your worth right? People preach confidence and self love, but then wanna call it vanity when you practice it. It didn't both her tho, she didn't genuinely care so long as the results were exactly what she wanted. She had to stay focused on what really mattered. Her craft, and building her own empire. Everything else was either a stepping stone to that end or worthless.

The first week being in LA was mostly unpacking and getting used to things since she didn't start classes till after winter break. The school had let her know however that she was free to attend school events since she was still a register student. She didn't really know what there was left to attend except the ball. The only way she'd go to that was if she had a date, so unless today's date went well she'd for sure just pass on it.

Networking is one thing, but going to a school dance without a date, and without knowing anyone but your brother was just pathetic and that would NOT be her first impression to these people.

She'd also spent some time finishing up some touches on a passion project choreography routine she'd been working on before flying down. She needed to keep herself on her toes after all for when she did start classes. She wasn't sure how intense the courses here would be but she knew she wanted to be up to par if not surpassing it. Now That's the kinda first impression she wants.

Speaking of todays date she was currently rummaging through her closest trying to decide what to where before he arrived to pick her up. Since he had bodyguards and what not that needed to be with him at all times, picking her up just made the most sense. Plus she didn't have a license or anything to be able to meet him outside of Ubering. Somehow riding around with escorts just seemed more...exciting!

Imagine how people would stop and stare at them? The thought alone gave her a slight adrenaline high making her feel light as a feather. Girls like Cici were born for the limelight and lived for the attention of the masses.

They'd probably make it into some tabloid or something. Mystery celeb, mystery woman, ect. You know how they do. Cici had zero issues with being the talk of the town. As they say, 'love me or hate me you're still thinking of me.' and that applied to fame in her eyes too. All publicity is good publicity. Cici had to be her own manager in the tough world of dance, so could you blame her for her way of thinking?

Now what would impress a prince? Hmmm...

He had seemed the nice goodie-two-shoe type. Super gentlemanly, super respectful and all that jazz. He was also from another country so had slightly different values probably. She had done a little digging into where he'd said he was from to at least know where it was, and make sure it was real.

Come on a guy online was claiming to be a prince she had to make sure she wasn't being catfished.

So clearly she needed to go with the sweet approach. That's what had hooked him online after all, so she'd run with that and slowly show him more and more of her personality. Sounded fair right? So a dress? Well a dress that wasn't too skimpy it was a daytime date. Not too reveling, light colors. "Oh this one is perfect!" She grabbed a multicolored dress and matching pair of white heels.

She did some light make-up keeping everything very light and fluffy without going down the too wholesome route. Because let's face it to say Cici was kind was a stretch but not a lie. She could be very kind just keep her brother around her and see how she acts.

To say she was wholesome? Now that wasn't her at all, and probably never would be.

Was all this manipulative? Was it because he was filthy rich she was so set on impressing him? Cici didn't like to dwell on questions like this, and definitely never bothered to try and answer them.

She did what she wanted...simple as that. What did the inner motives matter?

All that morality stuff was Enzo's thing. She was here to have a little fun. She was just finishing up with her hair when she saw it was about time for him to be arriving. She sent her brother a text saying she'd be out all day because leaving notes was for losers who forgot we were in the 21st century.

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Xed · Sep 13, 2021

Dalton Kirby

Dalton didn't know what he was expecting when he told the intruder to get lost.

Actually that was wrong. He did know, and getting a 'No' definitely wasn't it. Then again if the voice belonged to who he thought it belonged to, he supposed it wasn't that surprising, but then he wouldn't have expected it to be her.

His eyes lazily popped open and glanced beside him to see Adriane as he suspected. Only she was sitting. On the grass. Adriane Holloway, in a dress, on the grass.

Keyword here being 'grass'.

The sight had him cocking an eyebrow in mild amusement. If he wasn't still pissed and brooding he would have barked out a laugh at the sight, which would no doubt have only made her even more agitated and worsen the complaints he was certain would come flying his way.

"Shame I don't have a camera with me." He quipped dryly, a half smirk briefly gracing his face as he shook his head. "What a missed chance for a great photo op."

She held out her hand, motioning for him to surrender his cigarette to her. Well, not his. The rat's. If the cigarette were anything else, he might have refused, left her hand waiting, but it was a cigarette, one of Slut's no less. Two things he hated. That alone was enough for him to lazily hand it over without a word of protest, his gaze wandering back to just stare aimlessly at the scenery in front of him as beside him, he heard Adriane take a puff.

"Cheap cigarette," she remarked, and he turned to see that she had discarded it and was looking through her purse for something. A few seconds later, her hand re-emerged with a blunt in hand.

Dalton hated smoke, he liked drugs even less.

"Try this," she said with a breathy sigh as she held it out to him. "Way better than cigarettes. And it might help with that douchey attitude of yours."

Hah. If his stepmother heard that and truly believed a drug or two would be a quick fix for his attitude, she'd probably load him up with drugs until he overdosed. And then he would be out of the picture permanently which he was sure would put a celebratory smile on the woman's face, even if for the sake of public appearances she cried her fake little heart out and pretended to mourn his death as if she truly loved him. What a farce that would be. The world would probably fall for it too. His father certainly would. Not that he really gave a damn what that old crony thought anymore.

He glanced at the blunt, then took it from her. Might as well, wasn't like the thing was poisoned or anything, even if sitting in the grass might have agitated her like hell and would no doubt incense her even more once she vacated the place.

"Fuck," he said, giving a little cough as he pulled the blunt away from his lips, the burn reaching deep into his throat like one of those stupid sticks doctors liked to stick into people's mouths. "Better than the cigarettes but still crap. How this stuff hasn't killed you already I'll never understand."

He was joking of course, though he really did wish the drug use of some of the people at this school would kill them. Like Slater.

And then he took another puff of the blunt as the weasel's face popped into his head. He'd suffocate his lungs a little more if it would rid him of that. Not to mention drugs left you stoned right? He could afford to be a little stoned now so that he didn't go and just self sabotage by rampaging on the school grounds or crashing his car. That was the only reason why he hadn't driven off yet. Because a temper on the verge of erupting combined with LA traffic and LA drivers was a recipe for disaster, and as much as he wanted a car crash to happen, it wasn't his car that he wanted to see crashing.

"I'm surprised you haven't left yet." He remarked, and then he remembered.

Right.

He was supposed to drive Adriane back since he had driven here and all.

The matter had slipped his mind completely. Another good thing that had come out of him taking a break here instead of just driving off.

If he had forgotten about Adriane (which he had) and left her here and driven off by himself (which he thankfully hadn't), that was going to be very painful for his ears. If she really wanted to, she could have just called a cab or hitched a ride from someone else, though those alternatives came with their own set of complications. Speaking of complications and things painful for his ears…

Dalton shrugged off his jacket and dropped it into the bit of space between them. "Here. All yours." Probably a little too late at this point but if it meant she maybe complained a little less on the ride back and after then he'd take it.

It also felt a little less suffocating now that he had discarded that layer so even better.

Probably one of the only things he would look at and think better after today. Both him and Slater had denied any familial connection, but at this point the secret was basically out. Ugh. Just thinking about it gave him a headache. It was probably going to get thrown in his face to get a rise out of him, just like he had done in the past to others. They were probably laughing and shouting Karma right about now. Adriane would probably bring it up every once in a while to piss him off too, once she found out, which, well, it seemed like she hadn't. Yet. Or maybe she had and she was just keeping quiet till they had gotten into the car where attempting to throw her out would be a much bloodier and messier endeavor which meant he wouldn't do it.

Yes. He wouldn't.

Unless said passenger to be tossed out was Slut.

He wasn't that much of a monster.

Putting the blunt out, he rose up from his seat and gave his body a good stretch.

He felt much better after that short break and frankly now that he did, he didn't want to spend any more time here than necessary. Turning, he reached a hand down towards Adriane, not to help her up (though he didn't care if she did use it to help herself up), but to retrieve his jacket from her.

"Ready to leave?" The words were framed like a question but really, he was going to leave whether she was ready to or not. He was pretty sure she was even more eager than him to get out of the place though. Especially after the little meeting between her dress and the grass.

"Come on then." Dalton made his way off across the grounds towards the carpark at a lazy pace. The blunt, which he discarded into a nearby bin, had numbed him enough, even if it also left him desperately wanting a new mouth and throat.

He definitely wasn't touching that shit again. Or Slater's two bit cigarettes.

Next time he took them, and he would just because he could, he was going to just burn them, or crush them and toss them down the trash.

Actually making Slater smoke all of them at once sounded like a better idea. If one cigarette at a time wasn't going to do the job of sending him to an early grave, then maybe what he needed was for Slater to smoke twenty at once.

Maybe he could do that to him at the winter ball. The event was only a couple of weeks away. It was a party, lively, loud and where stupid kids like Slater did unbelievably idiotic things. It wouldn't be suspicious if something rather unfortunate happened to him there.

Yes, the more he thought about it, the winter ball sounded perfect, which reminded him.

"I'll pick you up at 6 for the winter ball." He told Adriane matter-of-factly as he unlocked the car and slid into the driver's seat, tossing his jacket over the centre console. And yes he did kind of skip the whole formally asking her out to the ball with him part. Wasn't his thing.

"Oh and don't worry," he added as he started up the engine, shooting her a slight smirk, "if we end up sitting on grass again I'll try to remember to offer my jacket first."

He hated the stuff but that blunt had really done wonders in soothing his foul mood.

mood
Some day this is turning into

location
arts fest

outfit
dapper

playing...
song title here

by artist here

mentions
Slater

interactions
Adriane

tags

Winona

Winona · Sep 13, 2021

Adriane Holloway

For a while, they sat in relative silence with the joint. Obviously, it was strange to Adriane to see Dalton smoking. It wasn't really his thing, so she suspected that something had happened that had pushed him to come out here and seek solace in a cigarette -- and now, her weed.

Plus where had he even gotten the cigarettes?

A normal person probably would've asked what was wrong, but Adriane wasn't stupid -- nor did she particularly care about Dalton's feelings.

Well, she did. To an extent. Not that she'd ever willingly admit it aloud. Imagine what everyone would say if it were to get out that Adriane, the cold-hearted bitch, actually cared about someone other than herself. She'd lose whatever credibility she had as being a queen bitch, and it wasn't something Adriane wanted to see shatter before her in her senior year of high school.

"I'm surprised you haven't left yet." Dalton said.

Adriane rolled her eyes. "I would've, but you're my ride." She reminded him.

And yes, that was a lie. She would've stuck around even if he hadn't been her ride. Didn't mean that she was going to ask him for information about whatever had gotten under his skin. If he wanted to talk about it, he could speak up but she wasn't going to be an annoying bitch about it.

He slid off his jacket and passed it over to her and, although it was probably too late to save her dress, the gesture was nice she supposed. She probably should've said thanks, but he should've done it, anyway. Actually he should've done so as soon as she walked off, but she supposed it was better late than never.

For a little while longer, they remained sitting outside. Smoking and relaxing until finally, Dalton stood up and held a hand out. Obviously Adriane didn't need the help getting up, but she took his hand, pulling herself up before passing him his jacket. She smoothed down her dress and tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"Ready to leave?" he asked.

"Duh," she responded.

"Come on then." He said, and she followed after him towards the car.

As they got to the car, Adriane impatiently waited by the passenger side door. She sighed heavily, audibly, just to let Dalton know that he was taking far too long and she didn't want to continue to stand in the sweltering LA sun. Another sigh in case he hadn't heard the first one, and then the door was unlocked.

Finally.

The weed had clearly made him slow.

"I'll pick you up at 6 for the winter ball." Dalton told her as they both slid into the car, and she looked towards him one eyebrow raised in question, although she didn't make any remarks.

"Oh and don't worry," he added as he started up the engine, shooting her a slight smirk, "if we end up sitting on grass again I'll try to remember to offer my jacket first."

"Wow," she said dryly, "such a gentleman." She let out a sigh, examining her fingernails as she settled back into the seat. "I suppose that's fine. At least you actually know how to clean up."

That was her way of basically saying that she was super thrilled to go with him to the Ball.

Well obviously not thrilled, but it wasn't like she'd want to go with anyone else.

Mostly because she hated the majority of their classmates.

mood
ugh

location
Arts Festival

outfit
stylish... I think

playing...
Fuck You

by Lily Allen

mentions
Corey

interactions
Dalton

tags

Xed

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geminiy · Sep 13, 2021

Charlie Howell

@howedoyoudo has set their status to:
no

@howedoyoudo has set their outfit to:
yesterday's bullshit

@howedoyoudo has set their location to:
her bedroom

@howedoyoudo has mentioned:
Chas, Alex, Lin

@howedoyoudo has interacted with:
Amy

@howedoyoudo has tagged:
Kitsune2202

[possible tw: panic attack, depressive behaviours]

Numb.

Charlie couldn’t feel anything.

She couldn’t feel the anger biting at her chest at Lydia’s presence in front of her or the candy bar lodged in her hands that told Charlie her boyfriend had been talking to her.

She couldn’t feel the panic swelling up inside of her stomach like a tsunami, ripping at her muscles and crashing against ribs as her lungs struggled to inflate and deflate, inflate and deflate.

She couldn’t feel the blood drain from her cheeks and fingertips as she looked at the words in front of her or her grip tightening around the device as she pushed her way through the crowds.

Everyone knew.

Everyone saw.

There was no hiding from their eyes and their accusations, no way to get them to listen to her explanations. Charlie Howell did not ruin Chas fucking Marino’s project, why would she? Homecoming had been a mistake she had long since paid for and if she wanted payback, why would she take Alex out with him?

None of it made sense. Anyone who knew Charlie would know that none of it made sense. But no one was listening, no one cared about what she had to say.

Somehow, her feet ended up carrying her from the stadium. Somehow, she ended up on the front steps of her apartment, shaking hands struggling to fit the key into the slot of the front door. Somehow, the key worked and Charlie soon found herself on the floor of the bathroom in her very empty apartment. Somehow, Charlie wasn’t crying, there were no tears on her rouged cheeks, but her chest ached all the same, gasping breaths pulling apart her esophagus and shaking her to the bone. Somehow, no one bothered her for hours while she sat with her back against smooth tile, her shaking fingers entwined in strands of honey blonde hair.

Charlie didn’t remember who had come home, brain foggy from the lack of air and intense anxiety, but someone had managed to coax her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.

She stayed in her bedroom for days.

What was the point in attending classes? In a few weeks, Charlie would be on a flight home to Toronto, not preparing her performance for the tour. Who cared if she received a bad mark when she had already swiftly gotten herself removed from the school?

Amy.

Apparently Amy cared because there she was at her door the following Saturday morning, barging into her bedroom all done up and ready to face the day while Charlie was still stuck under the weight of her blankets and pillows, curtains drawn tightly to keep the light out.

"You ready Char!?" Amy asked, the enthusiasm dripping from her tone.

“Do I look like I’m ready?” Charlie spat with her face still buried in her pillow.

Instantly, a pang of guilt shot through her stomach. Why was she taking her feelings out on Amy? All she was trying to do was help, but how can someone help an issue that can’t be fixed? Amy still seemed to be up in the clouds with ideas to keep Charlie at the school while Charlie had already come to one very clear conclusion: there was no way she was going to stay at Hollywood Arts.

Slowly, Charlie pulled herself up off of her pillow, reaching a hand to wipe the sleep from her eyes. “Ames, I already told you that I’m not going. What’s the point? I doubt that they’ll even let me in anyways.”

Scooting backwards towards her headboard, Charlie pulled her legs up to her chest as a silent invitation for Amy to sit down. There really wasn’t much of a point. Soon enough, Charlie would be without a school, without a job, without a place to live, without her friends, without Lin. One stupid dance wasn’t going to fix that.

“Ames…” Charlie sighed, resting her forehead into her hands. She wanted to apologize but the words simply weren’t coming. Charlie’s mood wasn’t Amy’s fault, nor should anything be taken out on one of the few supporters Charlie seemed to have left. But there she was, disappointing her and being short with her. Some fucking friend Charlie was. “Please don’t make me do this. I really don’t want to go. Just let me stay here, I barely slept all night.”

A lie. Charlie had been doing nothing but sleep in the past week.

“Please…”

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Winona · Sep 14, 2021

Damien Slater

The Arts Festival had basically been a total fucking waste. Like sure, Damien had gotten laid which had been fucking great, and he'd met this hot chick named Luci who he thought was also going to fuck him but didn't (bummer), but then the rest of it? Like all of that bullshit with Dalton? Yeah that had all fucking sucked.

Fuck Dalton.

His plan had been to stay in the one place that he knew Dalton would never go -- his house, but that only lasted for so long before he was being coaxed into going to that stupid fucking foam party. Well, not really coaxed. He'd demanded that Kian fucking invite him after he'd tried to keep him away (and no that hadn't hurt Damien's feelings in the least bit, shut the fuck up), plus that hot chick JJ had wanted him to go.

And who was he to say no to her?

So he'd gone, and it had been fun. Mostly. Until JJ had tried to fucking fight him, and Damien had been dodging her hands after he'd made some passive comment about fucking her or something. Who really remembered? Anyway, some chick had come and pulled JJ away and Damien had started to try and fade into the background, except then JJ was trying to fuck throw her heel at him and yeah, she totally missed.

So fuck her.

(Well fuck her as in fuck off but also fuck her as in wink wink.)

The rest of his week had been pretty basic. Damien had stayed home for the most part because he was trying to avoid getting killed by Dalton, and he found himself glancing over his shoulder a lot more often than he normally did. And sure, his mom liked the extra time with her son, but by time the weekend rolled back around... Damien was itching to get the fuck out of the house. So of course, he'd gone partying.

And that's how he ended up passed out on a floor. He was still peacefully sleeping away his new hangover when he felt someone fucking step on him, followed by the sound of someone falling to the floor with a loud thud. For a moment, as Damien let himself start to wake up, he didn't really fucking move. But the fucking sun through the blinds was enough to make a slightly awake Damien let out a groan as he rolled over onto his back, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

He felt like shit.

He looked like shit.

(And yeah, he was a piece of shit. Hahaha. You're all fucking hilarious.)

"Y-You good? My bad man." the chick asked.

Damien let out another groan as he dropped his arm to his side. His eyes squinted open and he stared up at the ceiling. Not a ceiling he recognized, so he wasn't at his own house. So... he was this chick's place. Sounded about right. Slowly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked over at her.

"Oh shit, hey Maggie," he said when he actually looked at her and recognized her. He brought his hand back up to rub at his eyes and then pushed himself into a sitting position. "Yeah, I'm good. You good?" Damien responded, but he really needed a fucking smoke, so... he wasted no time in patting around his jeans pockets until he found his (slightly squashed now from probably falling onto the floor) box of cigarettes. He popped one out and placed it between his lips before he pushed himself up onto shaky, sore feet and then held a hand out to help Maggie to her feet.

Once she was up, he pulled his lighter up to light up said cigarette, then realized that he was probably being rude, so he pointed to the now lit cigarette between his lips. "Want one?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled around the cigarette.

mood
fuck hangovers

location
idk some chick's place

outfit
last night's stuff

playing...
song title

by artist

mentions
Fucking Dalton, that bitch JJ, Kinkian

interactions
Maggie

tags

Kitsune2202

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Winona · Sep 14, 2021

Zeph Evermore

Lindsay Kay was going to give Zeph a heart attack. Or make him pass out from the simple stress of trying to keep up with his super cool friend. Already, Zeph could feel his head kind of spinning as he smiled awkwardly at Lin as he talked. As he whipped out the two Sharpies with a bright, mischievous grin on his face, and Zeph felt as if he might just pass out. Right then and there, just cease to be conscious and collapse to the asphalt.

He enjoyed hanging out with his buddy -- don't get him wrong. It was just that... Lin could be... a lot sometimes. And they'd already been run out of the bathroom for doing just that. For drawing on things, so Zeph didn't really want to take the marker back and be subjected to that again.

“Hey, wait…” He looked over at Zeph. “Vandalism boring to you now? 'cuz it kinda is to me. ‘cuz we’ve already done that. Boooring…hmmm…”

"Yeah, yeah, super... super boring," Zeph agreed with an awkward laugh.

Oh thank god.

“WAIT, SHIT, DUDE, I’M A FUCKING GENIUS!”

Oh heck no.

With an awkward smile, Zeph looked at Lin and waited for him to finish his thought. Explain what he was thinking or what have you, but instead Lin leaned across to the passenger seat and... yanked... the headrest... off of the back of the seat, and then threw it out the open door (nearly hitting Zeph with it in the process).

He watched for a moment in stunned shock as the headrest bounced and rolled its way across the asphalt and Zeph had to fight every little fiber in his being to not chase after him, dust it off, and return it to its place in the truck with a sticky note attached with apologies and a fiver dollar bill.

(He wasn't sure how much new headrests cost, but he figured that would at least pay for the cleaning of it.)

“Off with their headrests!” Lin cheered.

Zeph. Was. Going. To. Faint.

And as if it was just a replay of their earlier events in the bathroom, Zeph heard a loud shout of "hey!" which caused him to look in the direction... to see who he assumed was the owner of the truck, flanked by two--

"Security guards!" Zeph yelled at Lin and then, without a second thought or consideration like he usually had, Zeph just... he just booked it. He took off, his feet carrying him quickly over the asphalt as he wove his way through the cars in the parking lot, and Zeph didn't stop.

He didn't stop booking it.

Even as he heard the shouts of the security guards behind him, although they started to fade with the more distance that he put between himself and them.

He didn't stop to see if Lin had gotten away.

He just ran.

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So you would probably think that after that rough experience at the Arts Festival, Zeph would've distanced himself from Lin. Especially after having his first little spiff with Stella thanks to what Zeph and Lin had done in the ladies' restroom, because apparently her mother had seen Zeph booking it out of there, and he already knew that Stella had been nervous about the whole "hey, we're dating" thing, so that probably didn't help and...

Well, you'd think he would've been smart enough to actually distance himself from Lin. Especially after running from the security guards, especially after meeting back up with Lin afterwards, his chest heaving and burning for the second time that day, only to find Lin laughing about the whole thing. Again.

You'd think that Zeph would instead find people that were more his speed.

Instead, here Zeph was.

Standing on Lin's doorstep, his hand poised to press the doorbell, although he didn't press it quite yet. Instead, he took in a deep breath. The last time he'd been here, they'd ended up going to the store. Stealing stuff. Upsetting Angel which had resulted in an awkward text conversation.

By all means, Zeph shouldn't have been here.

But he was.

So he pressed the doorbell and took a step back to wait for Lin.

mood
coolio

location
Arts Festival

outfit
no, he's not getting super fancy

playing...
We Like It

by Computer Games

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Stella, Angel

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Lin

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AkuTheWolfOkami · Sep 14, 2021

Majid Al Khalifa

It was hard to watch his best friend leave. He had become a brother to him in more ways than the average person could imagine. Being a prince/emir had plenty of benefits, but the one glaring con was that it often lacked genuine relationships. People would use him for his wealth or connections or avoid him because it was intimidating. Yet from the first time he met Jordan all it felt like was that he met a brother for life.

It was a blessing to have spent so much time with him over the last week or so as they jetsetted across the continental united states. It was Majid’s first time in the states and getting to see all that America had to offer in only a few days was amazing, though it was exhausting.

Jordan and Majid embraced a last time before Jordan walked off to his commercial flight from Laguardia to Toronto. That was one of the things that Majid admired about Jordan. Though Omar had offered to fly him home via private jet, but Jordan had declined because he had come from a modest family and did not take advantage of his relationship with Majid. Jordan was fine with the luxuries when he was with Majid, because he knew that he had a lifestyle he wanted to keep, but when it came ot his own? He’d continue to live within his means.

He would either be surprised or dismayed when he was to board the plane, because Omar had made sure to upgrade his ticket to first class.

It would be a few hours before Majid and Omar landed into a private airfield just outside of LA where Majid stepped from the jet to the first step of the airstairs. He winced as the light from the sun assaulted his eyes, causing him to reach into his jacket pocket and put on his tinted glasses. Armani was printed neatly on the side, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he moved down the airstairs to the tarmac.

It was hot on the airstrip, but nothing like he dealt with in Bahrain at times. So it didn’t really bother him as he looked over shoulder behind him to see his uncle Omar. They stopped short of a helicopter and turned to face each other.

I figured you could use some rotary air time too.

The Arabic flowed from his lips with a bit of a chuckle before he embraced his uncle one last time, and moved towards the pilot who offered a headset to him before they got in. When he got settled, the engine kicked on and slowly the blade began to spin and before long they were off.

It would be a few minutes before the helicopter touched the helipad on a tall building in downtown Los Angeles, and Majid moved from the helicopter and down the stairs.

He was greeted by two people standing in what appeared to be very expensive suits. (The suits WERE more expensive than they looked as their suits were actually also bulletproof) On the right was a very large man who looked like he lived in the gym, but despite his size he was very clean cut and looked very soft with his black hair gelled back in a bit of swoop. To the left was a woman, who had soft features and had the appearance of a model. She had amber eyes and appeared to be more of a model than the head of Majid’s security team that she was. She was Zara, and he was Amal.

You will be late for your date emir.

She stated plainly with an undertone that sounded more on the side of strict and scolding than it did informative. She turned to her side and held her hands towards the door that entered into the building below.

Majid bowed to her and smiled, “Thank you muealim.” He looked to Amal before the two embraced before finally disappearing into the building. He stopped by his top floor penthouse (which unlike my other characters like Kayla it covers the ENTIRE top floor) doing a quick freshup and clothing switch before reappearing below on the ground level. Amal opened the door for him to get into the back of an all-black bullet proof suv, before he got settled in the back as the door closed.

When he made sure his seatbelt was on, he slowly pulled his personal phone (it was encrypted) and sent out a text to Ciara to let her know that he was en route. He had to check with her beforehand if she was cool with his arrangement, because essentially, he traveled everywhere by a convoy of his security team. Right now this meant that there was another, bullet proof black suv in the front (and back) with ramming bullbars. There was also a person on a motorcycle who trailed, but was never close and a souped up all bulletproof all black audi A8 that trailed but was never close too.

For anyone, that would be a lot to take in. But Majid wasn’t just a prince, he was also serving as sort of a diplomat, so he was a target while he was here with his school. He had worked it out where it wouldn’t be so suffocating at school. They would secure the perimeter and work with the school’s security to monitor him, but for the most part wouldn’t even be noticeable.

Moving out in public was a little different though, and there wasn’t much he could do about it especially with someone like Ciara. He didn’t ask, because he didn’t want to know, but knowing Zara he was sure she probably did a full check on her. He hated it so much. He understood it, but he hated it. In Bahrain he got a little more freedom, but a’las.

Slowly the vehicle pulled in front of Ciara’s home. He was honestly very excited to go on this date, though he was not entirely sure how that even happened. It kind of just did, he supposed, but he was happy that It just did. From his own research (checking her social medias and the what not) she was gorgeous and online she seemed sweet.

Tahira and Abbad would probably be pleased and so would his mother, but his father? The fact that he was dating a woman was enough to please that man as Majid’s sensitive nature seemed to be an issue for him. Maybe if he had a girlfriend, he’d man up a bit is probably would be his only thoughts, but he wouldn’t let that get to him.

He slowly moved out of the car and let his Jordan 1’s Deconstructed Easters touch the ground first. He kept his outfit simple today, with the intention of not adding on to the overwhelming nature of dealing with an emir from Bahrain. He wore a pink long sleeve t-shirt, and though it appeared just as a plain shirt it was a logo less burberry solid pink t-shirt. He matched with solid black burberry joggers (and of course the jordans on his feet) along with a pair of Cartier tinted glasses. The chain with the small medallion he wore around his neck was also modest, but it was priced at 2,000 USD. Despite a very modest look, it was actually a very expensive outfit.

You can kind of say the prince was a little out of touch? Though in honesty in Bahrain his clothes were very modest, as he usually wore thobes, jubbahs, or kurtas and the like as he wore Islamic clothing when hew as home. Though even then because he got it from his royal wardrobe, it was probably still more expensive than the common folk.

Either way he smiled making sure to have the door open for when Ciara finally did arrive. Today was going to be a good day.

playing...
Her

by Majid Jordan

OUTFIT

Kitsune2202
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Kitsune2202 · Sep 14, 2021

"Focus on me, I'm about to blow them all away"
Stella Bailey

@Steller.Bae has set their status to:
Work mode

@Steller.Bae has set their outfit to:
Casual

@Steller.Bae has set their location to:
Studio

@Steller.Bae has mentioned:
Zeph, channel, Lin, Landon

@Steller.Bae has Interacted with:
Kinni ( AkuTheWolfOkami )

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So to sum up her second Arts festival experience she had...

A. To endure the worst first parental introduction in years...even if apparently Zeph didn't see it that way. Well Her dad liked him still so maybe saying it was the worst was being a bit dramatic.

B. The mini...fight? Disagreement? Intense-ish conversation she had with Zeph in her DM's. She wasn't sure what to call it since to him it seemed like it was no big deal, but even if she would NEVER admit it aloud. Her feelings were hurt.

C. One of the few people in the place she admired helped her get through her pre-show jitters and even gave her some helpful tips and saw her show! Definetly the highlight of her entire experience.

Combine that with the show being a success, and getting to see her other friends do well overall the Festival was a hit. Just had to ignore the little rough patches that were lingering in the back of her mind. While Channel had helped her think of ways to better her craft and further her career...others not so much.

Which was odd to her because last Stella checked that was kinda the whole reason for being here, but there was a growing number of people around her who seemed to have forgotten that little fact.

That their future and career was the whole purpose of being at a school like HA. Not to be a trophy wife, not to get so drugged up you might go into a coma one day, not to probably wind up catching an STD because you're trying to catch'em all. But to focus and work hard on being someone in this world instead of a washed up has been. Having high school be the best years of your life was a sad sentiment and one she wanted no part of.

Was some of this stemming from her being a little hurt still from what Zeph had said? Yah, sure. Did she how it? Of course. Now she didn't think she was was. She thought she was doing a great job of downplaying and minimizing how she felt about the whole ordeal, but spoiler alert! She wasn't. Turns out her acting skills weren't as good when it came to her actual feelings.

Something about her boyfriend getting caught leaving the ladies restroom from her MOTHER thanks to...you guessed it hanging out with Lin...AGAIN. Every time they hung out it was something it seemed and getting more and more childish and dramatic. It was irritating, but forgivable, too bad that's not all of it!

Learning your boyfriend has no idea what he wants with his life other then a vague hope for it to somehow include dance didn't sit well with her. Even that was more forgivable and she would've pushed it aside easily if it wasn't partnered with "oh btw I might not come back next year and not do said dance thing." So you know move back to a whole different country in what? 5 months? With just a casual "don't think about it." Cause apparently that's more fun.

Clearly they had very different definitions of fun on this matter. Sure it might be more fun to live in ignorance, but did it not occur to him that he was basically saying "Hey Stella, be prepared for me to break up with you by the end of the year. No worries tho right? Hakuna Matata!" Like WHAT? How was she NOT supposed to think about that??

Ok maybe they could date long distance since it's not like she didn't have the revenue to go visit him still and whatever, but that would be a big time zone difference. It's like 17 hours! And yes she looked it up because once again Stella NOT worrying about something in her future was not going to happen. Honestly he should've known better to think it would, or even suggest it.

She would chunk up her reaction to it just being rude and thoughtless on his part, but the truth she was in denial about was that it made her feel temporary, replaceable, and like this whole relationship was "just for fun" for him. Like it didn't matter. Like SHE didn't matter.

After a weekend of being irritated by that she did start to lighten up because it finally settled in her that maybe...maybe that was ok.

Sometimes...ok most of the time, Stella forgot that they were just 15 years old. This didn't have to be the end all be all and there was no need to be upset about that. Maybe the best she could hope for was for it to at least end amicably when it did eventually end. Maybe she'd have to accept that she just wasn't meant to have people in her life she could depend on for extended periods of time. Everyone leaves, just a fact of life it seems.

Just be happy for the time they have and try not to make a big deal when he eventually walks away because at least it's for a good reason.

She can't tell him to choose his sophomore year girlfriend over his family. She wouldn't. She couldn't look him in the eyes and say she'd choose him right now over her career, or her family so it wasn't fair to be upset that he wouldn't either. Well if it was just over family wishes, and wouldn't be a determent to her career maybe she'd have chosen him since she did tell herself going into this she wasn't going to choose a job over him.

But now that she understood where she stood with him she supposed even that was fine now.

Did she apologize for being a moody bitch all weekend? Uh no. Well yes and no. In her own Stella way she did, but did the words "I'm sorry for being so bitchy at you." Come from her lips? No. Once again, pride is Stella's eternal fatal flaw. Always has been and probably always would be.

She did spend the whole week trying to be kind and make up for it, hoping that'd be enough and that at the end of the day he did understand why she was so upset to begin with. If he didn't? Well she couldn't waste any more of her time or energy trying to get it though to him. Plus it wasn't a big deal to him it seemed, so what did it matter?

Even if that thought hurts. Thinking your feelings don't actually matter to your boyfriend. You know the one person your feelings should matter to. She wondered if her feleings mattered to anyone?

Probably not.

She'd also spent a lot of the week trying to be a good friend and checking in on Landon. He'd been through it the past few weeks, and she wanted to be there for him like he'd been there for her melo-drama. It just seemed like a lot of upper-class drama, and it was hard to intervene cause she wasn't really active online when the actual drama happened.

All she could do was have his back when given the chance and be a good distraction. Going out and drinking was a great escape for both of them from their problems.

Speaking of distractions It was finally time to start filming the pilot episode for that brand new series she'd been offered a part in last month around lock-in. Stella was originally skeptical about taking the role just because it could be a lot on her plate to be in two different TV series, but they were with different studios and they assured her the filming wouldn't overlap.

The main reason she finally agreed however was when she found out Landon was going to be her leading man. The two hadn't worked on anything together in forever and she was excited. This would also be the first decently big thing they worked on together, so while there was definitely pressure to perform to his level it was comforting that he wasn't some random big time celeb.

However that wasn't until later today. Right now she had to meet up with one of her classmates for a fitting. One of the plastics designers was working with one of her sponsors and needed to fit her to model for her next photoshoot with them. It wasn't a big deal to her, but it was always a hit or miss when being forced to work with her fellow peers. Kinni? She supposed that was her name.

She didn't have much of an opinion of her from the few twitter interactions. Just seemed on a high horse for someone who literally just got here is all, but that's almost every newbie it seemed upon arrival. However she had to have some talent to be here, and to get hired for this job, and that's what mattered right? She just had to push her drama irritations aside in the name of professionalism.

She made her way to the studio they agreed to meet in and walked in wondering if she was already there. She was about 15 min.s earlier then the time they agree on so if she wasn't it wasn't a big deal, but if she was great because the sooner they started the sooner she could leave. "I'm here." she called out simply to see if there'd be a response.

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Winona · Sep 15, 2021

Nathan Woods

Arts Festival actually hadn't been a total waste of time, although Nate couldn't say that it had been particularly fun for him or shit. He hadn't really gotten a chance to hang with Evie, and she'd obviously been kind of pissed following having to drag Dalton into the show -- and yeah, call him a simp or whatever you wanted to, but he enjoyed hanging out with his girlfriend. A lot. More than he enjoyed hanging out with the majority of people.

Even if she made some joke about being pregnant through text while he'd been outside in his car before school, getting high -- with just weed, mind you. He wasn't about to start popping pills or shooting up in the parking lot of the high school. Nate might've been a bit stupid, but he wasn't that stupid.

That shit was saved for the safety of his room.

... That was definitely a joke.

Anyway, he'd seen her later in the day and she'd told him that it was just a joke, not that it had really provided any relief or shit to Nate. He hadn't been too worried about it to begin with. Nate was the kind of guy that didn't really get worked up over things that you couldn't control, and hey, if he knocked a chick up, he knocked a chick up and he'd handle it all in stride. It was just a kid. Couldn't be too hard, right?

(That was a joke -- Nate just so happened to be a go-to babysitter back in Lecompton... or he had been... before the drug charges, but either way, he had his fair share of experience with kids. He knew they were a fucking mess and he didn't want any, at least not any time soon.)

The rest of the week had gone by, surprisingly enough, without a hitch. Not really any drama, at least not any drama that directly affected Nate. His friends didn't get shoved or punched. Evie didn't have any bitching to do about Gen or her brother or Dalton or Nate didn't know -- breaking a nail or whatever it was chicks got worked up over.

Obviously he wouldn't have cared if she did. Although listening to her vent wasn't his favorite thing to do, he understood it was a part of being her boyfriend, and Nate was cool with being as supportive as she fucking needed or whatever. Again, call him a simp if you wanted. He called it being a decent boyfriend.

Today, though, he was set to hangout with one of the people that he didn't mind too much.

As Nate grabbed his jacket and pulled it on over his shoulders, he headed out of the apartment and down the stairs. What? Did you think he was going to take the elevator? No, fuck that. The stairs were decent enough exercise, so he jogged down them with hands half slid into his pocket.

Once he'd made it to the ground floor, he headed for the front door, pushing into it with his shoulder and stepping out onto the stairs. A lopsided little grin slid onto his face as he spotted the familiar shitty car that belonged to Mike, and Mike residing in the driver's seat. With a tilt of his head, Nate gestured for Mike to come out and join him while he pulled a joint from his jacket pocket, holding it up in the air for Mike to see.

What? You didn't think he was going to be sober for once, did you?

Joke's on you, Nate was already high.

Just a couple pills. Nothing big. Just something to take the edge off.

"What's up?" He asked as Mike exited the car, and he lit up the end of the joint. He took a hit off the joint, and then held it out to Mike to, well, share.

Turns out Nate's interactions were pretty predictable, because it was pretty much always awkward small talk and smoking a blunt.

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idk

location
outside his apartment

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clothes

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song title

by artist

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Evie

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Mike

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ditto · Sep 15, 2021

felix rian emmerson

Listen, even though he’d really gotten nothin’ from allowin’ his oh-so-golden voice to be used in Slater’s octopus-induced murderfest film, Felix was still chalkin’ up this Arts Fest to a successful one.

Now, why, you ask, was the career-focused boy so contented with not gettin’ anythin’ out of that event when it was supposed to be the biggest career boost of the year? Well, because he’d gotten some gains in another area.

You know that Maeve Ackerman? Cute as a button, great personality, really cheerful. Personality that just reminded you of sunshine, put a smile on your face, ya know? Yeah, that one. Felix wasn’t a shy guy, so of course, he’d asked her to the ball…and, ya know what?

She’d said yes.

So now, he had a date to the ball — a cute girl who he was honestly a big fan of — and…yeah, really, that was about it.

The week since had been pretty uneventful, to be honest. Or, well, as uneventful as dealin’ with Kian and Slater all the time could be. Bein’ their keeper was entertainin’ as hell, honestly. I mean, it was hard sometimes just keepin’ them from murderin’ each other, but hey, that was half of the appeal, right? There was really nothin’ like it. He guessed the biggest event of the week was Slater’s mom — total sweetheart, nothin’ like her son, also kind of hot — made them come over and watch the octopus film again. It seriously wasn’t that big of a week.

Anyway, with the Arts Fest said and done and over with and the ball bein’ next week, Felix was fresh outta things to do this weekend. Homework? Yeah, hard pass on that. He considered just hangin’ around his house all day, but that sounded borin’, ya know.

Now, Felix wasn’t one to ignore ideas he got. Ya know, he knew he wasn’t exactly the sharpest sharpest tool in the shed, but hell, he was pretty high up there, right? So when his ingenuity told him an idea that he dwelled on for more than just a second, he did it.

That was how he wound up here, outside of Kian Phelan’s door at around ten am on a random ass Saturday, entirely unannounced.

Knock, knock.

He paused a moment, tappin’ his foot. No answer.

He frowned slightly and tried again: knock, knock. “Ki?” Cuppin’ one hand over the small circle on the door, Felix closed one eye and looked through the peephole. He couldn’t see anything inside. He poised his hand on the doorknob, movin’ the other hand to knock again. He grasped the knob and gave it a lil’ twist just for dramatic effect —

Pop.

“Oop.”

Thing gave way.

Pushin’ the door in further, Felix walked into Kian’s apartment. He casually shut the door behind himself, drew in a deep breath, and breathed out a sigh as he made his way towards the living room, callin’, “Kiki?”

His call wasn’t answered, and he instead found the boy in question himself; there, in the living room, was the boy of the hour, slung across the couch, shirt halfway up, trash sprawled out around him, and a green hat — a frog hat — shoved on his head, one long side of which fell over his nose.

“Holy mother of Jesus.”

Someone’d had a night.

Felix casually walked to the side of the couch, slowly stoopin’ down beside Kian. Reachin’ over and pickin’ up the long side of the hat that rested on Kian’s nose, he sang quietly, “Kiiian…” He tapped Kian’s nose with the side of the frog hat, and then dropped it to the side. “Wakey wakey, Frog Prince,” he said softly. He lifted his hand up to adjust Kian’s hat. “Sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, an’ your good ol’ friend Felix is here to keep you company.”

He patted Kian on the face, standin’ up straight and puttin’ his hands on his hips. Watchin’ Kian, he tapped his foot, waitin’ for his friend to wake up.

…and waitin’…

…and waitin’.

With a soft sigh, he rolled his eyes. “Alrighty,” he said louder, clappin’ his hand and walkin’ to the end of the couch. Felix grabbed ahold of Kian’s feet and slung them off of the side of the couch. “Up ya go, bud.” He leaned over his face. “Time to rise an’ shine, Kiki. Can’t be sleepin’ the day away. Early bird gets the worm — er, early frog." He cracked a grin. "Early frog gets the drugs. That's how it goes."

mood
wakey wakey

location
kian's place

outfit
something casual

playing...
take a slice

by glass animals

mentions
slater

interactions
kian

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AkuTheWolfOkami · Sep 15, 2021

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how she's feeling...

overwhelmed and frustrated, but fabulous
what she's wearing...

This
where she's at...

at arts fest vibin
in the conversation...

Winona

Kinni

Freshman(15)-Fashionista-Goddess

When it came to her designs, sometimes Kinni was so focused that she would lose track of her surroundings. Though her current tunnel vision wasn’t because she was working on a new design, however.

Instead, she kept doing her admittedly obsessive sketch, adding a bit more detail into Zeph’s depiction. She used her eraser to change a few things, because anatomy was not her strongest suit when it came to putting a person on paper. She had no problem with sketching the clothes – which by the way she had drawn Zeph in a bit snazzier outfit because he could have tried harder – but that was also her job.

She didn’t notice Beth had even sat down as she was letting the pencil give way towards the paper shading in the parts, so in fact it caused her to jump when Beth had finally spoken up.

What are you doing?

Kinni looked up at Beth, her heart pounding and he breathing just a slightly bit more labored. She was a bit startled to see the girl in front of her, and it took a minute for her to calm her breathing and to process what she had said.

When she looked down to her sketchbook, she quickly flipped the page to one of her more elaborate designs she was working on and glanced back up to the girl.

“I’m ….”

Kinni started not sure what to add on to it, because for one of the rare times she had been caught off guard and unprepared.

She and Beth didn’t have the most straightforward relationship, to be frank, it was anything but. How they were friends at all this point was a question that still plagued her mind sometimes. Were they even friends? I mean they hung out, though it always seemed that those times they did hangout were abrasive and a bit bumpy. Something always happened – and Beth never really was around just for fun. It was always when either one of them needed something or when Beth was bored.

Their relationship actually resembled more of the kind of relationship that two siblings who didn’t like each other but weren’t exactly enemies had. You know that kind of relationship that because you have to see each other every day you make the most of it, but if you didn’t, you’d probably never speak? Those middle school kind of relationships. The one’s where you see each other every day so you’re really only friends by proximity, and If it weren’t for school you’d never speak to them again?

Yeah. That was what this relationship seemed to be for some reason, yet there was no actual reason that they kept in contact. It’s not like they had to be around each other.

As she figured out slowly what she should say, she looked over to Beth and shrugged her shoulders as she slowly looked at the page of the design in front of her,

“Just sketching some ideas for some designs…”

she told her which was a half-truth. She reached for the coffee that she assumed was there for her and took a sip before placing it back to where she found it.

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ditto · Sep 15, 2021

LINDSAY MORGAN KAY

It was a nice, peaceful day in Lindsay Kay’s condominium complex. As a matter of fact, it had been a nice, peaceful week for the residents of the condo complex; every day was sunny, and everyone was minding their business. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and almost all of the rooms were noiseless.

“TOUCHIN’ MEEEEEE…TOUCHIN’ YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU —“

Of course, Lin’s room was the exception; there was nothing even remotely nice and peaceful about Lin to begin with, but there especially was not about Lin dancing half-naked through his kitchen whilst being as loud as possible.

Slamming his bare foot down on the countertop and yanking the large spoon up towards his mouth to hold it like a microphone, Lin squeezed his eyes shut and belted, “SWEEEEET CAROLINE —“ He aggressively began to thrash his head on each of the subsequent beats: “BUH BUH BUHHH —“

Mitsubishi yapped at his ankle, wagging her tail and tugging on the untied tie that dangled loosely from only a single loop at the waist of his fluffy, white, red-heart-patterned bathrobe. He looked down at her, laughing happily as he continued to screech the lyrics offbeat and offkey, digging into his bowl of dry cereal with the spoon he had wielded as his microphone. His voice was muffled through the mouthful of Trix, but he kept going regardless. He grinned down at his dog as he swallowed, dropping her a piece.

Ya know, being back at school the week after getting into a fight with one of HA’s resident bitch boys — and winning, mind you — was a total fucking power trip, luhmao. He’d enjoyed everyone just being like “woooah, you did that? wow”, you know?

But there had still been a little something that’d damper-ed his mood all week: his girlfriend’s situation.

Lin had a rule that if you were upset around him and he liked you, you wouldn’t be upset for long. He was determined to be distracting from the bullshit that was, ya know, life and shitty stuff like that, and he usually offered a solution in form of doing reckless shit that would get their minds off of it.

But there was just…ya know…for once, Lindsay didn’t really know how to help.

All week, he’d tried, ya know. Tried to at least figure out a solution. ‘Cuz Lin? He was an optimist, ya know. He really believed that everything was gonna turn out fine, but the issue was that Charlie didn’t really believe that. And yeah, he got it, but if she was so focused and deadset on the bad shit happening, there was no way that anything good was gonna come to her.

That fact had wore on his mind all week, and it’d kept his mood down — but he’d made plans with Zeph this weekend, so he was hoping to get his mind off of it that way.

And, psh, everyone knew the first step to cheering up was some good ol’ “Sweet Caroline”.

Still, as the song finished out and up kicked the first notes of “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You”, he couldn’t help but feel a little fall of a mood in his chest. Just ‘cuz, like…Charlie could’ve been here right now. Ya know, he did invite her. ‘course, he got that she didn’t feel like doing things. He didn’t want to drag her around or nothin’, but the thing was that he kinda wanted to drag her out and make her cheer up.

It really kinda killed his spirit to see his friends suffering.

“You’re just too good to be trueeee,” crooned his phone speakers as he picked his phone from off of the counter and opened his text messages. He tapped his text log with Charlie, and he quickly tapped out a message.

you know how i invited you to come hang today?? lmao offer still stands

zephy n i are just hangin

come join us

i miss you n i hope you have a good day terminator

He pressed his lips into a firm line, studying the messages for a long moment after he sent them, and then the trumpet part of the song kicked on, and he shook his butt a little bit to the beat, humming along offkey in spite of his concerned expression. He sat his phone down on the counter, stooping down to pet Mitsubishi.

“Buhnuhbuhnuhbuhnuhbu-bu-bu,” he babbled to her to the beat of the trumpets.

He loved dogs, man. Mitsubishi was just giving him this super warm confused look, and it just made him wanna hug her and kiss her ‘cuz it was like, bro, she doesn’t want me sad, why should I be sad, you know?

Leaning down, he planted a kiss on her forehead, and then he stood up. Jutting out his hip, he slapped a hand on his stomach and did a 180, and then launched into the chorus: “I LOOOVE YOU, BAAAABY, AND IF IT’S QUITE ALRIGHT, I NEED YOU, BAAAABY, TO WARM THE LONELY NIGHTS — I LOVE YOU, BABY, TRUST IN ME WHEN IIIIII SAAAAAAAY — OOOOH PREEEETTY BAAA —”

RIIIIIING!

Immediately, Lin froze, an wide-eyed expression of excitement coming onto his face. He looked down at his dog, putting his fists to his cheeks and squealing like a teenaged girl upon spotting her favorite boyband member. “He’s here!” he cheered, and then he threw his hands up in the air and ran towards the door, his robe flying behind him before.

Whipping the door open, the boy, dressed in only his boxers with Donald Duck on the crotch and his heart-patterned bathrobe, cried, “Zeph!” He immediately flung his arms around his best friend, a big, wide smile on his face as he nuzzled his cheek into his chest. “Bro!” He pulled back, holding him by the shoulders and smiling up at him happily. “Sick, you’re here! I was starting to get scared, luhmao!”

mood
welcome lmao

location
his condo

outfit
not much lmao

playing...
we'll be okay

by lindsay kay

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hunter

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charlie (by text) & zeph

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