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

[apolla]

coleson harrison

the artist

Cole was a mess. Not figuratively, either, though he was sure his stepdad would argue that point. But literally-- the boy was a mess. He had paint and ash everywhere, despite the blanket he'd laid down under his easel. He had the window open, but still, the scent of the blunt he was smoking filled the room, and likely the entire apartment as well. Did he or his roommates care? Nooot a bit. With the blunt carefully tucked between his lips, he gave his most recent work a few light strokes of the paintbrush, humming along to the song playing through his speakers.

Though he wasn't in the music department as that was not where his talent lay, music was still a very important thing to him. He loved listening to it while he painted; he could easily get lost for hours on a single project. And when he reached out to touch the still wet paint with his fingers, fixing the mark he'd made, he would just brush the paint on his khaki pants, not a care in the world.

Inhaling, he grew momentarily distracted as the tip of the blunt lit up. Holding the smoke in his lungs, he reached for the blunt and took it from between his lips, blowing the smoke out a few moments later. Without looking, he reached for the ashtray that he swore he put on the table beside him, only he couldn't find it. A second before he turned his head to look though, his fingers brushed against the plastic thing, knocking it to the floor.

"Oops." Staring down at the mess of ashes, blunts, and cigarette butts on the carpet, he sighed heavily and set the paintbrush and paint down on the table. Sinking to his knees, he righted the ashtray, setting it back on the table and positioning the blunt carefully in it. Then he scooped the ashes and mess with his hands, tossing them back into it as well. His hands were positively worse now, but he just brushed them off on his pants and stood.

He grabbed the blunt again and took one more hit before carefully putting it out. The painting wasn't done, but it would have to wait if they were going to make it to the game. He glanced down at himself, shrugged, then turned away from the painting to move to his door. "Ay! Who's driving?" He shouted into the hallway, waiting a beat before one of them came back with a muffled 'you!'.

Figures. Ah, well, he drove better stoned anyway.

A short time later, the guys had gathered into the car and they were off. Cole actually did not drive better stoned, but he got them there in one piece. He parked on the curb thing when he finally pulled into a spot, but just left it there. The guys got out and headed for the ticket booth, where they each purchased one. "The games aren't that bad." He laughed at Nico's comments, shaking his head as they piled in through the gate.

Looking around as they entered, Cole spotted a few people he knew and gave them small waves or head nods. He hadn't given his outfit or appearance any further thought since looking at it earlier, though that was probably a reason for some of the stares. He ignored them as usual, heading to an area beside the bleachers where he could light up a cigarette. "It hasn't even started yet?" He asked, surprise lacing his tone. "I thought we were later than that."

inside the stadium area

high as a kite

Nico ( _amaranth_ ); Nate ( Winona ); Toni ( Kitsune2202 )

coded by natasha.

 

[_amaranth_]

MOOD: this is the night!

OUTFIT: click!

LOCATION: parking lot

basics

MENTIONS:
xxx

INT:
Ali ( apolla )
Lin ( ditto )

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

RUBY ZABIELSKI

she would rather walk in darkness than in someone else's shadow...

It took some time. A significant amount of time. It might have been just a stupid Homecoming game but Ruby still took her sweet time to get ready for it. She needed to look like she just threw the outfit together five minutes before leaving the house and it required time. And then again, her mother would never allow her to leave the house without being the best she could be. Mommy dearest was the most controlling vulture ever and Ruby couldn’t wait to finally graduate and get rid of her. And the best part? The woman didn’t even live at the same place. But Ruby had to take pictures of everything she wore and send it over for an approval. It’s been this sick twisted tradition for years and Ruby was seriously annoyed.

It was another reason why it took more time. She needed to wait for yes or no. And there were too many nos so far. So when she finally got her yes, she just grabbed her bag and hollered at her sister. As expected, Alizah was so not ready. Her two seconds comment made her scoff. The thing was, Ruby and Ali were step sisters. And though mother was equally hard on both of them, Ruby had it even harder since Alison Zabielski was Ali’s stepmom. Ali was allowed a tiny little bit more than Ruby which was bothering but well...not Ali’s fault.

“Just move your ass, we have to go.” she winked and disappeared from the doorway, diving back to her room to touch up her face. She didn’t go all wild this time, after all, it was a football game. It was all just highlighter, concealer, touch of mascara here, soft eyeliner there. Only her lips were ruby red. Pun intended. A signature.

As usual, it was Ruby who drove. She had no problem with that. There was nothing better than to grip the wheel of her Porsche and hurry through the streets, sing along Ali and the radio and just enjoy the ride. Maybe she was not exactly the best driver and many people told her they were afraid to sit in the car with her behind the wheel but Ruby honestly could care less.

Ali showed her a parking spot and Ruby went for it right away, blocking also the one right next to it. Yeah, okay, Ruby couldn’t park for the world and always did the most shitty job. Come say it to her face, sweetcheeks!

But she still got out of the car, looking like a million dollars. “Aaaaw, don’t be so sour, Ali. It’s gonna be a great night, you’ll see. Need me to find you a company?” Ruby grinned and the matchmaker in her fluttered with joy. But if Ali ever let her set her up with a boy, that would probably be the day for the world to end. Okay, maybe Ruby wasn’t 100% successful in her matchmaking business but eventually, she always put the right people together, okay?!

“Lin! Hi!” she exclaimed and gave the boy a hearty hug. His outfit went without saying, it was Lin, he could wear anything, even if it looked...like this. “What’s up with the balloons, love?” she pointed at the decoration Lin chose for the night and pushed a loose strand of hair away from his forehead. They were definitely not a thing, nor they ever would be. But he might as well be like that crazy brother to get in trouble with Ruby never had. “We should probably head inside and get some good seats.” Ruby proposed and looped her arms with both her companions, walking straight toward the ticket booth.

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

MOOD: thoughtful

OUTFIT: green

LOCATION: stadium

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
open

tags

TL;DR just read the stupid thing ya dork

tl;dr

Veronica Crosby

Ronnie found herself running late to the game due to her insistence on finding the most stylish outfit she could while adhering to Hollywood Arts' school colors. It was unfortunate; she was never a fan of green shades. With a dissatisfied sigh, she bolted out the door, then ran back inside after realizing she was still barefoot. This resulted in another dilemma over which shoes to wear. Unable to make up her mind, she played eeny meeny miny moe and took off.

One positive thing about living in the student dorms was its vicinity to the school. She made it to the stadium not too late, happy to be in a shorter ticket line due to the majority of the attendees already being inside. The crowded bleachers made it difficult to tell if anyone she knew was there, although she did spot a few friendly faces. She was happy to see Eli with the cheer team, admiring his confidence. Ronnie was by no means afraid of performing, however she could just imagine how stressful it would be to keep up with the rest of the cheer team. Well, she couldn't really imagine. But it was probably hard. Their techniques differed from her own experiences with her choreography from various musicals.

The young girl found an empty spot on the bleachers and began to apply her makeup, which she could have done at home if she didn't spend an hour deciding between a skirt or pants. In the end, she came to the conclusion that she would have to sacrifice her comfort in this cold weather in order to rock her favorite green skirt. She took a look out onto the field, thinking about last year's homecoming game. As her first, it was exciting, but everything was so new and overwhelming. Now this year, she hoped to gain more confidence among her peers that she admired so much.

Maybe this year will be easier. Ronnie now had several good friends and was slowly gaining the confidence she needed to figure out what she wanted out of her time at Hollywood Arts. Of course, she intended on actually sitting with friends during the game, as opposed to her awkward time alone last year. But first-- makeup. She continued applying it with her tiny mirror, shivering because of the cold wind.

code by valen t.

 

[fin]

Tyler Hampton.

Tyler let out another exasperated laugh at Jada's words, a laugh much slower, and dryer than usual. He could feel the buzz really taking effect, one that'd taken awfully long to come because it was paired with his paranoia. While the posters really only advertised a no alcohol rule, it was a given that smoking on school, or community grounds was a no-no. With everybody distracted though, a couple drags of convenient store Backwoods wouldn't hurt anybody, right?

"Hey, hey, hey now..." Tyler said slowly as he dusted off the blunt in his right hand with a single pinkie. "You know I don't play with my snacks." He angled his forehead over to Jada's, brows furrowing to signal his playful seriousness. And then he felt it. The feeling of the cheap plastic bag being ripped away from his grip. Now the seriousness was legit. "Hey! I'm pointing out matter of factly that the burnt ones, are actually the best ones." Tyler smiled at himself, not only because he wasn't wrong, but because it showed just how much of a Taki amateur Jada truly was. Following another drag at the joint, Tyler brought his hand forwards to take whatever remaining Takis were in the bag, and tossed them into his mouth. "You're throwing it out, J." His smile was playful, and wide at that, and as he chewed smoke billowed slowly out of his nose and ears. Both his hands were held up high, the palm of his free hand wide open to signal his separation from the bag.

"You've seen worse? Funny attempt at a compliment but I'll take it." He rolled his eyes at her words, but still had the feeling of a pair of eyes lingering on him. With a quick glance back, Tyler matched Jada's warm brown eyes, the type that could put you into a trance if you stared too much. He liked it, the otherworldly feeling he got when he got lost in them, but that was a conversation he didn't want to get into with her. They were just childhood friends, and only because of their fathers' interference.

"I want to say I'd watch that with you, but that show's all cringe, Jada. Wild 'n Out on the other hand? Now that's some good lyrical comedy I'm down for." The bud in his hands was now blazing at his fingers as it'd been burned down to size. The sun was falling too, and soon enough it'd be nighttime. All signals for the two of them to head inside, if the chances of a teacher catching them hadn't hung over their heads long enough. Tyler forced his foot down on the blunt, before turning to Jada. "Let's head inside though before all the good seats are gone, hm? Maybe Dei could wave to you if he's not too focused on himself." He added the final sentence in a teasing tone.


Tyler had found himself instinctively throwing an arm over Jada's shoulder as they headed towards the ticket booth. They were close enough where something like that wasn't awkward, and he'd probably had his arm around her shoulder a million times in the past, yet for whatever reason Tyler felt his heart skip this one time. He gulped, and hoped Jada had been too high to notice him being any bit awkward.

mood anxious, high.

location h.a. parking lot -> ticket booth.

tag(s) jada, erzulie ,

mention(s) n/a.

outfit xoxo

coded by weldherwings.

 

[erzulie]

Jada

LOCATION: ticket booth
OUTFIT: go hawks!
INTERACTIONS: tyler
MENTIONS: kordei
TAGS: fin

“Yeah yeah, I know.” Jada only rolled her eyes at him, balling up the now empty bag and Takis and slipping it into her pocket. She’d throw it away once she was close to a trash can. Though she probably should have thrown it at his forehead instead, seeing as he didn’t plan on sharing in the first place. Jada knew how serious he was when it came to his snacks and so she made it her goal to ask him for whatever it was he’d been eating in an attempt to push his buttons. Or playfully making a fuss when he didn’t offer her any.

Jada only raised an eyebrow at him, grinning playfully when he rolled his eyes. “Most people say thank you though….” She trailed off as in deep in though. In reality she was caught in his honey gaze. She was content with staying like this for the remainder of the night. Jada was sure that she was lost, but couldn’t find it within herself to want to be found. For a moment time around them slowed and she was no longer gazing at her childhood friend, it was as if she was seeing him for the first time.

It took her a few moments to realize that he was speaking to her, her gaze focused on his lips solely rather than the words he spoke. Jada really hoped that he hadn’t noticed her staring like she had a problem or something. She only managed to catch the last part of what he was saying. “Yeah sure.” Her tone was one of clear sarcasm. Jada was sure that Kordei would be too focused on himself or his girl to pay them any mind.

As Tyler placed an arm over her shoulder Jada smiled slightly, feeling giddy for some weird reason. Her fingers twitched as she resisted the urge to lace their fingers together, after all they wouldn’t want anyone to start with the gossip. Instead she settled for moving a tad bit closer. “We should get a seat in the front, so we can see everything. Oh and I’m most definitely getting something to eat while we watch. I know I’m gonna be hungry in a few.” Jada reached into her purse for her student ID, she had made sure to remember to bring it in order to get the student discount on her ticket.

Jada took a quick look around and upon seeing a variety of staff she was grateful that the weed had only smelt of honey. People would probably assume that it was perfume or body wash, though it was mixed with the scent of cocoa butter that she adored. She just really hoped that a teacher or another member of the staff spotted them and tried to chat. She would probably start giggling or being more chatty than usual, which was typical when she was high or on the rare occasion, drunk.

code by low fidelity.

 

[jasmyn]

LOCATION: homecoming game


OUTFIT: xxx

basics

nickie ditto
ash Winona
chas hery
cheer team

mentions

usernames here

interactions

Aria Gray

sixteen ~ sophomore ~ hetero ~ visual; acting

If there was one thing that Aria hated it's sharing the spotlight. Yet here she was being insultingly downgraded to a co-captain with none other than Nickie Abrams. She could just hear her god-awful mother now. "What is the point if you aren't the best?" When the last co-captain got injured, which she totally had nothing to do with, Aria thought that she would finally be the head cheerleader. The stupid coach had the idea to hold quick tryouts though and naturally Nickie was voted in. It wasn't that she hated her fellow cheer captain, they at least faked nice some of the time. That counted for being friendly and a team player. Ew. That was an ugly thought.

Oh well. Despite not being fully in control she would be front and center and she was hard to miss. After fixing the bow that was clipped in front of her high ponytail, she strutted towards the bleachers and tossed her pom-poms down. The crowd was pumped and not just for the football team. Everyone knew the cheer team was the main attraction, didn't they? She picked up her black Michael Kors backpack to dig out her water bottle. Was it too expensive to have at a game? Yes. Did she care? No. Her dad would just buy her a new one anyway. She'd never been one to have a real concept of money. She was definitely too spoiled for her own good and that's how she liked it. Why fix something that wasn't broken?

Aria stood near the other girls as she drank her water and as usual she was eavesdropping. She could hear a few random conversations and then there was Ash and Nickie talked about how excited they were. To be honest, it was a wonder how she and Ash were such good friends. Maybe it was a good thing she had someone like Ash. She balanced her out and probably kept her from taking things too far. At least, when she was around. Plus, Aria had become sorta protective of the girl too. It was weird because they didn't hang out daily but she just felt a connection to the girl. Like she saw some glimpse of good that most people didn't or something.

Her eyes flickered over to the crowd, searching for something more interesting but to no avail. She heard something about an after-party through the grapevine of social media and she was honestly ready for it. Although, it wasn't one she or Chas were throwing so who knew how great it'd really be. "Ten minutes till we are back on our feet!" she called out. She needed to stretch before they went at it again so she promptly sat on the ground to do so, her eyes glancing up at the crowd as she did.

code by valen t.

 

[Winona]

Nickie had energy and it brought a smile to Ash's face. She felt herself relaxing the longer that Nickie spoke, although she did watch with a little confusion as Nickie seemed to be searching. It didn't occur to the blonde that she was probably looking for her stuff.

"Oh I'm sure they'll win," Ash replied. "They're actually like, really good. And even if they don't, it's not like it's your fault and no one will be mad at you." She hoped that she was doing this whole supportive thing correctly -- and it wasn't like Ash was lying. She really did think they would win and who would really have the heart to be mad at Nickie over losing?

She was starting to relax more and was actually starting to really enjoy the conversation with Nickie. The other girl was sweet -- Ash wasn't sure why Aria seemed to heavily dislike her. "You're sweet, Nickie." She laughed. "I'll be good, though. I might grab something like... later." It would be nice to take a break from the bleachers and walk over to the concession stand -- Ash had brought cash just for that kind of opportunity but for now? She was content.

A frown graced her lips when Nickie mentioned her missing bag. "Sorry -- I haven't seen it." She admitted, even leaning forward to move her satchel aside to see if she could find the Ziploc bag but alas, it was to no avail. "Sorry," she apologized again before pushing the bag back under and straightening herself back up. "I would offer you candy, but like... all I have is some money and my makeup." Maybe she should carry pixie sticks with her. For these moments.

Nickie's exuberant attitude took them to the next topic -- a topic that Ash most certainly didn't want to breach and one that turned her cheeks a bright shade of red. Who would she have gone with to the game if she wasn't stuck here on the bleachers? Her nervous hands now moved from the fabric to play with the end of her braid that was resting over her shoulder. You were supposed to take like... a date to the game, weren't you? Or did Nickie just mean friends?

Alas, no one would care to ask if it was just friends.

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip for a moment and she shrugged. "I-it's, I mean..." Stuttering. Great. But it was a question that left her speechless. Even if her and Nico's breakup had been just almost two months ago, it was still like a raw wound in Ash's side. She had, after all, spent an entire year of her life with the guy -- not something that was exactly easy to get over. And, surprise surprise, it was difficult to try and find your footing and date again after something like that.

Well, it was for her. She was sure it wasn't for him.

Now, her eyes moved away from Nickie to look at her lap. It was easier. "I just ahh... I probably wouldn't be here." Ash admitted and then she looked back at Nickie, this time a wavering smile on her lips. "I certainly wouldn't have a date like some of the other people." She was quick to add with a little laugh. And it was true! She was about to say that there were probably no guys that would've wanted to go with her, but quickly corrected herself before speaking. "Definitely no guys that would go with me..." But that was fine, because she was alright on her own -- even if Trevor crossed her mind for the briefest of seconds, but that was just harmless flirting. If it was even really flirting. God, she was stammering, though. Stammering, stuttering, and goodness, someone needed to stop her. "Actually, I probably would've come with Eli."

And apparently, that summoned him because it was then that Eli was making his way over to Ash and Nickie. She was grateful for some kind of distraction -- and perhaps an end -- to this awkward conversation by the presence of her best friend. One of her best friends. He was kind of even with Gen -- Ash couldn't pick a favorite twin. She loved them both.

She scooted over on the bench to make room for Eli, a bright smile widening on her face -- although it faltered for a moment when she noticed that he seemed distracted. Eli had seemed distracted a lot since... everything with Charlie. Ash wished more than anything that she could make her friend feel better, but alas, all she could do was be there to support him.

Honestly, having Eli on the team had been the greatest addition the cheerleaders could've had. All the stress and the arguments between the other cheerleaders made Ash less stressed now that she had Eli with her. If he wasn't also on the team, Ash wasn't even sure that she would've stuck with cheerleading for this long. Sure, she enjoyed it, but the tension in the team was strong.

"Hey," she said with a grin to him. "Please, you were really amazing." Ash said with a scoff when she realized that Eli didn't have a water. Had he come with one? She wasn't sure, so she held her bottle out to him. "Thirsty?" She asked, before Aria's calls caught her attention and she looked back towards the intimidating blonde.

Sure, her and Aria were friends, but that didn't mean Ash wasn't at least a little intimidated by the other girl. She knew what Aria was capable of -- or, at least, had an idea -- and it was almost a surprise to Ash that Aria was never mean to her like she was to the other girls. But it was nice to have someone like Aria on her side and looking out for her, and it wasn't like she was that bad. Ash actually really liked Aria. She was sweet! Really!

Ten minutes? Ash took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly in a deep sigh. She was not ready to go back out there.

Ash

INTERACTIONS: Nickie, Eli

MENTIONS: Nico, Trevor, Aria

TAGS: ditto geminiy jasmyn _amaranth_

code by valen t.

 

[ditto]

@oh_kay_buddy_
filler

MOOD || explaining himself
filler
OUTFIT || sweater-shorts combo
filler
LOCATION || parking lot outside of the ticket gate
filler
INTERACTIONS || _amaranth_ (ruby) apolla (ali)
filler
MENTIONS || N/A
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Lin hugged Ruby tightly, tugging on his cap a couple times as he did. "Glad I caught ya!" he said chipperly. He pulled back from the hug and chuckled as she brushed away the strand of hair. "Thanks. Can't stay an icon if my hair's effed up, huh?"

He glanced over at his bike as she pointed at it. He scoffed and brushed a hand in the air. "Oh, that old thing? The damn teachers banned me from driving my car to games cuz of my 'suspended license' or whatever. And also that time." He rolled his eyes. "It was just a stop sign. Nothing important. Don't see why it was so important to them, anyway. It wasn't like anyone paid attention to it. Psht." He chuckled. "The balloons are my 'grand entrance'. Tried to mount a fog machine to the side of my back axel, but I used thirteen sticks of hot glue and it still didn't stay. The helium balloons were a last resort. Still badass though, right?"

He grinned as she linked arms with him, and they made their merry way to the ticket booth, Lin grinning at the people who stared at him. He whipped out his wallet and pulled out his credit card as the person told him the cost, and he flashed his student ID at them like it was a VIP pass and not a discount given to all of the students.

He slid everything back into place, but he stayed back and waited for Ruby and Ali, and once they were done, he laughed, "I think we've already missed the chance of 'good seats'." He pointed at the very middle of the stadium. "Will there be good enough?"

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code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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[Kitsune2202]

location?
HA stadium
interactions?
Nate ( Winona ) , Cole ( apolla ) , Nico ( _amaranth_ )
outfit?
Here

Antonio Elizondo

Antonio had zero concept of time right now. He'd been chilling on his high from eating half an experimental pot cookie he'd made himself. Sure any of the guys could try them and he left them in the kitchen just in case when they got back they felt the urge. He felt he did his best work while he was under some sort of influence to take him outside of himself. He was addicted to the feeling and the way his head space was free on the bondage of reality. Sure he wasn't completely insane, but he had his best ideas when he wasn't dealing with the nonsense pressure of school, and other BS. The smell in the air let him know he wasn't the only one of the guys pre-gaming a bit. It was something that bonded him and his roommates honestly. They shared more common ground then that, but it was a good base.

He'd asked Nico to come with him because while he enjoyed hanging out with Cole and Nate both guys were more sociable then he was and at an event like this would likely bump into people and actually hang around them. Toni knew himself well enough and his disdain for being in large crowds for too long knew he'd be lucky to make it to half-time before bailing out early to get some "fresh air". He knew the perfect guy to join him for that would be Nico. Not to mention if they aren't in a crowd there less chance of Nico getting into a fight. Their friendship honestly shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone, and Toni was more then grateful to have it. Someone in the world who truly gets you...Sober and high? That's rare and worth keeping.

He could hear Cole call out asking who was driving and he blurted out in return "You" because he certainly was in no mood to drive. It only dawned on him after the words left his lips that honestly...Maybe if they valued their lives they should've went with Nate. He pocketed what looked like a pack of regular candy gummies and a tiny shot bottom of Whiskey for emergency usage. He was still riding the end of his high, but just in case it worse off and he didn't wanna light up on campus grounds at the game. The smell always lingered in his hair too so he didn't wanna deal with that and any officials they might run into. It's also when he ate the cookie rather then rolling a joint today.

However that did signal that it was pretty much time to go. He looked down at himself and only felt the need to switch his top. He grabbed the first shirt that looked like it had green in it. It was luck that it was the right shade, he wouldn't have cared regardless. That was as much school spirit they'd get outta him tonight. After all he wasn't really going to the school or the team. He didn't really like sports after all. He was going because it was a chance to go hang out with his friends outside of their room.

They finally arrived though the road was rough as expected due to who was driving, but it seemed they'd all pre-gamed a bit so no one else would've been much better. They got their tickets relatively quickly, and like the others he was surprised they were on time. He chuckled a bit at his friends comments, "It's a miracle we all came, and even more so that we aren't late...a miracle or Armageddon I guess." It actually irked him, he was hoping they'd be late so some of this density would've died down. "The games, not the problem, it's all the loud fans who are bound to bump into everyone." He sighed running his hands through his curly dark locks. "But hey we're here to have fun let's make the most of it." He looked at Nico, "I vote we go to the top of the stands farthest from the band and cheer squad. I feel like that'll have the most space, you down?" He then looked at Cole and Nate to see if they agreed too.

I became Insane with long bouts of terrible sanity~

coded by incandescent

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

HAND OVER HAND

Seb had tossed up whether or not to go to the Homecoming game for a long time. He wasn't having an off day; actually, he was feeling okay. When that happened, he had two options: make the most of it while he could, or not do anything that would risk bringing his mood down. The homecoming game was something that, honestly, fell into both categories. He knew everyone would be going, especially the seniors, since it was technically (if they all graduated) the last homecoming of their lives. And sure, it was normal to go and everything but... Seb couldn't think of things like that. He couldn't do the 'normal' stuff, no matter how much he wished he could. And if he went and hated it, and his mood plummeted, that wouldn't be a very good memory at all, would it?

In the end, he was staring in his closet, convincing himself he didn't have anything to wear anyway, when he spotted that stupid hoodie that Chas had made him buy for the purpose of going to the game. Sebastian deliberately ignored the butterflies in his stomach when he pulled the hoodie out, and pretended to still be undecided about whether he was attending or not when he pulled the hoodie on. He couldn't even put his hands in his pockets like he normally did because it had some weird-ass front pocket that was apparently fashionable. It would be stupid of him to attend the game just because he'd bought something for it... right? But then again, he should show support for the team.

He told himself that that was his excuse the entire bike ride to the school. He was just supporting his team, his school, he was just trying to be a good student. And if he smiled every time he remembered the hoodie he was wearing, well, that was his own business. By the time he stopped outside the stadium and chained his bike up, he realized he was probably a little bit late. Oh, well, he'd just sneak into the bleachers and sit up the back. He was tall, so it was best if he didn't sit directly in front of anybody.

He shoved his hands into his jean pockets - stupid sentimental hoodie - and hopped up onto the bleachers, making his way past the groups of students. He was watching the ground, trying not to disrupt anyone, but he lifted and turned his head when he heard - oh, fuck. Chas was there because of course he was and Seb would be lying if he said that that wasn't half the reason he'd come, after all. If it was just Chas, by himself, Seb would go over and say hi, but he was with Adriane and Ritu and... they weren't really Seb's crowd. In fact, they were the kind of people that Seb avoided, at all costs. And yeah, Chas fit in with them sometimes but... he wasn't the same, not to Seb.

He really didn't want to just escape without saying hi at least once, so he slowed down as he neared the group, and when Chas looked his way, Seb caught his eye and didn't bother fighting the smile on his face as he waved. It was only a few seconds, and afterwards he ducked his head again and went right up the back to take a seat, but it was so worth it.

Sebastian

MOOD: Tired; apprehensive

LOCATION: Stadium bleachers

OUTFIT: Dark green hoodie, black skinny jeans, dark blue sneakers

INTERACTIONS: hery

code by valen t.

 

[jasmyn]

LOCATION: Starbucks >> Stadium


OUTFIT: xxx

basics

trevor ditto

mentions

charlie geminiy
amy Kitsune2202

interactions

kennedy parker

seventeen ~ junior ~ hetero ~ music; vocals

"Woke up this morning. Heart was beating out my chest. So excited, realizing, that you weren't here to judge me. No one to impress..." Kennedy was sitting at a table in a nearby Starbucks, softly singing to herself as she worked on a new song. For someone who wrote about love and guys and even breakups, she wasn't an expert in the subjects. At least, not lately. Here in Hollywood Arts, she'd been much more focused on friendships and music. It didn't matter though. She was happy with where she was in life and she wrote her music just fine without the actual experiences. Besides, her last relationship back home wasn't exactly a great one. Long story short, he was a major asshole.

She was penciling a few more lyrics when she happened to glance at her phone and noticed the time. Shit. She was late for the homecoming game! She yanked the headphones out of her ears and stuffed her phone with them into her bag, the sound of the instrumental her friend had sent her was still playing faintly on them. There was no time to go back to the apartment for an outfit change so she'd have to go with what she had on. Luckily that happened to be a green-colored bodysuit and shorts paired with combat boots, and a black cardigan. She jumped up, not realizing she left her iced coffee on the table and rushed out to her car.

Once she got to the stadium, she immediately began searching for her best friends but there were way more people than she was expected. Assuming they had already found seats she made her way inside. "Shit, where are they?" she muttered to herself, anxiety rising as she struggled to push through the crowd. "Charlie! Amy!" Kennedy called out to them when she finally spotted them, waving as she walked over their way. "Sorry, I got caught up writing a new song and I lost track of time. Where is Trev?" she asked, sitting down on the bleachers beside Charlie.

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[Winona]

The idea of this being their last Homecoming game didn't hold the same weight for Adriane as it did for so many of her classmates. Fearing the end of high school was for those that had peeked -- Adriane was ready to graduate, spread her wings, and make a name for herself. As far as she was concerned, this school was holding her back.

"You did put a lot into this," she agreed. Although to be fair, Adriane didn't know what he had done. She didn't pay attention to whatever the student council did. Politics were boring but school politics were even more boring. Plus, she could care less what they did when it came to something like the game. Now the student council's involvement in the dances was something that Adriane really did care about. Especially with this being her last year to enjoy them.

Not that she was getting sentimental over that.

As Ritu approached them, Adriane's gaze shifted over from the field to look at the younger girl. Ritu reminded Adriane of a younger, less pretty version of herself -- maybe that's why she allowed the young girl to hang around.

"Lindsay Kay?" Adriane echoed, her expression not changing as she tried to remember who that was when it clicked. The weird little competitive twerp with the bad fashion taste and that weird bike. Adriane avoided him like the plague. A smile pricked at the edges of Adriane's lips at the thought, though. "Of course he is. I don't understand why they allowed that boy into this school. He really brings down the school's image." Plus it wasn't like he had any actual talent.

Like she said, this high school was a joke that was holding her back.

Adriane

INTERACTIONS: Chas, Ritu

MENTIONS: Lin

TAGS: hery ditto Caoimhe_

code by valen t.

 

[ditto]

@therealnickieabrams
filler

MOOD || spill, sis
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OUTFIT || cheer uniform
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LOCATION || football stadium
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INTERACTIONS || Winona (ash) geminiy (elias)
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MENTIONS || jasmyn (aria)
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Nickie listened to Ash speak with a curious look on her face. Her eyebrows were pulled in, and her lower lip was tucked into her mouth. This was her "tea interpreting" face. She wore it more of the time that she listened to people talk. Call it her "Sherlock Holmes cap" of an expression; in other words, she used it to look too deep into things.

Oh, yeah. She's totally into someone, she concluded, her face relaxing and her lips returning to their previous state of smiling.

Her gaze shifted from Ash to the approaching boy. She smiled brightly at him. It was definitely one of the first times that her smile towards him was genuine. She laughed lightly at his compliment. "Thanks, Eli! It's...definitely stressful, but I'm enjoying it, really! I'm just lucky to've gotten the position!" Her eyes trailed down to where Aria sat. She knew that Aria was super jealous of her, naturally, but she laughed aloud as a way to mentally brush her out of her head.

She looked over at Eli again. "Eli, you did amazing out there, too!" She looked at Ash again. "You, too, A--"

"Ten minutes til we're back on our feet!"

Nickie's smile fumbled as she held back a dark scowl. God, she hated even hearing her voice. That bitch...she was so utterly annoying. She'd tried to sabotage her way too many times, and it was just Nickie's first week being in this position. If she didn't hate her before, she surely did now.

She looked at Eli again, giggling once more to get the thoughts out of her head. "So, Eli, I was just asking Ash-- who would you have asked here if you weren't a cheerleader? I wanna know. I'm curious."

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[natsukashii]

mood

Mentally a wreck but putting a brave face on

location

Stadium with the cheerleader squad

outfit

See middle picture

interactions

Eli, the cheer squad

mentions

Eli, Aria

tags

geminiy ditto Winona jasmyn

Mimi sat on the bleachers with the rest of the cheer squad, but unlike the rest of them, who all were talking amongst each other and trying to pass the time until they were up again, Mimi was in her own little world, indulging herself in thoughts about what she was going to eat after the game, what outfit of hers she had stuffed in the back of her car she was going to wear to the after-party (she assumed there was going to be one), and quite possibly the most pressing of the myriad of thoughts circling around in her head, the conversation she had with her mother mere hours before the game. It was mostly about her life after high school and where most of her priorities lay.

Mimi Park got into her 2018 Infiniti Q50, a car paid in full from her sponsors and, of course, her daddy gifting her with an early birthday gift last year. It was red and beautiful and it sparkled in the right light source. She had always thought it was too flashy, but most of her hard work, plus her father being an impulse buyer had just fit. They were proud of her and who was she to argue? At the very least, she could ride in style to her apartment which was about twenty minutes from Hollywood Arts. Another thing of hers that was paid mostly from her modeling career way back when.

As she hit the road and deep into Billie Eilish's Bad Guy, her phone rang, which interrupted her poor excuse for a vocal solo because her car was hooked up to her phone via Bluetooth. After the fourth ring, Mimi came to a red light. She could have made it when it was yellow but she was temporarily distracted by her mother's photo popping up on her cell.​

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"Hey, mama!" She said with a cheerful tone. "What's up?"​

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"Just calling to remind you of that photoshoot we talked about this week. It's this weekend."​

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"Oh yeah, I know! Don't worry, my agent told me about it!" Mimi was, of course, lying through her ass. Not only had she forgotten about it but amidst Homecoming preparations, squad practice, and her general desire to ignore her non-HA responsibilities, she hadn't given it a second thought.​

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"Is that so?" Hana's tone was flat, though it edged on the usual disapproval she had whenever she was about to give one of her usual lectures. "Then is that why Theresa told me you've been dodging her calls?"​

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And just like that, she was busted, but Mimi wasn't going to panic. There was no reason for her to do that -- not yet, at least. "Okay, okay, so I might've stretched the truth but I've been really busy. Homecoming is a lot of responsibility--"​

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"--And so is your career. You can't be chasing these useless dreams of living out your last year at Hollywood Arts by going to a game that doesn't matter and being what you aren't." Hana's voice became stern, and by Mimi remaining quiet as she drove, dominant. "You are not just a normal teenager, Min-Jin. You are my daughter! And as such, I expect you to align your priorities where they really matter. Anything not relating to your assignments at HA should not be your main concern." As she finished, a silence of an uncomfortable silence consumed the call for almost a solid half-minute until Hana spoke once more. "Am I clear?"​

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Mimi had let all of that sink in. She soaked it up like she was a sponge and her mother's sharp tongue was scorching water. It was engraved into her mind, which had shattered her positive mood and obliterated her self-confidence for the day. "Yes mother," she said in a defeated tone.​

And she had been sitting on that thought for so long, everything that happened outside her mind seemed to fade into a static white noise until she heard Aria mention when they were going to be back on the field. And she started to really panic. Not compared to how she was doing so a few minutes ago mentally, but now it was starting to slip out from the veil of her half-smile. If there was anyone paying attention to her right now, they might notice. She was grateful that they were having their own conversations about something that she couldn't recall to really pay any close attention to her.

"Ten minutes," she found herself repeating. She forced her smile to widen by a few notches. Mimi had to be her cheerful self. If not for the team, then for herself. She would then make the conscious decision to insert herself into the focus on Eli. She heard snippets and Nickie had just asked who he would take to the game if they weren't cheerleaders. "Yeah, tell us, Eli!"

Mimi Park

coded by hanthesunbeam

 

[Caoimhe_]

Ritu

bitch, you better hope
I never run across your man

location: homecoming game
outfit: outfit of the day
❛ interaction: Adriane, Chas ❜
❛ mentions: Adriane, Chas, Lin, Kordei, Amy ❜
tags: Winona hery ditto fin Kitsune2202

"Does he even know the meaning of a blacklist?” she said as she crossed her arms before continuing, “something tells me intelligence isn’t his strongest suit.” She raised an eyebrow in Lin and his friends’ directions before rolling her eyes. Part of her did feel mean for her remarks, she was sure that Lin wasn’t even that bad of a guy truthfully. He was probably a really good guy – but her friends didn’t need to know that. They didn’t need to know that she would sometimes gaze at their group longingly, in hopes for a friendship like theirs.

Instead she has a friendship built on lies and superficiality. An even bigger part of her worried that she was younger than both Chas and Adriane. What was she going to do once they left? She really hated herself for not thinking ahead. But she was desperate for acceptance, and she was a desperate woman who would go through hell for what she wanted.

“They need filler students, so the actual stars stand out.” She replied to Adriane in regard to her comments about Lin. At this point, Ritu was sure that Adriane was probably monologuing in her own head about how she’s a star and how everyone is making her look bad. She goes through the same motions more than five times a day, after all. The idea kind of wanted to make Ritu laugh really.

Yes, Adriane was pretty – beautiful even. But she had no substance to her whatsoever. No soul. Ritu was sure that if news came out that the girl got hit by a car, the only one mourning would be Chas. And that would just be Chas pulling out the dramatics for cameras. He’d probably get over it after a week. And Ritu? She would have been the one driving the car.

She then turned to the field and stole a glance at the players, eyes landing on Kordei in particular. “He’s so fine…” she murmured whilst tilting her head. “I spoke to him the other day; he was totally checking me out.” she said whilst reminiscing, “it’s a shame his girl doesn’t know that she really doesn’t compare.” she giggled before finally deciding to take a seat. “I mean, there’s a reason why everything happened with Nate, isn’t there?”.

Ritu knew that Nate was probably a sore spot for Chas which is why she didn’t go too hard on the point. She actually liked Chas a lot more in comparison to Adriane. But, the slight twist in her stomach made her know she was walking a fine line. Why was she out here saying stuff she didn’t mean? She just wishes she could go back home, get a wet wipe and take off all her makeup. Maybe lay down in bed and facetime her cousins in the Philippines or talk to her parents’ lawyer about an update on her dad.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[hery]

MOOD: on-edge

OUTFIT: green n classy

LOCATION: stadium

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
Winona (Adriane)
Caoimhe_ (Ritu)
LowkeyLovingLoki (Sebastian)

tags

TL;DR just read the stupid thing ya dork

tl;dr

Chas Marino

Chas snickered at Ritu's remarks about Lin, finally spotting him and his hideous fashion choices. He grinned at Ritu, amused. Her judgmental commentary no doubt rivaled his own, although an admission like that would be hard to get out of Chas. In no time, the girl continued to please him, almost to the point where he felt Adriane was falling behind. Was that her plan all along? To surpass Adriane and rule the school directly under Chas' impeccably clean Louboutins? He was almost impressed.

Not much time was left to wonder before Sebastian briefly passed the three sitting on the bleachers, offering a warm smile. Oh, Seb... Chas was still surprised to have seen him at the game despite being the one to invite him. He hadn't forgotten he had invited his friend, but rather came to the conclusion that he would be more likely to stay at home than to meet him there. And he was wearing the sweatshirt Chas picked out (which he looked great in, by the way). He felt sick as he realized his heart started beating faster, a slightly dumbstruck expression stuck to his face. Before he came to his senses and was able to put together a smile, Seb had already looked away.

Another comment from Ritu threw the rich boy into reality as he realized she was talking about Kordei. He was a good friend of his who he respected, although he was a bit shocked Ritu was giving any of the morons at Hollywood Arts a second thought. Her final words about Nate gave Chas even more of a surprise, offending him that she would even bring up his name. Nate and Chas' falling-out was ages ago, but he had never really gotten over how betrayed he felt by Nate. Sure, it was Chas that did the initial betraying and spilling of secrets, but who was Nate to publicly denounce him? And refuse his half-assed apology? He was only more irritated the more he thought about it.

"Ugh, you know not to mention that prick," he replied coolly as he got up from his seat, "Great, now there's a bad taste in my mouth. I'm gonna go buy a water." With that, Chas stalked away in the opposite direction of the concession stand. He was positive Ritu and Adriane had already moved on to another topic, as Chas storming out was not at an uncommon occurrence. They wouldn't notice his obviously fabricated excuse to go somewhere else... hopefully. He made his way up the bleachers, seeking out Seb's face in the direction he had walked to. After all, how could he leave the guy he had invited out here all alone? Chas was selfish, but he did have manners. And, secretly, he really needed the company of someone more gentle than his harshly critical friends.

Finally, in the way back, Chas spotted the tall guy. It wasn't hard to find the guy that had at least a half a foot on him. He casually approached Seb, putting on his best "I'm the shit" expression. "See? Told you the sweatshirt is a look. I knew I'd find the best shade of green for you." Even while he was standing and Seb was sitting, it was painfully obvious how short Chas was compared to his friend. He would have been self-conscious if it weren't for the fact that Seb was already making him feel embarrassed in a million other ways just by being in his presence. These days, he had come to realize unwarranted clammy hands and chest tightening were just symptoms of being around Seb. And he was more upset than than embarrassed because he didn't know what to make of any of this.

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[Delphine]

Leon Lacroix

When he saw her arriving, Leon smiled. Violetta was a good friend of his, and naturally, he'd enjoy her company the most here. Well, hers and Romir.. But he was supposed to already be inside, so he didn't bother texting him. He looked down at her knee once she brought attention to it, a concerned frown on his face. "Do you want to go to the infirmary..?" Well, the Parisian accent wasn't concealed for long. He was much more worried for her than for the stupid game anyways. Plus, it was an excuse to miss it.

"We really should, huh?" He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Tyler told me they have the best popcorn-" With a small nod, he was about to make his way to the ticket booth, before someone scared the bejeesus outta him.

Romir. Of course it was him. He always popped up at the most random times, and to be honest, Leon wouldn't have it any other way. Somehow, his day would always get brighter with his chatty friend by his side. "Well, I suppose green is pitoyable but I assumed school pride was something very popular among Americans." Rome had managed to distract him a bit from his original objective, the popcorn. "Rome, I thought you were a cheerleader, why are you not inside?" As much as his company was enjoyably delightful, the question still stood.

He was late again, wasn't he? Of course, he would've loved to not directly go to that answer but he knew his buddy pretty well. And that was an entirely Romir thing to do. Getting distracted and all. Well, that was part of the package, wasn't it? Leon stuck his phone back in his pocket, the same one that he had in his hand for the last 10 minute, before turning to the ticket booth. The night was young, and well, the stadium was only going to get filled up as time went on.

location h.a stadium entrancemood elated outfit x tags info

Say So

Doja Cat

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2:05

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

HAND OVER HAND

Almost as soon as he sat at the bleachers, feet resting against the bench in front of him, Seb regretted coming. It wasn't that the the game was starting to depress him, he was just... bored. Really bored. He forgot, in his Chas-ridden haze, that he hated sports. He used to love it, but since it stopped being enjoyable for him, it was now just a memory of what he used to have and do, back when things were a lot easier. When life was just a lot easier. Great, now his good mood really was gone. He was considering just leaving with no one the wiser, when he spotted Chas walking in his direction. He couldn't help but grin at his friend as he got closer. Seb knew Chas was straight and wasn't into him, but the fact that he would walk away from his bitch-pack friends to talk to him? Hell if Seb's stomach didn't fully flip.

He looked down at his hoodie - as if he didn't know he was wearing it - and chuckled. "I'm still not sure about the pocket. I don't know what to do with my hands," he admitted, folding his hands in his lap. He knew, in actuality, Chas could pick out the ugliest thing he'd ever seen and Sebastian would probably wear it every day for the next year. "I only wore it because I didn't wanna be the only one not in green," he lied, grinning teasingly at Chas. There was absolutely no need for him to admit that he had worn the sweatshirt in the hopes that Chas would see him. No need for that at all.

He didn't know how long Chas was planning on sticking around with him, but just in case, Seb slowly, deliberately, lowered his feet to the floor so that Chas could move past and sit next to him. If he wanted. But Seb was just dropping hints... very, painfully obvious hints. He looked over Chas' outfit once, quickly, and hesitated a moment before swallowing down any anxiety and speaking. "You look good," he said softly, but loud enough for Chas to hear. Once again, the underlying tone when he spoke was painfully obvious, but Seb was past the point of caring. He didn't mind making things clear... without outright saying it.

Sebastian

MOOD: Flustered in the best way

LOCATION: Stadium bleachers

OUTFIT: Dark green hoodie, black skinny jeans, dark blue sneakers

INTERACTIONS: hery

code by valen t.

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Luca Calistro

mood Scared, Nervous

location Football game parking lot

tag ditto

outfit https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0118/6706/2330/products/5823_1200x1200.jpg?v=1593440277

Luca Had taken a relaxed seat leaning on the hood of his car as he said hello to everyone that passed and chatting with a few friends that came over to talk to him. It was helping his nerves and it would have been great! Until he heard the thug next to him. Looking over he saw Trevor's car come pulling up over the curb. Parking terribly Luca winced a little at how bad it was but thought nothing else of it and looked back to the small group of friends that had gathered to talk and wish him good luck and all. That was until he heard the next bang, more startled this time he quickly looked around to see what Trevor had done this time only to freeze. Eyes wide and shock, almost heartbreak on his face as he saw Trevor's door smashed into the side of his car. Shooting to his feet he rushed over.

"Trevor! Idiota! Questa era l'auto di mio nonno che me l'ha data quando è morto! Guarda cosa hai fatto perché non puoi prestare più attenzione questa macchina significa così tanto!" He drilled into the boy in Italian. Speaking so fast many would swear he wasn't even saying actual words as he looked from the door to Trevor then to the door again, a mixture of shock, rage, and sadness on his face as he gestured to the door drastically while staring Trevor down to his soul. It was plain as day he didn't even notice his action nor seemed to care enough to try and realize what he did which only made Luca more upset as he grabbed Trevor by the back of the neck and pulled him in close. Despite his clear anger the grab wasn't in anyway hurtful or forced and could even have been described as a friend pulling another friend in for a hug. Sadly though that wasn't the case as Luca made Trevor look at the dented in and scratched door.

"Cosa c'è di sbagliato in te amico, dici sul serio?! Perché non puoi prestare attenzione che questa macchina è speciale come puoi semplicemente farlo e non accorgertene affatto!!" He exclaimed before groaning in anger as he let go of the other man and looked to the door.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[ditto]

@trev_or_nah
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MOOD || confused, apologetic, and...mostly just confused.
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OUTFIT || the suit that his grandparents made him wear
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LOCATION || parking lots
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INTERACTIONS || Daniel Reaving (luca), Winona (ash)
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MENTIONS || n/a
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Things were going swimmingly. Just swimmingly.

Annnnnnnnnnnd then Luca grabbed him up. How'd he fucked up this time?

"What'dIdowhat'dIdowhat'dIdo?" Trevor asked, his urgent words slurring together. Through the haze that the drug had given him pushed Luca's anger and frustration, and it made Trevor's heart pound in his chest.

Last time he'd been grabbed up like that, it'd landed him a fractured jawbone and a dislocated elbow. Not pleasant.

When Luca stepped away and looked at his car, what he'd done became obvious. He grabbed his head, and his eyes widened. "Fuck. Fuck...I did that?" He pointed at the dent. "All that damage?" He grimaced. Now he felt bad.

He put a hand on Luca's shoulder. "Luc'o...I...er..."

Then, suddenly, under-the-influence-Trevor had the genius idea. He pulled out his wallet and gave the other boy a smile as he drew out a Benjamin-- Nana' and Granda's money, naturally. "There ya go, bud...uh..." He walked up to the dent and gave it a pat, then looked back at him with a thumbs up. "Good as new."

Trevor stood and gave Luca another pat on the shoulder. "Heh...I should...go now, ya know? I'll be late and all that."

And like that, he walked away. Just like he hadn't dented the guy's car. Just like nothing had ever happened, and with a small smile on his face, because at this point, he had tuned it out. (Trevor was talented in this way-- his ability to be able to, typically, forget what he does not wish to remember.)

He approached the ticket booth and paid his way in (full price because he forgot his ID at home), and he walked into the game.

He spotted, on his way in, the cheerleader section, and in it was a certain cute, blonde cheerleader that he kind of was hoping to see.

He walked up on the bleachers and walked past the section, and then backtracked and looked at the girl again, trying to appear as if he was seeing her for the first time and just happened to want to talk her her, and then up the stairs he trekked.

"Well, what a coincidence that I caughtcha here, huh?" he said to the blonde as he approached, as if he weren't the one who went out of his way to see her here. When he got to her, he gave her a smile. "What's the craic, Ash, darlin'?" he asked, his accent coming through a lot on the name Ash.

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[Caoimhe_]

Violetta

what a sight for sore eyes,
brighter than the blue sky

location: homecoming game
outfit: outfit of the day
❛ interaction: leon, romir ❜
❛ mentions: leon, romir ❜
tags: Delphine LowkeyLovingLoki

Violetta’s eyes widened as she heard Leon asking her if she wanted to go to the infirmary. If she wasn’t blushing before, she’s probably going to faint now. This is so embarrassing. She should have just told him it was special effects makeup or something – that one of the kids at school did it. She felt stupid now. She bit the inside of her cheek before quickly speaking, “No!”. She realised how loud she said that before quickly quieting down into a hushed tone. “We don’t need to go the infirmary. It’s nothing, I can patch it up after the game.” She looked down to the ground. Shy, so shy. How was she like this even after a long time friendship?

She was listening to Leon talk about popcorn before a loud voice suddenly interrupted them, making Violetta jump. Hear head quickly turned to see the source of the noise to spot one of Leon’s friends, Romir or Rome. She had only spoken to Rome a handful of times but from what she could see, he was a really friendly guy. Like an excited puppy really and Violetta was always in awe of his beauty. He was like a sculpted renaissance painting and Violetta would always get lost in the tones of the painting.

“Thank you…” she responded to Romir’s compliment, bashfully smiling in the process. She didn’t really think she looked all too well. It was probably just Romir being nice. This is an outfit she pulled together in a last minute’s haste to show that she was at least part of the schools ‘team effort’. It wasn’t even the right shade of green! “You look better!” she replied with haste and widened eyes in wander. “It’s almost like everything you wear suits you.” she added whilst looking his outfit up and down. It really did suit him. She also isn’t proud to say that it literally took her looking at his outfit twice to realise that the boy was actually in cheer.

“Oh, you’re a cheerleader?” Violetta asked before continuing, “that’s amazing!” she said with a lit-up smile. It really was. Violetta wouldn’t dare audition for cheer. She has two left feet and not a good enough spine to take the harsh criticism that the girls from cheer get on a daily basis. “You must be really strong, huh?” she asked, “I can only imagine the amount of strength it must take to do certain co-ordinated routines…”

coded by weldherwings.

 

[hery]

MOOD: the vibes are anxious

OUTFIT: green n classy

LOCATION: stadium

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
LowkeyLovingLoki (Sebastian)

tags

TL;DR just read the stupid thing ya dork

tl;dr

Chas Marino

"No, you wore it because it's extremely high fashion," Chas reasoned, daring to place his hand on Seb's shoulder to feel the fabric of the sweatshirt, "Listen, friend, your days of uncoordinated sweats are a thing of the past. If you put some effort in, you'd even look decent next to me." He grinned cheekily, moving past the boy's legs to plop down next to him on the bleachers. But keeping a normal, platonic distance away from him, despite the nagging thought in the back of his head urging him to scoot closer.

Chas' eyes widened and his jaw dropped ever so slightly as a result of Seb's compliment. He was kicking himself for being flattered by a, well, nobody like him. But Chas couldn't even fool himself, knowing full well how much he'd treasure this praise later on. He shifted uncomfortably, silently begging Seb to look past the brief flash of surprise and panic that swept across his face.

Fruitlessly attempting to compose himself and slow his rapidly beating heart, he snapped out of his hesitation and replied with a "W-well, thank you. I stole this suit jacket from my dad last night. I'm sure he won't miss it. Or the mistress, either." He let out a soft laugh to play off his poorly-timed stutter and playfully nudged him with his shoulder. He added, "But you didn't hear that from me. Hopefully you're not with the press." His face grew half-serious, knowing the repercussions that would come with the revelation that Sergio Marino was cheating on Alessia Marino with his secretary reaching the public. How cliché.

Even so, Chas felt he could trust Seb with personal information like that, whether he believed it or not, or even cared in the slightest. He didn't peg him as the backstabbing type. And even if he was, who would he tell? Geez, talking to people uninvolved in drama is exhausting. He couldn't help but pity Seb, however little of his life he knew of. Chas enjoyed basking in the fame that came from being a public spectacle as the heir to one of the most rich and famous families in the nation. To be a nobody? He'd have nothing.

code by valen t.

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

bend over backwards

Romir shrugged at Leon's comment about American schools. "God, who knows? They are all so odd. I don't even really understand this," he admitted, flailing a hand toward the stadium and nearly whacking Leon in the face in the process. "I just come for the players. Wish I could be in locker room, you know," he joked, winking at his friends. Romir winced a bit at Leon's question about him being inside with the other cheerleaders and shrugged. "Da, I am, was getting there," he assured Leon. "Am just a little bit late. Everything's fine."

He looked over at Violetta and grinned at her compliments. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear," he teased, letting go of the pair and doing a little twirl despite not wearing a dress or a skirt. Oh, God, he wished the cheer team had skirts. Now that he would rock. He choked out a laugh when Violetta joked that he must be strong, and then he realised that she was being serious. "Oh, no, I mean- No. I'm just very flexible. And I wouldn't know about the routines, I never go to practise," he said with a shrug, as if that wasn't a bad thing. He glanced back at the stadium and bit his lip.

"Ah, I should probably go." He started to back away from his friends, towards the stadium. "I will come find you after, yes? Cheer for me!" And with that, he was off running to where he was actually supposed to be.

romir

MOOD: he's just dumb okay

LOCATION: Stadium Entrance

OUTFIT: Cheerleader's outfit, complete with crop top and booty shorts.

INTERACTIONS: Caoimhe_ Delphine

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[Winona]

"Oh come on," Nate glanced over at his friends and slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "It's not that bad. We get to see the whole game!" And then he remembered who he was here with -- these guys would much rather go and get high under the bleachers than sit around and watch the whole game. It was the kind of dynamic that Nate wasn't super used to yet -- surprising considering that he lived with Cole and Toni. But come on, Nate forced Cole to go on hikes with him despite Cole threatening to kill him the whole way. Nate was a little oblivious to the differences between him and his friends.

"Right," he let out a breathy sigh and looked back over the bleachers. They weren't even that early -- the bleachers will already jampacked with people. Nate's attention was caught once again by Toni suggesting where they should go to sit, and he couldn't help the frown that crossed his face. "I'm only here to see the cheerleaders." He grumbled which was mostly a lie... mostly. Nate wasn't actually sure why he was here at the game -- but hey, he'd still be able to see the cheerleaders from up in the bleachers.

"Okay, yeah. Good idea, Toni." Nate agreed before pushing back into the crowd. He figured the group was probably following behind him but didn't bother to glance back. If they got split up, it would be whatever. Nate could have fun by himself in the top corner of the bleachers with his joint and watching the game.

He weaved his way through the crowd before leading them up the stairs and past the cheerleaders, which definitely did catch Nate's gaze for a moment before he turned and headed up to the top of the bleachers. Man, the things he gave up in the name of friendship.

Once they were safely in the corner, Nate collapsed onto one of the bleachers and looked back at the field. The football team still hadn't started which to him was a bit of a surprise. And now kind of a nuisance.

Nate

INTERACTIONS: Cole, Toni, Nico

MENTIONS: N/A

TAGS: apolla Kitsune2202 _amaranth_

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[hery]

MOOD: marry me!

OUTFIT: green

LOCATION: stadium

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
natsukashii (Hunter)

tags

TL;DR yes

tl;dr

Veronica Crosby

Ronnie let out a sigh. She had waited and waited, whole minutes after the application of her makeup, yet no one she knew well enough to sit with was in sight. Nate was up in the bleachers not far from her, but she didn't have nearly enough confidence to approach him and his friends. And of course, there was Eli, but he'd have to go back to cheering in no time.

Wait... by the cheer squad. Ronnie stood up and squinted very conspicuously. There, just by the cheerleaders, was Hunter. And he was alone, which thoroughly shocked poor, naïve Ronnie. How could a guy with his charms be all by himself at the Homecoming game? Clearly, there was no other choice but to correct this logical fallacy.

With a big smile on her face, Ronnie made a beeline to where Hunter was sitting, speed-walking slow enough so as to not stand out, but going fast enough to satiate her excitement. Could this be her chance? A fated crisp, autumn evening in the stands of a football game filled with idle chatter and anxious predictions for the game's results? Even their character channels were adjacent to one another... so romantic.

"Heyyyy, Hunter!" she chirped, throwing herself onto the seat right next to her crush with little regard for personal space, "You weren't saving this spot for someone, were you?" She flashed another delighted grin, happy just to have his attention. Without waiting for a response, she went on rambling about how pretty the cheerleaders were and her arduous process to find her outfit, not to mention how proud she was of her last-minute makeup. She was discreetly posing the entire time, ensuring the best side of her face was always facing Hunter.

"So, anyway, what are your plans after the game? I brought some money, so we could, like, totally go get food or something afterward. Or now. Whatever you want to do!" Ronnie was trying her best to sell this idea, becoming less and less subtle after every word.

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