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[Winona]

Zephyr Evermore
"Cheer up! 'Cause nothing really matters."

@zeph.evermore has set their status to:
bro, you lost

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Lin, Amy

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On a list of fun, wild things that Zeph had done, he'd have to say that dangling upside down fifteen feet in the air while he guzzled a two liter of soda had easily taken the cake to be the most fun. Well, maybe not most fun because rollercoasters? Really freaking fun. But this was definitely taking the cake for being the most wild.

His adrenaline was pumping while he chugged, only stopping for a moment as soda backtracked and he ended up snorting purple soda out of his nose in a very disgusting fashion. But that didn't stop him from continuing to chug, even if his nose felt like it was on fire, and his head was thrumming with the blood that had rushed to his head, and he was pretty sure that he'd heard the railing start to crack from his upside down position. Surely it couldn't hold his weight forever.

While Lin finished by throwing his bottle and letting out a victorious whoop, Zeph finished by keeping the bottle in his hand (littering wasn't good, alright?) and letting out a sputtering cough. He grabbed his shirt, which had fallen down to dangle around his head because, ya know, gravity and that shit (which his rper totally didn't forget about until this moment) and wiped away at the purple snot under his nose before turning to glare over at Lin, who claimed he'd won.

Zeph had been too busy hacking to actually see, so there was no point in arguing.

His head was getting dizzy from the whole upside down thing, so with a lot of effort, he started fighting against gravity and managed to grab hold of the bottom of the railing and pull himself back up onto the top of the railing. He tossed the bottle to the ground beside Mitsubishi and the parts of his discarded costume, taking a moment to let the blood rush away from his head.

That's when Amy came up, instead informing them that it had been Zeph that had won, and a huge grin spread across his face as he looked down at his new buddy with a triumphant smile.

That's right. Zephyr Evermore had beaten the one, the only, Lindsay Kay in a bet.

He felt beyond giddy. Beyond high. He was soaring.

"Thanks, Amy," he called after her as she started away, and then he looked back at Lin, unable to hide his smug smile as he held his hand to him. "Well? Pay up. I won fair and square."

Fairish and squarish, anyway. As fairish and squarish as one could say, and Zeph wasn't even sure if it was worth it. His nose was still burning with from the carbonated beverage, and his head throbbed from too much blood, and hey, even his ankles were a little sore from having to bare his entire weight while he dangled.

But he had won.

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[Winona]

Nathan Woods
"Here I am, living a dream that I can't hold on my own."

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itchy and not simping

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sick Bonnie & Clyde thing

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Evie

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Gen

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He found himself trailing after Evie as they headed towards Ash's room to look for Gen. Unfortunately, upon entering, there was no sign of Gen -- well, save for the discarded crown and the mostly empty bottle of tequila. He watched, one eyebrow cocked, as Evie picked up the bottle and finished off what was left before tossing the bottle back onto the bed.

Or, maybe, it was fortunately. With no Gen, there was no need to comfort anyone and to be quite honest, Nate absolutely hated dealing with crying chicks. Their makeup would start running and there was snot and they almost sounded more like banshees with all their needless shrieking. A little shudder chilled the back of his neck at the very thought. Living with not one, not two, but three sisters meant that Nate had plenty of experience with it.

It sucked.

However, it wasn't like he would speak that aloud. Gen was still his friend, and if they'd found her, he would've begrudgingly sat with Evie and Gen while they bitched about Mike and Liv and whatever else. Look, it was a shitty situation, but it had also happened over the summer. Why was Gen still so worked up about it?

Nate didn't get it, and he pushed any thoughts about it and any trying to get it out of his mind as he followed Evie back out of the bedroom and towards the actual main part of the party. Amazing that he felt like he'd been at this party for forever and yet he still hadn't actually been at the party. He'd been off alone with Evie in a totally platonic, non-romantic, not at all relationship-y fashion.

"Well..." he said as he slipped through the crowd after her. Nate had to stand close to her to be able to hear her, or be heard, over the sound of the pounding music. Normally, he wouldn't have blinked an eye about being this close but again, refer back to when he'd been getting his makeup done by her. It held a different feeling now.

"I don't dance," Nate remarked and glanced towards the dance floor. It was true. When he was dragged onto the dancefloor, he would mostly stand with his arms crossed and maybe tap a foot, but Nate wasn't one to actually get down and start dancing -- except on rare occasions when he was so drunk that he didn't care, or when certain people (Oates, mainly) asked.

Nate was weak.

He brought the bottle of tequila up, wiggling it in his hand. "Hear me out: drinking game. Maybe we can find a couple people to get in on it and do some shit that'll get us fucked up in an hour."

To punctuate his idea, Nate brought the bottle up, taking off the cap and taking a swig of it before holding it out for Evie to do the same. His eyes scanned around them, trying to find anybody that he knew or just people that were considered okay. You know, basically anyone that wouldn't make him want to slam his head into a wall.

Plus, if they could get a few other people, then Nate could stop thinking about... feelings... that definitely didn't exist. Feelings that if he just kept denying and ignoring, would surely go away.

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[Winona]

Ava Sanders
"Life is for keeping score."

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sick makeup, bro

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literally look at the gif

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Upon being forced into going to this party, Ava had fully expected to be left alone by Jules -- it's just how their friendship worked. She showed up to wherever JJ insisted on going, and then she was left high and dry when Jules left her for whatever boy of the week it was. Ava had grown used to keeping herself entertained in public. Because yeah, she hardly ever drew JJ home after being ditched, so she could just go home and chill after being ditched, right?

But, well...

Ava liked to be there in case something went wrong. Okay, okay, look, calm it. Sure, Ava was harsh, blunt, rude, abrasive... she was difficult person to handle and she was probably the last person that someone would expect to hang around a party, totally out of her element, for hours just on the off-chance that someone needed her.

But here she fucking was.

Anyway, she'd expected to find a room that hadn't been infiltrated by horny teenagers, or maybe she'd just head outside, or just in general somewhere less crowded. And she'd chill there. She'd chill there until JJ eventually came to her crying, or until it got late enough that Ava decided to give up and head home. And she'd chill on her phone, playing dumbass mobile games and leaving shitty reviews on the app developer's stuff while she impatiently waited.

She hadn't expected to actually connect with someone, least of all a guy in a shoddy cat costume but with expert blood makeup. And yet here she was -- what a weird ass turn of events.

Ava hesitated, however, when he asked if she wanted to tagalong to get a drink. Surely, she figured, he had other people to hangout with -- but if so, he probably wouldn't be inviting her, and even if he did, well... they were probably as cool as him. So Ava gave a casual shrug of her shoulders and pushed off of the wall she'd been leaning against.

"Sure, no alcohol. I'm driving." And she didn't drink on a normal basis. What a surprise. Ava wasn't a drinker, and she didn't do drugs. How boring. "Epicenter of the chaos because everyone gets into it at the drinks table...?" She asked, trailing off with a grin as she did so. "I guess that's the best place to get into a fight with your boyfriend or girlfriend, right? Ooh, maybe we'll see someone get punched or some bitch will throw her cup in some asshole's face. I've always wanted to see that."

Was she hoping for a couple to get into a huge blowout at the table so she could snicker at their misfortune?

Yeah....

"So Saint..." she started and glanced over at him and at the blood that she still thought was makeup on his face as they started towards the drinks table. "How'd you get that to look so realistic? I've tried a ton of fake blood recipes, and bought a bunch of different shit, but none of it's looked as realistic as that."

Was Ava jealous? Maybe. Look, she was supposed to be the queen of blo--

Never mind.

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[jasmyn]

"Do one thing a day that scares you..."
Madelaine Harlow

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"What just happened?"

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demon, not devil bc jj is an idea theif. see, added some wings.

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Halloween party

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Gus. Corey.

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Madelaine had left Corey by the nearby drink tables set up just on the other side of the kitchen. All she wanted was one drink. Something stronger than soda to drown out the thoughts of how Gus and Javi both hated her for valid reasons. How she was at fault. She couldn't stand up to her controlling mother so instead, she'd hurt the both of them, on separate occasions. Sure, they were being major assholes on public Twitter but she was far from innocent when it came to the 'why' of it all. But while social media chatter seemed determined to ruin her night, she had other plans...hence the need for an alcoholic drink.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just Twitter though. It became increasingly clear that the universe wanted her to realize what a bad person she was too when just as she began to mix her drink, her ex walked into the kitchen. A lump formed in Maddie's throat as he walked up to the same counter she was standing next to. It had been entirely too long since she'd dared to let her eyes linger in his direction, and seeing him brought up way more than just their recent Twitter interaction.

Augustus Jace was easily Maddie's first love. The first guy she'd ever gotten the chance to be serious with and fall for...and she had broken his heart. She'd broken her own that day too. Yeah, it's high school and everyone says that puppy love doesn't last but Maddie had seen a future with Gus despite the odds and age. He made her happy and as usual, her mother couldn't just let that happen.

She really thought that she was covering all of her bases pretending she was with Corey or sometimes Adriane when really she was out on dates with Gus. Unfortunately, one wrong party where paparazzi just so happened to be lurking and she'd blown everything.

Maddie was used to being photographed because of her modeling but more than that because of her parents. Her mother, also a former model herself, and her father, a wealthy businessman who made sure he was well-known. The Harlow twins were used to people trying to snap pictures of them here and there for a quick story but when the picture of her and Gus hand in hand had surfaced, she knew it was over. Before she even talked to her mother, she just knew.

After the breakup, the pair hadn't really spoken. While she didn't blame him for how he chose to handle it, she just hated that it was like this. That he hated her. Seeing that love turn into this just...it hurt. If only she had just stood up to her mom, refused to end things...but then his career had been at stake and even if she was willing to risk herself, she wouldn't do that to him. Let's face it, she was too cowardly to do it to herself too.

"Auggie-" she started but his words flew out faster than she could manage to even think her next ones up.

"...I guess I should be going. Wouldn't want anyone to see you hanging out with a poor boy like me."

She froze. Did he really think that she felt that way? That she just saw him as some type of lowly peasant? His words stung and she could barely gather herself enough to reply. "I don't. Please, can we just-" she tried but the words wouldn't come out and he probably hadn't heard her anyway as he turned to walk out. She spun around as he did, watching as she, yet again, missed her chance to actually hold a conversation.

"You look....really fucking good in that." -- Just like that he was gone and she was left confused.

What just happened?

Maddie had to catch her breath as she pushed the bottle of vodka back on the table. "I shouldn't have come here," she groaned to herself, taking a drink and walking out of the kitchen. She knew Corey would be able to read her like book so she had to put on her happy face and enjoy what she could of this party. She should've added more vodka. "Hey. You ready to go find that game room?" she said as she reached her best friend again. Seeing his face did help her mood a little but thoughts of Gus lingered in her mind.

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[Winona]

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Jace West

"Who am I to tell me who I am?"

W-was he looking at Callum's legs a lot?

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Jace's face flushed bright red and he made sure to look away and to-- oh! Look at that, little bats hanging from the ceiling. How very nice those were. He now kept his gaze solely focused on those, his nose scrunching up as he pretended to study the little bat. He wondered what it was made of -- paper? Felt? It was hard to tell from down here.

Callum wasn't supposed to notice him looking at his legs -- just... it wasn't-- he wasn't--

Help. This is why Jace didn't normally leave Dorian's side.

A maid? Yes, that much was obvious. Jace, with the heat of his cheeks now subsiding and the sickly paleness of his skin returning to normal, shifted his gaze back from the hanging decorations to look at Callum -- not that he made eye contact, mind you. This is Jace we're talking about, after all, and making eye contact in the animal kingdom was asking for someone to punch you or kill you. And the animal kingdom was hardly different from the atmosphere of high school.

"You dressed up... as a maid... to impress your ex-boyfriend?" Jace asked, eyebrows creasing together in confusion. Now, Jace was obviously no romance expert, but even he could tell how utterly pathetic that was. Was Callum still in some kind of dumb mindset where he thought he still had a chance to get back together with Oates? Oh... poor dude. Had to be if he was willing to dress up in this maid getup to impress Oates -- because, come on, why else would he have?

Unless he was lying and he really just liked maids. No judgment if that was the case, of course.

And then, Callum asked the worst question. The one that made Jace took as white as a ghost, quickly followed by blood aggressively rushing into his cheeks so he almost resembled a sweaty tomato.

“You like anime porn?”

If Jace could've, he would've sunk right into the ground right then and there. Just melted into a puddle of pathetic Jace-ness and let himself soak into the really nice floors and then he'd be no more. If that's what it took for Jace to get out of the spin this conversation had taken into discussing porn, then he would've happily done that. Or if he could've just faded from view. Maybe had a sudden blood vessel burst in his head that would cause him to die right then and there.

"I--"

His--

He--

How did you respond to that?

"N-no...?" he said, although his statement came out with the inflection of it being a question, which it most certainly wasn't. Jace certainly wasn't asking Callum if he did or didn't like anime porn. He certainly wasn't saying "no?" as if it was a question because he wasn't sure if maybe he did like anime porn, because no, Jace definitely didn't like porn that had anime themes.

Kill. Him. Now.

"N-no, I-I don't... I mean, I've seen... I don't regularly... watch... anime porn..." Well frick. That made it sound like Jace did, on occasion, watch anime porn, which he most certainly didn't. He turned his gaze towards the floor, pursing his lips together for a moment as he contemplated how to go about finishing this.

"I-I just... you like... I mean... I just... h-have seen..."

....

"So it's a... it's... a... joke of a costume?" He asked, clearing his throat awkwardly to try and pull away from the whole anime porn conversation that was going to be the cause of Jace's death. And he most certainly did not need that to be forever written and imprinted on his gravestone as his cause of death.

Jace West
Killed by Anime Porn

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[geminiy]

Kian Phelan

@lockandkian has set their status to:
HYPE HYPE HYPE HYPE HYPE

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"omg puppies and dancing and sunshine and rainbows!"

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The Johannes Mansion

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N/A

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Kelli, Ronnie, Oates

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ditto hery mogy

“Are you looking for someone?”

Kian nearly jumped out of his own skin at Kelli’s question, having once again become lost in the music and his search for Oates through the crowd of costumed partygoers. For the split second between Kelli’s ramblings, Kian thought about how he might answer. Of course he was looking for someone, that much should be obvious, but was he going to be honest about who it was that he was looking for? Saying that he was looking for Oates was going to come across as weird, yet Kelli would likely have known that he was lying.

Luckily for the older boy, before he could actually screw himself over with his words, Kelli had begun to talk about the Winter Arts Festival. Kian sighed in relief, once again saved by the sister.

Listening closely as Kelli and Ronnie talked, Kian couldn’t help but smile warmly to himself. The two jived so well together, meshing in conversation as if they had known each other for far longer than just under two months. Kelli had always seemed to be able to make friends everywhere she went, her light and bubbly personality calling people of every type to her side. Kian, on the other hand, was far less eloquent and sociable. Sure, he was a nice guy, but more often than not, Kian would lose himself in the sights and sounds of the world around him. He seemed like a bit of an airhead if you didn’t know any better, seemingly spacing out to escape into his own mind every time a conversation got even the slightest bit boring. But not Kelli. Kelli was sociable and friendly and agreeable.

“The whole Arts Festival thing sounds real intense but honestly, I’m sorta hype about it.” Kian spoke, a new sort of energy in his voice as he talked about music. “I’ve played some decent sized gigs before but Hollywood Arts? Dude, that is totally next level. All those people listenin’ in, getting to hear somethin’ I’m so passionate about? That’s like every musician’s dream.”

Kian stopped himself before he began to ramble on about music and his career, as he often did every time the subject was brought up. He could talk for hours upon hours about music and performing, his ideas for tours and music videos that he would likely never get the chance to do or about the newest equipment and instruments he could get his hands on. Kian was painfully aware that perhaps this obsession with music was annoying to others who likely did not share in his passion so, more often than not, he simply cut himself short before he got too invested.

Before the conversation could pick up again, a rather creepy looking monster dude (he didn’t know what the hell it was) came barrelling at him, wrapping his arms around Kian’s body. His hands were sufficiently pinned to his side as Kian pulled his head back trying to make space between himself and the physically affectionate demon creature that had decided that hugging was its preferred form of torture.

Had Kian ever said how much he despised being hugged by strangers before?

Well, in case you hadn’t noticed, he hated random hugs with a burning rage that made him want to drop the little monster right off his chest. For a moment, he considered shoving the person back. Who in their right mind thought that it was okay to hug someone that they didn’t know so suddenly and so tightly? That’s right. NO ONE in their right mind would do that!

"I can't believe it! It's Kian! And he finally tried going to the gym!"

Kian blinked a few times as the person, who clearly knew who he was, released him from the hug. He remained still for a moment, his arms still glued to his side as he looked around in pure confusion. Everyone was seeing this, right? Kian couldn’t have entirely lost his marbles in an hour, he wasn’t even drinking!

And that comment about finally going to the gym? Ouch.

“Kells! A skinny legend as always!"

Kian looked over, squinting at the person. He knew that voice and he certainly knew that slang.

"Oh, why the heck not!"

There was only one person who would openly hug people he didn’t know after being both incredibly nice and incredibly teasing at the same time. Kian continued to squint, trying to see who it was beyond all the makeup. It was then that he noticed the heeled boots, adding height to a frame that Kian had never expected to be taller than himself.

“Oates?” Kian asked, though he pretty much already knew the answer. Taking a step forward, Kian carefully took each side of Oates’ face and moved his head around, trying to figure out if he was right. Yup, same pretty eyes and lovely smile and cute nose. Same voice, if not a little deeper than the last time they had seen each other, same affinity for hugs. “Dude!”

Kian let go of Oates’ face and instead grabbed him around the waist, picking him clean off the ground as he spun around in a hug, wildly giggling before setting Oates back down, not fully removing his hands from Oates’ sides until he was sure that he was stable on the ground.

“Dude, it’s been so damn long! How’ve you been man?” Kian asked, a bright smile across his face. He was talking at a thousand words a minute, his heart thumping rapidly against his ribs. He didn’t care that he was losing the feeling in his legs or that his stomach was growing cold from being exposed. They were together again after so long.

Although he had just let go, Kian grabbed Oates again, this time hugging him a little closer and a little tighter but keeping him on the ground. “Oates, man, I’ve missed you so much.”

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[Soap]

Alejandra Cortez
"She's sweet like candy in'my veins.”

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Buzz lightwhore

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Naomi

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Dani, Simone, Mor

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Kio.exe natsukashii
sunshineysoul Kitsune2202​

This wasn't really a good position to be in. Whether or not Naomi and Alex weren't... official or... whatever, they haven't even kissed yet!

Yes, Alex is hoping there's a yet, and surrounded by three girls-- maybe two, wasn't going to get her there. Although Mor didn't really count here, Dani and Simone were totally flirting. They had to be. Maybe Simone wasn't though! This was just her... aura or something. She was sexy, and confident and... It didn't feel exactly right to her to call another girl that when she's obviously so interested in Naomi.

After the third shot-- Alex had decided that was enough liquid courage for a night, there was no way she was getting blackout drunk when she'd only came to this party for Naomi-- otherwise? She would've stood home and enjoyed Halloween how you're supposed to enjoy Halloween.

Movies and candy until midnight, you're sick of chocolate and you could've swore you saw Michael Myers standing in the corner of your bedroom because you burned your eyes from the six movies you watched that night.

Yeah, Alex partied hard.

Something told her that Naomi was better than any movie though, that she tasted sweeter than any candy. Woah. Maybe she should pace herself, Naomi was only across the room and Alex is already fantasizing. Speaking of Naomi, she was heading towards the hall and Alex couldn't have that-- imagine how it'd look to stay here and drink with girls she hardly knew when they'd made plans?

Well, sorta plans.

It just didn't feel all that right.

The brunette shook her head, placing the shot glass down and offering a smile towards the girls. "If you'll excuse me, I have to use the little... astronauts room? Is he an astronaut? Space... ranger guy?... I don't know, I'll be back." Oh, that was entirely a lie. Alex was not going to be back-- maybe to say goodbye, but there was only one girl she was focused on talking to tonight, and it wasn't her best friend.

Sorry, Mor.

There was a line in the hall heading towards the bathroom-- of course there had to be more than one bathroom in this castle of a home, but these oh-so lovely intoxicated kids probably didn't realize that. It wasn't hard to spot Naomi a little ways away from everyone, who looked incredible by the way. Who knew werewolves were so attractive?

Alex approached with a faint, apologetic smile on her face.

"Say, I'm lookin' for a girl around here? somewhere around this tall?" The girl hovered a hand lower than her own shoulder, successfully lining up to Naomi's short height-- a height that Alex didn't mind whatsoever.

So, maybe she liked shorter girls.

What was wrong with that?

Exactly, nothing.

She had her type, okay? Naomi just seemed to fit that particular quota.

"I told her I'd hang out with her tonight, but damn, I can't seem to find her... costume party and all. Kinda hard to tell some people apart."

Alex gestured to the party-goers around them with an amused smile, returning her gaze to Naomi while the brunette bit her lip in an attempt to keep her smile contained. "I was excited to see her too, maybe I should just go home, wallow in my sadness that she's not around... or..." She trailed off, shrugging before she continued and taking the oh-so courageous step towards Naomi.

"You could keep me company."

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Livanna Moore
"Lookin’ for some trouble tonight.”

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only the cutest wonder woman alive

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geminiy​

Everything Gen was saying only confused Liv more. It was as if she was dreaming and everything Gen was saying was just Liv's subconscious telling her what she wanted to hear. Seeing her cry had been a whole other heartbreak altogether and she wasn't sure what to do. When others were breaking down she never knew what to do, she always wanted to help but she didn't want to make things worse. But here? Gen wasn't a random chick in a bathroom after class. She didn't know what to say, how to make all of this better. It wasn't long until she'd felt the pills kick in either, the room started to sway slightly but Liv didn't let that stop her from making her point to Gen.

"I know I have no right to think about you, to want you after what I did, but I do.”

A right? Who the fuck cared about rights. Liv just wanted all of this to end, her argument didn't even make all that sense! If she loved her... why'd she leave? What was the point? What was she so afraid of? There was so many questions she wanted to ask but the more her brain processed everything Gen was saying the more Liv stood speechless. Every raise of her voice Liv tensed, it just...

she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

There wasn't a way it could be this easy.

There was no way that Genevieve Johannes was telling her that she loved her back.

Everything else didn't matter. That was the only thing that kept coming back to Liv.

She wanted to ask why,

why she loved her? Yeah, maybe that was one of them.

She wanted to ask Gen didn't call, why she didn't try, why she took their relationship and threw it away. But Liv was afraid to. She didn't want to hear because of her career, there was more to it than a damn career. It felt like more and the longer she dwelled on it the more it ached.

The pills she'd taken had acted as a stress reliever, Liv could feel like she could breathe again without crying, look Gen in the eyes without feeling the need to run away in the next second.

"Do what’s going to help you feel better."

Her words repeated in her head as many times before she'd gotten the confidence to approach Gen, gently backing her into the desk behind her and lifted a hand to caress her cheek, wiping a stray tear away, as she gazed into her dark eyes that resembled pools of honey.

It was so easy to just... be with her.

Liv could sit here all day.

Despite all the arguments, all the drama, all the complications. Gen was the only person Liv felt herself with. There wasn't a need to try and be this extraordinary, fun, ball of excitement. Gen had no expectations of her.

God, she was so beautiful.

Her eyes flickered to her lips for a mere moment, and Liv had to balance herself on her tiptoes to lean in, the smell of alcohol on her breath momentarily distracted her long enough for her brain to catch up and she sighed, falling back onto her heels and leaning away.

Liv wanted so bad to give in. But it didn't feel right.

Not right now.

"You're drunk... and..." It wasn't a big deal. It was all on Liv. What she promised all those months ago, but that was way before Gen left. She didn't know that she'd been using these past few months, but then again... why would she? The girl created distance from Gen, clearly unsure about what to say next and hesitating before she continued. "I... It's just not--" She fucked up. She shouldn't of taken anything, she should've waited to see how it'd go-- she... should've did a lot of things differently.

"I'm high, Gen."

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[ditto]

• • LINDSAY KAY • •

@justlindsayin has set his status to:
i fuckin won you all are just haters smh

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daphne and im fuckin rockin it lmaooooooo

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gennys place

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charlie

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Lin, still sure that he won, tells Zeph that he'll let him have the glory of winning regardless.

halloween update:
“What the hell are you two—?”

The voice below him made Lin lean his head backwards, raising his brows as he looked downward (— upward, luhmao, ‘cuz everything was upside down) to see who the voice belonged to, and when he saw who it was, his grin cracked bigger across his face and he laughed happily. “Velmamy! Yo!” he greeted his gaming friend, extending his thumb and pinky of both hands and giving them a shake and a wiggle of his shoulders. Zeph was hacking and coughing and sputtering beside him, and he laughed at his friend’s suffering. “Fuckin’ winning, that’s what I’m doo-een!” He gave another wiggle of his hands, and the clapped his hands together, punching Zeph lightly in the shoulder. His head, a bit woozy from all of time he’d spent upside down thus far, dizzied for a second as he moved it back to a regular position to look at Amy. “Actually, just got done fuckin’ winning, and now I’m waiting for my twenty bucks, luhmao.” He gave a huff of mock indigence. “Zephy’s gotta pay up still, ess-em-aych, but I think he’s sulky about how bad he just lost, luhma—“

“Um, Lin,” Amy began, “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but as a third-party observer of this little shindig of a dare, Zeph beat you to the punch.”

“N—...mm?” Lin said, his brows knitting in confusion.

“You may have released the bottle from your lips first, but Zeph’s soda was gone first.”

Luhmao, was she blind?

He looked back at her, his neck straining slightly. “Congrats, Zeph, you beat Lin of all people at his own game. How does it feel?”

Luhmaoooo, she was crazy— there was no fucking way that Zeph had beaten Lin, betting master, at a dumb bet like this. That was a serious accusation to make, and Lin wasn’t gonna take it lightly. Ess-em-aych, that was slander.

Amy grinned at him as Lin’s lip formed a pout. “I can’t wait to tell Char you got your first loss.”

“I didn’t lose,” he sulked in a mumble.

She giggled. “Kidding, I won’t tell her as long as you pinky promise no more banister shenanigans tonight.”

Lin made a soft grunting noise as he used the strength of his ankles and his core to lift himself back upright, holding his hands out to grasp the railing and gripping it tightly when it came into reach to help steady himself again. As the blood rushed back to his head, he groaned quietly, holding his head as his heart drummed to help get the blood up there. “Yeahhh, yeah, bye,” Lin said, waving his hand dismissively at Amy as she retreated.

Lin looked down at Zeph, who was presently pulling himself up to join Lin in the upright world. Lin’s eyes followed Zeph as he tugged himself up. When he was straight upward, the taller boy grinned smugly at Lin, putting his palm up for Lin to pay or something— which, like, ess-em-aych, bee-tee-double-you. “Well? Pay up. I won fair and square.”

Pfft— luhmaoooo— had Zeph forgotten the most important detail about the bet, luhmao? Had he forgotten the actual conditions?

Lin cracked a grin at Zeph’s lapse in memory. “I never bet that I’d pay, Zeeeeeephy.” He poked at random places on his friend’s chest. “That wasn’t myyyy part of the deaaaal.” He poked his tongue out at him, pushing himself off of the banister and onto the solid ground. He wiggled a bit as his balance readjusted, and he laughed. “Luhmaooo,” he said, leaning down and giving his dog a pat on the head before looking back at Zeph, hands on his hips. “I don’t have to pay anything. That was youuuur part of things, ess-em-aych.” Not to mention that Lin definitely hadn’t lost. “All I said was that you could tell me one thing to do if you won. Ess-em-aych, and you didn’t win, ess-em-aych. Amy couldn’t’ve seen us both drink it at the same time, ess-em-aych— plus, pop came out of your nose, and mine is clean, ess-em-aych.” Lin had impressive throat muscles, and he had to flex.

He patted at his wig, gasping slightly as he realized that one of his bobby pins had come loose. “Oh, Robert…,” he mumbled as he licked his lips in concentration. He lifted up to fix the pin quickly. “Robert came loose…” He shoved the pin back into the wig, giving a light hiss as it dug into his scalp, and then he grinned at Zeph again.

“But, whatever, ess-em-aych— I know I won, but I’ll give you this one, luhmao. So you don’t cry yourself to sleep tonight, luhmao.” He gave Zeph a solid nod, and then rolled his eyes. “Because it was double-or-nothing, you can tell me two things you want me to do— but I didn’t lose, but I’ll let you have this, ess-em-aych.” He was sure to reiterate that part, and then he cocked his head at Zeph. “So…what’ll it be, Zep-Zephy?”

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. Lin Kay . ​

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[Winona]

Ashton West
"I heard that you've been having some trouble finding your place in the world."

@Fire&Ash has set their status to:
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Spider Gwen plus a sweatshirt

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Ash listened but if she was being perfectly honest, she didn't know... how to respond to Trevor's question. Her eyebrows crinkled together, her gaze studying him as he spoke and tried to make sense of the thoughts in his head. But if the thoughts were jumbled in his head, they were even more jumbled when he spoke.

Her own thoughts were already foggy from the mixture of alcohol and the exhaustion of the fight and now, the adrenaline of the moment had run its course and Ash just felt... utterly spent. So spent that she couldn't even begin to try and make sense of what he'd said, or provide her own opinion, or answer his question.

Partially because she couldn't organize her thoughts, but mostly because she didn't have an answer.

If she could...

Fast forward past the bad stuff to just enjoy the good parts?

"I don't know," she mumbled. "If we skipped past all... the bad parts, it would get... like... boring." Not boring as in -- like, she knew what she meant, and she was too tired to try and explain past that to Trevor or her to herself. "Like, the good is ummm..." her words trailed off, brows furrowing together, as she looked away, shaking her head and dropping the thought because, well... Ash actually didn't know where the thought was supposed to be headed.

Instead, she just let the thought die away and looked towards Trevor, her head still leaned against the side of the house. A smile pricked at the edges of her lips, for the first time tonight not being strained or feeling forced.

“Ya know…" He cracked a grin, laughing quietly and giving his head a small shake. "I feckin' hate Halloween.”

She laughed, her smile widening as she looked at him. "Okay, but same. Like, I was just not even going to get dressed and I was just going to hide out in my room for the whole party, but Eli wanted to do this whole Spidey Squad thing, so... here I am." Ash explained with a shrug. She couldn't tell Eli no, even if she wanted to.

"Like, the whole dressing up thing? It's so stupid. Like, you spend all this money to look like an idiot for a night and for what? To get candy? Like, I could buy so much more candy if I just used the money I wasted on this costume for that." Ash had strong opinions on Halloween, alright? It had forever been one of her least favorite holidays.

More so as she got older, because it was becoming increasingly harder to find costumes that didn't show too much skin -- and by too much skin, Ash of course meant any skin.

She pushed away from the wall, turning to face Trevor and tucking her legs underneath her as she did so. "And, like, I know nothing about superheroes -- like I've never watched whatever movie all this Spiderman stuff came from. I think Eli tried to get me to watch it once and I just... totally fell asleep, so I had no idea that the costume was going to be literally skintight."

Granted, Ash probably should've expected it given the fact that she did know who Spiderman was and, well, his costume was tight. So why wouldn't SpiderGwen's be?

"Like, look," Ash let go of Trevor's hand so she could unzip the sweatshirt to show him the way too tight costume. "Like, he wanted us all to walk around the party looking like this. He got stuck in his costume, like, four times before the party even started." Ash scoffed and rolled her eyes, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest.

"Just... Halloween? Literally the worst."

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[gh0stwriter]

Lucky DuBois

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL LIE
IT'S A PERFECT DENIAL
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL LIE TO BELIEVE IN

halloween

"imagination creates reality"

TW: Suicide

Fuck Halloween.

Fuck Trevor.

Fuck Ash for going after him.

Fuck Josie for ditching him.

Okay, time alone was NOT what Lucky had needed apparently. The longer he stood there and replayed the night’s events over and over in his head, the more pissed off he got.

He didn’t feel bad.

He didn’t feel one single ounce of regret. And he shouldn’t, okay? He wasn’t in the wrong. And if the escaped mental patient took a nosedive off the roof, it’d have zero effect on him. Hell, even what Ash said didn’t sting so bad. He’d apologize and she’d accept and they still do the Arts Festival, right? He didn’t fuck that up...again.

He took a swig of tequila.

Lucky tapped his fingers on the side of his hip. He was getting anxious. Running out of reasons to be pissed off that detract from the real reason behind his sudden interest in socializing. He huffed out a breath and took another drink, swallowing hard and fighting hard to keep his emotions at bay. Grasping at straws of any other reason he should be pissed off. It was easier when people were around -- something he’d never admit to himself.

He didn’t need people.

He didn’t need anyone.

But...lately...it was the only way he didn’t have to think about anything real.

Okay, he wasn’t doing this. He wasn’t going to let his emotions get the best of him. There was no fucking way, he was going to let them win. He took another swig, but kept the bottle close. .

“Lucky...I...are you okay? What’s….what’s wrong?”

Lucky’s didn’t bother looking. He knew who it was. He should have taken bets on who else was going to make an appearance tonight and piss him the fuck off.

“What happened? Why...why are you in here, and not with...the rest of the spidey-squad?”

He stared a head as he took another swig. Doing his best to ignore the fact that Danny was invading his space. He glanced up at the other boy, his eyes narrowed as he looked at him up and down. The big oaf would choose a costume where he didn’t have to wear any clothes.

He took another swig before he held out the bottle for Danny. As he took it, Lucky pushed off the wall and walked towards the desk. “I’m fine.” He wanted to be angry. He wanted a fight. That would be enough of a distraction until he passed out, right? That’d get him over this emotional hump, right?

Right?

“Seriously, Lucky. You can talk to me.”

Why did he always want to talk? He turned around and grabbed the bottle back from him. “I said I was good.” He took a swig from the bottle and leaned back against the desk. He held the bottle out for Danny to have another drink if he wanted and knew that despite everything...despite the fact that Danny was a shitty friend...he knew Lucky better than most. Knew more about him that even Josie and she was the closest thing he had to a friend.

He sighed heavily as he avoided eye contact at all cost. He huffed out a frustrated laugh. “It’s been a long week.” He shrugged defeated. He didn’t have the energy to fight him. To fight his presence. He didn’t have the energy for much of anything. Maybe...if he said it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so damn much. Maybe he wouldn't be so fucking angry. Maybe. He took another swig from the bottle. Liquid courage. "My dad killed himself." He said bluntly as he held out the bottle.

"I don't want to talk about it."

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[ditto]

kellian phelan

dance, dance.​

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Kelli reunites with Oates.

Ronnie was so dope. She was so confident and mature and, like…she looked like she knew exactly what she was doing, and she was really pretty, and she was really just dope. She had so much more experience than Kelli had.

Kelli stared at her friend, starry-eyed as she listened to her roommate dump a ton of information on her, trying not to gawk. Ronnie knew Genevieve Johannes? Kelli had seen her face everywhere, and Ronnie was friends with her? How freaking dope was that? Kelli was, like, famous-by-association, right? Because Ronnie was friends with Gen, who was suuuper pretty and super famous and seemed super dope, and Kelli was friends— or, well, she wanted to say that she was friends— with Ronnie? She was famous-by-association, yeah? Like, sure, Kelli was in Gen’s mansion right now, but it wasn’t anything like the same, even though it did make Kelli feel super dope, too. But thanks to Ronnie, Kelli could consider herself maybe mildly famous— “I’m roomies with a girl who’s friends with Gen Johannes” was pretty dope.

As Ronnie gushed about the Arts Fest, Kelli felt herself growing excited— and nervous— about the event. “I don’t have, like…like, mad skills, but I wanna do my best for the Fest,” Kelli said, taking a sip from her cup that was barely even a sip. “One-woman show is super dope! You’re gonna rock it!” She smiled at her friend.

Now Kelli had another thing to worry about, in addition to settling into this new school: figuring out what the heck she wanted to do for the Arts Fest.

Sure, she loved performing, but she also hated making decisions.

“I’ll give it my best, yeah!” she said, smiling. “I don’t know who Ash is, but I’m sure that she’s dope onstage…”

Kelli wasn’t even really sure that her best would be good enough for this level of competition, and, plus, that was just a lot of pressure.

But…hey, it would be fine in the end, right? She’d make a decision in time, she’d practice enough, and it would all be…okay, at least.

When her brother voiced his opinion on the Arts Fest, she noted along. “Oh, yeah, I’m…hype for it, too,” she said, trying out her brother’s vernacular with a little bit of a giggle. “I’ve performed at a lot of bougie dance halls and stuff but…” She’d participated in countless competitions, and she had failed to place above twentieth place in any of them. “…I dunno, this kinda seems different. I’m excited for…”

Her voice trailed off as her eyes caught on a monster-ish figure approaching, and she let out a soft gasp. “Dope costume,” she breathed, voice awestruck.

The creature went right up to her brother and hugged him, and she gave a confused laugh, raising an eyebrow and smiling. “I, er…— oop!” The critter hugged her now, and she tensed up a bit. She didn’t really like hugs from strangers. She laughed awkwardly.

“Kells! A skinny legend as always!"

Oh…oh? Uhm, they knew her name, so maybe they weren’t a stranger…

He hugged her roommate, and Kelli gave Ronnie a look of do you have any idea who in the heck that is before looking at her brother with the same expression.

And then her brother recognized the person: “Oates?”


Her jaw dropped, and she looked at the creature again, studying it with the notion that it could be her long-lost best friend. “Oates?” she repeated, and a bright smile spread across her face.

As her brother spoke and moved, she grew to realize that it looked…

It kinda looked like…

“Oates!” she chirped, her smile growing wider as she opened her arms to hug him again. “Oh, wowie— oh, dope, dope, dope— oh, oh my God, I’m so glad to see you again!” She took as step back. “It’s been forever forever— I didn’t think that I’d see you again or that you’d remember me!” She went in for another hug. “Oh my God…wow! Dope!” she breathed once more.

Finally, she echoed her brother’s sentiment: “I’ve missed you so much, Oates!”

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[natsukashii]

Corey Preston

How are you feeling?

like a fallen angel

What are you wearing?

I swear it's not my thing but trying something new

Where are you?

Gen and Eli's Pad

Did you mention anyone?

Maddie, Kane, and Javi

Who are you talking to?

Maddie, Kane, and Javi

And, like, tagging?

jasmyn hery Kio.exe

Watching Maddie walk away left Corey with his own thoughts. And he had a lot of them.

He silently sipped his sprite, shaking most of his upper body as the tanginess of the artificial lemon-lime flavor sizzled in his mouth. He always loved sprite and, honestly, anything sweet in general seemed to raise the dopamine in his brain. It could be baked goods, deep-fried dough stuffed with chocolate or some fruit jam, or just sugar itself, but that was something Corey absolutely loved.

And it was Maddie who often would enjoy it with them. It was Maddie who would often enjoy the sweets he made, which often had salty notes to it - such as the salted caramel bars he made.

As he continuously took small sips, Corey couldn't keep his mind off of his best friend, off of the fact he was here at a party that he would otherwise avoid. It wasn't that parties totally frightened him. Lord knew he could go to a party and not be totally miserable and he did his best to hide the fact that he didn't want to be here because he had not only promised Maddie that he'd make it work and try and go outside of his comfort zone, but he made that same promise to himself.

"Easier said than done," Corey thought aloud.

He walked away from the table for a moment and leaned over past the wall to see into the kitchen. He saw Maddie standing off to the side, but he couldn't tell who she was looking at.

He went back to the table and sighed, wanting to do something. He knew the beach wasn't far off. Maybe he and Maddie could just...forget about the party and just go enjoy the night alone. Get away from the noise and just relax. Corey hadn't let the crashing waves hit his feet at night in so long. There was just something about the chills that are sent from your legs to your neck when cold water hits the soles of your feet. That and he could practically hear them make a game out of it like they always did.

Corey let his mind drift into that fantasy, time had escaped him (as it always did). Before long, he heard the sweet relief from his drifting thoughts as Maddie spoke to him. He jumped up, nearly tipping over the table and, though he met her gorgeous eyes that always brought a smile to his face, this was one of those rare times when he couldn't say they had the same effect.

Something was off. He wasn't an eye emotion doctor or even specialist. He didn't have a plaque that told people he had a degree in it, but he was Maddie's best friend. Maybe aside from her brother and her other very close friends, he knew her better than she might even know herself. He knew when she was trying to hide the pain or when she had something on her mind. But he never knew exactly what it was until she told him. Maddie was a complicated person and had layers that he didn't always figure out, but something in her eyes and the way she spoke made his concern grow to new heights.

"Is everything okay?" He asked as they walked.

As they navigated around the dancers, It was obvious by how Corey bumped into nearly everybody that he wasn't paying attention to anyone but Maddie. Even though she had maintained an eerie silence, he figured out some parts of the mystery. The way she carried herself and how most of the sounds that came from her mouth were incomplete words, something was on her mind.

"Hey, so listen..." Corey began, though his voice trailed off into a quiet that lasted for a few seconds. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" He said to her, his voice soft and supportive, as it always was. "I mean, whatever ti is--"

Corey's lack of awareness of his surroundings came back to bite him in the ass. His foot was caught against the side of the couch and he found himself tumbling forward in front of the couch, falling to his knees in the usual ungraceful-like manner that Corey always fell. "I'm okay!" He grunted out as he wobbled back to his feet and he glanced at who was on the couch. "Oh, hey Javi and Kane," he smiled at them both. It was an awkward smile. And there was no amount of angelic charm that seeing Corey Preston in the rich man's version of an angel costume could do to rectify the undoubtedly awkward situation he had now created. "Funny meeting you here."

And there you go, Corey Elmo Preston. You're making it weird!

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[Kio.exe]

MOOD: Content

OUTFIT: XoXo

LOCATION: The Party

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Kane Blackmore

Superstition ain’t the way…

“If it makes you feel any better,” Kane mused, smiling. “You’re my favorite, and seeing as I have just earned…” he cleared his throat dramatically, smile growing, “What was it? The ‘Javier Cervantes pass of greatness’? Well seeing as I’ve earned that, my opinion matters more than your parents, obviously,” he quipped, happiness bubbling in his chest. It seemed that his roommate’s giddiness was rubbing off on him, despite the lack of alcohol filling his veins. His previous reservations about going to the party were long gone, replaced by a subtle gratitude for the friend who had dragged him there.

Kane didn’t have the heart to be annoyed by his very inebriated companion’s antics, and instead found this goofier, careless side of him to be charming. Sighing, he reached over without thinking, and wiped away the line of drool that was slowly making its way down the side of Javi’s face, frowning as he wiped it on his pants. “Just ‘cuz you have the freedom, as an adult, to do what you want,” Kane began, not pulling out of the gentle, but firm grip that Javi had on his chin.

“You don’t have to...disappoint people. You could, I guess, but where’s the fun in that? You should do great things with the freedom adulthood affords you. Help people, in any way you can. Be happy,” he said softly, not sure how receptive Javi would be to what he was saying.

Kane was distracted when someone in an angel costume tumbled to the ground in front of them, landing on their knees. “Oh, uh, hey Corey. Are you okay? Kane asked, wincing. “I would help you up, but…” he trailed off, waving his hand at the drunk idiot laying on him. He turned his attention to Maddie, grinning. “Heya, Maddie,” he chirped, waving. “Uh….merry Halloween?”

Was that what people said? Shit. It’s HAPPY Halloween, idiot…

Sighing, he used a hand to pluck the bottle of tequila from where it rested next to him, offering it to Corey and Maddie. “Do, uh...either of you want this? I don’t think Javi should drink anymore, and having it here is way too tempting for him,” he asked, rolling his eyes dramatically. “And I don’t drink, so...it might as well be put to use.”

Truthfully? He was just sick of the stench that was wafting both from the bottle and the boy he held, and he wanted it as far away as possible. He couldn’t get rid of Javi, so...the bottle was the next best thing.

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[mogy]

Oates Oates
" podcasts, amirite? "

@bigO has set their status to:
tall and spooky, AND EXCITED

@bigO has set their outfit to:
costume

@bigO has set their location to:
gen's house

@bigO has interacted with:
kian, kelli, ronnie

mogy has mentioned:
hery , ditto , geminiy

Oates genuinely couldn't believe that the Phelans were actually there—the boy was completely over the moon even when he merely caught a glimpse of the two siblings across the crowd of people, so, of course, after being close enough to actually hug them and then doing exactly so, his happiness was at a definite peak. Needless to say, this was probably the one good thing that happened since the school year started, and thanks to that, the smile on Oates's face grew even wider if that was somehow physically possible. It was almost as if he could feel things finally going better for him, and he loved not feeling like everything around him was slowly dying!

The boy took a step back from the third hug, thanking the girl in the Ronald McDonald costume for the compliment on his own costume before he turned to face the Phelans. He expected excitement, disbelief, a sort of surprised smile plastered on their faces as they came to the sudden realization that it was actually him, in flesh and blood, but their faces exhibited none of those. No doubt, Oates was quite surprised to find two confused faces staring back at him, no smiles or any other indication of joy radiating from them. It was almost as if they didn't even know who he was...

SPOILER ALERT: they didn't, and somewhere along the fifth second of awkward silence, Oates figured that out. It, however, didn't hinder his own smile—that bitch stayed on his face, still as wide as ever, his position only slightly changing in a way for him to be able to do jazz hands because everybody knew no reunion was complete without a pair of jazz hands to make it even more special. And, to go with that, jazz hands were also the perfect thing for the boy to do while he waited out the uncomfortable silence of Kian and Kelli trying to figure out who he was from under the heavy layers of makeup.

A split and then a shift in emotion could be seen in Kian's eyes when the boy figured it out, and even if one wasn't able to notice the realization in Kian's eyes, Kian's question made it clear.

Ah, he got it!

The boy dressed in the tight skirt stepped forward and examined Oates's face with particular caution as if Oates had been some high-priced porcelain vase, but it was unnecessary.

"Yes, me, Oates. I mean, I am Oates, yes." He confirmed when Kian put his hands down, Oates's own hands flapping around in excitement (like Jas's puss puss when she puts on clean underwear).

Oates's own voice had a tinge of relief that he didn't have to actually/formally introduce himself to the two people he really didn't need any introduction to. The boy then noticed a very similar shift in Kelli's own eyes when she was made aware that it was Oates who was inside of the spooky Ryuk costume in front of her all along, and when she repeated her brother's question, Oates answered again: "Yes, yes!"

While the first batch of hugs felt a little bit unreciprocated for now known reasons, Kian definitely made sure the second batch of hugs started out with a banger, literally picking Oates up by his waist, spinning him around, and then safely putting him on the ground. Oates, of course, laughed throughout the whole thing, just as Kian did, and the two probably looked extremely drunk to anybody who noticed them, but Oates didn't usually care about how others perceived him, so why would he have started now?

Kelli was eagerly waiting for the next hug to be hers, so Oates answered Kian's question as he made sure to once again tightly hug the shorter girl.

"I've been amazing! And you both look amazing! And I'm even more amazing now that I have the Phelans back, man! And you guys look amazing! And I said that already. You still look amazing, ah!" He jumped from topic to topic while copying just a little bit of Kian's way of speaking, not because of mockery, but because how could you not have copied Kian's way of speaking—it was so charismatic.

It was then that Kelli said something that kind of surprised Oates. Did she genuinely think Oates wouldn't remember his best friend of so many years? All of the Just Dance tournaments they had; all of the sleepovers they had; all of the dance routines? No, no, it was simply not possible to forget that.

"Remember you? What are you talking about? I literally have a Kelli shrine in my apartment. And I pray to it every day." He joked; it was a Totally Spies! shrine.

As he stepped back, Kian swooped in for another hug, this one a little bit more grounded—quite literally, but also just a little bit closer and a little bit tighter.

"No, duh! I missed you guys as well! It's been two years! And I got no calls!" He protested, obviously kidding, raising his arm high in the air with his finger pointed as if he were a senile grandpa talking about the war days.

Oh, and also, let me tell you something about that last hug...Kian sure had some nice pecs, which probably wasn't the most important thing to have been mentioned at the moment, but for some reason, Oates noticed it. He really wasn't lying when he said that Kian started going to the gym.

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[ditto]

"might go down as g-o-d..."
saint taylor

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Ava...

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Winona

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Saint gave a subtle nod as Ava agreed to venture over to the drink table in her refreshingly unique way. There was something about the girl that was...pleasantly different from the norm. Whether it be her boldness, her unabashed bluntness, her expressed disdain for the party crowd, or something else entirely, Saint wasn’t entirely sure, but he had spoken to her enough by this point to deem her not a total waste of his time, and he was, frankly, appreciative that she’d agreed to come over to the drink table. At least then, he’d have some company as he sat back and ju—...observed. Saint wasn’t a judgmental person, so judge wouldn’t have been the best choice of words there.

“A fight...?” he asked, tapping his hand on the side of the cup as he made slow progress towards the crowd, trying his best to step around others and avoid touching as many people as possible. There were few things that Saint appreciated more than passive observation, especially of people spiraling downward in front of him. Watching others waste their time with petty drama made some part of him thankful that he had more sense than others. It...humbled him, in a way; it reminded him to be thankful for the sense that he was granted, because most others seemed not to have it. “I wonder how much bloodshed there will be tonight...,” he said in his stoic way, “...or if we’ll get the treat of seeing a dental extraction.” He snickered softly, stopping at the drink table.

“I’ll still pour you some coke, if you’d like...” He picked up a red cup, holding it out to her and setting it on the table near her as he moved to treat his own cup. As he picked up bottles, he listened to her questions, and his brows raised for a moment at them.

Hm...

“Oh...you know, I found that the key was...” He picked up his cup, taking a sip from it. He hadn’t put much alcohol into his drink, so it didn’t taste much like anything besides flat soda. He moved his neck slightly, swallowing his drink, and he looked back at Ava. “...starting from scratch. Don’t rely on recipes, either...” His eyes shifted from her and back to the drink table. There was a wide array of things on the table, but he’d seen much better. “I can’t say that I remember everything that’s in it or anything, much less the measurements...” He shrugged slightly. “Some might call it a process of trial and error.”

He hadn’t lied. He wasn’t a liar. He might have glossed over the truth, but that wasn’t a lie.

He took another drink from his cup. “There is a surprising lack of gore tonight, isn’t there...? Halloween is for blood and guts...everyone seems to have missed that...”

Had he come to this party as a cat? Yes. Had he had any intention of having blood on his shirt? Quite the opposite. Was this information important? Not at all.

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[sunshineysoul]

danielle howard

@beautyandthebeat has set their status to:
dance the night away

@beautyandthebeat has set their outfit to:
yee haw.

@beautyandthebeat has set their location to:
dance floor

@beautyandthebeat has mentioned:
alex, cole

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alexa, play jennifer lopez's "on the floor"

dani had definitely taken shots before. don't tell cole, but her first taste of alcohol was the first year he was gone. at the ripe age of twelve she started drinking. but it wasn't a lot, no of course not. but with cole being gone from home & her parents always busy along with her cousins being way older than her, she never had anything to do. no one to hang out with, just her and her thoughts. dani would always say fuck that and sneak a sip or two of whatever bottle she stashed in her room from her parents collection.

at first it was terrible. the taste wasn't good, and the burn wasn't worth it. but once the alcohol started to kick in, the buzzed feeling was absolutely worth it. it was like constant confidence, something dani wasn't used to. so then came the second drink, then third and fourth, and then she lost count. the taste was, quite literally, intoxicating, the burn was addicting, and the buzz was the frosting on the cake. dani absolutely loved drinking, as long as it gave her that confidence, that mindset of not caring about what other thought of her.

but when cole came to visit that previous summer, of course he caught her. cole knew her better than anyone, she was convinced. which would make sense, he basically raised her. but it wasn't hard to read that your little sister picked up a drinking habit when you walk into her room & are hit with the stench of alcohol. cole pulled the classic i'm not mad, just disappointed stunt, typical of a big brother, right? and as much as it annoyed dani, she could never be rebellious against him for long. because he was there for her when it mattered most, she knew that cole was the only person that truly knew her and loved her like she needed to be.

so yea, when cole and her had a heart to heart about drinking and how to keep it to a minimum, of course she stopped drinking so much. even if he didn't even have valid reasons, she felt she owed him that much.

however, these were different circumstances, right? it was a costume party for halloween. surely everyone drinks more than normal at a party? and surely it's a one time thing? and cole did say for her to have fun. she really couldn't believe that was the only ground rule. it was such a different side of cole that she hadn't seen since they were kids. but she didn't question it for a second.

then alex suggested shots & dani was all over that idea. she missed party shots. the burn of alcohol accompanied by the sour tang of the lime, only enhanced by salt? dani loved shots. so of course she had shot after shot after shot. she definitely lost count, she felt herself becoming more and more buzzed.

at some point, dani realized she had wandered away from the kitchen. lucky for her, she ended up right at the dance floor. well, living room-turned-dance floor. it's exactly where dani wanted to be. dancing was such a passion of dani's. well, pretty sure everyone's department was a passion for them, but of dani was absolutely included in that group. ever since people recognized her as "cole's little sister" with the story of "following him out to LA", she felt her own talent/passions had be diminished.

it irritated dani. yes, the only reason she ever auditioned for HA was because cole was out here, and she wanted to be with her brother. but that didn't mean she just got free admittance because they're going through shit. dani had been dancing for as long as she could remember, it was her outlet. dance was her life, it was her escape from reality. it was how she expressed herself & obviously it showed in her audition. she actually got accepted into HA, which meant she had actual talent, not just getting in because of her brother.

whenever dani saw a dance floor, she got excited. she wouldn't even think twice before throwing herself in the middle of the fray. especially at parties, when she was already buzzed, everything felt perfect to dani. the thump of the music, the heat of everyone dancing on each other, the confidence surging through her, and even the possibility of finding a certain someone and having a little extra fun.

without hesitation, dani waltzed right into the mess of people dancing, and let loose. moving to the beat, shouting whatever lyrics were playing, dancing with whoever grabbed her arm and twirled her around. dani knew absolutely no one in the crowd, yet she was ready to dance close and personal with the first person she locked eyes with.

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[ditto]

TREVOR CALLAGHAN

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The things I do for my roommates...They'd better be glad that I'm not a serial killer, as everyone seems to assert, or they'd be out o' luck.

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The Johannes mansion. Alone, obviously, because I don't have anyone to go with and my roommates don't count. Where else? Since when have I ever missed a place that I could smoke and get some?
I know I have a girlfriend. Listen, I gotta keep my act up, if nothing else. I've got a reputation to uphold, even if I can't uphold it in anything beyond my location. Shut up.

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“Borin’…?” Trevor echoed. He said it as if he’d never heard the word before, his dilated pupils gazing upon Ash with a curious look on his face as he searched for the meaning of the word.

Boring…? Was goodness boring? He’d never thought of it as such, and now that she mentioned it, he turned the word over in his head.

If it was all good, no bad…wouldn’t that be the opposite of boring? No fights, no arguments, no petty shite like worst enemies staring at the legs of your girlfriend…wouldn’t that just be…pleasant?

As the words faded away from her lips, he leaned his head against the side of the house.

When she laughed, his grin broadened. “Hide out in yer room the whole party? I wouldn’t’ve minded ta join ya, honestly,” he teased lightly. “Ya know, drinkin’ ourselves ta blackin' out while people outside do god knows what…wouldn’t’a been too bad, ‘specially compared ta…”

To what had happened. He let that sentence die, shaking. His head slightly and laughing quietly.

“Dressing’ up is— yeah, I agree,” he said, nodding. “I’m not even a fan of candy, anyway— rots yer teeth, gives ya heart disease, gives ya diabetes, gives ya a sugar addiction, an’ I’m jus’ not even a fan. My mam an’ pap always used ta steal all’a my candy ‘cept fer my apple drops, too, so I’ven’t got great history wit’ bein’ able ta eat my candy, anyway. Unless I ate it on tha night of, all I’d be able ta do is suck on tha apple drops and try my best ta imagine that it’s actually tha ‘mallow sticks.” His voice was full of a righteous anger, and he gave a soft, mock-sad sniffle at the end of his slurred tangent.

She pushed away from the wall, and his eyes followed her as she tucked her legs beneath herself. “And, like, I know nothing about superheroes— like, I’ve never watched whatever movie all this Spiderman stuff came from. I think Eli tried to get me to watch it once and I just…totally fell asleep, so I had no idea that the costume was going to be literally skintight.”

“Superheroes,” Trevor agreed, shifting and putting his elbow on the side of his knees to lower his chin into his palm. “They don’ care about practicality when designin’ ‘em. Can ya imagine tryin’ ta kick some villain’s arse in spandex? Yer crotch’d be chaffin’ so much that all ya’d be able ta do is whine. An’, plus, thin layers aren’t doin’ anythin’ ta help protect ya. You’d be jus’ as well off as if ya walked inta tha street ta fight ‘em in nothin’ but what yer mammy’s womb gifted ya.” He gave a soft sigh. “An’ tha female outfits are usually jus’ nothin’ but a lil’ tiny piece of fabric that barely covers tha nipples, an’ more power to ‘em, but also, that’s not helpin’ ya none. Havin’ yer tits jigglin’ free while yer tryin’ ta dodge ammunition jus’ seems like a good way ta catch tha bullets in yer mounds of ches’ fat.” Not that the was complaining about the visuals at all, but drunk Trevor was passionate about the weirdest things. “Though I do suppose that both are distractin’, in their own rights. If tha villain’s less endowed than you are, then ya got tha intimidation factor right at yer groin bulge, an’ I dunno how well I could focus if a female hero approached me…even so, ya still have ta consider— I mean, what if tha villain’s asexual an’ hyperfocused? Wha’ya do there? Tits and dicks can’t solve yer problems all tha time. It’s more practical ta jus’ have tha protection.”

He finished his rant with a sigh, shaking his head slightly.

“Like, look.” Her hand left his and went to the zipper of her sweatshirt, and as it unzipped, his heart caught in his throat.

Well, damn.

“Like, he wanted us all to walk around the party looking like this. He got stuck in his costume, like, four times before the party even started.”

I wouldn’t’ve complained.

As her hands cover her chest and she scoffed, he realized that he’d been staring, and he looked into her face again. “Just…Halloween? Literally the worst.”

“Tha…wors’,” he agreed, trying not to look at the chest that she was trying to cover up and kinda failing, but not caring too much— he was drunk, and she was hot. “But at leas’ this year I dressed m’sel…vv." He finished out the sound of his word, and then chuckled. "I mean, back when I lived wit’ my nan’ an’ ‘da an’ them, Nana’d squeeze me inta shite meant fer seven-year-old girls. You know what she did— ya know what she did my firs’ year year?— seven’ grade, I mean?” He let out a huff of air. “I’ll tell ya.” He lifted up from his hands, sighing and rubbing his knees. “She sewed me—“ He held out his hands, as if that would help him convey his passionate tale. “Yer not ready fer this—“ He scoffed, cutting himself off and shaking his head with a laugh. “She sewed me…alright, so…picture this: thirteen-year-old…S…” He blinked a bit, trying to remember where he was in his story, and then he laughed. “Sean Callaghan, one-sixty-five centimeters. Shaggy-haired— curly-headed, gangly…that, all’a that. Doesn’t wanna dress up, doesn’t wanna get out, jus’ wants ta sit an’ write on a novel that he’ll never finish. Have that image? Now, imagine, fifty-something, maybe sixty-something Mary, one-fifty-two centimeters, tryin’ ta shove him into a salmon-pink monstrosity while he’s bawlin’ his eyes out. She finishes shovin’ him in there, and now, he can’t get tha damn thin’ off. He turns, looks in tha mirror—“

He looked Ash dead in the eyes, his expression unamused at the memory. “He’s a feckin’ fish. A salmon— an’ she didn’ even make arm holes in it— an’ she custom made it! An’ so, tha whole night, Granda just has ta walk along beside him ‘cuz he can only knock on doors by floppin’ his body in tha general direction of tha knob and can’t even hold his candy bucket, an’ all’a tha neighborhood kids start jus’ guffawin’— an’ then they head ta Dublin, the whole capital city ‘a tha Motherlan’— an’ they have tha audacity ta ask the performers at tha Samhain fest ta take pictures wit’ ‘im. An’ he can’t even get tha damn costume off until they get home, and by then, it’s well inta his birthday. An’ when he goes back ta school, turns out his nana put the whole thin’ on Facebook for all’a yer school ta see— which isn’t even that big, because it’s a private school, so all’a yer teacher’s an’ yer everyone’s seen it, an’ it’s not like ya like any of ‘em anyway, but suddenly, they’re callin’ ya Salmon Sean! Even tha feckin' teachers! An’ yer tutor’s yer classmate, anyway, an’ then he signs off all’a yer assignments that ya fail with ‘fish fer brains’— an’ if ya do really bad, he adds a lil’ ‘an’ it can’t even make caviar’!"

He huffed, putting a hand to his forehead. "Ya kiddin’ me? A feckin’ salmon? I could understan’ somethin’ like…” He looked upwards, trying to think. “I dunno…somethin’ like…” He couldn’t think, and he shook his head. “Well, ya shouldn’t be tryin’ ta dress yer thirteen-year-old grandson in the firs’ place, but…I dunno…if yer gonna dress 'im as a fish, at leas’ dress him as a…badarse fish. A whale…a…s-…starfish? I dunno types of fish— or jus’ don’t dress him as a fish! Dress him as somethin’ cool, like that one…uh…what’s his name...” He snapped his fingers, trying to remember. “Not Frank…not— Freddie. Freddie Cougar— someone cool like that. Not a salmon— or a cat, or a cow, or a lobster, which my nan’ did all of…”

He sighed once he was done with his long-winded rant. “Halloween feckin’ fucks…— s-…sucks…an’ I hate it.”

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[hery]

MOOD: literally so pissed like don't even

OUTFIT: princess fit courtesy of tou lolololol

LOCATION: gen/eli's place

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Kio.exe (Kane)
natsukashii (Corey)
jasmyn (Maddie)

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Javier Cervantes

A big smile stretched across Javi's face. The whole thing was corny and they both knew it, but Javi was drunk and, honestly, Kane playing along brought a little comfort to his forlorn heart. "You know, you've got a point there, Kaney," he replied lightheartedly, nearly losing himself in his friend's equally warm smile. For such an open book, Kane sure seemed to have a lot of depth. Javier began to wonder what he'd done to deserve such kind treatment, especially after his rather loud introduction to the school. Even before he started oversharing, Javi wondered if Kane already had him all figured out. Or was he making it up as he went?

His grip on Kane's shirt loosened a little as he picked up his head to get a good look at the guy reassuring him. He contemplated grabbing the much taller guy's face and kissing him right there, but he faltered, lowering his head back to rest on his chest.

He shook his head, refusing to listen to the the entirety of Kane's point. "No, no, man, fuck that," he interrupted, waving his arm around dismissively, "Being happy means I get to do my o-own shit without needing to be told about s-some lame ass responsrrbltlsties an' commitments n' shit." His words began to lose even more of their clarity as the alcohol worked its magic; Javi began to come around to the idea that maybe Kane cutting his supply off was the right move.

"If I'm helpin' someone out, it means I like you," he stated seriously, although nothing he said in this state could really be taken all that seriously at face value. He stuck a finger out and pushed it just into Kane's chest to emphasize the whole "you" part of his point.

Javier's entire body jumped due to a sudden impact on the couch, eliciting an irritated grunt from him. The shock made his stomach flip which, in turn, reminded him how upset the stupid, faulty organ was. How dare it be unable to tolerate an obscenely large amount of alcohol in a tiny time frame? He forced the upper half of his body off of Kane to turn his attention to Corey, who was now greeting them.

The inebriated junior squinted at him not because he couldn't see, but because he'd moved his head so fast that a wave of dizziness crashed onto him. "H-huh...?" He crinkled his nose as he went through the arduous process of focusing his attention on his unexpected interloper. "W-well, heyyyy there, Corey in the House!" he slurred, offering him a giant, toothy grin. If he didn't already look and sound drunk, his face was a telltale sign of just how many hits off of his pen he'd taken before entering the mansion.

He looked the earnest boy up and down, reaching an arm out to tug at the suit jacket teasing Javi with a sliver of his bare chest. His arm pathetically dropped to the side of the couch as he realized he'd never be able to reach Corey from this position. "G-gooood to see you, buddy! You look fuckin' HOT, my man. G-good for you!" The awkwardness dripping off of Corey's voice went completely unnoticed by Javier, who had mainly just been going with the flow since he sat down on that couch.

Javier half-listened to what Kane was saying to their visitors, smiling idiotically and idly playing with his hair. But then the boy uttered a peculiar name toward the end.

Maddie?

Javi straightened up, then looked to Corey's vicinity to find an anxious Maddie cowering behind him. His expression darkened, a confused bout of agitation clouding his gaze. "The fuck're you doing here?" he growled, the scent of alcohol pouring out of his breath, "What happened to st-staying the fuck away from me?" The furious boy began to tremble slightly with hurt and rage, appalled that his ex-friend had the audacity to get in the way of his nice night yet again.

Javier knew he couldn't just avoid the girl forever. It wasn't what she wanted and, really, it wasn't what he wanted. But every time he looked at her he was reminded of the shame and pain he felt after not only being abruptly cast aside, but left completely alone for months and months after the fact. Even the thought of Madelaine Harlow was enough to make his heart sink, filling it with an emotion he was not at all equipped to process.

Fuck her. And fuck the way she made him feel unwanted. But most of all, fuck her for making him happy. And for making him care. What was it worth now, when all of that raw emotion he once expressed freely was locked behind a cowardly aversion to opening up? If she was going to try to bother him, open up old wounds, and make excuses for her own flimsy will, Javi wanted nothing to do with her.

Deep down, a part of him knew that no matter how right she tried to make things, she'd always be the girl that made him hurt. Worst of all, she'd be the girl that constantly reminded him of all of the inferiority, cowardice, and immaturity he possessed. And thinking of her would only make things worse.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?!" he cried out, the volume of his shout suppressed by the cacophony of music and teenage voices surrounding them. His voice shook for a fraction of a second—that same cocky, confident baritone voice that never let fear or doubt escape through the cracks of his defunct heart. His tone was laced with hurt, sorrow, and grief layered behind a festering mass of stubborn aggravation for the pathetic parts of his past and himself that he could never change.

Javi looked to Kane with gritted teeth, furious Maddie had made him expose this part of himself to his friend. He glanced at Corey with narrowed eyes, which drifted over to Maddie once more. There was a newfound sense of hostility Javi harbored for Corey, making him sick thinking of how cheerfully he'd greeted him just moments ago. "I believe this shit. Y-you can't make this shit up!" he exclaimed, letting out a derisive, painfully forced laugh, "Did your bitch mom have a change of heart, huh? Or was I always the problem?"

"You didn't even give me a FUCKING call, Mads!"

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[Winona]

Damien Slater
"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell."

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Halloween? best holiday

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It was... probably too long that Damien remained at the edge of the crowd, watching the dancers before he finally decided to just bite the metaphorical bullet and go for it. What was the worst that could happen? He'd dance with the wrong person and their jealous boyfriend or girlfriend would punch him or kick him in the balls?

Been there, done that.

Things didn't hold you back as much after you'd experienced them once or... twice or, in Damien's case regarding this very specific type of action... way too many times to count.

He slipped into the crowd of the dance floor, a smile cracking at the edges of his face. The nice thing about getting lost on the dance floor was that there were no words, no names, no past or opinions or things you could fuck up. It was just you, and no one had preconceived notions of you -- unless, well, they knew you.

But Damien was a fresh face. He was a nothing in this crowd of somethings. And he couldn't have been happier at the anonymity -- no one would see him and give him that disgusted face that made him know they'd heard about him before, or had met him before, or in a few cases... people he'd already fucked and who hated his guts.

He moved his way through the crowd, dancing along as one does. Damien stopped occasionally, spinning girls, reaching out to dance with guys, but no one really captured his attention for long. Or, well, rather... he didn't capture anyone's attention for long, because it wasn't long before they were breaking away from him.

Eventually, his moving through the crowd brought him to a girl who actually could dance, unlike a good portion of the people out here on the dance floor. The little grin that had cracked across his features grew as he made his way over to her with his less than stellar dance moves, eventually coming to a stop near the girl.

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[hery]

MOOD: stranger... undanger?

OUTFIT: ronnie mcdonald

LOCATION: the kitchen

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Hunter

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ditto (Kelli)
geminiy (Kian)
mogy (Oates)

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Veronica Crosby

Ronnie playfully pushed Kelli by the shoulder with a tch! of disbelief. "Of course you'll give it your best!" she remarked, recalling all the fancy dancer lingo she recited at 11:00 o'clock at night on more than one occasion, "And, if you're totally out of ideas, you're always welcome to be the other woman in my one-woman show." The smiley redhead raised her champagne glass to clink it against the dull plastic of Kelli's cup, then took a smooth sip of the delectable concoction Kian had served them.

Turning her attention back to Kian and the unmasked demon joining them, Ronnie couldn't help but smile contentedly as the trio reunited. It was sweet, and perhaps it had a trace of homoerotic undertones that made her just want to melt into a puddle of love admiration. This would make a great romance novel—Ronnie would have to write that down later if she remembered. After all, it was a party, and party people don't remember things the next morning for some reason! Woo! Time to find out why! Hopefully!

Maybe the girl was getting a tad ahead of herself, but come on. The two seemed so happy. And Kelli, of course, who never seemed to be not some degree of happy anyway. Ronnie secretly felt a little envious of Oates, who seemed to revel in the novelty of Kian's over-the-top waist hug/lift. Ah, well. There would be other opportunities. Hmm... I wonder if Hunter is strong enough to do that? I'll have to inspect his arms on our next date.

So this awesomely-costumed demon was named Oates... ahhhh. Ronnie seemed to recall hearing that name; at the very least, the face was familiar. She was disappointed not to have made the acquaintance of someone so wholesome and positive sooner. Not even from a romantic standpoint! He was just a cool guy. And also not at all Ronnie's type, but that definitely wasn't the first thing she was thinking about. Promise.

She felt her presence shrinking away amid this uplifting reunion, and she wasn't sure if she should go to the bathroom or find someone else. This seemed like kind of a big deal and she had no intention of intruding or anything. "So... you guys know each other?" she inquired apprehensively, unsure if it was the right moment to interject, "I thought Kian and Kelli were from like... the middle of nowhere, California."

She caught herself forgetting her manners, then jerked her head back to face Oates. "Oh, I'm Veronica, by the way! Or just Ronnie. Most people say Ronnie," she greeted the kind boy, extending her free hand for a handshake, "I think I've seen you around before, actually. I'm Kelli's roommate. Isn't she, like, the greatest? I bet she could bend her back so far she could turn herself into a tiny cube or something. At least, that's what I think." She giggled giddily, failing to realize how weird her unfiltered speech sounded, especially to a virtual stranger. Be my friend, please.

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[jasmyn]

"Stop taking life so seriously..."
Dorian Harlow

@FindingDori has set status to:
"Do you need some ICEcream for that?"

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Hot, now hatless, pirate.

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Minnie's car.

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Minnie.

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sunshineysoul

It was pretty clear that Minnie would rather talk about anything else, or not talk at all for that matter. Dorian was aware of this and while he didn't want to make her upset by pushing it, he couldn't just sit there. She looked like she was racking her brain for a way to get out of it but surely she realized that wasn't an option now, right? He'd just pulled into the drive-thru of the ice cream shop when she finally spoke up and he stopped behind the car that was ahead of them in line.

"Seriously, it's nothing. Saint's just being an ass. what, you don't think he deserved a punch to the face?"

Of course, he did. Dorian hardly knew the guy but he knew he was friends with Kordei and everything he had heard about him pointed to him being a complete dick. Still, Minnie didn't strike him as the type to punch someone solely based on some rude comment. No. It'd take a lot more than that weighing on the girl to get her to be so upset that she'd take physical action.

"I think anyone who is douchey enough to get on your bad side probably deserves what he gets. But that's not the only thing on your mind and we both know it. You're not wearing a costume, you hardly seemed to even want to come tonight to an event thrown by one of your best friends... I've seen you at parties before and you seem to enjoy them so I'm willing to bet it isn't that," he asked, as he pulled up to the speaker to order for her, opting out of getting himself anything.

"And fair warning, I can do this all night but I tend to get pretty annoying after a good half hour," he joked with her before asking her what ice cream she wanted and ordering it. Once he was done he turned back to her as they waited for the line to move. "So, what's bothering you, Minnie?" he asked again. "You said you aren't a fan of Halloween. Why not?" he added, raising a brow curiously.

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[hery]

MOOD: talking? wow

OUTFIT: maid costume

LOCATION: the johannes mansion

basics

MENTIONS:
Oates
INT:
Winona (Jace)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Callum Richards

"Well, don't apologize," Callum drawled, having made the mistake of drawing too much attention to something he hadn't thought much of at all in the first place. He took a sip from his drink, staring down at Jace as he very obviously shifted his gaze somewhere else. "It was really cold earlier," he added, ruing the the pesky goosebumps he'd allowed to dot his arms and legs when he, Oates, and Liv were outside, "I wouldn't recommend showing this much leg in this weather anyway." Even for Callum, who was always cold (and sure liked to complain about it), a chilly autumn night like this would be enough to discourage anyone from improperly covering up.

Well, not true. As observed by the many scantily-clad attendees of this party, very few would find themselves dressing conservatively over a few measly gusts of wind. Callum hated the wind even more than the low temperatures it came with; one more joke about him being so frail the wind would blow him away and he'd blow his brains out.

... Actually, that sounds like a lot of work. Pass.

The lanky maid's face darkened after listening to Jace's assumption. True assumption, but in Callum's opinion, hideously presumptuous all the same. "No, it's not like that," he hissed defensively, lacking the vocal energy of someone presented with absolute bullshit. Callum made up for this quietness and dull tone with his own brand of intensity, which seemed to permeate and hang in the air without his knowledge. "Don't be stupid. He's my friend. And I'm allowed to draw inspiration from my friends without it being weird."

Every instance the word "friend" left his mouth, Callum felt a year being taken off of his life. After two years, it had become second nature to call Oates his boyfriend and talk about him like such, even if he rarely did it in normal people ways. It was his own fault for bringing up Oates, but even so, he found himself extra embittered by the whole affair. Callum was single, Oates was single. Why couldn't they just be together? Why did Oates do this, knowing it would bring only pain to the both of them? And what was Jace West doing commenting on his pathetic pining? That was a new low.

Callum clutched his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. His head was all woozy. How annoying. He'd almost forgotten that alcohol had an effect; the only thing on his mind when he was downing drink after drink was how he was supposed to be putting it in his body because, hey, it's a party. No more, no less. Woooo...

Jace stumbling over his words wasn't an unusual occurrence, but it was still sort of annoying. Just spit it out. He waited impatiently for an answer, although one wouldn't be able to tell through his stoic expression. "Oh, okay. I've seen anime porn," he nonchalantly replied, swishing his drink around before downing the rest of it, "That's fine. You don't have to tell me. I don't really care." A tiny piece of Callum already knew Jace had totally seen some weird, freaky hentai shit, and he normally would have pressed the awkward blonde, but the buzz from his steady flow of alcohol had made him more tired than he ever was. One wouldn't have normally thought it possible, but the wonders of alcohol and science beg to differ. Just this once, he wouldn't use the tiny amount of energy needed to expose Jace's secret 2:00 a.m. life.

It wasn't like Callum was a giant fan of anime pornography or anything, if at all. But he wasn't just going to hide it for some arbitrary, embarrassing reasons. When you have hours and hours to just sit on your phone at the dead of night, of course you get into some weird Internet rabbit holes. It's just a fact of life.

"I don't know. It's sort of a joke, I guess," he answered with a shrug, "I didn't think too deep about it—or about anime porn—when I got it. I just did. Is that the first thing most people think when they see French maids?"

Callum spotted a nearby bottle of tequila sitting on a coffee table; a good amount was missing. He poured some of the... fragrant... liquid into the cup before filling it back up with soda. It wasn't rum coke, but it would do. He wasn't taking giant drinks or anything, but he'd been sipping like the mosquito on his calf nonstop since he poured his drink. So, in short... he'd probably already had a decent amount in the past twenty or so minutes.

"What are you doing here? You don't seem the partying type," he asked bluntly, especially critical of the horribly designed costume Jace had decided to show up in. Callum was no fashion expert or anything, but it was even clear to him how poor of a job he'd done from the neck down. The whole anime porn didn't seem all that interesting or that big of a deal, so Callum had no problem moving on like it was nothing. Unless Jace was really that into the whole genre, in which case he'd continue the conversation, because if it isn't clear enough through this narration, Callum wasn't really the caring type.

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[jasmyn]

"Life is much more fun in the fast lane..."
Josephine Bennett

@JosieCat has set status to:
"How many drinks have I had?"

@JosieCat has set outfit to:
That one space princess.

@JosieCat has set location to:
Party.

@JosieCat has interacted with:
Gus.

@JosieCat has tagged:
sunshineysoul

One shot. Two shots. Five. --- Wait. That's not right.

Okay, so Josie had begun to lose count of how many shots she had but it wasn't her fault that Gus was taking so long to rejoin her. At least she had waited to spark the blunt and he was lucky enough for that because she could really use a smoke.

Yeah, yeah. When it came to parties, sometimes Jo could get out of hand. So she'd been told. It wasn't that she meant to do any harm but she'd been known to test her own limits without realizing it. Smoke a little, drink a little get a bad idea, and roll with it. It really wasn't that big of a deal, at least not in her opinion.

Josie stumbled outside onto the patio, plopping down on one of the couch-like benches Gen had set up. The girl naturally pulled her phone out as she took another shot and began typing away. First in DMs to Lucky then on Twitter. She was making zero sense and her filter was even more compromised than usual as she typed out about how hot Saint looked.

It was true. As much as she wished she didn't think so. The unresolved feelings and sexual attraction were hard to disconnect from. She'd been drinking to do just that after running into him. What a shocker that her brain betrayed her.

Thank god for Maggie. If it wasn't for her friend swooping in and pointing the spotlight on Gus then who knows what Jo would've said or if Saint would've logged in to see it. God. That would've been a fucking time. Gus though, he was such a good guy. Josie really did like him and he said he liked her but...the timing. That's what was stopping them from living in this moment right? Just lousy timing, as always. Ugh. It was mildly annoying.

Just as she took another drink from Jo heard his voice and the thoughts faded. "Pretty boyyyyyy. Took you long enough. I was beginning to think I'd have to smoke without you too," she teased as she put down the bottle, which was damn near empty now. She wasted no time sparking the blunt and taking a few hits before passing it off to him.

"Look! I found the pool," she grinned, pointed off in the distance. A pool was a terrible idea but she'd never made the best choices so this wasn't a surprise. Just putting their feet in couldn't hurt.

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[Winona]

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Jace West

"Who am I to tell me who I am?"

Right... because Callum's intense reaction really aided itself in his "no, we're just friends" tirade. Look, Jace might have been a bit of an idiot. Jace might have not picked up on most social cues. Jace might have had next to no experience on the front when it came to having feelings for someone else or whatever it might be, but...

Even Jace could tell that it was like that. Detective Jason B. West at your service, and he'd just solved the case of the simping skinny dancer who clearly still harbored some feelings for his ex.

Ridiculous if you asked Jace, because surely Callum could do a thousand times better than what Oates had to offer. What did that little oatmeal-loving boy that lacked any emoji sense have to offer that was so great, anyway? From what little Jace had seen, Oates was the polar opposite of his new buddy. Surely there was someone more aptly matched for Callum, who was basically the epitome of a wet blanket manifested as a person, and Oates, who had the energy of the sunshine baby from Teletubbies.

Jace didn't remark on this or give his own opinions, mind you. It was clearly a sore spot for Callum, so he kept his opinions (how right they may have been) to himself.

"It's the, uhh... first thing... I-I see, I guess..." Jace mumbled. After all, actual maids never wore the ridiculous costume that was so often seen in television and, well, porn. At least not in Jace's experience -- like, none of the maids they'd had moving in and out of their house back in New York had ever worn that ridiculous outfit. They'd always just worn normal people clothes. Like old jeans and t-shirts, but never the weird skirt that showed way too much leg.

Jace's gaze followed Callum as he grabbed a bottle of tequila, pouring more into his cup. One eyebrow cocked up a bit as his eyes followed the other boy's actions absently. Wow, Callum really knew how to party, didn't he? Or maybe whatever he'd had in the cup had been alcohol-less, so now he was just trying to get that buzz.

Callum hadn't struck Jace as much of a drinker, or as much of a partier, but people tended to surprise you when you were least expecting it. And it wasn't like Jace actually knew his new best friend all that well -- all they'd done was bitch at Rome at the fair together and then message a bit here and there to complain about his sister or any of the numerous sheeple that they went to school with. However, Jace felt comfortable referring to Callum as his best friend -- the guy had, after all, stood up to him and received the blunt fire of Evie, Gen, and whoever else had taken to attacking him on Twitter for absolutely no reason.

That's what friends did.

He was thankful for the change of topic from porn (literally, that had to be one of the weirdest conversations that Jace had ever participated in and he was hoping to just shove that to the very back of his mind and eventually it would just be purged from his memory altogether), although the change of topic just turned into shining a spotlight on Jace's obvious uncomfortable nature with this whole party thing.

"I-I, I'm not..." he mumbled, turning his gaze downwards for a moment. His foot started tapping against the wooden floors before he reluctantly shifted his gaze back to Callum who was... kind of an imposing figure, if Jace was being totally honest with himself. "I, uhh.... I wanted to stay home and just umm... work on my song for the, uhh... the festival..." Jace didn't know what to do with his hands, so he ended up clasping them together in front of himself.

"Dorian, he's a uhh... he's a really, really cool guy, but he ummm..." Jace cleared his throat awkwardly. "He uhh.... dragged me here and then just... kinda... ditched me for this umm, this girl. Minnie? Yeah, I guess she uhh... she was running off and he like... I don't know, followed her, and then umm... JJ got mad and stabbed me in the eye when she did my makeup..."

Wow, his story was almost more pathetic than himself.

"W-What about you? You don't uhh... you seem like you'd rather, you know... be at home or.... something..." Another awkward throat clearing, as if that would somehow cure Jace of his insufferable stuttering.

"Did you come to hang with uhh..." he was going to say Oates, but thought better of it. "... someone... and get ditched, too...?" He trailed off on the end of the o sound, dragging it out far longer than the word needed to be.

| mood: SOS | mentions: Dorian | interactions: Callum | tags: Soap hery |

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