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

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

AFFLUENZA

Chase was going to fucking kill Javi.

He'd contemplated, at numerous points in the past few days, bailing on Javi and the fair altogether. He was confused about his feelings for the other boy - not that he had any. Well... okay, maybe like... a few feelings. But barely any. Regardless, they were enough to confuse him, and spending time with Javi was not going to make things better. But then was the dilemma of not wanting to spend time with him while also... wanting to spend time with him. Ugh.

By the time the fair rolled around, it was too late for Chase to cancel. Well, he technically still could, but it'd be kind of a dick move. And he was sure that Javi already thought he was a bitch, so there was no need to further confirm that. His parents were in the living room, getting drunk or high or at least wasted in some way and watching probably some kind of sports on TV. Chase was in his bedroom trying to figure out what to wear, and hating that he was even thinking about it so much. His outfits pretty much always consisted of his white undershirt, the same pants and converse, and the variety came in his overshirt or jacket. He was staring into his closet, irrationally angry, when the most annoying sound he'd ever heard rang out from outside the house.

Chase looked out his window and spotted Javi, definitely not a block away from his house. Swearing under his breath, he grabbed a green and black striped cardigan and pulled it on, then grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pocket. He snuck out of his room, and he was almost past the living room, reaching for the door handle when his father called out to him.

"Chase! Who the fuck is calling out to you?"

Chase winced, but didn't move from his spot. "Just this guy I know. The school has this fair thing on." Not technically a lie, except his parents thought it was a different school than Hollywood Arts.

"Sounds stupid," his father snorted, slurring his words. Chase grit his teeth and opened his mouth to say something back, when suddenly the door was being assaulted and Javi's voice came through, loud and clear.

His father was in the middle of a rather emphatic, "What the fuck", but before he could finish, Chase was yelling out a goodbye and wrenching the door open. As soon as he saw Javi, he glared daggers, pushing the other boy roughly away from his house as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you such a fucking asshole? I said one block down, Javi, one fucking block! 'Oh, yeah, I get that Chasey, no worries, I can do that'. Fucking bullshit!" He stormed past Javi and toward the car, wrapping his cardigan around himself and holding it closed at the centre of his chest. "I hate you so fucking much. Jesus Christ. Is there actually a brain in that dense fucking skull? Because I haven't seen any evidence of it so far. God. Fucking..." He reached the passenger side of the car, and as he pulled the door open, he glanced at Javi once more. "Call me Chasey one more fucking time tonight and I'm going to rip your eyes out from their fucking sockets and shove them up your ass. Douchebag." With a huff, he dropped himself into the passenger seat and pulled the door shut so hard that the car shook.

Chase

MOOD: about to cut a bitch

LOCATION: his place

OUTFIT: x

INTERACTIONS: hery

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[sunshineysoul]

MOOD: gratefully impatient

OUTFIT: very simple

LOCATION: mari and mor's place

basics

MENTIONS: mari n mor


INT: jasmyn Kio.exe

tags

TL;DR cole's glad to be back at HA

tl;dr

cole "cj"

to all the people that were mean; he just channeled your energy

cole was so glad to be back at HA. he loved going back to visit texas, more than going anywhere else. but right now? texas was exhausting. when he came home he was hit with some of the worst news he'd ever received. his mother had fallen incredibly ill, and no one bothered to tell him before he got there. his entire summer was filled with housing visiting family, dealing with business partners sending their condolences, and still dealing with the actual job of the ranch. cole, his sister, and their two cousins were running the show while their parents were helping his mom in the hospital. it was the reason cole was late coming back to school, he didn't want to leave.
however, his older cousins, allison and brian, promised cole that they had a handle on everything. the ranch, the ranch hands, even his sister, danielle. he had a crazy lose relationship with his cousins and sister, so it wasn't hard to trust them. he just felt bad that he was the only one not in texas helping out at the howard ranch. but he had to go back, he couldn't miss anymore school especially when the fall fair was coming up, one of his favorite school events.
when cole came back, he didn't tell a soul. he could't deal with people's pity or their offers for help. he needed distractions, and the best distractions came when no one was trying to distract. what he needed was his best friends, especially mari. he was glad to be back.

~~
"mari, are you ready yet?" cole was sitting in mor and mari's living room, waiting for the girls to be ready. he loved his girls so much. having met mari back in texas, they became best friends and moved from texas to hollywood due to their talents for singing and acting. it was only a matter of time before they each made more friends, and then befriended each other's friends.
being his protective self, cole had a small circle of people he would "go to bat for". aka, he would be willing to go to jail to protect them. and the top two on that list were mari and mor. he had grown closest to mor out of everyone else at HA, due to her being roommates with mari. mor was a sweetheart, even if she lashed out sometimes but hey, who didn't? he loved that he could get her to calm down and open up with his southern charm. he used it to his advantage more often than not, but mostly on mor. she loved it the most and he loved that she loved it.
"come on girls, we're gonna be late if you take to much longer pickin out outfits!" he yelled out to the apartment, his feet kicked up on the coffee table as he sat on the couch.

code by valen t.

 

[elaaraa]

MOOD: trying to play it cool

OUTFIT: fall fair ‘fit

LOCATION: fall fair

basics

MENTIONS:
Mariana ( jasmyn ), Morrigan ( Kio.exe ), C.J ( sunshineysoul )

INT:
n/a

tags

TL;DR Trying to keep cool, calm and collected.

tl;dr

Willow-Rose Robin

I'll never let you down
If you never let me down

Willow couldn’t even keep her eyes open. You would assume one with artistic abilities like her would find makeup really easy. It was like painting except the canvas was different. But Willow had never worn makeup in her life. The very notion of makeup was foreign to her - actively discouraged to wear it and ever the tomboy, Willow had lived her sixteen years of life makeup free. When the idea of a fair came up, she wasn’t really all to concerned with the motions of it. She would do what she usually does, go there sit on a few rides, win a few games and then simp for chicken nuggets. But her idea of the fair took a one hundred and eighty degree turn when she learned who was going to be there with her at the fair.

She remembered running to the nearest Sephora - only to be given dirty looks by employees who thought she was a little girl who had no idea what she was doing. To be fair, they were pretty much right. But their attitudes seemed to shift when she told them her budget. She remembered her face raw and red from swatches and wiping - shifting from one look to a different look. She was going to wear makeup but she needed to find something that was more... Willow.

So she settled. It was tinted moisturiser, blush, mascara and lipstick.

And after an entire night of watching YouTube makeup tutorials last minute, she felt like she was ready to wear makeup for the first time at the fair. It didn’t really look like the tutorials at first. Blush being far too intense to make her look like Marie Antoinette. Lipstick too bright against the muted tones she was wearing. But she thinks she found something that fit. A little bit of blush around the nose bridge and replacing her lipstick for tinted chapstick. It was much more her. Her clothes however, that was a different story. More girly than what she was used to. The button down was her style but the skirt left her feeling bare. Like there should be material there. She lightly grabbed the hem of her skirt to see if there was leeway to pull it any lower, cover her thighs a bit more. But the belt had it stuck in place.

She played with her hands as she looked around, waiting for everyone. One of the side effects of anticipation was arriving earlier than everyone else. Mariana, Morrigan, Kai, Cole... She was nervous to see them all. Mostly because she was scared that Morrigan, in all her endless truthfulness and confidence, would call her out in front of everyone. Loud giggles of “what are you wearing?” and “what have you done with your face?” She was silently praying that it wouldn’t come to that.

God she felt pathetic.

She quickly shot a text to Mariana, knowing that her a Morrigan lived together so they would probably be able to see the text together. She also knew that Cole was Mariana and Morrigan’s ride. A simple ‘where are you guys?’. She didn’t want to rush them or seem eager, but god was the feeling of being here before everyone and waiting awkward. She bit her lip before going back and forth on her heels. She tried a bit of breathing too. Something to calm herself down before.

She saw movement to her left, barely in her peripheral. She turned to the source fully - hook a duck! She smiled to herself, memories of the game flashing in glimpses of her childhood. Maybe one game without the the girls wouldn’t hurt. She skipped over to wear the game is before pulling out her wallet, searching for money for the game.

code by valen t.

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xxx minus the purse

basics

kai elaaraa
willow

mentions

cole sunshineysoul
mor Kio.exe

interactions

Mariana Mendes

mari ~ seventeen ~ junior ~ visuals; acting

From what Marianna had heard this festival was supposed to be a lot of fun. Full of games, fall activities and apparently all kinds of food trucks, which of course was the part she was looking most forward to. The fair was an annual event and yet Mariana had never been able to attend despite having been at Hollywood Arts since she was a freshman. In the previous years she had either been on a job or auditioning for a part and it had always prevented her from the chance of going. Being busy was a part of Mariana’s chosen career path but that didn’t mean she didn’t get sad when she had to miss out on time with her friends or if she had to cancel. That wasn’t the case this time though, this time she was excited because she was actually able to go.

What was even better was that she was getting to experience the event for the first time with her best friends and of course, Mari had been the one to suggest they do a big group thing because the more the merrier, right? “You know I’m never on time for anything. Been that way since we were kids,” she called out in response to Cole’s complaining. Once she was satisfied with the sweater she’d chosen, she slipped on some white converse and walked out of her room. “Okay, now I’m ready. Do they have one of those pumpkin patches? We can take cute pictures together and then pick out the perfect pumpkins to carve later!” she rambled as she plopped down on the couch to wait for Mor. They were supposed to be meeting Willow at the fair and then maybe some others like Kai and his friends.

Mari might’ve been looking forward to seeing Kai more that his friends. He was super fun to be around and their back and forth on Twitter had been something that Mari had begun to enjoy. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t sorta crushing on him. What? It was just a little crush and that was harmless. In all honesty, she wondered if he would really be able to win some of those stuffed toys from the games. Those things always seemed rigged to her but he had mentioned how good he was so she would definitely hold him to it. “Mor, come on! Willow is texting us and I think she’s already there waitin’ on us!” she called out before texting back that they were heading there now. Luckily the fair wasn’t too far their place so once they left they would be there in no time.

code by valen t.

 

[Winona]

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Jace

INTERACTIONS

Lucky ugh

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

gh0stwriter

Let's remember what Jace's itinerary had been for the fair.

Enter. Obtain funnel cake. Eat funnel cake. Leave.

Simple.

There was no room in his very busy itinerary for someone to come up and start talking to him -- nor was Jace's brain either to comprehend that this random guy was talking to him. So at first, Jace didn't look at him until the guy said his name, which cause Jace to turn his head to look at the guy and then he blinked once. Twice. Three times. Trying to comprehend how this seemingly random guy knew his name and trying to understand why he was talking to him.

"I-I don't... ahh..." his voice trailed off, his eyebrows creasing together.

All he wanted was funnel cake. However, nothing in life could be that simple, and he was interrupted in his ponderings... well, not ponderings, but his psyching himself up to get that funnel cake so he could be one step closer to home by some stranger he'd never met before. If Jace could rank his many, many fears in order, being approached by strangers was probably near the top. For example, what if this guy decided to stab him or something? Stranger danger and all that, alright?

"Y-you aren't... I don't ahh... w-who are you...?" he was unnecessarily stuttering as he looked at the guy next to him. "How do you... ahhh.... k-know my name?"

Hey, look, it was a fair question to ask of someone that approached him and started off the conversation with his freaking name and had now left Jace in an unnecessary state of panic.

"We uhh, we haven't m-met before..."

Unnecessary addition, Jace. Surely this guy knew they hadn't met before unless they had met before and Jace had somehow just totally forgotten, and now he looked like a total and absolute asshole.

Funnel cakes weren't worth this stress.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[hery]

MOOD: wot now

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: the fair

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
open

tags

TL;DR nope

tl;dr

Callum Richards

Callum was miserable. An excessively emo sentiment, but a common one for him nonetheless. He sat on the couch, staring forward at the wall. He hadn't slept all night, again, and was severely lacking the energy and motivation to do anything but sit still in a thoughtless trance. He found it difficult to be lost in thought, even in his bouts of temporary stasis. Head empty... no thoughts.

Callum would have been unstoppable had he discovered the power of coffee, since he was perpetually drowsy, if that wasn't already obvious. He didn't deprive himself of the opportunity to relieve himself of this lethargy out of some bizarre masochism. No, coffee just tasted kinda bad. That's all. And if Cal wasn't tired, he'd lose the ability to blame his constant pessimism and moodiness on a lack of sleep. That didn't stop Oates from seeing past it, after all.

Okay, so Cal was still hung up on his ex-boyfriend. Who could blame him? Two years down the toilet and he was being called out for being in a shitty mood when it was still fresh. A week fresh, to be specific. He didn't regret saying what he did to Ash over Twitter DMs. It had become painfully obvious that she was done humoring him now that she had her whole posse of friends. They weren't all new, sure, but if Cal compared the frequency of his hangouts with Ash a year ago to the current day, one could really conceptualize the stark difference between their interactions.

Ash's friends could get as pissy as they wanted, but Callum was right. The girl was selfish and, quite frankly, fake. She was popular now and she had better things to do. Callum wasn't worth her time. He never was, between Oates and his parents before they were incarcerated. Actually, not even while they were incarcerated. He'd received a letter or two from them years ago, but after being in the custody of his grandparents for years, he wasn't worth being in their lives anymore.

Callum was being angsty in the public Twitter. Of course he was aware of it, but it didn't hurt any less when everyone came for him after a few comments which were slightly inflammatory at most. He was "boring" now, worth no one's time. Been there done that. He wouldn't take it lying down. And while defending himself, he'd found another like-minded individual on Twitter. Interestingly enough, said individual was Jace, Ash's own disgruntled older brother.

Defending himself also meant making even more efforts to ask Rome to get a hold of Oates. The few days he did attend school in the week, Oat had been successful in avoiding him. This couldn't end so easily. Callum was deserving of closure and if he had to look like a spiteful asshole to defend his negative demeanor then so be it.

The weary boy resolved to attend the fair, partially out of a likely futile hope to run into Oates, but mostly to look like he was doing fine. Normal Cal would have avoided social events like this like the plague, quite often to his ex-boyfriend's irritation, but he'd bear it just this once. He didn't need Ash. Or Oates. Even if everyone in his life abandoned him, he'd go to this fucking fair and he'd look like he was having the time of his life. And he wouldn't look boring. Or like a loner.

Callum got into his car and drove down to the fair. He actually enjoyed waiting in the lengthy line for tickets, since he got to stand still and stare off into space without any need for social interaction. And it looked normal; everyone else was doing the same thing.

Then, the hard part came. After Cal finally purchased his ticket, he headed into the fairgrounds, walking around aimlessly for a good fifteen minutes until he stopped himself. This was going nowhere. What now?

code by valen t.

 

[toucant]

Elliot

so pull me closer, and kiss me hard. i'm going to pop your bubblegum heart

location: his flat/designing studio
outfit: here
❛ interaction: seb❜
❛ mentions: chas❜
chas outfit: idk
seb outfit: here

There were only so many things that Ellie couldn’t tolerate. One was an unpressed hem, the other was Seb. Seb didn’t necessarily deserve the hatred that Ellie fostered, but Seb was asking for it. He just miraculously swept up the very boy that was the apple of Ellie’s eye for the last year. The things that Elliot could have done in the year that he wasted dangling his affection like a toy to a blind dog. He could have released a whole clothing line for his sister, adopted that ferret he played with every time he went into the pet store, maybe turned his cheek and sought for other boys that fancied him. But, no, he eyes were only trained on the jackass who hired him as a stylist because his own sense of fashion was simply too horrifying for poor Ellie. If it weren’t for his help, Chas would look like a piece of stinky shit next crown jewels. What did Ellie get in return for his generosity? A slap in the face in the form of a leaked video of Chas and fucking Seb snogging. From Nate, of all people.

Now, Ellie did not dislike Nate. In fact, if Seb simply did not exist, the affectionately named Bitch Manor would have been happy with the golden trio. Ellie, Chas, and Nate. However, Ellie was always far closer with Chas than he was with the other boy. One wouldn’t think the second best friend would key him into vital information before the first best friend, no? Information that would change the whole damn dynamic of the Manor. Chas brought in a whole unhazed newbie, an idiot that didn’t even have to pass the Elliot test. The audacity of that man. Funny how it was always that Chas could do whatever the hell he wanted while Ellie was the lovesick puppy heeding the commands of it’s owner.

And despite Ellie’s fury of being considered the lovesick puppy, there he was. Being lovesick, following the every beck and call of his master, a puppy. The night of the fair was upon them, an event that Ellie and Chas had been planning for weeks prior to the date. Before Seb was even in the picture. The outfit he was now tailoring to Seb was the one that was supposed to be on his body, the one that was supposed to hug his shoulders and torso like a fucking glove. The one that was now being a bitch for him on the body of a stranger. Seb was just too damn gigantic for his own good. Was this really Ellie’s replacement? A man who looked like a 200 ton giraffe with a gorilla’s head and hands? It was a pity that the colors of the jacket fit Ellie far better than it did Seb. And that the trousers curved his ass like a gentle hand cupping instead of bagging at those flat cheeks.

Chas was busy fucking himself in the mirror over the outfit that Ellie had custom designed for him. A cream sweater tucked into blueish tailored slacks, a white collared shirt underneath with crosshatched embroidery on the neck. Hand-fucking-embroidered because the sewing machine was being an ass on the night before. Doc Marten oxfords from Ellie’s own closet, simply because Chas didn’t have white leather slippers. Ellie, fitted in a grey sweatsuit, sat on his heels next to Seb, pinning a baggy seam tighter around Seb’s chicken legs. In a misdirected, mildly frustrated movement of his hand, a pin stuck itself into the flesh of his fingers.


“God, fucking dammit. Of course. Fuck.” He mumbled, grimacing as he tugged the sliver of silver out in the direction it came in. Sitting up, nursing his hand in the crook of his chest, he examined the damage done to his money-makers. The pin was painted halfway with a dark sanguine film, the same color that stained his dark skin like a glue-gun squirt gone south. His sweatshirt pocket rattled lightly, his eyes absently watching the blood slide down this hand. The pain didn’t register thanks to the same multicolored, chalky tablets that now occupied his pocket. But it clicked, eventually, when the blood had passed his wrist and dripped his other hand, which was currently clutching it. The pin had impaled him far deeper than he had thought. Jesus, his nerves must have been really shot, for he didn’t feel it until it was way in too deep. “Sorry, Seb, did I hurt you?” Puppy pleasing his master, puppy pleasing his master’s new bitch.

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[ditto]

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... michael reid ...

MOOD

fuck it. doing not great. that what you wanted? him to admit it?

LOCATION

fairgrounds; right inside the gate

TAGS

ronnie hery

Michael didn’t realize how far in over his head was until he heard Ronnie’s compliment to him, and when she’d spoken, he’d immediately sent another prayer up:

Yeah, God…ya know, a shot to the temple would be a really, really convenient thing to happen right now.

Amen.

Now please fucking strike me down.

End my suffering.

As soon as they’d gotten inside of the gate, the whiny little bitch tugged on his sleeve as she always did— same amount of force, same weird smile that she surely thought was cute. His plan to get her to like him again back on Monday had apparently worked too well. Things were back to the same—

Or hell, maybe she was even more intense.

“Candy apples?” he repeated. Of course she wanted him to already spend his hard-earned money. “Isn’t it a little bit early?” He grinned at her. “Ya know, they say that those things go straight to your ass.” His eyes shifted down, and he chuckled softly. “Wouldn’t mind that…,” he teased.

There wasn’t anything there; he felt gross having said what he just had.

Was he going to be arrested for acting like he thought of Ronnie as a sexual thing? He felt like he was going to be arrested. He really should be. If anyone looked at that tiny, child-minded, innocent girly tyke and thought ”bet that that’d be some good pussy”, they deserved to be placed in prison.

What the hell did that say about him, for acting like he did?

“C’mon,” he said, ushering her to the stand.

The moments that he spoke with the vendor, he relished. It was a short-lived break, but fuck it, it was a break nonetheless.

Talking to anyone besides the board-breasted ginger mistake was a blessing; a small taste of heaven.

It was over too soon. His hand took the candy apple from the vendor, grinning at Ronnie, and he handed it to her, making sure that his hand brushed hers. The more that she was flustered, the less he had to hear her talk, and the less he had to hear her talk, the fucking better.

“Here,” he said. “My treat.”

Really, his treat. He’d spend his hard-earned money on that small thing. She’d better enjoy it.

Be glad I feel fucking sorry for you, simp.

Whatever. Whatever. Whatever. The money would be well worth it if it shut the thing up.

He moved her to a seat. “Have a seat, huh? We can take our time. Nowhere to be, no places to go— this fair is your oyster, babe.”

Babe. She really was a babe, and not in the hot way— in the literal babe way.

Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck. This.

He felt sick with himself. What in the hell was he doing? He was entertaining a child’s dumb fantasies— he was playing into her delusion.

But he couldn’t stop. Then he’d have that fucking pain in his neck again.

Why did he have to be such a good guy? Why couldn’t he dedicate himself to just being an asshole?

What the actual hell?

Fuck.

He patted his lap jokingly, nauseated behind his grin, and then patted beside him seriously. “Start the night off right with something sweet— and we might end it even sweeter.” He smirked, winking.

No, we fucking won’t, bitch.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[ditto]

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... lindsay kay ...

MOOD

nervouuuus? lmao, nah.

LOCATION

fairgrounds; the meeting spot

TAGS

ash Winona (charlie, evie, and nate mentioned)

Lin’s grin resumed on his face as soon as Ash caved, and he laughed excitedly, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. “Aaaaash, come on. Junior? Loves doing bets and dares for some reason? That’s so fuckin’ vagueeee…”

Despite his complaining, he laughed. He could literally only think of Charlie. How fucking weird would that be? A date with Charlie? Pfft. “You’re so mean…another hint, another hint!”

His eyes trailed from Ash to the rides in the distance. “I’m so fuckin’ hype. You hype? I’m hype.” He laughed, bounding on his feet. He put two fingers to his temple, closing his eyes as if seeing something. “Hmm…Kay the Kryptic seeessss….true love by the end of the night.” He opened his eyes, and he prodded Ash with an elbow. “You’re gonna love your date, too— like, if you two aren’t making out beneath the fireworks or having sex in a Porta-Potty while that clown music plays in the background and kids piss their pants outside the door waiting, I’mma be stunned.”

He laughed again, then took a pause.

He felt a little bit of fluttering at his throat, and a laugh bubbled out of him.

This one was nervous, and it sounded like a goat. Ah-ah-ah— like that. All backwards and weird and surprising.

And he looked down at his hands.

“I’m shaking,” he laughed, his voice trembling, and he looked over at Ash. “Look, look, I’m shaking.” He laughed again. “I…”

Was he nervous?

“Hey, Ashyyy,” Lin asked, pushing himself off of the fountain to stand in front of Ash. Behind his grin, his eyes read mild panic. “Do you remember the steps to the good date that Amy and Evie and Charlie gave me? ‘Cuz my notes are…like, push her up against a wall and fuckin’ don’t eat worms.” He bounced on his heel. “Not too much help. Uhh…was it, like, buy her food? And then win her some prizes? And then don’t piss her off? And then when you make out, don’t stick your tongue out and lick the mouth— wait, that was the advice that I got that other time. I know how to kiss, I know how to kiss…”

He paused a moment, then waved his hand dismissively.

Eh.

“Juuuust forget it, luhmao,” he said, going to stand beside her, leaning against the fountain once more. “I’m hype. Not nervous. I’m fuckin’ great.”

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[ditto]

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... nickie abrams ...

MOOD

to quote herself: bitching with her bitch

LOCATION

fairgrounds; parking lot

TAGS

adriane Winona (seb, rome mentioned LowkeyLovingLoki )

“Ready?”

Nickie looked up, and a smile spread across her face as Adriane brushed past her towards the gates. Theeere she was— right on time. “Ready,” she answered, falling in step with her.

"So, Chas—“

Her smile faltered when she heard about Chas, but she still held it together. A picture frame that she’d just duct taped to the wall of the room of her psyche threatened to fall off again, and she held it on there, praying that it didn’t give way and crush her again.

Even if her throat felt dry and she was tempted to tell Adriane to shut up, she could deal with this. She had to. She’d cried enough; she could deal with just hearing and talking about him.

“—asked me to go on a coffee gathering with him and Seb so he can prove to Seb that all of his friends aren't scary."

“Uh huh,” Nickie gave, looking at her feet as she walked and nodding. Her voice was weaker than she’d hoped.

"I don't even know what Chas sees him. Seb is so... plain. Boring. He puts me to sleep every time he opens his mouth."

“So plain…he has the personality of a soft-shelled taco,” she said, the bitterness in her voice stronger than she’d hoped it’d be. “Chas can do so much better than his flabby personality. If being hot is the only qualification for making out material, then he might—“

She cut herself off. She didn’t even know where she was going with the sentence— well, she did, but she wanted to ignore the rest of what she’d thought— and, besides, they’d arrived at the ticket gate.

She paid her way in quickly and easily, giving a half-hearted smile to the cashier as she followed Adriane in.

“Why’d I tell everyone about Rome and the pedo?” Nickie echoed, brushing a hair from her face, glad that the subject had changed. “Ugh, I don’t know. I found it out and it was like what the fuck. Next thing I knew, I was typing out the thing on my phone.” She rolled her eyes. “I know, dumb, dumb, dumb.”

She walked with Adriane, eyes studying the attractions before walking down the lane of food vendors to look for an empty table. “I don’t know why I’d blackmail him, either. He can’t keep his damn trap shut, so I don’t think that blackmail even work on him.” She sighed softly, seating herself at a table beside a pretzel vendor.

“I am small Russian boy-child who not follow instructions, hold up cheer, take dick from forty-year-old man, turn friends against girl who say something.” She did her best Rome impression, and then rolled her eyes.

She tapped at the table. “I don’t get what the big fuss was about. The world should’ve known, anyway— a hairy old guy is sticking his dick in a small child. That’s something to talk about. I don’t know why everyone came for my throat. I mean, I didn’t do anything wrong— just said what happened, what I saw.” She rolled her eyes again. “Guess that people like to make enemies of people who know more than they do…” She scoffed bitchily.

Was she doing a good job of gossiping? She hoped so.

In her head, she was apologizing.

Sorry, Rome. Sorry, Seb. It’s a worthy cause— likeability.

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

HAND OVER HAND

God, why couldn't Seb have just said no to Chas?

Going to the fair with Chas? Amazing. Awesome. Sounded like a great idea. Getting personally styled by someone he didn't even know? Absolutely awful. Worst idea Chas had ever had. But of course, of course Seb had agreed to it because he wanted to make Chas happy. Because he thought that them spending time together in any capacity was something he'd enjoy. Obviously, he hadn't thought it through enough, because this was awful. The moment he met Elliot - or Ellie - Seb immediately got the feeling that he wasn't liked.

He was Chas' friend, so Seb had been pretty nervous, because of course he wanted to make a good impression. But it felt like he hadn't even had a chance before Ellie had made his decision. And then Seb had to stand so awkwardly, while Ellie just... crouched at his feet and figured out his outfit. And in all honesty, Seb did not hate the outfit. It was really nice, actually, but so not Seb. And having someone literally dress you while you just stood there like an idiot was also very not Seb. Chas seemed perfectly at home, but that honestly didn't surprise Seb.

He looked down instinctively as Ellie swore, eyes widening at the blood running down his palm. "Oh, shit." He took a step back and turned to face Ellie, leaning down a bit. "No, oh my god, I'm fine. Jesus, can I help?" He asked, subconsciously reaching out for Ellie's hand, trying to help in any way he could.

Sebastian

MOOD: uncomfy as hell

LOCATION: elliot's flat

OUTFIT: thx tou

INTERACTIONS: hery toucant

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[hery]

MOOD: fake ass ho

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: fairground entrance

basics

MENTIONS:
too much work

INT:
LowkeyLovingLoki (Seb)
toucant (Ellie)
geminiy (Charlie)

tags

TL;DR no

tl;dr

Chas Marino

"Oh, you've done it again, Ellie," Chas muttered, biting his lip and checking himself out in the mirror. He crossed his arms, admired his side profile, and struck a few poses. There was no denying how talented Elliot was in terms of tailoring and fashion. He was truly a worthy investment for Chas, who of course had enough fashion sense to dress just as well as the photographer could come up with, but he had better things to do than go around finding and modifying his own clothing. In fact, the only fashion items Chas sought out himself these days were brands.

"Are you two playing nice?" the somewhat short Italian teased, his smug grin contrasting with the fond eyes that flicked from Ellie to Seb. The two seemed to be hitting it off great; Seb was being his shy, soft-spoken self and Ellie was working diligently, peppering in the odd sarcastic comment from time to time.

Cancelling on Ellie for the night of the fair just short of a week in advance wasn't his proudest moment, but it was worth flaking on one of his closest friends for Seb. After their unflattering debut as a couple on Homecoming night, the two deserved a second chance at impressing everyone with their perfect relationship. And what better way to impress than to dress? Chas got no indication of hard feelings from Ellie, considering the guy was rather easygoing and always accommodated to his situations. Coupled with the fact that Ellie was still making money in this, Chas didn't see much of a problem.

He looked down at the Doc Martens Ellie had lent him as a crucial piece to his outfit, twisting his feet and mentally enthusing about how perfectly they complemented the rest of the ensemble. To say they were uncomfortable was an understatement, but for the sake of looking his best, Chas wouldn't bitch and moan about his aching feet too much. At least not until they were all in the car together.

Chas started at the sound of Ellie cursing, immediately turning his attention to the boy holding his own hand. He appeared more irritated than pained, despite the unrestrained trail of blood trickling down his hand. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the rarity of mistakes like this coming from his own fashion designer. How cute... He must be nervous trying to impress Seb for me. After all, I'm basically his boss.

He rolled his eyes and returned to gazing at his reflection until Ellie had finally gotten cleaned up, too preoccupied with himself to lend a hand with Ellie's hand or Seb's awkwardness. "Alright boys, ready to show up all these classless amateurs?" With that, he stuffed his phone and LV wallet into his pockets and swung open the door leading out of Ellie's apartment, heading out without looking back to check if the two boys were prepared to leave.

Chas waited as patiently as he could for his stylist/friend, as well as for his newly-declared boyfriend after he entered the car. As soon as they made it in, he wasted no time taking off out of the parking lot. He took them through the car wash first, making sure the vehicle looked brand new while they pulled up into the parking lot outside the fairgrounds. The rich boy disappointingly ended up parking in the back of the lot thanks to Chas' late arrival to Ellie's house with Seb. The entrance was just as crowded, the long line threatening to incite an entitled outburst from Chas.

Once the three were inside, Chas instantly caught sight of Charlie approaching them. He quickly bid Ellie a farewell and walked up to meet with Charlie. He glowered at the girl standing in front of him, silently berating her for having the audacity to so much as make eye contact with him after what she'd done to him last Friday. "Well? What is it?" Once he opened his mouth, Charlie and Seb could get a brief glimpse at the missing front tooth he'd refused to have fixed over the week, although even without seeing it his lisp was fairly pronounced.

Chas wouldn't give the sanctimonious gnat the satisfaction of knowing the gap in his mouth bothered him enough to have it replaced. As easily as he could afford it and as quickly as he could get the procedure done, Chas refused. He'd wear this battle scar with pride. It surely had nothing to do with how ashamed he was to admit the embarrassing defeat he'd suffered just last week. No, he'd just avoid seeing his parents and siblings until the time was right. Chas shuddered imagining the ruthless wisecracks he'd face from his nonna specifically.

He listened intently to the rest of Charlie's words, his eyes fixed on the girl's face with a strong urge to relieve her of one or two of her own teeth. Chas didn't play by the rules of "eye for an eye," instead opting for an "eye for two eyes and a leg" philosophy. This level of retribution would mean delaying Chas of the gratification of making her pay immediately. No, he would reciprocate the pain and humiliation she caused him in time. For now, this could be an opportunity. A chance to get Charlie off his back while he dealt with the twelve other shitstorms raging around him and, in his spare time, plot something much more comprehensive than the barbarism Charlie resorted to when she was upset. To recite another platitude, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Chas gave the apologetic girl a pitiful look, sighing softly and looking to the side as though he was processing his response. He concealed how surprised he was to find Charlie putting up the white flag so soon into their feud, although he supposed it was typical of her self-righteous kind to admit defeat after already proving their point. Charlie already got what she wanted; Chas looked like an idiot and everyone was on her side. Of course apologizing and claiming a false desire to make things right only makes her look more in the right. He already knew exactly what he wanted to say, but he'd have to appear conflicted in order to deliver a believable performance. Hey, if you're gonna be a renowned screenwriter, you've got to at least have some familiarity with acting technique.

"I don't really like you and you're lucky I'm not having you pay for my inevitable medical expenses, but..." Chas began, creasing his lips and bobbing his head left and right as though he was weighing his options, "You're not the one that leaked my shit to the entire internet. I should have gone easier on you. So... consider yourself forgiven." He looked up to Seb to get his reaction, then back at Charlie. He extended his hand for a handshake of truce. That's what people do when they forgive each other, right? Chas was new to the whole reconciling and nearly apologizing thing.

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[Winona]

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Ava

INTERACTIONS

JJ

MENTIONS

Jordan, Gen

TAGS

@Soap

She let out a loud, exaggerated groan, but finally gave up fighting JJ and let her hands fall to her sides with a roll of her eyes. Ava knew that there was no fighting with Jules, so she just let her fix her the stupid jacket -- even if it made her feel like a little kid. Like back when she was young, and her mother would do the exact same thing to her.

Ava let her gaze wander around the fair -- more as a way for her to stare daggers at anyone that might glance in her direction, but also to get a feel for what was offered for festivities. There was amazing food, rides, competitive games... honestly, she felt like a little kid in a candy store. Ava's personality was made up of three main things, after all, and those three main things were here.

Too bad there weren't any rollercoasters or something. Ava freaking loved rollercoasters. The rush of adrenaline, the pounding in her heart and anticipation as you reached the peak, and then went down... It made her feel alive.

However, she'd have to settle for Ferris wheels and teacups.

And then... JJ said the one name that Ava didn't want to hear on this day, and her gaze snapped back to the petite brunette. Although her heart cracked at the mention of Jordan, Ava didn't let that show on her face. She had perfected the art of resting bitch face, and that resting bitch face stayed on as she let the words sink in. Of course fucking Jordan was going to be there. Was it really too much for Ava to want one night with her best friend without others intruding?

Maybe that was a bit selfish, but hey, Jules knew how Ava was, right? She knew that Ava didn't exactly... mesh well with the majority of their classmates, and surely she knew that Ava definitely didn't mesh with Jordan and most of his crew. Well, except Gen. Ava actually enjoyed Gen's company to a degree. A hot girl that spoke what was on her mind and could tear people down and leave them speechless in a matter of seconds? Sign Ava up. A woman after her own heart.

Apparently... Ava had a type.

And no, she didn't actually have a crush on Gen or whatever. And no, it wasn't one of those denial things. Ava legitimately didn't like Gen like that, because her pining happened to be focused on a different hot girl who spoke what was on her mind and could tear people down and leave them speechless in a matter of seconds.

"Are they gonna hangout with us?" Ava asked, her tone cold as she spoke. "I wouldn't have come if I knew I was just going to be third-wheeling with you and your boy toy of the week." Her words were blatant, blunt, and not entirely true. Like, it had been longer than a week, but other than that... it was totally true.

Jordan didn't care about JJ, and it felt like Ava was the only one smart enough to figure that out. He was just using her for her body, for clout, like every other guy did.

And who would be left to pick up the pieces after Jordan left her broken and sobbing on the ground?

That's right. One Ava Sanders.

"I guess at least Gen will be there -- makes it a little less awkward..." Ava grumbled and then narrowed her eyes at JJ. "But if you guys get all PDA-y, I will vomit. Why are you even wasting your time on this guy, anyway? He's not interested in dating you -- he just wants someone to keep him company in bed. If he cared, he would've asked you out by now."

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[Winona]

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Ash

INTERACTIONS

Lin

MENTIONS

Charlie

TAGS

ditto

As surprising as it may have been, somehow Lin's promise of you'll totally be having sex in a Porta-Potty didn't exactly serve to quell the anxious fire in her stomach. If anything, it was like throwing a whole gas can onto it and now, Ash felt even more panicked than before. But also kind of grossed out because ewww, who had sex in Porta-Pottys?

She wrapped her arms tighter around her stomach, as if applying that pressure would stop the nerves that were making her stomach churn and leaving her light-headed again. Her fingers played with the edges of her jacket and Ash decided that if she hadn't forgotten to eat throughout the day -- other than, like, the apple she had for breakfast -- she definitely would've been throwing up in the fountain.

Her teeth started to chew at her bottom lip. Where was Charlie? Because the longer this went on, and the longer she was forced to stand here and talk with Lin, the more and more nervous she got and the more she considered just walking away. Hey! Ash could probably just pin a note to Lin's shirt that said "Hi Charlie, this is your date. Make sure you don't let him around hairspray and have fun!" and then she could just depart and she would've held up her end of the agreement.

Ash was an idiot, really. She didn't even need to get in on this blind date, but last weekend at Homecoming -- the day that Charlie and Lin had first asked her for help in finding their dates since apparently Ash knew more people -- she had been feeling... like... risky? No, no, that wasn't it. Spontaneous? No. Like...

Ready, maybe. Like, ready to try and start dating again after the catastrophe that was her breakup with Nico. To be fair, it was crazy that Ash hadn't started dating before now. She'd been broken up with Nico for two whole months and Ash didn't exactly do single well. Jace was always putting her down for it.

Lin's nervous talking at least distracted her from the train of thoughts that tormented her head. Ash wished that she could just flip a switch and her brain would stop overthinking things, stop dragging her back, stop going with a million what ifs and whys that constantly plagued her.

A soft smile grew on Ash's face and she crossed the short distance over to him and leaned against the fountain next to him. "Hey, forget what we told you, alright?" She said and elbowed Lin in the side with a playful grin. "C'mon, you're like a total catch, right? Trust me -- this girl is not like most girls and although I don't think she'll eat worms with you, she won't like... get disgusted and leave or something. She's totally cool. I basically found Kim Possible but in, like, human form instead of a cartoon."

Ash's grin only widened and she couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "It's alright to be nervous, but don't worry. As soon as you see who I picked, all those nerves will just fade away and you'll be like... super stoked and you'll be the one making out under the fireworks or having sex in a Porta-Potty." Ash hesitated. "Well, probably neither of those. You'll probably be, like, screaming at each other over the little water shooty game because you called for a rematch because you're a sore loser."

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[Kio.exe]

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... Morrigan Raine ...

MOOD

Anxious

LOCATION

House

TAGS

jasmyn sunshineysoul

OUTFIT

Xoxo

Mor didn’t want to go to the fair. Well she did, but not with the people they were supposed to be hanging out with. She didn’t know them, and yet they were friends with her friends, and for some reason that made her uncomfortable. Cole and Mariana were currently in the living room, waiting for Morrigan to finish getting ready. Little did they know that she hadn’t even started the process, and instead was sitting on her bed in pjs, head in her hands. Koda sat at her feet, the puppy looking at her expectantly.

“Oh go away,” she grumbled, glaring down at him. “My ass still hurts and it’s your fault,” she added, rubbing the sore spot from where she had fallen. She had to get ready, and yet she was rooted to her spot, her heart a leaden ball in her chest. Mari knocked on her door, urging her to hurry up, and Mor sighed, not bothering to respond.

Heaving herself up and to her closet took more effort than she cared to admit, but she did it—albeit begrudgingly—and began the process of searching for an acceptable outfit. It took less time than she thought, much to Mor’s surprise, and she settled on multicoloured jeans and a dark blue crew neck. Her hair hung down her back, and she didn’t wear makeup, so she was ready. Or as ready as she could be, given the circumstances. She took a minute to study herself in the mirror. She looked good. Really good, and she didn’t know why that bothered her so much. Why everything bothered her so much lately.

Before turning away from her reflection, she practiced smiling in the mirror until she convinced even herself that it was real. Even if it didn’t reach her eyes. She wouldn’t ruin everyone’s fun because she was feeling off. Mor grabbed her bag from where it hung by the door, and stepped out of her bedroom. Koda rushed past her, towards where Mari and Cole sat.

“I...are you ready? Sorry I took so long,” she began, trying out one of her smiles on them. “Mari, you look lovely as usual, lass. Cole, lad, you’re looking cute enough to make me swoon without the southern charm. I’m proud,” she added, shifting on her feet. Her hands gripped the strap to her bag like it was a lifeline, and she cursed herself for being so openly awkward. She relaxed her hands, placing them by her side, in the most casual look she could come up with on the spot. “Whose car are we taking anyways?”

Interactions: jasmyn sunshineysoul

 

[fin]

jordan

MOOD: meh.
LOCATION: fall fair.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: juliette @Soap, gen geminiy , kai elaaraa .

At long last, the day of the fair had arrived.

While they had pretty shitty winters in Cali, nothing quite topped the autumn weather. The heat of the L.A. summers beat you mercilessly, the winter called for gloomy rainy days, and spring was when the worms decided to creep out. But when autumn presented itself, so did cool weather, clear skies, and golden-brown leaves that floated onto the ground.

The fair grounds were as perfect as Jordan could remember. It only changed ever so slightly over the years, and so everything about it brought back nostalgia from his freshman year up until now. The past memories flashed through his mind continued forwards through the grounds, leaves crushing beneath the soles of his shoes. The time he, Gen, and Eli, had got up onto the ferris wheel his freshman year. The other instance where Kordei had dared him to get the number of an L.A. County girl (with her boyfriend at her side. It didn't end well). Or that awkward kiss he'd shared with Adriane during the nightly fireworks.

The point was, tonight was where memories, and souvenirs were made. Except that with the events of last week, Jordan was feeling a little out of it. Okay maybe not a little. He was a lot out of it, and he furrowed his brows trying to decipher how Kai could tell.

"Dude. I told you I'm okay." Jordan let out a fake laugh, and wrapped his hand around the waffle cone. A mixture of chocolate and vanilla ice cream sat inside of the cone, dark brown caramel glaze dripped down the side, all topped off by bright rainbow sprinkles. His favourite. Kai was just trying to make him feel better which kinda stung to be honest. "I thought I was doing a better job of hiding how shitty the fair's gonna be this year," Jordan scolded himself.

He reclined further onto the dark metal bench. His eyes fell shut in admiration of the sugary taste of the ice cream. Jordan couldn't help but smile through his shut eyes.

"Well don't feel so nice yet. You haven't even won me a stuffed teddy bear yet." He smiled up at Kai, and patted the spot on the bench to his side. Jordan wasn't good at holding his liquor, quite literally and figuratively. From Eli, to his roommates, to Amy, he'd poured out his feelings about the whole Gen and JJ situation. But right now, he knew just how much fun the fair was for everybody-- and how fun it'd been for him years before.

"When the others get here don't tell anyone that anything's wrong, okay? I'm still me. Even when I'm in a mood, I'm the most fun here."

And as quickly as he'd said that, Jordan stuck his pinkie into his mouth, and shoved the saliva-soaked finger into Kai's ear. "See!" He grinned wildly at Kai's disgusted reaction.

code by low fidelity.

Spoiler: Mobile Friendly XoXo

At long last, the day of the fair had arrived.

While they had pretty shitty winters in Cali, nothing quite topped the autumn weather. The heat of the L.A. summers beat you mercilessly, the winter called for gloomy rainy days, and spring was when the worms decided to creep out. But when autumn presented itself, so did cool weather, clear skies, and golden-brown leaves that floated onto the ground.

The fair grounds were as perfect as Jordan could remember. It only changed ever so slightly over the years, and so everything about it brought back nostalgia from his freshman year up until now. The past memories flashed through his mind continued forwards through the grounds, leaves crushing beneath the soles of his shoes. The time he, Gen, and Eli, had got up onto the ferris wheel his freshman year. The other instance where Kordei had dared him to get the number of an L.A. County girl (with her boyfriend at her side. It didn't end well). Or that awkward kiss he'd shared with Adriane during the nightly fireworks.

The point was, tonight was where memories, and souvenirs were made. Except that with the events of last week, Jordan was feeling a little out of it. Okay maybe not a little. He was a lot out of it, and he furrowed his brows trying to decipher how Kai could tell.

"Dude. I told you I'm okay." Jordan let out a fake laugh, and wrapped his hand around the waffle cone. A mixture of chocolate and vanilla ice cream sat inside of the cone, dark brown caramel glaze dripped down the side, all topped off by bright rainbow sprinkles. His favourite. Kai was just trying to make him feel better which kinda stung to be honest. "I thought I was doing a better job of hiding how shitty the fair's gonna be this year," Jordan scolded himself.

He reclined further onto the dark metal bench. His eyes fell shut in admiration of the sugary taste of the ice cream. Jordan couldn't help but smile through his shut eyes.

"Well don't feel so nice yet. You haven't even won me a stuffed teddy bear yet." He smiled up at Kai, and patted the spot on the bench to his side. Jordan wasn't good at holding his liquor, quite literally and figuratively. From Eli, to his roommates, to Amy, he'd poured out his feelings about the whole Gen and JJ situation. But right now, he knew just how much fun the fair was for everybody-- and how fun it'd been for him years before.

"When the others get here don't tell anyone that anything's wrong, okay? I'm still me. Even when I'm in a mood, I'm the most fun here."

And as quickly as he'd said that, Jordan stuck his pinkie into his mouth, and shoved the saliva-soaked finger into Kai's ear. "See!" He grinned wildly at Kai's disgusted reaction.

 

[Kio.exe]

Kane Blackmore

It’s really cold and I’m lonely.

Kane:
Shouts heard from outside startled Kane from his slumber, and as he heard the sound of screeching tires pulling away from his house, he sat up in bed. Frowning at the empty side of the bed where Kane insisted Javi stay the past few nights, he sighed. It was almost time for the fair, but the nap had been worth it. He had assumed—unfairly—that he and Javi would go to the fair together, but it seemed his new roommate had other plans. Kane didn’t know why that made him sad.

Maybe Kai would hang out with him. Kane certainly didn’t want to be alone, and Gus hated him, so that option was out of the question. He didn’t quite know if Gen would want to hang out with him after the fiasco that had occurred on Monday, so he wouldn’t bother her either. Even if he had apologized profusely the next day. So Kai. If his friend didn’t have plans already. As much as Kane hated to admit it, he wanted someone to go on rides with him and hold his hand and pick out a pumpkin with him, even if it was platonic. Okay so maybe he didn’t hate to admit it but that was besides the point.

Kane reached across the bed to where his phone was plugged in, grabbing it off the charger and almost knocking over a cup of what he hoped was water but was probably vodka that was on his nightstand. He typed out a quick message to Kai before climbing out of his mess of blankets and pillows he called a bed. Hey Kai, babe. Do you have any plans for the fair? Cuz I don’t so if you wanted to come with me that would be cool!

Now to find an acceptable outfit. What was he supposed to wear to a fair? Usually Will picked out his outfits for him, and Javi suggested he go naked. Obviously neither choice was an option right now, so Kane threw open the doors to his closet and began the process of finding something that he hoped would be acceptable. His search was fruitless and he soon grew bored, so he grabbed a random pair of pants and a green crew neck sweater. He threw them on quickly, not bothering to look in the mirror before heading downstairs and grabbing his keys. If Kai wanted to hang out with him he'd have to meet him at the fair.

The drive there was fairly short, and as he pulled in, people were milling about everywhere. Neon lights glowed, jovial music played and the tantalizing aroma of fried goods permeated the crisp autumn air. He should have brought a jacket. It was cold. Kane stepped out of the car and headed towards the entrance of the fair grounds, scanning the parking lot for anyone he knew. There was no one, but he was also late. Surely he’d see more people inside the fair itself.

After paying the admittance fee, Kane looked around in wonder. There was something truly magical about days like this. Even if his hands were cold. And even if he did see Kai with Jordan Harris. Well that answered his question on if Kai had plans. Kane wouldn’t crash his friend’s plans.

Interactions/Mentions: geminiy (gen) elaaraa (kai) fin (Jordan) hery (javi) sunshineysoul (gus) Mood: cold n lonely Outfit: Here

 

[elaaraa]

MOOD: a mixed marble bag of emotions

OUTFIT: kai's fall fair 'fit

LOCATION: outside the fall fair

basics

MENTIONS:
Mariana ( jasmyn ), Jordan ( fin ), Kane ( Kio.exe )

INT:
Jordan ( fin ), Kane ( Kio.exe ), Mariana ( jasmyn )

tags

TL;DR kai is simping for his friends.

tl;dr

Malachi Deavan

beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me, for me

Kai side glanced at Jordan who was trying to convince him that he was okay. Jordan was still sat on the bench whilst Kai was standing next to it. Whatever Jordan was selling though, Kai wasn’t buying. In their years together, Kai had learnt to read Jordan like an open book. Through every argument, ups and downs, he always wore his heart on his sleeve. Kind of like a kicked puppy when he was sad, and at this time Kai was receiving nothing but kicked puppy from Jordan. “Look, it’s going to be great. You’re going to get out there and see. Life doesn’t stop because you’ve been kicked in the nuts once.” He said, a smile painting his features as he looked down.

“Oi! I only promised to win Mari a stuffed teddy, okay?” he laughed as he shook his head. But really, it kind of made him nervous. Performance anxiety type of shit really. He didn’t really expect their group to grow as large as it did last minute. It wasn’t that he was shy or anything, he was just more introverted. Even being out here now, Kai could feel his social battery drain bit by bit. He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “And besides, if I can’t win a teddy then you know goddamn well, I’m going to bribe the stalls person until they give it to me.”

But Mariana. He didn't know what it was about the girl but she was like sunshine. Sunshine peaking through cloud ridden windows on a previously stormy day. She was ever so kind and fun to talk to. He would be lying if he said that she didn't pique his interest. Maybe he was thinking of her a little bit more than he needed to at times, but hey - it was a harmless miniature crush. No one needed to know...

He decided to shoot her a quick text. A simple 'you close?'

“Yeah, yeah – you’re the most fun.” He replied sarcastically whilst rolling his eyes. There was truth in it though, even if Kai wasn’t prepared to be outranked in being one of the most fun people to be around. Being around Jordie was great, he had a joy about him. Though he the same age as the others, it was chid-like and wonderous. Jordan could be an idiot at times, but he was never malicious. And he could never be anyone he wasn’t.

Kai felt himself cringe as the feeling of something wet entered his ear. “You did not just wet willy me; you dick.” He said, half in disgust and half in amusement as he threw his empty coffee cup at Jordan. He was somewhat glad that he got to see this side of Jordan. He knew that the other had been down over the whole J.J. mess. When Kai was finally able to see through the lens of his oblivious nature, reality dawned on him that Jordan, his Jordan, Jordie, his roommate – had a thing with J.J. It shouldn’t have shocked him to be fair, given Jordan’s propensity to go out with girls who aren’t even on the same planet as him. Not in the sense that they were out of his league, if you asked Kai, he would tell you that Jordan could do way better. Different planets in the sense of opposing personalities. He just couldn’t see it.

And no, he didn’t hate J.J. like some members of the school population did. Hell, he was actually on decent terms with Adriane too. Again, he just couldn’t see it for the life of him.

“I won’t by the way” he added, looking towards Jordan. “I won’t tell anyone, but you shouldn’t be concerned about the way others think or feel. Focus on yourself, it’s your relationship.”

He was about to add more until he felt a buzzing in his pocket. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering who it could be, before digging around for his phone. He thought maybe Mariana and her friends had pulled up, but it was actually Kane to his surprise. Asking him about fair plans and what he would be up to. He smiled to himself, before trying to calm himself to a neutral expression. Ever since that day, where Kane had gotten black out drunk and Kai went over to his. And the kiss that proceeded afterwards. Ideas of the other wouldn’t leave his mind – weirdly enough. Kai hated the way he was last year. His struggles with Alex and their relationship turned him into a shitty friend, and when things ended, he kind of distanced himself from everyone. But then Kai had a wakeup call when he went back to England – realising how life could truly be sad and lonely.

So, when he came back, he was determined to make amends to the people he’d blown off – Kane being one of them. But when he actually was hanging out with the other, talking to him and just being there for a moment with him. Silence and noise, it made Kai feel things he felt at the start of his relationship with Alex. A light flutter of a butterfly’s wing in his stomach, grazing the edges ever so slightly. It happened when they cuddled, when they were in complete silence, asleep and the next morning over. He wouldn’t be ashamed to admit that Kane made him happy. But Kai was scared, he didn’t know where that happiness was leading him. Kane just made things weirdly easier. If Mariana was sunshine then Kane was moonlight on a dark night. Unsuspecting but calming.

He quickly texted in response. ‘Well, I’m here with Jordie right now, we’re waiting for Mari and her friends. Where are you? I’ll come to you. I don’t think they’re going to be here anytime soon anyway.’

code by valen t.

 

[Kio.exe]

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... Danny Cooper ...

MOOD

Hungry

LOCATION

Fair

TAGS

N/a

OUTFIT

Xoxo

It was cold out, but did that stop Danny from wearing as little clothes as possible? Of course not. Besides, he was warm enough. He stood in line at the front of the fairgrounds, his halfway unbuttoned shirt earning him more than a few questioning stares. And looks of appreciation as they took in his well toned chest, though Danny was oblivious to both. He was just comfortable. And he’d be more comfortable without the shirt in general, but everyone else was wearing one, so he supposed he had to, as much as he hated it. And he certainly didn’t want anyone calling him Adonis, like Gus had earlier on Twitter. Or Adanis, Jace’s version.

The smell of food wafting through the air made his stomach growl. Danny hadn’t eaten all day, as he’d been too busy working on his latest project, a tiny wire bee for a friend. It was gold, and about four inches long in total, a realistic rendering of a wasp. It was finished now, and he was quite proud of his work. Now, he was famished, and as soon as he got into the grounds the first order of business would be to find some food. Hopefully they didn’t have brisket here.

Finally, he was at the front of the line, and he pulled out his wallet to pay, handing the woman in the booth a small wad of cash. She waved him through, and he wasted no time entering the grounds. People from school that he knew but didn’t really talk to milled about, and one student stood directly in front of him, looking a little lost. Kane Blackmore. He and Danny had never really been friends, but the boy was nice enough, he supposed. A little naive, but to each their own. Besides, some could say the same of him.

Danny skirted past Kane, to where a vendor was selling gyros, his favorite. And there was no brisket in sight, much to Danny’s relief. As he purchased his food, he realized he had no plans. He hadn’t asked anyone to come with him, and no one had asked him. Surely he’s find someone to hang out with, but in the meantime he plopped down on a bench nearby and attacked his gyro, savoring the flavors as they burst in his mouth. God this shirt is annoying.

 

[gh0stwriter]

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Lucky

INTERACTIONS

mortified

MENTIONS

the fall fair

TAGS

Winona

Sex was so much easier than talking. At least with the girls Lucky hung around with.

Flash a smile. Flirt a little. Have a mutual understanding that it was just sex.

Easy. Simple. Uncomplicated. That is what Lucky strove for. It’s why he didn’t have any friends. He didn’t have time for complicated. He didn’t have time for messy and he definitely didn’t have time to track down Jace. Fucking. West. Yet, here he was. Face-to-face with the older boy. The boy who currently looked like all the synapses in his brain were firing off all at the same time. Complicated.

He watched in a mixture of annoyance, impatience and a slight concern that the guy might be having an actual stroke as he struggled with his words. He just wanted to succeed. To take all the shit that he had been through and put it into his music and make something of himself. He didn’t want to be just another statistic. Just another person who blamed the world for their problems and never got anywhere in life.

No fucking way was he going to let his dad win.

When Jace was done stuttering his way through his words, it took everything in his power not to just punch him in the face and walk away. Didn’t know who he was? Sure, they hadn’t officially hung out or socialized or anything of the sort, but Lucky had been there for a few months now. Jace knew him enough to badmouth him on Twitter. They had classes together. Same department.

But, this was Jace. The socially awkward shit starter who’s ability to speak was as good as his ability to flirt. The apparent wounded animal of Hollywood Arts. In truth, that was a bit harsh. Even Lucky had tried to intervene on his behalf, but he’d come to realize that when Gen or Chas were on the warpath, there was no getting in their way unless you wanted to lose a limb and Lucky liked his appendages firmly in tact.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to compose himself. This was new territory and he hated it. “Sorry, I’m Lucky. Junior. In the music department.” He said officially introducing himself to the twitchy boy hoping it would jog a memory, but he wasn’t counting on it. His M.O. had always been to stay under the radar. Lay low. Keep to himself. It’s great when you wanted to avoid CPS or not get asked why you have a second black eye in a month. But if you were trying to make it in music, it didn’t lend itself to making the proper connections.

Okay. Band-Aid number two. “I need a favor.” Lucky choked out not wanting to make this interaction last any longer than it needed to. “I don’t have a partner for the showcase. And I know I can just do solo, but I’m like way behind and I need to impress.” Lucky stated feeling the slight twinge of vulnerability before quickly burying it down like he’d done most of his life. “And I know we don’t know each other like…at all, but you have a dec…great voice.” He quickly corrected himself. “I sound amazing. So, I figured since you need a partner and I need a partner, we could just work together.” He finished with a heavy sigh as he watched the boy’s reaction.

“I’ll throw in a funnel cake.” He said as he nodded towards the cart.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[geminiy]

Genevieve Johannes

Gen had been sitting there ever so peacefully, sipping on a cup of hot apple cider, when a certain someone’s oversized frame blocked the warm sunlight from the side of her face. She had no plans to meet up with anyone nor did she have any particular person she wanted to see, so why had someone approached her, ruining her calm moment with her cider? Looking up to the figure, Gen shaded her eyes with her hand to see who had come to bother her.

Saint?

“Yes, I suppose it has been a while since we last talked.” Gen spoke, rolling her eyes as she looked away. “But I also suppose there’s probably a reason for that. What, may I ask, are you doing here?”

Saint wasted no time in cutting to the chase, a sentiment after Gen’s own heart. She appreciated the honesty, passing the boring small talk and the beating around the bush. However, it also confused her. Why was he even talking to her?

As Saint began talking, Gen paused mid sip. Cup still raised to her lips, Gen looked over her shoulder once again to look Saint in the eyes. Something was not clicking in her brain as Saint talked. Was it the fact that Gen was 100% convinced that Saint had lost the last of his marbles by approaching her? Maybe it was the fact that he had the utter nerve to tell her to apologize? Either way, Gen couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Gen turned her body away from Saint once more, taking a deep drink of her apple cider. With the liquid down her throat, Gen gently placed the cup beside her on the table as she scooted over slightly.

“Dearest Saint, why don’t you come take a seat? Let’s talk like adults, shall we?” Gen offered, laughing as soon as she was done speaking. “Oh, who am I kidding? I deeply apologize, Mr Taylor!” Gen continued, rising to her feet. With her heels on and her already tall stature, Gen decently towered over Saint, a playful smirk on her lips. “How dare a little bitch like me ask you to come down to my level? So, I suppose I shall rise to yours. Though, I suppose I could never truly reach your level, considering you think being high is a personality trait.”

Gen shot her hand out in a swift movement, placing a falsely reassuring hand on Saint’s shoulder, her acrylic nails ever so slightly poking into his skin as she gently gripped his shoulder.

“Now, I must start this conversation that I do think sticking up for your ‘friends’, or whatever the hell Kordei is to you, is admirable. I think you’ve got a lot of guts showing up here and telling me to do anything. However, let us get one thing crystal fucking clear, okay?” Gen spoke sweetly and calmly, tightening her grip on Saint’s shoulder. “You ever tell me to do anything again and I will personally make your life a living hell. I do hope you understand that you are nothing more than the scum on the bottom of my shoe for associating with womanizing, cheating assholes like Kordei. I said what I said and I meant it. Maybe that does say something about me. But I certainly know I don’t give a flying fuck about whatever your clueless ass may think.”

Gen dropped her hand, picking up her cup. Her eyes remained locked with Saint’s as she turned the cup in her hands, faltering for a moment before raising it to her lips and taking a sip. Not once did Gen’s voice raise as she spoke, nor did her face ever slip from her sweet smile and batting eyelashes. Placing the cup back on the table, Gen readjusted her jacket before speaking again.

“So we are on the same page, Taylor, I will not be apologizing to Grant. He’s lucky that’s all I did to him. There’s a special place under my boot for scumbags like him and he’ll get what’s coming to him, that’s a damn promise. Kordei Grant is not a good person. If you can’t see that, perhaps you’re as delusional and as little of a bitch as he is.” Gen purred as she took another step towards Saint, mimicking a tiger closing in on its prey. Her eyes were growing colder, her smile more malicious, every word calculated and carefully designed. “Unless, of course, you really do think he’s a good person. What a shame that your little master has you, his little bitch, all chained up and muzzled. Why don’t you run along and go say hello to your little alpha for me? I’m sure he misses you kissing his ass. Also, do let Kordei know that if he’s got problems, he is always welcome to come talk to me himself. Unless, of course, he is afraid to do so. What a poor little boy he is. Who would be afraid of little ol’ me?”

location

the fair

mood

excuse me, bitch boy?

outfit

stylin'

tags

saint ditto
Kordei (mentioned) fin

coded by natasha.

 

[sunshineysoul]

MOOD: excited for the fair

OUTFIT: very simple

LOCATION: entrance of the fair

basics

MENTIONS: mari, mor, willow, alex


INT: jasmyn Kio.exe elaaraa

tags

TL;DR cole, mari and mor finally make it to the fair & meet up with willow

tl;dr

cole "cj"

to all the people that were mean; he just channeled your energy

"yea we really shouldn't keep willow waitin, not by herself that is." he called out as mari flopped down on the couch beside him. he let out a big sigh, his head rolling back and his entire body relaxing. cole felt exhausted, yet ready for the fair. he was ready for the crisp, autum air and the fair games and the rides and everything else that came with the fair. he was also even more excited to finally go with his best friend. she had always been too busy with her career and auditions to go before, which he wasn't mad about. he loved supporting her in her work, it was just straining on their hangout times.
but that didn't matter, what mattered was that mari was able to go to this fair, and it was going to be a blast.
"thank you, mor. might i say you're looking rather dashing, tonight?" cole sent mor a friendly wink as he stood up from the couch. he offered his hand to mari, helping her up and offering both his arms for the girls to take. "well then, shall we go? my truck's all set for us, let's get goin so willow isn't waiting too long for us."
the trio walked outside and piled into his truck. of course cole has a truck, what would you expect?

~~

after struggling to find a good parking spot, the three climbed out, cole again offering his arm to mari and mor like before. they walked to the entrance, looking around for willow and/or alex. soon enough, cole's eyes met with willow's bright blue ones and he gave a warm smile.
"there she is!" he flicked his head in her direction as he began to walk over to her, hoping the other two would follow. "sorry we're late, wil, mari and mor like to take their dear sweet time with gettin ready."

code by valen t.

 

[toucant]

Elliot

pull me closer, and kiss me hard.

location: fairgrounds
outfit: here
❛ interaction: chas, seb (early), nic❜
❛ mentions: gen❜

TW. SOME MENTIONS OF DRUG USE
"No, god damn it, fuck. No, I'm good, I don't need your help." Ellie grimaced as he snatched a loose piece of fabric off his work bench. Of course it just so happened to be his finest muslin cloth. His luck today was fantastic, wasn't it? Wrapping it tightly over his fingers, he then used his free hand to pull the rest of the pins out of Seb's pant leg before gesturing him that he was done. A mix between a shoo signal and an OK sign. Chas, ever impatient, rushed off to the car, pulling Seb in tow. The studio was filled with a deafening silence as Ellie leaned back against his workbench, gazing half-heartedly at the mess of thread and shoe marks trekked through his studio. He had told Chas to put the shoes on only when they were about to leave, not to trample across the wooden flooring like a baffoon. But that was Chas, someone who would never listen to him.

Making his way to the bathroom where his clothes lay freshly steamed by his earlier shower, he looked at the damage done to his hand. The blood was still free-flowing, albeit slowed by the damp rag. The pain was starting to trickle in, sliding up his arm like an aching muscle. Holding his hand over the ceramic sink, he pulled a chalky tablet out of his pocket, placing it onto his tongue before turning the faucet on and letting the water wash it into his throat. With a deep inhale, he ran his hand under the water, watching the water turn pink with blood. God. It probably wasn't a good idea to take painkillers when you're bleeding like a damn carcass. This tiny pin hole in his finger will be bleeding for the rest of the day.

Wrapping his hand in gauze, Ellie turned to his outfit for the night. Since Seb so rudely stole his fair fit, he had to find something else to pick up a bed-time partner with. Black satin fell losely over his shirt, to which he buttoned rather low on the chest. There were no admins supposed to be at the fair today, so he could get away with something a little less conservative. He transferred the bottle of pills into the pocket of his white slacks, messing with them so they wouldn't bulge. Ellie finished the look with a side bag over his shoulder. Pulling a bottle of Svenka from behind his toilet, he examined it carefully before pouring it into his flask. Sadly, it emptied the bottle, but it only meant he had enough to get absolutely fucked today. He tucked the flask into his bag, along with a plethora of other stimulants and depressants. Ellie was trying a new combo today for the deals tomorrow. Had to get the best match of pills and alcohol for prime effect for his customers, after all. It was a plus that he got to test it out himself, fuck his liver.

-cut to the fair bc i'm lazy-

Away from the lovebirds at last. Seeing the two of them together made Ellie feel like he was on a boat headed into a storm. Every instance of Seb pulled Ellie back to the night where he watched the video of his best friend and a stranger snogging. The day he had no escape from the repeating video, the questions from his fans asking him what he thought about it, the tears that slid down his face as his eyes kept themselves trained to the image. The self restraint to clock Sebastian right then and there was undeniable. There was a mix of feeling like he was about to cry and about to throw hands as he started absently out of the window. The moment they landed at the fair, he gave some half-assed excuse to leave them to their devices. Not like they would have noticed if he simply left.

Although he always believed himself to be self sufficient, he wasn't prepared for the isolation he felt as he wandered the fair. Anger toiled at his usual carefree self, leaving him with a tumultuous ball of frustration and sorrow in his gut. Ellie pulled out his phone, seeing what was on Twitter that he could distract himself with.

-ensues twitter drama-

"Nic, my man, I'm so-o sorry, love. Started without you." Ellie hummed, his ass seated very happily on a diner stool with his flask in hand. They were in a relatively secluded spot, however secluded a fair in Hollywood could get. His shirt sat disheveled on his shoulders as he pushed a chair toward his friend in an invitation to join him. Ellie's flask was big enough for the two of them, and so was the bottomless pit that was the baggies in his pack. "God, this fucking girl Gen, is she usually that crazy?"

coded by weldherwings.

 

[sunshineysoul]

MOOD: let me fight a bitch

OUTFIT: cute

LOCATION: sittin next to gen

basics

MENTIONS: lucky, evie, gen


INT: ditto (saint) geminiy (gen)

tags

TL;DR minerva frost is back ((:

tl;dr

minerva

if it rains in hell then angels could be bad

the past week had been absolutely crazy for minerva. she had finally finished up her first book tour, which she was very excited and proud about, and she was ready to see her friends again. she opted to stay home for the first week due to jet lag causing her to sleep and wake up at the most random times of the day/night. but that wasn't the only thing messing with her. no, no, the godforsaken twitter timeline was messing with her more than jet lag ever could.
as soon as she was fully caught up with all the drama, she was hit with a wave of guilt. she hadn't kept in touch with nearly anyone while on tour, not out of malice, but out of her being so incredibly busy. minnie slightly hated herself a little bit more as she continued to gather information on what she had missed, but she was here now. and between her jet lag and the amazing hookup that gen had sent to her place her first night back, she was going to make up for missing out.
her week was filled with lounging around her lavish apartment, getting back into a normal sleep cycle, and furiously typing away as new ideas for her new trilogy came into her head. she was fully content with making her book "the aces" a stand alone book, but after talking with so many fans and hearing how her writing had impacted them, she was inspired to continue the series. for now, she planned on a trilogy, but who knew what else to come.
basically, minnie had been staring at some kind of screen the entire week, and was ready for some fresh air. she had mentioned that she'd be coming back at the fair, but she couldn't wait that long to see her best friends, evie and gen. so when gen had told minnie about the shit with babysitting drunkards and a best friend ditching her for a quick fuck, minnie did not hesitate to take her out to dinner and invite evie. it was wonderful catching up, but that didn't mean she wasn't excited for the fair.


~~

minerva had been to every fall fair HA had to offer, and she thoroughly enjoyed herself at every single one. fall was her favorite time of the year, the leaves going from green to gold, the air getting cooler as the sun set sooner; there was nothing she didn't like about fall. except what she saw as she walked into the fall.
there stood gen, being towered over by saint. minnie watched for a moment, knowing full well that gen could handle herself and that she shouldn't get in the way. a smirk danced on her face as she watched gen stand up and grip his shoulder, her nails slightly digging into his shirt, threatening that they could and would go deeper if need be.
once minnie saw that gen was done, she decided it was time for her to step in. she knew gen had a shitty week and while gen could take care of herself, it never hurt to have some help. so she made her way over to saint, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
"yea, mr taylor. i think it'd time you scurry off, away from gen, alright?" she plastered on a sickeningly sweet smile as she saw down next to gen. "what a start to the senior fall fair, huh?" her head turned to gen, hoping to even slightly cheer her up.

code by valen t.

 

[ditto]

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... saint taylor ...

MOOD

tired of this and tired in general.

LOCATION

fairgrounds; inside the gate

TAGS

gen geminiy minnie sunshineysoul

Saint hated fights, really. They were often wastes of time, which was a very limited resource. Bickering, angry insults, passive aggression... no one had any time for any of that. By no one, Saint meant himself and anyone who cared anything about practicality— or had half of a brain. Agitation was one thing; self-control was another.

Saint could tell, then, by the look in Gen’s eyes, that she was, at the very least, impractical. Perhaps there was a little more to that.

Did she have half a brain? Perhaps he should ask her.

No, he decided. That would simply instigate an argument— that was, a larger one than he’d apparently already inadvertently struck.

The quick movement took a moment for Saint’s exhausted, high brain to register, and when it did, he still didn’t flinch or show much sign that it affected him whatsoever. Gen, in her heels, was slightly taller than Saint, so it took a little effort to look into her eyes as her words, full of misdirected vitriol, were gritted at him through false sweetheartedness and white smile. The “calmness” that she exhibited read as false to him; she wasn’t very good at masking her anger.

A lot of guts. That phrase stuck out to him, as well as the threat to make his life a living hell. His eyes didn’t move away from hers as she uttered these words, nor did he look away as she drank a sip from her cup.

“So we are on the same page, Taylor, I will not be apologizing to Grant. He’s lucky that’s all I did to him.”

Saint had his answer to his previous question.

Nope. She didn’t have half of a brain. Tragic.

“If you can’t see that, perhaps you’re as delusional and as little of a bitch as he is. Unless, of course, you really do think he’s a good person. What a shame that your little master has you, his little bitch, all chained up and muzzled. Why don’t you run along and go say hello to your little alpha for me? I’m sure he misses you kissing his ass. Also, do let Kordei know that if he’s got problems, he is always welcome to come talk to me himself. Unless, of course, he is afraid to do so. What a poor little boy he is. Who would be afraid of little ol’ me?”

How utterly disappointing. For such a gorgeous girl, she had a horrendous personality and a knack for inventing insults that were the bottom of the barrel, wholly incorrect, and simply in poor taste. He could hardly expect something deeper from such a shallow person as a model, but he'd hoped that she was at least competent.

Her last question, though he knew it were sarcastic, was one that had been forming in his head the whole while.

Why the fuck should I be scared of you?

All that he saw before himself was a girl who had attacked his friend and who insisted that she was right because she had to be right, because she was suuuuch a goddess or the world belonged to her or something.

He didn't like to be a sheep; he didn't like to ascribe to certain ideas about people just because he was told to.

He wasn't going to let Gen's words pass just because she said that he should be afraid of her because of "living Hell" or some shit.

Saint, still carefully considering his words— because he had the forethought and poise that the model girl had just tried to exhibit— watched as another model walked over to him and tossed another “insulting” command at him. Scurry off. Then, the girl, who obviously thought that she was a lot cooler than she was, sat down and tried to speak with Gen.

Saint walked to stand beside the table, having collected his thoughts. “Gen,” he said, “all I heard in that monologue was a bunch of bitter hatred for me because of context that you automatically assumed that that comment of mine had.” He paused, looking into her eyes. “Listen, I didn’t come here to fight. If that’s what you’re in the mood for, which you seem to be, direct that at someone more willing to throw down. I’m not here to waste my time bickering with you over something that you’ve already made your mind on.”

He paused again, his gaze not leaving Gen’s as he breathed in a deep breath. “It’s fucking stupid,” he said directly. “The decision that you made to fight with me. You just wasted…two to three minutes of your time talking to a brick wall because you hurled insults at it when all that it wanted to do was say what it’s going to say again in an attempt to make it…afraid of you. Your friend came along to assist with that, wasting even more of both of our times...”

He sighed softly, his eyes still focused on Gen. “I’ll say it again. I'm not here to fight, but I'll say it again, in no uncertain terms. You overstepped your boundaries. The world doesn’t belong to you. People can’t always act the way you want them to. It’s not your job to try to play O Holy Judge or whatever the fuck. It’s not your place.”

Confidently, he said, once again, “You have to apologize.”

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​