Realistic or Modern Radcliffe High

[BasilOwO]

Samantha Jones​

She looked at Ash, before saying, “would you like some help with her?” Now, Sam might be drunk herself, but she wasn’t about to let a child get poisoned because two very stupid idiots dared her to do something that wasn’t smart. “And where’s your friend? I thought they’d help you?” She’d tilt her head slightly, blinking at her.

Mentions: Chimney Swift Winona Quicxk​

 

[elytra]

Casey Dunn
Location: Theo's House, Living Room
Mood: This Is Why Parties Should Be Illegal: Public Embarrassment
Interacting: Key ( ditto ) Mentions: Mason​

The drunken explanation of what the jock was going to do when he found Mason was disturbing, but Casey decided it was best not to mention it. The run-down of the boys experience at the party thus far was also about as unhelpful as it could get, and oh god, was Casey essentially babysitting a jock? It felt like it now. They sincerely hoped that there wouldn't be a point where they'd need to break up a fight, mostly because they doubted they had the ability to do so, but it seemed like the possibility of a fight not happening was small.

That aside, they still ended up trailing after their drunken responsibility.

They winced when the yelling started. That wasn't great. It wasn't doing a lot of good, and the people who could hear it were giving them looks. It wasn't the sort of thing they wanted to be associated with. To say it simply.....yikes. Since hiding in their sweater like a turtle and curling up into a fetal position on the floor until the problem went away wasn't an option, they decided to actually try swaying their companion into not yelling. Hopefully, the fact they had....shown loyalty or something would give them some point and speaking up would get them punted into the sun.

"It's, uh, not that big a house? We can just look." They suggested, hoping they didn't sound too uneasy "Besides, if you're announcing yourself and he has your wallet, he probably won't just come out to give it to you, right? He'll probably just leave or something since you figured it out. You gotta have the....uh....element surprise or whatever." They were actually very doubtful that Mason did have the wallet, but figured that anything that would get the other to stop yelling and drawing attention to them was worth saying.

 

[ditto]

Key Killough

Status: Looking for Mason
Location: Bathroom, Living Room
Interactions: elytra (Casey)
Mentions: N/A

•••

Key scowled. "Element of surprise?" He paused, thinking. "Yeah, I guess. Kinda late for that, huh?" He picked at the wrinkle on the bandaid on his cheek, just now seeming to notice that it was crinkled. "Outside. Maybe." He paused again. "Upstairs. Maybe."

He rubbed his chin. "Uh..." He wrinkled his brows, and then he stamped his foot. "I just need my damn wallet!"

He looked at Casey. "Katy, hey, listen. Give me a number between one and five."

 

[mikaluvkitties]

CASPER OLLILA
[ tw : graphic discussion of high school through the lens of neurodivergency ]​

Their smile weakened as the conversation slowed, but they managed to perk up a bit as Max opened the notebook. And then there was another silence, and Casper found themself nibbling on their lip. Had they done something wrong? This had to be their fault, didn't it? For having negative emotions inside the party?

He tapped their shoulder, though, and he pointed, and they finally relaxed as he began to write, and they began to read. They didn’t even attempt to guess at the first two words, leaning forward as they read the bullet points.

They looked up at him when they were done, and they smiled automatically when they saw his face. Even if they hadn’t been thankful to have something to do that wasn’t just sit here and stew in awkwardness and embarrassment, they probably would have smiled.

He started writing again, and again they looked to it. They gasped when they read the word ‘overwhelmed’, then nodded, glad to have a word to the sign… and also glad to have a chance to talk about it.

Ever since Casper had first begun attending, school filled Casper with a dread that left them sick more school mornings than not. Just like at home, there were expectations there- Expectations Casper often failed to live up to and was punished for accordingly. There was a particular dread to classes where they’d be expected to read out loud, or ones where a teacher might randomly call their name when asking a question, and they'd mess up, and no one would laugh outright, but there'd be a stray snicker or two and that was enough to sting.

And then would come the weekend, stuffed with trying to do their schoolwork and failing, then trying to draw and failing, and eventually they’d just curl up in bed and watch something familiar and comforting until their mother caught them and it was back to schoolwork that never seemed to go away.

Needless to say, it was an experience they weren't too keen on returning to.

They took the notebook and pen gratefully, writing with concentrated effort: it IS scary school is so scary i want to not go people are mean

Chimney Swift​

 

[mikaluvkitties]

AARON OLLILA​

Aaron sulked after Drake, watching him pause as they reached the coolers. He glanced to Theo, and then Drake was tossing Aaron a juice, and he glanced at the flavor, nonplussed.

Fruit punch. Okay.

Aaron just held his fruit punch as Drake drained his pouch, watching him with that flat look he tended to adapt around almost everyone but the sophomore in front of him.

He scoffed as he finished his thought. “In the middle of a back to school party? Really?” Alone, he might have allowed room for some humor in his voice, but they were in the middle of a sea of strangers, so he settled on derision instead, which ended up less mocking and more relaxed by virtue of the fact that he was high as a kite.

And then he dropped his Capri Sun on the ground, and Aaron couldn’t help but look at the thing, abandoned as soon as it had served its purpose.

He looked back up, and continuing to hold his unopened pouch, said, “I thought we were coming in here to get something to drink.”

Winona DxngerDemxn elytra​

 

[Quicxk]

Ryker Sylvi-Highland
(Interacting: BasilOwO / Winona / Chimney Swift [] Mentions: N/A)

Ryker, as the drunk girl was talking to him, took mental notes as she explained her situation, sans the part about finding--who he assumed was--the blonde girl. As he did so, he looked between the black-haired girl and blondie, jerking his head to the fridge as the drunk one spoke. "Well, she can hear me, which ain't a bad sign. We just needta' flush the booze outta her system. Ya' know what she drank, blondie?" Ryker said, again not intending to be rude; not originally picking up her name as he was focused on other things at that moment. Turning his gaze back to the drunk girl, he said, "...Two drinks? Shit. That can't be right, Have ya' ever drank before today? Not only that, but ya' always gotta eat before boozin'! You won't get drunk as fast that way." He said jokingly, secretly hoping the drunk girl would say yes to his question as he handed her off to the blondie, having finished his interrogation. He then turned to the blonde woman, "I think she'll be okay with you from here on out, though you oughta tell me what ya' gave 'er to drink." He said, then continued instructing the blonde on what to do.

"When ya' get 'er to a bed, don't let 'er lay on 'er back; lay 'er on 'er side. The, uh...actually, you prob'ly don't wanna know that part, but do what I say, 'kay? I can't really give ya' a ride back home, so sorry 'bout that, but, uh, if she really only has had two drinks, she'll prob'ly be awright." He instructed the blonde girl, picking up his beer and drinking it without an issue. He didn't seem too concerned for the drunk's safety, trusting his own instincts in that she'd be alright in the hands of her friend. "'S too late to get her some food now, she'd prob'ly throw it all up, but something with no booze should sober 'er up a little bit, at the very least. Ya' want us," he said, motioning to the girl he was with and himself, "to come with ya'?" When she had questioned where her friend was, Ryker, too, began glancing around, despite not knowing who, exactly, he was looking for. "Say, that ain't a bad question; where is this friend? Do ya' know 'em well?" He asked, picking up his beer and taking a swig now that he had a free hand. His contorted at the taste, as it was something he was...not used to drinking, at the very least. He decided "okay" booze was better than no booze. He struggled to keep his mind on the task at hand, but the sound of the party-goers and music around him allowed him to keep track of his thoughts, thankfully.​

 

[cadence]

Célian Debrosse

Célian knew exactly what to expect of Americans long before he agreed to come to the party. But even knowing what he was getting himself into, nothing had exactly prepared him for just how disgusting Americans - especially so many gathered in one place - really were. He'd spent his entire time at the party with his nose scrunched in disgust, watching from afar. If he had one nickle for every time one of the party-goers made him gag, he'd have enough to fly home to France and never have to see any of them again. In his short time there, he'd seen at least three people throw up; one being so particular pungent he had to rush to the bathroom to make it to a can. He'd seen countless couples attached at the mouth, drooling over one another like rabid animals. He'd seen and heard enough at one party to confirm that Americans, in a word, are just downright gross.

He leaned against the wall with an exhausted sigh, swirling the cup of ... Honestly, he wasn't sure what it was. It had been handed to him nearly an hour ago and he still hadn't tried it. He wasn't much of a drinker, and besides, he was too nauseated at the sight of animals to risk taking a sip of the mystery drink. It would kill him to turn out like them: drunk off their mind and making fools of themselves. He didn't need alcohol to be entertained anyway. The people, as gross as they were, kept him amused so long as he ignored the fact that these were his peers - the people he'd spend the next months of his life with.

He found himself on of the couches in the living room, doing his best to ignore the couple making out on the cushion beside him. He watched the people in front of him instead, keeping one hand on the right side of his face to avoid seeing any potential private private parts from the couple beside him. A young man had passed out face first on one of the couches and a group had gathered around him, passing around a sharpie and giggling among themselves. He couldn't see all of what they had drawn on the poor man's neck, but Cian only had to catch a glimpse of a hairy scrotum to know it couldn't have been good. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at their choice. A penis? Really? Of all of the embarrassing things you could draw or write on a man's neck, they chose a penis? Though he did expect it from a bunch of drunken jocks.

Although he certainly didn't approve of their phallus drawings, he found himself intrigued enough to join the small crowd that had gathered around him. It was then that he saw the man's wallet - designer and half hanging out of his pocket with nary a care. Cian didn't fancy himself a petty theft but he was practically asking for it, right? Passing out in a room full of strangers with your designer wallet probably chock full of cash exposed to all was practically an invitation to have it stolen. So, he took it. He leaned over to look at what the boys had drawn, lifting a brow in confusion at the word 'cherry'. And, when he was sure nobody was paying attention to his pockets, he tucked the wallet under his belt.

The wallet had sat under his belt a whole ten minutes before he started hearing about the owner looking for it. He'd overheard Keagan Crest Killough, which he had read on the driver's license, himself at one point demanding his wallet from some kid and threatening to knock their teeth in. If he had been anyone else, Cian might've been scared, but he rest assured knowing nobody knew him. He was the new kid. A nobody. Definitely not someone high up on the list of suspects. He was able to sit back and relax and flaunt the wallet in plain sight while Key went on accusing anyone but him.

He leaned against the wall once more, absentmindedly counting the money he had scored when he overheard the blonde's comment, an amused smirk immediately spreading its way onto his face. He didn't know who she was, but he didn't particularly care. He wanted someone to know what he had gotten away with, and she seemed like the type of person to find it just as amusing as he did. "It pays to be invisible," he commented nonchalantly, casually flipping through the bills. "Who is this Mason fellow? I wonder if they'll fight." He had yet to see a fight break out at the party. That would be entertaining.

Interactions: mikaluvkitties

 

[elytra]

Casey Dunn
Location: Theo's House, Living Room
Mood: Not Really Vibing with the Idea of Murder
Interacting: Key ( ditto ) Mentions: N/A
​

This was far too much responsibility they were being given, considering they really weren't keen on being involved in the first place. Sure, it was just picking a number, but they didn't know what any of them corresponded to. Which was probably the point, but that didn't mean that they liked it any more because of that. The numbers probably just related to locations.....but what if they didn't?

It really shouldn't have been that much of a conundrum. It wasn't that hard a thing to do. But they felt that whatever they chose would have a consequence.

"....3? I guess?" Hopefully 3 was just 'lets go outside' and not 'lets murder whoever has a sharpie and is closest to us'. They really didn't want to be an actual accessory to murder.

 

[ditto]

Key Killough

Status: Using all of his brain power to do math
Location: Living Room, Foyer near kitchen
Interactions: elytra (Casey) Winona (Mason)
Mentions: N/A

•••

Key's face grew confused, and he looked down at his hand, popping out all five fingers. He put down his thumb, then his pinky, then his forefinger, then his ring finger, and when he was left with his middle finger, he just stared down at it.

He looked up at them. "Three's in the middle," he said, putting down his middle finger. State the obvious.

He blew out a long puff of air, muttering to himself. "Five was upstairs, one was in the backyard..." He put a hand on his chin, and his face was all scrunched up again. He was obviously trying his hardest to think of what other rooms there were. "Uh...kitchen?"

He looked at Casey again. "Kitchen," he said in a rather gruff tone. "That's all I can think of. Katy. Come on. Find Mason."

He started off, pushing past the drunken guests that stood in the doorway and giving a nod to some girl who waved at him.

"Katy, thanks for doing this with me. It really means a--"

His eyes set on the target, walking towards the kitchen.

Locked and loaded, ready to take him out.

"Mason!" he hissed.

He stormed up behind him, face furious, fists ready to fight.

He grabbed a hold of the back of his collar-- snatched it, really-- and gripped it as tight as he could. "Mason. Give me a reason why I shouldn't knock your face in," he demanded, not even going through the formalities of explaining why he was here, demanding this. "Cherry wants to know," he growled, using his own derogatory nickname to get the point across of what he was angry about.

He hoped Mason picked up what he was laying down, but if he didn't, it was Mason's own loss.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

LAUREL DAVIS​

Oh, and now he was going to fight Mason. Laurel sighed, and then some kid next to her spoke up. She turned to him... and her eyes widened. That... was Key's wallet.

Logically, she should probably do something about that- After all, he'd stolen her boyfriend's property. She could chew him out, or tell Key, but instead, she found herself... laughing. And then she laughed some more, rolling her eyes back to Key as she sipped at her drink- A ginger ale, because she didn't do caffeine and she had to drive her and her sister home after this. He stormed right past them, which just made her break into a fit of giggles all over again.

"Oh, they're definitely going to fight," Laurel told the boy. "Key hates him, and Mason is pretty much punch first, ask questions later." Right on cue, Key grabbed Mason by the back of the collar. She rolled her eyes again, looking to the boy with a smirk. "Can you believe I'm dating that idiot? I deserve better, I'm telling you."

cadence​

 

[Winona]

Mason

Was it just his imagination, or had tonight just been a weird night?

He had a headache and in all reality, Mason was greatly questioning why he didn't just drop right out of school then and there and move on with his life. It wasn't like high school could really give him that much of an advantage, right? And it's not like he was heading to college afterwards. Might as well just jump right into the workforce.

Mason had been on his way to meet up with a girl when... Kyler? Kevin? Kyle? Something that started with a K came out of the woodwork like the fucking parasitic insect he was and called Mason's name. His head just throbbed a bit more and really, Mason wanted to know what it was about his face that just made people want to punch it. Would he seriously never get through a high school party or a day in his life without having someone trying to throw their weight around?

In all actuality, despite his rather lengthy track record of fighting, Mason wasn't super big on the aggressive thing. However, he would defend himself if someone swung first (which they did ninety-nine percent of the time) or punch first if he felt he was in danger or someone he cared about was in danger -- and by that, he meant Drake because there wasn't anyone else in his life to care that deeply about.

Of course, Mason's reputation spoke a different story, but it was what it was. He wasn't here to argue the specifics.

In fact, he wasn't here to argue at all and he still didn't understand what the vendetta that Kaleb had against him was. Was it something that Laurel had said? He wouldn't be surprised. That bitch had a habit of twisting people's hearts and pinning them against each other. It was one of the many reasons that he was glad they weren't together anymore.

Now normally, Mason would've been amused by the claims that Key had made. Normally. But being in the middle of walking and having someone grab your collar so that you end up stopping in place by being choked was not something that Mason, well, we'll say appreciated. Normally, Mason would've walked away. He didn't want blood on Theo's floor.

The feeling of being choked, however, made Mason panic. His heart started strumming. Adrenaline rushed through his veins. A fight or flight response that triggered within him but flight wasn't an option.

So instead, he didn't hesitate to turn around and slam a fist into Key's stupid face to relieve that pressure he felt on his neck.

ditto​

 

[ditto]

Key Killough

Status: Might have a broken nose but still swinging
Location: Foyer near kitchen
Interactions: Winona (Mason)
Mentions: N/A

•••

Key let go of him and clutched his nose, growling. "What the fuck, dude?!" He glared at him above his hand. "You really-- fuuuuck!"

He was in pain, and he winced and shuffled back a little bit.

Cocky effing face on the guy. Always looked like he needed a fist connected with his nose.

He'd done it now.

He quickly took off his precious letterman jacket with his non-bloody hand. He tossed it down on the ground, then dropped the bloody hand covering his nose.

His nose looked crooked. The blood from it was pouring all down his face and onto his white shirt. He'd have a hard time explaining this one to his dad, but he didn't think about that right now.

The alcohol was clouding his judgment, and he had tunnel vision. The dude in front of him? Well, he was going down.

He opened his mouth in a dark scowl, and he let out an arrogant chuckle. "Figured you would play dirty. No warning, just let me have one, huh?" He spat some blood out of his mouth. "Two can play that game, bastard."

He'd made a vow to kill him, and he was going to effing do it. He wasn't someone to back down from a fight-- or to go back on his word.

He punched Mason in the jaw with his bloody hand, right where the word Cherry was written on his own face. He pulled his head to his own and head-butted him as hard as he could.

Pain flashed in his vision, and he grit his teeth, but he knew that that meant that Mason probably felt the effects even more than he himself did.

 

[Winona]

Xander

He nodded slowly as the other boy explained what he was doing with the bu-- sorry, insect. Was that just random knowledge that some people had? Xander didn't even know that there was a difference between bugs and insects. He always thought they were just interchangeable terms and he certainly hadn't expected to be given a lesson in insect-ology in the basement of Theo's house that kinda looked like something from a horror movie with all the bugs everywhere.

Well like not a horror movie because it was scary. Maybe something from Fear Factor. Like one of those "see how many bugs can crawl across your skin before you cry" type of dealios.

"Right..." Xan said, looking curiously from the weird boy to the little insect. He suspected that there was something more going on or something because, well, the guy wasn't at all eager to put the bug away, obviously. "What kind of insect is it?" Xander asked. He was half-expecting an I dunno and half expecting some detailed explanation.

When he asked, Xan started walking towards him, his eyes roaming all of the insect... cages? Habitats? Was there a proper word for them? He finally looked back at the guy when he got closer and at the insect. "I'm Xander, by the way."

elytra​

 

[Winona]

Mason

The original panic-fueled anger subsided when the pressure on Mason's neck was relieved. He pulled his fist close to him and shook the hand out. It throbbed a bit in pain from crashing against Key's skull, but it wasn't like he had fractured anything. Drake liked to joke that Mason was indestructible, which obviously wasn't true, but given the life he led and the fact that he had never broken a bone? Whereas Drake seemed to get injured and break everything imaginable... yeah, it had turned into a joke.

He was on edge, though, and when Key turned around, Mason braced himself. Fights were nothing new to him and his body instinctively reacted to the threat at hand. He pulled his fists up by his face and turned to the side so that it wasn't as easy to hit him. His left shoulder faced Key, his right arm -- the one that he had hit Key's face with -- tilted away.

Mason knew that he needed to stay clear-headed because that was the difference between him and Key right now -- Mason wasn't drunk and for once, Mason wasn't fueled by rage. Angry Mason was much different in a fight and he was trying to keep his anger down to just a smoldering fire in the pit of his stomach. Angry Mason didn't know when to stop.

Key's punch towards his face was much like the rest of him tonight: clumsy. It still landed, but was more a glancing blow that Mason more or less avoided, but there was nowhere for him to really go. He was pressed up against the island of Theo's kitchen with bottles of alcohol behind him and on the other side of that, high schoolers.

The headbutt was unexpected and although his head throbbed, he was used to head injuries thanks to a lifetime of football. The most that it did was smash his already crooked nose and make that smoldering fire start to spark into more of a fury. He brought his knee up, slamming it as hard as he could into Key's gut before shoving his hands into the guy's shoulders to shove him away.

All Mason wanted for one night as to be left alone.

ditto​

 

[ditto]

Key Killough

Status: Injured. Furious. Bleeding profusely. What's new with you, bro?
Location: Kitchen
Interactions: Winona (Mason)
Mentions: N/A

•••

Key recoiled, and he choked back vomit. He clutched his stomach where Mason had kneed him. He clenched his jaw.

He swallowed what had risen in his throat. Key wiped his gushing nose with the back of his hand, and he whipped off the scarf barely situated on his shoulders. He threw it behind himself, then ripped off the bandaid over the word on his cheek. "Bastard," he growled. "Dirty, low-down, fucking..."

This fight maybe was just another fight to Mason, but to drunk Key, this was a fight to defend his honor. This dude who was at the top of the food chain, had stolen many of his past girlfriends, and gloated about being team captain had, in drunk Key's mind, made a fool of him by writing on his face and stealing his wallet.

And now he was going to get it. Not just for his wallet, but for every other damn thing he'd done to belittle him.

He recuperated from the blow, then drew in a deep breath and punched his palm, snarling. "You're going to fucking die. Today is your last day on earth, you big fucking dick!" It came out as slurred nonsense, and the blood from his nose bubbled when he exhaled through his nostrils. As he spoke, the blood poured down off of his face freely, staining his white shirt even further.

He stamped his foot, rolled his shoulders, and clenched his jaw, then set his face and met Mason's eyes. Key's eyes were bleary and blindly furious in an almost scary way-- in a way that said that he truly meant to kill Mason.

In an instant, he pushed forward with his feet, slamming his shoulders into the middle of Mason's torso, grabbing his legs, and putting all of his force into the tackle.

 

[Winona]

Mason

He thought he had this in the bag and was paying good enough attention. However, what Mason wasn't prepared for was an angry drunk boy to charge at him and body slam him.

He was already pressed against the island and all Key did was, you know, manage to slam Mason back onto the island. The crashing of alcohol and other bottles could probably be heard... Well not everywhere because of the music, but in the nearest vicinity. Now? Yeah, now he was definitely in some pain and his back was soaked in so many different liquids that he probably smelled like a bar but ten times worse.

The force of Key slamming into him and toppling him onto the island, coupled with the fact that it was not nearly wide enough for one overly large football playing senior, tripled with the slipperiness of a concoction of different liquids meant that, well, Mason went sliding across the island.

Right across, hitting his head on the other counter before falling to the ground with a painful thud that knocked the air out of him. Small bits of broken glass bit into his skin but he hardly noticed it. His head was killing him from every angle, his nose was dripping with blood. A hand reached up and he felt blood welling up from the hit on the back of his head.

He hardly noticed the other people around him -- Ash, that drunk kid, some dude, and a girl that looked like she had a serious bitch complex.

Key wanted to fucking fight to kill?

Fine. Mason was happy to oblige.

ditto

Mentions: Chimney Swift BasilOwO Quicxk​

 

[Quicxk]

Ryker Sylvi-Highland

( Interacting: Winona / ditto [] Mentions: Chimney Swift / BasilOwO )

Ryker, not paying attention to his surroundings and instead more concerned with the drunk girl in front of him, was startled by the loud bang that was...something...being thrown into the counter. "Christ!" He shouted, dropping his full beer onto the kitchen floor, causing the bottle to break and spill its contents. Ryker allowed himself a split second to feel almost sad his beer was no longer, but quickly recomposed himself. "'Scuse me juuuust a sec, ladies." He bowed his head quickly, then turned and ran over to cause of the loud disturbance, seeing a tall boy with black hair bleeding from the back of his head and his nose and covered in, what Ryker assumed was, a random assortment of alcohol from the sound of broken glass he heard accompanying the loud bang that was the fight. He glanced up and saw the cause; a just as tall blonde boy, blood smeared on the underside of his nose, and looking pissed. That was certainly not good, Ryker thought.

Ryker bit the inside of his cheek, determining the risk of getting involved; these guys had a height advantage and it would be hard to get between them if the fight escalated, but muscle-wise, they had (at least somewhat) equal footing. Not to mention, getting in a fight on his first day in town would probably not go over well with his father, good intentions or not. He called out to the both of them, "The hell's goin' on over 'ere!? What the fuck y'all tryin' to do?!" He shouted, raising his voice a few decimals to get both of their attention, his southern accent carrying across the kitchen...or, at least, he envisioned it like that, but it was loud enough enough to get the job done. He looked back down towards the black-haired boy, who Ryker gathered was a good bit older than him and heavily injured. Notably sober, too, as far as Ryker could tell, but just as angry as the blonde kid. Ryker knew how to read a room; these guys had already thrown a few punches, and were liable to throw some more.

Ryker stepped next to the black-haired boy who was lying on the floor, sizing up the blonde next. Ryker could tell he had a lot of weight on him, but again, his height put him at a disadvantage. He couldn't pinpoint if the blonde was drunk or not, either. He seemed fine to Ryker, at the very least. Ryker took his position between the entry to the kitchen and the next room, hoping to separate them by doing so. "Cool it, the both a' ya'!" He shouted, bracing himself for anything.​

 

[mogy]

Noah Stewart

​

Parson was correct when he said that Noah had just gotten there and that it wouldn't really be a memorable night if he left the party immediately, but something about eating a gallon of ice cream in bed and watching Netflix looked more attractive to Noah than being in the same room with Eli, especially after hearing the boy sounding so happy and unphased by the recent breakup.

Noah wasn't exactly holding back tears either, but he was hurt, and his behavior in the past week inevitably showed that no matter how much Noah tried to hide it.

"Uh..." Noah didn't know what to say. He really wanted to go home and maybe fall asleep or just feel sad for himself, but at the same time, he hadn't spent time with any of his other friends in such a long time, and he really missed them.

Of course, he had to answer something, and just thinking about how Eli wasn't moping around being sad or whatever it was that Noah would be doing if he went home, he decided to go somewhere with Parson.

"Why not? I mean, my driving skills are something everybody should see...maybe in those 'what not to do' videos in driving schools." He tried to joke before making his way out of the house, which proved to be more than difficult with all the people constantly coming in and out.

Interactions: Winona (Parson)​

 

[elytra]

Maverick Flynn
Location: Theo's House, Basement
Mood: No Thoughts Head Empty Common Sense Gone
Interacting: Xander ( Winona ) Mentions: Theo​

At first, Flynn considered denying knowing anything about the insect currently in his hands. Unlike his cousin- who's obsession with frogs was proudly shoved in the face of anyone and everyone -he was, admittedly, more easily embarrassed. Frogs, at least, were considered cute by some people. In comparison, most people hated insects. It wasn't exactly a 'cool' topic of conversation. If it was, Flynn wouldn't be hiding from people down in a basement while a party raged on upstairs.

So, logically, he really should act like he had no information whatsoever on Doris. Unfortunately, apparently his brain wasn't functioning, because he made the split-second choice to answer anyway.

"She's an orchid mantis." He stated, at least able to restrain himself to keeping it simple "Named for....looking like an orchid and all. At least, that's what my aunt told me." He tacked on the last part to try and save himself a bit, though it was likely too late for that. He readjusted his hands once more, figuring that he had already held her this long and it wouldn't do any harm to hold her a bit longer. "I'm Flynn. My cousin is the one throwing the party."

Frankly, that was what he was known as to most people. Theo's cousin. Not really shocking, since the other tended to insert himself into as many social situations as possible, but it really did something that the connection had become apart of what Flynn said when he introduced himself.

 

[Chimney Swift]

Quicxk Winona ditto

Ivy wobbled back in disgust as beer and glass sprayed across the floor. "Hey, wash out! Someone's gonna step on that." She complained loudly, though it soon became imminently clear that this was not the biggest mess the room had to offer. As Ryker pushed past to run back into the kitchen, Ivy seemed for a moment to snap out of her alcohol stupor as she took in the scene, her mouth agape in a mix of horror and bile fascination.

"Oh, lordy."

The.kitchen had turned into an all out brawl. It was like mating season on the Discovery Channel, but somehow with even more blind rage and hormones. One of the guys had tackled another into the counter, sending even more glass and alcohol to the floor. The kitchen looked like someone had loosed a rhinoceros into it. This was chaos.

This is why she left that crappy sterile group home for the night. This was more educational than school was ever going to be.

She turned to Ash and grinned devilishly, pointing out the disaster as if there were any possibility that she hadn't noticed. "Are they always like that? You go to school with that?" She asked incredulously, assuming most of these people knew each other. It was a small town, after all.​

 

[Taelonthesands]

Juniper Ava Rowlands

Juni

Tension Rising by KH II

Mood: Heavily considering dipping out, worried about kitchen

location Near the Caprisuns, viewing the kitchen
mentions Theo elytra and the kitchen crew (not gonna tag all sorry)
interactions Laurel mikaluvkitties Célian cadence

To say that the atmosphere of the night had gone down some, would be a vast understatement to the feelings surrounding everyone in the main room of Theo’s house. Not only did the cute girl Juniper was talking to leave her to head off back to her piano and see some others, but then there was the kitchen.

The music was still blaring and there were some people still drunk or out of it enough that continue partying. But those near the kitchen and the juice like Juniper, could only help but stare at the current situation happening in the kitchen. From her angle, she could just barely make out the two fighting between the doorway. Of all people, and after her concerns of reading through twitter, it just had to be Mason and Key. Juniper excused herself as she pushed passed people, trying to get closer to the scene, no clue what she would do once she got over there. All she knew is that as she went by, she reassured people that things were probably fine and to go back to their party. Sure, she didn’t really like either of the guys that were in a current scramble, but it was so close to school and Juniper couldn’t stand how negative the air was becoming.

She freezes at the sound of glass shattering, shaking slightly just from the volume of the noise it created. She quickly looked towards where Theo was, close enough now that she prayed he’d realize what was happening just like everyone else. She was about to call out to him until she heard the thick accent of another yelling as someone she was very unfamiliar with, stood between whatever ever mess was inside the kitchen, and where Key stood away from it.

Juniper had no idea what to do, she couldn’t go in and try to restrain Key, she had some muscles but would be thrown away easily by the football player if she wasn’t careful. Especially now that she could see just how intoxicated he was. It was honestly very overwhelming, but she felt she had to do something.

What did he say again? Something about a wallet? She bit her lip as she stared back at the crowd of people filing in to watch what would happen next. Scanning to see if there was anyone out of them that looked like they might be behind the possible fight started by a...wallet. Really of all things.

That’s when Juniper spotted the couch, and more specifically, she saw Laurel and someone clearly seeming to enjoy this just a little bit more. Mostly though, she saw Laurel, and for one of the few times it’s happened, Juniper made an assumption. She marched over to the pair on the couch, holding in a breath to keep herself from grimacing at them. Straightening her back and moving her hands to her hips, Juniper leaned against her left hip as she stared them down.

“Crazy night huh? You’re Key’s girlfriend, right? Do you know what’s up with him?”

coded by incandescent

 

[Winona]

Drake

"And we did get something to drink." Drake pointed out. And he was prepared to hop on his soapbox and go on a beautiful rant about how juice is ten times better than alcohol (he hadn't drank enough to get drunk in a while -- which was sad considering that he wasn't even sixteen), but his long rant wasn't even given a chance to start before he heard yelling.

A familiar sound in Drake's life, and the voice was a one that he recognized far too well. Yes, that angry yelling followed by the sound of hormone fueled fighting could only belong to one jerk with a super punchable face.

His brother.

"Oh great," Drake said with a sigh and tilted his head towards Aaron as an invitation for the boy to follow him. "I'm gonna go find out what he did this time to deserve getting hit." Hey, he wasn't a horrible brother. He would at least check in on Mason and if need be, step in. His small, lanky frame could stop some people.

Drake walked towards the commotion just in time to see Mason go slamming across the island, crashing all of the bottles of alcohol around him. What a shame. The other guy was still standing there all covered in blood and in Drake's infinite wisdom, he decided that he needed to step in now. Before, you know, his brother ended or this guy ended up more dead.

"Hey, dude, lay off." Drake said, placing a hand on Key's shoulder.

mikaluvkitties ditto​

 

[Winona]

Ash

If tonight got any worse, Ash might just lose her mind. Seriously.

One second she was preparing to leave for Ivy and was going to go lay her down in one of Theo's spare rooms, but instead she was getting lectured by... what was his name? God, she didn't even remember, and the girl beside him that seemed to be glaring daggers at Ash. Anyway, she knew how to handle a drunk person, okay? She didn't need the lecture -- she just really needed to get out of here.

Instead, her way out was not only cut off by Ryker and the other girl, but Mason's body as it slid across the island and landed right in front of them... covered in blood and alcohol that had crashed and splattered across Theo's floor. To make matters worse for herself. Ash's shoes now even had the alcohol wetting them.

She backed away from the mess, pulling Ivy after her when she spoke. Ash sighed. "Yeah... yeah, I go to school with that." Ash admitted, a frown crossing her face and a sigh escaping her lips. "And yeah... yeah, they do that a lot."

Chimney Swift @ whoever else is here idk anymore​

 

[Winona]

Parson

He exhaled with a relieved sigh when Noah said that he could tag along. A grin crossed Parson's face and he followed after Noah out of the party. He laughed at Noah's joke, although maybe a small part of him was a little scared. Hey, it was stressful to be going with someone that was known for being a bad driver, alright?

"Actually I think in driver's ed that's exactly what they said. First lesson was just 'Do the opposite of what Noah Stewart would do.'" He grinned at his own joke and hoped that it wouldn't be taken offensively -- Parson didn't mean it to offend him, after all.

Stepping out of the party and into the outdoors was a welcome relief. It was hot and sticky inside, but nice and cool outside. Parson trailed after Noah and looked over all of the cars parked outside of Theo's house. Noah seemed like the kind of dude that would have like... a cool car, right? The kind that was sleek.

His eyes fell on a mom van, and he decided to make another brilliant joke about it because Parson was nothing if not a (very poor) comedic genius.

"Let me guess. Your car is the mom van?" He asked, jokingly, and let out a laugh.

mogy​

 

[ditto]

Key Killough

Status: Literally unintentionally provoking everyone else
Location: Kitchen
Interactions: Winona (Mason, Ash, Drake), Quicxk (Ryker)
Mentions: Chimney Swift (Ivy)

•••

Key's bloodied face wore a shit-eating grin of victory, and he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand again. Fuck yeah. Look at him. "I told you I'd kill you, dickhead!" he yelled at Mason, though he knew he probably wouldn't get up. "I fucking keep my word!"

He first noticed the dude that tried to step between him and Mason. Fucking idiot. What was he going to do, stop them? With muscles like his?

"Hey, hick," he slurred, swaggering up to him. He grinned at him, almost like a villain from a comic book-- but more like a dude covered in blood thinking that he's tenderized an innocent guy who he's determined to kill. "You're new here, huh? Fuck off." He shoved his right shoulder in an attempt to get him out of the way-- not particularly hard, since he had nothing against the guy. Just hard enough to, like, knock him off of his feet a little.

He turned around and made eye contact with the little kid, and he let out a chuckle. She looked entertained and fascinated, and she should have been-- having a dude slaughter another in front of her was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. The girl beside her, that blonde cheerleader bitch whose name he could never remember, looked to have the exact opposite reaction of the little girl, so he casually called out to her with a, "Hey, silicone girl! Better pay closer attention! You're missing a show! Better than any damn football game! That little kid beside you's got the right idea!"

Somewhere in his high of adrenaline and slight-victory and drunkenness of...well, whatever was in that cup, he came to realize that there was a hand on his shoulder.

His right arm instinctively went back, and his elbow connected with something soft. He only managed to slam his funny bone, and he lowered his arm and whirled around, clutching where he'd hit his funny bone.

When he turned around, he recognized the dude as Mason's brother. He laughed cockily. "So the big bitch boy's little bitch brother decided to come and join the real party, huh? Wanted to come see me pummel your bastard brother, huh?" Drunk, adrenaline-pumped Key had literally no filter, if that wasn't already obvious.

He put his palms on both of his shoulders. "Back off. You don't belong here." He shoved him with all of his might, immediately turning back towards the island, as if he didn't care what happened to Drake after his shove.