pulpfiction
can i get a fucken uhhhhhhhhh
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pulpfiction
can i get a fucken uhhhhhhhhh
The wind slapped at every inch of her body as tendrils of her blonde hair tickled hair face, moving like snakes in the air. It was certainly a windy day, and June was only scarcely prepared with a thick yellow sweater. Otherwise, she was freezing to the bone with her short denim skirt, her legs exposed and covered in goosebumps. Yet amidst the cold weather and lack of coverage to warm her up, June smiled. It was a small smile that only barely reached her eyes, and she was pretty sure she was scared as fuck, but the thought of seeing her very own idols in real life was as exciting as it was scary. June clutched onto her hat to keep it from flying off.
"Idiot." she muttered to herself after a while, realizing she had been waiting out on the porch the whole time, when she could've done so in the comforts of good TV and controlled temperature. With her hand still holding down her hat, June slid the front door open and let herself in, sighing in relief at the immediate warmth. Her eyes momentarily scanned the place before she walked over to the sofa and plopped herself down onto a bed of pillows. When had she last visited this place, anyway? She vaguely remembered a summer full of mosquito bites, volleyball, and visits from distant relatives she did not bother to know the names of. So maybe my memories here as a twelve year old weren't that nice, she thought blandly. She was optimistic enough to dream of changing her perception of the place, at least.
June positioned herself so that she was on her tummy, and quickly slid out her phone from her skirt pocket as she swung her legs back and forth in mid-air. Opening Citrus was almost an immediate reaction whenever June was faced with her phone screen, and she didn't bother to change that habit now. The girl lazily scrolled through her feed, and spared a moment to post a photo of herself she took last week.
here's a semi-old photo of me being an absolute princess, because that's totally what i am. (duh)
]no really, though, i'm stoked as shit!! finally meeting up w/ the citrus squad and i can't not post about it. @ClosetConfidential @secretofkrad @Classy_Rebel @alessrova @TheOxfordComma @#ToniStyles @NoémieButterfly @vinceblake
this also might have been an excuse for me to post a cute picture of myself, but don't mind that.
Once the picture was posted, likes, comments, and shares started showering her notifications like there was no tomorrow. June logged off of Citrus like usual whenever she made a new post, mostly to ignore all the notifications, even when she had the option to silence them herself. June then proceeded to prop herself on the sofa, and turned the television on with a flick of the remote. The TV screen flickered to life, showing an old episode of Mr. Robot. It wasn't like she watched it, though, and it was all she could do not to space out and fixate her eyes on the view outside instead. This was a habit whenever she was distracted, or in this case, distractedly excited. Wild thoughts ran animatedly through her head as she stared out the window, eyes fixed on the crashing waves, although looking at nothing in particular.
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Xed
Running Wild
Antonio glanced at his watch as he sped down the road in the beautiful black Ferrari that he had recently bought with his latest earnings. An unnecessary expense in his parent's eyes but then anything they were against, he usually went for and the Ferrari that was now racing towards the beach house he would be staying at was a beautiful piece of machinery worth every penny he'd spent. A wide grin was plastered on his face as he shifted his shades, enjoying the feel of the wind on his face, blasting chill house music from the car speakers at full volume, thoroughly thrilled at the prospect at being far from home. No endless nagging and questions, no awkward sit downs or cold conversations. Just a house with company that he was looking forward to meeting in real life after getting to know them on Citrus.
He pulled his car to a stop outside a large house and whistled as he stepped out, adjusting his jacket as he walked up to the porch, soaking in the entire view. "Great weather to mark the start of a great day." He knew their hostess was rich but the house really was a beauty and from what he'd seen thus far, he was definitely going to enjoy himself here. Now that he had arrived, his excitement had reached its peak. He had enjoyed himself reading their posts daily and looking at their pics and now he would be spending day after day with them in the flesh in this luxurious looking house no less. No doubt they were all as excited as he was about the meeting maybe more but he was certain that the one everyone was looking forward to meeting the most was him, especially the girls. He rung the doorbell and tapped his foot as he waited, recalling the photographs they had posted of themselves, eager to know who had already arrived being especially excited to meet @alessrova, @closetconfidential and @vinceblake. The girls were all attractive but these two especially caught his attention looks wise and Vincent had seemed like the kind of guy he'd get along with very well from his blog posts but until they actually met and talked, he was just guessing. And if his guess was correct, he was going to love the time he'd spent here.
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ultraviolence
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location : home/car/beach house | with : antonio | outfit :
here
Alessa checked herself out in the mirror of her bedroom. She loved the way she looked most of the time, but was feeling extra confident that day. She was wearing an outfit that would show off her body, but was also extremely cute. Alessa had promised herself that she'd go to sleep early last night so she'd be full of energy for tomorrow. By early, she means staying up until 2 am taking sexy pics instead of 3. Alessa took her phone, headed downstairs, and sat on the couch. It was about time for her to get going. Just as she was scrolling through her Instagram feed, she got a Citrus notification and tapped it almost instantaneously. She was tagged in a really cute picture of her favorite girl in the group. "here's a semi-old photo of me being an absolute princess, because that's totally what i am. (duh) no really, though, i'm stoked as shit!! finally meeting up w/ the citrus squad and i can't not post about it. @ClosetConfidential @secretofkrad @Classy_Rebel @alessrova @TheOxfordComma @#ToniStyles @NoémieButterfly @vinceblakethis also might have been an excuse for me to post a cute picture of myself, but don't mind that." Alessa chuckled softly after reading through it, and decided to just text her instead of commenting. June gets a lot of comments, so Alessa's comment would get buried under all the other comments. "u look so fucking cute in that pic as always tbh. i'm on my way bby. no hitting on all the cute guys until i get there, k? k. ♥♥" she hit send, got off of the couch of her giant living room, and made her way to the kitchen. Once she entered the kitchen, Alessa grabbed an apple and decided to head out. Hopefully she'll get there before everyone, or at least most of the others. Alessa looked around to say bye to her parents, but asu usual, they were nowhere to be found. They'd left her a note on the fridge that said "Have a good vacation - mom & dad". She paused to read it, folded it up, and slipped it into the pocket of her high waist flower patterned shorts. The note wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
After a couple of minutes, Alessa had finished her apple and was ready to head out. She grabbed her suitcases at the front door, and walked outside onto the front porch. Alessa wheeled her bags over to her convertible, and left them next to the back door. She tossed the bags over the door, walked around, and got inside of her car. Before she drove off, she checked her reflection in the mirror. She had her hair down and wavy, and her makeup was perfect. Alessa smiled and gave herself a wink in the mirror before speeding off down the street with her music blasting, as usual.
Once she arrived at the beach house, she unloaded her luggage, and wheeled the two bags up to the front door, standing next to Antonio. He really wasn't her favorite in the group. Sometimes he could be really fun, and at other times he was just the most annoying person in the group to her. They did have their moments, though. Over all, he was pretty chill. Alessa gave him a side smirk and a wave. "Why if it isn't the oh-so-famous pretty boy?" Alessa teased him in a friendly way. "You're- like- hella cute in person. Glad you're not a 47 year old catfish." Alessa chuckled a bit at her own joke. She was so excited to see everyone in person, especially June, Vincent, and Julian. June is one of her best friends both 'irl' and online. As for Vincent and Julian, well, they're just really really hot. The one person she really doesn't want to see is Lukaz. Alessa just thinks he's rude and creepy. She has to give it to him, though. He's one hell of a writer. Another person she was looking forward to seeing was Teddy. They aren't extremely close or anything, but Alessa thinks she's really cool, and hopes that they can become closer after this.
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To June's post, he wrote: "Really digging this picture of you, can't wait to finally meet up with you guys!!"
To Alessa's comment, he replied: "Don't worry, the only cute guy you have to worry about is still on his way
" Vincent smirked as he pressed send at the flirty comment, feeling his heart leap a little at the prospect of finally meeting the people he had spend months talking to, such as Alessa, whom he found very attractive and interesting to talk to. He was also excited to meet June, who he thought was one of the most genuine and kind people he had ever met, as well as Teddy, since their similar personalities had allowed them to become pretty close over the past few months. In addition, he was excited to finally meet Antonio, as their shared love for house music and partying had allowed them to get pretty close. His decision to come to the beach house this summer had been a spontaneous choice of his, but he couldn't think of a better way to spend his lazy sunny days than on a beach with his blogging crew.
Finally, the yellow taxi pulled up onto the black-paved driveway of the luscious beach house. Clad in a white beach tank that emphasized his muscular build and navy shorts to match, Vincent stepped out of the taxi and thanked the driver. Grabbing his luggage from the trunk and slipping on his sunglasses, the tall athlete made his way towards the front door, the hot sun shining down onto his light skin. His hazel eyes admired the amazing scenery that accompanied the beach house, his gaze finally landing on three figures in front of the door. Based off the pictures he had see online, he recognized them as June, Alessa, and Antonio.
"Damn you guys look even better in person," he called out to them as he neared the trio. "Your beach house is sick," Vincent commented to June, still admiring the house he was going to be spending the next three months in. His attention eventually found its way on Alessa, his green eyes admiring her delicate build and soft skin. "And you must be the famous Alessa," he smirked, meeting her bright blue eyes.
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spacepossum
✧ goth prince ✧
Noémie Laure DesRosiers
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@NoémieButterfly | location : car > beach house | with : " me, myself, and moi " > Vincent, Alessa, Antonio, and June | outfit
Noémie was in her car, jamming out to a song by
Lorde
when her phone pinged. A pleasant, chiming sound emitted from her rose gold iPhone6S that sat itself in the cup holder closest to her on her left side. She drove a little further on the highway before finally picking up her phone and looking at it, smiling to herself at the notification in the shape of an orange slice, that being from the
Citrus
app.
@juneybooney
was the user that it was from, and the notification depicted that there was an image attached to the post, and that she was tagged to said post. Noémie placed her phone back into the cup holder and continued to drive. She would look at it when it was an appropriate place to stop driving.
Soon had she found a small turn out area on the road, and drove softly into it. Before she had done that, however, had she been driving another mile or so, and more pings had sounded from her phone. They were in response to what
@juneybooney
had posted that included her, and now Noémie was really intrigued. Maybe it regarded the group and them meeting today? Probably.
Even so, Noémie picked up her phone with her long lavender lacquered nails and pressed the home button on her iPhone6S. She clicked on the notification and it brought her to the
Citrus
app. As the notification had stated, there was indeed an image attached to the post by the
lovely
June April Boone. There was also several responses from a few other users that she knew all too well. Noémie loved to see what her internet friends would say, but also felt a pang of jealousy at the fact that the only two comments were from said internet friends about just how
cute
June was. Sitting in her blue
http://www.imaginelifestyles.com/luxuryliving/wp-content/uploads/blog/files/u2/bleuCentenaire.jpgBugatti Veyron 16.4
http://www.imaginelifestyles.com/luxuryliving/wp-content/uploads/blog/files/u2/bleuCentenaire.jpg, she clenched her empty hand into a fist. Even though they had broken it off a long while ago, Noémie was still not over the adorable blonde.
With a sigh, she put her phone back down into the cup holder and pulled back in the turn out area and pushed down the accelerator and began driving down the road once more. She could
never
forget June, and she had actually been incredibly surprised that she was even invited to the girl's getaway, looking back at their breakup. A
nasty
one, made into a physical fight from Noémie's own horrible temper, was what it was. There was yelling and screaming, and plenty of crying. And she
promised
herself that she was going to get their girl back as her own by the end of their summer getaway.
She looked back at her phone momentarily to retrieve the address of the beach house that June had sent them all via the private messenger on
Citrus
. Using her cellular navigator, Noémie clicked the
route
button and soon pressed
start
. After around thirty minutes or so of driving had she arrived at her destination: a fabulous beach house that one could see even at the entrance of the beach parking lot.
She stepped out of her French Bugatti—which had right hand side steering, mind you, with the steering wheel on the right side rather than the American left—and closed the door behind her. Noémie walked over to the tiny trunk of her sapphire sports car and opened it. She pulled out her pastel pink and purple suitcase and closed the trunk soon after. It was more like a really small compartment in the back of the car's rear seats. It would never be an appropriate car to go camping with, or any event with heavy loading.
Noémie pulled out a pin from the edge of her beige sweater sleeve and stuck the end of it in her mouth. It was an awfully windy day, so she decided that it would be best to pin back some of her hair. She grasped a section of her bangs furthest outwards on the left side of her face and proceeded to twist it. She then took the bobby pin and pinned it back to the side of her head. Noémie did the same with the other side to pin back both sides of her bangs so that they would not be in her face.
She then grabbed the handle of her suitcase and pulled on it, extending it to hip height. Locking her car with a satisfyingly vintage
'bleep'
, she began rolling her suitcase down the pathway to the beach. Her crimson scarf blew in the wind, and only fell back to her chest when she turned herself to the direction of the wind. Noémie spotted four individuals out of the eight that were expected to come to the getaway—that being nine, including her. She walked over to them with her typical mischievous sideways grin—that in which being where the left portion of her lips would raise much higher than her right—and greeted them all with a small wave.
"Oh my gosh you guys!"
Noémie she said to them in her delightfully French accent, as she approached Antonio, Alessa, and Vincent. And June,
of course
.
"Can you believe it? First day at the beach house with all my besties!"
This was not how she
normally
acted, of course. It was all an act: a twisted, cynical act because she was so excited to see her June. She loved the girl, and wanted her back so bad that she would do anything to make her hers again.
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pulpfiction
can i get a fucken uhhhhhhhhh
It wasn't long before June had the itching urge to look at her phone again, and this time she didn't hesitate to scroll through her notifications. Alessa had apparently texted her, telling her not to "hit on all the cute guys" until she got there. As if. June barely had enough courage to ask for ketchup at McDonalds - how could she ever hit on anyone here, especially when they were all known to be that good-looking? Sure, maybe the anxiety had numbed down somewhat due to all of them having gotten to talk online beforehand, but she was still nervous. Besides, Alessa was pretty well-known as the gorgeous one. June was sure the guys would immediately flock to her, and she didn't exactly mind.
"i'll behave, don't worry!! :-)" June tapped send. The familiar ding dong, however, was enough to send June into a fine frenzy. She had not expected them to come so soon, especially when she had arrived only a half hour earlier. Quickly finger-combing her hair in an attempt to fix it, she skipped towards the front door and swung it open. She was relieved to see Alessa, first of all, and smiled at Antonio, who was standing handsomely at the doorstep. How could someone even stand handsomely? June was at a loss for words. The two were even more gorgeous in person, if that was actually possible. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, another figure ran up the steps, revealing himself to be the one and only Vince Blake.
June smiled at Vince's comment. "Perks of being a rich kid," she said blandly and shrugged. She didn't exactly like talking about her wealth, but she threw the comment as casually as she could. Quickly ushering them inside, June quietly stepped beside Alessa and commented, almost embarrassed about what she was going to say, "Cute, huh?" she made a vague gesture towards the guys when they weren't looking, and made what she thought was a cheeky grin. "Take your pick now, or forever hold your peace." She bit the inside of her cheek, and was about to suggest a round-about the house to give them a tour, but stopped clear in her tracks when she heard the undeniable sound of tires against gravel. When she turned her head to look out the window, the parking lot outside was no longer occupied by three vehicles, but four. And the unmistakable blue car in the driveway was what she knew belonged to a certain person she'd rather forget: Noémie DesRosiers.
It might be questionable for someone to invite an ex to a supposedly fun-filled summer get away, but June knew she had to be mature about it. They, after all, had mutual friends who seemed to like her as much as they did June, and it wasn't like she could deprive Noémie of her friends. That would've been unfair, and she knew the girl would've confronted her about it. But she was here now, and as June watched the undeniably pretty girl walk towards them, almost dramatically, too - she realized that maybe she had done the wrong thing in inviting her. It was practically like inviting an ex to a wedding: she was bound to crash it, or make some sort of theatrical act of rebellion that would inevitably ruin the whole thing. That had been one of the many major problems in their relationship, after all: June was always afraid that Noémie would do something unpredictable.
Instead of protesting when the girl entered the household, however, June refrained from making a face when she greeted them. She was just so fake, and it was simply frustrating how convincing she could be to people who didn't know her well enough to know it was all just a front. She knew Noémie always had ulterior motives. She may have realized it too late when they were still together, but she knew now, and made sure to tread lightly around her. June plastered the most genuine smile she could muster, and said, "I'm so glad you guys are here!" to no one in particular. She had definitely meant to say that before her ex had even arrived, but by now her words turned sour in her mouth. She did her best not to look at the girl when she spoke, and cleared her throat before talking again. "You guys wanna do a tour? I'm sure you guys want to put your bags down somewhere, after all."
tagged: (tagging everyone so they could post! not pressuring you guys or anything, since this is slow-paced, but i'd like to keep this thread alive for side roleplaying.) @PlaguedWithInsanity @ultraviolence @Semblance @Xeyran @KaoriMei @Suffocated @SpectroVector @AbstractAnnabella
Zatanna
Born Again
Jaden Tashi Fangio Clark
Jaden frowned hearing the all too familiar sound of his alarm clock. He groaned for a minute before ripping it out of the wall. He glanced up at his calendar and his eyes lit up. Today was the big day. He practically jumped out of bed. He stripped down and hopped into the shower. The water was cold, as usual but sharing a house with so many people it was hard to have hot water unless you woke up early, which Jaden was not going to do. He washed his hair and body and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He smiled at himself in the mirror. "Damn I look good." He said admiring himself and going to his closet. He had an enormous closet full of nice clothes. How you presented yourself was very very VERY important. He wanted to look good for all his friends. He picked out a bro tank, it was black with a picture of a cat that read 'The only pussy I like'. It was one of Jaden's favorite shirts. He slipped on a black hoodie and some acid washed jeans. He finished with his black vans and smiled. He spritzed cologne on himself, and ran some mousse through his hair and styling it. He grabbed his bags and his phone and went down the stairs where the family butler was waiting.
"Hello Jaden. Ready to leave?" he asked taking his bags.
"Yes I am. BYE EVERYBODY." he hollered going outside, and getting in the back of the car. He whipped out his cell phone and went on Citrus. He frowned seeing that June had posted a picture without tagging him, but like everything else it just rolled off of his back. He always felt kind of left out in the group, like he was the odd one out, which was weird for Jaden since he usually fit in everywhere and anywhere. He plugged in his headphones and eventually dozed off. When he woke up from his cat nap they were almost there, Jaden looked out of the window smiling. As soon as they pulled up Jaden got out of the car with his bags and waved goodbye to his driver. He turned around to see some cars already there, he even saw a small gaggle of people. He approached them with a smile. He recognized everyone there was Vincent, Alessa, Antonio, June, and Noémie.
"Hey guys!" He said smiling at everyone, everyone was so much more attractive in person. Jaden always had a crush on Vincent, but he was straight and so was everyone else, so there would probably be no hooking up for him. Allthough maybe he could have a romance, he had a huge huge huge crush on a guy named Julian who he didn't see, but he was pretty much in love with him already.
"Im Jaden or Whore Wagon." He said looking around at everyone. He strived in social situations. He was a social butterfly after all.
( tagged: @PlaguedWithInsanity @ultraviolence @Semblance @Xeyran @KaoriMei @Suffocated @SpectroVector @AbstractAnnabella )
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spectro
dayman
luk looked down at his car. he was in the front seat, facing the steering wheel. he was outside 'the summer house'. he had been for the past twenty or so minutes, going over and over in his head how the whole thing would plan out. he had considered leaving and calling the whole thing off, but he knew that his mother would throw him on the street. no, this was his final chance. if he continued like he did, with obsessions and loneliness, there'd be no coming back. he put his hands in his pockets. his phone was there, and his swiss knife. he wasn't taking any chances. if these people were crazy, then he was prepared. although, the people inside the house were probably better off with a knife now that luk was around.
he thought about his suitcase in the back of his car. did he have everything? clothes. toothbrush. diary. pens. laptop. he already knew he hadn't forgotten anything. both luk and his mother had been through the case several times before he even had breakfast. luke pulled his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his palms on his jeans. it was time to go. he couldn't procrastinate any more. besides, he was pretty sure that everyone was inside now. he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise they'd notice him, sat outside like a creeper. he cracked his neck and looked in over head mirror. he swallowed. he looked deathly pale in the light of the cloudy day. pulling his eyes away, he opened the car door. he felt like he was entering another world. he had to be normal here; he had to resist order and his obsessive ways. he had to start again.
for once, luk's clothes matched the weather. no that he actually left the house much back at home. as he made his way to the trunk of the car, he felt his stomach turn. he didn't want to admit it, but he was scared. and this wasn't a phobia he could look up on the internet, or something he could put a name to. it was just a big black hole that he couldn't fill. and he hated that.
he opened the trunk and pulled out his suitcase. holding the handle, he closed his eyes and let the wind blow his hair about. he needed to just regain his composure. he could do it. he could do. he knew he could. forcing a smile on to his cold, dry lips, he closed the trunk and made his way up to the summer house. as he got closer, he realised just how massive the place was. there were palm trees outside, that were being battered by the wind. it was a daunting thought, the fact that he was going into such a massive, unfamiliar house with strangers. he was scared. and he hated it.
he looked through the windows first, but he couldn't see anyone. it was big house, and they probably couldn't hear his quiet i-don't-actually-want-to-come-in knock. he fought the urge the turn around and leave but decided to take a trip around the front of the house. to his dismay, he found a group of people gathered, chatting and exchanging overly excited gestures. luk felt another wave of sickness. He took in a deep breath and felt sea spray on his face. he looked at the ocean. they were very close to the sea front, which only made luk worry more. he tore his eyes away from the seemingly beautiful view and made his way to the group. there was no going back now. they had already seen him. he pushed his shoulders back and felt something come over him. perhaps confidence. but with luk, that was never a good thing. "Hey, I'm...Luk." his voice was monotone and faint but at least he was trying. he faked a smile and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
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Running Wild
Antonio grinned when he heard the sound of another car pulling up onto the driveway and turned to see Alessa climbing out of her convertible looking as sexy as she always did in the pictures she posted on Citrus. He found himself laughing at her joke as she wheeled her luggage over, noting that she had brought a lot, more than he'd have ever considered bringing. "Even if I were a 47 year old catfish I'd still be a damn good looking one and you know it." The door swung open and June stood in the doorway, Antonio flashing her a confident smile. "Hey June." She was pretty cute dressed in an outfit that reminded him of a cowgirl and was waiting to be invited in when he heard a loud voice complimenting them on their appearance. Antonio glanced behind him still grinning when he saw Vincent walking over, excited to see the athlete. "Oh come on now Vince, no greeting for me?" He asked, feigning hurt as he shook Vincent's hand. The others slowly arrived one by one though some he noted, had yet to make an appearance. "How about a quick one then we kick this gathering off with a party to celebrate our meeting in person?" He'd left his luggage in the car unlike the others so he could leave that for later but now he just wanted to dive right into some action and get the fun started.
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