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Hayden Anderson

Hayden was whistling nonchalantly, attempting to ignore the death glares from medusa who stood at his side. When he heard a familiar voice screaming profanities across the beach, looked up to see Tatum, looking rather pissed off, at some small freshman boy. Normally, Hayden might ignore the problems that Tatum got herself involved with, however, he could see how distressed the small brunette boy looked. He looked close to tears, Hayden was sure he recognized the kid from around Parish Bay, however he couldn't remember his name in that moment.

Hayden coughed awkwardly, "excuse me." As he left AJ by the fire. He was sure she wasn't going to miss his company, not even a little.

Hayden took a few steps away from AJ, before picking up the pace and running down the beach where a small crowd had gathered. "What the fuck are you doing Tatum." Hayden pushed his way in between Tatum and the boy... Oliver! That was his name, the kid that ate his hands on a daily basis.

"Started bullying Parish Bay kids have we? Gotten too board with the nerds that go to Hartbored." Hayden rolled his eyes. "This kid already has enough issues. He doesn't need you tormenting him." Hayden looked over to Oliver gesturing at the length of the boy, who was small and completely full of anxiety, his clothes looked dirty, and like they had been wet multiple times and dried stuck to his body.

He could tell the other freshman that he didn't recognize was holding his eye, while Oliver looked more broken than ever. Hayden heard him mutter a few half words that sounded like, 'accident' 'crab' 'sock' He was a bit confused by the last one, but Oliver had hiccuped mid word and seemed to totally loose any shred of confidence he might of had before he stopped talking completely.(if you could even call it talking...)

"See it was an accident. Now back off, and go hangout with your drunk floozie friends." Hayden wasn't even sure where he had heard that word before, but he was pretty sure it was fitting. How Tatum had so many friends when she could leave someone in the dirt so easily, Hayden would never understand.

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Maxine Rhodes

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Maxine just smirked over the top of her glass as she noticed a pout form on Noemie's face, she looked the girl up and down before turning back to the table for the next round of shots that Tatum poured. Maxine had no problem admitting that she found Noemie to not only be extremely attractive, but she found the senior down right hot. She watched how easily Noemie let her body move to the music, there was something about how effortlessly she could find her rhythm. Maxine found the compulsion to join her very, hard to ignore. For awhile, Maxine crossed one arm, just taking in the beauty that was Noemi.

She bit her bottom lip, swaying herself to the music and the crackling of the fire as she watched this girl get lost in her surroundings.

Maxine watched as the expression on the girl's face changed from worry-less fun, without a care in the word, to someone who seemed to have something bothering her. It was only a thought that seemed to cross her mind for a moment as Maxine quickly realized Noemi was approaching her.

The entire time Maxine had been admiring Noemi from a few feet away. Just enjoying drunken fun with two pretty Hartfield upperclassmen. Maxine's breath caught in her throat as Noemie took her hand in hers once again. Normally Maxine wouldn't put up with being called Maxy, the worst version of her name. But, when a pretty girl was this close to your face, you put up with a bit.

"Meaning to?..." Max let her own voice fade off, tilting her head every so slightly. Maxine had a good idea what the girl wanted to say, but something was obviously holding her back. Maxine just rolled her eyes ever so slightly, rubbing circles with her thumb on the back of Noemi's hand.

All in the matter of a moment, Maxine felt Noemi's hand wrap around Maxine's waist, Maxine's hand instinctively went to Noemi's cheek as Noemi's lips crashed against hers. Noemi pulled back before Maxine could truly realize what had just happened, the small smirk that grew on Noemi's lips caused Maxine to laugh breathlessly, rolling her thumb across her cheek.

There wasn't much time to catch their breath before Noemi's lips found Maxine's once again. Shedropped her hand from Noemi's cheek, wrapping her arms around her neck deepening the kiss, forgetting all about the whale they had saved, totally oblivious to the turmoil that was happening just a hundred yards down the beach from them. The only thing Maxine could care about was the cinnamon flavored lips on hers from the cider they had enjoyed early that night.

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LOCATION: Beach

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Meera Desai

Be a little clumsy.

“We did it! We made it!” Meera folded over her knees, laughing through her coarse breathing, a chill blowing a few dark strands to butterfly over the peaked point of her nose and her grinning lips, “This-this I will remember forever.”

Their night escapade occurred in the absence of the majority. Hypnotized by the ocean, the stars dashed away, shaking off their infrequent sparks to charitably keep in the quilt of the sky above the duo. The moon, beguiled by the same passion, had dropped by only a mild waxen glow in the blackout for them. Shutters of time were never so terminally tangled. Cobbled a hickory roof and jumped it— Graham Moore was a boy who had all her heartstrings. It could have all been a pipe dream. Nevertheless, none of her dreams would recreate Graham Moore’s shaky smile as she volleyed her head back while bunglingly dangling from the tree in her front yard like a waving orangutan. She couldn’t make up the change from grit of bark shavings to smooth hands. Later, they were two runners in rhyme with the wind; her skin tingled underneath with rapids of adrenaline, the force of their hard run watering her eyes.

“G-Graham! Graham! L-Look out!” Her infant shout was trampled together with stutters and confusion.

Something heavy punctured Graham squarely rooting for his eye. Meera rushed to the ground to where he crumbled like an actor of tragedy, hands desperately in reach to try to nurse whatever happened to him. She had been able to hear the pulse of his heartbeat as her ear craned over his chest. He was alive. He was alive! She was again in antagonism with her timing because he was lifted by the hem of his collar by another boy. Empty sand fisted through her knuckles.

“Let go of him,” Meera urged, though she found it hard to swallow, “He is hurt!”

What could she even do?

Suddenly, she experienced an epiphany. Quickly, she began taking off a single of her flamingo-printed flip flops, the bendable fiber a perfect, spongy weapon. The flip flop was almost thrown into a trajectory when she heard Graham murmur in a scratchy tenor, “It’s okay.” Somehow her arm numbed, and found herself standing besides Graham as two older kids listed in arguments.

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[Dak]

Ryan Hayewood Gustavo​

After mulling around on twitter, Ryan had screwed around town. He didn't even care about the beach or the whale or even the town for that matter. Everyone can go right to hell for all he cared. He hated the town, he hated the people, and he hated his fucking life. Sometimes he would walk past a bridge whenever he's out of the house. He would get close to the edge, sometimes even going on the other side of the railing and sit on the ledge. It wasn't a far drop, but the river would swallow him up. No one would miss him, but that didn't matter. Not like anyone would miss him, other than maybe his mother. He contemplated it, but not this time. who would keep the balance of the school. Some freshman would probably think he was hot shit and start messing with what Ryan had built. He managed a delicate ecosystem. No one was going to be taking that from him.

He walked around for a while. The cafe where everyone would go. Ryan had seen dreams of that place going up in flames, along with the school. That place was a joke. Just because you had money meant you were going to get a "Better" education was plain bullshit. He knew that if he went to Parish bay they would learn the same things as Hartfield. He trudged on through the town trying to find something to do.

It was at this moment he had found his way to the beach. The clean up was done, and there was even a party going on. Ryan didn't care to join them. He went down to the part of the shore where the ocean and sand met. This is where some stupid sad music would come in and Ryan would think about all the wrong he did and make a promise to change. Yeah right, this isn't some sappy show like Riverdale or some bullshit like that. If anything Ryan was ready to beat someone's ass. He just needed to find someone.

He waited and waited and waited. He was honestly surprised no one came over to him to look and see who he was. Then again, Ryan didn't really give a fuck about that. That was when he heard it. Some poor kid was having a conniption. He looked over and it was a kid crying about a crab. That really pissed Ryan off.

Ryan marched over to the kid. "You parish assholes are all the same. Loud. Disturbing the peace... Pissing me off." He stood right in front of the kid. "That was a mistake." He said grabbing the kid by the collar. The first hit was Ryan's knee to the kid's ribs. A crack could be heard. The next one was a left handed upper cut. After came a flying elbow to the right side of the face of the kid. Then a headbutt. Ryan had pulled his left fist back. Finally he had dropped the kid, while he was falling, Ryan brought his fist, with full force against the kid's right eye. Sending him sailing back.

After he walked over, shoving people out of his way, in view of everyone, to right in front of Tatum. "If you want my crown, then be ready to fucking die...." It was at that moment that Hayden walked over. "You want some to bitch boy? Cause I got more for you." The air was tense. Ryan was ready to take on the whole party at that second. It didn't matter how many people were there. He was ready to beat some ass. Ryan's attention turned back to Tatum. "...See that kid, it will be ten times worse for you, and that isn't a threat. That's a promise." He walked away from the group. Pushing people out of the way.

After Ryan had walked away from the crowd, he felt something wet running down his shirt. He looked down and noticed that his shirt had blood running down his shirt. That little fucker must have stabbed him. Ryan put pressure on the wound and started to walk home. He was going to have to sneak into his own house to patch himself up. He didn't want to see his mother while he was covered in blood.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: ...
location: The Beach
❛ interaction ❜ The Disaster Troupe Dazzle Dak Elf_Ruler

✦ OLIVER DREYFUSS ✦

Ryan grabbed the front of Oliver's hoodie, lifting the small teen up onto the tips of his toes."That was a mistake." The hiss in Ryan's livid voice told Oliver everything he needed to know. He'd heard that tone before so many times. Too many times. It meant he'd done something he couldn't apologize for: turned up late, broke a dish, got upset, had a nightmare, stayed around too long and wore on someone's patience.
It meant he was about to get hurt. Badly.

He had roughly 0.3 seconds to seize the element of surprise and defend himself. There was no way he could fight back against someone Ryan's size, especially in his already compromised position, so his first move would be his only chance. Luckily, Oliver had long-since learned to come prepared for moments like these. He always had a last ditch defense at his fingertips.

Oliver barely had time to dive his hand into his pocket and click open his blade before Ryan's knee hit his chest with a sickening crack, just as Oliver flashed the knife forward. He could only pray it had cut into his assailant before his delicate ribs splintered. He had no air to scream with. He buckled and went limp as the blows kept landing, only kept upright by Ryan's fist at his collar. An elbow to his jaw sent the boy's head jerking so sharply to the side he could've easily snapped his neck, then Ryan's head bashed into the side of his own and that was when everything went dark.

Oliver hit the sand eyes-open, crumpled on his side. Blood leaked from his nose and mouth, and he gave a harsh cough that sent up three of his back teeth and another splash of blood. He twitched and convulsed for a few seconds, eyes rolling back in their sockets before they fluttered closed and he was still.

He was breathing, but not well. His chest contracted sharply with each uneven gasp, any air he took in seeming to disappear inside him and never come out properly. The only good thing that could be said of his condition, though, was that he was breathing at all. Other than that he wasn't moving. He had a white ashen complexion, locks of his dark hair falling over his face and obscuring his vacant half-closed eyes. His skin had gone cold to the touch, a bluish tint over his lips and fingernails suggesting shock.

His left hand lay at his side, feebly closed around a bloodied switchblade.
For once, the blood wasn't his own.

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[Dak]

Jack Hamilton

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Jack smiled, Juliet was no longer sad. He liked it when she smiled. He followed her, one because she was holding his hand, the second was because she was drunk and drunk people shouldn’t be left alone. They tend to make bad decisions. Jack didn’t want to see Juliet make any more bad decisions. He just wanted to see her smile and have a good time. It’s also what Jack wanted too, but more so for Juliet.

When she stopped and turned around and bowed, asking Jack if he wanted to dance in a horrible english accent, Jack chuckled a little. He curtsied and with an equally awful english accent he said. “Why thank you, milord, I would love a dance.” He said before letting Juliet take the lead and started to dance. Jack honestly was a bad dancer. He was more of a sit back relax and watch over type of person.

Being that Jack wasn’t even close to being drunk, maybe a bit buzzed was good. If he was farther gone, like Juliet then he would be throwing up with the twirls and moving around. He was having a good time. When she fell onto the ground. Jack laid down next to her. He took in the sounds and the smells. After a few minutes, he slowly got up and gave her a hand up.

That was when Jack noticed some poor kid getting beat up by someone. Jack stood in front of Juliet. If that guy came over to Juliet he was going to have to get past Jack. Now Jack wasn’t the biggest guy or the strongest, but Juliet was very drunk and Jack didn’t want her to see it. “Stay behind me.” Jack said to Juliet.

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As Tatum yelled at Oliver, she heard her name being called by a voice she could have cared less about. Hayden Anderson. The boy who made her feel like she was worth nothing, who made her feel like she wasn’t worth anyone’s time. As she felt him closer in her space, she turned her attention away from Oliver and towards Hayden, “Do you see what he did to Graham, and the way he was holding him?” She had motioned towards the fact that Oliver had been holding Graham by the collar of his shirt, “And me bullying a kid like him? That’s rich coming from you.” She could feel him guiding her just a little away from the chaos and Tatum had pushed his hands away from her, “You have no right to even care about what I do or who the hell I protect.” She was ready to push him and continue to yell at him, “Don’t call my friends floozies, just because I hurt your ego because you couldn’t care about me doesn’t give you a right to treat my friends like that. What even is your problem? You abandoned me. You. Left. Me. Ignored me so maybe you should keep doing that. It’s the only thing you’re actually good at. Being a shitty boyfriend and person.”

It was in that moment that she had seen Ryan coming towards her. Fuck. Her mind was to foggy to fight him off, but she was going to try, her hands had balled into a fist and she felt herself shaking in fear, but she wasn’t going to back down, she couldn’t back down. But, right in that moment she felt Hayden step between Ryan and her. What was he doing? Why did it matter if Ryan hurt her? He never cared before. But as soon as he appeared, he was gone, “I don’t need you getting in the way of my fights. You only care about your school after all so maybe you should go deal with that.” Tatum was grateful and relieved that Ryan hadn’t hurt her, but she wasn’t about to let Hayden have any satisfaction when all he had ever been was mean to her. When all he had ever done was nothing up until now, “You don’t get to be a hero when for an entire year you did nothing for me. So why don’t you fuck off and go bother someone who wants your attention.” She gave him a small push away from her, she didn’t want to deal with him and whatever his attitude was.

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MOOD: Knight in Liquor Armor
location: The Beach
❛ interaction ❜ Hayden, Tatum Dazzle Elf_Ruler

✦ IVY DAWKINS ✦

Ivy had stayed slumped by the drinks table, talking mostly to herself and sending out incoherent taunts on social media as she watched people come and go through the crowd, slowly becoming more scattered and spread out. She'd seen Tatum wander off, who she'd been watching religiously for the past several minutes. Somehow seeing the back of the private school girl's blonde head sent a surge of urgency through Ivy, bringing her up onto her bare feet with a sudden need to follow after her. No way was she just going to camp here and watch those other girls make out. Boring.

Tottering across the beach with a glass bottle of clear liquor still grasped in her hand, she passed one of the smaller boys lying prone on the sand. She wasn't sure how she recognized him... was it the bite marks on his hands, or just the fact that he was passed out on the ground? Either way, it was definitely Oliver. It was tough not to learn names and faces at such a small school, but god, she swore that something was just wrong with that guy's head.
She didn't think anything of the fact that he was unconscious. It wasn't that suspicious, and she didn't stay to look long enough to notice he was bleeding from the mouth.

She had much more interesting ways to spend her time than watching someone take an anxiety nap.

She found Tatum again just a little way's off, yelling at some guy Ivy didn't know but was fairly certain she'd seen walking around the dessicated, mildewy halls of Parish Bay High School. One of the football guys, maybe? Probably. He had the build. Anyway, she didn't give a rat's ass who he was. He'd messed with the wrong Tater Tot.

Ivy stumbled to Tatum's side, brandishing her half-empty bottle at the boy in a vaguely threatening gesture (as if anything could look threatening from a 5-foot-tall drunk girl with no shoes on). "Tadum's got better things to do than whaddever thith is." She slurred, digging her heels into the sand for balance. She latched onto the last part of what Tatum had said. "You... are a schiddy boyfrien'." She twirled the bottle in her hand like a baton, continuing. "You concussed fuckin' foosball man. You smell like packing peanuts. Your face isth like... you look like a randomized Sim. You looks like you peaked in 5th grade." And she just kept going, each insult more bizarre than the first. She really didn't know why she was so hellbent on sticking up for Tatum, to be honest. Tatum and Wendy were way cooler than any of the PBHS kids had ever been. Even Evie was deliciously entertaining. Even Ryan had his moments of amusing schadenfreude. The public school kids were just sad. Sad, wimpy and trudging along towards their gloomy futures.

Moments like these made Ivy wonder why the hell the foster system didn't use all that money they got to just send their wards to private school. That would be way better for Ivy's dubious chance at an adult life than whatever lame-ass family they'd shunt her in with.

Or, you know, maybe she just wanted more chances to follow Tatum around.

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Oliver was leaving. Where was he going? Probably headed home. Vered felt like the scum of the earth. He'd really fucked up the night, with that stunt he'd pulled at the Sleeping Hedgehog. He'd be shocked if either of his new friends ever wanted to speak to him again, frankly. But as he was stewing in self-pity, something happened and he didn't know what.

Oliver was crying out in terror. Vered recognized it from his psychology books. Panic attack. He was about to run in when suddenly Tatum (that blonde girl from HA) started absolutely screaming at him, with a bruised young man in tow. Did Oliver do that?

"It was an accident, alright?! Don't yell at him, what's wrong with you?!" He scolded like a disappointed father, despite being so much younger than everyone else. "He's clearly having a panic attack and you come in and scream at him? Don't you have any shame? You--" Then he heard it. The brute footsteps of Ryan Haywood. Much bigger than Vered could've pictured, and out for blood. Vered stood dumbly as he watched his friend be pummeled to shit, feeling completely useless. Oliver looked like a corpse, but the red-stained blade in his hand suggested that he got one nick in the huge oaf. Vered would've smiled if he wasn't both terrified and angry as hell.

"Oh my god. Oh..." His mouth formed around words that he couldn't say. In a moment of uncertainty, he shed his t-shirt and handed it to Oliver. "Wrap- wrap this around, like a bandage..." He felt completely useless in the moment, but knew calling medical workers would do no good. "Oh Christ..."

He wiped the sweat and tears off of his face, looking even tinier without his shirt on.

Ryan was gone.

He'd wanted to really, really tear that fucker a new one. He growled in rage, looking feeble and feral and distressed. "Come back!" He shouted into the night, "I'm not done with you!" But it was too late. Ryan was gone gone. Vered was as red as his namesake ('rose') and twice as prickly. This was his fault. He'd decided to go to this party. He'd take a lifetime of nagging from Evie over this.

Thinking as fast as he could, he grabbed the remains of that expensive bourbon Wendy brought with her and ran back. "Okay, Oliver, listen, I'm- I'm going to use this as a disinfectant but it's really going to sting so if you have any open wounds can you just, show me, really quick..." He sniffled. "I'm sorry."

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[Dede]

Stu

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Did— did she just call his pride and joy a “little nugget™”?!?!?!!

Oh, his blood was boiling. Of all the insults she could have lobbed at him, she had to go and attack his MANHOOD!! Well, Gieienveive had drawn first blood, and Stu wasn’t one to take an insult lying down. He was already having the worst day so why not top it off with a good old squabble?

He marched right up to her face, battle-ready. It was a long time coming. Gievievieve and Stu had been stepping on each other’s toes all day long, and their final showdown was well overdue. Plus, she'd caught him in the worst mood possible. From getting slapped in the face by a whale in the morning, to getting his backpack stolen to that whole episode at the Sleeping Hedgehog, and to getting caught peeing on the beach by a girl. This boy was a walking timebomb at this point, and it wouldn't take much to set him off.

‘Yeah, but you’re not even a woman are you?’ he said, as smugly as he could manage. ‘No girl ever dresses like that. Not any girls I know.’

(Not that he knew any girls.)

But then Gieiveneve had the audacity to call him a nerd. Oh, the nerve!!

‘What the hell? I’m NOT a nerd!’ he barked back emphatically. Of course he wasn’t, he was way too stupid to qualify as one. He didn’t even wear glasses! ‘And we don’t go to the bathroom together. Not like you and your girlfriend. So speak for yourself!!’

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[Dazzle]

Hayden Anderson

"Do you see the kid in front of you?" Hayden raised his eyebrows, questioning Tatum's accusation against Oliver. "He can't even keep eye contact during a conversation, what makes you think he could give someone a black eye, on purpose." Hayden was annoyed, more so with Tatum continuing to degrade Hayden, when all he was trying to was keep her from ending up in jail for the night. She didn't need to get blamed for Oliver's appearance, he already looked like he climbed out of the ocean a few too many times. "You've had too many Tatum, you're starting to see things." Hayden dropped his head, shaking it in disbelief. He wasn't sure why he was surprised, but even so he

He took her from what she had considered a 'fight', Hayden was hoping to catch one of her friends' eyes, or honestly anyone that could take Tatum down a notch. He knew he was not the person for that job, but no one came. He continued to let her beat down of how horrible he was, and continued to be roll off his back. He knew that she meant it, but Tatum was drunk and there was no point to fight her on her opinions.

The one person that may have joined the two schools together came strolling around the corner, late to the party, late to the clean up, late to being invited. Hayden rolled his eyes wondering what kind of trouble Ryan was about to cause. Ryan was the least liked in town, he caused fights where they weren't needed, and hurt people with no reason given. He went straight for Tatum, and without thinking about it, Hayden stepped in between them.

His glare went dark, he didn't move, if Ryan tried to fight Hayden would go to jail over kicking his ass. He was over all the torment Ryan put every kid through, through with all the threats that he pulled on a daily basis. The attacks that came out of nowhere, with no explanation, when nothing was directed towards Ryan.

Hayden waited for Ryan to back down, and surprisingly he did so with only a small retort. Turning around, he left the beach without another word.

Hayden brought his attention back to Tatum, "Fuck you Tatum." He rolled his neck, just shocked by the ego on her. But he shouldn't have been surprised. He knew her better than that once before. "You wouldn't have survived that fight." He said plainly.

Some small goblin came up out of nowhere to back Tatum up, in all her glory, even the queen of Hartfield had Parish Bay followers. What. A. Surprise. "I'm not her boyfriend." That was about all he could understand from the gothic, I hate the world, wanna be trendsetter.

Hayden continued to listen to all of the insults coming his way, standing there, just nodding his head. It wasn't like he had just saved Tatum from a night in the hospital or anything. Or a nice bruise like the boy crying in the corner, he looked over again to see that in their distraction they had completely missed Oliver being mauled. And the Hartfield mascot or something had just continued to cry over his bruised eye or.. something.

'Fuck' Hayden whispered under his breath. He looked to Tatum and could see that she was about to blow, in her state of mind she hadn't noticed that Hayden's eyes had changed focus from Tatum, to Oliver, who looked close to dead.

Tatum began to go off on how Hayden wasn't the hero.

"Fuck Tatum." He yelled over her, so everyone could hear. "You keep saying I'm not the hero, or I was a shitty boyfriend."

"But I don't see Zach here protecting you." Hayden sighed, taking in a large breath of air. He had held this in for so long, Tatum was never aware of most things that had happened in the year they dated. They were freshman after all, what did they truly know about relationships.

"You can keep thinking what you want about me, about how horrible I was to you." Hayden's voice never wavered. "But my Mother was fucking dying, so yea, I put her before you."

"But keep telling everyone how horrible I was to you, how I put school first." Hayden walked down towards the shore, and scooped up the barely breathing Oliver, hoping there wasn't any spinal damage. "Have a great life, Tatum." He walked past her without even taking his attention away from the boardwalk, Hayden marched across the sand, his only mission was to now get the little nerd help.

Out of nowhere, Harper came running over to Hayden, she joined him at his side matching his pace. Quietly, she checked in with her brother as she had heard everything he said to Tatum, unlocking her car they slid Oliver into the back seat carefully, driving him to the hospital.

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MOOD: Vibing
location: The Beach
❛ interaction ❜ Hayden, Tatum, Dazzle Elf_Ruler

✦ IVY DAWKINS ✦

After a few parting remarks, it seemed like the boy had finally had enough of Tatum. Ignoring both Ivy and the tiny boy who had come out of nowhere to aid in chastising the blonde, he stalked off into the night. Ivy flipped him a double bird as he departed, watching him stop as if to turn around and come back only to lift the unconscious kid into his arms and keep walking.

"Thash right! Walk away, you duck-footed bitch boy!" Ivy called triumphantly after Hayden, despite not really having contributed anything to the situation at all. She tossed back another ill-advised swig from her bottle, offering a high-five to Tatum before awkwardly transitioning into a finger-gun.

Tatum looked kind of upset. Even the incredibly fucked up Ivy could tell that. The blonde sank down onto the sand without a word, and Ivy followed suit, plunking down next to her and leaning in just a little bit too close.

She looked to the bottle in her hand, wondering if Tatum would like to drown her woes in some... whatever this stuff was. Tatum was also pretty drunk. Maybe not as drunk, but almost. Perhaps Tatum just wanted to take a break from everything for a moment, but Ivy wasn't one to let people ruminate in silence.

"Hey. Heyyyy. 'Dadum. Tater. Tatum." She nagged, sloshing the bottle around in her hands. "All the assholes are leaving. Iss their bedtime or something. Ryan... boyfriend..." she counted them on her fingers even though she was only listing 2 people, holding up her 2 fingers proudly. "Thass 2 whole assholes." She took another shot, but this time grimaced at the taste. "I want juishe or something. Make this a lil' bid easier..." She broke out into a fit of giggles, setting the bottle down between her and Tatum in case Tatum wanted any. She couldn't be done, right? Ivy hit her reasonable limit maybe 20 minutes ago and was still going. "So what made you pick himb? He seems... like if a cardboard cutout..." She trailed off for a few seconds, leaning back and waving her fingers in the air before continuing on a completely different train of thought. "Yoooo, the air tastes like salt. Here. Take a deep breathsh in..." Clearly, whoever was conducting Ivy's thought trains was also drunk.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum had ignored most of what Hayden had said about how she would have lost to Ryan, which was probably true, but she didn’t want the help of him, she didn’t want anything from him, she had done fine without him and had avoided him over the past year. But that was when Hayden dropped a bomb on her. His mom died? He never said anything to her when they were dating even though she had always asked him how his day was and how home was. She had known his father was difficult, but he had never spoke of him mom and now she knew why. He had walked past her, and she stood in shock. Why hadn’t he said anything? Why keep it a secret? All she could do was stay rooted in her spot, though she couldn’t remember exactly when she sat down. Tatum remembered a lot about their relationship, and she had wanted to end everything on good terms, and really, she had tried but she was young. Yet, Hayden had always made her out to be the bad guy and she never knew about his mom. Of course he was busy if his mom had been dying and Tatum could only feel like the biggest idiot and biggest ass ever. If she had known, would she be with Zach? Would she be with him? Her head felt as if it were spinning with thoughts.

Tatum shook her head once she realized Ivy was sitting next to her, “Ex-boyfriend.” She corrected. Hayden hadn’t been her boyfriend for well over a year, not since the end of her freshman year. She remembered when they started dating and she really really liked him. He had always seemed like he cared and then he just stopped, and she had tried time and time again to get him to spend time with her and he used the same excuse, that he was too busy. She offered to go to his house, go to her house, do stuff on the weekend and he never did, and she felt abandoned. So, she gave up. She broke up with him and she ended up becoming closer to Zach. Ivy’s words brought her back to reality and she shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle between them, “At one point he made me happy. I liked him because I didn’t feel alone and then I did.” Tatum hated talking about her feelings with most people.

It made her realize why she came to all these parties and got drunk, to feel like she belonged. Her dad was always gone, her mom was basically non-existent once her dad left, and that left her to be alone. She wanted to feel like she wasn’t alone but here she was. Noemie was making out with Maxine, Isa was busy with someone, Zach and Colby were being boys, and Ian had been roped into helping Liz and that meant Tatum was alone with someone she barely knew. Tatum took a larger gulp as the liquid burned down her throat. Her glazed eyes looked back to the small brunette, “Why do you care why I dated him or who I’m dating?” It really didn’t matter who she dated as long as she was happy, right?

Mention(s): Dazzle
Interaction(s): Chimney Swift

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Playing Counselor
location: The Beach
❛ interaction ❜ Tatum Elf_Ruler

✦ IVY DAWKINS ✦

"I care becaushze I want you to be happy. A potato needs... good condimenths. That man is expired maynonaise. That is... what he smells like." Ivy cooed almost incoherently, taking her bottle in her hands and tilting it back into her mouth for one more time too many. "You don't date people because you don't wanna be alone. Thatsh stupid. Whaddever gave you that idea? Somethimes... It's better to be alone-ish" She pointed across the beach, back towards the bonfire, where Noémie and Maxine were still lip-locked in the orange glow of the flames. "Like thad." She smirked knowingly, tossing her hair behind her shoulders. "Iss shit like that that you regreddin the morning."

In truth, she hardly cared what boys Tatum had whiled her days away with in the past. It was just something to talk about. Ivy was always quite bad at taking her own advice-- she was only doing this so she wouldn't have to be alone.

Ivy knew next to nothing of relationships. Fresh out of middle school, the people she called her girlfriends were little more than haphazard experiments that fizzled out as quickly as they started. And as far as she was concerned, that was all there was to it. The trick was not to get involved emotionally. Let the other person be the one crying with a bowl of ice cream at 2 AM.

Clearly, though, there was more to it for Tatum. He made her happy? Really? How could he make her happy and have been a shitty boyfriend? The nuance was lost on the drunk freshman.

"You're doing the right things, though." She added in after a short silence. "Go to parties, have friends, do whatever it issh you private school kids do. Don't dwell. He's nod worth it." She found herself watching the party again, which had devolved into a chaotic smattering of fights, crying, hormones and people who were very much too drunk to be unsupervised. It was kind of funny in a sad sort of way, that this was the only thing that brought a spark of light into the desolation of small-town adolescence. That life just wasn't entertaining enough to be bearable without tricking your brain with substances and chaos. That was as true for Ivy as it was for any one of them out there.

Eager to keep the dwindling conversation alight, she switched gears. "So you know Evie, right? You both go to that ricsh people school. What a killjoy, right? So dead inshide that she goes off to make out with Neck Tie Trash Boy... fuckin wow." It was anyone's guess how Ivy knew that's who Evie was with. They had both wandered off in the same direction around the same time, but... They could be anywhere doing anything. "It musth be really sad to be a nerd."

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[sunnieside]

mood

curious

location

Beach

outfit

party outfit

tags

Dak Jack; Elf_Ruler Tatum Mentions: Chimney Swift Ivey

juliet everett

Juliet was sure she typed “central nervous system” and not “service system.” What even is a service system? Mail? Some guy said that she was probably talking about the mailing system. She corrected herself once more on Twitter but ended up butchering the words even more. She sighed in disappointment as Jack helped her up, hopefully he didn’t think that sigh was towards him. When she got up, she heard the sounds of yelling and thumping..? Was it thumping? Before Juliet could investigate what was happening, Jack got in front of her and told her she needed to stay behind him.

Why did she need to stand behind Jack? She did remember that this Max kid saying something about how there’s this other guy looking like he got hit by a car. Oh my gosh, is that where the thumping came from? She stood on her tip-toes to scan the area and didn’t see a car. Juliet sighed in relief, maybe the boy didn’t get hit by a car. Or maybe it’s because Jack was so tall, that she could hardly see anything. Who knows. Juliet tapped on his shoulder, “I...want to see what’s happening..!”

Juliet wobbled to the side and hobbled closer to the scene. Whatever that sound was coming from, it seemed like the source of it was gone. All there was left were Tatertot, goblin girl who isn’t afraid to speak her mind, and a guy carrying a dead body. Oh my God, was there a murder??? Juliet shook her head and remembered if there was a murder, the cops would’ve been here by now and Twitter would have been blowing up. Hopefully, that kid is okay. Juliet wanted to donate her clothes to the kid. She nodded to herself, once she figured out who that injured kid is, she will give him her bag of clothes! Juliet smiled and slurred, “I’m going to ask Tater...tot.. and goblin girl... what happened.”

She giggled referring the goblin girl as a goblin, maybe she seems nice. Honestly, Juliet admired that girl who can speak her mind. It’s pretty brave to be able to have the confidence to speak your mind. It’s something Juliet aspired to be. To be somebody that’s not unashamed to be themselves. To be able to come out of their shell. To not be afraid of people constantly leave them. This goblin girl seems like the person Juliet wanted to be. Juliet swayed as she focused on walking towards the two girls. She stretched her arms outward to control her balance as she slowly put one foot in front of the other. Scrunching her eyebrows, Juliet murmured, “One...two..one...two...”

Finally she reached the two girls to overhear both of them talking about something deep. Should Juliet interrupt them? But she wants to know what happened and maybe she can make them feel better somehow. The last thing Juliet heard them say was how Tatertot said that she liked this somebody because he made her feel not lonely but then she became lonely. She plopped on the other side of the girl, “...do you..not..feel content with yourself..?”

Juliet blushed. She wasn’t close with this girl so she had no place that she can give this Tatertot advice. Plus, Tatum(?) had no idea who Juliet was. Maybe it’s because Juliet felt the same way: not feeling content with herself.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Agonized
location: The Hospital --> The Dreyfuss Residence
❛ interaction ❜

✦ OLIVER DREYFUSS ✦

For a long time, Oliver was sucked under into a cold, dreamless unconsciousness. Occasionally he would cough, or gasp, his fingers would twitch or his eyelids would flutter... but he remained unresponsive as Hayden carried him to Harper's car and they drove him to the hospital. He wouldn't begin to wake up until deeper into the night.

Slowly, little by little, sensations began to float back to the surface. Something pressed against his face, distant voices, cold air filling his lungs…
Pain. Horrible, familiar pain.

He woke up to a splitting headache and painfully loud ringing in his ears, in the blindingly white light of a hospital room, with a patch of gauze on his cheek and a thin plastic tube in the side of his chest. This again? Unfortunately, Oliver was quite familiar with this procedure. It was not the first time he'd punctured this lung, which was probably why it succumbed so quickly to a second pneumothorax. At least this time, he'd been unconscious when it went in.

His eyes burned from the light and immediately started to tear up. The inside of mouth felt weird and tasted like alcohol. He tried to lift his head, but a sharp stabbing sensation in his forehead forced him to drop back down. What even happened? He'd just been on the beach, with Vered and Stu and Ashley, and then-- nothing. How long had it been since…

Ryan.

That was it. It all came flooding back. Ryan had made good on his threats, and no one had been there to stop him. Panic dug into Oliver's aching brain-- were Stu and Vered safe, or had Ryan...? The thought that something had happened to them was unbearable. The thought that they could be here somewhere in this hospital too, broken and bleeding, comatose or worse. Oliver at least had learned to carry a knife with him. Stu and Vered were even tinier than he was, and had probably never been jumped in their lives...

Out in the hallway, just outside the partially-open door, Oliver could hear a pair of women in hushed conversation. Barely able to move and desperate to think of something other than imagining his friend's gruesome fates, he listened.

"The damage isn't consistent with a fall. It looks like he was hit with a--"

"He fell on the rocks at the beach. He doesn't understand… he climbs things. I swear he just can't be controlled. I'd put a leash on the kid if I could."

A low, flutey laugh echoed in the hall, twisting Oliver's stomach in knots.
His mother.
They must have called her when he arrived. She was doing that act again, that same old trick she was so damn good at: playing the kind, beleaguered mother of a disabled and irresponsible son. Won them over every time. It worked on his teachers, the police, the hospital…

"We'd like to keep him a few days to monitor his lung. His oxygen levels look fine, but--"

"I'm bringing him home."

"We advise--"

"Hand me the discharge sheet. Trust me, he'll only hurt himself more if he stays. Just wait, he'll yank that tube right out, or he'll fall. I'll take time off work to watch him. He needs eyes on him 24/7. He's stable? Good. He's coming home."

And that was that. The doctor came back in, and unhooked him from the tubes, his mother handed him a fresh set of clothes. The doctor gave them a bottle of painkillers; Oliver's mother tucked them in her purse and that would be the last Oliver would see of them. They checked out and left in silence.

The walk back to the east side of town was excruciatingly long. Still dizzy and short of breath, Oliver found himself being dragged roughly by his arm, hardly able to stay on his feet. He got sick four different times. He counted. At some point he must have passed out, since 47 minutes later he found himself thrown back onto his bed (really, just a mattress on the floor in a room that was once a walk-in closet). Breathing was an exhausting effort. He could hear the radiator creaking, some sort of dripping sound from the pipes in the walls, and his sisters quietly talking in another room... and that was how he knew he was home.

The 3rd floor flat at 112 Bowden Street above the drugstore was a cold and cramped place, but it had a certain tidiness to it. Even Oliver's makeshift little room, devoid of even a proper bedframe, was clean and well-organized. From his small stack of books to the old floor lamp, everything was carefully set into place. Despite its claustrophobic confines, the whole home had a stiff, unwelcoming perfection not unlike a dollhouse.

Its inhabitants were another matter entirely. Oliver's clutching, acid-tongued mother aside, there were his three sisters: two older, one younger, all three of them as somber and withdrawn as ghosts. Perhaps the only thing sparing Oliver from adopting this same persona was the fact that he simply didn't understand that it was what kept them from incurring the same wrath he got. His sisters were smart: they knew that their brother's nervous sensitivity drew him dangerous negative attention.

As for his current injuries: He wasn't going to die, that much he knew. He'd wake up tomorrow same as always, find somewhere, something to do, anything to keep himself out of this god-forsaken birdcage of an apartment. Stu's father was running the soup kitchen… could he stay on his feet long enough to do that? Maybe not, but he certainly wasn't going to get the rest he needed if he stayed here. Besides: he was desperate to know that Stu and Vered were alright.

For now, though, all he could do was bottle up the worries and discomfort and avail himself of the few hours of fitful sleep he'd been offered.

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[Dazzle]

Graham Moore

Spoiler: Big Gif of Graham Broken

Graham was still trying to process everything that had happened in the past 5 minutes. He could feel his eye swelling shut, the boy that had held him up by the collar was suddenly gone. Graham felt his way to the ground, sitting down a little too close to the shore. Meera was grabbing his face and turning it all around checking him over. A part of Graham loved the attention, another part of Graham really just wanted to go home. Go back to Anchor Bay, Hartfield was already a lot more than he expected.

Graham could hear a lot of comotion happening in front of him, but he couldn't see it, one eye swelled shut and the other one watering like crazy.(At least the watering eye covered the tears from the pain he was feeling.) Anything he could see was blurry. There was some yelling of a girl, blonde? Maybe.. It was really dark. She seemed to be yelling at the boy who had accidentally hit Graham with... A rock? Maybe, he wasn't entirely sure.

But the girls voice stopped and a deeper voiced person came up telling her to stop, but they moved out of Graham's limited vision rather quickly. Graham started to get up, when someone else approached. He was almost sure it was another guy, but had no idea who it was. He went straight for the boy in front of Graham, Graham couldn't do anything but yell. Trying to get the guy to stop or anyones attention to help them, but he didn't stop and no one came... Graham continued to listen to the suffering screams of the innocent.

Wrapping a single arm around Meera's shoulder, who still hadn't bothered to leave him, even though she could very well be next. Graham wanted to protect her, and the boy who was currently suffering. But he couldn't do anything, and he didn't want to be the next target.

Eventually, after a long few minutes had passed, the boy hit the ground with a loud thud. Completely still. Graham wasn't even sure what had happened, as his vision slowly came back. He kept yelling for help, he didn't even know the kids name. Feeling awful he couldn't have stopped what was in front of him. Graham choked down a want to wale and cry, before yelling out to the teens only a few feet down the beach. "WE NEED SOME HELP HERE."

The boy who had come over earlier to stop the blonde, came back, scooping up the lifeless body bridal style and running off with him. Graham wished that he had stayed around, maybe he could of stopped the other guy... Or at least distracted him long enough so they could of gotten away.

"are you okay?" Graham turned to look at Meera who hadn't ever left his side despite the chaos that they had just witness.

Just when Graham was about to ask Meera if she was ready to go home, a big wave came over splashing the two of them. He began to laugh, thinking of the whale that had been saved earlier that day, and what she must of been up to now that she was home.

"Well..." Graham stumbled over his words. Now cold and soaking wet. "I think, we should get home before your dad realizes you're gone.."

Graham thought for a moment, they might of witnessed a murder this evening. "Or the cops show up.. Either way we should go."

Interactions: lion. Mentions: Elf_Ruler Chimney Swift​

 

[Soap]

MOOD: "Don't talk to me. I'm gonna throw up real quick."

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: At the beach

basics

MENTIONS: Ivy Chimney Swift


INT: Stu Dede

tags

TL;DR Evie's pissed the fuck off.

tl;dr

Genevieve

When you see my face, I hope it gives you hell.

Oh, he was asking to get kicked where the sun don't shine. Who even tells a girl that they aren't a woman? Granted, Evie didn't take it as an insult, at least she wouldn't of gotten upset if it was anyone else. But Stu? This kid has had it out for her all day today. It's like he was PMS'ing over a damn pencil case. "As if you personally know any women besides your mother." Her gaze traveled over him and his own attire.

Genevieve's jaw dropped momentarily for merely but a moment, creating a megaphone like gesture with her hands, cupping them over her mouth to yell. "Oh no! Hey everyone! Peewee Herman says my style is too manly!" As if she cared what Ronald McDonald thought she looked like.

He could've called her a forty year old man and Evie would spit a hundred and twenty one insults back at him, only getting worse and worse while his little eyes filled with tears. Stu had started to close the distance between them and Evie couldn't help but find the situation hilarious. "Hahah, I gotta say, you got me there. Imagine anyone not believing you're a ner--" Her laughter died as soon as he had the courage to speak the rest of his sentence.

'Not like you and your girlfriend. So speak for yourself!'

You'refuckingkiddingme.

Ivy? HA. 'Girlfriend?' Never. Ever. Would Evie sell her soul to mini Satan herself. Not even for all the weed vapes in the world. She'd rather die than see her in a romantic light, just thinking about it was enough to get her stomach churning.

She would've left peacefully, walk away without a care in the world. But was before he opened his mouth and dared to make assumptions about her. "She's not my girlfriend, But apparently since you can't see that, maybe you should do yourself a favor and get your eyes checked out," Evie's hands shot up, colliding with Stu's shoulders roughly, pushing him to the ground with oddly strong force for such a small girl.

"wouldn't want you falling in a puddle of sorts."

code by valen t.

 

[lion.]

MOOD: challenged, alpha big boy energy

OUTFIT: -

LOCATION: Beach

basics

MENTIONS:
Elf_Ruler

INT:
0k_mang0

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Zachary Lee

Surf's up.

Skewing his head away from Colby Katzan, Zachary Lee laughed to the smoky sky, his winsome flaunt of pearly whites wrenching to a noxious smirk. The shadows were thin on him; they hewed on his oblong cheekbones, indenting down his chin and downwards his Adam's apple, forgetting to adumbrate the regard of enmity he had towards Colby. So, he passed, as usual, for an auroral display of only hubris in the play of the chromisms of light. Running a hand through his wreathing golden curls, he tried to find a point in the dawn of obsidian where he could audit over Colby’s words.

...figured you knew Tatum wasn’t comfortable with so many people around her…

Was he that blind?

“Okay then, Katzan,” Zach emphasized, ravingly fast before Colby sent another hellion of thoughts as circling crows to his head. He manned an arm around Colby’s shoulder, “Let’s be friendly with each other.” Zachary Lee had a sturdy grip on everything without meaning. Somewhere melancholically historic, he could see it all over again. He could see the room. He could feel the linen of the curtains that cut loose to the whistling ajar windows, see the pineapple yellow sundress hung over the back of a closet that would be scarce of any other clothes. Zachary Lee speculated that maybe if he had held his mother’s hand tighter, just an ounce tighter, she’d at least have called to tell him one word that he could learn to live with. Yes, he could’ve lived with the part of a sole “goodbye” before the line on the other end hissed with a restful, crackly beep.

“In fact, I’ll give you a chance buddy,” Zach reflected, his terms lanced with a double standard, “Prove it.”

“Prove it that you could be a better boyfriend to Tatum,” Zach lengthened, “That I've got it all wrong. If you win, I’ll let you dance with Tatum.”

He had guided Colby over to a beer pong table. Mid-motion, the active players, acknowledged one of Hartfield’s revered blond boys. Jumbling east and west like ants, they made room for the two. Drunken tumbling left strangers straight bound for another’s sneakers. Volumes clustered as Zach sweet talked to the middle. A drop in time later, a redhead handed him a small, golf-sized white ball. Zach felt the sphere roll under his hand, an invention of geometry curved to mankind’s will. Simmering with something betwist his lifted sense of superiority and unkindness, he twinged on his heel towards Colby. Snapping out Colby’s hands, he leaned over closely to Colby to release the ball into his palm. Concentrating at nothing in particular on the ground, his lips twitched with a baleful parting message. Limply, he helped Colby’s fingers close around the sphere finger by finger. “I would try because it might be your only shot,” he exclusively quipped to him, “But, also, I’m playing so I could show you that at the end of the day, you are just friends, we are just friends, and I am a good boyfriend.”

By then, the table was reorganized with cups, and Zachary Lee backed away. He relocated to the other edge of the verdana green table, and shared to the table, “Just look around us-we’re at a beach party, a nice, friendly environment. Let’s play.”

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[Dede]

Stu

There wasn’t anything particularly dramatic about the fall. You would think the raw rage of Gienevieve would send him flying like a rag doll across the Atlantic and onto a desert island, where he could finally meet Oliver’s dad. And you would think it would all unfold in slow motion, like in the movies. None of that transpired. One moment Stu was standing his ground, defending his dignity and manhood. The next he was one with the petunias, swimming in a puddle of piss. There was something pretty kind of Zen about that.

‘O— ooowwww!!!!!!!’

He looked up at the girl towering over him and scrunched up his face in a mix of confusion and disbelief. He rubbed the back of the head thinking it was wet with blood, but… it was just pee.

Why? Why did she do that? Who could be so heartless as to lay a hand on Neck Tie the Trash Can, to harm such an innocent life force? All the KitKats he’d given to the world and this was what he got in return!??! The ingratitude! The injustice! Oh the TIMES! Oh the customs!

Maybe, maybe Gievnevie got so defensive about it because it was true. It had to be true. Ivy and Gievieve. Sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g.. !!!

Stu was racking his brain with this conspiracy theory, yes, but he didn’t think it out loud. You kidding? The fall had been painful enough that he had surely soaked up his lesson (along with a lot of pee). The golden rule to good health and a long life: Don’t mess with Gienevieve. She was crazy. Hell, crazy was too mild a word! She was CRAZAYYY in capital letters — a few fries short of a Happy Meal — she was bananas, BONKERS, and all the other B words combined.

Yet there was an instinctual scrambling to his feet, and he swayed left and right drunkenly as he got back up. En garde! This warring posture was only temporary, while he gathered his wits and breath. A few seconds later, Stu was taking a long hike off a short beach.

He didn't technically 'run away', more like a 'stomp away', which he supposed wasn't half as embarrassing. Plus, it wouldn't be too gentlemanly of him if he went and hit Gieievneive in the face. Actually, he was thinking how much worse things could have gotten if he stood his ground. Gieneivieive would probably stab him to death or something. She was the type of crazy person who might carry a knife in their pocket. An absolute FRUIT LOOP. Then he would be dead, or more than dead. He’d be dead as a doornail is what’ he’d be!!

Mind! I don't mean to say that, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Stu would have been as dead as a doornail.

Smelling of piss, Stu shuffled through sand and made his way to the sea, where he started tip toeing along the edge of the water. On the one hand he needed to clean up. On the other, well, how does one put this... he was just a teeny tiny bit afraid of the sea. A little more than a teeny tiny bit, actually. He didn’t let it show earlier, when he was with his friends — but it's true. He grew up in the countryside far from the ocean and the last time he tried to swim in it he got stung by a jellyfish. Anyway, it was a perfectly reasonable kind of fear, not like Oliver’s crab-phobia or anything. The sea was black and the waves were foaming like rabid dogs and he wasn’t a very strong swimmer. And if a whale could end up on the beach, who was to say a shark couldn’t!?! Surely there were sharks in this part of the country!

Stu dared to take a few steps into the water, and very awkwardly he stood splashing his legs, and bending down to wash his hair. Then out of nowhere a mighty TSUNAMI came rolling at him, and it seemed certain to end his day on a high note. Thankfully he was spared a watery demise because some other kid had beaten him to the misfortune, and so the sea gods were appeased. (Plus, Stu wasn’t as totally incompetent as that other kid, so Meera should totally consider going out with him instead).

He took many evasive steps to get away from the wave, sighing relief at a job competently done (for once). But he took one step too many that he backed and fell into a little lagoon that might have been more than just lagoon, given its closeness to those port-a-loos just sitting on the rocks just above. This time, unlike the previous, the fall was as resolute and as dramatic as he deserved.

Soap

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Ivy didn’t understand and Tatum could tell that even from her less than sober state of mind. How could a girl like her even understand? She didn’t have the pressures that Tatum had, the social standing that she had to uphold and hell, her actual boyfriend didn’t care. Tatum had shrugged at most of Ivy’s comments she didn’t care to explain that she was always alone and that had been her life for so many years now, that of course all she wanted was to not feel alone. “It’s not like that.” Tatum’s words slurred at the younger girl. It wasn’t like she was actually dwelling, “I do fun things sure, but is that really what life is about? Getting drunk, going to parties, talking to people I don’t talk with?” Tatum could feel her brain becoming more and more fuzzy. She didn’t feel like she was doing her life the right way, but she was young. What even was the right way to do life at seventeen?

Tatum barely knew Evie, she knew the girl mostly through Sawyer, but she wasn’t all that close with her, she enjoyed her spunk at best. Did it matter who Evie went off with for the night? Did it matter what any of them actually did that night? “I don’t think social standings matter all that much, you shouldn’t either.” Why was Ivy even around her?

It was as that world decided Tatum needed people around her because Juliet the girl from earlier decided to join their little grouping in the sand. Where the fuck was Zach? What the fuck kind of question did Juliet ask her? Tatum was more than confused, “Do I not feel content with myself?” The words slurred out of her mouth. Was she discontent?

Tatum stared at the sand picking it up and letting it fall through her fingers, not responding to Juliet’s question because she didn’t know. She looked at her and tried to give her a smile, “My life is fine. I have a great boyfriend, great friends, good family. What is there to be discontent with?” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince herself or the others.

sunnieside Chimney Swift

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ivy

location

The Beach

mood

God Tier Stupid

tags

sunnieside Elf_Ruler

Ivy half-listened as Tatum justified her life's decisions (seemingly more for her own comfort than for Ivy's understanding), nodding along sleepily. "Nothing matters. That's just how it is. It is how it is. It's how it... who'd've..." That train of thought detailed and fell into the ravine, just as Juliet trotted up to join the group. Ivy didn't know Juliet, but she didn't know she didn't know her, and even if Ivy did know that, she quite frankly would not care. At this point in her drunken stupor, everyone was a welcome friend. She waved Juliet over, holding out her bottle of liquor as a greeting.

All of this was accentuated a moment later by Ivy glancing down at her phone, grinning devilishly, and then shoving a fistful of sand into her mouth entirely without warning.

What could one say? Lemon should have known better than to tell her not to.

"You're sure abouddit?" She asked, gagging a bit as she swallowed down the gritty sand. Ivy would do just about anything out of spite. "You don't have a great boyfrien'. You jushshaid he was shiddy..." she had completely forgotten the part where Tatum had explained two minutes ago that Hayden was her ex. This whole conversation really didn't mean anything to her, in the long run... what did mean something was sitting with Tatum in the dark, watching the dark water ebb and flow over the shore. It was almost like having a friend. For the time being, it was easy to pretend.

That was the great gift to mankind known as alcohol at work. Whatever happened tonight, it was blanketed under a comfortable veil of reasonable deniability, or at the very least an easy excuse. She could do anything she liked, say whatever she pleased, lean over right now and kiss Tatum's golden curls...

Ha. Perhaps that was a bit too bold.

But who was Ivy if not one to embrace a stupid made-up challenge?

Gulping down the last of the bottles contents, she threw the empty vessel into the distance, knelt up to match Tatum's height, and leaned into the crook of the blonde's neck. "Fuck him. You can buy another cardboard man later..." Officially the drunkest of the three, she could get away with anything, couldn't she? eh, close enough.

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Ivy half-listened as Tatum justified her life's decisions (seemingly more for her own comfort than for Ivy's understanding), nodding along sleepily. "Nothing matters. That's just how it is. It is how it is. It's how it... who'd've..." That train of thought detailed and fell into the ravine, just as Juliet trotted up to join the group. Ivy didn't know Juliet, but she didn't know she didn't know her, and even if Ivy did know that, she quite frankly would not care. At this point in her drunken stupor, everyone was a welcome friend. She waved Juliet over, holding out her bottle of liquor as a greeting.

All of this was accentuated a moment later by Ivy glancing down at her phone, grinning devilishly, and then shoving a fistful of sand into her mouth entirely without warning.

What could one say? Lemon should have known better than to tell her not to.

"You're sure abouddit?" She asked, gagging a bit as she swallowed down the gritty sand. Ivy would do just about anything out of spite. "You don't have a great boyfrien'. You jushshaid he was shiddy..." she had completely forgotten the part where Tatum had explained two minutes ago that Hayden was her ex. This whole conversation really didn't mean anything to her, in the long run... what did mean something was sitting with Tatum in the dark, watching the dark water ebb and flow over the shore. It was almost like having a friend. For the time being, it was easy to pretend.

That was the great gift to mankind known as alcohol at work. Whatever happened tonight, it was blanketed under a comfortable veil of reasonable deniability, or at the very least an easy excuse. She could do anything she liked, say whatever she pleased, lean over right now and kiss Tatum's golden curls...

Ha. Perhaps that was a bit too bold.

But who was Ivy if not one to embrace a stupid made-up challenge?

Gulping down the last of the bottles contents, she threw the empty vessel into the distance, knelt up to match Tatum's height, and leaned into the crook of the blonde's neck. "Fuck him. You can buy another cardboard man later..." Officially the drunkest of the three, she could get away with anything, couldn't she? eh, close enough.

 

[0k_mang0]

HELLO

my name is

Colby

Colby’s shoulders tensed up under Zach’s arm. Colby thought the hold around him felt a little too tight to be considered “friendly”, but he couldn’t push him away without actually hurting him or anything. The whole thing just confused him. He didn't want to jump to conclusion. He wasn’t sure where Zach was taking him until he spotted the ping pong table in front of them.

Let’s play.

What? But... but Colby wasn’t serious about having a bet to dance with Tatum, and he was rarely serious about anything. He was sure didn’t say anything like that. He just thought Zach wouldn’t have minded if he’d danced with his girlfriend, without having to make a bet, but apparently, that thought could be wrong.

And how and why the hell did Zach assume Colby would be thinking he’d be a better boyfriend than him? Well... no, no. Ever since Tatum told him that she already had a boyfriend, Colby restrained himself from thinking like that. He wasn’t a homewrecker, honest! He would never make a move on someone else’s girlfriend, even if that someone happens to be an arrogant, ramen noodle-headed asshole. Well, maybe he would make dumb, harmless flirty jokes (without the boyfriend’s knowledge), but Colby wouldn’t do anything more than that.

Colby began pouring beer in his arranged cups on the table, but he was still hesitant about this gamble. Incidentally, the fact that Zach had the nerve to take his words as his own for an unoriginal response kind of annoyed him.

“Okay, so... what happens if I lose? You gonna ban me from dancing or talking to your girlfriend the rest of the night or something?” Colby asked, as another harmless jest. “Or it can just be, like, the loser dyes their hair for a week. Why not that?”

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MOOD: challenged, alpha big boy energy

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LOCATION: Beach

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“Dying hair? Sure, whatever,” Zach consented to hastily, rifling with the position of the cups on his end of the table, so that they mathematically ranged into a pyramidical decrease.

Even after playing independently for such a long time in his life, it was the first time that he felt that he couldn’t let the other person win. Where there’s will, there’s a way, his father reminded him psychically. Doc, that was funny. And, also complete bullshit. Shaking his head subtly, his face pinched to a brief smile. Then, the game began.

While the rules called the game fair, Zach would defend that in his cards, he was routinely cheated on by the green schemes of luck. Whether odds came groomed against him or not, he was distrustful of all of it.

He had imagined a small, quicky game of a rapid toss of the ball to and fro the cups. But here he was- in the middle of an insidious game twisting, and rolling dice at every throw. The crowd itself had been stunned to a silence, which transitioned to rowdy when either competitor made a ball in. Hard, blue eyes that chilled riptides to Arctic bones of sleeping water were busy studying the ping pong ball in between his thumb and index. His eyes weren’t always like that; competitiveness always skins layers in people. He tested the flick of his wrists. Soft pitches were his center of concentration.

This was a standalone alone game. It made itself aware of that when Colby’s ball circled the edge of Zach’s cup and made it in. Zach instinctively rose the cup to his lips, but realizing that he couldn’t drink tonight, passed the cup to a bystander. This caught many in surprise. The only thought that buzzed Zach’s mind, however, was “One cup.”

One cup became two. Then, three.

“Can’t handle, Katzan?” he rung a familiar, but foreign voice in the cranes of his ears.

Once they discover someone has been left with only a couple of cups, they’d give two reactions- strand the loser, or hoot at the stealing winner. Now that both of them had dwindled four to five cups left, it was anyone’s game. Tonight, Zachary Lee planned to be a winner.

If only ...Colby doesn’t make these next few ones in.

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ISABELLA ALEJA EDISON-ROSE

mood: angry, and hurting + location: beach + outfit: xxx + tags: Soap Chimney Swift Dazzle Elf_Ruler LooneyLani

Isa looked at Sunny in what could come across as awe. Not a lot of folks wouldn't call her trouble. Hell, even her best friends would call her trouble. It was something she had accepted about herself a long time ago. After awhile, you just stop thinking of yourself as a good person, especially from what she's been through in her lifetime. She's never really thought of herself as something that wasn't trouble. She was trouble, and everyone knew it. It's why Tatum and Nomi are the ones to try to curb her troublesome ways. They are the only ones aside from Maxine, Max, and her mother to actually succeed in calming her down. "Well that's a first, someone who doesn't think I'm trouble. " She says softly to herself, smiling a bit. That was kinda refreshing, after a while being called trouble, gets a little tiring. Isa wanted someone to see that she wasn't all trouble, she was something else as well. Sunny did that..

"Honestly, I don't mind getting paid less then minimum wage. You gotta make a living somehow and I make it work. " She says softly. With her other...way of making money, she makes plenty for herself to make sure the people she has in her life, are ok. It's just sucks when she gets herself into trouble like she got herself into trouble today. Throwing random people's phones into the water wasn't exactly smart but it was fun. "Even though, I do wish sometimes the boss would take a fucking shower. He stinks. Like majority. Does any of the adults that works in the diner shower? Or know how a shower works? Aside from the manager." She said smirking slightly. Isa got that job originally to keep a eye on Max's mom. She isn't her dealer so she doesn't know where or who she gets her shit from so she couldn't keep an eye on her from that point. So she decided to work at the diner with her, so she knows when she's on a binge again. The extra money didn't hurt but it wasn't like she really needed it. Dealing does enough for her. The diner did give her a place to deal in secret. Customers knew where to find her when they needed something, and police just think that she's a waitress, and working. It's amazing that Sunny didn't know of her dealing, but it makes sense since she was a Parish kid, and only a few from that school knew about her dealings. While in Hartfield, kids knew if they needed shit, to find her. She doesn't sell to friends though. Tatum and Nomi had to find their own supplier, that wasn't her.

Isa smiled softly at Sunny saying yes for giving her a ride home. To be completely honest, she didn't want to this talk to exactly to end. This was something nice, and she wanted to keep it going. She hadn't talked to someone like this other then her friends and family in a long time. "I think a apple juice is a appropriate price for a ride home. As much as I care for your company Queen Sunny, I would like a apple juice just a little bit more. " She said smirking at her, Isa was so busy talking to Sunny that when she glanced around, she was surprised to see Nomi with Maxine. She was about to turn around and go back to her conversation when she saw them kiss. Normally she wouldn't fucking care, but something snapped in her. She didn't like what she saw. She looked back to Sunny and tried to put on a face to hid her discomfort in what she just saw. Noe knew that Maxine is one of her little siblings, and on the do not mess with list. Hell she was even on Noe's do not mess with list. She shook her head, and just look out into the water. She was distracted by her thoughts, that she didn't see a drunk human being come near her and Josie. They drunkenly bumped into her and she was about to say fuck off when they threw a slow punch.

She dodged the punch, quickly pushing Josie away. She then shove them back and glare at them "Back the fuck up before I make you." The drunk person came at them one more time, that's when Isa punched them and they fell down. She sighed. It was time to go. Isa groans as she shakes her hand. Damn that person had a hard fucking face. She held her other hand out for Josie, once she grabbed it. She started to pull her along on the way to Nomi and Maxine. "That means it's time to go. Drunk people and fighting, does not end up well." She mutters to Josie.

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