Realistic or Modern The Vacation

[JustAlexandra]

The Vacation

Included in the beach house:
- Open floor plan (meaning that the kitchen and living room is basically one room. For some reason I feel like this is important)
- Pool
- Hot tub
- Rec Room (with a large TV, pool table, etc)
- 5 bathrooms
- 6 bedrooms
- Stocked Bar


*Your first post should include you arriving at the beach house, but please wait until I post to post*

*If you do not have relationships, please make them before you start. If it is taking you awhile you can start but try to make it make sense if you talk to someone you plan to have a relationship with*

It's saturday, and as you pull up to the house all you can see is blue skies. It's 95 degrees, perfect for the beach. You can hear the waves, and behind the house you can see the ocean, just a few feet from the house.​

 

[JustAlexandra]

Mood: Excited
Location: Kitchen/House
Currently: Being Hot AF (temperature)
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Avery Grace​

Avery pulled up to the house, relieved to be there. It had been a long drive. Two hours was too long for her to be driving somewhere, but her excitement kept her going. Avery didn't like driving much, she found it boring and she got distracted a lot, which was pretty much everything that made someone a bad driver. Not that she was a terrible driver, but it was easy to say that she wasn't great at it. In fact, her parents had tried to get her to take her driver down to the beach, but she didn't want him there and she didn't want him to take her car back to the house, in case she needed it. So, here she was. Exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.

She stepped out into the hot air, which was somewhat nice as she had been blasting the AC in the car. She was the first one there, so she got the key from the bushes, under a gnome. They had all been told where it was, so whoever got there first could let themselves in. The people who owned the place hadn't been crazy about just leaving the key out, but, with so many people coming there was no way to know who would be able to pick up the key.

As she was unlocking the door to the giant house, (that didn't really impress her since, well, her house at home was bigger) she realized she didn't even know everyone who was coming. Sure, she knew most people, but there was some that weren't really her friends but were other people's friends. She bit her lip, wondering how they'd be. She was here to party and have a good time, not be brought down by some party-poopers who didn't like to have fun. She pushed the thoughts out of her head, and pushed the door open, stepping inside. The first thing she noticed, before anything else, was that the house was absolutely boiling hot inside. "Holy crap!" she said, feeling like she instantly broke out into a sweat. She looked around, trying to find the thermostat. Eventually finding it in the kitchen, she realized that the AC hadn't even been turned on. She frowned, turning the AC on and the temperature down. "Jesus," she mumbled, wiping her forehead.

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Freya Thomas

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Like most things in Freya’s life, this wakeup had not gone to plan. The night before she had done everything right, she had made her bed set three alarms on her phone and drunk some peppermint tea with the goal of going to bed early so her body would protest less when she tried to rouse it at such an early hour. As I said before everything was going to plan she just had to finish one painting in her studio before she left so she hurried into her studio and started to work accompanied by just her cats and the sounds of the brush against canvas.


Ten hours later Freya woke up to the rev on her dad’s engine as he pulled out of the driveway for work causing Freya to flash awake startled as she found herself curled up on the floor of her studio, her outfit flecked with paint and her mind trying to figure out what happened. As she groggily opened her eyes and looked around it became apparent that she had obviously not liked the painting that she was working on and instead discarded it for a completely new one, which now looking at she recognised wasn’t half bad. But she had no time to ponder such things and instead glanced at the watch on her wrist confirming her earlier thoughts, it was 11 am and she was late as usual and so she scrambled from her place on the floor dusting off her pinafore and flung her studio door open running upstairs to her bedroom. Luckily she had done one thing right and laid out her outfit and so she flung on her white sundress and buckled her shoes quickly grabbing her clutch, suitcases and bag stuffing a few more essentials into the canvas tote as she made her way down the stairs and laid her bag by the door while she grabbed her keys on the kitchen bench noticing a scrap of paper deliberately laid under them

“Hey Sweetie,

I was going to say goodbye before you left but you were in your studio and I know you don’t like to be disturbed so I just wanted to write this instead. I want to remind you that I am so proud of you for everything you’ve achieved this year. So over the holidays relax, have fun and make sure to eat well

Dad”


Freya smiled and shook her head in bemusement “Love you dad” She said softly folding the note and placing it in her clutch as she neared the door and lugged her bags outside, locking up her little house and heading towards the car and tossing her two suitcases and canvas tote into the boot before climbing into the front seat shooting off a text to the group chat before she got going

‘OMW so excited xx”

and with that, she tucked her phone away turned on the radio and started to drive singing along with the melodies of black bear, luckily her house was closer to the vacation home than the rest of the group only an hour and a half drive at 85/mph. For a long time she had had the reclusive nature of the house but in moments like this, it made her smile. She continued to drive with every mile the houses becoming more few and far between and the number of people milling on the sidewalk decreasing until eventually she was in the street of her house for the next few weeks and she pulled up in front of the sea of aqua, smiling as she thought of what a great house they had chosen and with that thought she turned the ignition off and slid out of the front seat, collecting her bags and climbing up the front steps towards the front door, her small frame struggling slightly with the large bags to the extent that when she reached the front door she was panting and needed to rest a moment she chuckled slight at her own inadequacy and turned the handle of the door stepping into the entryway hesitantly before she noticed Yasmin and ran up to her flinging her arms around her neck “Hey Yasmin” She said softly removing her arms and stepping around so Yasmin could see her noticing that she could have frightened the girl she quickly blurted out “Sorry if I startled you she said apologetically her nose wrinkling up

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[Daisy Adley]

Ivy Rose​

Ivy Rose was thinking she was going to be fashionably late, as always. But she had packed early, anything and everything she needed, even a little extra. The thing that kept the redhead from leaving early was her long, messy red hair that looked like a rat's nest. She wasn't going to allow herself to walk out of the house when her locks weren't even tamed. So there she was, washing her hair in the shower and plucking at knots with a comb until she was satisfied. And some thought it was an exaggeration to call her a princess. Ivy groaned as she realized that she was supposed to leave half an hour ago, and still had to grab something to eat on the way. "Why me?" She dramatically asked her reflection in the mirror, comb stuck in her hair and a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.

In an absolutely crazed hurry, Ivy grabbed everything, rushing out the door in just a white bandeau top, denim shorts, and a patterned cover up to be a bit modest before they went to the beach. Her feet had untied white converse high tops upon them, and they pressed on the gas as she sped down the street. Her car was messily packed as she brought towels, drinks, everything. It was all tossed about since she was in such a rush. She received a text from Avery saying that the rooms were first come first serve, and that bugged Ivy. She wanted a choice in room and not to end up with someone she didn't like.

The redhead stopped by her favorite diner on the way, ordering a strawberry milkshake to go. She couldn't have held off on a milkshake, it's a guilty pleasure.

Once she arrived using the directions sent to her by Avery, her Range Rover parked by what she assumed was Yasmine's car. She's seen it in her senior parking space at school, so she put two and two together. Ivy Rose's mother was out of town, so she decided to bring along the nice car that she only let her use sometimes.

She slipped off her shoes and socks, knowing she had to walk on the sand to get to the front door. The ginger stepped out of the car, converse in hand as she made her way to the front door. Apparently she was just in time to see Freya jump on Yasmine, and she cleared her throat, perking an eyebrow up at the two.

 

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♡Arianna Jamison♡​

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"You are not coming." Arianna slammed her drawer shut, harder than she meant to, but she didn't apologize for it. Clutching the last minute clothing items she'd just had to pack, she turned towards her elder brother, Luke, who leaned against her door frame. She waited a beat, then huffed and rolled her eyes, turning away from him to stuff the shirts into her duffel bag. The bag itself was already packed to the brim, which is why she'd had to add a backpack to the mix. It sat beside the camouflage duffel, stuffed itself with her bathroom and makeup necessities, along with other random items.

"Oh come on, sis. You know you don't wanna make that drive by yourself. Plus, it's always more fun when big bro's around." Luke grinned, pushing himself off the door frame and taking a few steps into her room, his eyes landing on the open beer bottle sitting on her nightstand. "Starting the party already?"

"Fuck off." She snapped, whirling back towards him. Crossing the short distance to him, she craned her neck to look up at him. He was easily 6'5, a good foot plus some taller than her. But he'd been messing with her her entire life; she wasn't afraid of him anymore. "Now get out."

Luke waited a second, then rolled his eyes and turned to storm out. "You'll regret it one day when your drunk ass crashes." Then he was gone.

"Maybe I'll crash into you and send us both into the afterlife!" She yelled after him, moving to snatch the beer up and take a swig. She thought for a moment, then yelled again. "I take that back! I don't want you in the afterlife with me!" She waited but heard no response, so she finished the beer and took one final look around her room to ensure she had everything. Two hours was a long trip, and she didn't want to come back for anything.

Satisfied she had what she needed, she lugged the duffel bag and book bag out to her jeep. Once everything was thrown in the back (and tied down, just to be safe) she doubled back to get her purse and keys. "Bye, asshole." She muttered, slamming the door behind her for good measure.

Two hours later, after a long ride under the bright, demanding sun, and more than a couple pee breaks, Arianna saw the house in the distance. She double checked her GPS as she arrived, but the other cars parked nearby told her she was in the right place. Her eyes landed on the other jeep, and immediately her eyes narrowed. The other jeep belonged to Yasmine. It may be foolish to some, but Arianna didn't get along with the wild child. You'd think they would, but the two just couldn't stand each other. Ari felt the girl always wanted to be better than her, which just meant Ari had to be better than her.

Jumping out of her doorless jeep, Arianna patted the side of it. It was a fairly new jeep, though still a few years old. It had always been her dream car, and after saving for a long time, she'd finally had the down payment. Deciding to just grab her book bag, purse and case of beer for now, Arianna hooked her keys onto her shorts and headed for the house.

She saw Ivy first, and immediately her nose wrinkled. She noticed Freya and Yasmine next, and rolled her eyes. "Hey girl." She spoke to Freya, her eyes meeting the other girls so they would make no mistake who she was talking to. She did meet the other girls gazes, though said nothing, instead just made her way further into the house. She set the beer down on a table, knowing it might be gone if she turned her back, but not minding. She could just get more. She did pluck two out for herself before walking into the main living area, her eyes widening as she looked around the nice home.

"Well, shit. We have ourselves a party house now." She grinned, speaking aloud to no one in particular as she grabbed her keys again. Using the bottle opener keychain she'd had for years now, she popped the top to both beers and tossed the caps in her pocket, hooking her keys again. She took a long swig from the first bottle and then did a slow 360 to study the room.

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sean lane

the jock

To wake up late in the morning was a rather panicky thing. The notion conjures the flurrying thoughts of fear, anxiety, accompanied by the frantic scurrying of a person not entirely ready to go.

But, that fear of waking up later than intended was almost nothing to the slow dread Sean was experiencing himself. For the past three hours, he had been ready. His suits were packed neatly in his black BMW, his clothing was already well planned out, and he had done everything needed to just... Go.

And yet he had done too much, a result of waking up in a fit during the middle of the night. He had jolted, his hair a mess of sweat, the strands sticking to the side of his face as his eyes darted left and right.

It had been another one of those nightmares. And thus, he busied himself on a quest to bring exactly what was needed and maybe a bit more.

But before that, he flew to his phone, sending out a panicky text to the first contact he saw. It happened to be Freya.

I fucked up.

He then buried himself in his closet, a large thing filled with expensive brands he couldn't care for. His mother bought his clothes, a majority of the time. Sean opted for black skinny jeans and a grey printed tee. He tucked half of the shirt in and threw on white suede shoes before deciding his appearance would suffice.

He usually was not this organized, not one bit of his body has ever screamed to clean or to achieve organized perfection. Except, maybe that time his mother accidentally knocked over an entire shelf of his trophies.

"It's time to go, son." His father peered from the ledge on the stairs. Mr. Lane was clad in a simple polo and slacks, fit for a man of importance.

He nodded in response.

"Yeah. How long will you be gone?" Sean questioned mindlessly. He didn't necessarily care for the answer, but he wanted to make small talk with his father before he left.

But as he cast a glance to the ledge again, the man was gone. Probably too busy to give a shit about his son anyways.

Sean pursed his lips. With a quick glance towards the clock, he rose from the couch and headed towards the door. Sighing, he sent out a quick text to Avery notifying her of his departure before slipping outside.

Hopping into the newly cleaned seats, Sean started up the car. He reached outwards and adjusted the mirror. Hanging from it was a small, black snowflake that he kept in all his cars. On the back, the snowflake featured his name engraved in cursive.

The road was tedious, his mind occasionally wandered to dark places. Most prominent was the relationship Avery had with him. They had been dating for some time with extreme difficulty.

Their relationship was like dark chocolate, bitter through and through with only a tinge of sweet.

By the time he had arrived in front of the bright blue beach house, he made out the car of Ivy Rose, a name that turned his stomach whenever he heard it. Sean parked his car and grabbed his luggage from the back trunk.

Taking the shades from his pocket, he slipped them on and entered the household. Sean cast his gaze on Arianna and Avery; the two seemed to be casually talking to each other.

He met Ivy Rose's gaze, giving her a cocky smile before allowing himself to move to Avery's side. "Hey," he greeted, wrapping an arm around her. Sean tipped his head towards Arianna. "How was the ride?"

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Brice Tang

All the windows were down and air pulsed through the speeding blue hand-me-down BMW. The wind managed to somewhat jostle Brice's gelled hair and a variety of 80's music blared through the speakers (because nothing was better than fun 80's tunes on a road trip) as he sang along. If it wasn't already apparent, the teen was excited; he was spending a summer shacked up with his closest friends (well, acquaintances would be there too) and no chaperone. A teen didn't get much more freedom than this. Part of him was still surprised he made it out of the house. For the most part, he always did, but this - his mother nearly had a heart attack...

"Brice Baocheng Edward Tang - really? A beach house full of only teenagers and alone with girls?"

A mischievous smirk crossed his lips. "It's great, isn't it?"

Eileen, his mother, shot him a stern look to which Brice straightened up his face.

"Ma, we talked about this before. I told you weeks ago."

"...And what did I say then?"

"Yeah, sure, Brice. That sounds nice, honey," he mimicked her voice and imitated her.

The blonde sighed and rolled her eyes before her son touched her arm in a reassuring manner. "Ma, it'll be fine, promise. I'll be careful and I won't do anything you and dad wouldn't have done at my age." He smirked playfully.

The woman blanched slightly before clearing her throat. "Alright, fine. Go, Brice, but you call me when you get there and call sometimes to check in."

"Will do. And don't worry, Ma - I got friends there. Ty and Ivy will be there. We'll look out for each other."

She closed her eyes with a sigh and nodded before opening them again. "Alright. Have fun, baby... Not too much fun. Stay safe." With that, she pecked his cheek and took her leave.

"Oh, Ma! Don't forget to feed James while I'm gone! Thanks!" He called after her just before heading out with a full bookbag on his back and duffel bag across his shoulder.

Brice didn't make it to his destination in record time, but all that mattered was that he had arrived. He slowed as he pulled up to the large beach house, feeling another wave of excitement wash over him. He could see the cars of those who had already arrived - some he could match with a face and others that he'd only seen at school in passing. He parked - leaving a gap between him and the next car - then finally turned down his music. He got out before pulling his bags from the backseat and heading inside.

Upon entering, he paused in a bit of awe. It wasn't that he wasn't used to big places, but the inside was more than he had expected from the outside. Then, his attention redirected to the small gathering - all familiar faces, some he knew by name. He brushed a hand over his hair and smirked, "Girls," he exclaimed in greeting with open arms, "--and Sean," he nodded toward him, "your Brice has arrived!"

Hey, a grand entrance was important - even if you looked like your own caddie.

 

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Freya Thomas

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[SIZE=3]Freya’s hasty apology was cut short by a certain redhead’s tactics and so Freya swung around to face Ivy her face painted in shades of embarrassment and shock “I was just saying hi to Yasmin” she said sweetly looking up through her mane of hair while giving a small half-hearted chuckle “Was your drive okay lovely” She said nearing her as she talked and bringing her in for a hug. Freya had spent the whole two days prior finishing off art projects and so had been holed without much contact so she was a little more intimate than usual which was hard given her track record. Freya removed herself from the embrace as she heard the chime of her phone go off and glanced down to see a single sentence from Sean

“I fucked up”

Freya’s smile faulted for a second quickly replaced by a look of concern as she stepped away from the two girls uttering softly

‘Give me a second” as she wandered to a room on the right out of earshot of the rest of the girls and picked up her phone punching in Sean's number without even thinking the movements now muscle memory to her. The phone rang and rang until his stupidly chirpy voicemail started to ring in her ear, Freya coming to the conclusion that he must be driving and unable to pick up his phone so she waited for the tone and then left a short voicemail along the lines of that she’d talk to him when he got to the house and she hoped he was okay.


Freya took a short moment to compose herself before returning to the entryway smoothing down her dress and tucking her hair behind her ears, her smile returning a little more plastic looking as she returned to the girls just in time to see Ariana enter the house instantly noticing the case of beer and her obvious distaste for the other two girls. “Hey love” Freya responded counting the beers in the case as she did so and noticing that she had already started on one and was pulling two more out Freya began to protest, raising her hand as if to stop her but held herself back, they could have that conversation later so instead she just neared the table where Arriana had put her half-finished beer and placed it in a trashcan out of harms way.


Freya was just walking back from the can when Sean entered the room and Freya quickly snapped up breathing a sigh of relief that he was at least physically okay and started to walk towards him needing to talk to him abut what on earth had caused him to send that text but instead left him alone and allowed him to go talk to his girlfriend before bogging him down with darker thoughts, she knew their relationship was rocky at the moment and maybe all it needed was some little alone time and she surely didn’t want to be the one to deprive them of that. With this thought in her mind, Brice entered the room, well entered was the wrong word it was more like erupted. Freya laughed at his dramatics, shaking her head in fake disappointment “Hey Brice” She said softly mainly to be friendly but in reality she just took his loud entrance as an excuse to talk to Sean and she neared him tapping on his shoulder to make him look at her before mouthing ‘come on” and twitching her head to the right walking that way and hoping that he’d follow her head clouded with thoughts[/SIZE]
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Freya's hug caught her off guard, but she wrapped her arms around the girl, "The ride was good, a little hectic because I thought I was late, but it looks like I made it here just in time." She grinned, letting Freya attend to her phone after she spoke.

Ivy threw a scowl Arianna's way, knowing the blonde purposely didn't greet her. Well, fuck you too. She turned on her heel towards the front door, watching as Sean entered the beach house. The ginger tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before waving at the boy sweetly. Since him and Avery started dating, Ivy had been caught in some of their drama when Sean would speak to her about it in Pre-Calc. She was friends with the two of them, so intervening would probably cost her... And cause plenty of more drama. Ivy is vindictive, and her attitude is usually stand offish, but she cherishes her friends. Once she's made a friend, she intends on keeping them and protecting them.

Everyone seemed to split into their group, talking about their ride here, what they're gonna do once everyone gets here, blah, blah blah. Her gaze drifted off while she had no intentions of greeting everyone at the moment, she'd probably make a scene later, where there would be more attention on her. She did, however, have to go and take her luggage out of the car, but that would take multiple trips, and she wasn't willing to waste energy like that. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head once Brice made his grand entrance. She couldn't help the blush that was on her cheeks, 'He's such an idiot.' She thought to herself. Her crush on Brice was almost too obvious, but the two were too oblivious to even acknowledge it. Always bickering here and there and sending antagonistic remarks towards each other caused the friendship to seem like a frenemy situation.

"Oh, good! You're just in time to help me bring my luggage out of the car." Ivy pursed her lips, looking at the boy with a mischievous glint in her eye. "My suitcase is so heavy." The redhead gave Brice a little pout that would ultimately convince him, her big brown puppy dog eyes topping it all off.

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[JustAlexandra]

Mood: Excited
Location: Kitchen/House
Currently: Being Hot AF/Talking to ppl/ Making a drink
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Avery Grace​

Avery was checking out the rest of the house when she heard doors slamming outside and the sounds of peoples voices. By the time she got to the door, there was a few people standing in the foyer already. Yas and Freya were hugging, and Ivy was standing there, looking sassy as usual. While Avery had never had anything personal to like or dislike about Ivy, she did know that the girl was a bit cough alot cough of a bitch, and Avery steered clear of her, just to avoid trouble. Which was probably the reason she had never had any real buisness with the girl.

Arianna was just getting out of her car, and she walked up to the group of three, speaking, clearly, directly to Freya. This only surprised Avery in the fact that Arianna had chosen to walk up to the group at all, since she and Yas pretty much hated each others guts at all times. But, the whole situation was good for Avery now, because she wouldn't have to choose which to go see first. That would have definitely started drama, and they had all barely been there for five minutes. "Hey girls!" she squealed, running into the bunch and giving them each a hug. "I'm so so so excited!" she said, making a very high-pitched noise at the end. Freya excused herself for a moment, but Avery didn't think much of it. She probably needed to use the bathroom or something.

Sean came in next, almost unheard entirely by Avery. He slipped his arm around her, and she blushed. Things were good now, thank god. Hopefully they could stay good for at least this trip, she really did not need any drama at all, much less with him. The two could fight like mad and it was toxic, they both knew it. Avery gave Sean a little side hug, and she sort of wished that it had been a little bit more of a grand and romantic meeting infront of everyone, but she decided to not get upset about it right now. She could be happy with this. Although, he talked to Arianna before he even said anything to Avery, and that bothered her a little, but, again - she brushed it out of her mind and smiled up at him.

"Brice!" Avery smiled as he introduced himself to the group. Avery liked Brice even though she had never talked to him much. He just seemed to be like a joy to be around. She was looking forward to getting to know him more over the trip.

"Damn, is no one else hot?" she asked, making note that the AC had actually turned back on. She moved away from Sean a bit, feeling too hot to be so close to someone else. "Does anyone want a drink? The bar is already stocked, but I brought some extra stuff," she said, walking to the kitchen as she spoke. She took a piece of ice out of the freezer, wrapping it in a towel and putting it on her face. "Hmmm... I'm feeling something like... a mimosa."

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sean lane

the jock

It hadn't been long since Sean had entered before Brice interrupted with a 'grand entrance'. He chuckled softly, letting go of Avery as he returned the greeting to Brice.

Ivy's response to his entrance was particularly amusing - he wasn't sure how well known it was, but he could catch a glimpse of affection in her words.

He was nearly going to make a snarky remark about the two when a tap on his shoulders turned his attention. Sean's gaze landed on his childhood friend, Freya.

He let Avery peel away from him and head towards the drinks. "No thanks," Sean answered with a laugh. "Don't get too drunk. I'll be back."

He blew a joking kiss towards his girlfriend before fulling giving Freya his attention.

"Got my text, huh," he murmured as he began walking towards the stairs. Sean figured that they could talk near the top, just out of the way of everyone else.

Unless of course, Freya had different plans.

"Sorry about not taking your call, by the way."

He ran some fingers through his hair. "Was busy driving."

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✰Delilah✰
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Delilah woke up to the suns harsh rays piercing through her black curtains, checking her phone revealed she had woken up much later than originally planned. Shrugging she went about her daily routine of putting on her clothes and doing her makeup, she was hardly concerned about packing seeing as how she had done it the night before. Once everything was as it should be she grabbed the duffle bag and her purse and the house without a goodbye, knowing that she was not going to be able to come back. Her foster family had made it clear that now school was over they were no longer going to play host to the so called bringer of darkness. They did however agree to not get rid of her stuff and would send it to her when she found a new place to stay, she started up the car and once again congratulated herself for buying it cheap. Even if cars still did freak her out the freedom they brought was well worth it, she sent a text to whoever would care and was on her way. She arrived hours later and practically hissed at how hot it was when she stepped outside. This was going to be harder than she imagined.

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♡Arianna Jamison♡​

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Arianna heard someone else come in the door, and turned from her inspection of the living room to venture back that way. She recognized Sean's voice before seeing him, and her face broke out into a grin. He was one of her all time favorite drinking buddies. Always good for a laugh, and sometimes even to talk to. Arianna rarely got down and dirty personal with people, but if she were to be pissed off over something, she would usually vent. Sometimes to Sean, sometimes to whoever the hell was listening. Hell, sometimes she'd just be venting to herself, but she didn't give a damn.

Leaning against the wall, a bead of sweat beginning to form on her brow, she grinned at him as he tipped her head in her direction. "Not bad. Breezy." She commented, tossing a glance in Yasmine's direction, the other Jeep owner. Ari had removed her doors for the ride, like she normally did.

It was about that time that Brice made his grand appearance. He greeted the girls, and then Sean, with a grand gesture that was only Brice. Her grin only grew. Arianna wasn't the only one who liked flirting with him, and he seemed to love the attention. Not that it really mattered; Arianna wasn't expecting anything serious to come of her flirting with him, or anyone this summer. She was more of a fling type of girl-- more worried about her next beer than her next boyfriend.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Freya and Sean slip off together, and her eyebrow raised. She said nothing as her eyes slid over to Avery. Before they could make eye contact, Arianna heard Ivy's annoying voice, whining to Brice that her bags were just so damn heavy. She couldn't stop herself from scoffing and rolling her eyes as she took a swig of her beer, wondering for a second where her other one had gone. "Did you bring your house with you?" She asked, turning away before she could answer. She'd heard someone say mimosa.

Avery was in the kitchen, and Arianna realized it had been her who'd brought up mimosas. "Count me in. How can I help?" She approached the counter, opening the cabinet to find glasses or cups, or whatever the hell was here.

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[Reiia silver]

Erisa Taki​

Erisa had to listen the whole drive down that she needed to make sure not to do anything stupid and that they were only allowing her to go for getting such a good grade on her finals. Letting her go? Erisa could have fought them on that, but she was just glad for the ride. This trip was something she needed and her friend Delilah was going, whom her parents thought was a bad influence, but Erisa could care less. Delilah was someone who had been there for her, she even might say she had a bit of a crush on her.

Finally after a long drive they had arrived and by the looks of it so had Delilah. She heard her parents telling her what not to do as she grabbed her bag and finally made her way over to where her friend was and hugged her. “Delilah! I am so glad to see you!” Her voice was happy, and she would not let go of her friend. “You would not believe what my parents went on about, how they let me come and all that jazz! Ugh! I so need this vacation! Let’s go find our room!” She took Delilah by the hand and lead her towards the building, it was rather hot and she didn’t really like the heat, but it was all different when Delilah was with her.

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[JustAlexandra]

Mood: Excited
Location: Kitchen/House
Currently: Being Hot AF/Talking to ppl/ Making a drink
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Avery Grace​

Avery smiled at Seans kiss that he blew to her, but when he turned around she frowned. They had hardly been there ten minutes and he was already leaving her to talk to other girls. But, Freya was her friend. She felt like she could trust Freya, and hoped that that was true.

Ivy had toted Brice off to get her things, which was too bad for Brice. Arianna joined Avery in the kitchen, getting out the glasses. She opened the fridge, pulling out the orange juice and grabbed a bottle of champagne off the bar. "Hmmm... I hope this is good," she said, reading the label but not recognizing the name. She poured in the orange juice and then the Champagne, probably more than what one would normally put in, and then did the same for Arianna. "Cheers!" she said, clinking the glass against Arianna's before tagging a big swig. She didn't bother to put away the orange juice, assuming that someone else would come along to either clean it up or make their own.

Avery was trying to hear what Freya and Sean were talking about, but she couldn't really hear them at all. Frowning, she looked up at Arianna. "So, are you ready to par-taaaay?" she asked, shaking her hips a bit and changing out her frown for a grin. "There's a pool in the back too, I can tell you that I will be skinny dipping," she said, winking at Arianna. Avery loved to skinny dip. Really, she just loved to show off her body. She was the type of girl that could eat everything under the sun and not gain a pound, and she knew it. On top of that, cheerleading had given her a tone figure.

Still feeling a bit irritated that Sean was still gone off with Freya, she yelled around the corner. "Sean, Can you get my bags pleaaaaase?" she asked in a cutesy voice. She still didn't want a fight.

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[Florels]

Freya Thomas

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Freya neared the top of the stairs and took a sharp right, her calves starting to hurt from the steps as she hadn’t been allowed to exercise properly for a number of years, to try and aid her in putting on weight which had gone about as well of all the other tactics which the doctors had employed having not worked at all leaving her with an underweight and rather muscle free frame that she often felt embarrassed abut especially since some girls had started to comment bout how flat chested and boyish she looked one particular nasty vulture commenting on a photo of Freya in a bikini that she bet that Freya was a virgin because her bones would cut anyone who tried to engage in intercourse . She recounted this situation in her head, shaking it off a little as she saw Sean catching up though this didn’t take very long. Before he started to talk about the text bringing Freya back to the present “Yeah I got your text, and right now no bullshit can you tell me what’s going on” She said firmly as she looked down seeing Avery glance away quickly and noting that she had to talk to Avery later to assure her that nothing was going on. Her tone was usually gentle and waiflike but Sean was important and his situation was more important than her personal preferences and occasionally needed firmness. She listened to his apology and sighed mimicking his actions unknowingly and running a hand through her hair as she responded “It’s all good, you just can’t fucking worry me like that you know how I get” She said pushing him by the shoulders to make her point but her small frame compared to his athletic one caused him to move less than an inch just causing her to roll her eyes and cross her lithe arms, looking stern through her posture but concerned through her face

This is when Averys voice started to herald through the house and Freya bit her lip and muttered "oh for goodness sake" under her breath both not wanting to cause a fuss but also not wanting to leave Sean hanging and without knowing what he was going to say "please, can you just tell her to wait five minutes" she said with a bittersweet smile to indicate that she was honestly just wanting to know what was going on

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[Cychotic]

sean lane

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Sean shoved his hands into his pockets, watching as Freya struggled up the stairs. The male cursed inwardly, knowing he should have chose a better location for her. As they reached the top, he gave her a concerned look.

"They still aren't letting you exercise, huh," Sean stated.

He new extremely well how thin Freya was. The lingering eyes from others and vicious comments had been given to Freya without warning. Sean had wanted to go in a rampant rage to deal with those ignorant clucks, but was refrained from doing so.

He clenched his fists. Freya's firm voice was a familiar one. Sean often was the one on the receiving end of it due to his unruly and fleeting nature.

"I don't know," he admitted to her. As if he knew what was going on as of late. The relationship between Avery and him was taking its toll. Night after night, he would have dreams of horrid things.

Sometimes they depicted him, strung across a dangerous overpass, with Avery singing revenge songs in his ear.

Every single time, it would end up with him being jolted awake with regrets. So many regrets.

He was a bit taken aback when Freya attempted to shove him. Sean took only a bit of a step back in response. His brows furrowed with frustration as Avery's voice rung about the house.

With a sigh, he nodded to Freya. "I can ask for a bit more time, but I think it would be better to talk as I'm getting the bags."

Sean cast a musing look towards the girl. "Do you need me to carry you down?" He asked jokingly. Even if he was initially protraying a humorous tone, Sean knew he was also being completely serious.

"Wouldn't want to make everyone believe that chicalry's dead, although most of it is, anyways."

Shrugging, he started to head down, only reaching the first step from the top. Sean cupped his hands around his mouth and began to shout, hoping Avery wouldn't whine about his actions.

After all, they were both tired of fighting. At this point, he might as well be full on romantic to avoid it.

"Sure, princess!" He replied, looking towards Freya.

"We'll talk in a bit, unless you want to follow me down," he stated, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

Sean made his way to the kithen, where Avery was drinking some alcohol he had no clue as to what it was.

"I need you car keys to get your stuff," he mumbled, going in for a soft peck on her cheeks. "I'm going to talk to Freya for just a moment, though," he stated.

Sean took a breath. He really was hoping to continue the conversation Avery had interrupted. He was trying his hardest to be polite, but it was difficult.

He shoved his hand into his pocket, hiding the fact that his palms were curling into fists.

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[Aato]

Brice Tang

Brice had gotten a few greetings in return, smiling and nodding at those who had bothered. Though, his attention was pulled to Ivy when she spoke, asking for - well, telling him to - help with her bags. He looked at her with a squint of his eyes, deciding whether to protest. Something made him decide not to and he scoffed in defeat. "You're lucky you're cute," he said as he placed his own things down by the door.

Overhearing Arianna's snarky comment, he glanced over just in time to see the girl leaving to the kitchen. It had probably only been ten to fifteen minutes here and drama was already trying to get started. 'Girls...' He shook his head. Then his gaze return to Ivy. "C'mon," he nodded toward the door for her to come along so he could get her things.
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[Noivian]

Luis had considering hot boxing his car on the way here, but five minutes into the drive he found himself cranking down the windows anyways. His old junker, a Volvo with hand crank windows and a cassette player, somehow managed to maintain speed limit on the freeway on the way. Luis had wanted to leave early, and had packed the night before, but his parents had called him down and started a heated verbal debate with him about his habits that lasted hours. Hence the want to hot box the car. Regardless, all this seemed to factor into his late arrival to the house. Without an AC - Luis' parents had insisted on him purchasing his own car - Luis stuck his hand out the window, not minding the smoke that blew from the blunt pressed between his fingers. He raised his left hand back up to his lips for another drag, exhaling smoke in a sigh. His car perpetually smelled of weed. He kept a good stash in a hidden compartment under the seats. It's amazing no cop has decided to arrest him yet.

Arriving in the dusty driveway, he looked over the cars parked outside and raised an eyebrow. Ah, yes. His suspicions confirmed his parents made him late, once again. Cranking up the windows, he parked and turned off the car. Holding the blunt between his lips, he opened his door and violently kicked it closed. Not because he was angry, but because it wouldn't close if he didn't. Locking the doors, he moved around to the back of the car, the trunk, and popped it open with a smack of the flat of his hand. Pulling his duffel bag out of the trunk, he slammed the trunk close and turned to the blue house. Hefting the bag over his right shoulder with his right hand, he lifted his left hand to his mouth to take the blunt, exhaling another puff of smoke as he adjusted his sunglasses. This was going to be good.

 

[spookie]

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Lucien was vaguely aware of how he was running late, but if the emo were being completely honest, he didn't really care. Cruising the winding roads in his vintage black Corvette was fun in its own right, even if fitting an assortment of musical supplies inside had been difficult.

Hair blowing wildly in the breeze, he wore a somewhat satisfied smirk that hid his true emotions well. Despite the bad boy appearance and being frontman in a band, Lucifer wasn't particularly social... and parties were not his scene. Still, he'd accepted the invite, hoping a bit of time off would help his creativity. If nothing else, he was sure to find enough drama to inspire something.

One he reached the house, he had to admit it looked nice. The former spoiled rich kid came from old money and had grown up around finer things, but the structure still managed to earn a nod of approval.

Not bothering to turn down the stereo that was currently blasting Bring Me The Horizon, he slid easily into a parking spot and removed the key. Then, gathering his guitar and personal items, Lucien made his way towards the door of the beach house.

He noticed a few others around, but decided not to greet them or otherwise interact until he could set down his stuff. It wouldn't take long, and he didn't want to risk losing or damaging any of his equipment.

"Hey," the raven-haired boy called out to no one in particular, looking around for an empty room to store his stuff. Once he located one, he piled it on the bed, fixed his hair and returned to the main area, scanning for familiar faces of friends and not-exactly-besties alike.

And oh, from the looks of it, there was already drama going on.

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-x memento mori x-

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[Daisy Adley]

"Oh, honey I brought more than you could ever afford." Ivy snapped at Ari, turning back to Brice in a quick second. "She can't help being a jealous bitch." She shrugged, putting a smile on her face as she walked with Brice outside and to her car. She popped open the trunk and moved over to the door over by the driver's side, pulling her strawberry milkshake out of the cupholder. "I brought like, three glasses of Fireball and two Smirnoffs. Only for the people I like, though." She corrected herself, closing her door. The redhead saw Brice standing by the trunk and smiled at him.

"Okay, bitchboy, let's get movin'! I need you to carry the alcohol and my bikini bag. I didn't know which ones to bring, so I brought all of them. " She playfully nudged the guy that stood beside her as she leaned over and grabbed the bags, handing them over to him. She pulled out her suitcase and checked to see if there was anything else she needed to grab, and that seemed just about it. "We should get a head start on picking a room. I don't want to get stuck with some brat." The ginger chuckled, shutting her doors and locking the car.

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♡Arianna Jamison♡​

Location: kitchen

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"Aha!" With a satisfied smile, Arianna pulled down a stack of glasses, setting them on the counter and pulling two off the top. She nudged the rest of the stack aside for everyone else to take from, turning towards Avery as the girl poured the orange juice and an unfamiliar brand of champagne in them. Ari shook her cup to mix the liquids together, and lifted her gaze just as Avery 'cheers'd her. Grinning, Arianna clinked her glass against Avery's, and lifted it to her lips to take a big gulp.

After all, the taste didn't matter much. She was used to burning alcohol, fruity drinks, sour drinks. They all did the same thing: got you drunk.

Either way, the mimosa was pretty good. Arianna lowered her cup and it was already mostly empty, and she turned to pour in a touch more OJ and fill the rest up with more champagne. Without looking at Avery, she nodded in response to the brunette's question, even gave a slight eye roll-- though not meant to disrespect the girl, just that she should know the answer to that question. "You know it! I still have to throw my shit on a bed, but I was planning on hitting the pool soon, too."

Avery's attention seemed to be elsewhere during Arianna's answer, but that was fine. She knew that Avery's relationship with Sean was rocky, but through it all, Avery loved him. Love was supposed to beat all, right? Ha, maybe for everyone else.

Ari heard Yasmine's voice from the other room, unfortunately heading closer to them. She turned around just in time to see her walk in, and see the disappointment on her face as Arianna held up the bottle of champagne. Obviously uninterested in the mimosas, she turned to the bar to find something else, and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Tilting her head to the side, Arianna leaned back against the counter. "Shots?"

Turning her head slightly, she saw Brice walking out of the house with Ivy and scowled, though she wiped the expression off her face after a moment. They had all summer; she could have him for a few minutes. She noticed a black haired kid with a guitar and perked up. Hell no she couldn't play, but that didn't mean she didn't like to do guitar karaoke when she was trashed.

Sean had come in to get Avery's keys, but even an idiot could tell he was distracted. Arianna watched him go with her head tilted to the side, then she rolled her head so she was looking at Avery. "Are you two on the outs again?"

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[JustAlexandra]

Mood: Excited
Location: Kitchen/House
Currently: Being stupid with Yas
Mentions:@Cychotic princxss Florels apolla Aato Noivian spookie

We're all a little naive

Avery Grace​

Avery smiled as she watched Sean walk down the stairs, feeling satisfied as he came up to her and asked for her keys. The feeling flitted away though as he said he was going to continue his conversation with Freya. She tried to hide her dissapointment and the slight anger she felt, but she wasn't sure she was doing it well. Not making eye contact with him, she grabbed her keys off the counter and held them over to him, dropping them in her hand. "You can pick a room for us," she said, trying not to sound too pissed. She had the right mind to go out there with the two of them, but she decided not to. She may be jealous and nosy, but she was not going to be a bitch about the whole thing. Not like Ivy, who Avery could hear outside practically verbally assaulting Brice. Poor Brice.

Yasmin came up to the two, talking about drinks. She was apparently disappointed in their mimosa's, because she popped behind the bar and came up with some Vodka. "Damn, Yas. Goin hard already? It's like 12," Avery said, laughing and hopping around the edge of the bar with her. She set her drink down on the ledge, giggling. "I won't tell if you wont," she said, twisting off the top as Yas was holding it.

While she was squatting there, she heard a car pull up and smelled the undeniable smell of pot. Luis wasn't even in the house yet and she could smell him coming in. Not that she minded the smell of pot, it was just a distinct smell. She didn't really know Luis but she had seen him around and the others had told her that he was the drug dealer, so she made the assumption. She also heard someone else come in, say hello and clomp up the stairsr. She couldn't put a name to the voice but they didn't sound very familiar. Whatever they were doing, they seemed in a hurry.

"No, we're fine," she said. "I think, at least," she said and then turned back to the alcohol. "Let's just drink," she said, not wanting to get pissed off by thinking about Sean more than she needed to.

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[Noivian]

Tilting his head side to side, Luis sighed softly as the joints in his neck popped. Much better. Looking over, he watched as a prissy-looking girl called some dude a bitchboy and ordered him to carry her bikini bag. Wow, rude. Luis reminded himself to try and figure out who that was and to steer clear of her at all costs. Shouldering his duffel bag, he followed behind the two up to the house, knocking lightly on the open front door as he stepped in. "I'm here!" he called into the house, knowing at least Freya would recognize his voice. She was the one who invited him, after all. If anything, the smell of pot would announce his arrival. Not that anyone would mind - drugs were always welcome at a party, and if what Luis was told was correct, this summer was going to be nothing but parties. Not that he minded. That just meant more money for him, more people to sell to.

The inside of the house was nice, and despite the few whiffs of heat that remained in the structure, the AC was strong and kicking. If the place wasn't cool enough, it would be cooler soon. He could already smell the beach outside, and a quick glance at the decor told him there were luxuries to be had indoors, as well. That wouldn't be surprising. Heading upstairs quickly, he set his stuff down in a vacant room, before returning to the kitchen where the most people seemed to be gathered. "Hey, got a shot for me?" he asked, spying the vodka.

 

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♡Arianna Jamison♡​

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"Uh huh..." Arianna glanced at the spot Sean had been a few moments before, then shrugged and drank the rest of her mimosa. Arianna wasn't the best when it came to spilling your guts out too, especially if she was drunk. Her solution to most heartbreak, if not all, was to take a shot and get the fuck back out there. She was pretty sure she'd said that to Avery a few times, yet for some reason, Avery still liked her.

The smell of pot permeated the air, and Arianna sniffed appreciatively. Luis appeared seconds later, just as Yasmine was pouring shots. Hell, she even poured one for Ari, and Ari had been preparing to grab her own shot. "Ooh, thanks." She reached for the glass and pulled it closer, studying the clear liquid inside. Thankfully, mixing alcohols really wasn't a problem for Ari anymore. She rarely threw up, though sometimes she did quite a bit of dry heaving. She did still get the spins though, but those were fun. And no, she could not walk a straight drunk. Or sober, for that matter.

Arianna took the shot, then froze with the liquor still in her mouth. She looked like a chipmunk for a second, before swallowing and smiling. "My bad. Were we supposed to cheers? Ah, fuck it. Pour me another one anyway." She blinked up at Luis, resting her chin on her hands. "Come on, Luis. Don't you have any free samples? It's summer..."

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