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Kat smiled at her her well-dressed friend. The monk joke for her was one of the single handedly worst and best jokes of all time. She had learnt the joke from a Camp Counselor when she was around 10. For years she has practiced telling the joke, making sure she paused at the right time. All of that work and practice lead to this. Telling her favourite joke in a party bus full of people she sort of recognized, in her by far dorkiest pyjamas. She took a deep breath before beginning.

"Okay so, there's this guy and he's driving down a road when suddenly his car breaks down. But, luckily there's this monastery nearby. So he goes to the monastery looking for help. He knocks on the door and he's all like,"

Kat pauses before putting on her best male new yorker accent (which in actuality was quite terrible, athough it's hard to tell if that was purposeful for comedic effect), "My car broke down. Do ya think I could stay the night?"

Her voice morphs into a more calming and melodic character voice,"Of course sir, come in,"

Then finally she reverts back to her normal voice,"The monks then take him in, they feed him, they fix his car and when the man goes to sleep they give him the nicest bed. But as he's trying to go to sleep that night he hears a strange sound. The next morning he of course ya know asks the monks what it was. The monks tell him sorry we can't tell you, you're not a monk. So the mans kind of upset but he thanks them and leaves. A few years pass and the same man is driving down the same road. When his car breaks down. Again. So, he of course goes to the monastery asks for their help. The monks once again, feed him, fix his car and give him the best bed. That night as he's trying to fall asleep he hears the noise that heard all those years ago. The next morning he's all like what is that noise? And the monks are once again telling him that they can't tell him because he is not a monk," Kat pauses taking a breath.

"So, this guy is desperate now. He really wants to know what the hell is making that noise. And desperate times call for desperate measures and since the only way he can find out is by becoming a monk, he asks them how to become a monk. And then the monks tell him that he must travel the earth and he must count every single blade of grass and every single sand pebble then once he has found these numbers he can become a monk. So of course like any reasonable person that is exactly what he does. For 54 years. He counts blades of grass and sand pebbles. Finally he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. The monks greet him and he's like alright I've got your numbers, he pulls out two long pieces of paper," Kat mimes unrolling a scroll.

"There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth. And the monks kind of are in awe, cause he actually did it. So, they're all like congrats you are now a monk! We'll now lead you to the sound. And the mans like great, finally after all these years I will finally know.
The monks lead the man to a wooden door where the head monk says, The sound is right behind that door. The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked.
So, he says, Real funny. Can I have the key? The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire, And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, This is the last key to the last door. The man is relieved to know that he has finally reached to the end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound," Kat pauses, "But he can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk."

She leans back on the party bus seat and waits for Ana's reaction. She remembered her own reaction when she had first heard the joke. The sheer amount of fury and anger her ten year old body exuded. Then after some time had passed she realized the comdeic genius of it all. This joke was only funny when delivered well, even then the humour came with time. Kat looked around the bus, checking to see if anyone else had heard the joke.

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zoe hazel

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Zoe found herself happy at Vivian's reaction to seeing her, and hugged her back with equal enthusiasm. It was nice knowing that people missed her as much as she had missed them. She nodded at Viv's comment and remained standing as Vivian sat and began drilling her with questions.

"Well I haven't exactly started, I've just spent most of my time shitting myself with anxiety about the whole thing." Zoe trailed off, raising her eyebrow as Vivian pulled out a flask, that's one way to get things started. Zoe foolishly thought that the drinking would wait till they're not in a moving vehicle, but thinking back on it, that's probably one of the stupidest things she's ever thought.

The conversation remained paused as Anvindr entered the bus and waved at her, Zoe, with a stupid smile on her face, waved back. She made a note to find him later once she's finished up with Vivian. More people started coming in, one of them being Devon, who unsurprisingly had a set of shot glasses ready for any passengers. Vivian got them some glasses and shot Zoe down before she could say no.

"If I throw up on your clothes you can't complain." She laughed, she held on to the drink but wasn't sure if she planned on drinking it.

More and more people were arriving, some she knew and some she barely recognized, and Zoe was fairly certain Wes didn't invite any of them. She didn't expect to be surrounded by so many strangers and felt a little uncomfortable. Not only would she have to catch up with her old friends, but she'd also have to try and make new ones, or at least not feel awkward around them this whole trip. She wasn't sure if Wes cared though, and rolled her eyes at his short quip towards Devon. She always found their bickering funny, but if gone on too long she found herself wanting to jump out the nearest window, hopefully, she could avoid their conversations during this trip, hopefully.

When Devon joined them and mentioned Vivian becoming cheerleading captain, Zoe's eyes widened, remembering some of their text conversations.

"Shit yeah, what about your scholarship? I never got to congradulate you!" She exclaimed, lightly hitting Vivian on the arm from where she stood.
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Jolena Esposito
Location: Party Bus
Mentions: Wes ( zippy zippy ), Devon ( sox sox ), Anvindr ( JayeTheKat JayeTheKat ), Claire ( Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy ), Lucien ( S Spook ), Savannah ( apolla apolla )
Interactions: Open
Outfit: x


Jolena looked up as a few others filed in, feeling the anxiety begin to rise in her blood like fire. She wasn't big into crowds, but the relaxing effects of alcohol would fix that in a few minutes. She heard Wes make a quip at Devon, but ignored it with a simple roll of her eyes. Those two would be at each others' throats all summer and, while Devon was her friend, Jo couldn't say that it wouldn't be entertaining. She gratefully took both shots from Devon and tossed one back, the alcohol burning like she had just drank straight gasoline. Jo savored that feeling, smirking as she set the empty shot glass back on the table top. The brunette let the alcohol settle for a moment, dark brown eyes scanning the rest of the bus.

Vivian, the blonde cheerleader, sat alongside Zoe, having an engaging chat. Anvindr wouldn't even look in Jo's direction, still giving her the everlasting cold shoulder she didn't quite understand. Claire, so cheerful and excited, probably believed that nothing would go wrong on this trip and Jo appreciated her naivety. Lucien slipped in as quietly as possible, followed by what Jolena could consider his exact opposite. Savannah was walking energy, and Jo appreciated her for that. She was always down for a fun time. The brunette closed her eyes for a moment, thinking back to all of the parties she went to in a drugged-induced haze. She remembered bits and pieces, but never the entire story. As much as she hoped this summer would be different, Jolena wasn't too optimistic about it.

Opening her eyes, Jolena smirked and downed the second shot. They were on a party bus, with an open bar and enough alcohol to fill a frat house. Might as well has some fun with it. Jo grabbed a high ball glass and put a couple of cubes of ice in it. Grabbing the large bottle of whiskey from the open bar, Jo filled the glass nearly to the rim. Sitting back down, she pulled a couple pf pills from her pocket and washed it down with a large gulp of whiskey. She said she would go on this trip. She most certainly didn't agree to doing it sober.

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Ryker Maddox
Location: Party Bus
Mentions: None
Interactions: Dom ( apolla apolla ), Estelle ( deer deer ), Nisha ( sox sox )
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Ryker inhaled against, leaning his head back against the cool metal of the van. The daylight felt nice against his skin. For a guy that spent a little more time than average outside, he rarely burned and wasn't super tan. Good genes maybe. Hearing footsteps approach, a smirk fell upon Ryker's lips as he opened his eyes and met the gaze of Dom. Grinning, Ry took a step towards his friend and nodded in greeting. "Hey, Dom, how's it been man?" he asked, bringing the cigarette to his lips again to take a drag. While they probably weren't the closest friends ever to walk the Earth, Ryker appreciated the friendship they did have, though he would never admit it to Dom. Glancing back at the bus at Dom's follow-up question, Ryker turned back and shook his head. "Nah, man. Not quite sure I want to be on a bus with them any longer than necessary," he answered sarcastically.

Ryker took another deep drag from the cigarette, savoring the burnt nicotine feeling that filled his lungs. The relaxation that he felt was quickly dispersed by the sound of an irritated feminine voice. Brown eyes raked over the blonde's slim frame, admiring it for a brief moment before registering her scathing words. "Easy there, Princess. If you keep spitting venom like that, someone might mistake you for Medusa," Ryker responded, playful sarcasm dripping from his tone as he smirked. Before he could taunt her more, a second girl approach, just as pretty as the first. She eyed his cigarette, and Ry pulled the pack from his back pocket to offer it to her. "I'm not usually one to share. But you don't seem like the type to take no as an answer."

With that, Ryker realized the cargo holds and the bus behind him were both relatively full. He could feel the excited energy of the bus, and rolled his eyes. Just a bunch of teenagers, ready to get wasted and have no inhibitions for two whole months. That sounded like his kind of party. Ryker took one final drag from the cigarette and dropped it to the ground, stomping out the ember beneath his red Vans sneaker. "Well, as riveting as this conversation, I think it's time to move it on to the bus. But you ladies are welcome to sit with us if you like." With a wink, Ryker turned to climb the stairs into the party bus.

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Dom
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Location: on the bus | Tags: Ryker MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat ; Estelle ( deer deer ); Nisha ( sox sox ); Nyaja ( JayeTheKat JayeTheKat ); Kat ( blackglassesaa blackglassesaa ); Ana ( Gomenesigh Gomenesigh )
Dom inhaled deeply on the cigarette cradled between his lips as he leaned against the side of the bus. Ryker looked alright for someone fresh out of juvie. Dom had to admit that the last year or so without his friend had been quite boring. Ryker and Dom, the two troublemakers, always causing mayhem together. Of course, after Dom got kicked out of school, there wasn't much trouble to be made anymore. No freshman to harass, no girls to flip their skirts. Just the thought made him smirk.

Chuckling at Ryker's comment about not wanting to be on the bus with them for longer than necessary, he rolled his eyes. "That I can understand." Before he could continue, a sharp, almost condescending tone reached his ears. Turning, cigarette still in between his lips, he quirked a brow at the fancily-clad girl before them. "Well, excuse me, princess. I wasn't aware your majesty would be joining us lowly peasants."

Pushing himself off the side of the bus, he walked the few steps in her direction, taking the cigarette and exhaling smoke. He didn't blow it in her face, but off to the side. "Don't worry, let me handle this." Taking her bags with a surprisingly gentle grip, he turned towards the bus-- and tossed the bag inside. "Oops. Hope nothing broke." Taking one last drag from his smoke, he flicked it in a random direction and started to turn back to Ryker, before another female approached, and then another.

"Oh, to what do we owe this pleasure?" Dom asked sarcastically, watching as Ryker handed a cigarette over to Nisha. Nyaja remained quiet beyond offering Estelle some clothes. "That's it, I'm out. Yes, please." He responded to Ryker, following his friend onto the bus. Once up the stairs, he glanced around at the many faces, a slow grin spreading out over his features.

Spotting Kat and Ana, he clasped Ryker on the shoulder and then slid over in their direction. "Well good afternoon, Kat, Bella." He grinned down at the two of them, sliding his hands into his pockets. "How are you two doing on this lovely day?"





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Jude Kendall
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location: party bus
mood: neutral
tags: apolla apolla
Beads of sweat formed on Jude's forehead as he biked aggressively down the street. Quite a trek it was, getting from his home to the school with a full 15 miles standing between his front door and the parking lot of the school. Normally the ride wasn't so bad, and he would make it casually in the span of about 45 minutes. But he'd affixed a make shift cart to the back of his bike and tugged it along behind him. Inside the cart rested an old worn down suitcase and a small duffel bag, each containing everything that he would need for the next 2 months.

Honestly if Jude were to make an enumerated list, this party would be the absolute last thing that he saw himself doing this summer. Having graduated high school but with no plans to attend college, he had other ideas for his idea of a fun filled summer. In preparation for focusing the rest of his life on environmental activism Jude initially planned on a personal outing to the Appalachian Mountains. He wanted to truly become one with nature, not caring how silly some people would find it. But his mother worried far too much for Jude to realize that dream. No cell service, and being so young out on his own. She simply felt that it was too much too soon.

So when Jude caught wind of the party, he decided maybe it was for the best. Not everything in his life had to be so dreadfully serious, right? Maybe taking some time to chill with peers his own age (some of who could maybe even be considered friends) would give him some perspective in life that he seemed to be missing out on. Of course, there was a chance that Jude was making a huge mistake, but being the optimist he was he refused to let that deter him once he set his mind.

Pulling into the parking lot Jude couldn't help the disappointed sigh that escaped his lips when he saw the huge bus they were supposed to be taking. He hoped the drive wasn't too long because he could practically feel the earth choking to death on the toxic fumes emitted. In one sweeping motion he unmounted his bike and chained it to the bike rack. Although the thing was so rundown that someone would have to be really desperate to even consider taking it. Jude like it just fine, though. It had character.

He slung his bags over each shoulder and approached the small group that was gathered in front of the luggage compartment. The boys didn't look all that familiar to him, but the girls were easily recognizable as two of the most popular (and rich) in the school and even the whole area. Perhaps this wasn't Jude's ideal crowd, so he kept his distance and ignored the banter going back and forth. When they started to file into the bus, Jude moved forward to place his bags in the underneath compartment. A flurry of motion caught his attention and caused him to pause in his steps. One that most would ignore but Jude truly couldn't help himself.

One of the boys had careless flicked their cigarette butt onto the ground.

Jude knelt down, making sure it wasn't still ignited before gingerly scooping it into his hands. Litter was the bane of his existence. He stowed his bags away before climbing the stairs onto the bus. Honestly, he didn't care enough to look around and evaluate who was there. The boy had only one thing on his mind right now. The litterer seemed to be engaged in conversation, but Jude positioned himself awkwardly in his line of vision.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt but..." his voice was quiet but not shy. After years of doing this he no longer felt the slight fear that came with correcting someone else's negative behavior. "I couldn't help but notice you litter this."

He held up the cigarette gingerly between two fingers as if he didn't want to touch it but he was forced to by circumstance.

"I'm sure you know that cigarettes are not biodegradable, so to toss them on the ground is a bit rude to Mother Earth. I mean, I pick them up anyways and have a way to recycle them but please keep this in mind next time. Honestly, smoking is bad for you health anyways, so it'd be ideal if you quit."

Jude didn't make eye contact at all while he spoke, instead focusing on the cigarette before slipping it into his pocket. His recycling program would do a much better job with it than a landfill.
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Estelle Darla Sterling


❛ turned her tears to diamonds in her c r o w n


"Easy there, Princess. If you keep spitting venom like that, someone might mistake you for Medusa."

Narrowing her eyes, Estelle scoffed at the comment the male made. However, unconsciously, Estelle looked at her blonde locks, wondering if it was obvious she escaped the formal party she was just recently attending. Was her hair in disarray? Regardless, she knew her formal dress would give way to her recent appointment, but, Estelle couldn't help but think of the Gorgon. If she had the ability to turn men into stone by having them look into her eyes, she would've wished these two boys were stoned.

Whether his comment was an insult to injury or praise, Estelle took it as a compliment knowing she'd use those abilities on those who crossed her. Biting her lip, Estelle wanted to make a comeback, but, before she could, the other male stepped forward, commenting.

Estelle couldn't help but narrow her eyes at him, smelling like fire and ash. His puff of clouds weren't in her face, however, she internally groaned knowing the smell of smoke was now on her clothes.

"Well, excuse me, princess. I wasn't aware your majesty would be joining us lowly peasants."

At hearing his words, Estelle could only raise a brow, folding her arms as she looked upon him.

"Don't worry, let me handle this."

Before she knew it, her luggage was gently taken from her. Confused, Estelle looked at the male with distrust as she wondered if he was going to help her put her luggage away. Perhaps there was a good bone in his body. However, it seemed Estelle thought too soon. Without warning, Bone, a nickname in her head she decided to refer to him by, decided to throw her luggage into the cargo before feigning an apology.

"Oops. Hope nothing broke."

Oh, she was pissed. He was absolutely lucky she didn't bring anything of value or expense. That laissez-faire, devil may care attitude may work and charm other females, but not her. She had a half mind to tell the boy off only to reign back when she felt a tap on her shoulder and a familiar voice.

"Hey, gorgeous. It's been a damn long month apart from you, these two kids bothering you?"

Heat rose to her cheeks whether, by anger or embarrassment, Estelle turned her head to the side, only to be greeted by an absolute goddess. Her eyes didn't burn anymore as Estelle felt her mood slowly shift. Her big doe eyes lit up as her shoulders began to relax while the feeling of irritation slowly faded. A smile formed across her lips as she was more than excited, relieved even, to see Nisha. Luck seemed to be on her side, feeling a sense of bond towards her friend.

"Love," She softly said, "It really has. We must catch up. One month is way too long in our world."

Although Estelle forgot about the boys momentarily, Estelle sighed internally when Nisha remarked if the kids were bothering her.

"They aren't worth the hassle." Estelle stoicly stated.

She refused to let anger take her over and have them control her emotions. Estelle could only shake her head before quietly watching the interactions between Nisha and Stone, another nickname to refer the other male as, who offered her a cigarette. Furrowing her brows, Estelle could only click her tongue, ready to fuss over the habit, especially when Nisha was involved.

"Estelle! You escaped a party I'm guessing? I can lend you a change of clothes when we arrive if you'd like, although that dress is hella cute."

Blinking back her surprise at hearing another voice, Estelle turned to look at another lovely being, Nyaja. Another smile crossed her features as a small grin formed. "Nyaja! You made it. Oh, it is so good to have you here as well."

Looking down at her clothes, Estelle sheepishly shrugged her shoulder, giving a wink. "You know how it is. Definitely a successful escape." However, at hearing Nyaja offering her clothes, Estelle gasped, nodding quickly as a soft squeal escaped her lips, "Well, merci, love. That would be fabulous! A change of clothes out of these stuffy one sounds great."

Her luck was turning and Estelle couldn't be happier.

At hearing Stone offering them a seat with them as Bone dipped, Estelle couldn't help but sigh. Two months with these bozos and even more unwanted guest? How hard could it be, right?

Shaking her head, Estelle agreed. "Time to get this show on the road. Hopefully, Wesley stacked up on the liquor and the beach house. I'd love a room with an ocean view, how about you?" She asked, not necessarily directly towards Nisha or Nyaja.

Soon, Estelle climbed the stairs of the party bus and with a strong whiff, she could smell the alcohol, different perfume, and felt the walls closing in on her. The bus was absolutely packed like sardines and Estelle couldn't help but scrunch up her nose. Her eyes glanced around for Wesley only for her to hiss slightly as seeing him before she saw Angelina. Another relief crossed her features at seeing her friend's arrival as well.

But, the only problem remained, where could they find an open spot. Nevertheless, Estelle chose a spot that was open, squeezing slightly around the area, hoping Nisha and Nyaja were near her during the ride to the beach house. The way towards the bar seemed to be a cluster-fuck, for the lack of better words and Estelle pouted slightly. "A drink would be lovely right now." She stated to no one in particular.

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Ana motioned for Kat to continue the joke as scurried to the back of the bus to get her stuff. She put her tablet safely in her bag as she walked back over and sat down next to Kat, stowing her bag back under her legs. The bus was starting to fill up rather quickly and she sat as close as she could without getting too much in her personal space. It was one of her longer jokes, but she knew it would be worth it in the end. Her brows furrowed together in concentration and she leaned forward, chin on her hand as she listened.



When Kat finally got to the punchline, Ana just stared at her in silence. She almost thought there were more to the joke, but that seemed to be it. She kind of dramatically threw her hands up and let her head fall back. “Kat that was aaaawwwful. I don’t like jokes without a funny end.” She let her head drop, a small pout on her face as she playfully swatted at her friend. A smile soon spread across her features and she couldn’t help but laugh softly. “It was actually good though, in the worst way possible.”



Well good afternoon, Kat, Bella. Ana didn’t have to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. There was only one person in the world who ever used that name with her, but still she turned. She could feel the heat burning in her face as she locked eyes with the blue pair of Dominic’s. She instantly turned away, a hand moving up to rake what was left of her hair over her reddened cheeks. She sat there silently, unsure of how to even answer the simplest of questions until finally, “I uh.. everything’s f-fine.. Great day..” Her voice was soft and almost drowned out by the crowd around them.



Luckily, a boy came up and pulled away the attention from the current interaction. She kind of recognized him, but couldn’t really remember his name. Regardless, she was thankful. It gave her time to at least try and composer herself. Her hands pressed against her cheeks and she tried to cool them off while she let out a few long breaths.

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Savannah
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the wild child


Location: on the bus | Tags: Claire ( Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy ); Lucien ( spookie spookie )

Almost as soon as Savannah stepped onto the bus, shots were being handed out. "Ooh, yes, please." Eyes flashing with glee, she took one of the shots being handed out, downing it without a second thought. "Oh, shit, that's good." Setting the tiny shot glass back on the counter it'd come from, she turned to survey who had arrived since she had.

So many people. She didn't mind that, really. There were faces she knew, and faces she only knew of, and even a few that she didn't recognize at all. Shrugging, she spotted Claire not too far from her. Although they couldn't be described as best friends, Savannah at least knew her name, thanks to her invite. Popping up behind the blonde, she poked both of her sides and poked her head around. "Hey, Claire!"

Looking at the others, Savannah grinned at them and sent a wave in their direction. "Is this bus moving yet? I'm seriously in need of some beach time. How long til we get there?" Still looking around the bus, her eyes landed on someone she never would have expected to see. "Oh, shit, Lucien!" She waved to hopefully catch the boys attention. "Come over here!"





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Katherine Nguyen had never played Dungeons and Dragons in her life, at least not that anyone could prove. So, of course, she wouldn't understand at all what someone means when they tell her that she has a high intelligence score but low wisdom. No, she would have no clue what that meant or if someone tried to tell that her passive perception was complete and utter shit. No, Kat would have no clue what any of this would mean because she did not play a half-orc revenge paladin in a campaign for two years with her theatre friends. Katherine Nguyen had never played Dungeons and Dragons in her life but, that doesn't mean that the comments about her intelligence and passive perception were wrong.
Well, they would be both right and wrong. Kat could tell when someone was happy, sad, angry or uncomfortable she was quite good at understanding people. Unless it had to do with pining or crushes. Kat for some reason or another did not understand how people acted when they were flustered or were romantically interested in someone. You vaguely think someone is good looking and you're blushing? Kat can't tell. That just sort of enters her mind and is immediately disposed of. It's thrown far, far, far away from her. It is no where near her train of thought. Which has caused slight probelms in the past but nothing truly, really dire. Which is why when her friend began blushing and acting flustered usual behaviour for when one thinks another is cute, Kat didn't think anything of it. It entered her mind but, it just wasn't processed.
Kat turned and looked at the boy behind Dominic. She recognized him but didn't know his name. She was (actually) able to tell that he was not happy. No he seemed quite upset. And Dominic seemed like he was going to be on the receiving end of his fury. Kat leaned farther into the party couch which wasn't really possible but she certainly tried and watched as a small grin spread across her face. She was a fan of small and harmless chaos like the type that was most likely just about to ensue.
"Hey, Dominic I think someone would like to speak to you," She said gesturing to the boy. She watched and waited in excitement for what was going to unfurl. But, of course apart of her was scared that this could get physical. And god she hoped it didn't. She leaned over to Ana and whispered in her ear,
"Watch, this is going to be hella interesting," She quickly pulled back and curled up more onto the couch. She turned and shot a glance down the bus and saw that kids were already handing out shots. Christ she thought. She had had a feeling there was going to be drinking, but already? And Kat didn't really like dealing with drunk teens. She'd been to enough parties to that for a fact. But, if this were like any other party she'd end up helping putting the drunk kids to bed and giving them all water. Cause it was the right thing to do, and it's what her sister always told her to do.
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Nisha gladly accepted the cigarette handed to her, but when she caught the disapproving stare Estelle was shooting in her direction, she decided it wouldn't hurt to light it another time. Although she didn't feel any sort of way towards anyone, the blonde Brit held the closest semblance to a soft spot Nisha could muster. Rolling her eyes, she pocketed the loosey and followed her onto the bus, which was already crowded with every clique she could have imagined. "Who the fuck invited the Breakfast Club...?" she hissed through gritted teeth towards their ever-so-amicable host, Wes, who was lingering just within hearing distance.

With a dramatic sigh and a pointed look in Wes' direction, she made her way to the bar and downed one of the shooters lined up for the taking. It tasted like absolute ass, but she had far too many nights pounding shots before banquets under her belt to be fazed by the foul liquid. 'If it gets the job done, then so fucking be it,' she reasoned with a scowl, shaking her head to dispel the shudder running through her gut. At least she had Estelle and Nyaja to get her through this mess of a party.

There didn't seem to be too many available seats left, especially considering the mass of bodies constantly obstructing her view, but Nisha spotted an open stretch closer to the stripper pole and promptly headed over. "Hey, douche," she greeted Jamal, who grinned in return and gestured towards the spot next to him. The young heiress sat down as he placed his arm across the back of her seat. "Didn't expect your pretty ass to actually show up. Tired of getting your dick wet in the Vegas cesspool?"

Jamal tossed his head back in a full-bodied laugh. "Of course not, love, but you know I could never turn down an invite from you." He winked in the most cringe-inducing way possible, causing Nisha to smack his chest in disgust. "For real, though. I'm heading out to Morocco in the fall, so I figured I'd spend one last summer with you losers. Didn't think we'd get this kind of crowd, though, not going to lie..."

Nisha hummed in agreement, only half listening as she scanned the rest of the party bus. Her gaze rested on the boy who gave her the cigarette, and a sly smirk turned up the corners of her lips. He was devilishly cute, exactly the type of guy she'd approach on a night out if she was in the mood for some fun. With a flick of her hair over her shoulder, Nisha locked eyes with him and patted the empty seat next to her, returning his wink from earlier before turning back to whatever the hell Jamal was going on about.

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Vivian Macario

Vivian downed her shot and noted the bitter taste. Devon was right, it was really strong. She could handle it though. "Not if I throw up on you first," she laughed at Zoe's comment. She wasn't one to throw up, but she would probably be drinking more alcohol than Zoe so if one of them did it would probably be her. She looked on as more people boarded the bus. She vaguely recognized most of them, but she was certain she wasn't yet friends with the majority of these people. The more people that entered, the more she wondered who was in charge of invites. It couldn't've been Wes, he hated a lot of these people. The crowd assured her that this trip would be interesting.

She smiled as Devon came and sat down next to her, glad they weren't completely avoiding each other. "Oh yeah, it definitely was!" she grinned, fondly remembering the last year of high school as cheer captain. It was aa great achievement for her and she enjoyed every minute of it. She laughed as Zoe remarked on her scholarship. "It's going well. Most of the girls on the team are nice, there are a few of your average cutthroat cheerleaders but overall nothing I can't handle," she grinned. Cheer was going well for Viv, but she wasn't sure what she'd do after it was over. She didn't want to dwell on her uncertainty in life though. She picked up her flask again and took a sip of the vodka then offered it to Devon.
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Phoebe Owens



Location: Home, Uber, Bus
Mentions: Wes, Vivian, Devon,
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When Phoebe found out about the two month vacation party, she was ecstatic and knew she would be going. For one, her best friend, Wes, was hosting the party. She and Wes were close, so there was no way she wasn't going, as she was a good, supportive and loyal friend. She would drop plans for Wes's plans if she had to. Two, she was one of the top people in their school, she would die before missing out on any sort of party, well, any party that mattered.

For the last two months, she planned out her packing; clothes, shoes, essentials, make-up, the whole nine yards. This was a vacation, but she wasn't an animal. Most of everything was knew, except for a few pieces of clothing, a pair or two of shoes, and all her jewelry. She was going to be cooped up with a bunch of people, mainly of higher status (or so she thought), she wasn't about to go with a bunch of clothes, she wore multiple times. That would be too lame and not to mention a stupid move.

By the time today came, she had two suitcases for clothes with some of her electronic stuff mixed in, one for shoes, one for essentials, new make-up, and jewelry/other accessories. Totally in four suitcases and even then, she still had second guesses after all that planning on whether or not it was enough. However, it would have to do, she had no time to add any extras.

This morning she woke up and immediately started getting ready. After she showered, she changed into one of her newer outfits she had planned out, a pink tank crop top that hugged her form and a black mini skirt. She paired it with a simple gold necklace with a ring at the bottom, it rested just a few inches below her neck. Before she continued with anything else, she went downstairs to eat some breakfast, which just consisted of avocado toast. Once she was done, she quickly rushed back upstairs to brush her teeth, brushed her hair, and finally her make-up. Sticking to a simple look, she stuck to most everything; light foundation, contour, highlight, a pink eyeshadow, eyeliner on both the top and the waterline, and finally rosey colored lipstick. After one look at the final product, she gave her self a satisfying smile, slipped on her plain, black, six-inch heels and rushed down to meet her bags and her Uber driver her mom had ordered for her.

The Uber had took a little time getting to the school, her house was one the rich side of town, her school was more in the middle. However once they were there, she climbed out of the car, and towards the bus, as her driver helped her with the rest of her suitcases, which she thought to text her mom to leave a little extra tip for doing so.

Click! Click! Click!

As she entered the bus, her heels announced her presence on the way up the stairs. Holding only her handbag, with her more important things, such as her phone, wallet, keys, etc., she stood at the front of the bus, looking at all the faces. Some she knew would show, like the drama queen, the party animals, the high status people, but there were some she didn't think would be here, especially the nerd (though they might come in handy), the outsiders, and....

"Oh, no," she exclaimed, falling her eyes on Vivian and Devon. Okay, Vivian she kind of understood, she was the Captain of the Cheer Squad, though stolen, from yours truly, she was of high status, though Phoebe was a little high, and she was still acquaintance status with Wes, as far as Phoebe knew. Yet, looking at Devon, there was no way. Wes hated Devon, he knew Phoebe hated Devon after he dumped her. Phoebe first time being the dumpee and the fallout she suffered from him, kind of made her salty, real salty, to the point she avoided him. As for Wes, she wasn't sure what drove them apart, but she knows they hate each other guts.

Making a weird disgusted face, one a few levels down from the ones she gives nerds and awkward people, she moved towards the back, towards her best friend, Wes, carefully avoiding touching Vivian or Devon, she didn't want to have to burn her clothes or take bleach to her body. She took a seat next to Wes, on the other side of the isle, placing her bag on the seat next to her, reserving that seat for anyone she was really fond of.

"Hello, Wes," she said with a bright smile. "Interesting bunch, we have here," she commented, her tone took a jab at the few that clearly didn't belong.
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Damon Anderson

Location: Home > Bus
Mentions: Anabelle, Jolena and Dom
Tags: apolla apolla Gomenesigh Gomenesigh MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat
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Two months ago, Damon wouldn't have even thought about going to this two month vacation party. From the beginning it was obvious that it was for higher, richer people. People who lived off gossip, ran the school, and lived their lives without having to care about much of anything. People whose lives were handed to them on a plate, one made out of gold and covered with diamonds. Over the two month period, things changed, even the type of people going changed. Eventually he figured, what the fuck? Might as well, his old man won't miss him. Probably won't even notice. He knew he would have people there to hang out with. Jolena, Dom, and Ana. In fact, those three actually changed his mind into going, when they told him they were going. Whatever. Maybe he and Dom can do a little party crashing on top of actual partying. Plus, it would get him farther from the old man and actually put his mind more at ease, make the drugs work better. Packing wise, Damon didn't pack much. Just clothes, shoes, essentials, and stuff for his phone. Enough to fill an average size suitcase and a duffel bag. When the day arrived, he just showered, threw on his darkest jeans, a black Escape the Fate: Ungateful tee shirt, black boots, ran a comb through his hair and he was out the door. His dad, probably at base or something. He called a taxi, even though it was a relatively short distance, but he didn't feel like walking. When they got there, he payed the driver, paying him a little extra for the tip. He then proceeded, to grab his suitcase and duffel bag, storing the suitcase with the others, but carrying his bag onto the bus. Getting on he noticed plenty of the others. A lot, the stuck up ones, as predicted, but there was the three he liked. As he passed Jolena, he offered her a head nod. She was an acquaintance of his that he almost considered a friend. She was his drug dealer, which he hoped she brought enough for the two month span, or knew how to get more supplies or all the druggies would be in trouble. "Hey Ana," he said simply, as he passed her, his voice plain, but deep. They were good friends, even though she wasn't a fan of his smoking habits, but he was always respectful of it, going outside or excusing himself away from her when he needed to take that edge off. He was a rebel, but he knew where he came from and what his mother taught him. He was disgrace his father's name in a heart beat, but he would never do anything to taint his mother's. Or try to. She was a good woman and Ana reminded him of her just a bit. Finally there was his best friend, Dom. His partner in crime. "Hey, Dom," he said, his voice giving away the smile on his face, as he offered his hand out to him in a bro-shake, before sitting with him. "What's up?" he questioned, placing his bag in front of him on the floor.
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devon lee
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Devon hummed in understanding, thinking back on all the times Vivian had complained to him for hours on end about the drama unfolding behind the scenes of the cheer team. There was always some form of hostility amongst the crew, whether it took the form of tension between members, pressure from the coach, or negativity from outsiders. He had spent countless nights sneaking out with Vivian and popping open a bottle of her favorite pinot to calm her down after practices, knowing full well how much the sport meant to her. The two were each others' rock, keeping their spirits lifted and heads held high.

Well, they used to be, at least.

With a cheeky grin, Devon accepted the flask and took a swig, not caring what was in it so long as it wasn't something shitty like lime seltzer---not that he'd ever expect Vivian to become that soft, of course. The pleasantly familiar taste of high budget vodka coated his tastebuds, going down like water rather than liquor. "Yeah, I know the type," he reminisced with a grimace, the clear image of a certain redheaded cheerleader flashing in his mind. "But I'm happy for you, Viv. You deserve to succeed." And he meant it; there was nothing she had gotten that she hadn't worked her butt off for, and Devon knew that firsthand. They may be on uncertain terms for the time being, but he'd always made sure she knew he was proud of her accomplishments.

"Speak of the devil..." he muttered under his breath as he caught a glimpse of some unwanted company. His eyes locked with Phoebe's as they recognized each other instantly, dread filling his gut at the idea of spending two whole months with the priss. Their last conversation hadn't been a pleasant one, to say the least, and there was no way she felt any better about it than he did.

Devon hadn't meant to hurt her as deeply as he did when he ran away from yet another relationship once things got too serious. Their relationship had been a wild ride, and a mostly enjoyable one, at that. She was... intense, passionate, and she felt things with her whole being. Committing to someone like that was terrifying to Devon, but when he broke up with her, he played it off as being because he didn't favor her attitude. 'Such a pussy, dude. What the fuck was that?' he had mentally screamed at himself once it was over, but the damage had been done. It would be a miracle if Phoebe ever so much as smiled in his direction again, but unfortunately, luck had never been on his side.

So for now, he'd keep on pretending she didn't exist so as not to drive the knife in any deeper, seeing as she obviously hadn't expected him to be joining the trip. And he couldn't blame her; none of his classmates had seen him in a whole year. "I might need another shot, now that I think about it," he moaned to Zoe and Vivian. "Or ten, depending on if anyone can stop me."

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Wes Valentin
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mood: neutral
tags: sox sox | deer deer | Dear Mrs. Psycho Dear Mrs. Psycho
Wesley was determined to be a good host, no matter the hand of cards he was dealt. So as much as he wanted to shoot back at Devon's comment, he refrained. Arguing relentlessly like children would absolutely kill the mood. So instead, he diverted his attention and draped his body lazy across the seat below him. Allow the festivities to begin. Though his mood was greatly decreasing with each person who stepped onto the bus. Whatever, perhaps drama was good. It'd keep things from growing too stale at least, and making the games he had in mind for them to play much more interesting.

He checked his watch impatiently. Despite his seriousness about departing right at noon, people were really cutting it close. Honestly, he would've been fine if they left a bit early, the bus was getting quite full actually. But the next group of people to enter the bus made him quite grateful. Almost made up for the total losers who shouldn't have been invited. Estelle. She'd been one of the first he'd invited, and though their friendship was a bit strange he was glad she came. Though she didn't look to happy to see him. Probably for the same reason he was annoyed. She shot a glare at him, and he simply offered back a shrug and shit-eating grin. They didn't need to speak of it now, there was plenty of time to yell at each other later.

Nisha also didn't seem very fond of the group that had gathered, but he no more had a response for her than he did for Estelle. But she was distracted easily, taking to the alcohol towards the back of the bus anyways. Of course, everyone was taking advantage of the booze he'd provided and whatever swamp water Devon was distributing. Though Wesley himself didn't drink, he wasn't easily annoyed by drunk teenagers around him. In fact, he'd popped two Xanax before driving here, so the relaxing high was beginning to settle in. His neutral expression melted into one of a distracted and almost dreamy smile, barely shifting when the sassy Phoebe clacked onto the bus and sat right next to him.

"Hello, Wes. Interesting bunch we have here."

He barked an aggressive but short laugh before slinging an arm around her shoulder and giving a bit of a squeeze. "I know, Phoebe. Though hopefully they're grateful to me. After all, it's quite rude to bite the hand that feeds you. And I intend to feed."

He checked his watch once more before running his free hand through his hair and tossing a glance in the direction of the driver.

"Right then, we've waited long enough. Anyone who isn't here by now can cry on twitter about how they've missed it. Let's get on the road. I'm tired of waiting."
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Nyaja Cooper
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"Fix another Queen's crown without ever telling the world it was crooked."​

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location: party bus
tags: deer deer Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy
Nyaja smiled in return to Estelle and nodded in agreement. As the rest of the little gathering made their way onto the bus, she busied herself with loading her items into whatever spots she could of the very full cargo hold. The driver poked his head out to offer a hand, which she declined. Once everything was packed in, she climbed on board the bus, apparently one of the last to do so because she walked straight into a space packed almost as tightly as the cargo hold with people. Why on earth were half these people here? What the hell was Wes thinking? Whatever the reasoning, there was nothing she could do about it now.

Nyaja took a deep, steadying breath at the front of the bus, forced a smile onto her face, and worked her way into the people towards the bar to grab two shot glasses of whatever was sitting there. She didn't care so long as it was alcohol. She then worked her way to only person who currently mattered in her head. Estelle. One who was probably going to be her mutual support through this all. She didn't quite care if there was no space on the seat beside Estelle, she made room. "This is going to be a looong trip." She murmured to Estelle as soon as she was seated beside the resident 'princess' of the school. Princess was an understatement in Nyaja's book, since Estelle was more of a Queen in her own right.

One shot glass was placed into Estelle's hand before Nyaja downed the other one as fast as she could. Whatever that was had power to it and she was grateful for it. "It's been waay too long. How's life been dear?" She started up conversation with Estelle, before she noticed Claire was on the bus as well. While normally she would have gotten up to hug the girl who was practically her younger sister, she didn't want to lose her spot. "Claire-bear!" She called out to the girl instead with a happy wave and a large smile. Hopefully they would be able to catch up at the house, it was just too packed for a proper reunion on this bus.

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Anvindr Lokni
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"Let''s just get this over with."​

outfit: x
location: party bus
tags: Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy
Anvindr's mood certainly brightened when Claire stepped onto the bus. He smiled and waved as she made her way into the bus, and shuffled a bit to offer her a spot beside him to sit down if she wanted. "It beats staying at home." Was all he said in response to her question about being excited for the trip. He was, in some form, but he also wasn't sure if he wanted to spend time with this many people. "How's break been?" He asked Claire, not really caring to acknowledge the others around as more and more people piled onto the bus. He was tuning the crowdedness out as best he could because like it or not he was stuck on the bus until they arrive.

He was quite content to simply chat with Claire, but he was getting slightly anxious. To combat that, he dug his phone and earbuds out of his pocket. He plugged in his earbuds, and placed one into his ear farthest away from Claire and turned on music. He fidgetted with the other earbud in his hand while he waited. When Wes declared that they would be leaving soon he was for once thankful to hear the lad speak. The sooner they got moving, the better. His eyes travled around to the people drinking and chatting, not wanting anything to do with any of that all.

"Do you have any idea what's planned for the summer?" Another question towards Claire, who he assumed might know since she was one handing out invitations to the vacation. It didn't really matter to him what they did, but it was something to talk about.
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[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]THEODORE ZHANG [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the nerd[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] To say that Theodore was flustered by Vivian's little performance on the pole was an understatement. He let a soft 'oh' escape his lips from the surprise and he started fumbling with his glasses immediately after, pushing them back on his nose bridge. People quickly started flooding into the bus and Theodore was quick to take a seat. He got to compliment Kat on her outfit, calling it genius, and that was as far as his interactions would go on this bus ride. Or so he thought until Kris stepped inside.

Theodore wasn't the most familiar with him, well, anyone on this bus per se. However, he felt comfortable enough with Kris to mutter something up in his presence. Not long after, he got peppered by questions and Theo struggled to answer them all. "Oh, um, thanks? I was quite surprised to find myself here too," he didn't answer the thing about enjoying himself since he wasn't that sure about that either. Maybe if he stuck to Kris' side he'd make it alive. No...that'd be like murdering his social life in front of everyone. Maybe he should just keep for himself.

Upon the arrival of Devon, everything was starting to get set in motion. He was already popping a lid and Theo could already feel his brain slowly shutting down. He wasn't much when it came to drinking and the boy was extremely picky about what he'd drink. Theo was always careful not to get drunk either. Drinking was usually something he reserved for celebrations with his family. Lame? Yes. Safe? Yes!

He was anything but comfortable as more people started leaking into the bus. So many strange faces that he did not recognize, most of these people were just a big walking question mark. What should he say to them? As people started to either argue or greet their friends, Theo just threw a wave to anyone who would occasionally pass him or get in the bus. At least Anvindr and Kris were here, he could resume his routine of stalking and idolizing their way of life for two months. He didn't want to inconvenience the host of this whole getaway anyway (well, technically he already was since he didn't really feel like he should have invited himself).

"I still don't know what we're supposed to even do," he muttered under his breath, the sort-of question not directed at anyone. Scratching the back of his head absentmindedly, he already had a good whiff of what the others were planning. Drinking, more drinking, hooking up, fighting. What should Theo do? Run out of the bus now and disappear into the darkness while he still had a chance? No, it was daytime. And he lacked the balls to just crash through the window. And Dave would have so many questions.
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Jolena Esposito
Location: Party Bus
Mentions: Wes ( zippy zippy ), Ryker, Dom ( apolla apolla )
Interactions: Estelle ( deer deer ), Open
Outfit:
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Jolena leaned her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes as she waited for the pills to enter her blood stream. Anything to make this trip more relaxing, less stressful, and more fun. Things began to feel a little more fuzzy, like reality wasn't as real as before. Jo had done this enough times to know that she could control herself, continue to act as though she was mostly sober even under the influence of whatever pills she had taken. Opening her dark brown eyes once more, Jolena heard foot steps ascend the stairs into the bus. She froze at the familiar site of dark hair, tall stature, and tattoos, having not seen him in a while. Had Jo not taken the pills, she probably would have been overwhelmed by a guilt. Instead, Jolena just felt mild embarrassment.

Behind Ryker was Dom, and Jo relaxed a little bit. Ever since Ryker went to jail, Dom had kind of been there for her. He didn't take sides between Ry and Jo, and she appreciated him for that. He was pretty much the closest thing she had to a best friend, if that was even possible for a druggie like her to have. Jolena nodded in greeting at Dom, but he didn't seem to notice, instead sitting alongside Kat and Ana. She rolled her eyes, knowing he was ever the flirt and would probably enjoy this trip for that very reason. There were going to be a lot of pretty girls at Wes's for summer vacation, and Jo could only assume what that would me. She smirked to herself and tossed back another gulp of the whiskey.

A third tattooed, dark-haired boy climbed the stairs into the slowly-becoming-overcrowded party bus. Jolena recognized him more from their transactions as opposed to close friendship. Nevertheless, she did consider him somewhat of an acquaintance, and returned his head nod with one of her own and a small smile as he passed. With the drugs seeming to flow through her body in full effect, her tension dissipated. A voice from nearby requested a drink, causing Jo to roll her eyes. Still, she poured another glass of whiskey and passed it to Estelle, unsure if the girl could actually hold her liquor or not. It might be entertaining to find out. At Wes's words, Jolena leaned back, ready to get this show on the road.

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Ryker Maddox
Location: Party Bus
Mentions: Wesley ( zippy zippy ), Dom ( apolla apolla )
Interactions: Chad, Nisha ( sox sox )
Outfit:
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Ryker entered the bus, eyes scanning over the various famous quickly, looking for anyone he recognized. Though he knew most of them at one point, he was no longer close to any of them anymore. Dark eyes briefly landed on Jolena, sitting with a glass of whiskey in her hand and an almost undetectable glazed look in her eye. Ryker rolled his eyes at the sight, annoyed that it seemed like things never changed. He knew she was going to be on this trip. As much as he didn't like Jo, he would have to deal with it if he was going to have any sort of fun on summer vacation. Ryker's gaze moved on, grinning as Dom slid into the seat next to two innocent-looking girls. Always the flirt, even when things might be awkward.

Ryker put his hands in his pockets and looked around the rest of the bus, nodding at some of the people he remembered from school with a flirtatious grin. Some of his old friends were excited to see him, shaking his hand or giving him a pat on the back. A mop of brunette hair approached him with a devilish grin. "Ryker! I can't believe you're here, dude! I didn't think you would come on a trip like this," Chad Johnson said, patting on shoulder. "Though, with all these hot girls, I can't say I'm surprised," he continued, dropping his voice to a whisper as he suggestively glanced around the party bus. Ryker rolled his eyes and responded, "I couldn't turn down the opportunity to go to the party of a lifetime." Chad nodded and passed by him towards the front of the bus.

Hearing Wes's voice to get the bus moving, Ryker looked around for a spot to sit. He saw an empty space back near the stripper pole, meeting the gaze of a certain hot brunette who had taken a cigarette from him a few moments ago. Her full lips were upturned in a smirk that Ryker couldn't help but return. She pushed her dark hair back over her shoulder and patted the empty seat next to her, welcoming him to sit down. Ryker returned her smirk and sat down in the seat next to her, grabbing a class of a mystery clear liquid from a nearby table to take a sip.

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Kris Chankul
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Location: Party Bus
Mentions: Ryker, Dom, Jolene
Interacting: Theodore
The party bus was slowly filling with more and more people and a sense of protectiveness flooded Kris. This was due to the arrival of some savory characters and Kris didn't want them going near anyone particularly sweet, fragile or small. Those with the ability to hurt others made Kris on edge. This get together was meant to be a fun occasion for everyone to enjoy and he didn't want them ruining it for anyone else. Kris may be a cool skater, a punk rocker, a generally chill person but he couldn't stand those who hurt others which included Ryker and Dom. He'd definitely want to keep an eye on them and not because they were very attractive men but because Jolene was one of his best friends and he couldn't let Ryker hurt her again.

He sat close to Theo with an arm casually resting behind the nerd. He liked his shyness, his obsession over all things nerdy and his incredible brain. Kris wasn't as smart as him and he admired Theo's willingness to do something new. This didn't seem like Theo's scene and Kris wanted to make sure everyone was happy while they were here. He'd be Theo's mentor if he needed it and he looked like he needed a person here on his side no matter what.

"Alright Theo," he started. Here he went with the big, motivational, antinervousness speech. "You don't have to act a specific way or do anything you don't wanna do. If you need anything or wanna get away from the party come find me. It's not like I'm gonna be getting shit faced or anything. I'll be helping out anyone who needs it anyway. Some people get way too crazy at parties."

He gave a chuckle and smiled nostalgically. It was funny. The amount of parties that went to shit during high school must have been in the hundreds. Kris however thought that this would be fun. He had a good feeling about it, like after all this time, something good could come from high school. He just came out and had two months of freedom before he had to move away again. It would be bittersweet but he liked wondering about what could happen. The possibilities were endless and he loved thinking about them. Who knows what wacky adventures the class of '19 could get up to...
 
Wes Valentin
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mood: neutral
mentions: all
The bus rolled to a stop outside of Wesley's beach house. Well, to call it a house was a bit disingenuous. The sprawling and gorgeous mansion stood prominently against the coast, an impressive feat of modern design. It was the only house around for miles, and while that would have been a creepy fact in other contexts, it would give there party (and Wesley) the privacy they deserved. Of course, no one was stuck here by any means. Dave was in Wesley's pocket, and if someone wanted to go home he'd certainly drive them there. No the privacy was meant to encourage them to truly party hard. Without fear of pesky neighbors, paparazzi, or cops to bother them.

Wesley pulled himself up from his seat, stretching languidly before turning and addressing his fellow party goers. "No need to worry about your bags. Grab them if you want, of course, but Hank here will grab your stuff and bring it inside. He'll be with us for the full summer to solve any issues that may come up. That's boring though, lets get to the fun stuff."

He spun on his toes dramatically before exiting the bus. Something about being a host always brought out his cheesiest tendencies. He backtracked towards the stairs, arms crossed and cocky grin on his face. There were rich people who were humble about their earnings, making sure to never use their money to elevate themselves above others. Wes was not one of those people. Showing off his beautiful home (one of many, if he may add) to everyone quelled the narcissism inside him that always threatened to break through the surface. He waited until a decent amount of people had filed off of the bus to begin speaking again, clearing his throat to attract their attention and quiet any short conversations that may have struck up while he was waiting.

"Welcome to your new home!" Wes gestured grandly, as if they haven't noticed the fact that they arrived yet. Too over the top? Whatever, this was his show. Hank appeared from inside the house and passed Wes a rustic looking top hat, inside were many strips of paper. If Hank did as Wes asked, each paper had a number on it that corresponded to rooms inside. Wes reached inside, glanced at his number, and then placed the strip into his pocket in case he forgot.

"We're here to mingle, yea? So no, you don't get to pick your own bedroom. Everyone grab a number from the hat before you go inside. No cheating, I'll know if you've tried to do a switcheroo."

Easy drama. Though this could easily backfire on Wes, he figured it'd be more fun than the alternative. He shifted his position slightly, propping himself against the wall next to the door so that no one would need to go out of their way to draw from the hat.
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Anabelle Crane

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Interactions: OPEN

ROOM ASSIGNMENTS: *Also note: Each of the bedrooms has 2 beds in it.
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Ana sat there quietly for most of the ride. She had always been more of a listener than a talker and while she still felt weirdly out of place with the group as a whole, it was still kind of nice being there. By the time they pulled up to Wes’s house, the sun had already started to set and she looked outside eagerly. She knew she would be there for a couple months, but she was still looking forward to taking some photos. She assumed there would be some grand party or some such on the first night and no one would really miss her.

She filed out with everyone else, a bag strapped to her back, but she did take time to grab one of her three out from the storage compartment. It took some effort since she had been the first one to the bus and therefore all her stuff was buried in the very back. She was finally able to yank the suitcase out and Wes was mid speech. You don’t get to pick your own bedroom. Her heart dropped at that. Her eyes scanned around the crowd and she wondered who she would end up rooming with. She only had a couple friends there and she thought it was unlikely it would be one of them, but she sure could hope. When it was her turn to pick a number, she reached apprehensively into the hat, although a nervous smile was still plastered to her face. She didn’t peek at the number until she had walked away. A fancily drawn 4 was scribbled on the paper and she blew out a soft breath.

Not that it really mattered. She couldn’t make any changes anyhow. So, she quickly rushed inside until she found the room that corresponded with the number. When she went inside, she was relieved to see she was the first one there. The room itself was very modern and very open. Some of her nervousness fell away, until she saw there were only two beds. She frowned, her eyebrows furrowing together as she walked deeper into the room. The house itself didn’t look like it was big enough to only have a couple people to a room… So, how many people were going to be sharing?

With a shake of her head she brushed the thought from her mind. Immediately she looked around the rest of the room, a smile lighting up her face as she saw the windowed areas. A window opened up the room to a view of the beach, but behind the bed there was also a small little windowed area with a little tree in it. It was a really nice view. She moved her bag into a corner and opened it up, immediately pulling out her camera. She had grabbed her art suitcase, the one with all her drawing, photography, and other artsy things she thought she would need. She moved to the window leading out to the beach and started taking pictures.
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Jolena Esposito
Location: Party Bus -> Wes's House -> Kitchen
Mentions: Wes ( zippy zippy ), Ryker
Interactions: Open
Outfit:
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As the bus pulled to a stop, Jolena glanced out the window behind her. Perched atop the ground was a gorgeous mansion probably worth more than everything Jo's family owned combined. Though her face was apathetic, Jolena was incredibly intimidated on the inside. She had never stepped foot in a house that large, let alone stayed in one. She turned back around when Wesley spoke up from the front of the bus. Though she was relaxed from the pills and alcohol, Jo couldn't help but roll her eyes at the excited arrogance in his voice. Wes seemed to definitely be the type of guy to show off how much money his parents made, and rather enjoyed the attention it gave him. Nevertheless, Jo wasn't about to turn down a free party.

Jolena took a few steps towards the house, looking up at curiously. It was even bigger than she had originally thought. How could someone justify having a house that big anyway? Jo shook the thoughts away and turned to face Wes again, hearing him clear his throat. He presented a strange hat to the group, explaining the roommate situation. Jo narrowed her eyes, not wanting to leave her room assignment up to chance. There were certain people she would rather not be stuck sharing a room with. The brunette could only hope that she drew a different number from Ryker. The pair would probably be at each other's throats the whole trip if they were required to room together. As much as Jo loved to party, she didn't love drama.

Nevertheless, Jolena grabbed her suitcase and guitar case from the pile of luggage, not really trusting anyone else with her belongings. As Jo climbed the stairs towards the front door, she paused briefly as she passed Wesley to draw a folded piece of paper from the strange top hat. Room 6, she silently read before shoving the piece of paper into her pocket and carrying her things into the house. It was so much bigger on the inside than what she had predict from its architecture. Taking a moment to orient herself, Jo made her way to the room labeled '6.' As the first one there, she removed her knife case from the suitcase before shoving her bags into the closet. With that, Jolena made her way to the kitchen, intent on checking out what she had to work with.

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[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Kat Nguyen [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the class clown[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll]
Katherine Nguyen was kind of superstitious. It wasn't a huge part of her and she didn't have many different crystals to ward off against bad spirits or anything like that. But, she had her superstitions. She believed that walking under ladders brings bad luck, the same with crossing the path of a black cat. She never opened an umbrella indoors, crossed her fingers every time she got back a test and knocked on wood hoping things would come true. She knew that most of these things held no real power or significance in her life, yet she followed these unofficial rules. Just in case. And as much as she followed them and believed in them there was one superstition that she firmly believed in. That no one could convince her was not true. That bad things come in threes.

When Kat was 6 stained her favourite dress, lost her doll and her 'boyfriend' broke up with her, all within a week. All three things quite bad in the mind of a 6-year-old. Then when Kat was 9 she broke her iPod, failed a spelling test and broke her wrist all within three days. Three bad things all occurring within three days. At the age of 13, Kat got food poisoning, had her friend say that she didn't want to be friends with and her dog ran away, all in the exact same day. History has done all this and more to reaffirm her superstition. Which is why Kat pays attention to when bad things happen to her and then begins her tally. But, sometimes she doesn't pay enough attention.

When Kat stepped out of the bus and into the dusk the first thing she did was let out a large sigh. The house was magnificent. She had never seen anything like this up close before. She knew that Wes was loaded, but this, this was something else. She turned to go get her bag and then remembered what the rich boy had said on the bus. She shot a quick smile at the man who she assumed was Hank and approached the house. The heat of the summer day had finally started to get to her and she was slowly becoming hotter and hotter. She would have to change before the night was over. She stood over beside Ana, Wes as he gave some sort of speech to the group. Kat wasn't really paying attention and all she heard is that she had to grab a number from a hat. Which was honestly the most juvenile thing she had ever heard of. She quickly put two and two together as she pulled a number out of the hat that the numbers corresponded to what room they would be staying in. She took a quick peek at Ana's and saw that she had a four. Kat unfolded hers to reveal a three. Shit. Guess she wouldn't have Ana, but hopefully, she'd be rooming with someone she knew well.

"Hey, who else has 3?" She asked looking around at the people entering the house.

Now, if Kat wasn't so focused on trivial things such as room assignments and changing into better clothes, she might've paid attention to the number three. She might have thought of the significance of the number three. How bad things happen in threes. She might have thought over the events of the day with a closer eye. She might've realized that despite arriving at the bus on time, she woke up late. And to many people waking up late was a bad thing. If Katherine Nguyen had been just paid more aware she might've realized that one bad thing has already happened to her today. And according to the rules, two other terrible things were soon to follow.
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