Westbrook Season 2

[a z u l a]

Alaska

Besides yelling at Ash on the football field, the rest of the week had gone pretty okay for Alaska. She was adjusting to her classes after missing the first week being in detention which meant she was way behind, but luckily Ian was in her physics class and had offered to tutor her after school until she was all caught up. As much as she hated physics, she enjoyed their time together and found herself looking forward to their study sessions, and it wasn't because she suddenly enjoyed physics. The blond was about the only person that could teach her a subject she hated and make her laugh at the same time. It was obvious from the moment they had met that Ian was nice, much too nice for someone like her. He'd helped her out at the party and let a complete stranger stay in his bed, and then her brother had almost punched him the next morning, and to top it all off Alaska had verbally assaulted his best friend, Ash. How Ian was friends with someone like her she didn't understand, but then again Ian was nice to everyone, including her.

Even though they spent so much time together Alaska was surprised when Ian asked her to go to fall festival, as friends of course. Her heart had practically dropped into her stomach when she read his twitter message, she had only skimmed the message and thought he'd been asking her on a date and honestly, Alaska had only ever been on one real date with Raven. No one ever asked her out, for various reasons. Then, she had reread his message and the as friends part had stood out a little more. Of course, Ian was just her friend. There was a reason no one ever asked her out, because she was always yelling and punching people. Most people didn't want to date the school delinquent.

Another problem with being the school delinquent was that there was no chance in hell of ending up on homecoming court, and yet while she was helping her brother run his table at the fall festival and waiting for Ian to show up they started to announce homecoming court and the brunette almost dropped the slushee in her hand when they announced her name beside Ian's. She looked at her brother with wide eyes, too shocked to do anything but stare at him in astonishment before he grabbed the slushee from her and pushed her up towards the stage. She carefully ascended the few steps leading up to the stage and gave Stu a wide smile and a wave before taking her place beside Ian, offering him a wide grin as she lightly bumped his shoulder.

"So, is this why you dragged me here?" She joked, trying to ignore the sweat building on her palms by focusing on her not-date. It seemed they'd be spending much more time together if they were paired up for homecoming court. It seemed in some strange way the two were destined to meet, he'd left the party at the right moment to intervene in her fight, ended up in her physics class and as her tutor, and now by some miracle she'd ended up on homecoming court with him. It was all very overwhelming, how had she of all people been voted onto homecoming court? Maybe not as many people hated her as she thought.

PenguinFox

Ryder

Just as Ryder was taking a sip from the slushee he'd stolen from his sister, the little Westbrook Wolf announced the next couple and the dark-haired boy started choking on the frozen liquid he'd been slurping on. Ryder Vaughn and Ashton West. He really shouldn't have been so surprised, after all he was a football player and she was on the cheer team, but frankly everyone seemed to hate them both and of all people to be paired up with it had to be her. Once he'd regained the ability to breathe he set the slushee down on the table and headed up towards the stage, taking the spot next to his sister and waiting for Ash to stand beside him.

He didn't dare to look at her or even breathe too loudly, he wasn't sure if she would freak out and punch him, or kiss him, or maybe even both. It was best to just avoid contact with her as much as possible and hope that he didn't do anything else to piss her off. There was a time when being on homecoming court with Ash would've been a dream come true, but it seemed like every day Westbrook became more and more of a nightmare.

Winona​

 

[Soap]

Maisie

Maisie strolled along the pathways and noticed Drake being nominated for homecoming king. That was cute. She hoped he'll win. With the girl he was with... not so much. Sure, the cheerleader didn't even spare her a glance in the hallways, but she was threateningly pretty and that made the cat-loving girl feel a bit unease. Especially after their kiss all those months ago. Did Drake still like her? Was it selfish to hope so?

Because man. she really hoped so.

"Oh h--" Gia practically came out of no-where, Maisie stiffened immediately at the contact and put on a smile at the girl to the best of her ability, Maisie clutched tightly at her own long sleeves until Gia pulled away, only normalizing her breathing once the brunette subtly took a few steps away. "Yeah! Super excited!" She said shakily. No, Gia didn't exactly know why she didn't like touching, but Maisie wasn't about to ruin her excitement.

There was a number of reasons why she wasn't comfortable with physical contact and she didn't want to get into it. It's not as though she didn't trust her friend, it's just... different with some people sometimes. Easier sometimes. " Sounds cool, can't wait to meet the guy. Ooo. Lewis gave me some money too for today. I'm excited for the sweeets." It was still a little odd to get over the sudden normalness of this foster home.

Lewis was a really good guy, the longer she spent in WestBrook the more afraid she became to leave. This was her shot at having a real home... and Maisie isn't willing to lose it anytime soon.​

Elf_Ruler (Gia)

Evie


Man, this sucked. Like really fucking sucked.

She wasn't allowed in Grace's dumb room. Well, first off because her mother was always there and kept telling Evie to get out of the room because she was a trouble-maker of a child for some reason when she didn't even do anything! Sure, there might've been that one time this week where she tripped over sleeping ugly's IV and the thing just busted on the floor but that wasn't her fault! Second of all, she hated wearing masks and for some reason everyone was required to wear them because Grace got 'sick.'

How the heck does someone in a coma get sick?

That makes no sense!

Whatever the case was, it got a little too depressing watching from her room anyway. They had all these machines in there. She asked the dude nurse Hagrid what it was for and he told her it was like... breathing for her or something. Grace was on like super watch so obviously it was the 'keep out' zone for Evie. She needed a quick hiding place and fast.

"Have you seen a... 4'11, maybe five foot girl around here? Brown hair?"

Oh no! Hagrid was onto her. She had to admit this was the greatest chase she had yet. The bearded man was at least six foot, a big guy in general but it was hilarious to Evie that she could just take a wrong turn and suddenly he'd be running to everyone to help with tears in his eyes.

Ha. New nurses were so fun to mess with.

She heard his footsteps from down the hall and Evie's eyes widened, opening the door to a random door and slamming it shut, locking it behind her before turning around to see a young boy. Ah. Broken bones. She can proudly say she never had a broken bone. But either way it seemed painful.

"...Come here often?" A slight awkward chuckle left the girl, leaving her with a lopsided grin on her face.

mogy

Raven

Thankfully, it didn't take very long for someone to come by and entertain her with snacks no less, and no, she wasn't talking about Colby. Even though he was fun to look at, she meant literal snacks. "Oooh." Raven raised a brow towards the pretty brown haired boy. Lifting her free hand to grab a delicious colored cookie. "Unfortunately, no customers just yet. If only someone wanted to kiss me." She decided to go with mint chocolate. It's delicious and it's mint. What better flavor to have when you're running a kissing booth?

Even though it was just chapstick, Raven was careful not to take much of it off while she took small bites of the macaron-- Naturally, slowly in order to seem more seductive to any lingering gazes. What? Raven was always working... even if it was mostly for herself and not for the kissing booth. Whoops. "So, not gonna donate to the cause? You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to." She smiled and shrugged slightly. "Though, I don't think either of us would be complaining if you wanted to." Ian walked over and wished the brunette luck, momentarily breaking her eye contact with Colby, giving the boy a slight wave for a thank you and her eyes landed on someone she didn't know.

Damn.

Her gaze lingered on the older man before returning her attention back to Colby.

"These things are delicious. Jeez." The girl finished her dessert and stared at Colby with wide eyes, almost amazed at the sudden flavor of the small cookie. She never had one before, they were like... four whole bucks for each one. No thanks. Raven would rather save her money for an actual meal. And... let's be honest, the brunette was basically surviving on school lunch for the time being. She really needed to get a job, and looking pretty all the time wasn't gonna get her anything unless she resorted to prostitution, but uh... Raven will stick with kisses for poor puppies for now.

A girl walked up and placed ten dollars into the jar, Raven's eyes widened slightly before dusting her hands off free of any chocolate crumbs as she wiped the corner of her mouth. "A generous donation." She rose her eyebrows and glanced over at Colby, chuckling as she redirected her attention to the curly haired girl. With a small shrug, she placed a gentle hand onto the stranger's cheek and leaned in, her lips pressing against her softly and sweetly for a few seconds before pulling away. "You're very pretty, and you have soft lips too." What? She wasn't going to make the kiss extra steamy, the girl seemed a little shy... kinda. Eh maybe it was just her baby face. "I decided ten dollars gets you compliments, and kisses. I mean, those are my favorite things so..."


"Do you have a name? Or decide to introduce yourself with kisses? If so, that's Colby. He's single." Raven threw a wink the boy's way, what was wrong with playing matchmaker for a little? It's the least she could do for ten dollars.

0k_mang0 (Colby) Pysren (Rae)

Greyson

Oh my gosh.

Interest.

Greyson perked up momentarily, being caught off-guard at her words. "Oh." Well he wouldn't say he was desperate... okay, so he was a little desperate. So what? He had to admit it was unusual for a girl to be on a wrestling team but it wasn't ever unheard of. At his last school, Grey had to go against some fancy place that had a girl on their team and... she beat them. Sure he was a little more than sad, but they had loser milkshakes in the end so it was worthwhile. Something to remember for sure.

"Uh... Girls? Girls are allowed yeah." He smiled genuinely excited that someone wasn't brushing him off for the first time today. It was nice to not feel ignored even if she didn't end up joining. "Would you care to?" He held the clipboard out to her before realizing to clarify his words. "Sign up, I mean." Offering a friendly smile, while secretly hoping she wouldn't just walk away... Bribes were still a thing though right? That worked?

"I wasn't lying about the cotton candyy... any color you want. I heard they even have green."

geminiy (Jackie)​

 

[KingofAesir]

Sawyer
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The rest of that week had been a horrible nightmare. Sawyer had been fine, she really had, she'd been slowly coming back into her own. That was until Grace got sick and Sawyer spiraled back into the dark depths of worry. Sawyer hadn't even known until she went to the hospital the other day and Greyson practically ambushed her, speaking quickly about some sickness and Sawyer's heart had dropped to her stomach. From what she was able to gather, it was pretty bad. This information only made it worse and Sawyer had stood outside Grace's room for hours, peering into the windows as doctors and nurses rushed in and out. That same kind of dull, hollowed look that she'd had when Grace had first gone under returned. The bags returned and her temper flared to unnatural levels. Sawyer was short with her gather and snappy at her grandmother and she could tell they were beginning to plan about locking her away in the house. But Sawyer refused. No matter how much they told her they cared about her and wanted to help, Sawyer didn't need help. She was fine. Everything was just fucking fine. She wasn't falling apart. Sawyer was too stubborn to fall apart. She was just....a little broken. But she could pick up the pieces by herself. She didn't need her father and grandmother hovering over her.

So she was going to go to the damn fall festival no matter how much they protested.

"Sawyer, Sprout, I really don't think this is such a good idea." Oliver pleaded with his daughter as she pulled a jacket over her shoulders in the living room. Her grandmother was sitting on the couch, knitting and clucking her tongue. Gram had stopped trying to convince her an hour ago. Oliver just wasn't as smart. Or maybe he was just more desperate. He knew Sawyer had been having almost panic attacks this past week and the last thing he wanted was for her to freak out at a stupid festival. "You need to take a break, Sprout. All those people they're not good for you right now." He had overstepped and he could see that as soon as Sawyer rounded on him.

"You don't know that, dad. I'm going. That's it. It's just a festival. I'm fine." Sawyer picked her keys up off the entrance table.

"You're not fine, Sawyer." Oliver stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, "You're scared. You wake up every night hyperventilating. You haven't really slept in weeks." Sawyer turned to Oliver again and set her jaw.

"I said I'm fine, dad." She turned back around and opened the front door, "I'll see you later. Bye Gram." Her grandmother simply waved. Oliver watched with drawn eyebrows as Sawyer walked down the front yard and to her car. He didn't move until the car was out of sight.

Sawyer arrived at the fall festival alone. She was a little late and they'd already announced court. She grinned as she saw JJ practically strut up to the stage. Good. There was nothing that made that girl happier than to be nominated for things and she did need a little pick-me-up. The next pair called and Sawyer stopping in her tracks to make a slightly amused and half confused face. Alaska. Sawyer couldn't help but chuckle under her breath. What a turn. Sawyer weaved her way through the crowd and looked up at the stage with a smile. She offered JJ a wink and Alaska a completely overexattered bow. What? She was just trying to make her laugh.

Sawyer remembered when she and Grace had won the year before. Of course, Sawyer hadn't even been on court and the whole thing was just rigged but it had been nice. The memory made her smile. Maybe if she could just hang on to those memories she could push herself through this rut she seemed to be stuck in. Focus on the happy things. Not the fact that the love of her life was dying. Sawyer shoved her hands in her pockets and tried to retain her smile as the announcing went on.

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[Winona]

Ash


Staying with Ian in a totally platonic way had been... good. Helpful. Amazing for her mental health in so many ways, probably from just being able to be away from her overbearing mother. To be honest, Ash had been scared of what her mother might do following her whole disappearing act. Elise wasn't known for being the warmest or most endearing person, and that held true even more so when it came to her kids. Hell, today would be the first day Ash would even see her mother.

She'd ended up leaving Ian's house early to go and meet her mother, who just so happened to be at the school on this bright Saturday. Apparently there had been some scandal or asbestos or something equally stupid that meant a private school in Massachusetts had to send students all the way here to Westbrook. It was ridiculous to her because private school kids were brats -- Ash had learned that from her brief time in a private academy, before she was sent back here to Westbrook.

The conversation with her mother went about as Ash had expected. Yelling, berating, telling her that running around and staying at different guys' houses made Elise look terrible, and she needed to look good as principal! Ash had insisted that Ian was just a friend, and her mother had insisted that boys and girls couldn't "just be friends." In the end, Ash had stopped talking and let her mother keep yelling. There was no point in yelling or arguing.

Finally, it died down enough for Ash to get a word in edgewise.

"Dad got the traffic cam footage that showed the accident." She started. "It wasn't my fault."

Elise had simply looked at her, arms folded across her chest. "Well honey, of course it was your fault."

"But I didn't--"

And then, there it was. A slap across Ash's face, sharp pain shooting through her cheek for a moment as the shock of what had just happened registered. When she finally managed to look back at her mother, she had resumed her stance. Arms over her chest. Resolute, cold expression on her face. There was no remorse on her face.

"I'm sick of this, Ashton. This pity party nonsense. Trying to blame someone else for the accident. You were behind the wheel, no one else. It was your fault and no one else's that Grace is now in a coma." Elise stood up from the desk that she had been leaned against, and returned to her seat behind the desk. "Now leave. I have work to do."

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She'd headed to the festival and helped everyone set up their booths before it actually started. Anything to keep her busy, even if she was exhausted and all she could think about was how much Ash really wanted to sleep. Although she'd been getting help and was actually on medication now to deal with her, um, problems, she hadn't been prepared for the side effects.

The festival had been going on for a couple hours, and in the beginning, they hadn't been getting a lot of people coming by the kissing booth. It was frustrating, so Ash had taken to standing in front of the booth, trying to convince people to come by. Of course, that wasn't exactly going a lot better, because this school hated her.

"Hey, you should stop by the kissing booth." She said, stopping a guy with a sweet smile.

"For what? To kiss you?" The guy snorted. "No thanks, whore."

And then he was gone, and Ash found herself standing there for a moment. Then, an angry look crossed her face. "It's for the puppies, dickhead!" She yelled after him, letting out a huff of annoyance. Ash turned to head back over by the booth, but then she saw the line that had basically formed after Ash had left. Her heart dropped, and the smile on her face faltered. Trying to be at a kissing booth when everyone hated you had probably been the worst idea of her life.

Ash couldn't go back over there, but luckily Stu had started announcing the Homecoming Court. Mason and Tatum, Drake and JJ, Ian and Alaska. Now that last one was a surprise. A good surprise, of course, because if anyone deserved to be on the Court, it was Ian. Even if she was a little worried that Alaska might like... accidentally break him.

And then Stu was calling the next couple, and she could barely even react to the hate in his voice when he spoke her name because her mind was reeling from the guy that she was supposed to stand up there with.

Ryder fucking Vaughn.

Ash didn't want to go up there, but she had to. She clasped her hands together, running one thumb over the other to try and calm her nerves as she stepped up onto the stage. She glanced at Drake, taking one of the roses that he held out to her as he whispered some words of encouragement. Ryder had already made it to there before her, so Ash had to pause. Take in a deep breath, squeeze the rose between her hands, and then she stepped her way across the stage to stand beside him.

She didn't look at him, and she didn't acknowledge him. Ash couldn't stand to do that, not right now. Maybe it was best if she just pretended that Ryder wasn't standing beside her, but it was impossible to do.

Dede Soap a z u l a​

 

[mogy]

Noah Stewart

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Jackie went out of the room as quick as she entered, and Noah was disappointed because the visit was short. He had hoped she would stay longer, but she had school and needed to go. Noah wanted to go to school as well, but it seemed he wouldn't be able to do so for some time.

When the hospital room door closed behind Jackie, Noah was back to being bored as fuck, not even being able to get out of the bed and do a little walk around the floor. He really wanted to, though, because there was probably somebody who wanted to pass the time by talking somewhere in the hospital.

When the hospital door opened once again, Noah expected it to be Jackie because she forgot something or maybe perhaps one of the nursed to do another useless checkup. Luckily it wasn't a nurse but actually a girl, an interesting individual who appeared to be hiding in Noah's hospital room. Trouble just had a way of finding Noah, and luckily for trouble, or in this case the girl, Noah wasn't one of the people who would throw her out of their room.

"More often then I should." Noah was caught a bit by surprise, but he managed to keep a calm face. "And, why might you be in trouble for?"

Interactions: Soap (Evie)​

 

[Dede]

Stu

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A distant thunder rumbled, then a drop of rain fell onto Stu’s furry head while he stood on the stage. It had been sunny for weeks on end, so of course it was going to rain today – the only day when everybody was supposed to be outside.

Stu looked up at the sky. The clouds had crept up on them alright... Where did they even come from? There wasn’t so much as a sniff of wind before! Soon enough they were all enshrouded in a chilly drizzle. There were still darker clouds banking up in formidable rolls in the distance, blotting out the sun completely. Now if it rained, the festival would have to be cancelled, and he could go home and play on the PlayStation with Jace. No surprise then that he was vigorously praying for it to be raining kit kats and nuggets!

Only yesterday he had seen on the telly how a school in one of those so-called tornado alley states had been tragically levelled by a tentacular storm. Wouldn’t it be nice if something like that were to happen to Westbrook? No, no – he’s not saying anyone should get hurt or anything! It would just be one of those freak, out-of-the-blue tornadoes that wrecked just one building and miraculously left all the others around it untouched.

So let’s say it was the weekend… and school was out… and everyone was watching the tornado from the safety of their homes. What these lucky kids didn’t know was that, tragically, their hard-working principal, being so devoted to her job as she always was, had decided that morning that she would put in some extra time doing paperwork in her office. As it happened, when the storm cleared, all that was left of Westbrook High was a sad heap of rubble. They searched and searched through the debris, but that poor lady was never found again. Some say her body might have been carried out all the way out into the Atlantic.

Oh, all the kit kats Stu would give to see Elise get sucked up in a tornado! Sadly it was just a drizzle – the heavier rain seemingly confined over the sea-facing part of the city – and Elise was spared a spectacular death. So now with the festival NOT cancelled, Stu had to swallow his pride and call Ash up the stage, and even give her kit kats, like he had done for all the other kings and queens. The Westbrook Wolf was usually pretty generous, but even he knew Ash didn’t deserve kit kats, let alone a place on the hoco court. Who even voted for her?!

He had been happy when Alaska came up the stage earlier. But now Ash had single-handedly killed the mood entirely, and Stu was now hoping to get this whole announcing thing over and done with as quickly as he could so he could go and be somewhere else where Ash wasn't. Homecoming was pretty dumb anyway – he didn’t even know what it was until like yesterday – so essentially Ash was a dumb queen of nothing.

He fiddled with the last envelope and coordinated his paws to pull out the last little piece of paper. Now he was supposed to read out the names on it, but instead he just stood there, staring at the cruel joke that someone had heartlessly committed to ink. A strange sadness befell the boy in the costume, and the wetness in his eyes could not have been rain, since he was wearing a wolf head. Quietly the boy spun around and headed for the stairs. On his awkward way off the stage he pushed the piece of paper against Mason’s chest, so that he might finish the job for him.

@ everyone

 

[Winona]

Mason

He was puzzled by Stu's sudden departure, and the paper thrust against him. Mason wanted to go after him and make sure that the little dude was alright, but now he was expected to do a job that he had not signed up for. And now all the eyes were on him, and he was expected to announce the final Homecoming couple.

Mason stepped up to the microphone, unfurling the piece of paper, and he froze. Now, he understood why Stu had run off the stage. Because this was... not alright. This was cruel, maybe not to the person on the paper, but to the crowds standing around. He glanced back over his shoulder at Ash, and then he cleared his throat.

"The final couple for Homecoming Court is..." he paused for dramatic effect, and to try and steady his heart and keep his voice from shaking as he announced the two names.

"Noah Stuart and... Grace Jackson."

For this one, there was no half-hearted applause. No fake smiles, no whispers in the audience. Now, there was just this awkward silence, and Mason felt like he should do something or say something to break the cold tension. But luckily, he was saved... kind of, by the red-haired bitch that ran this mess of a school.

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Elise

Tick, tick, tick.

Elise kept an eye on her watch while she waited for Stu to wrap up the Homecoming Court announcements. She tapped her foot, annoyed and stressed out that this was taking far longer than it should have. The whining of the mic in the beginning caused Elise to shoot an angry glare at the audio guy, who quickly got it fixed and under control. Good.

And then her stepson was running off the stage when it came time to announce the final couple. Elise, personally, hated everyone that was on court. The destructive twins, her own alcoholic whoreish daughter, the alcoholic cheer captain, the stuckup wannabe bitch, and the two raised-by-drugs brothers. And then there was Ian, and she didn't necessarily have anything against him. Except for his whole thing in keeping her daughter at his house. Disgusting.

Mason stepped forward to do the final announcement, and Elise would've been more pissed, but he did an alright job. But then there was a tense silence following the final couple being announced. Elise took this as her opportunity to get up onto the stage. So she walked forward, stepping up the stairs and heading for the microphone.

She made a shooing motion at Mason, and he stepped back beside Tatum.

"A shame that it had to rain today, but let's keep our fingers crossed that it doesn't get any worse so we can raise money for our clubs and sports." Elise started off, a smile on her face. "Let's give a final applause to our Homecoming Court! Thank you for representing the school and we cannot wait to crown the winner for the upcoming game."

Applause rang out through the crowd, as the students filed off of the stage.

"I have a final announcement and then we'll have a student come up and play some music while the festival continues. Recently, Black Mill Academy in Massachusetts discovered asbestos in their walls. Unfortunately, the school had to close for the time being, so other schools are taking in the students. One of those schools is Westbrook. I ask that everyone be welcoming and friendly to our new students." She gave one last smile. "And that is all. Please, enjoy the rest of your day."

And then Elise walked off the stage, head held high, her heels clicking along the wood.

A perfect performance.​

 

[TheFool]

River Walsh

Shit.
Looked like rain.
The was the last thing River Walsh needed - to be pissed on. He put up the hood on his grey sweater as he leaned against his silver Porsche. His phone was in one hand, buzzing constantly - though he had ignored any of the notifications. The majority of them were from friends. Friends who stayed behind in Black Mill. He reached into his jean pocket with his free hand and pulled out his vape. Menthol flavoured. He took a dab. Inhaling for a long moment, before letting it loose. His eyes scanning his surroundings and hating them. A festival. Is that what they did in Westbrook? Attend fucking Fall festivals?
He could feel his eyes already stretching towards the back of his head.

“You got everything?”
He asked her.
His younger sister, Norah. The middle child of the family. It fit. She had one hand clinging to the door of the car while her head ( and her other hand ) leaned into the vehicle. Rooting around for fuck knows what. “Make sure you’ve your phone.”
He continued. Taking another hit.
“I don’t wanna be lookin’ around for you in this absolute shit hole.”
The car door slammed shut and River looked back. Norah was ready to bounce. He was too. Though he’d prefer to be bouncing back to Black Mill.
“Watch the door.”
He said, sternly.
She flipped him off and started walking.

He checked his phone while they walked.
Finally.
The first message he opened was from her. From Elesha.

Fuck.



He slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Cotton candy?” He asked Norah.

River went up to the vendor and bought two sticks of it. It didn’t look the most appetising. Cloudy pink and pure sugar. But fuck it. Might as well eat some shit that is never good for you. Especially when you’re on a lot of protein. He tore a piece off of his stick and shoved it into his mouth, before giving Norah’s hers.
They stood there.
In silence.
Eating.
A small part of his was nervous. He imagined it was the same for his sister as well. They were so used to being the confidant rulers of Black Mill. Now,
They were here.
And Westbrook definitely wasn’t Black Mill.
River looked around at the festival. A kissing booth piqued his interest, but that was likely because he hadn’t gotten laid in about a week. He saw carny games. Something with balls and something with darts. A small ferris wheel had been erected as well.
And -
“What the fuck is that?”
He asked Norah.
Bewildered.
A guy stood on a makeshift stage wearing some sort of dog costume. He was only on stage for a moment however, before storming off down the stairs. River and Norah stared. “I hope he’s going to change that fuckin’ get up. Is he for real?”
River smirked. Picking off another piece of cotton candy and eating it.

He looked at Norah,
“I think I’m gonna hit the game stands.” He threw the half eaten cotton candy stick in a mesh wire trash can. “I promise I’ll win you a little dolly.”
His voice mimicking that of a parent talking to their child. He pinched his sister’s cheek playfully and then headed over.

His phone buzzed again.
Ignore it.

He got to a stand that had something to do with darts. Hit the targets with the darts, huh? Easy fucking peasy. “Take card?” He asked the vendor.
They shook their head slowly. Confused at the question. River shoved his hand into his pocket and rooted out a few scrunched up dollars.
“Hit me.”
He said, putting the bills down on the ledge of the booth.
Before he threw his first dart however, he watched a girl and a guy attempt to play the game. Around his age, maybe younger. He studied them. The girl especially. She managed to get a few balloons. He felt his lips turn into a smirk,
“I got tough competition.”
He bit his lip.

“Round 2?” He asked as he put another few dollars down, paying for the girl’s second game.


BELIAL.
dendygar
Elf_Ruler / Cam?


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[0k_mang0]

colby

Raven Soap , Rae Pysren
Mention: Ash Winona​

Colby bit his lips – no, he was actually not aroused by Raven’s interesting way of eating the light cookie sandwich. He was trying not to laugh out loud at the obvious seducing technique. Sure, it may have looked kind of hot to him, mostly amusing, but he was not foolish enough to fall for a trap like that easily. Especially when Raven glanced at another possibly better-looking man.

“Yeah, they are delicious. I might want to try it later, too,” he began saying coyly. “Oh, but we just met. Do you even know my last name? I like puppies, but I need a better reason than that just to kiss you.”

While Raven was busy with a girl that dropped 10 dollars, Colby spotted the guy that harshly rejected Ash. He had seen what happened earlier when Ash tried to convince the guy to donate to the kissing booth, and the slut-shaming treatment may have pissed him off a bit. Colby got up, took out a towel from his black apron’s side pocket and spread it over the food samples. “Watch the basket for me,” he said without waiting for a response. He went over to a slushie stand nearby and bought a large bright red cherry-flavored slushie for a few dollars, with the lid removed. Then, as casually as possible, he “coincidentally” crossed paths with the slut-shaming guy, bumping into him with the side holding his slushie. He may have slightly tilted the rest of the icy drink out on the shoes on purpose. His own blue jeans caught a few tiny red drops, but other than that, his clothes were fine. He used one paper napkin to try “wiping off” the cherry slushie, but it only created a bigger red stain on the guy’s shirt.

“I am so sorry, my dude.” He wasn’t. “And you’re wearing a white shirt and white shoes. That’s tough, buddy. Y’know what? I’ll give you a free mini-donut for your troubles. It matches your size.” After tossing his empty cup a trash bin, Colby dashed back to the food-sample basket and put the mini glazed donut in the guy’s hand. “Have a good day.”

As Colby started walking back, the cherry-stained guy called him, almost in a snarl. “Hey!” Quietly and calmly, Colby turned around. His arms were folded over his chest casually, though his large muscles looked like they were naturally flexing under his sleeves as if hinting a certain point.

And the point was understood. The guy looked like he quickly decided against what he wanted to say originally. Instead, he grumbled, “Thanks for the donut,” nibbled the food, and shuffled away with his head lowered in emasculated, cherry-stained shame.

“No problem, bro! Don’t swallow it all at once,” Once his red-slushie buddy was out of earshot, Colby muttered under his breath, “Dickhead,” and plopped on the empty free chair next to the kissing booth table before taking a bite of a soft-pink strawberry macaron from the sample basket. “So, what makes you think I’m single?” he said after catching up with the conversation. As if nothing happened just moments ago. Sure, Colby was single, but he wouldn’t announce it to every girl he sees.

 

[dendygar]

Tadita

She felt the rain starting to pat on top of her head, the warm air starting to become thick with humidity. She paused as she handed the carnie another ten bucks, her dark eyes looking skyward. The clouds had thickened over the sun about half way, some parts of the rain thicker in patches than others in the surrounding loud environment. A queer sepia hue hung over the Westbrook Fall Festival, the dazzling lights flashing and flickering brighter than before. She heard the announcement of the final two couples for court, and she snorted and looked over her shoulder at Cam. "Can you believe this shit?" She asked him with a soft snort. "It's sweet that they elected Grace, though. God save her." Tadita looked back at the carnie as she went to give him her ten..

Tadita wore a tight black shirt with the words OFF in white embroidered at her collarbone, obviously designer from Off-White. A baggy outer-jacket hand beaded made of tanned leather with Navajo designs around her hips, cuffed acid-washed jeans with two patches over her ass of a skeleton smoking pot, and the other a rather sexual image of some lips. Hanging down between her breasts was a large beaded pendant with a Navajo sun god in the middle, small beads dangling off the bottom, and some red earrings to tie the jewelry together. Her thick, long black hair was in two french braids pulled over each shoulder, her baby hairs laid down nice and neat.

She heard a chuckle, and the darts were already down in front of her. Tadita turned and looked to see who it was, expecting Parker's goofy ass or maybe Zac, and she was looking straight at someone's chest. Her eyes dragged up in mild bewilderment and was met with a brand new face. Chewing some gum, she slowly blew a bubble and held his gaze with her intense, dark eyes, and popped it while she held the tension. "Well," Tadita smirked, "..be ready to lose." Digging something out of her back pocket, she popped a green sucker into her mouth and picked up the first dart, throwing it and popping a balloon. "Cam, cheer me on, man!"

It was soon clear that they were neck and neck. They were each on their last dart.. and Tadita suddenly pretended to trip over nothing and fall into River, making him stumble over his final toss. "Oh no- I'm so sorry, dude!" She'd already thrown her last one, and she'd popped the ballon. One hand was on his chest, the other holding his arm. "Damn.. looks like I won," She fake sighed and shrugged. "Happens to the best of us, huh?" Tadita asked, not letting go of him.

TheFool Elf_Ruler​

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Cam had watched as Tadita had taken to the darts game, and he hoped she was right about Gia, but Gia was also too nice to see anything negative in Parker. She was the type to just act like Parker didn’t have anything bad and that he was a good person. At some point he knew Dita would learn more about Gia seeing as Parker had his eyes on the girl and Dita enjoyed being friends with Parker. He watched as Dita missed her first two shots, “Master might be and exaggeration.” He teased the girl. The third and last dart was amazing because she took out three balloons. Her question caught him off guard, “I don’t know. She’s a girl, probably some giant teddy bear or like a giant unicorn. Something cute.” He shrugged. He didn’t know Gia that well, he had never been in her house only Parker had been.

He was going to make another comment when another male walked over and threw some bills down and challenged Tadita, "I don’t see Parker yet.” so he figured another round wouldn't be a bad thing. He wasn’t sure what was up with this guy, but he already didn’t like him. The way he looked, spoke, hell even his demeanor annoyed him. He leaned into Tadita, “I don’t like him.” He whispered only loud enough for her to hear. He didn’t want to be a complete asshole to someone he didn’t know but the dude was already rubbing him the wrong way. It wasn't a shock to him that Dita had won, the girl was one who seemed like a fierce competitor in anything she did. "Dude, you picked the wrong girl to challenge." he shrugged towards the other male. He still reminded Tadita she had more stuffed animals to choose from. He had seen Gia eating something wit her friend, "You still wanted to give her something, don't forget Dita." he joked a little trying to keep the mood light.

dendygar TheFool
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Gia had been excited to spend time with Maisie, but she felt bad for making her friend uncomfortable, but she had just been super excited to hang out with her. She hadn’t seen Maisie much at school so it was a good time for her to catch up, “So, why don’t we start by getting some snacks and maybe by then Drake will be able to hang out. I know we talked over Twitter about it.” She smiled at Maisie and began walking towards the food. She saw her neighbor Cam and waved at him; he was with a really pretty girl. She never really talked with Cam, but she had also been kind of hoping to see Parker as well, “I talked to a guy the other day. He seems nice. His name is Parker. I don’t know much about him but he’s cousins with my neighbor.” She started off. She had been wanting to talk with someone about what had happened, and she hadn’t been able to.

As she set money down and got her treat, she took a bite, “I don’t really know much about guys, but everyone seems really against him. Do you think it’s bad that I don’t think he’s as bad as everyone believes?” She thought back to what the girl Raven had said on Twitter and it made her sad because Gia just thought everyone had good in them and not all bad. Maisie was a quiet girl, but she hoped that maybe she knew more and could give some kind of advice on how to go about everything. She just wanted to know that she wasn’t being stupid for being nice, she wasn’t planning on doing anything with Parker she didn’t know the first thing about relationships or anything romantic.

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When everything was said and done Tatum pushed past Mason, she hated him more than anything and just wished that whoever voted for her hadn’t. She didn’t want to be part of the homecoming court; it was everything she had avoided and now she was stuck being nominated with the captain of the football team. She needed to get away from all the eyes looking at her. She never expected to be so well known from just setting up prom and becoming a cheer captain. She had just wanted to make friends and now she was in the spotlight and didn’t know what to do with the attention. She walked over to the kissing booth, she needed to talk with Ash, she needed to get some things off her chest. Tatum had been meaner to Ash than she had intended, and she felt bad but she needed answers. Answers for why Ash had shut her out, answers for what was happening, she needed to know. Sure, she was a shitty friend but she was trying her best to make amends and fix it. She already knew Ash was having a hard time because of Ryder and though she didn’t know him, she did feel bad for Ash. She just wanted to talk. Sure, she was in a more hostile mood but she could set it aside so she could properly talk with the other blonde.

 

[geminiy]

Jacqueline Dupont

Taking the clipboard in her hands, Jackie hovered the pen over the page for a moment, thinking over her decision to join the team. She wasn't someone to commit to something that she wasn't 100% certain she would be able to do. Part of that came from the perfectionist in her, wanting to make sure she had the time to practice and dedicate to the new task. The other part came from hating people who bail on commitments.

"Alright," Jackie finally spoke, jotting her name down on the paper and handing the clipboard back to the blond. "I guess I'll join. Could be fun."

A few droplets of cool water fell on Jackie's head, running down her neck. She looked up, not having realized that heavy rain clouds had floated in overhead to put a damper on everyone's mood. The bribe that came from the boy's mouth earned him a small chuckle from Jackie. "I'm honestly okay without, thanks. Besides, I doubt that cotton candy would hold up well in the rain. Hopefully it won't get too bad, it would be a shame for all of this effort to go to waste."

On the stage behind her, Jackie heard the principal announce that a group of new students had arrived from some school called Black Mill Academy, a name that sounded quite fancy. Part of her was relieved that there were new students Westbrook. Being new always sucked; so much attention and curiosity that Jackie despised with a passion. "Well, I guess Bella and I aren't the newest faces in Westbrook anymore." Jackie mused aloud to no one in particular. She turned her attention back to the blond at the booth. "I'm Jackie by the way." Jackie greeted with a smile and an extended hand.

| Greyson Soap |​

 

[BELIAL.]

Norah Walsh
location: standing in front of [booth] mention: ailurophile TheFool ​

She had a frown on her face the entire ride. It was more like a pout, especially when her camera came up, but it was rooted deep in annoyance. Distaste. The weather was already looking crappy and it was going to ruin the outfit she'd picked. Her hair would probably frizz out, because she was just unfortunate like that, and if it got any colder she'd be shivering in her $200 boots. At least they were lined.

It wasn't as if she wasn't at least a little bit excited to start over. New faces, and new meat, always exciting. Like her older brother, Norah was a winner. She was on top back at Black Mill, and the scourge of fiendish femmes she'd acquired adored her. They fawned over her, always talked to her and always kept her company. It was reassuring to know that at least three people were going to talk to you in an hour. She felt cared about. Relevant. Here? It was none of that, not for a bit anyway. The Walsh siblings had their way of making their faces known. They were pretty, they were rich, and they were controversial. But only in the best ways. At least they had each other now. River, Norah and Riona. They'd make their own waves.

Getting out of the car she continued to pout, until she felt around and was wondering where the raincoat she'd packed went. Did it fall into the backseat? On the floor? She'd be pissed if it was on the floor. She spent a good minute looking around, River impatiently vaping at the front. She rolled her eyes, but opted to take her own time. Making eyes with her sister in the back, she gestured around. "You seen my Givenchy? I took it in the car, is it back there," she asked, maybe hoping for a response. Finally the coat reappeared, somehow launching itself under her seat, and she swallowed deeply to steady herself. She had confidence, she could do it. She was in charge of her own life. "Let's go bitch before you fall headfirst into your phone."

River asked annoying questions, and she responded as she usually did. More silence. She flipped off the overprotective brother, but he managed to catch up. She didn't say anything, only rolled her eyes and scrolled on her phone. The sparse drops that landed on her screen made her want to scream. Would this even be fun? It was quaint, and kind of cute in a 'scrapping-for-cash' way. She followed her brother around, bored out of her mind, maybe wondering where their little sister was. She kind of did her own thing. Maybe she'd shoot a text in half an hour if she didn't show up. Or she could go drown in a shallow pool by the Ferris wheel.

One or the other.

She moved away, waving a hand, and grabbing bits of the cotton candy before it would begin to disintegrate in the rain. Walking around, checking her phone, trying to get somewhat invested. It really was kind of pitiful. Kitschy.

She stopped at a booth, frowning at her phone. Looking up she gazed at the sign. Hand-drawn, actually pitiful.

She shewed her cotton candy, grimacing at it. Was this what the year was really going to be like?

 

[DrabberRogue]

Serena Harper was already a little dissatisfied with how her junior year had been going so far. No, it wasn't her social life that bugged her. That was still going well. No, it didn't have anything to do with basketball. She didn't have any trouble staying on the team. No, it definitely wasn't her grades. Those were perfect. Not that straight A's really said all that much so early in the year. No, it wasn't even how her prom date had faded off the radar over the summer. It wasn't like they were together or anything, they had gone as friends! A fact that did little to mitigate the teasing she got for a couple months afterwards.

No, the issue that had tarnished the first few month's of Serena's third year in high school was different. It was something far more important than her platonic-not-love-screw-you-Rachel-we're-just-friends life. Far more embarrassing than failing basketball tryouts would've been.

She had missed her first cheer practice.

What kind of stupid, disorganized slob did she have to be to screw up that badly?! First impressions were everything! Like, do you even know what missing your first meeting of something says to the everyone else involved? It says you're lazy. It says you don't care. It says you're too much of a self absorbed bitch to fit their events onto your schedule.

Luckily the cheer captain's standards weren't nearly as high as hers. Serena had done what she always does when she misses something important, reaching out to Tatum and asking if there was anything she needed to make up. Only once the response came was she able to start winding down, reassured that she hadn't totally ruined her reputation on the cheer team. Hopefully. The only thing she was still anxious about was how Tatum hadn't mentioned any way to make up for the missed practice.

At least she was anxious about it until she heard what had actually happened at practice. It sounded like they hadn't actually done anything worth making up. In retrospect she probably should've expected that. Westbrook's cheerleading team was a shit show, had been since Grace and Ash started fighting last year. At least that was when Serena started to notice it. Ironically that was one of the reasons she had decided to join this year. Maybe having someone like her on the team would help push it back in the direction of being half-decent.

That was the rationale anyways. Oh, also peer pressure. A bunch of her friends had been trying to get her to join the cheer team since, like, freshman year. They all seemed to think it would suit her perfectly. She didn't see it, honestly.



What she did see was how JJ had been elected homecoming royalty. That girl was practically born to be a princess, Serena mused while her bright green eyes fixed upon the event . As with everything else Westbrook did, it was a total disaster. From the ear piercing ring of the mic at the beginning, to the mascot fumbling with the envelope, to like half of the people who'd been elected, to...

Grace.

Serena could feel her heart sink as the name seemed to echo out of the crowd. It felt appropriate as a drizzle started sprinkling down onto the crowd, the cold touch of autumn chill drawing her attention upwards towards the sky. That collage of greys suddenly felt all too appropriate.

Grace. Just one more reason that dumb, alcoholic bimbo shouldn't have gotten any votes. Let alone enough to nominate her for royalty.

Before she had a chance to glare at Ash, however, her attention was once again pulled to the person with the mic. This time the principle. Serena had never been sure what to think of the woman. Sure she had heard the rumors, that Ms. Summers was some kind of heartless witch. However she had also always gotten the impression that the uptight woman was the sort who cared about doing things right. Someone she ought to respect, even if that someone was just a little too strict. As she listened to Ms. Summers, however, she started to understand a little of why the principal was so hated. Just disregarding Grace like that...

The closing speech was good, and maybe she could understand wanting to push past the veil of negativity that had fallen over the festival, but it still made her brow furrow. Serena couldn't bring herself to join the applause afterwards. Instead she crossed her arms, watching Ms. Summers walk off stage for a few moments before turning away. Homecoming dance was fast approaching, and she needed something to raise her mood. Something like a coffee.

There had been that stand for the Sleeping Hedgehog Cafe, right? She remembered walking by it earlier. So that's where she headed, gradually trying to fix her body language and adopt a less bothered expression as she went. Chin up, shoulders back, eyes forward. A neutral expression that could easily shift into a polite smile once she got there. Serena didn't feel like being in a peppy mood, but she tried to act like it, her strawberry blonde ponytail bouncing back and forth from the energy of her stride. She wasn't about to let down appearances just because she was reminded of something she'd rather not think about.

 

[0k_mang0]

sebastian

PenguinFox​

For a moment, Sebastian almost decided to back out. Ash was starting to do well, and he might ruin it by showing up with a goddamn black eye and partially scraped hands. At least none of his bones were broken. He could still breathe and walk properly, even though it slightly hurts to lie down on his side for a while.

Ian was a really nice guy. Sebastian would never have thought of this sleepover-thing, let alone let another person sleep on his bed even if they were a friend. The sunglasses had to come off eventually, but Ian didn’t interrogate him about the black eye. If he did, Sebastian was felt mentally drained to talk about his own problems now. He promised Ash and Ian that he would try to explain next time, but right now, he just wanted to have a somewhat-normal time with his friends, forget about his parents’ phone call and the assault. He even helped make dinner and breakfast the next day. Cooking always calmed him, distract him. With his skateboard gone, it was his only main escapism.

It’s possible Sebastian had voted for Ian for Homecoming Court. Sure, Ash was also his friend, but Seb was aware of how she felt about Ryder and voting her with that guy didn’t feel right. What other reason would a loner like him be at the fall festival? Well, he kind of promised his little cousin Tabbi to win some stuffed toys. Tabbi caught a fever and she was sad that she couldn’t go to win them all herself, so her big cousin will do it for her. Also, he had a minor argument with his aunt regarding his bruised eye. He tried to convince Aunt Lucia that it was from a skateboarding accident, that he’d tripped or something like that. Of course, being a police detective, she didn’t believe him. He needed to get out of the house.

After feeling the first few dozen drops of the light drizzle, Sebastian pulled his black hood over his head. He had eaten a few snacks, and was now drank a caramel cold brew coffee from a Sleeping Hedgehog pop-up stand. So far, in the last few hours, Seb had only won a small alpaca plushie, which currently traveled in his backpack. He was trying not to burn too much of his cash; he wanted to invest in a new skateboard and maybe a future car since he’d recently gotten his driver’s permit.

Sebastian stopped paying attention to the announcements while the principal explained something about another school. For five minutes, he just wandered around, drinking his iced coffee and occasionally people watching, until he paused across a basketball game stand. It wasn’t because he noticed the prize shelf had a large furry dragon plushie that Tabbi would obviously love. (she had been obsessed with dragons since watching a Lord of the Rings movie last month, and now she wanted to raise her own baby Smaug.) And Sebastian was staring at the hoops, quietly contemplating. He found himself doing that several times since school started, whenever he walked past a flyer on the wall promoting basketball tryouts. But every time, he thought against it. And besides, carnival games like this were often rigged, right? No point in trying.

 

[lion.]

Red​

Cloudburst. Loose drizzle percussed Red’s face, the rain drops salty and brass. In a short narrative, his first day in Westbrook was downright win-win. Admittedly, not so much after Ava left...considering he was going in circles, zipping through the wrong hallways and peeking through door frames of classrooms wondering when the teacher will open it and what they’ll say and what-

Who was he kidding?

He missed the Wonder city, the city that boogied down to powerful, clamorous and clanging sounds. He missed home where even when it rained in bleak streaks, it felt like home.
“What are you doing playing in the rain, kid?” A stranger had asked him once, gesturing with a foiled newspaper in his hand. “It’s coming down in buckets here!” Agreeably, the park was puddles and had been dripping like April. The thicket of a bench at which Red was playing his overworked ukulele was a rain collector, the aged wood a waterlog. With droplets licking his lips, Red recalled simpering.

“Just doing what feels right, sir,” He had replied, his freezing fingers tugging at the strings into messy, colorful sounds.

The stranger, shaking his head, had dug the paper into the breaches of his pockets, feasibly hurrying to bust open his umbrella. He remembered watching the bearded man pan open the flank of his umbrella parting with a simple murmur about the Empire City.

But, Westbrook had a chance. Especially, now that he had a friend. Maybe. Some-what in progress one, but still..a friend! With wrinkled wads of dollars fisted in his pockets, his sneakers ploddingly spoored towards the framework of idle tents patched up together in aligned rows. In the haze of darkened skies and 80’s carousel lights, Red’s dulcet brown eyes hopped back and forth between the balloon darts and the lizard booth.

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[Winona]

Ash


She was not okay.

Ash slipped away from the rest of the Homecoming Court as quickly as she could, and started making her way towards the stupid kissing booth. All Ash had wanted to do was save stupid puppies, and when she had first agreed to this stupid kissing booth idea, she'd still been with Sean and the stupid school had forgotten the ridiculous slut title that had hung over her for her entire junior year. But now, she had broken up with Sean, and the video of her kissing Ryder -- while he was dating stupid Nova -- and now she was right back to where she had started. Honestly, Ash should totally just stay the hell away from him.

When Stu had stormed off the stage, Ash had been confused, and then Mason had stepped forward. She'd seen the tension in his body, and then he'd looked back over his shoulder, and Ash had known. Ash had known before he'd even read the names off of the card, and then there it had been, hanging in the air.

Grace Jackson.

Everywhere she turned, she was reminded of what she had done wrong, of putting Grace into that stupid comment. Ash just wanted to go home, but she didn't really have a home. And of course, as she got closer to the kissing booth, the more that Ash wanted to crawl into a hole and die. And then, there was Tatum.

Ash wasn't ready for this.

She glanced towards Tatum, and then kept making her way until she was just a few feet away from the kissing booth. "Look, Tatum, I don't have time for whatever you want to bitch to me about this time." She snapped, and instantly regretted it, but... God, even when Ash tried to do good, she absolutely couldn't. Fuck.

Elf_Ruler​

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum had been taken aback by Ash’s response sure, Tatum had been a bit harsh on the blonde, but it wasn’t like Ash hadn’t been just as hard on her. She could only stare in shock and blink for a moment. She tried to shake her annoyance away because the last thing she had wanted was to fight anymore, “Ash can you stop and talk for a second instead of fucking avoiding me?” Tatum could feel the annoyance coursing through her, and it came out in her question. She hadn’t meant for her tone to be harsh, but it was like anytime she tried to make amends the world wouldn’t let her. Tatum took a breath before taking a slight step closer and she could already sense that Ash was going to bolt which only upset her more. “Ash come on, I know I’m a shitty person but can you for once let me talk and have a moment?” She hoped that her question didn’t come out wrong, or at least not come out in a way that would further upset Ash.

She took a small breath, “I’m sorry, I am but can you tell me what your issue is? One minute you and I were fine and then all of a sudden you go from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde and I just get left screwed over and confused. I don’t want to bitch but I’m tired of you constantly avoiding me. I’m not the only one at fault.” Tatum felt lost, she was pretty much alone at the moment. Brayden was dealing with girl issues; Ian was more involved with Ash. Ash was involved with Ash and where did that leave her? Alone? She needed a friend too and it was like every friend she was gifted kept pushing her away, kept belittling her, kept making her feel like she was the only part of the problem. Her issues were something she had to face alone while everyone else had friends and partners to fall back on and so Tatum was doing her best to fix at least one problem she had caused. She just hoped she was doing it justice and not causing a bigger problem between her and Ash. She took one more step forward and Ash began to turn away. Tatum quickly reached for her arm without thinking, "Ash, really?" her question came out harder than she had anticipated.

Winona

 

[Winona]

Mason

As much as he wanted to talk to Raven, she was fucking surrounded. Not that he could blame the masses of people that were surrounding the kissing booth in order to have a precious few seconds with her. Fuck. Mason had been able to have her, for fucking free mind you, and he'd fucking blown it over the summer. Raven had left, and he'd drowned himself by fucking blondes to try and forget. And of course mid that shit, fucking Raven had come back, and they hadn't fucking talked.

Mason usually wasn't a talker, so the fact that he even wanted to fucking talk to her made him know just how fucked up he was. Maybe it would be better if like, he just stopped talking to her altogether. All Mason would fucking do is probably just fuck her up more. Fuck the relationship up more, because that's all he fucking did, right? His life was a joke, and he just fucked things up and fucked people over. Again and again. He didn't want to drag Raven down.

At the very least, he couldn't talk to her now, which gave him some time to think. So Mason started walking through the fall festival, and trying to fight back the urge to go and find a fucking cigarette somewhere. Being fucking... like... not a smoker anymore was fucking killing him. And then he caught sight of a blonde, and...

Well, she was fucking hot, and he was fucking bored.

"What the fuck are you doing around here?" He asked, as he sauntered over and stopped beside the blonde, his hands shoved in his pockets. "You definitely don't go to this school."

BELIAL.​

 

[Soap]

Raven

While Raven was busy waiting for the girl to reply, she couldn't help but notice Colby decide to be a knight in shining armor if you will, the brunette's respect for the boy had significantly sky-rocketed. Nothing pissed Raven off more than assholes who thought they were better than everyone else-- Yeah, she had an ego. But it wasn't like she actually meant all these things she said, or decided to drag anyone else down while she did it.

People like that deserved much more than a red stained outfit. "You don't seem like the type. No offense, I just mean the girls around here mostly go for the assholes, and unfortunately I can speak from experience." She shrugged and smiled at the brown haired boy. It's true, Raven didn't have the best track record with romance and every time she tried, well, let's just say it seems that Raven had a type. ... maybe branching out would be good for her? Someone different, someone who wasn't Mason or Alaska. Maybe she deserved better than getting pushed to the side whenever a better option came along? She glanced over to the stage where the Rivera once stood and sighed.

"Though I could be wrong, I suppose. But those are very rare moments Mr..." A breathy chuckle escaped her, momentarily covering up the fact that she didn't know his last name. "Sweetheart." Sure, that worked for him. Mr. Sweetheart kind of sounded like an old teddy bear she might've had, but who's to say that Colby's any different? He gave her sweets, stuck up for a certain blonde. It's more than she could say about many of the guys in WestBrook. A teddy bear in shining armor. Oh how adorable.

She hesitated for a mere moment, mulling it over before getting the courage to open her mouth. "Question." Narrowing her eyes at the boy, "...Would--" The words died on her lips as her curious gaze landed on Ash and Tatum, the conversation seemed heated enough and Raven wasn't sure she was about to step in until it seemed necessary. "Excuse me." The brunette walked over towards the two girls right as Tatum grabbed Ash's arm, and by then it seemed more than necessary to step in. She placed herself between them Raven shoved the taller blonde.

"Hey, hands off."

Winona (Ash) Elf_Ruler (Tatum) 0k_mang0 (Colby)​

 

[Winona]

Ash


Was it just her, or was it getting hard to breathe?

Ash didn't want to have this conversation right now. She physically couldn't handle this conversation right now. And then Tatum grabbed her arm to stop her, and a million emotions started thrumming through Ash. It was the same wrist that Sawyer had grabbed, the same wrist that had been bleeding just two weeks before. The little cuts were still there, albeit mostly healed, but it still sent Ash into a panic mode. She didn't want to be touched, or grabbed, or stopped.

She wanted to pull her arm away, to tell Tatum to let go, and stop, but everything died on Ash's tongue. She was frozen, her heartbeat thrumming in her ears, and then Raven of all people came up, pushing Tatum so that her hand let go of Ash's wrist. Ash quickly pulled her wrist back towards herself, pressing it against her chest, as her breathing started to calm.

She couldn't do this.

Elf_Ruler Soap​

 

[dendygar]

Shay Watson

Sha'nay had pulled up to the function in her deep gray, shining mustang, parking where she saw the other more high-end cars and hopped out. Fendi, Gucci, Loui.. she was wearing it all. Walking through the dirt parking lot, she was a bit thankful that she wore her more.. casual shoes, crinkling her nose slightly from the smell. Was there a farm nearby? And the smell of the grease was enough to make her skin crawl. She'd been vegan for two years, the smell of frying oil made her a bit sick. But she was here because it would be a good opportunity to meet some new people! Her parents had been in the cahoots with the other elite of the area, and she'd heard about the new private school kids enrolling.

A beautiful blonde caught her eye, standing by herself near the roasted almonds booth.. that looked rather defunct. Going and getting herself some cotton candy, she sauntered up next to Norah and smiled, pushing some of her black hair over one shoulder. "I love your style." She complimented first, asking about the designer that Norah was wearing to sort of kick off their conversation. "It's hard finding people around here that have taste.. I'm Sha'nay Watson." The Watson name was kind of big around town. "I just transferred to Westbrook, figured I'd come and see what it's all about?" She asked and looked around slightly, her dark skin flawless in appearance. Not a wrinkle, not a hair out of place, not a blemish on her skin.. She must have had a pedigree.

"What's your-?" But before she could even finish, a boy she could smell from about ten feet away was suddenly loudly announcing his presence in their faces. She blinked wildly as if she had been slapped, and she cleared her throat. "Excuse me?" She asked Mason, about to ask him if he knew who he was talking to like that... before the gears were clicking.

Twitter. Mason Rivera. Football captain.. "Oh! You must be Mason." Shay smiled and giggled sweetly, her glossed lips pulling back into a nearly-monstrous snarl. "You're uh.. you're the football captain? The one with the baby, right? Yeah.. lemme uh.." She pulled out her phone and frowned, "You're the one who's been a racist to the native-american student, right? @BestRivera on Twitter? Slut-shaming and bullying and picking fights... That Mason Rivera? Yeah!" She smiled and held her phone up with his twitter profile picture. "I've never met someone with such poor manners and such little world view. I'm simply enchanted. I'm Sha'nay Watson."
Winona BELIAL. ​

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Out of nowhere Tatum felt her body shoved back and she saw Raven. Of course, Raven would intervene. Tatum hadn’t done anything to warrant a shove and she was already on edge from everything. From Twitter to the homecoming announcements and now she was being shoved around like she was the villain. Had she done something like she had with Ava the shove would’ve been warranted but all she had tried to do was talk. She turned her full attention to Raven and shoved her back harder, “Really? You want to shove me for no reason? I’ll give you a good fucking reason to shove me.” Tatum shoved the girl one more time and it was harder than he first shove. She didn’t really want to get violent and she hadn’t been with Ash. She had been as nice as possible. “I didn’t fucking do anything to warrant a fucking shove from you.” Tatum was livid at this point. She could’ve walked away; she could’ve shut her mouth but no she was not letting that happen not this time.

Raven looked more pissed off with her and Tatum realized she was going to have to fight this girl, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” her words echoed at Raven and then she looked at Ash, “The fuck is wrong with you.” She could feel tears of anger in her eyes. For once the actions thrown at her weren’t even her fault. “Fuck you, Raven. You’re fucking pathetic no wonder no one actually stays with you.” Tatum was ready to throw a punch at Raven if the girl came back. Tatum had only wanted distance and she was only protecting herself this time. She didn’t plan this altercation and she hadn’t even been aggressive until Raven. She could sense a crowd of onlookers beginning. She could feel everything in her making her feel like she was losing control of the situation, “Come on Raven, or are you just a shove and done kind of girl?” If she was going to be made out as the villain, well she could play the role. It was how almost everyone saw her so why not actually just be the bitch they all expected.

Soap Winona

 

[BELIAL.]

Norah Walsh
location: standing in front of Roasted Almonds Booth mention: dendygar Winona ​

"I love your style."

Four beautiful words that would only make Norah Walsh glow gold with pride. Before turning her head, her initial reaction was that it was a farce. Some joke by the poor kids in dumbing the wealthy ones down to size. Oh, just because you had money means you are an asshole; of course. That meant you could tease them for it, for being advantageous in life. What good did that do, anyway? It was only fair for the rich to make fun of the poor, because they truly lacked things in life. The real good things.

Her mom hadn't been so elitist, or as snobby. Robert Walsh was the picture of exclusive class, and Norah hated to admit that she got a bit of her materialistic urges from him. Like a bad case of hereditary herpes.

Her smile widened when she saw the girl however. Clean, put together, and entirely fashionable. Enviable almost, but enough that Norah was flattered more than humbled to be complimented as such. She delivered the usual, "oh, god, no you! Wow, ohmgee!" Not quite a response to the lovely introduction that Norah would have kissed God for delivering upon, but she was determined to latch onto this person. She seemed to be the same level of confidence as Norah, and had that air. And she smelled good too. All damning signs that she was among her own. Black Mill was long gone, but perhaps there was hope for Westbrook.

A sudden other voice came, "What the fuck are you doing here?" Norah gaped a bit, more surprised than shocked to be called out so aggressively. Was it that obvious that she stuck out?

Before she could defend her own, Sha'nay swooped in. She was armed with much more knowledge than Norah thought, and she could only watch in mild amusement as the whole exchange happened. He had looked a bit... scrappy. Clearly he had offended a few people if Sha'nay was so quick to castrate him.

When Sha'nay was done, Norah looked between the two, smiling wide. "Is this real real? Like really, real. Is this happening?" She took another bite of her cotton candy, shaking her head. She leaned in a bit to see the twitter brought up on the phone. A bit of her memory hit, but there was nothing prominent with the name. Not yet, probably.

"Listen," Norah said, putting both her hands up. "Thank you for the warning, Sha'nay, but I don't know what beef you've got here, or what it stinks like, but it does stink. I'll address both of you since we're here." She paused to toss a bit of hair behind her shoulder, giving a small smile to the guy. Mason? She pitied him almost, in the moment.

"I'm Norah Walsh, transferred from Black Mill. I get it, I don't 'belong' here. I don't know what's happened in the past with all of the little people drama you've got, but it's the weekend. I'm not looking to unpack any of this till Monday. Can we exist in this space of ignorance for just like, a minute longer?" Nearly a minute with these new people and she was already exhausted. She wanted to go home and do a face mask, maybe something with gold in it.

She didn't know what Westbrook had to offer, but it surely wouldn't be boring. At the very least, she wanted to make her own story and not be a part of someone else's.

 

[Soap]

Evie

She was waiting for a shrill and annoying scream, or a yell out to the other nurses, him reaching for the tiny call button on the side of his bed. What she didn't expect was him actually being rather comfortable in this situation. What if she tried to hold him captive and get demands from the hospital? He'd just... cooperate like a obedient hostage? Huh. Interesting. The small girl walked further into a room with a quick glance through the narrow window on the door shrugging slightly.

"Who said I'm in trouble?"

Trouble? Maybe not... trouble persay, as if they'd actually do anything to her. They were too much of cowards to attempt to do so. "What are you in here for? Is it the cast or... are you just that unfortunate for something more than a broken leg?” Evie glanced around the room before her eyes landed on a sharpie on the desk, twirling the thing in her hands as she looked over him curiously while her gaze fell onto the patient board in the corner

"Why are you alone, little Noah." No, she's not a total stalker, it says his name on the board. He looked a little older than her, though if she was being honest there was tons of people who looked older than her. Some took her for like... thirteen. Assholes.

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Raven

Tatum had to be a joke at this point. She was going on and on about how she didn't do anything to deserve a shove. "Oh really? Whatever the hell was happening here, it's not enough to cross personal boundaries. Don't fucking touch anyone and I won't shove you." It was simple as that. In Raven's eyes she wasn't doing anything wrong! She was defending Ash which seemed to be something somewhat of a habit.

Sure, she didn't know the whole situation but from how Tatum is reacting, it only proves her point further that she's clearly emotionally unstable.

The brunette just shook her head and was ready to walk away altogether, nodding her head towards Ash and stopping in her tracks at Tatum's next words. It's not as though she was going to react to them in public. But Raven would be lying if it didn't get to her. Usually she's the first person to brush off anyone's shitty words but that was different. It was a sore spot for Raven and she wasn't going to get all heartbroken about it, she doesn't do that.

She glanced around the crowd of onlookers and suddenly felt a lot more insecure. Raven turned around and for a moment she considered it, like really considered it this time. She couldn't handle getting expelled for a second time even if it was for a few days, this was her senior year and if she wanted to make anything of herself, she couldn't get in trouble... that was until she realized she wasn't technically on school grounds.

It pissed her off because Tatum didn't even know the first thing about her, and if she did, she would've known she wasn't a 'shove and done' kind of girl.

The brunette pulled her fist back and punched Tatum in the jaw.

While it hurt, it didn't hurt as much as the blonde's shitty words.

Fuck her.

Winona (Ash) Elf_Ruler (Tatum)​