Introduction
Just as a sign of respect and making sure that no one accuses me of plagiarism, I have obtained permission to re-upload and co-GM The Buckley School, as per a discussion with Klayley. With that being said, she is the originator of this roleplay and therefore responsible for the majority of the images found on this page. Do not replicate or re-distribute the images found on this page without giving the original creator their due, nor should you attempt to reboot this roleplay of your own volition without first consulting the person who originally posted it.
Address
3900 Stansbury Avenue, Sherman Oaks, California 91423
The Buckley School is one of the oldest co-ed day schools in Los Angeles — and one of the few with all students, grades K–12, on one campus. Our beautiful 18-acre location is home to 830 students. Escaping the clamor of city life for a serene natural space to learn may seem unrealistic in the middle of Los Angeles, but that's exactly what Buckley's campus provides. Students can push a stool away from a state-of-the-art microscope and eat lunch at a table overlooking the canyon.
Students are safe — physically and emotionally — to simply focus on being students. Visitors to our San Fernando Valley campus are struck by the close-knit nature of the Buckley community, characterized by the warmth and enthusiasm of students, faculty, and parents. Among other things, our facilities include 67 classrooms; two libraries; 725 computers and campus-wide WiFi; 35 interactive whiteboards; 20 interactive projectors; 150 iPads; an indoor gymnasium and theatre; a 4-acre outdoor field and stadium; an indoor pool; a weight-training facility; an outdoor basketball practice court; two Lower School play yards; a nature trail; and a garden and outdoor classroom/patio in Lower School.
Buckley draws students from more than 70 zip codes across Los Angeles, including Beverly Hills, Brentwood, Culver City, Encino, Hancock Park, Hollywood Los Feliz, Pacific Palisades, Sherman Oaks, Studio City, Tarzana, Westchester, and Westwood.
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Student Life
There is something to engage each student’s interest here at Buckley. We offer a wide range of activities that help students expand their horizons. From athletics and clubs to the arts and community service, Buckley students are in action beyond the classroom and beyond the campus.
THE ARTS
Buckley students delve deeply into their chosen craft through an extensive arts program. Middle and Upper School students select arts classes based on their growing interests. Visual arts classes include photography, ceramics, jewelry-making, painting, sculpture, and drawing. Performing arts classes include dance, theatre classes, band, and orchestra.
ATHLETICS
Physical development is a key component of Isabelle Buckley's 4-Fold Plan of Education. At Buckley, athletics encompasses traditional team sports as well as various types of games and movement activities. From the Lower School physical education program, in which students learn hand–eye coordination and cooperation, to Middle School dance classes and the Upper School strength and conditioning program, students across divisions learn the importance and experience the benefits of physical development.
COMMUNITY SERVICE
The Buckley School is committed to service, which enriches all the members of our community. Community service experiences help students expand students' perspectives while benefiting causes, agencies, and individuals in need. Community service can include individual or group projects. Our community service program is broad in scope and integrated with other aspects of our curriculum, including classroom lessons, special events, and the school's clubs and special programs.
MULTICULTURALISM AND INCLUSION
By emphasizing multiculturalism and inclusion across our campus, we commit to creating a community where everyone, regardless of their ability, age, ethnicity, gender, race, religion, sexual orientation or socio-economic status, feels welcome and all students can thrive. Our program helps students develop skills for living in a highly connected, diverse society where a multiplicity of perspectives and experiences are recognized and valued.
STUDENT ACTIVITIES
Student activities complement the work students do in the classroom and foster strong relationships among classmates. Niche organizations such as the Martial Arts Movie Club and the Kite Club round out more time-honored institutions such as Student Council and National Honor Society. With more than 40 clubs, groups, and after-school activities, there is something for everyone to enjoy.
AFTERSCHOOL PROGRAMS
Our thriving Afterschool Programs include sports clinics, enrichment classes, and private music lessons. Sessions are a semester long. Recent offerings include chess club, cooking, dance, hockey, a mock trial club, musical theatre, sewing, science, and yoga. Buckley’s Performing Arts Conservatory also arranges private lessons after school on campus, in several instruments including electric bass, guitar, piano, strings, and voice. A recital at the end of the year showcases student talent.
SUMMER PROGRAMS
Buckley offers a variety of activities as part of our Summer School and Summer Camp. Children can take part in fun academic pursuits and team-building athletic opportunities or explore a number of special topics during week-long sessions. Summer programs are open to both Buckley students and students from other schools.
There is something to engage each student’s interest here at Buckley. We offer a wide range of activities that help students expand their horizons. From athletics and clubs to the arts and community service, Buckley students are in action beyond the classroom and beyond the campus.
THE ARTS
Buckley students delve deeply into their chosen craft through an extensive arts program. Middle and Upper School students select arts classes based on their growing interests. Visual arts classes include photography, ceramics, jewelry-making, painting, sculpture, and drawing. Performing arts classes include dance, theatre classes, band, and orchestra.
ATHLETICS
Physical development is a key component of Isabelle Buckley's 4-Fold Plan of Education. At Buckley, athletics encompasses traditional team sports as well as various types of games and movement activities. From the Lower School physical education program, in which students learn hand–eye coordination and cooperation, to Middle School dance classes and the Upper School strength and conditioning program, students across divisions learn the importance and experience the benefits of physical development.
COMMUNITY SERVICE
The Buckley School is committed to service, which enriches all the members of our community. Community service experiences help students expand students' perspectives while benefiting causes, agencies, and individuals in need. Community service can include individual or group projects. Our community service program is broad in scope and integrated with other aspects of our curriculum, including classroom lessons, special events, and the school's clubs and special programs.
MULTICULTURALISM AND INCLUSION
By emphasizing multiculturalism and inclusion across our campus, we commit to creating a community where everyone, regardless of their ability, age, ethnicity, gender, race, religion, sexual orientation or socio-economic status, feels welcome and all students can thrive. Our program helps students develop skills for living in a highly connected, diverse society where a multiplicity of perspectives and experiences are recognized and valued.
STUDENT ACTIVITIES
Student activities complement the work students do in the classroom and foster strong relationships among classmates. Niche organizations such as the Martial Arts Movie Club and the Kite Club round out more time-honored institutions such as Student Council and National Honor Society. With more than 40 clubs, groups, and after-school activities, there is something for everyone to enjoy.
AFTERSCHOOL PROGRAMS
Our thriving Afterschool Programs include sports clinics, enrichment classes, and private music lessons. Sessions are a semester long. Recent offerings include chess club, cooking, dance, hockey, a mock trial club, musical theatre, sewing, science, and yoga. Buckley’s Performing Arts Conservatory also arranges private lessons after school on campus, in several instruments including electric bass, guitar, piano, strings, and voice. A recital at the end of the year showcases student talent.
SUMMER PROGRAMS
Buckley offers a variety of activities as part of our Summer School and Summer Camp. Children can take part in fun academic pursuits and team-building athletic opportunities or explore a number of special topics during week-long sessions. Summer programs are open to both Buckley students and students from other schools.
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The Bell Schedule & Posting
To keep time flowing and the days moving over the course of the role-play there is going to be a post counter that will keep the time and the periods moving throughout the role-play. How the counter works is that during the weekends and during non-school hours an hour will pass with every 15 posts. So, let's say that in the starter post that I make that kick start the role-play I have my characters do x,y and z and by the end of my post, it's 7:30 a.m.That means that up until whoever makes the 16th post whatever happens to your character will be taking place before 8:00 a.m. So, you can have your character wake up at five o'clock in the morning and whatever happens over the course of your post is happening before 8 a.m. By the 16th post time moves forward and another hour is playable. So, everything that happens with our characters will take place between 8 - 9 o'clock. This aids in making sure that people don't unrealistically move time forward to suit their own needs or out of impatience as every second counts.
Now on school days, once that first bell rings, the post counter restarts and with every twentieth post, a period passes. So, the second someone posts about the first bell ringing the timer restarts and between the first and twelfth post we will be role-playing the first period. On the twenty-first post, second period has started and time moves forward and that we will keep going like that until then end up the final period and which the counter once again restarts and we go back to the 15 post counter. This will keep things from coming to a standstill, and no one is confused about when we should switch to the next class or start a new day. This roleplay is a slice of life roleplay that follows the lives of the middle and high schoolers that attend Buckley. I plan on roleplaying out the daily lives of our students which means that while the roleplay does focus on the Buckley school, a lot of the roleplay will take place outside of the classroom and off of school grounds. Particularly since, when we do begin posting, our story will begin in December during the last week of school before Winter break.
In the beginning, I wouldn't be surprised if there is some confusion so if anyone is in any way puzzled about the post counter let me know and I will attempt to clarify and make things easier to understand. Be mindful that if you are EVER confused, say something in the OOC. We both can be a touch sarcastic at times, yes, but also understanding. Your question could be anyone's question and as stated before, we're expecting the confusion on how things are run. Just ask - I promise you that you will get answered and you'll also be helping someone else who might be in the same confusion boat as yourself.
To keep time flowing and the days moving over the course of the role-play there is going to be a post counter that will keep the time and the periods moving throughout the role-play. How the counter works is that during the weekends and during non-school hours an hour will pass with every 15 posts. So, let's say that in the starter post that I make that kick start the role-play I have my characters do x,y and z and by the end of my post, it's 7:30 a.m.That means that up until whoever makes the 16th post whatever happens to your character will be taking place before 8:00 a.m. So, you can have your character wake up at five o'clock in the morning and whatever happens over the course of your post is happening before 8 a.m. By the 16th post time moves forward and another hour is playable. So, everything that happens with our characters will take place between 8 - 9 o'clock. This aids in making sure that people don't unrealistically move time forward to suit their own needs or out of impatience as every second counts.
Now on school days, once that first bell rings, the post counter restarts and with every twentieth post, a period passes. So, the second someone posts about the first bell ringing the timer restarts and between the first and twelfth post we will be role-playing the first period. On the twenty-first post, second period has started and time moves forward and that we will keep going like that until then end up the final period and which the counter once again restarts and we go back to the 15 post counter. This will keep things from coming to a standstill, and no one is confused about when we should switch to the next class or start a new day. This roleplay is a slice of life roleplay that follows the lives of the middle and high schoolers that attend Buckley. I plan on roleplaying out the daily lives of our students which means that while the roleplay does focus on the Buckley school, a lot of the roleplay will take place outside of the classroom and off of school grounds. Particularly since, when we do begin posting, our story will begin in December during the last week of school before Winter break.
In the beginning, I wouldn't be surprised if there is some confusion so if anyone is in any way puzzled about the post counter let me know and I will attempt to clarify and make things easier to understand. Be mindful that if you are EVER confused, say something in the OOC. We both can be a touch sarcastic at times, yes, but also understanding. Your question could be anyone's question and as stated before, we're expecting the confusion on how things are run. Just ask - I promise you that you will get answered and you'll also be helping someone else who might be in the same confusion boat as yourself.
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Tuition & Fees
Tuition for 2016 - 2017
Lower School (Grades K–5) | Tuition: $33,430 || Middle and Upper Schools (Grades 6–12) | Tuition: $39,320
Tuition covers the annual costs of instruction during the regular academic day, as well as the cost of textbooks, workbooks, certain school supplies, physical education uniforms, school publications, and support of extensive classes in the visual and performing arts. Tuition is higher in the Middle and Upper Schools to cover extra items such as laboratory and art supplies, uniforms for interscholastic athletics, etc.
Students who enroll at Buckley for the first time will be charged an additional nonrefundable $2,000 fee. This new student fee should be paid along with the commitment deposit at the time of enrollment. For new seniors only, the new student fee will be $4,000 to cover the costs of college counseling, transcript preparation, and graduation.
Financial Aid
The Buckley School offers financial aid to families with demonstrated needs based on an evaluation by School and Student Services (SSS) by NAIS. The school’s Financial Aid Committee makes financial aid awards to students who qualify for aid on the basis of financial need and who, in the school’s judgment, are able to make a significant contribution to the Buckley community through their academic accomplishments, talents, and personal attributes. Our review process involves applying consistent principles across all applicants to determine the families most in need of a financial aid grant.
SSS is an independent needs assessment program used by thousands of independent schools nationwide. Families interested in applying for financial aid may begin the process on November 1 each year by completing the Parents’ Financial Statement (PFS) online. Schools that subscribe to SSS can use the information collected on this form about your family size, income, expenses, etc., to help determine your family’s ability to contribute to educational expenses.
Tuition for 2016 - 2017
Lower School (Grades K–5) | Tuition: $33,430 || Middle and Upper Schools (Grades 6–12) | Tuition: $39,320
Tuition covers the annual costs of instruction during the regular academic day, as well as the cost of textbooks, workbooks, certain school supplies, physical education uniforms, school publications, and support of extensive classes in the visual and performing arts. Tuition is higher in the Middle and Upper Schools to cover extra items such as laboratory and art supplies, uniforms for interscholastic athletics, etc.
Students who enroll at Buckley for the first time will be charged an additional nonrefundable $2,000 fee. This new student fee should be paid along with the commitment deposit at the time of enrollment. For new seniors only, the new student fee will be $4,000 to cover the costs of college counseling, transcript preparation, and graduation.
Financial Aid
The Buckley School offers financial aid to families with demonstrated needs based on an evaluation by School and Student Services (SSS) by NAIS. The school’s Financial Aid Committee makes financial aid awards to students who qualify for aid on the basis of financial need and who, in the school’s judgment, are able to make a significant contribution to the Buckley community through their academic accomplishments, talents, and personal attributes. Our review process involves applying consistent principles across all applicants to determine the families most in need of a financial aid grant.
SSS is an independent needs assessment program used by thousands of independent schools nationwide. Families interested in applying for financial aid may begin the process on November 1 each year by completing the Parents’ Financial Statement (PFS) online. Schools that subscribe to SSS can use the information collected on this form about your family size, income, expenses, etc., to help determine your family’s ability to contribute to educational expenses.
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Character Sheet Template
Basics
• Full Name • Nickname(s) • Date of Birth • Age
• Zodiac Sign • Nationality • Ethnicity
• Sexual Orientation • Sexual History • Relationship History
Appearance
• Height • Weight • Body Shape • Body Type
• Skin Tone • Shape of Face • Eyes • Hair
• Distinguishing Marks • Fashion Sense • Overall Attractiveness
Personality
• Good Traits • Bad Traits • Written Personality
• Strengths • Weaknesses • Greatest Joys • Greatest Fears
• Priorities • Life Philosophy
Past
• Hometown • Upbringing
• Idol or Hero • Pets • Dreams
• Education
Present
• Household • Pets
• Secrets • Summer Spent
• Socioeconomic Status
• Residence • Transportation
Family
• Relation To • Relationship Status
Future
• Short Term Goals • Long Term Goals
• Aspirations
The Buckley School
• Grade • Lifer? Newcomer? • Scholarship or Not?
• Group/Clique • Are You Happy? • Would You Change?
• Clubs? • Teams? • Sports? • What Are You Looking Forward To?
Out of Character
• Plotline Ideas for your Character? • Timezone • How Often Do you Post?
Basics
• Full Name • Nickname(s) • Date of Birth • Age
• Zodiac Sign • Nationality • Ethnicity
• Sexual Orientation • Sexual History • Relationship History
Appearance
• Height • Weight • Body Shape • Body Type
• Skin Tone • Shape of Face • Eyes • Hair
• Distinguishing Marks • Fashion Sense • Overall Attractiveness
Personality
• Good Traits • Bad Traits • Written Personality
• Strengths • Weaknesses • Greatest Joys • Greatest Fears
• Priorities • Life Philosophy
Past
• Hometown • Upbringing
• Idol or Hero • Pets • Dreams
• Education
Present
• Household • Pets
• Secrets • Summer Spent
• Socioeconomic Status
• Residence • Transportation
Family
• Relation To • Relationship Status
Future
• Short Term Goals • Long Term Goals
• Aspirations
The Buckley School
• Grade • Lifer? Newcomer? • Scholarship or Not?
• Group/Clique • Are You Happy? • Would You Change?
• Clubs? • Teams? • Sports? • What Are You Looking Forward To?
Out of Character
• Plotline Ideas for your Character? • Timezone • How Often Do you Post?
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The Rules
1. Reservations. Don't start a sheet unless you have every intention of finishing it. Reservations will be accepted and last for one week. There's no need to tell you or assure you that you'll be getting an extension because a week is a rather long time to get a sheet in (and most people get it done in at least 72 hrs), so if you cannot adhere to that, then you do not need to be involved with this RP. Upon submitting your reservation, you need to provide the following:
~Face Claim
~Grade
~Clique
~AP Student or not?
2. Character Limits. You can have a maximum of 14 characters (although I can't see anyone making that many). Try not to make more characters than you can handle. If at any time it becomes overwhelming or you just lose interest in certain characters we can find a way to write them out of the role-play.
3. Ratios and Diversity. As important as things like activeness and inclusiveness are in a role-play, ratios are also critical (or, at least, I feel so). In the high school role-plays that I've been apart of and created I've noticed that every character that is created is either a junior or a senior, and they are often popular. This lack of diversity I feel makes the role-play boring and is what often contributes to role-plays dying.
No one makes underclassmen because their characters won't have anyone to interact with which is boring because their character has nothing to do which ultimately leads to disinterest and the person leaving the role-play. And again, this is an RP about a school with K-12 and I can assure you, the K+ was not added for shits and giggles. Having all wealthy and famous characters is also boring as it's no longer impressive or unique. Naturally, this role-play takes place in California and plenty of students will probably have dreams of becoming famous singers and starlets. But, not everyone has to be a multi-selling artist or from a family with millions upon millions of dollars. Diversity is a good thing.
I will stress this again once I get to the reservation tab, but if you're gonna reserve, you need to be considerate of all of these things: the fact that we need just as many guys as there are girls (which means no reserving more than one girl without a male reserved somewhere), we need more than just seniors and juniors, and I'm mandating that people create characters from the other grades, and that middle school students are on the line as well (if you are reserving more than two characters [and also, DO NOT try to change your mind about the number of characters you reserve simply because you're being asked to consider playing middle schoolers], then I am asking that third and/or fourth character be in grades 6-9). If you need help with finding baby faces, here is a face claim directory and considering people use gifs, I'm sure you know how to search Tumblr for more.
4. Activeness. This should go without saying, but in inactive role-play is a dead role-play. I'm not asking people to dedicate every hour of every day to this role-play or to make this role-play their sole focus because that would be stupid and crazy unrealistic. As much of I love role-play I also love the real world and the real world often takes me away from my computer- which isn't a bad thing. All I ask is that if you're going to join this role-play then be a part of it and be active. Get your characters involved with other role-players' characters and be considerate enough not to keep people waiting for your response for days at a time. You don't have to be on and post every day, but if you're only posting once or twice every week, then it's best that you not join.
5. Inclusiveness. I feel like I've touched on this already and it really shouldn't need to be a rule because roleplaying is all about togetherness and stuff, but I'll say it anyway - don't exclude people. This is a school-based role-play which means that the characters are going to be rather cliquey. However, just because your characters aren't in the same clique or group, it doesn't mean that they'll have to have zero contact with each other. It's school. Teachers don't give a damn about cliques. Partner your characters up through projects or after-school clubs and teams or taking it outside of school and get creativity. The best thing about high school is that drama is never far away. Don't be afraid to start drama!
6. Relationships. Before you sign up for this role-play, you should know that there will be a relations tab and before anyone is allowed to post in the IC, your connections and links to other characters need to be documented. I'll make the relations tab after the majority of the characters have been accepted. You'll only be responsible for working out relations between your accepted characters and the other already accepted characters. As other characters get accepted, you will be expected to reach out to new role-players and work out relations between their characters and yours and, of course, update your sheet.
7. Face Claims. Being that this is a realistic role-play face claims are, of course, a given. In some role-plays the gm asks that people try to use face claims that aren't used often, but I don't really care. It's your character use whoever face that you wish. However, you all know which face claims do not fit the middle school/high school genre, which means that no Benedict Cumberbatch and Chris Hemsworth will not pass as high school seniors. I will tell you to try again if the face claim chosen is too old.
8. Character Sheet. I have created a character sheet template because I feel like it's easier for everyone that way. All the information asked for must be given but you can add, format it and dress it up however you like. I am all for quality over quantity, but that doesn't mean I am for one sentence answers. This is a semi-literate role-play, and while I don't need novels, I do expect at least a couple of paragraphs (paragraphs include 5-7 sentences each). This goes for both sheets and the role-play in general.
9. Maturity. This role-play about middle and high schoolers going through life and along the way, things like violence, drug abuse, self-harm, sexuality, profanity or other adult themes can find it's way into the narrative. Be mindful of what you right and remember that this is a friendly role-play not some tasteless 50 Shades of Grey fan-fiction. Keep it tasteful and overall respectful.
10. Have Fun. After all the rules I feel like I also need to state that this is meant to be fun, and I want people to have fun. Keep the drama between the characters, not each other. Don't be afraid to communication with me and the other role-players. Share your ideas and if you get stumped and get hit with writer's block - LET US KNOW! We're all here to have fun and create a story full of interesting characters and drama. I look forward to taking this journey with you all! =D
1. Reservations. Don't start a sheet unless you have every intention of finishing it. Reservations will be accepted and last for one week. There's no need to tell you or assure you that you'll be getting an extension because a week is a rather long time to get a sheet in (and most people get it done in at least 72 hrs), so if you cannot adhere to that, then you do not need to be involved with this RP. Upon submitting your reservation, you need to provide the following:
~Face Claim
~Grade
~Clique
~AP Student or not?
2. Character Limits. You can have a maximum of 14 characters (although I can't see anyone making that many). Try not to make more characters than you can handle. If at any time it becomes overwhelming or you just lose interest in certain characters we can find a way to write them out of the role-play.
3. Ratios and Diversity. As important as things like activeness and inclusiveness are in a role-play, ratios are also critical (or, at least, I feel so). In the high school role-plays that I've been apart of and created I've noticed that every character that is created is either a junior or a senior, and they are often popular. This lack of diversity I feel makes the role-play boring and is what often contributes to role-plays dying.
No one makes underclassmen because their characters won't have anyone to interact with which is boring because their character has nothing to do which ultimately leads to disinterest and the person leaving the role-play. And again, this is an RP about a school with K-12 and I can assure you, the K+ was not added for shits and giggles. Having all wealthy and famous characters is also boring as it's no longer impressive or unique. Naturally, this role-play takes place in California and plenty of students will probably have dreams of becoming famous singers and starlets. But, not everyone has to be a multi-selling artist or from a family with millions upon millions of dollars. Diversity is a good thing.
I will stress this again once I get to the reservation tab, but if you're gonna reserve, you need to be considerate of all of these things: the fact that we need just as many guys as there are girls (which means no reserving more than one girl without a male reserved somewhere), we need more than just seniors and juniors, and I'm mandating that people create characters from the other grades, and that middle school students are on the line as well (if you are reserving more than two characters [and also, DO NOT try to change your mind about the number of characters you reserve simply because you're being asked to consider playing middle schoolers], then I am asking that third and/or fourth character be in grades 6-9). If you need help with finding baby faces, here is a face claim directory and considering people use gifs, I'm sure you know how to search Tumblr for more.
4. Activeness. This should go without saying, but in inactive role-play is a dead role-play. I'm not asking people to dedicate every hour of every day to this role-play or to make this role-play their sole focus because that would be stupid and crazy unrealistic. As much of I love role-play I also love the real world and the real world often takes me away from my computer- which isn't a bad thing. All I ask is that if you're going to join this role-play then be a part of it and be active. Get your characters involved with other role-players' characters and be considerate enough not to keep people waiting for your response for days at a time. You don't have to be on and post every day, but if you're only posting once or twice every week, then it's best that you not join.
5. Inclusiveness. I feel like I've touched on this already and it really shouldn't need to be a rule because roleplaying is all about togetherness and stuff, but I'll say it anyway - don't exclude people. This is a school-based role-play which means that the characters are going to be rather cliquey. However, just because your characters aren't in the same clique or group, it doesn't mean that they'll have to have zero contact with each other. It's school. Teachers don't give a damn about cliques. Partner your characters up through projects or after-school clubs and teams or taking it outside of school and get creativity. The best thing about high school is that drama is never far away. Don't be afraid to start drama!
6. Relationships. Before you sign up for this role-play, you should know that there will be a relations tab and before anyone is allowed to post in the IC, your connections and links to other characters need to be documented. I'll make the relations tab after the majority of the characters have been accepted. You'll only be responsible for working out relations between your accepted characters and the other already accepted characters. As other characters get accepted, you will be expected to reach out to new role-players and work out relations between their characters and yours and, of course, update your sheet.
7. Face Claims. Being that this is a realistic role-play face claims are, of course, a given. In some role-plays the gm asks that people try to use face claims that aren't used often, but I don't really care. It's your character use whoever face that you wish. However, you all know which face claims do not fit the middle school/high school genre, which means that no Benedict Cumberbatch and Chris Hemsworth will not pass as high school seniors. I will tell you to try again if the face claim chosen is too old.
8. Character Sheet. I have created a character sheet template because I feel like it's easier for everyone that way. All the information asked for must be given but you can add, format it and dress it up however you like. I am all for quality over quantity, but that doesn't mean I am for one sentence answers. This is a semi-literate role-play, and while I don't need novels, I do expect at least a couple of paragraphs (paragraphs include 5-7 sentences each). This goes for both sheets and the role-play in general.
9. Maturity. This role-play about middle and high schoolers going through life and along the way, things like violence, drug abuse, self-harm, sexuality, profanity or other adult themes can find it's way into the narrative. Be mindful of what you right and remember that this is a friendly role-play not some tasteless 50 Shades of Grey fan-fiction. Keep it tasteful and overall respectful.
10. Have Fun. After all the rules I feel like I also need to state that this is meant to be fun, and I want people to have fun. Keep the drama between the characters, not each other. Don't be afraid to communication with me and the other role-players. Share your ideas and if you get stumped and get hit with writer's block - LET US KNOW! We're all here to have fun and create a story full of interesting characters and drama. I look forward to taking this journey with you all! =D
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What was weird was that Jenna insisted on doing everything herself, even if she had no idea how to do it. It may sound strange for a perfectionist - trying to randomly perfect something they had no idea how to do, given its high failure rate - but in the end, for Jenna, it always worked out.
Jenna carefully finished painting her nails as she closed the nail polish bottle. She was never one for plain colors. Her nails were iridescent, shimmering in periwinkle and blue hues. Jenna was about to unpause her episode of Sherlock on Netflix when there was a sudden - though relatively minor - explosion. Jenna cringed as one of her adoptive parents, Orion, swore. Jenna was completely fine with swearing, but when Orion swore...well, that was something big.
"No, no, no!" Jenna's other adoptive parent, Romulus, scolded. "You made the simplest of mistakes, Orion! Sometimes, I wonder how you survive in this world."
Jenna rolled her eyes, continuing to apply the finishing touches on her makeup. Same old, same old. Once have lived with those two for a decade or so, you get used to bombs exploding in the house. Although, the damage was always strangely minimal.
Once Jenna had put her shoes on, her phone rang with a notification.
From Jazz:
Please bombard Sammy with messages and tell him he looks handsome enough to stop traffic.
Please bombard Sammy with messages and tell him he looks handsome enough to stop traffic.
Jenna raised an eyebrow as she opened the attachment. "Sammy-boy doesn't need encouragement," she muttered to herself. Jenna tapped on Sam's name in her contact list and sent him a text.
To Sammy:
Damn, Sammy, you look good. Show off those abs, and I'm sure all the cars on the street will stop for you.
Damn, Sammy, you look good. Show off those abs, and I'm sure all the cars on the street will stop for you.
Jenna laughed, turning her phone off. She just loved embarrassing Sam - in a friend way, of course. She stepped towards the door, about to leave when she realized something. "Damn, I need a ride," she muttered to herself.
Jenna pulled out her phone once again, pausing for a moment before selecting Jasmine's name on her contact list.
To Jazz:
Hey, would you mind picking me up? Sucks that I can't drive :(
Hey, would you mind picking me up? Sucks that I can't drive :(
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"You know the world isn't going to end if we're a few minutes late." Sam comments, immediately biting the tip of his right thumb in regret. He really shouldn't be the one to talk considering he's the reason they're running behind in the first place, but really it's just a party and no one arrives on time anyway. Of course, Sam is in no hurry to get there. Jasmine, on the other hand, is gas-pedal friendly. Her eyes, hidden behind round sunglasses, dash across the street before the car makes a sharp turn. "No, but I will get an earful from Cydnee if I don't give her the Cat free time I promised." the small blonde huffs, the screeching of the wheels almost drowning out the last few words as the vehicle comes to an abrupt stop in front of a very lavish residence. Jasmine wastes no time to pull out her phone and send Cat a quick text, responding to Jenna's in the process.
To: Kitty Cat
MSG: I'm outside! If you hurry we can stop somewhere to get some ice cream! :)
To: Jenna
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMSG: Be there in 0.5 seconds!
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Samuel Kim
Outfit: Jasmine's creation
Location: Kim Residence -> Shanks Residence
Dialogue Color: #e6e600
Outfit: Jasmine's creation
Location: Kim Residence -> Shanks Residence
Dialogue Color: #e6e600
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Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, Sam unbuckles the safety belt and transfers himself to the backseat. Bea is probably already exhausted from having to keep up with Jasmine so it's only fair he saves her the struggle of having to keep up with Cat too. He wiggles carefully into the seat, still just as uncomfortable in the clothing as when he first put them on, giving Bea a pained look in the process because in a way his suffering is also her fault. His shirt is now zipped up to just bellow his collar bone and tucked into the black jeans, which he's convinced will explode off of his body if he makes any sudden movements, leaving little to no space for his phone.
As if on gueue, the device begins to buzz uncontrollably the second he sets it on the seat beside him. He picks it up, reading Charlotte and Jenna's messages back to back, his cheeks quickly tinting pink and eyebrows flying up at their content. There's no need for him to wonder how they know what he looks like, this is obviously Jasmine's doing. He can feel the subtle heat in his cheeks increase tenfold and his heart seems to stop for a good minute the moment Jasper's name pops up along with the rest. Out of all the people she could have messaged! Not a word about Sam's growing and most likely unrequited feelings towards the jock have ever left his mouth, but Jasmine has always been exceptionally skilled at reading him. There's no doubt in his mind that she has caught on by now and while part of him is relieved, the other part really wishes she hadn't, precisely because of situations like these.
Sam's dark and rounded eyes shoot upwards to meet his sister's in the rear view mirror, his cheeks now a pair of ripe tomatoes and his tone low and distressed. "Why are you like this?". The feeble protest only earns him a giggle from the girl in the driver's seat, who is clearly very proud of her actions.
"You're welcome!"
CHARLOTTE ▿ ARNAULT
Outfit: Outfit
Location: The Arnault Residence
Dialogue Color: #3BAD45
"Of course they're going to Ace's. They're two of his little bitches," Charlotte chimed in, a devious smirk creeping onto her face as she began to pull out smaller, individual containers from the large plastic bag the delivery food came in. She looked towards the boys then, knowing that if she was making eye contact with Danielle while speaking, she would probably actually laugh. "My girl dressed to impress specifically for your boy Ace. Think you can get her some one-on-one time with him?" she pressed, doing her best to sound serious despite the smirk. She knew Dani would probably want to roll her eyes or hit her for it, but that was the fun in it all. She might have tried teasing harder, had she not first been distracted by how good her food smelled, and then secondly, by the texts from Charlie that she was just seeing. It looked like the most recent one had only been sent a minute ago, so she was glad that she hadn't kept her outside waiting too long, especially if what she said was true, and one of Adrien's friends was out there too. "Charlie's here. Let me go get her. There should be beer in the fridge, and probably some of those sugary-as-fuck Mike's Hards that Juliette drinks, and all of the liquor is in the cabinet. Help yourself," she said to Dani, though she hoped her friend knew to help herself regardless.
With that said, she headed back to the door, and opened it to find Charlotte #2, Jasper, and in the distance, a blonde guy that Charlotte recognized as another one of Adrien's friends, Nick. "Adrien is in the kitchen," she said to the guys, not feeling inclined to say much more, since they were Adrien's friends and not hers, after all. Charlie, however, received a bit of a warmer response, as her presence elicited a smile out of Charlotte. "Glad you made it," she said, as she decided to continue her teasing of Dani, even if the girl wasn't present to hear it. "Robo-girl is in the kitchen already. Apparently she wants to fuck pretty boy Bronson, and I think you're the only one who'll be able to talk her out of it."
C Y D N E E . B L A C K
Dialogue Color: #666666
Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cydnee's Outfit
C A T . V A L E N T I N E
Dialogue Color: #a84468
Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cat's Outfit
"My hands are clean!" Cat insisted, though she did drop her hand back to her side. "I just wanted to make sure you made my face shimmery too!" she insisted, though with the setting spray that Cydnee had sprayed on her, little of the makeup even came off when she touched her face, so she still felt half-convinced of it, even as she peered into one of the mirrors on the wall to confirm that the highlighter was there. "Are you sure that you don't want to just come with me and Jasmine and everyone else now? You can sit on Sam's lap if there's no room in the car. He won't mind! You don't wanna be late!" she chirped, though she was barely even listening to herself speak as she opened up videos on Snapchat of people she followed. As she was watching a Snap, she got a text from Jasmine, saying that the girl was already waiting outside. "She's here! You're really, really, really sure that you don't want to come?"
Cydnee was glad that Jasmine had arrived, and was also glad that she had informed a staff member to be expecting the girl's car shortly, so that the gates to the residence were already open for her to drive through, shortening the amount of time she had to wait even more. "I don't have an ounce of makeup on," she said, as if Cat were stupid to even think she would possibly say yes to leaving now given that. "Just go, I'll see you when I get there, okay?" she said, holding the front door open for the girl. She liked Cat, but she liked her in small doses. Too much, and she was a headache waiting to happen. "And keep those damn hands away from your face!" she chastised once more, as the girl was heading out.
"Okay, okay!" Cat called out to Cydnee, as she did her best to run carefully in her heels out to Jasmine's car. She assumed that she was going to have to sit in the back seat, but her face lit up when she spotted the passenger's seat empty, and she quickly took the opportunity to round the car and claim the seat as her own. She didn't even question why it was empty when Sam and Bea were in the car too, instead basking in the happiness of getting to sit next to Jasmine, but with all of them in the same car, overall. "Hi people!" she gleamed when she slid in, shutting the door behind her. "Tonight's going to be so fun! You all look so pretty! Even you, Sam!" she said, and it wasn't because she meant that Sam naturally looked unattractive, but more-so because she considered "pretty" to be a feminine adjective, and felt the need to clarify.
When Cat was outside, Cydnee quickly shut the door behind her and returned to her bedroom. She read Aaliyah's text along the way, and smirked at it, though she was sure her cheeks grew hotter at the sight of it, too. Aaliyah was the only person who knew that she had a very unexpected thing for Juliette Arnault. It was a crush that Cydnee wasn't necessarily proud of. Juliette was a spoiled brat, who wasn't smart or kind or anything else that would be somewhat admirable in Cydnee's book. It was the way that she was so easy to bother, and get a reaction out of, that probably enhanced the fun that she hand bothering Juliette, but she always felt more than just amusement when she provoked and teased the Royal. She didn't want to have a crush on her, but it was one of those crushes that she couldn't shake, no matter how hard she tried. While she had come to terms with the unwanted feelings by now, what made the matter all the more difficult was that she couldn't stop being mean to Juliette. Even if the snarkiness was only meant playfully (or at least some times it was only meant playfully), Juliette was so sensitive that Cydnee knew that the girl disliked her, and Cydnee had too much pride to stop antagonizing her and try to approach the crush aspect of their relationship in a way that had any possibility of actually panning out in her favor. It was... complicated to say the least, and she knew that Aaliyah knew that too, which was why she had to respond back in the way that she did.
To: Leah
You don't get cousin of the year award til she's sitting on my lap... or... elsewhere... and definitely not in the seat next to me. Sorry boo, if you're good enough you'll keep trying for your favorite cousin tho <3
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Roman Eliades
Outfit: Here
Location: The Guest House
behind the Eliades Residence
Dialogue Color: #ee0000
Outfit: Here
Location: The Guest House
behind the Eliades Residence
Dialogue Color: #ee0000
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Roman may have been expecting to see Casper's face, grinning back at him when the door opened, but he certainly was not surprised to see a different face. A much prettier and seductive one. Rhianon is the only one that seems to come to Casper's estate more than Roman does, so it really never comes as unexpected to find her here. His eyes graze over her figure from the neckline of her blouse to the small cut of fabric that's meant to be a skirt and back up. There's no denying that Rhianon is attractive, and she knows it well, which is why Roman makes note of the indirect compliment thrown his way with a light smirk but makes no effort to return it. He's sure she's already gotten plenty of attention from Casper, and he won't be the one to entertain her ego. He can be just as skilled at whispering sweet nothings into someone's ear as he can be at being a cold blooded asshole.
"Good evening miss Prinsloo" he greets, albeit a bit sarcastically, before taking the invitation to go inside. Casper is nowhere to be seen, which can only mean he's ran off to get dressed for a party he hadn't even heard about until today. "You mentioned a pizza?" he directs the question at Rhia while heading towards the kitchen area. He's in dire need of a pick-me-up and can always count on Casper to have something good stored. Unfortunately, all he finds are a couple of bottles of beer. It's no Hennessy or Gin n' Tonic but it will have to do. After pulling out and opening the bottle, Roman's lower half leans against the counter top, taking a formidable amount of the drink before locking eyes with the blonde across from him.
"And where has my wife ran off to?" he questions, fingers tapping against the body of the glass bottle. It's not the first time Roman refers to Casper as his "wife", so there's no reason for him to explain to Rhianon that that's who he's talking about. More often than not, he does it for the satisfaction of annoying the hell out of his friend, though he gets the feeling it's starting to loose it's initial effect.
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_____ T H EXD R A M A T I CXO N E _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Shank Family Estate
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837
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_____ T H EXD R A M A T I CXO N E _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Shank Family Estate
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837
"Thaaaaanks, Caaaaaaaaasssss," Luke dragged out with glee before downing the his second shot of tequila, taking great pleasure in partaking in the expensive alcohol that the Shank family bar held. It didn't hit him that perhaps he should question why it was so easy for rich kids to just randomly get drinks from the bars in their home, especially considering the fact that the people who served them were old enough to know better. Yeah, there was no questioning anything, especially with him reaping the benefits of what some would consider parental neglect. The alcohol definitely did still burn, but he was able to appreciate the silky mouth-fill and was highly anticipating the tequila sunrises that had been placed on a tray for him to take upstairs. The bartender in question, an adorably scrumptious man in his mid-twenties, flushed at the praise. Luke was sure that the reddened skin had more to do with the outlandish flirtations he had bestowed upon the guy to sublimate the slight annoyance he had entered the spacious manor with, but he wasn't going to spend his time wondering when he could be upstairs with the fabulous Royal girls of Buckley just before a big party.
Soon enough, because all it had taken was for Lucas to get lost once for him to never want to play hide-and-seek with his queen's room again, Luke was outside of Aaliyah's door. Knowing damn well he was still going to burst into the room, Luke gave the door two light raps from his knuckles while exclaiming, "I'm coming in, bitches, so you either better be real comfy with me seeing your birthday suit cuz we all know y'all ain't got nothing that I want or you better be covered up because," he opened the door with his free hand, arm posed above his head dramatically and a big grin on his face, "the cutest one has arrived! And I even brought gifts of illegal alcohol consumption, so you should all come and love me." Giggling, Luke waltzed into the bedroom, not seeing Aaliyah but focusing on the two brunettes already quite comfortable in her space. "Yaaaaaaaasssss babies! Y'all better work!" He exclaimed and then lowered the tray to them so that Camila and Juliette could get two of the four drinks on the tray. Once that was settled, he set the tray on one of Aaliyah's end tables and grabbed the last two drinks, not hesitating to suck the straw of the one to his left into his mouth to take in some of the sweet alcoholic goodness. Satisfied, he then looked around the room. "And where is my favorite little queenie who has yet to grace me with her presence?"
Soon enough, because all it had taken was for Lucas to get lost once for him to never want to play hide-and-seek with his queen's room again, Luke was outside of Aaliyah's door. Knowing damn well he was still going to burst into the room, Luke gave the door two light raps from his knuckles while exclaiming, "I'm coming in, bitches, so you either better be real comfy with me seeing your birthday suit cuz we all know y'all ain't got nothing that I want or you better be covered up because," he opened the door with his free hand, arm posed above his head dramatically and a big grin on his face, "the cutest one has arrived! And I even brought gifts of illegal alcohol consumption, so you should all come and love me." Giggling, Luke waltzed into the bedroom, not seeing Aaliyah but focusing on the two brunettes already quite comfortable in her space. "Yaaaaaaaasssss babies! Y'all better work!" He exclaimed and then lowered the tray to them so that Camila and Juliette could get two of the four drinks on the tray. Once that was settled, he set the tray on one of Aaliyah's end tables and grabbed the last two drinks, not hesitating to suck the straw of the one to his left into his mouth to take in some of the sweet alcoholic goodness. Satisfied, he then looked around the room. "And where is my favorite little queenie who has yet to grace me with her presence?"
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G E N N E Y AXS H A N K S
_____ T H EXP E R F O R M E R _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: En Route
Dialogue Color ✦ #F277A8
Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5
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_____ T H EXP E R F O R M E R _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: En Route
Dialogue Color ✦ #F277A8
Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5
To: Sabina
Omw. B there in 5 mins
To: Chris
Im comin 2 u. Picking up Sabina 1rst
"I like this one better," Gigi stated, finally settling in her seat and ignoring the very disgurnted expression on her brother's face. They had already gotten into his SUV since Aaliyah threatened him with death if he let any rugrat that wasn't just either Genneya or Sophia into hers, but Genneya had made them stop not even five minutes from the house for a good picture to send to Catarina. Her relationship with the senior probably shouldn't be as close as it was considering Cat was five seconds from graduating Buckley and Genneya from leaving middle school, but it worked for them. It helped that Cat just had a natural almost childlike energy about her that Gigi could relate to, even though she occasionally liked the idea of seeming more mature at times a lot more. Nevertheless, she was pressed to give her friend a good picture of her sister's work and Damien was pulling away when he remarked, "Right, cuz the last five weren't practically the same." Genneya huffed as she sent the both the pic and text to her friend, replying distractedly. "Practically being the operative word." Damien groaned dramatically. "Oh my God, you sound like your sister." Genneya only smiled wickedly and leaned over to plant a big wet kiss on his cheek, ignoring the loud complaints with a giggle.
To: Cat
I wanted da hair out my face. I like when she braids my hair. Even tho it hurts 4 a bit
Soon enough, after punching in the address on the GPS for Damien, they were pulling up to Sabina's and Genneya hurried to text the other girl, answering a few messages from other classmates who needed any more information. Typically, there were planned events by Buckley for the middle schoolers once the semester was starting to close. Her mom had surprised her (though, Gigi was adamant, even though she denied it, that Aaliyah had more of a hand in it than she wanted to admit) by stating that she had already talked with the administration about planning an evening for the lower school division. It was in Genneya's name, which definitely made her beam with pleasure because her classmates and friends all thought she was the cool one for recommending an awesome place lik Glowzone, but it was also her mom's version of donating before the drive on Monday. Nevertheless, Gigi was more than happy about her mother's random acts of kindness and generosity, especially if it meant she was allowed to reap the funner benefits of them. Once the house was in view, she text Sabina again. The two probably weren't going to be toting friendship bracelets or anything like that, but she did appreciate that they got along nice enough.
To: Sabina
Im outside :D
Omw. B there in 5 mins
To: Chris
Im comin 2 u. Picking up Sabina 1rst
"I like this one better," Gigi stated, finally settling in her seat and ignoring the very disgurnted expression on her brother's face. They had already gotten into his SUV since Aaliyah threatened him with death if he let any rugrat that wasn't just either Genneya or Sophia into hers, but Genneya had made them stop not even five minutes from the house for a good picture to send to Catarina. Her relationship with the senior probably shouldn't be as close as it was considering Cat was five seconds from graduating Buckley and Genneya from leaving middle school, but it worked for them. It helped that Cat just had a natural almost childlike energy about her that Gigi could relate to, even though she occasionally liked the idea of seeming more mature at times a lot more. Nevertheless, she was pressed to give her friend a good picture of her sister's work and Damien was pulling away when he remarked, "Right, cuz the last five weren't practically the same." Genneya huffed as she sent the both the pic and text to her friend, replying distractedly. "Practically being the operative word." Damien groaned dramatically. "Oh my God, you sound like your sister." Genneya only smiled wickedly and leaned over to plant a big wet kiss on his cheek, ignoring the loud complaints with a giggle.
To: Cat
I wanted da hair out my face. I like when she braids my hair. Even tho it hurts 4 a bit
Soon enough, after punching in the address on the GPS for Damien, they were pulling up to Sabina's and Genneya hurried to text the other girl, answering a few messages from other classmates who needed any more information. Typically, there were planned events by Buckley for the middle schoolers once the semester was starting to close. Her mom had surprised her (though, Gigi was adamant, even though she denied it, that Aaliyah had more of a hand in it than she wanted to admit) by stating that she had already talked with the administration about planning an evening for the lower school division. It was in Genneya's name, which definitely made her beam with pleasure because her classmates and friends all thought she was the cool one for recommending an awesome place lik Glowzone, but it was also her mom's version of donating before the drive on Monday. Nevertheless, Gigi was more than happy about her mother's random acts of kindness and generosity, especially if it meant she was allowed to reap the funner benefits of them. Once the house was in view, she text Sabina again. The two probably weren't going to be toting friendship bracelets or anything like that, but she did appreciate that they got along nice enough.
To: Sabina
Im outside :D
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ARIZONA . ROLLINGS
Clique: Royals
Grade: 11
Dialogue Color: #C74600
Outfit: This ➜ This
Location: Arizona Rolling's House
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Earlier this week, she had gotten back an exam grade in her history class that had nearly pushed her to tears. It was a twenty question exam, and she had only managed to get eight of them correct, which meant she ended up with a 40% on the test. It wasn't the first time she had scored so poorly in the class either, and she knew she was very lucky that because of her dyslexia and difficulties with learning, her guidance counselor had worked with many of her teachers to allow her to regain some points on her exams by doing test corrections after she saw her initial grade. If some of the other students in the class knew about it, they would probably find it to be unfair that she had an opportunity to do better when they didn't, but it was worth noting that it wasn't like she would suddenly go from a grade of 40% to a 100%. The goal was usually just to get her at a passing level, so for a lot of students anyway, doing three hours worth of test corrections just to have your grade bumped up to a 65% probably normally wouldn't be worth it anyway. For Ari, though, they were usually the difference between passing or failing a class, and so she took them very seriously, and was always very grateful for the opportunity to do them.
That was why while all of her friends were preparing for Ace's party, with some of them at Aaliyah's, where she was probably expected to be right now too, Ari was sitting at the desk in her bedroom, frantically typing the last few sentences of corrections on her computer, before sending the document to her teacher's email. She had to send them in by midnight tonight to get credit, and given that she would be at Ace's soon, Ari was pressed to finish them as quickly as possible. She hadn't even started getting ready for the party, so seeing Juliette's text asking where she was only stressed her out more. There was no way that she was going to make it to pregame with them, she knew, as she glanced down at her pajama-clad body. Even though getting dressed didn't take too long, given that the outfit she was wearing to the party was pretty simple, she knew that doing her makeup would take at least another twenty. Plus, she did want to get some food in her stomach now, even if Ace probably was going to be serving food at the party. Ari was all for drinking and getting drunk, but she definitely was the kind of person who preferred being tipsy and still in control of herself, over sloppy and wasted.
To: Juliette
I'm running behind schedule :( I'm sry! I'll meet you guys there!
From Gigi:
Omw. B there in 5 mins
Omw. B there in 5 mins
Sabina breathed out a sigh of relief as she turned off her phone. She and Gigi were friendly enough, but they weren't the closest friends. Sabina couldn't help but feel a bit bitter at Gigi's success, but the other girl was way too nice not to like her. After all, Gigi was a cool kid for a reason.
Sabina waited near the doorway of her house, drumming her fingers on a nearby tabletop as quietly as possible in effort to keep away from her mother's attention. It wasn't particularly wonderful to live with just her mother. Out of all her family members, Sabina and her mother had the rockiest relationship by far. Her relationship with her father included much more smooth sailing.
Sabina's phone buzzed with a notification as the actress twiddled her thumbs. She tapped Gigi's name on her contact list to see her most recent text.
From Gigi:
Im outside :D
Im outside :D
Sabina quickly responded before heading out the door.
To Gigi:
Be right there.
Be right there.
Sabina shut the door behind her as she approached the car of Gigi's brother, Damien. "Gigi, you are a saint," Sabina said as she slid into the backseat. "'Sup, Damien."
Sabina buckled her seat belt, admiring the car as she did so. The Shanks family was rich as hell, and everybody knew it. Of course Damien's car would be highly impressive. "Are you picking Chrissy up, too?" Sabina asked mildly. Christopher Morgan's crush on Gigi was as plain as day.
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XXXM A L C O L M . VINCENT
XXOutfit: Link Here
XXLocation: En Route to the Shanks estate
XXDialogue Color ✦ #458B00
XXThought Color ✧ #9CBA7F
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It never took long for Malcolm to get to the Shanks' house seeing that the manor was less twenty minutes or so away from the Vincent household but what he always seemed to forget was that if you needed to be anywhere in LA, you needed to add ten minutes to that time with how much traffic that would be at 5. He was honking his horn and groaning when he saw his phone light up. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down from, reaching for the phone to see Leah's name. He chuckled before swiping it open. While he was answering to her, he didn't notice the light turning green and the cars ahead of him moving forward making the car behind him honk. "Alright, I'm movin'. Damn.". Driving his car, he grabbed his phone and pressed sent before putting it back down so he wouldn't get into an accident or something.
He knew Leah wasn't exactly 'his girl' but, he certainly knew that he was more than just some guy she liked to hang around with, even if she didn't want to admit it to him or even to herself. She didn't have to with how the two interacted it was clear there was holding her back. It was infuriating, sure. Annoying, absolutely but it wasn't enough to make him just throw his hands up and walk away from whatever it was Leah and him had going on. Before he knew it he was in front of Leah's house fixing himself up before getting out of the car with his phone in his back pocket and bottle in hand. The butler who answered the door just smiled towards him knowing who Malcolm was. He spent too many days and nights here not to have the staff know who he was or at least know his face. He set the bottle down and decided it was probably best for him to text her instead of just barging upstairs.
While waiting for a response or hearing her come down the stairs Malcolm decided to send a text to Derek to make sure he or Rhapsody didn't do anything too stupid before getting to the party.
To: Leah
animals are nature. and there'll be time for guy time after I get some time with my girl
animals are nature. and there'll be time for guy time after I get some time with my girl
He knew Leah wasn't exactly 'his girl' but, he certainly knew that he was more than just some guy she liked to hang around with, even if she didn't want to admit it to him or even to herself. She didn't have to with how the two interacted it was clear there was holding her back. It was infuriating, sure. Annoying, absolutely but it wasn't enough to make him just throw his hands up and walk away from whatever it was Leah and him had going on. Before he knew it he was in front of Leah's house fixing himself up before getting out of the car with his phone in his back pocket and bottle in hand. The butler who answered the door just smiled towards him knowing who Malcolm was. He spent too many days and nights here not to have the staff know who he was or at least know his face. He set the bottle down and decided it was probably best for him to text her instead of just barging upstairs.
To: Leah
come be a good host and come say hi. ;)
come be a good host and come say hi. ;)
While waiting for a response or hearing her come down the stairs Malcolm decided to send a text to Derek to make sure he or Rhapsody didn't do anything too stupid before getting to the party.
To: Derek
make sure Rhaps doesn't do anything stupid. and dont do anything stupid urself.
make sure Rhaps doesn't do anything stupid. and dont do anything stupid urself.
F I N N . M A X W E L L
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #3f8b2c
A D R I E N . A R N A U L T
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #842C88
He looked to Finn then, smirking as he admitted, "I don't know how either of my sisters have friends." At the same time, the friends that both Juliette and Charlotte had separately made sense. Juliette's friends were very into their social image, and living in luxury, and just being popular and cool and living that lifestyle in general. Charlotte's, on the other hand, didn't really value any of those things. They had quirks of their own, which was why Adrien didn't know someone like Danielle outside of his sister, and which was also probably why they could put up with Charlotte's sarcastically witty and sometimes coldly blunt personality. He liked to think that his sisters' friends groups fell on separate ends of the social spectrum behavior wise, and though it probably wasn't true, that his fell right in the middle, in the "perfectly balanced" territory. He slid a container of food towards Finn, but the blonde slid it back, saying, "No thanks, man. My mom made spaghetti and forced it down my throat before I could get out the door. Besides, doesn't Ace usually order a ton of food anyway?" He felt compelled to say more to Danielle, who now sat with them alone since Charlotte had left to answer the door, but he didn't know her well enough to know what to say. Adrien didn't seem bothered by it, though, nodding in response to Finn as he said, "Yeah, he does. You can never have too much food though. Then again, as the dude who always drinks himself into getting sick, maybe not having a stomach full of shit to throw up will be good for you. Pretty sure that's a turn off, am I right?" he said, glancing over at Danielle as he was sure Finn's face turned a bright shade of red. He managed to toss back a "Fuck you, dude," but yeah, he was definitely embarrassed.
Soon enough, the sound of people entering the house redirected Adrien's attention from the duo sitting beside him. "Cameron, Van Veenan: get your bitch asses in here!" he called out at the sound of their voices.
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Camila Santos
Outfit: Here
Location: Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #722f37
Outfit: Here
Location: Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #722f37
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The moment the bedroom door opens and Luke announces his presence, Camila feels a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She likes Luke, don't get her wrong. He's great to have around, but in small amounts. Granted, on a day like today when she doesn't particularly feel like she's in the right mood to party on, a little bit of Luke's enthusiasm with a side of alcohol could do her some good. "Thank you" she sing-songs as she takes two of the drinks, handing one to Juliette. "Queenie isn't prepared to see her subjects just yet." the brunette mutters, absentmindedly taking a long sip of the drink. She really appreciates how heavily it's been prepared, just the right amount of morale boost. The Shanks estate bar always has the best drinks. "But look at you" she adds, eyebrows lifting slightly to graze over the boy's attire. He may be a little much at times, but Cami especially can't deny he's got good taste. "Who's the lucky target tonight? And don't tell me there isn't one because that's the kind of outfit to wear when you're either trying to make someone jealous or hoping to end up in someone's bed"
Despite all his good friendships, Nick had always felt like they weren't...deep enough for a true best friend. Sure, he wasn't going to lie, he would have any of his friends' backs and vice versa, but Nick never had a friend he trusted enough to tell about his entire past. And Nick's past was as dramatic as hell. Well, his dad was, at the least.
Finally, the sight of the Arnault residence pulled Nick out of his thoughts. Despite being quite wealthy now, the homes of rich people - including himself - never failed to amaze Nick. He was never going to get used to them.
Nick rang the doorbell, and before he knew it, a certain Arnault answered the door. "'Sup, Charlotte," he greeted, flashing her a smile before heading towards the kitchen.
Adrien had apparently heard him come in - after all, you didn't need superhuman hearing to notice - and yelled out, "Cameron, Van Veenen: get your bitch asses in here!"
Nick never really liked his surname. Out of all things, Van Veenen? There were many similar, yet much better options. For instance, how about Von Brandt? Van Buren? The sound of his surname was far from Nick's biggest problem with it, though. It was his father's surname. Nick had no idea why his mother kept it after Matthew Van Veenen was sent to prison. Nick's mother never informed him of her maiden name, but he was sure it was better than Van Veenen.
Nick walked into the room where Finn and Adrien were and clapped them on the backs. "Hey hey, guys," he greeted. "Don't know if you noticed, but Cameron's not here yet." Nick noticed Danielle, and nodded towards her in acknowledgement. "Hey." Nick wasn't going to lie, he wasn't best friends with the robotics girl. But he tried to be nice.
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R H I A N N O N . P R I N S L O O
"She's badass with a good heart, soft but strong.
Unapologetic and honest. She's the type of
woman you go to war beside,
the type of woman you marry."
~ Rh Sin
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Outfit here [x], [x]
Siyansky residence [x], [x], [x]
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B E H A T I . P R I N S L O O
"Life is short and unpredictable,
don't waste another minute on the people,
places, and the things that don't
make you happy."
~ Anonymous
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Outfit here [x]
Kim's residence --> Shank's residence
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"She's badass with a good heart, soft but strong.
Unapologetic and honest. She's the type of
woman you go to war beside,
the type of woman you marry."
~ Rh Sin
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Outfit here [x], [x]
Siyansky residence [x], [x], [x]
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B E H A T I . P R I N S L O O
"Life is short and unpredictable,
don't waste another minute on the people,
places, and the things that don't
make you happy."
~ Anonymous
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Outfit here [x]
Kim's residence --> Shank's residence
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"You mentioned pizza?" Rhiannon followed him to the kitchen where she found him rummaging through cabinets in dire need of something strong, an alcoholic beverage that would make him unconscious to his problems. And the long swig he took from one of Casper's step dad's Corona was enough to give Rhiannon a sign that something was wrong besides Roman's usual bitchiness mood that either she or Casper had to deal with. Something was off, and Rhiannon wanted to find what that something was. They had sex, sure, but can you blame a girl for caring the very least? She watched him lean over the counter, locking eyes with her on the other side of the room with one hand on her hip and a heel out; Rhiannon's infamous, defiant stance that meant she was business. "And where has my wife ran off to?" And then there was the finger tapping of his glass. As Rhiannon assumed, something had the princess distraught.
She walked towards him until they were both leaning over the counter. Face to face, Rhiannon could feel Roman's breath hot as it tingled her cheeks, and it was then when she really saw the color in his eyes. "You mean the pizza I had not ordered for you?" The corners of her mouth lifting into a mischievous smile, "Don't worry it'll be here shortly, and your 'wife' is upstairs getting dressed for the party no one had any business telling him, but don't worry" She leaned in closer to him, pressing her lips against his ear in a whisper "that leaves time for you and I to...chat." The distraction was enough for Rhiannon to successfully seize the beer for herself, purposely locking fingers with Roman in the process before taking a quick chug at his drink.
Catching her breath, she pried the bottle away from her lips and examined the content in her hands before turning her focus back to Roman. "Now talk, what's gotten you all worked up?" She gasped, "Don't tell me it's your shark week?" Pouting, she blinked her eyes at him once.
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The look Sam was giving Bea was priceless as he joined her in the back. She watched, amused as he strained to buckle his seat belt, his clothes looking a little to suffocating in various areas. For a second Bea worried that if he moved another muscle, his clothes might rip for being too tight. The thought of him loosing a button or two made Bea bite down on her bottom lip, suppressing herself before she exploded into fits of laughter. Still, seeing Sam struggle a bit was dorkishly adorable. He was dorkishly adorable in ways that Bea often had to look away at times ignoring the desire to reach across and ruffle his hair just to get him riled up, or better yet sink low in utter embarrassment.
A few moments in the car passed before Bea thought it was necessary to text her sister to see where she was at. She hadn't seen Rhiannon before Dad dropped Bea off at the Kim's residence due to her car being in maintenance at the shop. So, what better time would it be to text her now when Jas was driving to pick up Cat?
TO: Rye-Rye
YO! Where you at?
YO! Where you at?
She examined the display as it informed Bea that her sister quickly read it within a few seconds it was sent.
From (1/2): Rye-Rye
At the corner of happy and healthy.
From (2/2): Rye-Rye
Kidding... I'm at Casper's.
At the corner of happy and healthy.
From (2/2): Rye-Rye
Kidding... I'm at Casper's.
Casper. The name was not foreign to Bea. She knew him well enough to know that he and Rhiannon were an inseparable pair, and he was nothing but trouble. He was always at the Prinsloo's house visiting Rhiannon of course; however, bringing up the devil's name in vain brought back the past Bea wished to never repeat. They almost kissed last semester at a party, or he was the one to almost kiss her. As if it was yesterday, the memories of what happened three months ago still linger, the talking, the "getting to know each other" without the presence of Rhiannon taking Casper on some wild espionage. That night made Bea realize that Casper was genuinely a nice guy whether the rumors were true, he seemed to be interested in her. That was until, without a warning, he leaned his head towards Bea almost immediately, and it was then when she could smell the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. He was as she least expected, wasted. Feeling embarrassed, ashamed she lightly pushed him away and walked off leaving a drunken Casper behind to flirt with some other poor girl who got their hopes up a little too quickly. She hadn't talked to Casper since. He'd go one way and Bea turned a heel to the opposite direction, but the fact that he continued on with his life as if nothing happened is what had hurt her the most. Casper was supposed to be her first kiss, and Bea knows for a fact that he was too wasted to remember ever talking with her, but she remembers clearly, and the worst part is she lived her life knowing that he thought of her nothing more than Rhiannon's baby sister, like everyone else at Buckley. Still, can you blame a girl for having the littlest crush on the school's bad boy? Although, she is aware where her boundaries lie, all of which don't involve Casper.
Hearing Sam's voice is what brought her back to reality, "Why are you like this?" He was talking to Jasmine of course, but there it was again, the pained side glances that he was giving Bea. She raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling a bit, "Hey, don't give me that look as if this was all my fault."
A few minutes pass, and they were outside of Cat's home not long before the little red head bounced in the passenger seat acknowledging everyone's attire until her eyes rested on Sam, she did a double take. "Tonight's going to be so fun! You all look so pretty," she beamed, " Even you, Sam!"
Bea returned the expression, "Thank you Kitty Cat, you look beautiful as well." She looked towards Sam as if to say, 'I told you, so', sticking her tongue out in the process.
The rest of the car ride had been quiet until Bea had overheard a familiar song on the radio, its funky tune was barely audible until Bea reached over for the volume tuner and turned it up to Max. She gasped, her eyes gleaming with excitement "I LOVE THIS SONG!!!" The song was Love Me Right by Exo, and immediately Bea started to match her body to the beat, her head dropping at every bass as she sang the lyrics out loud. She looked to Sam grooving her shoulder against his, "C'mon Kim, let loose."
People outside made no hesitation to rubberneck at the blonde vigorously whipping her hair left to right as they drove past. Bea was sure she was making a fool out of herself, but she didn't care if it meant that she'd crack a smile out of Samuel.
To: Nee Nee
Lmao guess yo ass betta get 2 werk
By the time Aaliyah received the text notification that she was assuming was from Malcolm, she was fishing for specific rings to wear for the evening. One look into the full length mirror of the walk-in-closet and Aaliyah was reminded of how...different her style was in comparison to most who had been in both her clique and position. She wouldn't be the first to point it out and it had been a long time since Aaliyah had felt even the slightest twinge of shame in her person for not being able to conform completely, though she was sure none of her friends truly knew that she had even wanted to conform. She was aware, especially when she first appeared at Buckley, of how urban her style was. Despite her familial wealth, she couldn't exactly get Detroit out of her. There were not enough fancy dinners nor tea parties to rid her of the style she emulated from the girls in Detroit and the cousins she visited. The varying styles of herself and her Royals weren't enough, now that she was older, to make Aaliyah feel self-conscious and she was still loathe to consider ever admitting that it ever was, but she also could not ignore it. There was a complete difference, after all, between wearing the most expensive items money can buy and wearing clothing - albeit, fashionably - you know that others like you would not be caught dead purchasing. Aaliyah just knew that her outfit deserved an ootn post before the sun really started to set for the evening.
Fixing her personality glasses on her face, Aaliyah picked up her phone once more to read the text she received. It made her bite her lip, thumb hesitating in sending an emoji or even a message in response to Malcolm. Just reading him - hearing was so much worse - refer to her as 'his girl' created a warring influx of feeling that made Aaliyah pause, even though she heard Luke make a loud enough entrance to incite her own presence. On the one hand, much like Juliette with her Ace situation, Aaliyah didn't want a relationship with Malcolm. That wasn't fair - she didn't want to want a relationship with Malcolm. Wanting was hoping and hope was too brittle of a thing beating in time with her heart against her rib-cage. Left her too on edge, too breathless and not herself and who was she if she was not always in control? And there was hardly a piece of her that liked the idea of not being in control of any and everything that she could be in control of in her life.
Yet and still - on the flip side - her pathetic little heart beat too wildly for her to ignore when he did something as simple as wrapping an around her shoulders when they were watching a Fast and Furious marathon despite both having seen the films once or twice before. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt him come up behind her, lips pressing a way too tender to be...appropriate for what they had kiss to the back of her head as he unnecessarily reached out around her person to refill her mug of coffee. Something absolutely clenched at just the memory of his scent against her pillows - that him calling her his, even when she was adamant (and right about it) that she was not - just flat out did it for her and made her want to smile so hard that biting her lower lip was the only way to stop the apparently instinctual muscle reaction on her face. Not bothering to respond to him, Aaliyah pocketed her device and walked back to the door of her walk-in-closet, emerging from the spacious room just in time to hear Luke begin to respond to whatever Camila had asked of him.
Luke could not help but do a small twirl the second Camila acknowledged his attire, absolutely preening because it was one thing for him to know that he had walked out looking fabulous and that no one could actually tell him a damn thing. But it was a completely different thing when a Royal complimented you, especially to Camila. Second only to Camila, and secretly Camila scared him just a bit more because at least Aaliyah humored his antics; sometimes, Luke could tell that the other senior Royal only tolerated him. So, his ego couldn't help but get fed by her attention, though he couldn't do anything too dramatic with his hands since he still had his and Aaliyah's drinks in them. However, her mentioning a certain anyone being on his agenda for the evening gave him pause. A feat that not many could say that they could do or at least, be responsible for even when they weren't there because it really shouldn't have been so easy for his face to pop into Lucas' mind. Luke could honestly say that he hadn't gotten dressed with Roman in mind. The two were only sleeping together occasionally, after all. Nothing special about that. But the second Camila alluded to there being a person and the guy was the first face to pop up, and the only one that remained, which made Luke's cheeks grow hot. He was inexplicably drawn to the Animal, caught up so irrevocably that his typical loudness was not enough to to drown out the deafening validity of his crush. But, even though Luke wanted nothing more to truly feel like he belonged with this group and therefore should want to trust them with explaining that, he couldn't verbalize it. So, he smiled coquettishly and replied, "What can I say? Bad boys just do it for me." Which wasn't technically a lie.
"And here I was thinking that boys in general did it for you," Aaliyah interjected, half distractedly as she was going to go downstairs to see Malcolm but also in such a joking manner that it was hard to notice that she wasn't fully there in the room with them. Luke whirled around quickly, twisting himself almost off balance. It made her smirk. "Always gotta be the high maintenance one, huh?" Luke grinned, handing her the alcoholic beverage as he replied, "Never anything less, darling." The Wannabe took a moment to take in her attire, whistling. "And y'all talking about me but look at her! Looking like a right snack." Leah grinned,
pleased. "Someone had to show you up, ya big diva." Luke only mocked an insulted expression, hand on his chest and all. Chuckling, Aaliyah took a sip of her tequila sunrise, sighing in appreciation at the way the cold sweetness gave only the slightest hint of burn to her throat before sliding down into her core. It at least allowed her to believe that the prickling sensation on the surface of her skin was in response to the icy beverage, and not the proximity she was about to deal with to Malcolm. "I'm gonna be back and then we can order an Uber, but you," she gestured to Juliette with her eyes, "should probably decide how many more of these drinks you're gonna need to deal with Cyd riding with all of us because family or not, I'm not letting that bitch drive any of my cars and I apparently can't not leave without her unless I wanna hear meree daadee before the driver can even pull away. And I love you, but I don't love you enough to deal with that at three in the morning because she will actually wait up just to cuss me out." Aaliyah more than likely could get away with leaving Cydnee to fetch her own Uber, but using the girl she knew Juliette wasn't exactly enemies with but definitely wasn't friends with to her advantage wasn't beneath her. It was distracting enough for the girl not to wonder what she was doing, even though they were both aware that Malcolm had been on his way. Camila noticed and they could always (grudgingly) have that conversation later and Luke just knew better. Briskly, Aaliyah was taking another, much longer drink of her alcohol and walking out of her room, each step to the foyer - even as her mouth eased into the a grin while still being occupied with her straw - in contrast to her quickening pulse. She wasn't by any means an alcoholic, but there was no denying how much she genuinely felt like she needed the alcohol in her hands as she approached Malcolm. Especially since he looked far too delicious. It was already distracting and she hadn't even heard him say a damn word.
"Yours huh?" Leah inquired, releasing the straw from her painted lips to speak.
Lmao guess yo ass betta get 2 werk
By the time Aaliyah received the text notification that she was assuming was from Malcolm, she was fishing for specific rings to wear for the evening. One look into the full length mirror of the walk-in-closet and Aaliyah was reminded of how...different her style was in comparison to most who had been in both her clique and position. She wouldn't be the first to point it out and it had been a long time since Aaliyah had felt even the slightest twinge of shame in her person for not being able to conform completely, though she was sure none of her friends truly knew that she had even wanted to conform. She was aware, especially when she first appeared at Buckley, of how urban her style was. Despite her familial wealth, she couldn't exactly get Detroit out of her. There were not enough fancy dinners nor tea parties to rid her of the style she emulated from the girls in Detroit and the cousins she visited. The varying styles of herself and her Royals weren't enough, now that she was older, to make Aaliyah feel self-conscious and she was still loathe to consider ever admitting that it ever was, but she also could not ignore it. There was a complete difference, after all, between wearing the most expensive items money can buy and wearing clothing - albeit, fashionably - you know that others like you would not be caught dead purchasing. Aaliyah just knew that her outfit deserved an ootn post before the sun really started to set for the evening.
Fixing her personality glasses on her face, Aaliyah picked up her phone once more to read the text she received. It made her bite her lip, thumb hesitating in sending an emoji or even a message in response to Malcolm. Just reading him - hearing was so much worse - refer to her as 'his girl' created a warring influx of feeling that made Aaliyah pause, even though she heard Luke make a loud enough entrance to incite her own presence. On the one hand, much like Juliette with her Ace situation, Aaliyah didn't want a relationship with Malcolm. That wasn't fair - she didn't want to want a relationship with Malcolm. Wanting was hoping and hope was too brittle of a thing beating in time with her heart against her rib-cage. Left her too on edge, too breathless and not herself and who was she if she was not always in control? And there was hardly a piece of her that liked the idea of not being in control of any and everything that she could be in control of in her life.
Yet and still - on the flip side - her pathetic little heart beat too wildly for her to ignore when he did something as simple as wrapping an around her shoulders when they were watching a Fast and Furious marathon despite both having seen the films once or twice before. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt him come up behind her, lips pressing a way too tender to be...appropriate for what they had kiss to the back of her head as he unnecessarily reached out around her person to refill her mug of coffee. Something absolutely clenched at just the memory of his scent against her pillows - that him calling her his, even when she was adamant (and right about it) that she was not - just flat out did it for her and made her want to smile so hard that biting her lower lip was the only way to stop the apparently instinctual muscle reaction on her face. Not bothering to respond to him, Aaliyah pocketed her device and walked back to the door of her walk-in-closet, emerging from the spacious room just in time to hear Luke begin to respond to whatever Camila had asked of him.
Luke could not help but do a small twirl the second Camila acknowledged his attire, absolutely preening because it was one thing for him to know that he had walked out looking fabulous and that no one could actually tell him a damn thing. But it was a completely different thing when a Royal complimented you, especially to Camila. Second only to Camila, and secretly Camila scared him just a bit more because at least Aaliyah humored his antics; sometimes, Luke could tell that the other senior Royal only tolerated him. So, his ego couldn't help but get fed by her attention, though he couldn't do anything too dramatic with his hands since he still had his and Aaliyah's drinks in them. However, her mentioning a certain anyone being on his agenda for the evening gave him pause. A feat that not many could say that they could do or at least, be responsible for even when they weren't there because it really shouldn't have been so easy for his face to pop into Lucas' mind. Luke could honestly say that he hadn't gotten dressed with Roman in mind. The two were only sleeping together occasionally, after all. Nothing special about that. But the second Camila alluded to there being a person and the guy was the first face to pop up, and the only one that remained, which made Luke's cheeks grow hot. He was inexplicably drawn to the Animal, caught up so irrevocably that his typical loudness was not enough to to drown out the deafening validity of his crush. But, even though Luke wanted nothing more to truly feel like he belonged with this group and therefore should want to trust them with explaining that, he couldn't verbalize it. So, he smiled coquettishly and replied, "What can I say? Bad boys just do it for me." Which wasn't technically a lie.
"And here I was thinking that boys in general did it for you," Aaliyah interjected, half distractedly as she was going to go downstairs to see Malcolm but also in such a joking manner that it was hard to notice that she wasn't fully there in the room with them. Luke whirled around quickly, twisting himself almost off balance. It made her smirk. "Always gotta be the high maintenance one, huh?" Luke grinned, handing her the alcoholic beverage as he replied, "Never anything less, darling." The Wannabe took a moment to take in her attire, whistling. "And y'all talking about me but look at her! Looking like a right snack." Leah grinned,
pleased. "Someone had to show you up, ya big diva." Luke only mocked an insulted expression, hand on his chest and all. Chuckling, Aaliyah took a sip of her tequila sunrise, sighing in appreciation at the way the cold sweetness gave only the slightest hint of burn to her throat before sliding down into her core. It at least allowed her to believe that the prickling sensation on the surface of her skin was in response to the icy beverage, and not the proximity she was about to deal with to Malcolm. "I'm gonna be back and then we can order an Uber, but you," she gestured to Juliette with her eyes, "should probably decide how many more of these drinks you're gonna need to deal with Cyd riding with all of us because family or not, I'm not letting that bitch drive any of my cars and I apparently can't not leave without her unless I wanna hear meree daadee before the driver can even pull away. And I love you, but I don't love you enough to deal with that at three in the morning because she will actually wait up just to cuss me out." Aaliyah more than likely could get away with leaving Cydnee to fetch her own Uber, but using the girl she knew Juliette wasn't exactly enemies with but definitely wasn't friends with to her advantage wasn't beneath her. It was distracting enough for the girl not to wonder what she was doing, even though they were both aware that Malcolm had been on his way. Camila noticed and they could always (grudgingly) have that conversation later and Luke just knew better. Briskly, Aaliyah was taking another, much longer drink of her alcohol and walking out of her room, each step to the foyer - even as her mouth eased into the a grin while still being occupied with her straw - in contrast to her quickening pulse. She wasn't by any means an alcoholic, but there was no denying how much she genuinely felt like she needed the alcohol in her hands as she approached Malcolm. Especially since he looked far too delicious. It was already distracting and she hadn't even heard him say a damn word.
"Yours huh?" Leah inquired, releasing the straw from her painted lips to speak.
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xxlocation: arnault residence xxxoutfit: here
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xxx"you can't wake up.
xxxthis is not a dream.
xxxyou're part of a machine.
xxxyou are not a human being."
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As Charlotte started pulling food out of the bag, Danielle stared curiously into the boxes. She didn't immediately recognise the food, but it smelled fantastic, and she soon claimed one of them as her own, poking a fork cautiously into it. She just rolled her eyes at the comment about getting some one-on-one time with Ace, not even dignifying it with more of a reaction than that. When Charlotte informed her where the alcohol was, she nodded and stood up immediately to grab herself a beer.
She raised an eyebrow as Adrien asked if Charlotte was being serious. "What gave it away?" She asked lightly, taking a sip out of her beer, before smirking at Adrien's comment about his sisters having friends. Honestly, she was sure that people wondered the exact same thing about her. And actually, about most of the rebels. But that was why they were all friends.
She looked up as Adrien glanced over at her. "No, throwing up all over somebody else's house really is the sexiest thing a guy can do," she replied, letting her voice drip with sarcasm. "Or, at least, that's what some guys genuinely seem to think. I don't want anyone within a six foot radius of me if they've thrown up in the past hour. I like these shoes too much to risk ruining them," she added, grinning.
Somebody else came in, and Danielle looked up, nodding to Nick. She didn't exactly know him, but she was at least going to be civil to him. She shoved another forkful of food into her mouth, then grabbed her beer and stood up. "I better go out and make sure your sister isn't spreading too many lies," she remarked, heading out towards the two Charlottes.
In reality, Danielle just wanted to face the inevitable. Charlie was a source of conflict for Danielle, and just sitting in the kitchen, trying not to think about her, wasn't helping. She wasn't coming up with any ways to avoid it, so it was better to just face it. It was hard enough crushing on one of your best friends, but when Danielle was still in the closet, it just made it harder. She brushed herself down, tugged on the end of her skirt, and headed out to the front door.
"Hey, Charlie," she called.
She raised an eyebrow as Adrien asked if Charlotte was being serious. "What gave it away?" She asked lightly, taking a sip out of her beer, before smirking at Adrien's comment about his sisters having friends. Honestly, she was sure that people wondered the exact same thing about her. And actually, about most of the rebels. But that was why they were all friends.
She looked up as Adrien glanced over at her. "No, throwing up all over somebody else's house really is the sexiest thing a guy can do," she replied, letting her voice drip with sarcasm. "Or, at least, that's what some guys genuinely seem to think. I don't want anyone within a six foot radius of me if they've thrown up in the past hour. I like these shoes too much to risk ruining them," she added, grinning.
Somebody else came in, and Danielle looked up, nodding to Nick. She didn't exactly know him, but she was at least going to be civil to him. She shoved another forkful of food into her mouth, then grabbed her beer and stood up. "I better go out and make sure your sister isn't spreading too many lies," she remarked, heading out towards the two Charlottes.
In reality, Danielle just wanted to face the inevitable. Charlie was a source of conflict for Danielle, and just sitting in the kitchen, trying not to think about her, wasn't helping. She wasn't coming up with any ways to avoid it, so it was better to just face it. It was hard enough crushing on one of your best friends, but when Danielle was still in the closet, it just made it harder. She brushed herself down, tugged on the end of her skirt, and headed out to the front door.
"Hey, Charlie," she called.
JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT
Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #7957C2
Why she even cared about this was up for debate to begin with. It wasn't like matching outfits with someone was necessarily embarrassing. She and Camila were both wearing black. Juliette had no problem with that. Maybe it had to do with Luke and his status as a B-lister, or how despite Aaliyah included him, how other people sometimes found him to be too much of a weirdo to do more than laugh about... or maybe it just had to do with how much of a drama queen Juliette could be. Even she wouldn't have been able to give you the answer to that. All she knew was that seeing him dampened her mood, and she found herself sipping on the drink that Camila handed her faster than she normally would have. It had her remaining silent, lips puckered tightly around her straw, especially after Aaliyah came out and informed her that Cydnee would be travelling to the party with them. Now, instead of the car seating arrangements involving her and Malcolm in one row and Aaliyah and Camila in the other, she was going to ensure that no matter what, she was going to be sitting in a different row than both Luke and Cydnee. If Aaliyah wanted to tell her otherwise, Juliette definitely was not above being immature and calling her own Uber instead.
Her sudden silence probably made it obvious that she was bothered by something, but surprisingly, she wasn't going to make a scene about it. She was smart enough to realize that she didn't have enough pull in this situation. Aaliyah hadn't even given her a chance to object before leaving the room, which meant that Juliette had no chance at talking her out of including Cydnee in their transportation plans. She also was still struggling with engaging with Luke now that he had found his way to her shit list, to no fault of his own, so she couldn't even partake in gushing with Camila about what guy he was going to go for tonight. Instead, she opted to suck her drink down at the speed of lightning, while texting Ari back, and messaging Cat back through Snapchat, after watching the video she had sent her a few minutes prior.
To: Ari
Are you kidding Ari? Now I have to deal with Luke, Malcolm AND Cydnee all by myself. You should know by now that I'm the only one who's allowed to run behind schedule!!! When you do clearly catastrophic things happen and now I'm going to have to get wasted if I want even a chance at having a semi decent night
To: Ari
And Leah and Cami both look perfect so don't go all out. I don't wanna be the ugliest :) <3!
To: Cat Valentine
Love it!!!
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Roman Eliades
Outfit: Here
Location: The Guest House
behind the Eliades Residence
Dialogue Color: #ee0000
Outfit: Here
Location: The Guest House
behind the Eliades Residence
Dialogue Color: #ee0000
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"There are more in the fridge, you know." he states calmly, arms folded across his chest while the blonde all but chugs the entire contents of the bottle. As far as being worked up goes, it's obvious Roman isn't the only one if the way Rhianon is attacking the beer between her fingers is any indication of it. He must admit, a girl that can hold her liquor is damn attractive. Rhianon is damn attractive, but that's not something that interests him. At least not today. He knows she feeds off of the attention she receives from men, which is precisely why Roman isn't giving her any. It's nothing against her personally. Rhianon is more attractive than a lot of the others he's slept with, but the lack of interest in them during casual situations such as these is something Roman is known for. Love him or hate him for it, but it's a packaged deal and he really couldn't care less even if he tried.
"I don't make an attempt at getting you into my bed and you automatically assume something's wrong?" he asks in a joking tone, the corners of his lips quirking up slightly. "As shocking as it may be, I do have some self control." Roman has to hand it to the girl, she is a skilled observer and somehow managed to pick up on the tiny details. However, that doesn't mean she has the honor of knowing the reasons behind his unusual mood. That's something only a select few can say they have. The few that Rhianon, and sometimes not even Casper, are a part of. In fact, the main reason Casper knows of most of Roman's problems is because the man is annoyingly persistent and Roman's reluctant confessions are the only thing to shut him up. Despite that, there are some things that only two or three family members and the big man upstairs know of. Roman takes pride in his privacy.
"Well look at you" the man says the moment he notices Casper's presence, his hip and elbow leaning against the hard conter. "Getting all dolled up for me, I'm honored." He may have lost his alcohol, but messing with Casper is something that never fails to lift his spirits.
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XXHair: Link Here
XXOutfit: Link Here
XXLocation: Vincent household, Front room & her bedroom
XXDialogue Color ✦ #9F5F9F
XXThought Color ✧ #0198E1
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XXXD E R E K . E S C U Y O S
XXOutfit: Link Here
XXLocation: Vincent household, Front room & Her bedroom
XXDialogue Color ✦ #8F0000
XXThought Color ✧ #3f0000
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Within the last twenty minutes the bottle of wine Malcolm had given her was gone and she was on to another one of her bottles that they had in the kitchen. The best part about being in the Vincent house was that their parents had no problem with them drinking things like beer and especially wine seeing that it was a part of their dinner most nights. But everything else, every other hard liquor was something they couldn't have in the house or be caught drinking. That rule was more for Malcolm than it was for Rhapsody. She wasn't big on drinking hard liquors but that didn't stop her older brother from hiding a few bottles from his stash in laundry basket in Rhaps' closet underneath a pile of Derek's clothes, mostly consisting of oversized tee-shirts and sweatpants that she had never gotten around to giving back and had no plan on giving any of them back anytime soon. As far she was concerned they were hers until he took them without her noticing. With her glass in her hand, she peeked out the front window to see if Derek was there yet. No sight of him. She groaned. "Ugh! Why does he have to live 40 minutes away?!"
To the surprise of no one who really knew him, Derek very much preferred to drive fast, especially when he was using his backstreets and directions that GPS would normally not know a thing about. It was one of the reasons why he had been so comfortable with driving Rhapsody to school; despite the distance between their homes, after learning a quicker way the second time he had ever picked her up, the drive was a breeze. The issue, then, was the fact that there had been a number of cars already at the gas station. Which meant a stuck for the meantime and definitely annoyed Derek. Soon enough, though, the gas was pumped and he kicked it up to get to Rhapsody, an easy grin like that of a child living off of the high that came with the knowledge of a soon-to-be acquiescence of sugar on his face as he got closer to her house. Pulling up and putting the SUV in park, Derek quickly sent a text to Rhapsody before hopping out. A few large steps brought him to the front door and Derek leaned against the doorframe, lax and rapping on the door to get her attention if the text did not.
Rhaps heard the door at the same time she heard her phone go off on the counter. She just saw Derek's name and an uncontrollable smile began to spread on her face. She scurried to the door so quick that she almost didn't notice Philip in front of her and almost tripped on the poor guy. She picked her cat up and softly put him in his little bed next to the couch. She scurried to the door, glass in hand as she opened the door to see her boyfriend leaning against the doorframe. The small girl just looked him up and down with a smirk. "Well, who are you trying to impress tonight looking like that?" A smile spreading on her face. If possible, Derek's grin seemed to widen the second the door flung open and his girl came into view...which was a very nice view. Though he felt more inclined to have the semi-sheer material off of her so that he could get a much better look. Nevertheless, there was no denying his visceral attraction to the diminutive artist for Derek didn't preen nor fluster beneath Rhapsody's appraisal. He simply stared back, eyes nearly colorless beneath the high stage lights, hooded and shamelessly hungry. "Well, you see, there's this girl...you might know her, she's very gorgeous. Can't miss her," he began, tongue peeking out to run over his lower lip. The artist chuckled as she tried to hide her smirk as she rolled her large brown eyes at the man who towered over her. She returned her gaze to Derek after setting her cup down so she could cross her arms with a smirk still on her face as he talked about this gorgeous girl he was wanting to impress. "Wow, she sounds like a real catch."
"Though...and you can't tell her I said this or she'd have my ass and yours, she's got absolutely nothing on you, syota." {Sweetheart} As he continued, she wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at her boyfriend with her smile only growing when he spoke to her in Tagalog. She may not have been fluent but she knew enough words to know when he was calling her by a pet name. "Aw, nice save. But wait until you see want Angela picked out for me. It will leave my guy declaring his undying love for me, I might even forget your name by the end of the night." She started to pull away with a smirk. "Whoa whoa whoa," Derek exclaimed, hands firmly on her waist to keep her from getting too far away when Rhapsody began to pull away. Before she could turn away she smiled at Derek putting his hands on her small waist. Rhapsody turned back towards him, looking up in the eyes with a mischievous look in her eyes. She laid her hands on his arms. Smirking, Derek questioned, almost disbelievingly, "You mean to tell me your guy doesn't profess his undying love to you every single day?" Derek tsked and shook his head, feigning disappointment despite the playful smirk that never seemed to drop from his face. "Now, what's a girl like you doing with a chump like that? You've gotta drop him cuz he's obviously slipping."
She chuckled, pulling herself closer to him. "I do not know. He has kind of grown on me over time." She went on her tip toes giving him a peck on the lips. She moved her hands from his arms up his sides to pull him even closer to her with her wide smile still on her face. Laughing lightly, Derek didn't resist the kiss, tilting his head slightly to deepen it and wrapped his arms around her waist just a touch tighter to mold their bodies together. While he knew some guys weren't exactly fans of having girls who were that much shorter than them, Derek couldn't lie and say that he felt the same. In fact, he reveled in their height distance. As much as it was an ego trip he didn't like admitting to having, there was something about Rhapsody's slighter stature that made him want to puff his chest more, made him feel more secure in feeling as though he could protect her. Keep her safe. Especially from any other guy who happened to decide that they saw and loved what he saw every day. Breaking away from the kiss with a light gasp that never failed to leave his lips whenever he experienced the rush of pleasure that occurred with each kiss they shared, Derek smiled down at her, dimples fully showing. "Hi," he said, voice far more exuberantly boyish at that moment than he probably would have liked. She put a hand on his jaw and left the other on his side. When he pulled away it took a moment for her to open her eyes to see his dimples which only made her smile more. She chuckled. "Hi."
"I like growing on you, by the way. Apparently, that makes us both less fun according to brothers that shall not be named." She chuckled. "They are both just bitter. But, if it makes you feel better. Malcolm thinks I am the one rubbing off on you. Which is fine, better me than someone else." She found her hands going back and forth on his sides before finally snapping out of it for a second remembering Malcolm's little gift to his little bromance buddy."True," Derek murmured agreeably, humming from deep in his chest at the feel of her hands rubbing his sides. The act never failed to make his frame go lax, and Derek rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes once more. "That actually reminds me. He left you something." Rhapsody didn't want to let go and it took her a minute to finally bring herself to let go. She walked into the kitchen and twirled around with the bottle of vodka in her small hands. She held it out towards her boyfriend.Then Rhapsody was bounding off and he stepped further into the house, closing the front door behind him when Rhapsody returned with a bottle in hand. "From Malcolm, to you with his congratulations for spending an entire excruciating year with me. His words, not mine." The sight made him laugh. "Leave it to Malc to be a dick." Still chuckling, Derek retrieved the bottle, using his other hand to pull Rhapsody back against him. He could still taste the wine he had first been able to decipher from the seam of her lips, and smirked. "Though I'm starting to feel a little left out since somebody already started the party without me."
She chuckled along with Derek from his comment about Malcolm, which couldn't be truer. "He is always a dick." Rhapsody loved her brother, she did but he was a lot more pessimism than Rhapsody was. While the young artist saw life and love through rose-colored glasses which came along when she began dating Derek. Malcolm had a more bleak outlook on relationships in high school (or at least as far as Rhapsody knew). That most would end after graduation and that long distance relationships rarely worked out, not that he voiced that last part knowing Rhapsody would begin to overthink about it and do something stupid that she would end up regretting. When Derek pulled her towards him, she grinned even though she was caught off guard, putting her hands on his chest as she laid her head down. When he said how he felt left out, she nervously chuckled before looking back up at him with a smile. "I have not the slightest idea what you are talking about." She raised her eyebrows as she leaned into him, laying her chin on his chest with her puppy dog eyes looking up at her man. "The party has not even gotten started." She grabbed the bottle from his hand and set it back down before kissing him again this time with her hands grabbing onto his white tee. Okay, so maybe the bottle and a half of wine she had were starting to hit. "Come on, we have the house to ourselves. I have outfits to try on and I need a judge. Feel like volunteering?" She pouted her lips with the corners of her lips still curving into a smile. When Rhapsody kissed him again, hands gripping his shirt, Derek's own hands slipped down to her hips, gripping them firmly as he didn't hesitate to return her kiss. She could say what she wanted, but he was very much aware of how confident his girl could be with the accompaniment of alcohol. And there was no denying her prior consumption, not when he tasted it on her breath and tongue. However, a mention of outfits to try on and her lips against his were enough incentive for him to life the petite artist, separating their lips long enough to maneuver her into a bridal style position. Laughing at her expression, Derek said, "Now you're talking my language."
"Oh, my God." She covered her mouth as started to laugh. She was completely caught off guard. She hid her face in his shoulder for a second before looking back at him. "Luke is rubbing off on you because that was extra and completely unnecessary." She looked at him for a second before kissing his cheek and working her way to his jaw. She got really touchy-feely when wine got in her system and it only got worst with hard liquors which was the main reason she rarely ever drank anything harder than wine. When they made it to her room, she completely forgot she had music playing. She looked at him for a second as he carried her to her room, just taking in the view of what was hers. "That Escuyos flair," Derek proclaimed on the way to her bedroom, bearing Rhapsody's weight quite easily. He actually could carry Lucas if the idiot didn't stop beating his weight down in the worst way just to spite Derek. It wasn't his fault that Luke's scream of surprise was an even higher pitch that Rhaps'. But of course, Derek always had to be the one to answer for Lucas' misgivings since no one else humored him enough. Soon enough, they were in Rhapsody's room and Derek didn't even have enough time to tease her for pretending like she hadn't already partaken in alcohol consumption with the half empty wine bottle as evidence before his girlfriend was bouncing out of his arms.
When he set her down, it took her a moment to snap out of it and made her way to her closet. Not answering him as she had a guilty smile on her face before turning back around. She looked through the outfits before deciding on the one she counted as a 'quarter of an outfit' that was a flannel dress, that honestly was just a flannel she had 'borrowed' from Derek and never gave back that Angela paired with a pair of thigh high black boots from their eldest sister. She slid off the black robe revealing her matching maroon floral lingerie but before Derek could even think about what had just happened Rhapsody smirked towards him and disappeared behind her tapestry in front of her closet opening. He did, however, raise a playful eyebrow at her when she peered at him at his discovery of the music. "Someone was really trying to get this party started without me." Derek stated, picking up the bottle and sitting at the edge of Rhapsody's bed, taking a swig of it that would have Ben far more graceful had some people not decided then was a great time to strip out of her robe and run behind their tapestry before he could get a better view of the lingerie. "Shit," Derek choked, quick to wipe any wine before it dribbled to his white shirt or her bed. Breathing back to normal, he didn't hesitate to mock whisper, "Tease."
She smirked when she heard him whispering as she buttoned the flannel, keeping the top three unbuttoned. The shirt itself stopped right before her knees. Having a boyfriend who was a foot taller than you did have its advantages. She peeked out from behind the fabric with a smile. "Okay, outfit number one and I think you might like it." She had the boots in hand as she came out from behind. "So, what do you think?" She smirked towards him as she turned around. When Rhapsody came back around for him to view her first option, Derek instantly recognized his shirt, which resulted in another raised eyebrow. Chuckling, he slid back onto the bed until his back touched the wall, comfortably maneuvering himself so that his feet remained off the bed (they were going to anyway with his height) and so that he could peer up at her with a grin. "I mean...it's cute or whatever. My outfit would compliment your outfit. We'd be one of those sickeningly cute couples you hear about on Instagram - except we'd be hot cuz I'm hot and by default, since you're with me, you'd be hot too," She just nodded with her arms crossed. "Wow, that is the most romantic thing you have ever said to me." She watched him take a sip from the bottle before he spoke again. "Only one problem though," She raised her eyebrows again with her hands on her small hips. "And what would that be?"
"You said this was the first outfit when clearly there was a whole other outfit you tried to hide before you put this on. If you're gonna put on a fashion show, you should at least show all of the looks for the evening. It's only fair." She acted as if she had no idea what he was talking about for a moment before having an 'ah-ha' moment. "Oh, you mean this outfit?" She started to unbutton the shirt. "Right here?" She looked towards her boyfriend and put her hands on her hips when she undid the last button. "I just thought you wouldn't like it. It is not really your style." She smirked. Derek set the wine bottle aside as he watched, eyes hooded, as Rhapsody began to unbutton the shirt, strip by strip of tantalizing golden brown skin being revealed with each release of a button. He licked his lower lip when she was done as it had gone dry in those few seconds. Not even bothering to pretend to not want to touch, Derek slid back onto his feet and took two large steps towards his little artist, placing his hands just above hers, fingers grazing the soft skin of her sides. Leaning down, Derek pressed his nose to her collarbone, inhaling the sweet warmth of her skin before mouthing his way up her throat, an occasional nip here and there as he pressed her body closer to his. His nose ghosted over that spot just below her ear before his lips pressed against the shell of her ear and whispered in a much lower and rougher register, lips tugging into a Cheshire grin, "Hmmm...I don't know. Looks like my style...maybe I need a need a closer inspection. Just to be sure, of course."
She only smiled as he moved towards her without saying a word. Which in her mind was always a good sign. It meant he really liked what he saw and that he couldn't think of anything to say and the same went for Rhapsody when she liked her view. She tossed the boots out of her hand as he walked towards her. The small girl only wrapped her arms around him, letting her hands find their way to his back with her recently done fingernails lightly trailing up and down his back. She felt chills go through her body as he kissed her only for him to talk in that deep voice that drove her crazy. She giggled like a child until she finally caught herself doing it and looked him the eyes. "Right, just to make sure like what you see. Right, bébé garçon." (Babyboy) She kissed him again on her tip toes with her hands going along his jaw. Derek shuddered, not just at the feel of her fingernails against his back through his shirt, but at her speaking French. Just hearing her speak the language made a spark of lust shoot through his veins and his mouth was back at hers a second later. "Right," he murmured, slid his hands to the back of her thighs, and then hoisted the girl back into his arms. Though this time, her legs were around his waist and Derek was pretty sure they were not going to be on time for Ace's party. He also was pretty sure he didn't really care.
To the surprise of no one who really knew him, Derek very much preferred to drive fast, especially when he was using his backstreets and directions that GPS would normally not know a thing about. It was one of the reasons why he had been so comfortable with driving Rhapsody to school; despite the distance between their homes, after learning a quicker way the second time he had ever picked her up, the drive was a breeze. The issue, then, was the fact that there had been a number of cars already at the gas station. Which meant a stuck for the meantime and definitely annoyed Derek. Soon enough, though, the gas was pumped and he kicked it up to get to Rhapsody, an easy grin like that of a child living off of the high that came with the knowledge of a soon-to-be acquiescence of sugar on his face as he got closer to her house. Pulling up and putting the SUV in park, Derek quickly sent a text to Rhapsody before hopping out. A few large steps brought him to the front door and Derek leaned against the doorframe, lax and rapping on the door to get her attention if the text did not.
To: Rhaps
Im outside babe
Im outside babe
Rhaps heard the door at the same time she heard her phone go off on the counter. She just saw Derek's name and an uncontrollable smile began to spread on her face. She scurried to the door so quick that she almost didn't notice Philip in front of her and almost tripped on the poor guy. She picked her cat up and softly put him in his little bed next to the couch. She scurried to the door, glass in hand as she opened the door to see her boyfriend leaning against the doorframe. The small girl just looked him up and down with a smirk. "Well, who are you trying to impress tonight looking like that?" A smile spreading on her face. If possible, Derek's grin seemed to widen the second the door flung open and his girl came into view...which was a very nice view. Though he felt more inclined to have the semi-sheer material off of her so that he could get a much better look. Nevertheless, there was no denying his visceral attraction to the diminutive artist for Derek didn't preen nor fluster beneath Rhapsody's appraisal. He simply stared back, eyes nearly colorless beneath the high stage lights, hooded and shamelessly hungry. "Well, you see, there's this girl...you might know her, she's very gorgeous. Can't miss her," he began, tongue peeking out to run over his lower lip. The artist chuckled as she tried to hide her smirk as she rolled her large brown eyes at the man who towered over her. She returned her gaze to Derek after setting her cup down so she could cross her arms with a smirk still on her face as he talked about this gorgeous girl he was wanting to impress. "Wow, she sounds like a real catch."
"Though...and you can't tell her I said this or she'd have my ass and yours, she's got absolutely nothing on you, syota." {Sweetheart} As he continued, she wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at her boyfriend with her smile only growing when he spoke to her in Tagalog. She may not have been fluent but she knew enough words to know when he was calling her by a pet name. "Aw, nice save. But wait until you see want Angela picked out for me. It will leave my guy declaring his undying love for me, I might even forget your name by the end of the night." She started to pull away with a smirk. "Whoa whoa whoa," Derek exclaimed, hands firmly on her waist to keep her from getting too far away when Rhapsody began to pull away. Before she could turn away she smiled at Derek putting his hands on her small waist. Rhapsody turned back towards him, looking up in the eyes with a mischievous look in her eyes. She laid her hands on his arms. Smirking, Derek questioned, almost disbelievingly, "You mean to tell me your guy doesn't profess his undying love to you every single day?" Derek tsked and shook his head, feigning disappointment despite the playful smirk that never seemed to drop from his face. "Now, what's a girl like you doing with a chump like that? You've gotta drop him cuz he's obviously slipping."
She chuckled, pulling herself closer to him. "I do not know. He has kind of grown on me over time." She went on her tip toes giving him a peck on the lips. She moved her hands from his arms up his sides to pull him even closer to her with her wide smile still on her face. Laughing lightly, Derek didn't resist the kiss, tilting his head slightly to deepen it and wrapped his arms around her waist just a touch tighter to mold their bodies together. While he knew some guys weren't exactly fans of having girls who were that much shorter than them, Derek couldn't lie and say that he felt the same. In fact, he reveled in their height distance. As much as it was an ego trip he didn't like admitting to having, there was something about Rhapsody's slighter stature that made him want to puff his chest more, made him feel more secure in feeling as though he could protect her. Keep her safe. Especially from any other guy who happened to decide that they saw and loved what he saw every day. Breaking away from the kiss with a light gasp that never failed to leave his lips whenever he experienced the rush of pleasure that occurred with each kiss they shared, Derek smiled down at her, dimples fully showing. "Hi," he said, voice far more exuberantly boyish at that moment than he probably would have liked. She put a hand on his jaw and left the other on his side. When he pulled away it took a moment for her to open her eyes to see his dimples which only made her smile more. She chuckled. "Hi."
"I like growing on you, by the way. Apparently, that makes us both less fun according to brothers that shall not be named." She chuckled. "They are both just bitter. But, if it makes you feel better. Malcolm thinks I am the one rubbing off on you. Which is fine, better me than someone else." She found her hands going back and forth on his sides before finally snapping out of it for a second remembering Malcolm's little gift to his little bromance buddy."True," Derek murmured agreeably, humming from deep in his chest at the feel of her hands rubbing his sides. The act never failed to make his frame go lax, and Derek rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes once more. "That actually reminds me. He left you something." Rhapsody didn't want to let go and it took her a minute to finally bring herself to let go. She walked into the kitchen and twirled around with the bottle of vodka in her small hands. She held it out towards her boyfriend.Then Rhapsody was bounding off and he stepped further into the house, closing the front door behind him when Rhapsody returned with a bottle in hand. "From Malcolm, to you with his congratulations for spending an entire excruciating year with me. His words, not mine." The sight made him laugh. "Leave it to Malc to be a dick." Still chuckling, Derek retrieved the bottle, using his other hand to pull Rhapsody back against him. He could still taste the wine he had first been able to decipher from the seam of her lips, and smirked. "Though I'm starting to feel a little left out since somebody already started the party without me."
She chuckled along with Derek from his comment about Malcolm, which couldn't be truer. "He is always a dick." Rhapsody loved her brother, she did but he was a lot more pessimism than Rhapsody was. While the young artist saw life and love through rose-colored glasses which came along when she began dating Derek. Malcolm had a more bleak outlook on relationships in high school (or at least as far as Rhapsody knew). That most would end after graduation and that long distance relationships rarely worked out, not that he voiced that last part knowing Rhapsody would begin to overthink about it and do something stupid that she would end up regretting. When Derek pulled her towards him, she grinned even though she was caught off guard, putting her hands on his chest as she laid her head down. When he said how he felt left out, she nervously chuckled before looking back up at him with a smile. "I have not the slightest idea what you are talking about." She raised her eyebrows as she leaned into him, laying her chin on his chest with her puppy dog eyes looking up at her man. "The party has not even gotten started." She grabbed the bottle from his hand and set it back down before kissing him again this time with her hands grabbing onto his white tee. Okay, so maybe the bottle and a half of wine she had were starting to hit. "Come on, we have the house to ourselves. I have outfits to try on and I need a judge. Feel like volunteering?" She pouted her lips with the corners of her lips still curving into a smile. When Rhapsody kissed him again, hands gripping his shirt, Derek's own hands slipped down to her hips, gripping them firmly as he didn't hesitate to return her kiss. She could say what she wanted, but he was very much aware of how confident his girl could be with the accompaniment of alcohol. And there was no denying her prior consumption, not when he tasted it on her breath and tongue. However, a mention of outfits to try on and her lips against his were enough incentive for him to life the petite artist, separating their lips long enough to maneuver her into a bridal style position. Laughing at her expression, Derek said, "Now you're talking my language."
"Oh, my God." She covered her mouth as started to laugh. She was completely caught off guard. She hid her face in his shoulder for a second before looking back at him. "Luke is rubbing off on you because that was extra and completely unnecessary." She looked at him for a second before kissing his cheek and working her way to his jaw. She got really touchy-feely when wine got in her system and it only got worst with hard liquors which was the main reason she rarely ever drank anything harder than wine. When they made it to her room, she completely forgot she had music playing. She looked at him for a second as he carried her to her room, just taking in the view of what was hers. "That Escuyos flair," Derek proclaimed on the way to her bedroom, bearing Rhapsody's weight quite easily. He actually could carry Lucas if the idiot didn't stop beating his weight down in the worst way just to spite Derek. It wasn't his fault that Luke's scream of surprise was an even higher pitch that Rhaps'. But of course, Derek always had to be the one to answer for Lucas' misgivings since no one else humored him enough. Soon enough, they were in Rhapsody's room and Derek didn't even have enough time to tease her for pretending like she hadn't already partaken in alcohol consumption with the half empty wine bottle as evidence before his girlfriend was bouncing out of his arms.
When he set her down, it took her a moment to snap out of it and made her way to her closet. Not answering him as she had a guilty smile on her face before turning back around. She looked through the outfits before deciding on the one she counted as a 'quarter of an outfit' that was a flannel dress, that honestly was just a flannel she had 'borrowed' from Derek and never gave back that Angela paired with a pair of thigh high black boots from their eldest sister. She slid off the black robe revealing her matching maroon floral lingerie but before Derek could even think about what had just happened Rhapsody smirked towards him and disappeared behind her tapestry in front of her closet opening. He did, however, raise a playful eyebrow at her when she peered at him at his discovery of the music. "Someone was really trying to get this party started without me." Derek stated, picking up the bottle and sitting at the edge of Rhapsody's bed, taking a swig of it that would have Ben far more graceful had some people not decided then was a great time to strip out of her robe and run behind their tapestry before he could get a better view of the lingerie. "Shit," Derek choked, quick to wipe any wine before it dribbled to his white shirt or her bed. Breathing back to normal, he didn't hesitate to mock whisper, "Tease."
She smirked when she heard him whispering as she buttoned the flannel, keeping the top three unbuttoned. The shirt itself stopped right before her knees. Having a boyfriend who was a foot taller than you did have its advantages. She peeked out from behind the fabric with a smile. "Okay, outfit number one and I think you might like it." She had the boots in hand as she came out from behind. "So, what do you think?" She smirked towards him as she turned around. When Rhapsody came back around for him to view her first option, Derek instantly recognized his shirt, which resulted in another raised eyebrow. Chuckling, he slid back onto the bed until his back touched the wall, comfortably maneuvering himself so that his feet remained off the bed (they were going to anyway with his height) and so that he could peer up at her with a grin. "I mean...it's cute or whatever. My outfit would compliment your outfit. We'd be one of those sickeningly cute couples you hear about on Instagram - except we'd be hot cuz I'm hot and by default, since you're with me, you'd be hot too," She just nodded with her arms crossed. "Wow, that is the most romantic thing you have ever said to me." She watched him take a sip from the bottle before he spoke again. "Only one problem though," She raised her eyebrows again with her hands on her small hips. "And what would that be?"
"You said this was the first outfit when clearly there was a whole other outfit you tried to hide before you put this on. If you're gonna put on a fashion show, you should at least show all of the looks for the evening. It's only fair." She acted as if she had no idea what he was talking about for a moment before having an 'ah-ha' moment. "Oh, you mean this outfit?" She started to unbutton the shirt. "Right here?" She looked towards her boyfriend and put her hands on her hips when she undid the last button. "I just thought you wouldn't like it. It is not really your style." She smirked. Derek set the wine bottle aside as he watched, eyes hooded, as Rhapsody began to unbutton the shirt, strip by strip of tantalizing golden brown skin being revealed with each release of a button. He licked his lower lip when she was done as it had gone dry in those few seconds. Not even bothering to pretend to not want to touch, Derek slid back onto his feet and took two large steps towards his little artist, placing his hands just above hers, fingers grazing the soft skin of her sides. Leaning down, Derek pressed his nose to her collarbone, inhaling the sweet warmth of her skin before mouthing his way up her throat, an occasional nip here and there as he pressed her body closer to his. His nose ghosted over that spot just below her ear before his lips pressed against the shell of her ear and whispered in a much lower and rougher register, lips tugging into a Cheshire grin, "Hmmm...I don't know. Looks like my style...maybe I need a need a closer inspection. Just to be sure, of course."
She only smiled as he moved towards her without saying a word. Which in her mind was always a good sign. It meant he really liked what he saw and that he couldn't think of anything to say and the same went for Rhapsody when she liked her view. She tossed the boots out of her hand as he walked towards her. The small girl only wrapped her arms around him, letting her hands find their way to his back with her recently done fingernails lightly trailing up and down his back. She felt chills go through her body as he kissed her only for him to talk in that deep voice that drove her crazy. She giggled like a child until she finally caught herself doing it and looked him the eyes. "Right, just to make sure like what you see. Right, bébé garçon." (Babyboy) She kissed him again on her tip toes with her hands going along his jaw. Derek shuddered, not just at the feel of her fingernails against his back through his shirt, but at her speaking French. Just hearing her speak the language made a spark of lust shoot through his veins and his mouth was back at hers a second later. "Right," he murmured, slid his hands to the back of her thighs, and then hoisted the girl back into his arms. Though this time, her legs were around his waist and Derek was pretty sure they were not going to be on time for Ace's party. He also was pretty sure he didn't really care.
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At some point, Luke had lost Camila, Cydnee and Juliette - not that it was too much of a surprise. Royals just didn't show up to parties with Wannabes, which was fine. He wasn't salty, not at all. Plus, Aaliyah hadn't even been with them when they arrived, remarking that her niece had not been really asleep when Aaliyah had set her in her room. And considering the fact that Aaliyah never really ever, as far as Luke was concerned, didn't leave the house without checking in on the toddler, it made sense that she didn't want to leave when the girl obviously knew that she was still in the house. So, she was just going to get Malcolm to bring her after she made sure that the young girl had something on her stomach that wasn't a snack and was comfortable in her room. It didn't even occur to Lucas to even question it at the time because the tequila sunrise, combined with a shot or three - who's really counting - of the vodka Malcolm had brought, made him giddy for the night ahead of them. So, so what if the Royals promptly ditched him considering the fact that their queen wasn't present to force them to humor him? He didn't need them.
He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.
Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.
To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me
To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:
He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.
Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.
To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me
To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:
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"Ok, but where do you wanna go next?" Genneya asked after stealing a handful from the fry basket on their table. By the time eight o'clock had come, she was starving, but had been in the middle of girls vs. boys skyscraper rope course race that she just had to give her all to because she would be darned if Louis thought for a second that the boys were going to win. Granted, she did love her some Chris, but he ultimately was grouped in with the rest of them and was the enemy at the time. Sadly enough, it was a tie that Genneya swore they were going to broke, but she was a part of their group that had wanted to go back to their tables and get their grub on. Her mom had rented the whole place out for the evening, leaving the lower school division to do as they pleased. So, Gigi hadn't even hesitated or felt the least bit ashamed when she grabbed three slices of the meat lover's pizza, a basket of lightly salted french fries that she totally was going to share with whomever she was sitting with - which happened to be Chris and a few other classmates - and a strawberry crush that had just been refilled.
She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.
She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.
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“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels.
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fond of rules. And they have no respect for
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with them, glorify or vilify them. About the
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Because they change things. They push the
human race forward. And while some may see
them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because
the people who are crazy enough to think they
can change the world, are the ones who do.”
~ Rob Siltanen
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“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They're not
fond of rules. And they have no respect for
the status quo. You can quote them, disagree
with them, glorify or vilify them. About the
only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things. They push the
human race forward. And while some may see
them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because
the people who are crazy enough to think they
can change the world, are the ones who do.”
~ Rob Siltanen
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Casper called for Rhiannon, but she didn't answer. It didn't take him long to figure out what the hell she was up to; ordering pizza of course and the wallet he hadn't thought to bring upstairs with him meant that it was going to be paid with his money. "Rhiannon," he shouted as he struggled to squeeze himself into a pair of jeans, "don't touch my ten!" The girl will be the death of him. If they weren't the best of friends she'd be getting a one-way ticket to get the hell out of his home. Still, Casper knew that without Rhiannon by his side his life would nonetheless be mundane to say the very least. He enjoyed the company of the unpredictable blonde. She (with the exception of Roman) always managed to keep him on his toes, so when the doorbell sounded without him knowing who it was he just knew that she was up to no good, and throwing on the nearest clean t-shirt he could find as he left his room unsure whether his shoes were on the right foot or not, he was intended to find what it was.
On his way downstairs, he examined the foyer ensuring that everything was still in tact the way his mother had left it. Knowing his mother, if so much as a vase was out of place she'd find the next bus to ship him off reason being there were countless times where Casper threw parties in his parents absence, and something always had to get broken at the fault of some drunken Senior. Casper was on his last strike with his mother, so he was trying to be more careful with his surroundings, and Rhiannon forcing herself into his house just easily meant that shit was about to get fucked up real quick. It was a constant game of cat and mouse when it came to her, like Tom and Jerry. Casper was unluckily Tom in the situation.
The voices he was hearing were coming from the Kitchen where Casper had last left Rhiannon, so it wasn't a surprise to see his friend with a Corona in hand leaning over the counter near another presence he knew well, a little too well. Roman Eliades, blonde and undeniably moody as always. Neither was aware Casper was watching amused in the entryway as the two bickered at each other as if they were a wedded couple. "I don't make an attempt at getting you into my bed and you automatically assume something's wrong?" He overheard Roman say to Rhiannon, "As shocking as it may be, I do have some self control." As quickly as he came, Casper stepped into the conversation before Rhiannon can have a chance to bite back. It was like tearing apart two little kids when it came to them; a list of all things Casper hated, kids and stopping a fight of two.
"What the hell is going on in here?" he motioned to the opened box of Austen's Corona. He was going to get his ass chewed, one two many times. It was bad enough his mom was disappointed the moment she was informed by Deborah fucking Monroe that her son would be repeating another year, but now his friends who weren't even invited were now rainbows and unicorns sipping on his step dad's most prized possession. And of course Roman had to have some smart ass comment to go along as he turned his attention onto Casper. "Well look at you," the blonde joked, "Getting all dolled up for me, I'm honored." Before Casper could give him a piece of his mind, his phone buzzed in his back pocket almost simultaneously.
Realizing it was from none other than Poppy Rothschild herself, a smug expression boarded his face as he read her text.
FROM: Poppy
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night
The booty call was tempting, a little too tempting much to Casper's degree. Poppy was hot, Casper was hot, so it was no shocker that they'd obviously find presence in each other's bed. She, like every other girl at Buckley knew about Casper's reputation, but that had not stopped her from throwing herself into his graces promptly. Unlike him, she was a Royal a little different than his usual Rebel and Animal taste, but still. What good would a boy be if they weren't their to give a girl what she wanted? Casper and Poppy preceded with their "no strings attached" relationship since they were sophomores, and that text that he was reading meant that things where still going as planned.
TO: Poppy
Actions speak louder than words, P ;)
Actions speak louder than words, P ;)
After he sent the text, he seemed to forget why he was even mad until the doorbell sounded again, "And there's my cue." Rhiannon announced before she left to answer the door. It wasn't long until she came back with a pizza box and wings in her hands. Almost immediately, Casper rushed to go retrieve his wallet only to find the ten gone as he suspected. He returned to his friends holding his wallet open for Rhiannon to see, "Rhiannon, what the hell?"
He watched as the blonde pulled a slice from the box, pealed off its cheese, and popped it into her mouth, "Hey, I thought of you," she licked at her fingers, "I got you wings."
Ignoring her, he pulled out a lighter and his Camels from a nearby drawer. Lighting the cigarette between his teeth, his eyes darted to Roman who sat back amused, "This is your fault," he pointed a menacing finger at him, "If you had told me about this party she wouldn't be here, I would still have a ten dollar bill, and I would be getting fucked at this party it seems we're going to be late for-"
"-Fashionably late." Rhiannon corrected between a mouth full of pizza.
Immediately, he took out two bread stick from the box and heaved them at Roman and another thereafter for closure.
JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT
Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Ace Bronson's Home | Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #7957C2
↳ ACE . BRONSON ↲
Hex Code: #DF1616
Location: Ace Bronson's Home | Bedroom
Outfit: Here
"I didn't think I'd get to see this side of you tonight," he joked. "After you ignored me all afternoon, you know... figured you finally realized you were too good for me." Even if most of the time he could play it cool and act unbothered by Juliette acting less interested in him than he was in her, sometimes he dropped that guard. He didn't bring out full blown insecure Ace, because that was a side he preferred to keep locked away until he was alone (or occasionally, when it was too much to deal with and he had to get raw and vent to Aaliyah), but he could be a bit more humble than he normally was, with Juliette, as long as he made sure to act somewhat playful about it. Regardless of the what-ifs, he had to agree with her that that was fun, though. For him, it was more than fun. He could have brought nearly any girl at the party up to his room tonight, or any other night and it would have been fun. He liked Juliette in a way that extended past a one night stand or a friend with benefit, so for him, this wasn't just messing around with some girl. It felt more intimate and personal, which meant that he had to put in more effort to make sure that it was more than fun for her too. He needed to give her a reason to keep coming back, in hopes that one time she would realize that she wanted more than just sex too, even if that meant that he had to take a minute to catch his breath after it was all said and done too.
Juliette just laughed at that, because she didn't know what to say, really. She had ignored Ace, it wasn't like she hadn't seen his texts or anything. She just didn't think it was that serious. It wasn't like he was the only person whose texts often went unanswered by her, and since they weren't in a relationship, she didn't think that they needed to be constantly texting anyway. After another few minutes of laying next to him, she decided that she would be the first to get up. She had more in her appearance that needed to be fixed than him, so a head start would help, even if she was feeling light enough to not truly care about whether she walked out of the room looking disheveled or not. "Give me that," she said, once her pants were on and she spotted her bra on the floor near the opposite side of the bed, closest to Ace. For some reason, she now felt the need to be modest and kept one arm over her chest as she waited for him to toss the strapless bra to her. "You should probably go back downstairs, don't ya think? Make sure everyone's not tearing your house to pieces?"
Ace had no shame in watching Juliette as she pieced herself back together. He was admiring the view, but not in a sleazy way, because as everyone in their circle seemed to know, his feelings for Juliette were more genuine than the ones she returned to him. He could have stayed up there for the rest of the night with her, but her suggestion, combined with the thought of drunk high school kids ransacking his house, plus the realization that all of the delivery food he had ordered earlier was probably supposed to arrive any minute now, reluctantly had him piecing his outfit back together too. He made a quick stop in the bathroom connected to his bedroom to freshen up, but was still done before Juliette was. On his way out, he couldn't resist wrapping his arms around her waist once more, and pulling her in for a kiss. With how she was, for all he knew, she would go on to ghost him for the rest of the night, so he felt like he deserved at least another few seconds of intimacy with her, and it left a grin on his face once he pulled away. "You better find me once you get down there," he called out, shutting the bedroom door behind him as he left.
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Location: The Bronson Residence | Backyard
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CHARLOTTE ▿ ARNAULT
Outfit: Outfit
Location: The Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #3BAD45
"Cydddddddd," Charlotte groaned, tossing her head backwards as she watched the girl's shot miss the many cups that were left on the opposing side of the table. "Why didn't you tell me that you sucked this badly before I put my reputation on the line by making you my partner?" she continued, only somewhat playfully. She tossed back the last bit of beer that was in the cup that the opposing team had knocked out during their last shot, before carefully throwing her ball across the table. Thankfully, it went in, but when they still had to knock out six cups, as opposed to the two that Adrien and Ari had left, it wasn't much to celebrate. "I'm not forfeiting against my brother. He usually sucks more than you do. Forfeiting when it's only him we're up against would be beyond embarrassing," she added. In reality, she knew her brother was good at the game (being good at beer pong was one of the few redeeming qualities on any jock's resume, in her opinion), and Arizona was surprisingly decent herself, but Charlotte was competitive, and she wasn't going to admit that. "Besides, we still have a chance at winning." The likelihood of that was low, and Charlotte was smart enough to know that, but she wasn't one to admit defeat.
"Baby girl, you're lucky I like you, that's all I'm gonna say 'til this game is done with," Cydnee responded with amid an eye roll, at Charlotte's refusal to end the game now. It didn't keep her from continuing to look around the backyard for some means of escape, though, even if she didn't know what that could be yet. While she was at it, she managed to send out a few texts too.
To: Rhaps
Haven't seen your pretty face around yet. Don't tell me I'm gonna end up as one of the few Artists representing at this party tonight. Don't do it, Rhaps! Don't make me come for you
To: Leah
Child you better come get your billionaire bby. Get your tongue out of Malcolm's mouth for a min bc I can tell she's feeling neglected w this attitude she's showing me and you know I'm not here for that!! Not when I'm getting no love and you're getting him!!
To: Cat
I didn't forget my promise. I'm gonna make you a drink in a min unless you messed up your face then you're dead to me
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Speaking of the blonde, he decides to join her by taking a slice of pizza for himself, despite her previous declarations that the Italian delicacy was not meant for him. Surely she can't finish it all on her own, and Roman is more than happy to help her out. While enjoying the feast he can feel Casper's glare boring holes into the side of his face, and Rhianon's too most likely, as he goes on about being on delicate terms with his mother. Roman knows that all too well, having heard it before from Casper himself. After rubbing his hands together as if he's brushing off dust, he pulls out a wing and holds it up to Casper's pouting face with a wickd yet undeniably charming smile. "Relax babe, have a bite" he teases and waits for the boy to accept the food before taking one for himself. "Just tell your folks it was my doing, I'm sure they'll forgive me just this once" he states confidently as his long finger pick bits of meat off of the bone. It's no secret that both Casper's mom and step-dad have taken a strong liking to Roman after the blonde managed to charm the pants off both of them. He's also never given them a reason to distrust him. Surely enough he can help Casper out of this predicament.
The time passes quicker than anticipated and now they really are fashionably late, as Rhianon described it. Not that Roman cares, in fact, th real party doesn't truly start until later into the night when everyone's had one too many drinks. He's still not pressed about going, but maybe he can find something, or rather someone, to lifts his spirits and follow him home at the end of the night.
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Samuel Kim
Outfit: Jasmine's creation
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #e6e600
Outfit: Jasmine's creation
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #e6e600
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Needless to say he's beyond relieved that the lights have been dimmed. It's the only thing capable of hiding his ruby red cheeks, a result of both the flirting and the lack of air his Jasmine-produced outfit provides. Sam had fully expected to feel out of place, but this is an entirely new world for him, because being flirted with constantly is not something Sam has any experience with, let alone knows how to handle. Because Samuel is the quiet boy that no one knows, the one that is never noticed. A wallflower in every sense of the word. He's certainly not the type to be looked at the way girls, and some guys have been looking at him throughout the night. He's already made a mental not to give Jasmine a formidable piece of his mind when they get back home, that is if he makes it out of here alive.
There's a new pretty girl in front of him now. She had found her way to him immediately after he'd managed to escape from the other. Thankfully, this girl is not forcing him to dance and her bubbly personality does manage to ease his nerves, if only a little. Still, even for a socially unaware and oblivious Sam, it's obvious that she's flirting and really only looking for someone to give her a good private after party. Which is why Sam doesn't hesitate on taking advantage of the few seconds she's using to get a refill to send out an SOS.
To: Jazzi, Bea, Charlie.
MSG: Help D':
He looks up just in time to catch her offering him a drink, but what catches his attention more than the strange and untrustworthy looking liquid in the red solo cup is a familiar face several feet away and coming towards them. The jock still hasn't noticed the troubled teen, probably being caught up in his own endeavors, but Sam can't help but to pray that as Jasper steps closer, he'll notice Sam's distress and get him the hell away from here.
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xxlocation: bronson residence xxxoutfit: here
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xxx"you can't wake up.
xxxthis is not a dream.
xxxyou're part of a machine.
xxxyou are not a human being."
x
"Hey, baby," a sophomore said, eyeing her up. Danielle didn't even lift her eyes from her phone as she responded. "Fuck off." Frankly, she was proud of herself for not having punched anyone yet. She'd been hit on more times than she could count. A handful of guys had tried feeling her up, and one guy had even tried grinding on her. And she was freaking tired of it. She'd lost her friends and wasn't able to find any of them, and she just wanted to go home. The only reason she hadn't left was the free alcohol, which she was taking full advantage of. She took a sip from her drink as the sophomore's friends jeered him on. "Aw, come on, sweetheart, it's just a dance," he said. She sighed, straightened up, and turned to face him. She folded her arms as she looked him up and down. His smug smile faltered a little beneath her glare.
"I wouldn't dance with you unless somebody had a gun to my head," she replied. "And even then, I'd have to have a good, long think about it." She downed the rest of her drink, and decided that leaving the drinks table was probably her best choice right now. She really didn't feel like ending up with blood on her dress after she broke somebody's nose.
Retrieving a bottle of beer before she left, she went in search of somebody, anybody she liked before she lost it altogether. She eventually found a game of beer pong which caught her attention. She then realised who was playing, and grinned. Turns out it was Ari and Adrien against Charlotte and Cyndee. Charlotte and Cyndee were losing pretty badly, which of course meant Danielle had to chime in.
"Would a third member of the team help you guys at all?" She asked. "Because, I mean, you can't be doing much worse," she added, smirking.
"I wouldn't dance with you unless somebody had a gun to my head," she replied. "And even then, I'd have to have a good, long think about it." She downed the rest of her drink, and decided that leaving the drinks table was probably her best choice right now. She really didn't feel like ending up with blood on her dress after she broke somebody's nose.
Retrieving a bottle of beer before she left, she went in search of somebody, anybody she liked before she lost it altogether. She eventually found a game of beer pong which caught her attention. She then realised who was playing, and grinned. Turns out it was Ari and Adrien against Charlotte and Cyndee. Charlotte and Cyndee were losing pretty badly, which of course meant Danielle had to chime in.
"Would a third member of the team help you guys at all?" She asked. "Because, I mean, you can't be doing much worse," she added, smirking.
A D R I E N . A R N A U L T
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #842C88
Luckily, Adrien had a high alcohol tolerance, and the night was really just getting started for him. He and Ari had played a few games of beer pong already, and though she had expressed interest in abandoning the tables after this round, he still wanted to go out with a bang. This game in particular was one that he wasn't going to just not care about and lose. "No subbing this late in the game!" Adrien said, calling foul on the move that he was sure Charlotte would try to take Danielle up on. Even if Danielle was decent at the game, he was convinced that there was no saving Charlotte's shipwreck of a team. He would have to remember to thank Cydnee for being bad later in the night, since on her own, Charlotte was usually pretty decent competition. Getting his ass handed to him by his sister and her friend would've been embarrassing just in a sibling standpoint, but even more-so, given that he was a jock. "Besides, Ari and I are about to let these two meet their maker. Show 'em a little mercy, kill 'em off once and for all," he said, smirking as he motioned for Ari to take her shot first. If they both got them in, the game would be over.
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