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「"now she's stronger than you know” 」
- Superheroes || The Script
Superheroes

|Name|

Jeanette Ruth Abategiovanni

|Nickname(s)|

Jenna || People, common
Nettie || Close friends, uncommon
Jen || People, slightly uncommon

|Age|

14

|Date of Birth|

October 3rd, 2002

|Astrological Sign|

Libra

|Nationality|

American

|Ethnicity|

European - 50% Italian, 50% Danish

|Sexual Orientation|

Asexual

|Sexual History|

Jeanette's record is crystal clear - nothing.

|Relationship History|

Nope.

|Relationship Status|

Single, not ready to mingle.

「"a heart of steel starts to grow” 」

Height

5'1"

|Weight|

93 lb

|Body Shape|

Banana

|Body Type|

Between ectomorph and mesomorph.

|Shape of Face|

Heart

|Skin Tone|

Slightly tanned

|Eye Color|

Blue

|Hair Color? Type? Styles?|

Jenna's hair is a dark brown color, and has a mind of its own. Sometimes, it will naturally be stick-straight, while other times, Jenna can sport dark waves without even trying. Her hair is usually not tied up, unless tying up her hair is significantly more convenient.

|Distinguishing Marks|

Other than pierced ears, Jenna doesn't really have any significant markings.

|Fashion Sense|

Jenna's style is a mix between artistic and athletic. Since she is an artisan, Jenna is also bound to have some form of fashion sense. She is also a dancer, and prefers to wear athletic clothing more than dresses than high heels, since they are more comfortable and convenient.

|Overall Attractiveness|

Jenna thinks of herself to be an 8.5 or 9 out of ten without makeup - which she doesn't wear by choice - and a ten out of ten with makeup. Jenna's expectations for her attractiveness are quite low, hence the high score. When it comes to her appearance, Jenna is awfully modest.

「"you've been struggling to make things right” 」

|Good Traits|

i. considerate
ii. diligent
iii. fearless
iv. cunning
v. creative
vi. independent
vii. ambitious

|Bad Traits|

i. blunt
ii. perfectionist
iii. much too bold
iv. manipulative
v. harsh
vi. domineering
vii. dishonest

|Personality|

Jenna is a considerate person, always trying to think of others' needs and comfort levels. She doesn't base her life off of others' preferences, but Jenna makes sure that she stands in their shoes before she makes a decision affecting them. If it weren't for her bold nature, others might call her meek and neglecting of herself. Jenna, being an artisan, is also highly creative. She's rather unconventional, thinking of completely weird things, but her work is admirable. She has a vivid imagination, which can be a good and bad thing. For one, she has many methods for everything. On the other hand, she could be an incredibly feared torture master xD

Jenna definitely has her bad traits. Although she doesn't intend to be harsh, despite her considerate nature, Jenna does not baby others. If their naive or oblivious, she gives them a reality check. When doing this, she may be a bit too blunt, but hey, it's the truth. Jenna is also a cunning person, which, like her creativity, can be both good and bad. She is very smart when it comes to scheming, and is a person you'd want on your side for her wits (keep in mind, this is not the extensive knowledge of nerds. Completely different). But Jenna can also be a bit deceitful, and dishonest. You do not want to get on her bad side, because she will hunt you down. Jenna does tend to be a bit dominant, especially during her harsh and blunt moods. Although she has no aspirations of becoming a royal, she will not be put down. Jenna shows no fear to the outside world, and can either be admired or ridiculed for her courage and near-recklessness.

Despite her many bad traits, Jenna is certainly the hard work and is definitely not a slouch. She is incredibly diligent and doesn't waste her time. Jenna is very ambitious as well, always aiming high. This does not go well with her extreme perfectionism. Some might say that despite the end results of Jenna's work, she words herself much too hard. Jenna also never asks for help, and has to do everything by herself to feel satisfaction. Although her extreme independence has made Jenna capable, she is not as productive as a group of people working as a team. However, she finds that working solo is best, since teamwork is definitely not her strong suit, despite being on the spirit squad.

|Strengths|

i. dance and flexibility (although she's not the best at gymnastics)
ii. talented artist
iii. math

|Weaknesses|

i. other than dance and flexibility, I can assure you, Jenna's athleticism is not something to brag about.
ii. cannot work in a team
iii. ambitious perfectionist

|Greatest Joys in Life|

i. art
ii. listening to music
iii. dance

|Greatest Fears|

i. gamma ray bursts roasting everybody on earth
ii. the Sun or Earth "malfunctioning"
iii. the Earth no longer being inhabitable

|Priorities|

After Jeanette ends spirit squad season with a bang, she wants to keep her AP class scores in the high A's. She also wants to devote (even) more time to her art.

|Life Philosophy|

"People tell me being a perfectionist is a fault, but I find that's what drives me." ~ Paula Garces

「"every day, every hour, turn the pain into power" 」

|Hometown|

Los Angeles, CA

|Upbringing|

Jenna was born to a Danish woman on the 3rd of October. Her birth was probably one of the worst events in her life. While heading to the hospital, Jenna's father, frantic, was so stressed out that he managed to get himself into a car crash. Of course, it wasn't just his stress. The traffic was absolutely crazy, the traffic lights were going wonky, and there was already a crushed car on the same street. Jenna's father was never known for his luck. To put it simply, Jenna's father had to be sent to the hospital due to severe internal and external damage while Jenna's mother was attempting to give birth to her. Jenna's mother's family had this strange and unfortunate quirk. Whenever a female of Jenna's mother's family gave birth naturally, she died quite soon, from minute later to a month after her child's birth. Jenna's mother, unfortunately, died like her 3 elder sisters did, through giving birth. A few days later, Jenna's father died from his extensive injuries from the car crash. Therefore, even before Jenna turned a week old, she was an orphan.

Jenna lived in the foster care system until she was adopted at three. Her parents, named Orion and Romulus Braddock. Jenna had kept her real surname all her life. Her adoptive parents were the perfect match for each other, and Jenna grew up wanting to see that compatibility everywhere, despite her "survival of the fittest" nature. Jenna also grew up completely supporting bisexuality and gayness. Her personality and skills came from both her parents. Orion was a kind, artful, and academically intelligent and well-educated man. He was the one who helped Jenna become the artist she is, and he's also the one who suggested dance. He came from an upper middle class family, and wanted the best for everybody. Romulus, on the other hand, descended from an abusive family who happened to fall into poverty a bit after he was born. Romulus was a true fighter, physically, mentally, and psychologically. He was the one where Jenna got her ambitious, and admittedly, harsh nature from. While Orion was a helping hand, Romulus showed Jenna how to have high ambitions and still reach them. Jenna, although smart, clearly has more of Romulus' cunning wit rather than Orion's academic intelligence.

|Idol or Hero|

Both her adopted parents.

|Dreams|

To be honest, Jenna doesn't really have a dream right now. Despite her love for art, she doesn't think a career in it would be financially supportive.

|Education|

Since she received her scholarship at the start of sixth grade, Jenna didn't always study at Buckley. She went to Brockton Ave Elementary School for K-5.

「"you see fire in their eyes" 」

|Household|

i. Orion - adoptive father
ii. Romulus - adoptive father

|Pets|

None

|Secrets|

i. it's not quite a secret, but many don't know about her upbringing
ii. refuses to say anything about her early years
iii. despite her fearless facade, Jenna thinks about all the ways she could die every night

|Summer Spent|

i. 2 weeks in New York
ii. Writing online
iii. Drawing
iv. Dance

|Socioeconomic Status|

Middle Class

|Residence|

623 W. 111TH PL, Los Angeles, CA 90044

|Transportation|

Jenna tries to bike or walk to wherever her destination is, but if she can't, she rides the bus.

「"she's got lions in her heart, a fire in her soul" 」

|Family Member|

{ Orion Braddock || 38 || Male || Programmer }
Jenna has a very good relationship with Orion. He loves her and Romulus equally (although Jenna has a feeling that he's fonder of Romulus).

{ Romulus Braddock || 37 || Male || Ammunition Specialist }

Jenna thinks Romulus is awesome, but their relationship isn't all smooth sailing. Jenna understands that Romulus isn't the kindest due to his past, so he may be a bit gruff or quick to anger.

「"theme song lyric [maybe a couple lines or so]" 」

|Short Term Goals|

i. get good grades
ii. draw an extremely complicated group of anime characters
iii. end spirit squad season with a bang

|Long Term Goals|

Jenna doesn't really have that many long term goals.

|Aspirations|

Jenna isn't thinking too ahead right now.

「"now light a match, stand back, watch them explode" 」

|OOC|

face claim. Brooke Hyland
hex code. #549FAB
time zone. Pacific
posting frequency. I'm here practically everyday, but sometimes, my internet will lag like crazy. Beware.

So begins...

Jeanette R. Abategiovanni's Story

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#2017-05-29 20:17:34, as written by cc.jones

Kim's Residence
[x]
Jasmine's creation of Sam, Behati's outfit, Jasmine's outfit
[x],[x],[x]

XX"Nope. No way..." Jasmine can feel a sigh emanate from the deepest part of her soul. She had already managed, with the help of Behati, to convince her younger brother to attend tonight's party. Not because she thinks he necessarily has to be there, but a little bit of unwinding is surely needed on both their parts. Aside from that, Jasmine knows for a fact that she's not the only one hoping to see him there. However, that battle has already been won and Sam has begrudgingly agreed to attend. The obstacle now is the outfit Jasmine had already picked out for him (convinced that she would by any means get him to show up).

XXShe stands on the other side of the bedroom door, arms placed on her hips in concern, while her eyes bore holes into the closed door. "Come on Sam, just let us see" he argues as calmly and sweetly as her impulsive nature allows her to. There's a long stretch of silence and finally, much to Jasmine's relief, the wooden structure slowly opens. The sixteen year old boy steps out as if carefully calculating his every step, and a proud smile makes it's way onto Jasmine's red-tainted lips. "How do you feel?"

XXSam resist an eyeroll with full force, moving in place a bit to make sure the black fitted pants haven't cut off all of his circulation. "Like death" he mutters, extremely tempted to run back into the comfort of his bedroom and pull on his usual sweatpants and plain black t-shirt. Jasmine doesn't fail to catch on and quickly takes his hand, leading him further away from the possibility of barricading himself in his bedroom. "Well you look amazing!" she chimes. "What's the point of having a killer body like that if you don't show it off". The comment alone in enough to make Samuel's pale cheeks tint a heavy pink, and the fact that he and his sister are not the only ones in the room isn't helping his cause. Round, pleading eyes shoot in Bea's direction, desperately hoping she'll say he looks terrible and that Jasmine should not be allowed to dress him ever again.

XXIt had been approximately forty five minutes since Behati arrived at the Kim's residence, and already she was feeling a bit exhausted. She had gotten a call from Jasmine, on her way out, about needing help to drag Sam from his room and to the party that was about to take place soon. Now, she stood with one heel tapping impatiently, and a hand positioned on her hip.

XXXXThey were going to be late. Sam was going to make them all late.

XXStaring at his door, she anticipated for it to open and to see Sam clothed in whatever overdressed, outerwear his sister forced him to wear. But, he didn't and Bea can just imagine her friend on the other side passing back and forth, anxiety hitting him faster than a speeding bullet.

XXShe felt bad. Really bad. She knew that he didn't want to go, but to some degree Bea wanted him to have one night to enjoy for the sake of memories. It was one party that he had to attend, neither Bea or Jasmine asked for anything more. Bea knew that Jasmine loved her brother tremendously, if she didn't than she wouldn't be going through any trouble dealing with Sam's stubbornness, and Bea wouldn't be there counting down the minutes until she would finally be getting her groove on.

XXXFifteen minutes passed, and with an exasperated eye roll Bea looked to Jasmine simultaneously jerking her head towards the door as if to say, "go get your brother." Jasmine made no hesitation as Bea watched the petite girl step up to the closed door, eyes peeking through its tiny slits, "Come on Sam," she called, "just let us see."

XXAt that, there was a click followed by an audible creak as the door swung open and out stepped Sam, careful with each step he took as if he emerged a jester waiting to be laughed at. But, there was only Jasmine and Behati's eyes who saw, and Bea found herself gaping at Sam longer than should be. Her eyes trailing from his black sneakers, noticeably buffed, to his jeans, and his silk shirt its zipper left open revealing a perfectly set of abs, sculpted in all its glory.

XXBehati knew that Samuel was good looking, but she wasn't the one to praise him for it. His warm personality was reason to forget his physical attributes, and for Bea that was enough. They've been best friends long enough for her to forget that alongside his amiable personality there was a fitted Sam standing before her. Witnessing it brought mixed feelings to Bea uncalled for, and it wasn't long before she felt Jasmine's eyes on her including Sam who gazed up at her from the floor. His dark eyes were pleading for Bea to snap at Jasmine for dressing him, like some Ken doll. But, a part of her also wanted to hug and thank Jasmine for dressing him up, like quote on quote 'some Ken doll.'

XXFinally, Bea managed to clear her throat, "Jasmine's right, Sammy. You look handsome." Taking a step closer to him, she tugged playfully at his shirt and added, "Are you sure I'm not the Duff in this relationship?" Referencing a well-known movie, her Hazel eyes looked up, greeting him with an honest smile.

XXSam's dark orbs meet his best friend's for a couple of beats before falling to the wooden floor underneath his new sneakers, provided by none other than his beloved sister. "Of course not. You look beautiful..." he muttered, the pink tint on his cheeks only increasing with every passing second. But he didn't see the point in arguing anymore. It was two against one and, even if it had just been Jasmine he knows he would have ended up losing, but the fact that Bea was present to back her up only tripled the impossible. Letting a triumphant smile settle on her features, Jasmine took a step back to allow Behati to lift up Sam's courage. It most certainly was a good move to call her over. But now about an hour had passed and if they didn't get a move on they were going to be late.

XX"Great then, let's go!" she exclaimed with a loud clap of her small hands, taking hold of her purse and car keys. "I still have to pick up Cat!" the petite blonde added in alarm upon seeing the Snapchat notification. There's no doubt in her mind they would be late now, but having been able to convince Samuel to not only join them, but to allow himself to look painfully handsome for a night, was definitely a great victory and one worth being late for. Taking a quick snap of her brother's attire without his knowledge, she quickly sent it a couple of people's way. The battle may be won, but the war isn't over and some extra back up won't hurt.

To: Jasper, Jenna, Charlie
MSG: Please bombard Sammy with messages and tell him he looks handsome enough to stop traffic.
Open Attachment

XXAfter the text had been sent on it's way, Jasmine made sure to reply to cat with a Snapchat of her own and a quick Adorably beautiful as always! We're heading over to pick you up. before strutting towards the door. Or in Sam's case, to the point of no return. It's not that he had anything against parties, or getting dressed up, but it's no secret Sam is clueless when it comes to socializing and, despite what Jasmine and Bea may insist on, he doesn't believe himself handsome enough to pull off the majority of the clothes Jasmine finds him. The thought of "turning heads", as she so excitedly put it, isn't something Sam tends to do nor is it something he knows how to handle. The only comfort is knowing that he won't be alone at this party and if need be, he'll steal Jasmine's car keys and drive right back home where he should be. She can always find another ride.

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#2017-05-31 01:56:55, as written by Korruption

jenna abategiovanni

Sophomore
Artisan
hex code: #549FAB
location: house
outfit: [x]

Jenna carefully inserted her earrings as she stared at herself in the mirror. Sure, she wasn't one for looks, but everything about her had to be perfect, or else Jenna would go crazy. It's a damn curse. Jenna needed it and hated it at the same time.

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.

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.

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 :(

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#2017-05-31 04:32:45, as written by SleepingInTheGardens

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Jasmine Kim
Outfit: Here
Location: Kim Residence -> Shanks Residence
Dialogue Color: #008080

╚═════════════════════════╝ Sam held onto the seat belt laying across his chest, terrified for his life. Generally Jasmine is a good driver, but he had forgotten just how lethal she can be behind the wheel when she's in a hurry. "Seriously, the light has been green for like ten hours, what are you even doing!" she protests at the small car in front of them with a couple of honks, earning an exasperated sigh from the boy in the passenger seat. He gives Behati, who's gotten the backseat, an apologetic look on his sister's behalf.

"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

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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!"

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#2017-06-05 03:23:01, as written by chanelindistress

Friday, December 9, 2016 | 8:30 PM

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L U C A SXE S C U Y O S
_____ T H EXD R A M A T I CXO N E _____

Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Bronson Family Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837

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:

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G E N N E Y AXS H A N K S
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Glowzone LA
Dialogue Color ✦ #F277A8
Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5

"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.

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#2017-06-08 22:39:31, as written by SleepingInTheGardens

XXXXXX

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"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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Behati's Outfit here
Location Bronson residence
Dialogue color darkred
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The music thumped at Behati's heart vigorously. It's variations produced a bass loud enough to leave her even the most remotely deaf. The thought was exhilarating. The party was exhilarating. She enjoyed the sight of different cliques banding together in a moment of rejoice. It made her heart swell with just the tiniest bit of hope that the students of Buckley school can finally join hands in a game as they run around the camp bonfire singing 'Old McDonald'. Of course, the copper liquid that she held in her plastic cup was reasons for giving the free spirit fictitious visions. She took another sip, its strong, metallic taste burning her throat. She scrunched her nose in repugnance, looking up at the Senior who persuaded her with the revolting drink.

"Wow that's strong, what is this?" she wiped at her mouth with the sleeve of her leather jacket.

The guy pursued his lips, amused at Bea's expression. Clearly, Bea was oblivious when it came to liquor. Taking a look at the Junior, he could tell that she was only able to handle the amateur beverages, like beer and probably a sip or two of wine during special occasions. "Hennessy. It's state of the art. Five shots will leave you flying on cloud nine." Noticeably, the guy recognized that Behati was attractive. If he was lucky, maybe she would take up his offer in drinking more Hennessy and perhaps he'd get lucky with her tonight.

Behati pushed the cup his way shaking her head, "That's a cloud I'd rather not be on, thanks, but no thanks."

"Oooh, come on, Chica." he moved closer stinking of cheap cologne and domestic cigarettes as he broke off the personal bubble Behati had obviously bordered between them, "Live a little." She ignored him as she reached for her cell sounding with a notification of a text. She examined it was from Sam.

FROM: Sam-I-Am
Help D':

The message was more than enough to send Bea into a frenzy as she ventured out in search of her friend. "Thanks for the sample!" she called out to the guy who she was clueless to believe was only trying to get her into a bed, or better a closet, and squeezed her way through half-naked bodies pressed against one another. The sight was nauseating. Clearing, there are rooms they could go to, but they'd rather do their business right in the middle of everything. It was beyond disgusting, and if Bea wasn't on a hunt for Sammy at that very moment she would sure as hell wouldn’t hesitate to yell for the couples to get a room.

Just as she expected, she found Sam in the middle of the dance floor looking the very least comfortable as he grasped a red cup in his hands, his knuckles turning white, trying his hardest not to make eye contact with the little ratchet forcing herself onto him. Bea watched as the girl ran her fingers through his hair simultaneously trailing a finger nail meeting his zipper of his shirt all while leaning down to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

Bea had seen enough.

Feeling the drink kicking in a bit, she stumbled as she made her way towards them before catching her balance onto Sam. "What do we here?" Taking one good look at the trash that stood before her, her face concealed with the works and wonders of Dollar Tree makeup, a skirt that was short enough at the unsuccessful attempt to show the ass she didn't have. Not much to show in the cleavage department either with the halter top. Bea recognized the girl very well, she was the kind who enjoys hanging behind the dumpster of Walmart. Of course, when they mention being the store at the 'corner of happy and healthy' at least STD-infected hoes are included with every purchase as well.

Because that's exactly what Bea was meeting eyes with.

The girl matched Bea's expression, eyeing her up and down with a disgusted look on her face, "And YOU are?" Bitch? Excuse you.

Without thinking, Bea interlaced fingers with Sam, ignoring the fact that his hand had fit perfectly in hers. Warm, and undeniably soft just as predicted. She ignored the fact that he was probably beet red at that very moment, and at that very moment she had to prevent herself from getting sweaty palms for touching Sam. She just could not handle his attractive quirks right now. "His girlfriend."

Lie.

There are so many ways this could have gone. Bea could have simply told the girl to fuck off from her friend, or simply drag Sam away without Bea having to be referred to as his girlfriend. Although, the thought of ever being Sam's girlfriend released butterflies in her stomach. Now saying it aloud, only there weren't butterflies in her stomach, there were fire breathing dragons. Perhaps, it was the alcohol talking. Nevertheless, Bea squeezed his hand for reassurance not only for his sake, but for hers as well because at that very moment her heart was racing at the speed of light, and realizing that Samuel Ren Kim was the reason.
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"Photography is a way of feeling,
of touching, of loving. What you have
caught on film is captured forever…
It remembers little things, long after you
have forgotten everything."
~ Aaron Siskind

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Samuel's Outfit here
Location Bronson residence
Dialogue color #e6e600
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If the sweat drops sliding down his back aren't enough to tell Sam he's the most uncomfortable he's ever been, the turning in the pit of his stomach sure is. This nameless girl in front of him, with big and beautiful eyes, is looking at him as if he were the last piece of meat on the supermarket stand. Any attempt he makes at walking away are interrupted by a brush of his hand or tug of his shirt and, regardless of how much he doesn't want anything with her, Sam isn't the kind to come right out and say it.

Which is why the muffled sound of Behati’s voice is like music to his nearly deafened ears. His shoulders visibly relax, only to tense right back up again as slender fingers are laced with his. He hears Bea’s words as they leave her mouth but it takes a few beats for them to register. As the thought settles in his cheeks simultaneously tint an even darker shade of red, something he didn't think possible. The girl eyes him skeptically, as if waiting for him to call Bea out on a lie, but all he can do is stare back; wide-eyed and confused beyond belief. His lips and tongue can't seem to coordinate and form words and his limbs are stock still, his fingers subconsciously latching onto Bea’s in search of reassurance.

”You hadn't mentioned a girlfriend.” the girl, who hasn't even thought to share her name, protests. Sam bites at the corner of his lower lip, thinking of the nicest way possible to say that she never so much as gave him a chance.
Because I’m not, is what Bea should have told the girl instead she waited for Sam to speak first. She hoped that he would be the first to let the girl know that yes, he was off limits, but when he didn’t Bea cleared her throat and spoke for him. ”You didn’t give him a chance to,” again, Bea squeezed Sam’s hand, ”from what I saw you practically threw yourself at him.”

The girl was silent as she stared from Bea to Sam, then back to Bea with a look of annoyance before finally huffing out loud, ”Whatever.” she muttered, staggering away from them in search of a new toy to play with.

Bea hadn’t realized the breath she was holding in until she saw the girl disappear into the mass of bodies. She exhaled a little loudly than expected before finally turning to face Sam with a crooked smile plastered on her face, ”Well, that got rid of her.”

Realizing she hadn’t let go of Sam’s hand, she let hers drop to her side, her heart doing the same before clearing the lump in her throat, ”I’m going back to the party.” Walking away, she turned back to shoot Sam a concerned look, her head cocked to one side, ”Think you can manage?”

Sam really should have spoken up for himself, but as it happens everytime he's in a nerve wracking situation, his words never formed. A small part of him felt bad for the girl that has just walked away, because he really should have been straightforward with her from the beginning, but what's done is done and there's really no point in moping about it now. His shoulders slowly drop, eyes searching for Bea’s while she makes sure she's alright. She always has, and though Sam has never uttered the words out loud, he doesn't know what he would do without her. Ignoring the heat settled in his cheeks and heart racing a mile a second, he nods.

”I need to find Jazz before she breaks something. ..or someone.” he notes, only now realizing that his petite sibling is not with Bea either. He makes to walk away and leave Bea to do as she pleases, considering he's already bugged her more than necessary for one night, but quickly pivots his heels on a thought.

”Thank you” the few words coupled with a genuine smile of gratitude should be more than enough to let the blonde know Sam is beyond grateful. Not only for tonight, but for all the previous nights and nights to come.

Leaving her on that thought he quickly fishes for his phone, with great difficulty, and searches for Jenna’s name in hopes of locating Jasmine.

To: Jenna
MSG: Where are you? And have you seen my sister? If I don't find her soon she might get herself arrested.

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#2017-06-09 06:04:40, as written by Korruption

jenna abategiovanni

Sophomore
Artisan
hex code: #549FAB
location: Bronson Residence
outfit: [x]

Jenna was bored.

Yes, Jenna was that one person at parties who found everything boring. Even though she had absolutely no idea was Sam was up to, even he was probably involving himself in something, drama or...something else. Most likely someone hitting on him, Jenna assumed, given his past experiences. People definitely weren't turned off by Sam's personality and looks. Jenna was sure that at least three people she knew had a crush on him.

Any unsuspecting person would assume that Jenna had a crush on dear Sammy, but that wasn't the case. To be perfectly honest, Jenna never had a crush in her life. She was asexual, aromantic, etc. And Jenna was completely fine with that.

Jenna almost jumped with excitement when her phone buzzed with a notification. It was from Sam.

From Sam:
Where are you? And have you seen my sister? If I don't find her soon she might get herself arrested.

Jenna smiled. That was kind of like Jazz, in a sense. Although she couldn't quite be classified as a serious rebel, getting arrested was definitely possibly for the blonde. Jenna quickly responded to Sam, before she started to search for him.

To Sam:
No need to concern yourself with my whereabouts. No, I haven't seen Jazz, but I'm coming over because I have literally nothing else to do. Sit tight, Sammy ;)

Jenna weaved herself through the party-goers, glaring at the drunk ones who were staring at her suggestively. She sighed exasperatedly, finally choosing to slap one in the face. He didn't respond; he was probably too high to notice. Jenna rolled her eyes, scowling. Personally, she had nothing against underage drinking (that's probably not a good thing), but Jenna didn't like drunks. Obviously.

Soon enough, Jenna recognized Sam's black-haired head and quickly headed his way.

"Sammy-boy!" she greeted. Jenna raised an eyebrow as she recognizes the distinct look on his face. "Okay, what the hell did I miss?"

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#2017-06-13 03:12:29, as written by SleepingInTheGardens

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Samuel Kim
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #e6e600

╚════════════════════════╝As Sam expected, Jenna was able to find him in a heartbeat, hardly giving him any time to read or even respond to her message. And it comes as no surprise to him that she quickly catches on to there having been something before she arrived. That something not being serious in any sense, but enough to get his heartrate running wild and his cheeks ablaze. "Nothing!" he assures a bit too excitedly. Sammy has always been a terribly liar, that he's well aware of. However, there's no point in bridging back past dues. The nameless girl that had been at the start of it all had no disappeared and he probably should too.

"Help me find Jazz" he quickly adds, not giving her any chance to retort, before taking hold of her hand and pulling her away from a small crowd and near another. It's not unusual for accidents, arguments and broken bones to happen at these kinds of parties, but that doesn't keep the terrified look from Samuel's features when he catches eyes and ears of what's going on closer to the entrance. One tall, handsome and undeniably terrifying Roman Eliades stands at the center of the scene. Sam's eyes zero in on a familiar face standing a few feet behind him and his frown deepends significantly.

Sam and Luke cannot be referred to as the closest of friends seeing as they run in different circles, different grades and know one another by pure coincidences, most of which were brought on by Jasmine, but they're friends regardless. Which is why Samuel can't hide the terrified concern for seeing Luke be involved in something like this.

But having come in probably at the climax of it all, Sam sees the rumble simmer down and Luke , followed by Roman, escort themselves outside. He doesn't hesitate to send a concerned text in Luke's direction before turning his full attention back to Jenna who, for the most part, is probably unphased.

To: Luke
MSG: Are you okay?!?

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Jasmine Kim
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #008080

╚════════════════════════╝Regardless of what you may think, Jasmine is not drunk. She's a good girl, a good girl indeed. There's no part of her that wants to be wasted beyond belief and end up in some random guy's bed. Or what's worse, the back of his car. No, Jazz is not drunk, she's merely friendlier than normal. Which is why, for the first time in a long time, her smile widens upon seeing Nick over by the bar. It's no secret Jasmine doesn't particularly like the guy, but what is a secret is the fact that what she really doesn't like is what she feels towards him. But ask as many times as you may, Jasmine does not have any form of crush on the jock.

'Nicky-nick!" her spirits are high, but her words are not slurred. Not even a little. "Well don't you look dapper tonight" one tilt of the head tells Jasmine of the possibility of reuniting with Cydnee and Cat, who are standing just a few feet away, but a commotion from behind her interrupts any intentions she had of doing so. Her head turns in the direction of the noise, but she's nowhere near enough to see or hear what is going on. She does know that there's trouble and that's enough of a warning for her. Her not by any means drunken state is still able to filter out the possibility of Sam being involved in or near the trouble. But her worries soon evaporate the moment her brother's face, along with Jenna's comes into view.

"Sammy" her relief pushes her off the bar seat to throw her arms around him in a relieved fashion. Even in the happy bliss she is currently experiencing, she can't overlook the fear in the pit of her stomach that something might have happened to Sam, which would have been her fault considering she all but dragged him here. "What's going on?" she inquires, her eyes pointing in the direction of the noise she had just heard.

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#2017-06-15 07:00:42, as written by Korruption

jenna abategiovanni

Sophomore
Artisan
hex code: #549FAB
location: Bronson Residence
outfit: [x]

nick van veenen

Senior
Jock
hex code: #862138
location: Bronson Residence.
outfit: [x]

"Nothing!" Sam responded all too quickly to Jenna's short and mild interrogation. The blue-eyed brunette narrowed her eyes, obviously not believing it. Sam had always been an absolutely horrible liar. But given his flushed cheeks, it was probably just a girl thing that happened. Nothing too serious, but Jenna wanted to know precisely what happened. She was that type of person.

Unfortunately, before Jenna could corner her friend and force the words out of him, he quickly added a plea to his miserable attempt of lying. "Help me find Jazz?" Before Jenna could respond, Sam quickly grabbed her hand as he pulled her away from a small crowd and near another. At these types of parties, it wasn't unusual for arguments, accidents, or even bone breaking to take place. Jenna knew that Sam was well aware of the fact, but that clearly didn't prevent a terrified expression appearing on his features. While he seemed frightened at the scene before them, Jenna glanced indifferently at Roman Eliades, clearly unimpressed. She and Sam were different in many, many ways. While Sam was the type of person who'd get a bit frightened from the commotion in front of the two of them, Jenna was almost always unfazed.

Jenna saw Sam's eyes zero in on a different face as the dark-eyed sophomore's frown deepened significantly. Ah, Luke. It was slightly hard for Jenna to believe that the two of them were actually friends, but then again, Sam would be Sam and Luke would be Luke. Sam, being the ever-so-innocent little angel, was clearly disgruntled when he saw that Luke was involved in the commotion.

The rumble of noise simmered down as Roman and Luke escorted themselves outside. Sam pulled out his phone - probably texting Luke, after all, he was his friend - before directing his full attention to Jenna.

On the other side of the party, Nick was sitting at the bar. He was definitely a beer person, and wasn't a lightweight at all. He chugged his beer, before setting the now-empty bottle down. He was still sober, which was a good thing, but a bit more beer and he'd start wandering in the world of drunkenness.

Nick wasn't going to lie, he was slightly surprised when Jasmine - very cheerily - called out to him. "Nicky-nick!" Nick raised an eyebrow and turned to the petite blonde. If her words weren't perfectly clear, he would've deemed her drunk. "Well, don't you look dapper tonight!"

Nick furrowed his brow. To be honest, he was the slightest bit weirded out. Sure, he knew Jazz was the bold, confident one out of the two Kim siblings, but this was a bit strange. "Thanks," Nick responded, keeping his cool. He half-smiled at Jazz. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Nick instantly thought that he sounded like he was flirting with the blonde. Sure, he may have the tiniest crush on her, but he wasn't going to become her boyfriend anytime soon. Despite that, Nick didn't take back anything he said. In his point of view, he was just being friendly. In a completely normal friend way.

The two of them heard a commotion, and turned to the direction of the noise. Neither of them were close enough to hear or see anything particularly dramatic. Nick shrugged to himself before turning to the bartender, choosing to order a water.

"Sammy," Jazz pushed herself off the bar seat as soon as she saw her brother and Jenna, throwing her arms around the former. She pulled back. "What's going on?" she inquired, gazing at both Sam and Jenna for answers.

Jenna shrugged in somewhat of a nonchalant manner. "From the gossip that's already spreading," she started. "Eliades and Mike - is that his name - got into a fight. Luke's semi-involved. It's over now."

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#2017-06-25 06:40:44, as written by SleepingInTheGardens

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Samuel Kim
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #e6e600

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Jasmine Kim
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #008080

╚════════════════════════╝Despite Jasmine's hazy understanding of the events going on around her, she was sober enough to realize that what Jenna had just said was unlikely. For a second she remained silent, eyes focused on the brunette as if asking her to repeat it again. Her gaze then flickered to Sam, who in turn nodded in assurance to what the girl had just said. Her eyebrows reacted first, quickly disappearing into her well-kept bangs. Luke may be many things, but Jasmine knows he's not a trouble maker.

"what was Luke doing in the middle of all that?" she questioned, eyebrow cocked in curiosity, her eyes flickered more towards Sam since he seemed to be the closest to the wannabe out of anyone there. A subtle shrug was returned to her as her brother glanced back in the direction of the scene.

"I don't know...we only saw the end of everything and then he and Roman left." he almost mumbled, checking his phone once to see that there had yet to be a reply to the text he had sent Luke. Sammy may not be the closest friend to the wannabe, but they are friends nonetheless, and close enough to where Sam would avidly worry about his well being. Because as trusting and naïve as he is, even he knows Roman Eliades spells TROUBLE in all its capital letters. The last thing he wants is to see someone he cares for go through the kind of heartbreak he has faced before. Granted, Luke can fend for himself much better than Sam ever could, but that doesn't mean he is bulletproof.

Jasmine doesn't fail to catch on to her brother's subtle shift of expression and decides that a change of scenery could do him some good. "Don't worry too much, Sammy, I'm sure he's fine" she chimes in, shoving her own worries to the back of her mind. "Luke is more fierce than Jenna and I combined." she jokes, throwing the girl a playful look as her hand links with Sam's. "What you should be worrying about is making sure you don't end up snatched again." her teasing earned her the desired effect; an adorable pout and pink tinted cheeks from one flustered Sam.

With a giggle, she gestured towards the back door as she suggested they go outside and get some fresh air, not forgetting to invite Jenna, and even Nick, to come along. The smell of the outdoors would be a nice change for the both of them. One step out the back door and the difference in atmosphere could already be noted. Not that it saved Samuel the suggestive looks. In complete disregard to his misery, Jasmine appeared to be proud of what she had created. Her eyes scanned the area until they landed upon a familiar face. Rhapsody seemed to be fairly unoccupied, and surprisingly not accompanied by the usual chizled jawline.

"I don't understand how it is that you look prettier and prettier every time I see you." is Jasmine's greeting directed at the taller girl. Her eyes flicker around for a millisecond, wondering if maybe Derek has already heard about the night's event and has ran off to find his baby brother. Not that Jasmine would blame him. Were it Sam in Luke's position, she would have done the same and then some.

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Camila Santos
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #722f37

╚════════════════════════╝Tipsy, not drunk. That is what Camila continued to repeat in her head, despite being assured by a few people she had talked to since Aliyah left that she appeared to be happier than usual and utterly confused. Perhaps she was, but that didn't necessarily mean she was drunk. She lazily waved goodbye to Riley as the prep left the confines of the kitchen, and once again, Cami was alone.

Were it a normal, she wouldn't particularly mind, but somewhere between all the tequila shots and sugary drinks, her common sense had mixed in with irrational thoughts and emotions and what she was feeling like Juliette on her sober days. She glanced down at her cup for a moment, contemplating whether she should go all out and just continued to refill her cup until she either lost consciousness or ended up in someone's bed. All the self-assurance about not needing anyone to love had been forcefully thrown out the rhetorical window. Being so caught up in her thoughts, it took her several seconds to realize it was Ari that was now beside her, asking about Riley. Letting out a soft huff, her head slouched over, gently landing on Arizona's shoulder. Her brown orbs stared straight ahead at the kitchen entrance. "Jus' missed 'er. I dunno where she went"

To Camila, her words were delivered as they should be, but if Ari were to tell her that her speech was slurred or that she couldn't quite understand what was coming out of her mouth, she certainly wouldn't be the first one to do so. It's incredibly hard to assure others that you are in face not drunk when you can't so much as even form proper sentences. There's no denying that the fiery liquid running through her veins is taking a good grip on her sanity. "Are you gonna leave me 'gain to find 'er?". She really hadn't meant for the question to sound like a plea, but at this point Cami was tipsy enough to openly admit that she did not want to be alone.

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#2017-06-30 22:18:22, as written by Korruption

jenna abategiovanni

Sophomore
Artisan
hex code: #549FAB
location: Bronson Residence
outfit: [x]

nick van veenen

Senior
Jock
hex code: #862138
location: Bronson Residence
outfit: [x]

Jazz's eyes focused on the blue-eyed brunette, silent. Jenna said nothing to change her declaration, shrugging at Jazz's inquiring eyes. Luke wasn't exactly the quiet goody two-shoes, but he was never one to get into the trouble Roman Eliades got into. While Jenna and Luke weren't particularly close, the former knew that the two Kim siblings were friends with Derek's little brother. The blonde then turned to her brother, who nodded, confirming Jenna's statement. Jazz's eyebrows quirked up, clearly concerned.

"What was Luke doing in the middle of all that?" Jazz inquired, genuinely curious, her eyes flickering to Sam. Out of everyone there, he seemed to know Luke best. The pair may seem like unlikely friends, but to be honest, unlikely friends was kind of Sam's thing. After all, no one truly expected Sam and Jenna's friendship, but it definitely worked out. Sam simply shrugged in response to his sister's question, glancing back in the direction of the scene.

"I don't know," Sam mumbled, glancing back down at his phone. He was most likely checking for a response to the text message he presumably sent Luke earlier that night. "We only saw the end of everything and then he and Roman left."

Both Jenna and Jazz caught the subtle shift in Sam's expression. The latter tried to help out immediately. "Don't worry too much, Sammy," The blonde chimed in cheerily. "I'm sure he's fine.". Jazz continued on with her somewhat cheerful ramble, clearly attempting to give her little brother a change of scenery. "Luke is more fierce than Jenna and I combined." she joked, throwing Jenna a playful look as she grasped her brother's hand.

"I'm insulted," Jenna gasped dramatically, putting a hand on her heart in a joking manner. "But seriously Sammy, anyone fiercer than even one of us," Jenna referred to herself and Jazz, "can handle himself, no problem." The brunette smiled at her artist friend, attempting to ease his worries. She was never the sensitive one of the two, but Sam was one of her best friends, and she wanted to help. Jenna was known for her rather harsh nature, but didn't put too much effort into treading lightly with Sam, mainly because she knew her friend was quite used to her bluntness. Sam knew Jenna meant no harm.

"What you should be worrying about," Jazz continued, in a teasing tone, "is making sure you don't end up snatched again." Jenna swore she saw a hint of a mischievous smile.

Sam's cheeks flushed at his sister's teasing, and Jenna laughed. Jazz gestured to the back door, inviting Jenna, and even Nick, who was downing a shot of beer, for some fresh air. Nick had a slightly surprised look on his face, but started moving with little hesitation.

"Well," he started, grinning, setting his glass down. "Getting drunk isn't ideal." He slid out of his seat.

"Why aren't you hanging out with your little gang of jocks, Nicky?" Jenna questioned, her tone slightly teasing. Hey, they were friends. Sure, Jenna wasn't as close with Nick as she was with Sam, but they were on good terms. The light-haired jock raised a brow at the nickname, but let it slide.

"To be honest," he started, "I have no fucking idea what the hell they're doing right now." Nick shrugged. "Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, they're probably just doing their own thing. We're not exactly a giggling group of Royals." Nick's tone as he said the last part showed that what he said wasn't meant to be offensive.

Jenna shrugged. "Good enough for me."

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#2017-07-06 04:07:09, as written by SleepingInTheGardens

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Samuel Kim
Outfit: Here
Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #e6e600

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Jasmine Kim
Outfit:[b] Here
[b]Location: Bronson Residence
Dialogue Color: #008080

╚════════════════════════╝Jasmine's smile morphed into a quirked brow at Rhapsody's response to her compliment. No one in their right mind could deny that Rhaps was a beautiful girl, though she seemed to have the same complex as Sam. Not realizing how genuinely attractive they are, both inside and out. She let a soft sigh escape her lips as she accepted the compliment boomeranged towards her with a soft "Thank you". but made sue to quickly ass "But you look even better and don't even try to fight me on that!" a sassy finger is lifted towards her to reaffirm her point.

Her question about Sam brings Jasmine to take in her surroundings, realizing he had stayed a few steps behind with Nick and Jenna. She nods in response and gestures towards an incoming Samuel with a proud smile. "How can he not have fun when he's looking like that?" she knows it's a bit of a stretch to say that considering how obvious its been that Sam is feeling overwhelmed by all the attention he's been getting all afternoon, but she also knows him well enough to know that after all its said and done, a very microscopic part of him enjoys it. "Guys and gals have been swarming like bees to honey." It may be one of the very rare occasions in which Jazz is able to do something like this for her brother, so might as well milk it as much as possibility allows.

The familiar baritone voice brings Jasmine from her thoughts and her line of vision lands on a mildly worried Derek. Her first instinct is to assume that he's heard about what happened with Luke, but second guessing brings her to think that he is acting much too calm for that. Surely enough, he asks about Rhapsody's brother instead, only pausing a moment before turning his attention on the petite blonde. Jasmine is well aware she is below average height, but standing so close a tower-height couple makes her feel a bit dwarf-like. Her smile in response to his greeting immediately deflates when he questions her on Luke's whereabouts. She listens attentively, all the while desperately wracking her brain for a descent response. Clearly no one has informed him on what happened, and Jasmine has no right to do so. Even if he is asking her directly, she's not one to be the bearer of bad news.

"I actually haven't seen him all night." Technically, it isn't a lie. She hasn't seen or talked to the little fireball at all during the course of the day. "I'm sure he's doing fine." that too was not a lie, though maybe a bending of truth. Jasmine can't be one hundred percent certain that he is okay, but she can sure as hell hope so.

Her eyes immediately land on Sammy as he walks up to the small trio, gaze pleading for him not to say a word about Luke. Though Sam has never been the one to spill any kind of beans either. The dark haired boy offers a genuine smile towards Rhapsody and Derek shifting slightly on his heels to prevent the thin fabric of his jeans from tugging at uncharted territory. "Hey" his voice is as soft as usual, though loud enough to be heard over the music. Albeit a bit delayed, but he does take note of the atmosphere, as well as Jasmine's silent warning, and keeps his mouth shut. He won't be the one to ruin the party for Derek.

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#2017-07-13 02:57:16, as written by Korruption

jenna ruth abategiovanni

Sophomore | Artisan | #549FAB | Bronson Residence | [x]

nicholas van veenen

Senior | Jock | #862138 | Bronson Residence | [x]

Jenna and Nick watched as Jasmine conversed with Rhapsody and Derek. Jenna liked Rhaps; she was nice. The two girls had many similarities, despite their age difference - for one, they were both artists. Both of them were also quite intelligent. They shared some personality traits, although Jenna thought that Rhaps was too humble for her own good. And Nick was and is - somewhat - bros with Derek. Even though Derek was technically no longer a jock, Nick saw no reason in not being friends with him.

Although his sister was quite openly talking to Derek and Rhapsody, Sam had stayed back with Nick and Jenna. "Come on, Sammy," Jenna chided, swinging an arm around Nick's shoulders. "Go chat with them. They're probably gossiping about you already anyways.

"No need to stick around with loners like us," Nick joked, flashing the younger boy a genuine smile.

As if on cue, Jasmine gestured towards Sam as he started walking towards the group. "Guys and gals have been swarming like bees to honey," Jazz stated mischievously.

While Sam, Jazz, Rhapsody, and Derek talked, Nick felt his phone ring. He frowned slightly as he noticed the number. His uncle never called him unless it was Sunday morning or afternoon. He turned to Jenna.

"Gotta take this," he explained. Jenna gestured for him to do so.

"I'm a big girl," she said, "I can take care of myself." Nick flashed her a thumbs-up, before heading outside to answer his call.

Jenna approached the group of four as Nick left to answer his phone call. She approached just as Derek had asked, "Hey, Jasmine. Sorry to interrupt, but you seen Luke? Haven't seen him since he left the house earlier and I usually at least get a drunk text about how much he's gonna disown me for whatever I wore for the day. Haven't got it yet."

Jenna and Jazz were thinking the same thing; clearly, Derek hadn't heard about the Luke and Roman scandal. Jasmine formulated a decent response.

"I actually haven't seen him all night," Jazz replied smoothly. Technically, Jenn figured, the statement wasn't a lie. "I'm sure he's doing fine."

Jasmine might do things for the faint of heart, but Jenna didn't. She was blunt by nature. She opened her mouth to tell Derek about what Luke was up to - she had no problem being the bearer of bad news, at least she was being honest and giving him the information he wanted - but at the sight of Sam's pleading eyes, the blue-eyed brunette veered off-course. Like Jasmine, Jenna quickly formulated a response to send Derek's way.

"Sorry for crashing your group talk," she apologized almost lamely, biding her time to come up with something, "but to answer your question, Derek - I know it wasn't directed towards me - I haven't seen Luke very recently. But I agree with Jazz, he's probably fine."

Unlike Jasmine's response, there was a direct lie in Jenna's, but then again, "dishonest" was one of her personality traits.

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