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Genevive Rosen

"A flower does not think of competing with the others around it. It just blooms."

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a character in “Laurel Academy {Remake}”, originally authored by sappho, as played by RolePlayGateway

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genevive rosen

nicknames | jenny, gg, ro
age | seventeen (senior)
sexuality | heterosexual
class | powerful
ability | botanokinesis





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Genevive has been said to have a heart too big for her chest. Growing up, she's was always considerate and caring to nearly every person she met. Jenny has always had an impact on her immediate surroundings. She’s like the whirlwind of optimism, kindly disrupting the people flitting about her as she radiates about the halls of Laurel. Granted as she's gotten older she has grown quite stubborn, but Jenny will always sacrifice for the well being of others. While sometimes she can be a bubbling burst of light there is a softer side to her where she just busies herself in her studies or focusing on one person rather than a whole group.

With perhaps the most perceptive, unfiltered view of anyone, Jenny has a unique skill in noticing small changes. Whether a shift in facial expression, a new clothing style, or a broken habit, she can pick up on hidden thoughts and motives where most people would be lucky to pick up anything specific at all. She tends to use these observations, calling out the change and asking questions, most often out of worry or curiosity. She has to remember that not everyone wants their secrets and decisions broadcast. Filtering her worry has often been a problem for herself, and it's something she continually tries to work on.

When around her friends she can almost be seen as the "mom" character. Her widespread arms are always searching for someone in need and she practically can't help it. She can be quite stubborn when someone refuses her advice, sometimes for the sole fact that she hates being disagreed with. Her calming persona has always come natural to her as she has noticed a calming demeanor will always pacify a person in distress.

Jenny has always tried to be a humble individual, never seeking the spotlight for herself, rather preferring to work behind the scenes. While she is a social butterfly, you can catch her calmly singing to herself while practicing her abilities at Laurel's gardens. Negativity has always had a strange affect on Jenny as well. It's almost as if bad attitudes pollute her strong character.

Genevive is full of compassion and energy, complemented by a rational, if sometimes distracted, mind. Inspiring, convincing and colorful, she is a natural at getting attention. She will bring life and excitement everywhere she goes.


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LIKES | Jenny loves to garden, and she keeps her own little group of plants in her dorm. She also enjoys traveling and backpacking in her free time, any outdoor activity. She loves to gorge on French Fries and burgers even though she knows how terrible they are for your system. She also loves the rain, and a stormy day, often spending those outside instead of inside like others. On a nice day, she loves taking a stroll through the Academy.

DISLIKES | Jenny hates cold temperatures, and snow in general. She also only wears shoes when she has to and hates the feeling of shoes, she'd rather go barefoot her entire life. As a total eco-centric hipster she also hates littering and pollution, seeing as how her own ability ties into the plant life. She has never been too much of a sweet-toothed person and would prefer maybe salted pretzels instead.

STRENGTHS | communication - affectionate - patient - caring - open minded - gardening - reading people - trusting - soothing - her abilities - emotionally dynamic

WEAKNESSES | stubborn - naive - passive - sensitive - aloof - strict - failure - takes things personally - too optimistic

FEARS | losing a loved one - losing her powers - the earth giving up from human pollution - the dark - being alone

SECRETS | Her powers stemmed from her father's lab explosion and she has found that as she gets older she has become increasingly sick, she gets relief when she uses her ability, but it seems to only make the illness worse afterward.


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Genevive Rosen was born to a loving couple, both botanists loving the art of science. As a child, she adored running around her parents greenhouses and labs, always sticking her nose in things she wasn't supposed to. Although her parents were very involved in their work they tried to spend every waking moment with their daughter. She attended a public school, living a rather normal life until she turned seven.

Her parents claimed they had a breakthrough in their research with plants. They said a new gene, that would possibly make the plants more aware and communicative to their surroundings. But it went wrong. Jenny didn't recall much from the incident, just that she remembers waking up in the hospital covered in burns, that somehow healed rather quickly. She was placed with her aunt, and for a while was rather traumatized from it all, becoming a lot more quiet and sheltered. A few weeks after the incident she began to showcase the rather odd ability to talk to and control the plant life around her. It terrified her aunt, but it allowed Jenny to open up more and fall back into being herself and she felt more connected to her parents.

The summer before she entered the eighth grade she received a letter from Laurel Academy to attend, in light of her newfound abilities. She graciously accepted and fell in love with the school feeling more at ease among her peers. However, her aunt was rather uncomfortable with her new abilities and suggested that she just stay at the Academy for summers as well. At first, it upset Jenny that her aunt felt uncomfortable around her, but in the end she was surrounded by people that accepted her so she ignored her aunt's distaste.





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So begins...

Genevive Rosen's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Minami Nomura Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Pepper Collins Character Portrait: Asher Blanche Character Portrait: Emerson Hill Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Air Hirota Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Cayden Lawrence Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Drake Darby Character Portrait: Katiana Brokenborough Character Portrait: Soledad Núñez Character Portrait: Mason Hart

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Every year on the day before Summer classes begin, a bonfire is held. Now, thanks to a pyrokinetic staff member the bonfire is able to be massive, without much risk of it toppling over and harming students (usually). It is held a little ways off from the dorms on the beach by the lake, and the main bonfire is often surrounded by smaller firepits with different food options at each one. There is always, without exception, some form of alcohol and some form of drugs available, and the teachers tend to turn a blind eye to it, leaving not five minutes after students arrive. After all, many of the students have families too powerful to persecute them, and the school grants a good amount of freedom besides.

Music is played throughout the night, sometime alternating between speakers and student run bands if they request to perform. Dancing around the bonfire is common, and usually the bonfire is kicked off by a partner dance that by now all of the Yearlies have learned, even if they don't ask or get asked to dance. There has been drama started over the dance before, but it really just depends on how seriously one takes it- often times friends will dance together, after all. But everyone looks forward to Breadbowl posts afterwards about which dances meant something, who made what mistake, who snuck away with whom, etc. Nothing is kept secret for long at Laurel.

It is already dark out, with a full moon above and bright stars, the nearest city being too far away to outshine the night sky. Later on fireworks will be set off, and sparklers are resting all over the place for the amusement of students.

It is now about ten or so minutes before the bonfire "officially" kicks off with the first dance, but most students have already arrived and are sitting about the fires. Predictably, some are already stumbling over their own tongues thanks to the weight alcohol puts on them. Thus, the best and brightest of their age group prove themselves to still be young after all.

"Let's set the tone to a dramatic summer, shall we?"

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Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Drake Darby

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Thayer Gallup
{Seventeen - Rising Senior - Outfit: Here - #B6B6B6}
"My my, What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" A breathy, high voice says in his ear. Thayer spun around so quickly that the empty camera bag looped around him and whacked his chest, moving with the force of his turn. It only took a moment to see that is was Keevan, grinning at his own joke.

"FUCK. You scared me!" Thayer breathed, running a hand through his firey red hair. His heart was still pumping wildly from the scare but he shook it off quickly, only punishing his best friend with a fist to the shoulder. "Come on," He laughed, turning once more, "I want to get a drink before the dance starts." Then he set off across the small beach, passing several smaller fires and waving when people called out his name.

He had already turned off his camera and put it safely back into its bag when he reached the kegs. Grabbing a solo cup, he filled it to the brim with beer and took a large gulp, downing half the cup.

"Have you seen Jenny?" Thayer questioned, attempting to sound nonchalant. He and Jenny had been friends for several years now and were completely platonic. Unfortunately. Not that he would ever admit that. They had spoken about hanging out at the bonfire together, to catch up about what the summer term held for each of them. "Or Drake?" He added quickly to hopefully distract Keevan enough to avoid the jokes he always made about Thayer and Jenny.

Drake was a boy a year younger than Thayer and a rising Junior, but he was good with a camera. Ever since the two had met, he had taken on the role of the boy's mentor, for photography and other things. He had told the younger kid that he would help teach him how to capture the fire and the stars in his shots without draining the people of their lighting and focus.

Digging his phone out of his pocket, he sent a text to Drake:

Hey bud. Let me know when you get here and we'll meet up.

And then against his better judgement, he sent one to Jenny as well:

I've already started drinking. Who am I going to suck at dancing with if you don't hurry?!

He then replaced his phone in his pocket and turned back to Keevan, holding out an empty cup to him, offering him a drink.

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Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Drake Darby

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Lucy Wood
{Sixteen - Rising Junior - Outfit: Here - #E8BBE0}
It wasn't long after she had texted Lance that he was by her side and asking the sophomore to make him a drink as well. Daniel, whom Lucy wasn't a huge fan of but used for his status anyways, joined them as the boy was bringing Lance his drink and made a smug comment about them spitting in her drinks.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, standing so she was in front of Daniel, "Look at the lust in the poor boy's eyes. He tripped over himself when I first spoke to him. Why would he spit in my drink?"

Daniel was an odd soul and she could tell he wasn't a fan of her or Lance. He tolerated them. She reterned the sentiment, however, so they were mostly civil around each other. That's what it was like around The Unholy Trinity. She and Lance were seen as babies, and it wasn't that she didn't understand why. They had ruled the school for longer than she'd been there. However, she was new. She was the up and coming, even Brooklyn saw that. You'd think that they'd care more to help her learn the ways that to just treat her as if she was a toddler. She much prefered the presence of solely Brooklyn and Lance to hanging around Daniel and Petra as well. Alas, most of the places Brooklyn went, the other two followed. So she coped.

In annoyance, Lucy turned her back on Daniel and a scowl appeared on her face as she took in who was in front of her. It was the loner boy, Sean. He was a hot head and she wasn't a fan. Pity, though, he was quite good looking. If you enjoy the rugged, never smile, always in a bad mood type. Her eyes didn't stay on him and his party-of-one bonfire for long because out of the corner of her eye, she saw a moving bright red object.

Why would anyone wear a neon red shirt to a bonfire? It clashes with the colors of the fire. Her thoughts were brief, because when she noticed who occupied the piece of clothing, she was both amused and horrified. Putting her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh, Lucy noticed that it was Drake in a bright red spiderman shirt. God, he's cute. She said, chewing on her bottom lip while the heat rose into her cheeks at the fact that she was currently attracted to a science nerd in a spiderman shirt with a flannel over it. Drake's eyes flitted up to hers and she could have sworn she noticed the ghost of a smile, but as quickly as their eyes had met, he had looked away.

Lucy was glad he had because moments later, the queen bee herself joined them. Brooklyn immediately tucked herself under Daniel's arm and Lucy could have laughed at the sight of their disfuctional family.

"Congratulations, I'm here! All of your lives just got better. So, what have I missed?" She asked the prince and princess.

Knowing she'd be wondering where Thayer was, Lucy was quick to offer that information, "Your photographer is over at the far keg with that writer, Keevan." Her eyes danced over Brooke's gorgeous outfit. "Cute necklace, B. Taking another sip of her drink, Lucy suddenly found herself wondering if she could find an excuse to talk to Drake sometime in the night. Maybe when Brooke, Daniel, and Petra were talking photos with Thayer. She was pretty sure he wasn't going to be making the first move towards conversation considering how The Unholy Trinity viewed him.






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Thayer Gallup
{Seventeen - Rising Senior - Outfit: Here - #B6B6B6}
The distraction of bringing up Drake hadn't worked in the slightest, although Thayer honestly hadn't expected it would. Keevan knew him too well, although he respected him enough to only make horrifyingly embarrasing comments about his infatuation for Jenny when no one else was in ear shot and had never posted on The Breadbowl about a possible budding romance between the two either. Not that he hadn't threatened. Thayer had just reminded him of the picture he'd taken of the writer passed out drunk on the toilet with his boxers around his ankles and that he too knew the password to the account that made the posts on their websites. That had shut Keevan up real quick.

Now, though, Thayer just let his face get red and continued drinking his beer, pretending that he couldn't hear the teases. At one point he muttered, "I don't have spidey senses..." into his cup. After Keevan was done with his insessant ramblings, Thayer hesitantly bumped his now mostly empty cup with the one he'd just filled for his friend. He downed the remnants of his drink, and poured himself another. That put him at three. If he was going to have to put up with these jokes all night he was going to need at least two more.

His pocket buzzed and his heart skipped a beat at the prospect that it was a message back from Jenny, but when he pulled out his phone he saw it was just an Instagram private message. Someone wanting to talk about him shooting their engagement photos. He'd have to get back to them later. Putting his phone back in his pocket, a familiar voice caught his attention. It was coming from nearby.

It didn't take Thayer long to find Brooklyn and her posse. Damn, she looks good. He thought as he let his eyes take her in, moving up and down over her body. Her consistant flirtations proved to be continuous temptation for Thayer as she was an extremely beautiful girl. Sometimes he even thought of letting into the temptation, but images of Jenny always flooded back into his head. Due to that, he decided he wouldn't say anything to Brooke. Not just yet. He was pretty sure she'd find him at some point in the night anyways.

As if on cue, the ultimate Brooke cockblock walked up. It was Drake. The boy smiled at Keevan and Thayer before bending down to fill up his own cup, "Have room for one more?"

Thayer grinned, throwing his arm around Drake's shoulder and pulling him to his chest for a quick hug. Tousling his hair a bit as he let the younger boy go, he replied, "Always have room for you, my man!" Then, almost immediately, Thayer noticed Drake had packed lightly tonight. "No camera tonight?"

There was a trace of disappointment in Thayer's voice, but that was only because he loved that Drake loved photography as much as he did. Their lessons were one of the best parts of his week. It wasn't that big of a deal though, honestly, it had been a while since the two boys had just hung out together - sans camera.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Drake Darby

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The world stood suspended in silence, more still than was natural. Frozen with hostility and some other, puissant force. The only tremor was around the younger Kingsley, who seemed to pulse ever so slightly, with power.

"I'm warning you, you..."

The elder woman's words dripped with venom, but she seemed hesitant to finish her sentence. Not because of guilt, or reluctance to hurt, but rather because she had suddenly noticed the haunting placidity of the room around her.


"'You... what'? You monster?"

A step forward, towards her mother, but the parent found she could not step back. Was it fear? Or some other force, holding her there?In the moment, she could not tell. All she was certain of was this thing advancing towards her, and the hellishness of it.

"What are you-"

"You should be careful, mother,"

Their faces inches apart, the beast's expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed something else. Something cold. Sinister.


"Who knows... what this monster might do."

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When it came to partying, Petra had often been advised to show caution. Her temper, combined with her powers, tended to be dangerous on a normal day, but when alcohol was present and hormones were high- 'twas something of a recipe for disaster.

That said, she felt little apprehension as she readied herself for the annual bonfire night. Perhaps it was her own selfishness- that knowledge that if she did lose control, it would likely be someone else paying for it. Or perhaps she had simply softened over this past year, and eased away the hidden anxiety that often accompanied her daily dealings with the dangers of her powers.

Perhaps, after her most recent confrontation with her mother, she just really needed a drink.

Arriving at the bonfire, she felt the gazes without meeting them, and, like usual, the sensation invoked the slightest smile of satisfaction. Her reputation preceded her, but she never failed to live up to expectations. Perhaps that wasn't something to be proud of, considering some of the stories, but such a notion did not sway her pride, and as she caught sight of a familiar tall figure, her smile only grew.

Cutting through the crowd, she made her way over to the steadily growing group, and bit back a flush of dissatisfaction at the extra company. It wasn't that she disliked Lance and Lucy. They were... fine. Likeable, even. But there was something about the introduction of others that never failed to disappoint her slightly- she thought it may be her possessiveness, although other times she liked to pretend such a thing didn't exist.

Initial reaction vanishing almost immediately, by the time she'd made it to the group she was all pleasant smiles, and holding a mix of something alcoholic in her hand. Sidling up next to Daniel, she gave the group a cursory greeting smile, catching the end of Lucy's comment.

"Judging from the general sobriety, I take it I haven't missed anything too interesting?"

Is there such a thing, at events such as these? She kept her cynical, stick-in-the-mud thoughts to herself, already anticipating what the dizziness of her drink may do to her.

She was right... she did need a drink.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Pepper Collins Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Cayden Lawrence Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Drake Darby Character Portrait: Mason Hart

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genevive rosen
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Genevive was terribly late to the bonfire. The reason? That morning she had gotten horribly sick the moment she had woken up, having to lie to Pepper saying that it must’ve been some random bug going around. She had been getting horribly sick lately, and she didn’t know why. Jenny had decided to keep it a secret from her friends because she hated feeling like a burden, but lately it was getting too difficult to conceal. A part of her was terrified that she wasn’t going to feel any better by the time the bonfire rolled around. Which would’ve been a nightmare to lie about. Fortunately after taking the right amount of Ibuprofen, her headache and sickness faded slightly making her feel a little bit better. Pepper had already left, and she was scrambling to find something cute to throw on. She might not of cared too much about her outfit but, Thayer was going to be there. Her face blushed just at the idea of him as she shimmied on a shirt. Thayer was one of her best friends, and maybe she had started to feel a bit more for him in the past year but, Jenny had never been the confrontational type. Just as she was about to head out the door of her dorm her phone vibrated in her head and she opened a text.

From: Thay
I’ve already started drinking. Who am I going to suck at dancing with if you don't hurry?!

She smiled to herself and typed a quick reply in response as she headed out the door.

To: Thay
I’m on my way I promise! Don’t start having fun without me :) !!

When she finally arrived at the bonfire she surveyed the students who had already gotten there. Her eyes first landed on Brooklyn, her gut twisting, she hadn’t spoken to Brooklyn in a while and she thought it was best if they kept things that way. Much to Jenny’s dismay the two had been on rocky ground, and it didn’t seem like Brook wanted that to change anytime soon. She then noticed Keevan, Drake, and Thayer next to the bonfire, her face lighting up. She made her way over to them, Thayer happened to be facing away from her. She made eye contact with both Drake and Keevan in a ‘don’t say anything’ glance, as she placed her hands over Thayer’s eyes from behind. ”Guess who?”
She lowered her voice slightly to try and make it different, but couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped her lips.


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cayden lawrence
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At first, Cayden had decided not to attend the bonfire. While he didn't have anything against the idea of being with his friends and drinking, he was just having a particularly rough night. For some ungodly reason his anxiety was through the roof, and he had a bitchin headache. He knew how disappointed his friends would be however, if he didn't show up. (Especially Mason). The factor that pushed him to go was the text that he received from Lance. He bit his lip slightly as he read the message, of course he wanted to see Lance but he knew all the people who were going to be attached to his hip at the party and he wasn't too fond of any of them. Cayden had become slightly distant from Lance because of his association with the plastics, but Cayden knew there was still the sweet boy he'd studied with underneath. With a sigh he quickly slipped on an ensemble from his closet, and after a moment slipped a guitar over his shoulder heading out the door, replying to Lance.

To: Lance
When do I ever miss a party? Bringing my guitar if you feel like putting on a show. :)

The bonfire was already in full swing when he got there, and he smiled and waved at a few familiar faces that glanced his way. He immediately spotted Lance, (of course surrounded by Cayden's least favorite students). Cayden could never approach that group willingly, so instead he gave Lance a small smile and wave when he caught his eye before moving over to the drink table, grabbing a cup of alcohol for himself. After all, he'd need it. He just had a feeling he would have to get a little drunk to survive this night.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Air Hirota Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Drake Darby Character Portrait: Katiana Brokenborough

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While people begin to settle more into the cheery atmosphere of the bonfire, and become steadily more buzzed, different collections of people clearly are forming. The most notable of them are the drinking games, as they tend to let out a roar of noise every few minutes as someone lands a good toss, a team wins a game, etc. Amid one such group is Emerson Hill, engaged in a game of drunk jenga that is becoming steadily more perilous with every block drawn. The fact that most of the blocks require someone to take a shot, finish their drink, or do something stupid that they may want to take a drink to brace themselves for, has hardly improved people's mastery at removing pieces. Tipsy as she is, Emerson is still the clear winner among the group in terms of ability to take pieces out of shaky locations with ease. Right now, her hand is on a single piece supporting the entire tower. She looks around at the crowd with a cheeky grin, raising her eyebrows as everyone leans in with suspense. With one smooth motion, she pulls it out, and the entire tower moves down an inch without shaking. She leans back looking like the victor of an olympic medal, to the cheers of the people around her. Reading the dare, Emerson takes another drink.

Her phone buzzes in the pocket of her short denim overalls, and Emerson makes a critical mistake: she pulls it out with a flourish. In this action, her elbow hits the jenga tower and sends it tumbling to the ground. Her face falls with disappointment, though mostly in jest. Someone hands her a can, "Rules are rules."

Erin wrinkles her nose at this. She had been enjoying the game, but the loser has to shotgun beer and she really doesn't want to feel like a frat star at the moment. She sends a quick response to Kat first, and then accepts her fate.

To: Kat
Get ready to be both proud and disappointed in me. Good news: I left my room and also had a poptart so I'm not drinking on an empty stomach. Bad news: I'm about to dishonor what little family I have left.


With that incredibly cryptic message, she puts her phone to the side and makes a valiant effort with the can. She's only done this maybe twice before, always at the bonfire, and it is a sorry sight indeed. If nothing else, she manages to keep it from getting on her clothes. Upon finishing, she feels like an absolute mess and a half. And then she catches sight of Sean and then Petra, one after the other, and immediately wants another drink.





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As soon as Keevan catches sight of Drake approaching, he closes his mouth. He'll tease Thayer about his crush (which is most certainly requited but both members of it are way too deep in it to apparently notice) to the end of the earths in private, but when someone else is near Keevan does something he very rarely does: shuts up about it. This is a true testament to his respect and friendship for Thayer, given what a gossip and chatterbox Keevan otherwise tends to be. "Of course dude, the more the merrier!"

Keevan only really hangs out with Drake when Thayer is also around, but he enjoys the guys company. After all, they're actually in the same year- if anything, it's kind of funny how Drake is sort of Thayer's mentee, while Keevan is his best friend. Perhaps it helps that Keevan and Thayer's talents and interests are sort of on opposite ends whereas Drake has a lot that he and Thayer can work on together. Maybe if Drake were the writer and Keevan into photography, their positions would be flipped.

Likely called over by a text from Thayer, Jenny is the next one to join the group. Keevan tries to suppress a grin, but makes less of an effort to look over at Thayer for the guy's reaction to Jenny being so close behind him. He wonders, in hindsight, if Thayer had secretly hoped the clearly fake falsetto earlier had been coming from the tiny brunette girl standing behind him now.

Before Thayer could even really have a chance to respond, although Keevan suspects it will be with a scarlet blush, a stammer, and then a desperate attempt to seem completely cool and definitely not secretly in love with the girl, another girl bursts into the group. This time, it's Air- the peppy, if slightly ditzy, Influential. Keevan doesn't really know her that well, but she seems nice enough, same as Drake. And that's who she makes a beeline to in the group, completely ignoring the rest of them. Keevan has to scoot a bit out of the way to avoid being knocked over by her in all of her energy. Keevan glances over at the giant fire and grins, he can't help but agree that it is a pretty wicked sights. Perks of having students who can control fire at this school include wicked bonfires and firework displays. Meanwhile all he contributes is a gossip rag.

It's a pretty fun gossip rag, though.





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For the first time that night, something resembling a smile lights itself across Daniel's face when Brooklyn slips herself underneath his arm, something that doesn't require much effort considering the height difference between the two. He has to admit, as she's the first person he genuinely likes to show themselves at the fire Brooklyn did genuinely make his life better by showing up. He hears someone whisper behind him, "I bet Brooklyn likes to party so much because otherwise Daniel's too much of a robot to be decent in bed." With that, the smile immediately vanishes back to his typical blank expression. It's not the comment of him being a robot that bothers him, because in many ways he tends to encourage the rumors that he's an emotionless asshole. Instead, the constant insinuations that he and Brooklyn are dating tend to get under his skin.

It's not even that he has a problem with people thinking that they are together, really. They are typically found side by side at all times anyway. It just irritates him a bit that people feel like they can whisper behind his back without him finding out about it, without consequences. Lions may not need to worry about the opinions of sheep, but that doesn't mean the baaing doesn't get annoying from time to time. He turns a bit, as though cracking his back, and makes direct eye contact with the two who were smiling and chatting behind them. They immediately look away, and he flashes a smile that is more teeth than friendly intentions. Without another word, they push through the crowd to distance themselves, and Daniel's menacing smile fades to a smug expression before turning back towards the rest of the group.

Petra is the next to approach the group, and her immediate comment is on the sobriety of the group. Daniel glances down at the cup in his own hand, still untouched as it will likely remain for the rest of the night. He looks back up at Petra and shrugs, "You all are free to drink- I'll play chaperone."

Every one of them knows that the young man doesn't touch alcohol so long as it can be avoided, and he tends to end up taking care of everyone else when they get a little too messy. And if something is to happen, if someone sees something they shouldn't or makes an untoward comment about one of the group, even if it's about Lance or Lucy, he tends to be the first one to take care of it. His friends are ruthless, certainly, and able to fend for themselves, but he likes to help keep their hands clean where he can. A little bit of sentimentality, perhaps.

In the distance, the student class president for the seniors stands up on a picnic table and calls out for everyone's attention. "Welcome to the summer semester, everyone! We're gonna be starting the first song in a minute, so find your partners, or a comfy sit to watch everyone else have fun fro-" a student at the base of the picnic table shoves at the young man's legs, causing him to stumble, "Okay, okay, don't worry about the fun then. But if anyone is looking for a partner, you know where to find me." The guy winks, and then jumps off the picnic table as the groups of students return to chatter in a dull roar that fills the area.

Daniel turns from watching the speaker back to the group, "Well, if either of you need a dancing partner let me know, but otherwise I'll hang back."

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Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Pepper Collins Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Drake Darby

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Lucy Wood
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Petra had joined them at some point in the night but Lucy had chosen to block she and Daniel out. Her ears only perked up when she heard Lance or Brooklyn's voice. She had heard Lance offer everyone drinks, but she hadn't replied because she'd already gotten a third vodka cranberry from a passing freshman who had freely looked her up and down until she'd cocked an eyebrow at him, holding out her empty cup.

It honestly wasn't that she disliked Petra and Daniel, she just didn't care. They didn't seem to care for her much, besides respecting Brooke's choice of she and Lance as their predecessors. Instead, she kept taking sips from her cup and allowing her eyes to wander, her empty hand resting on her cocked hip. Her eyes had flickered to Drake more than once, but she always made the glance brief for fear of Brooke noticing. Then, she had noticed a girl joining Sean and, the strangest thing about the situation, him letting her. Lucy scoffed and rolled her eyes. It was that Pepper girl. Losers of a feather flock together. She thought to herself, slitting her eyes at the two loners.

"Welcome to the summer semester, everyone! We're gonna be starting the first song in a minute, so find your partners, or a comfy sit to watch everyone else have fun fro-" A student began before being shoved and stumbling over by another person.

So, it was time for the infamous dance. She raised an eyebrow to Lance and smirked, "Are you going in?" Lucy had never seen the dance let alone knew the steps so she was content to find a good seat and watch all the royal court jesters. Maybe if everyone went dancing, Drake wouldn't be too scared to talk to her. Or, if she ran out of patience, she could just sneak away and say hey herself. Of course, there was always the chance that Lance was going to drag her in and let her figure things out. Mentally preparing herself to be socially humiliated before summer term even started, Lucy took another giant sip of her drink.




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Thayer Gallup
{Seventeen - Rising Senior - Outfit: Here - #B6B6B6}
When his eyes had been on Brooklyn's crew, Thayer had noticed how she cuddled up to that Daniel kid and how the students around them had began pointing and whispering. If The Breadbowl posted about a possible budding romance between the two - it may not bug the Unholy Trinirty, or whatever they called themselves, but it would certainly fuel the buzz around school. He took out his camera, snapped a picture while no one was looking, and nudged Keevan was just telling Drake that he was more than welcome to join them, pointing his attention over at Brooke and Daniel. Suddenly, Thayer was blinded by what he guessed were two small hands. A distorted voice said, "Guess who?" and for a small moment he hadn't been sure who it was. Then a giggle gave them away.

Thayer felt his face flush slightly as he realized it was Jenny but he quickly regained his composure and decided to play along, "Uhh..." He started, pretending to think. "Angelina Jolie?" He didn't even wait for her to respond to his joke, though, and instead ducked out from under her grasp as he was pretty sure she was going to swat at him for guessing Brad Pitt's wife instead of her.

Turning to face her, his grin never faltered. She looked beautiful - as she always did, and the way the fire light mixed with the moonlight made her skin look a glowy orange. Marvelous. Thayer thought silently. He had been working on a portfolio focusing on using light from other sources besides natural light and usual sources such as lamps and lightbulbs and this shot would be a great addition.

Thayer's camera was still out from taking a picture of Brooke and Daniel so he muttered a quick, "Stay put" as he moved his head to Drake slightly, calling his attention over. He made small comments as he played with the settings, "This one jumps between modes: portrait, sport, scenery, etc...Here I'm going to increase this so the colors don't get washe out....Flash off...You know this effect because it's what we added to your shot last week...Make sure it's focused...Double check the white balance..." The camera made an audible click and Thayer held the camera out so he and Drake could check it out.

Before he could show the rest of the group, the announcement that the dance was about to begin came on. It was he and Jenny's pre-summer term tradition to get really drunk and make fun of the underclassmen who were trying so hard to follow the steps they hadn't yet learned. Thayer brought his eyes to meet Jenny's and smirked, sticking his camera back in his bag. Then he turned to the drinks table, poured two shots of Vodka, and held one out to Jenny. "My lady. May we get even drunker and laugh harder this year than all the others." He downed his painfully as she took the one he'd poured for her.

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Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Air Hirota Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Drake Darby

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Brooklyn had a good feeling her arrival did make her group's life better. She was aware of the neutrality among them. The members of the Unholy Trinity as they've been called behind their backs and Brooklyn's popular-kids-in-training were not as close of friends as people liked to believe. Brooklyn was aware she was the glue holding all of them together and it was as ego building as it was exhausting. But hey, no one said being a Queen was easy.

Minor chatter filled the group until Petra finally arrived. Her mention of the group's sobriety was both truth and tragedy. It wasn't a party until everyone was wasted. "I'll take a drink if you're offering, love." Brooklyn wouldn't turn down a drink if Lance was offering.

"You all are free to drink- I'll play chaperone." Brooklyn had a feeling Daniel would try to play the adult since he was better at it than her. She was looking forward to trying to get him wasted since it was their last bonfire, but old habits die hard. "Boo!... Fine, but I'm getting a dance tonight from you if you're not drinking. I'll be nice so you can wait until everyone's too drunk to remember your dancing skills." Or lack thereof, but Brooklyn wouldn't point that out tonight. Tonight was about fun and recklessness, her two favorite things.

Brooklyn took a drink from Lance and downed it with one gulp. It wasn't enough to do anything, but she'll be party hyped having her party favor. Brooklyn fingered her phone case which hid tiny, candy-looking tablets. It was a small dose compared to what she's used to, but her parents monitor her spending so taking out a large sum of cash would be a red flag. It would be enough to get her party on though. It was easy to hide it when the class president made an announcement about the first dance of the night. A simple sleight of hand and those pills were down her throat and into her system. Time to get her party on.

"Let's dance!" Petra's hand was the first one offered and Brooke was quick to grab it, almost pulling her to the floor. "I BETTER SEE YOU BOTH OUT THERE TONIGHT!" She shouted to her minis. It didn't take long for Brooklyn to get into the rhythm of the music and people were eager to be seen dancing next to the Queen and her BFF on the dance floor. Brooklyn didn't care at the moment she was too busy having fun.




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lX【 Rising Junior | Power | #aa0909 | HERE

"Sorry man, I would've brought it, but I'm as dedicated as you." Drake teased. "We'll get a lesson in this week." Drake did love photography, but the love between Drake and his camera wasn't as intense as Thayer's love for his. He had missed their annual photo sessions and he wanted to show Thayer this new camera trick he found for taking pictures. The guy probably knew it already, but Drake would one up his master one day.

It didn't take long for Drake to notice a sneaking Jenny behind Thayer. He caught her look of 'don't say anything' and hid a smile as he took a drink from his cup. The two of them were so oblivious to the crushes they had on each other. It was cute, but Drake wanted them to just kiss already. It reminded him of every romance movie he marathoned with Genevive. Their 'girls' night' only blew half of Drake's man cred.

The way Thayer looked at her after playing a game of guess who with her was precious. To Drake, they were perfect for each other. Drake is the captain of Thayervive ship. Jenny is like his big sister and Thayer is his mentor so he couldn't ask for a better pairing. When Thayer stopped to take a picture of her, Drake couldn't help the knowing grin he shot Genevive from behind Thayer. He was listening to Thayer's advice and absorbing the information, but he wanted to pull a Sebastian and start singing 'Kiss the Girl.' He couldn't help the line he whispered to Thayer, "Are you going to add that to your personal collection?"

A pair of arms grabbed him from behind and Drake found his favorite skateboarder attached to them. Air was one of his closest friends at the academy, mostly due to her constantly needing him for homework and their annual Dance Dance Revolution battles. A smile came across his face as he gave her a proper hug. "Hey yourself! The fire is super big although they could add another layer of wood to the outer frame of the fire. They'd have to birch or pine to keep the light going on the fire. Darker woods burn longer, but produce more heat and less light. I guess since we have some students with fire abilities so it's not a big effort and- and I realized I've been ranting about how to make a fire." Drake sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Nerd much?"

When the class president began his speech about the annual first dance, Drake could feel himself freeze. He wasn't a terrible dancer since he is credited as number one on the Dance Dance Revolution machine at the local arcade, but he didn't feel like showing off his amateur skills in front of the popular kids. The last thing he needed was for them to have more ammunition against him. He took a drink from his cup, relishing in the slight burn.

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Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Cayden Lawrence Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Drake Darby

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Jenny bit her lip slightly to contain her smile as he placed his hands over hers. ”Uhh… Angelina Jolie?” She rolled her eyes, laughing at his teasing and was prepared to give him a proper shove. However, he already knew this was coming. He quickly ducked out as her way, wearing his signature goofy grin. He looked handsome as always, a slight pink color appearing on her cheeks. She hoped it didn’t show. Even though Thayer had ducked out of the way she still leaned over poking him in the chest gently, shaking her head with a smile. ”Angelina Jolie?! You are, quite possibly, the biggest dork I know”.

Jenny watched his eyes fall intently into focus, and she had dubbed this his ‘camera face’. She had always thought it was quite cute when he concentrated on his photography, it was like he was in his own little world. This time, the subject was her. “Stay put” he said quietly as he aimed the camera at Jenny and she tried not to blush again. Thayer was always taking pictures of anything he came across, and Genevive had been a big help in some of his shoots. No matter how many times she was in front of the camera lens, it never made her any less nervous. As Thayer coached Drake about the proper way and technique to use a camera in this lighting Jenny tried not to fidget any so he could take a good picture. She had a soft smile on her face, as she heard the camera click, not even realizing she had been holding her breath the entire time.

Jenny turned her head sharply to the speakers as a small speech was made about this summer, followed by a thumping bass. The dance had started. Jenny turned back to Thayer with a grin, as he was already getting started with pouring two shots for the both of them. Jenny was never a heavy drinker or a huge ‘party girl’ but this was the one night a year where she just let go to have fun with her best friend. Thayer handed her the shot, in a toast. ”My lady. May we get even drunker and laugh harder this year than all the others.” Jenny laughed with a nod of her head, ”To bad decisions, and best friends” she clinked the shot glass with Thayer’s before downing the shot, the liquid burning slightly in her throat.

After adjusting slightly to the shot she took a step back, and began moving slightly to the beat on her heels. She waggled her eyebrows teasingly at Thayer and then to Drake and Keevan, ”Last one to the dance floor is a rotten egg” before sashaying to the beat to the dance floor, and strangely enough she left a trail of daisies in her wake. They bloomed everytime her feet would touch a new spot in the grass. When Jenny drank, her powers got… a little less controllable.


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cayden lawrence
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Cayden’s phone buzzed and he checked the text a small smile appearing on his face.

You already know the answer to that, fuck yeah. We're the most musically inclined, it'll be good as fuck.


He raised his eyes across the bonfire to Lance’s, who happened to be staring directly at him. Cayden just cocked his head slightly to the side a small smirk on his lips. He had always enjoyed Lance’s company and friendship, he’d just wish that he didn’t pick such shitty friends to hang out with. Not to mention Lance had begun picking up the tendencies of the plastics and it was becoming exhausting for Cayden to keep up with.

He was abruptly taken out of his thoughts as someone ran into him, tipping the glass in his hands spilling it. ”Shit!” He said sharply in surprise, raising his eyes to the culprit. Air. He groaned slightly, she probably hadn’t even noticed she bumped into him. Thankfully, his shoes were the only thing tainted by the alcohol. ”Great. What a great start.” He muttered to himself turning to get some water from the table, grabbing a couple napkins. He tried his best to salvage what he could, scrubbing furiously but they were definitely stained.

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Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Minami Nomura Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Emerson Hill Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Katiana Brokenborough

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Thayer's impromptu photo shoot of Jenny is perhaps the most blatant show of his affection yet, although the two of them are perhaps so blinded by their own crush that they can't see the feelings in the flash of the camera and Thayer's affectionate attention to detail. Behind them, the announcement that the dance is soon beginning is made. Keevan scans the crowd to try and pick out every new match that is dancing together tonight. Some of them are just friends joking around, some have simply grabbed the person nearest to them because they desperately want to feel truly included in the basically meaningless tradition.

Keevan is more interested in those who are nervously asking a crush to dance, or who are pointedly dancing with someone other than their significant other. The making and breaking of a couple is the most interesting part, to the young writer, with the rest of it often just feeling like fluff and filler. Of course, having never succeeded in a relationship for more than a few weeks, he hardly has an experienced approach to relationships. Keevan tends, instead, to fall for people he can't have, pine for three months or so, and then move on to another person just out of reach. He's too much of a romantic to take part in real romance. And yet, not so much of a romantic that he isn't interested in bringing the private out to the public. A celebration of human interaction, he would call his love for gossip. As a writer, he's always been good at sugarcoating.

"Why don't you two break tradition for once and go dance as a duo?" Keevan smiles at his own suggestion, giving Thayer a meaningful look that he believes to be subtle but is in fact quite transparent.

"After all, this may very well be Thayer's last summer here, right? Oh, lord, I think I may make myself cry thinking of that," Keevan mocks wiping a tear from his eye, but the thought of Thayer's graduation does bring him genuine pain. What would he do without his roommate and best friend? What if he gets bunked up with some obnoxious busybody his senior year? Certainly two of those in one room would become incredibly grating.

Jenny has a similar thought, challenging them all to a race to the dance floor. Keevan laughs as she darts off, and as soon as she's out of earshot looks over at Thayer and gives him an encouraging nudge. "No dancing as a group for this song, big guy. I want to see hands around waist, with at least two feet of space in between you. Wouldn't want to feel too intimate, would you?" He gently pushes Thayer forward so that the ginger will be the closest behind Jenny. Keevan, for his part, hangs back a few seconds and winks at Drake who is just as aware of the situation as he is.




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Emerson, thankfully, is pulled out of her little moment of melancholy by a friendly figure appearing and giving her a much needed hug. She looks over and immediately the wistful expression melts away to one of happiness at the sight of Mina, one of her absolute favorite people at this school. "Want to show those guys how it's really played?" Em follows the line of Mina's gesture to see a table at which a group of people are playing or spectating flip cup. Fond of any sort of competition, and at this moment very in favor of anything that leads to her having a few more drinks to chase away the sad nostalgia that is caught in her throat at the moment, Emerson gives Mina a tight squeeze back.

"That is exactly what I want to do right now- are you sure you weren't admitted to this school as a telepath? Have you been poking around my brain by any chance?" Em jokes. Of course, anyone who has seen any of Mina's art will know without hesitation why the talented artist was admitted to Laurel. As far as Em is concerned, Mina's art puts her inventions to shame. She could sit in a room and watch Mina work for hours without getting bored, which is saying quite a lot considering how Em tends to be quite antsy when not working on her own tinkering projects.

Em grabs Mina's hand and drags her over to the flip cup table, where they are met with more drinks and a cocky group certain of their victory. What they have not counted on are Em and Mina's fine motor skills, both quite adept for separate reasons.

The text from Kat buzzes in Em's pocket, but she is too caught up in the game to check the phone, quickly draining the drink in her cup and going into deep focus mode as she flips it over after three tries. She can normally do it in one, but Em would be lying if she said the alcohol was not affecting her in any way. Already her normally quick hands are starting to slow a little bit. In her attempt to cheer up, she had certainly had a few too many drinks. To be fair, most of the damage had come from that game of drunk Jenga earlier.

Kat arrives as Mina is taking her turn, giving Em the freedom to glance over at her friend and give her a large, almost sheepish smile. She already knows that Kat will be coming with a good-hearted scolding. "I'm not hungry! The poptarts were brown sugar, too, which makes them the least junk-foody of the poptarts. And I had two of them. Where's your drink? Oh, Kat, I'm going to feel silly if everyone else is more put together than me."

This, of course, is inevitable. Even when she is completely sober, most people seem to be better put together than Em.




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Daniel raises an eyebrow at Petra's challenge, but it one that he feels completely comfortable rising to. As cold as he seems, Daniel is actually quite good at taking care of other people when they get a bit too sloppy. Perhaps it is from his efficient control that this skill comes from. There may not always be warmth in the way he takes care of people, but he will without fail have a drunk friend tucked into bed with a glass of water and two aspirins on their bedside table for them in the morning. He has had to do this for many friends in the past, especially since several in his clique have a penchant for partying.

Brooklyn demands a future dance out of Daniel, to which he responds with an indulgent smile and an expression that makes it clear he is quite confident he'll be able to get out of it later. For all of his skills and talents, Daniel has two left feet, and prefers to avoid showcasing the weakness to the entire school. The smile fades quickly as he catches sight of something.

Most people would not catch Brooklyn's sleight of hand, but Daniel has always been the one who sees through magicians' acts. Besides, he and Brooklyn have been friends for nearly as long as he has been at Laurel, and the young woman would have trouble slipping anything past someone who has paid such close attention to her for so long.

Of course, Daniel does not say anything, because he would never do such a thing in front of other people. Truth be told, he is unlikely to do it in front of even just Brooklyn. Daniel is less inclined towards a confrontational intervention and more someone who works through small, subtle acts. He makes a note to keep a close eye on Brooklyn and Petra alike tonight. As they both disappear into the crowd of dancers, he remains back, but still able to see them over the heads of others. He is a silent guard, a watchmen in the night. Perhaps the perceived positions of the group are inaccurate. It seems that Brooklyn and Petra are more like a pair of co-ruling queens, and Daniel the one who watches and protects them.

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Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen

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Thayer Gallup
{Seventeen - Rising Senior - Outfit: Here - #B6B6B6}
”To bad decisions, and best friends.”

Thayer's smirk never faltered as Jenny spoke, clinking her glass with his. It was always good to see when she let herself loose on nights like tonight. She seemed to be worrying about something constantly, even though everytime he asked she assured him it was nothing. Thayer had known her long enough to be sure that wasn't true.

That wasn't going to be on his mind tonight, though. As she sauntered off towards the dance floor, making it a competition out of getting their first, his eyes just followed her, happy that whatever usually occupied her mind didn't seem to be home tonight.

Suddenly remembering Keevan's comment, "Why don't you two break tradition for once and go dance as a duo?" that he'd said just before Jenny was out of earshot, he turned and rammed his elbow into his best friend's gut. Luckily, it didn't seem as though she had heard his remark (or at least she had acted as if she didn't). As Thayer turned to scold him, he opened his mouth once more and added, "No dancing as a group for this song, big guy. I want to see hands around waist, with at least two feet of space in between you. Wouldn't want to feel too intimate, would you?" Then he'd shoved further towards the dance floor.

With half a mind to go back, and the other half to do it and just use Keevan's taunting as a motive for action, he hesitated standing in no man's land. He wasn't quite on the outskirts where those who choose to sit back and watch reside but he also isn't yet in the space used for dancing. Rubbing the back of his neck with downcast eyes, a small smile tugged at the corner of Thayer's lips and a breathy chuckle escaped his mouth as he notices the trail of daisies Jenny left in her trot to dance.

What a lightweight.
He thought, rolling his eyes before jogging over to where she's dancing. "No breadcrumbs?" Thayer teased, motioning down to the flowers littered in the grass. "I literally gave you one shot. Unless-" He feigned shock, throwing one hand over his heart. "Did little Jenny pregame? Or are you just that much of a lightweight?" Using the liquid courage he'd already had four cups of, he offered her an uncharacteristic wink, sure that he looked ridiculous doing so.

There was a battle going on in his mind, his want to dance, really dance with Jenny this time mixed with the courage from the alcohol and Keevan's comment about it being his last year, last chance, versus the unknown. The two had been close for years and he'd never picked up on any sign pointing to her having feeling for him as he did for her. It was too soon. He wasn't ready. He couldn't do it. His hesitation was definitely noticeable for anyone watching the two close enough, which he was sure Keevan was.

He had already opened his mouth in case he was able to force the words out, so now he closed it again. It opened again a few seconds later and still he could get no words to come out. Damn it! He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Usually the alcohol made him braver and more fun, not stupid and mute. Offering her an apologetic look, he shrugged, sighed, and gave up, closing his mouth again.

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Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Minami Nomura Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Pepper Collins Character Portrait: Asher Blanche Character Portrait: Emerson Hill Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Air Hirota Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Cayden Lawrence Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Drake Darby Character Portrait: Katiana Brokenborough Character Portrait: Soledad Núñez Character Portrait: Mason Hart

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[Sorry if this time skip seems a little bit abrupt, but in the interest of moving things along I'm going to jump further on in the night. If no one has any posts for that, then we'll skip to morning.]


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A few hours have passed since the night's festivities began. The music is still playing and people are still drinking, but the night is looking to be on its way to winding down. Those with less energy have started to leave for bed, and thus those who are more inclined towards energy and chatter and whatnot are the ones who tend to remain.

Time: Midnight
Weather: Scattered clouds, comfortable temperature