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Petra Kingsley

if our demons cannot dance, neither can we

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a character in “Laurel Academy {Remake}”, as played by rubytuesday

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{ "I bury memories so they become skeletons in a closet,
only now it’s more like a cemetery."
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Name
Petra Alexandra Kingsley
{peh-truh, al-ex-zarn-druh, king-slee}

Age & Grade
seventeen, senior

Number of Years at Laurel
nine
(here since she was eight years old)

Sexual Orientation
bisexual, panromantic

Group?
power

Talent/Family Industry/Power
telekinesis






ImageStrengths
impressive memory (which aids in her studies, and also in her holding of grudges) | skilled pianist, and has a pleasant singing voice as well | arguing and debate | cunning (perhaps not the most admirable quality, but a strength, as far as she is concerned) | confident (at least outwardly) | brave (almost to the point of arrogance) | (actually, definitely to the point of arrogance) | intelligent (perhaps not to the degree of the academically 'gifted' students, but her grades are certainly nothing to sniff at) |


Weaknesses
a double-edged sword, her bravery falls into an arrogance that is sometimes falsely placed | overly proud | struggles to let go of grudges | has a weak hold on her powers when in strongly emotional states, which is dangerous to both herself and those around her | gets exhausted/tired easily | a lightweight when it comes to alcohol | overly prideful | prone to saying things in the moment that she regrets later | terrible at cooking and baking |


Fears
being exposed, and revealing any hint of vulnerability- she is someone who takes pride in her cold exterior, her seeming immunity to being shaken. The thought of losing that, and being 'weak' in any way terrifies her. She is also terrified of losing the few people she actually cares about, or worse, being rejected by them. Hence, she is extremely protective, and also keeps the number of people in her close circles to a minimum. Less risk, that way. Finally, she gets slightly claustrophobic, and is quick to grow anxious when feeling 'trapped' or stuck in a small, enclosed space. She prefers to avoid elevators whenever she can, and in situations when such a move is obvious, she has to 'shut herself out' a little, putting music in her ears or closing her eyes, or fighting to think herself away from the situation.


Secrets
in many ways, her fears are her secrets, for she keeps them hidden away in a bid to appear as undaunted as possible. Her other secrets, however, include but are not limited to her assault at the hands of her cousin when she was twelve (her reaction the final straw in her and her mother's disintegrating relationship). Every time she cries is another secret, for she forces back her tears or hides away before such an act is witnessed. Not that she cries often.





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{ manipulative, ruthless, charismatic, indomitable }
For all her manipulative tendencies, Petra does not fear honesty. She can be brutal in her comments, particularly when her patience is wearing thin or she has found a point of disdain for whomever she is engaged with. Just as often, however, her insults are veiled; poisonous remarks delivered with an equally venomous smile. She is a viper of a girl, and does not hesitate if tempted to bite. Often, it is sheer ruthlessness driving her, for when a goal is in mind she tends to act with a dangerous and often merciless ferocity. Even when her confidence is absent, a facade is there to mend the gaps, and keep the truth of her vulnerability hidden. She is a talented liar, and knows how to put on a good show when necessary.

When around those she truly cares about- and they are few and far between, she's far softer. Still cool, and quick to bite, still frightened of being weak and dedicated to maintaining her pride, but softer. Her walls are just a little less high, a genuine laugh a little quicker to pass her lips, a true smile a touch faster to her face. She is a creature of chaos, prone to continuing the mess to maintain her own strange type of stability, but loyalty and trust is precious to her, and it is the one thing she prays retains its security in her constant discord.

As dark as her personality might seem, there is a strange magnetism to Petra- a confidence that is almost addictive in its flow. She radiates a natural charisma that charges a room, and incites fascination. Her confidence helps her to feel at ease when the centre of attention, although her aura is just as quick to unnerve as it is to intrigue. When her emotions are kept in check, as they are, more often than not, her words are pure silver. She has a sharp wit and a deadly charming eloquence that aids her in both casual conversation and in the manipulative machinations that she occasionally involves herself in- typically for vindictive purposes. Her humour is also a tad dark at times, although she enjoys the lightness of banter and raillery, and doses of teasing sarcasm and dry humour. She is quick to tease, far more playful around her aforementioned friends.

Even more fearsome than her powers in perhaps her will, for she is seldom intimidated and never broken. She is frightening when she wants to be, and it often seems as through fear is a foreign concept to her, for all the unease she reveals in her character. She is most fearsome when protecting herself and those close to her, and the latter are a particularly dangerous thing for anyone to consider harming, and would be even if her powers were nonexistent.







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Likes
scented candles | having the last word | cool-toned lipsticks | chocolate anything | minimalist tattoos | adrenaline | bravery | red wine | powerful people (not in the sense of money, but in the sense of character- imposing, impressive people delight and intrigue her) | vindication | her abilities (...sometimes) | winning | horror films (Carrie is a personal favourite, and she left the dvd out once intentionally- her mother was rightfully unsettled) | overcast weather | thunderstorms and rain | feeling protected (although she'll always insist that she can protect herself just fine) | stargazing | museums, libraries and art galleries | minimalism | independent films | hot showers | playing the piano (and the sound of the piano, in general) | quiet moments of pensiveness | classic literature

Dislikes
her mother (a feeling decidedly warranted) | criticism, particularly when it is especially harsh, or lacks constructivism | her abilities (...sometimes) | conservative views | bigotry (say what you will about her... but she's far from discriminatory; she hates everyone equally) | her own shortcomings and insecurities | 'night worries' | corruption | medical dramas | ignorance | small, enclosed spaces | unnecessarily 'gendered' products | peanut butter | crowds | the taste of beer and cigarettes (although she does smoke, every now and then)





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Petra's life is one divided into two parts- before her powers surfaced, and afterwards. Prior, her life was decidedly pleasant. Born to decidedly wealthy parents (though not quite to the degree of her 'influential' classmates) she seldom had material wants. Her mother, Joan Kingsley, is a best-selling author and life coach, whilst her father, Lance Kingsley was, before his passing, a renowned plastic surgeon often hired by top celebrities. He died when Petra was only four, after a long and silent battle with depression.

Following Lance's death, Joan remained decidedly close with her in-laws, continuing the carry the name Kingsley, and act as a member of the Kingsley family (she'd long since grown estranged from her own family, due to a history of emotional abuse that she would eventually grow to replicate). Lance's death hit Petra hard, and she never quite recovered from the grief. Or so she claims, in yet another one of her best-selling books, which remained on the New York Times Best-Seller list for a solid three months.

Before her powers emerged, Petra's relationship with her mother was fairly tepid- they weren't extremely close, and Petra tended to branch out towards others for affection, relying on friends as opposed to family. Her in-laws were caring, though, and spoiled her rotten, but turned a blind eye to her mother's occasional emotional negligence. When her powers, emerged, however, what was previously a habit of brushing off and ignoring turned into a propensity for cruelty. Petra's powers terrified and disgusted her mother, who considered them something unnatural and unholy. The woman became colder, and more angry, prone to constant put-downs and increasingly high standards. Petra became an unwelcome guest in her own home, and this treatment only worsened when, at thirteen years old, Petra's nineteen year old cousin was staying with them for Thanksgiving. He attempted to assault her, and her powers reacted defensively, throwing him against the wall with force enough that the action fractured multiple bones. Her mother was enraged, and punished her severely. Petra never told her mother the reason her powers reacted in such a way- but she didn't need to. She was and is well aware that her mother already knows- she just doesn't care.

Despite the morbidity of her home life, Petra fit very well into school life. Although not as wealthy as her 'influential' classmates, her familial fame coupled with her cool and ambitious nature had her fit in rather well with the privileged and powerful. Her circle of friends is small, but her influence is great, and she finds that, despite her tendency to act blase, she loves her time spent at the school far more than she'd ever openly admit.






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So begins...

Petra Kingsley's Story

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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: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Cayden Lawrence
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Pulling up in his elder brother, Miguel's, truck he'd get out before waving towards the elder male blowing a kiss and winking. His brother rolled his eyes, as he pulled off leaving the male standing there alone. He would walk over, before the ding of his phone would come to his ears. Reading the text message:

Third fire on the left, right by the drinks table. Prime seating. You're welcome. x

Thanks babes <3, just got here lemme get there. xoxo

He'd send a text back before he'd walk through the decently crowded area before he'd lay eyes on Lucy. His best friend, and partner in crime. Lucelot would be soon to roam the school once more. He'd rush over towards her with a wink, as he would speak in a playful manner. "Already getting the little kids to get your drinks, Princess? Get me one to please doll," he asked the sophomore before he'd take a spot standing next to Lucy. Now all they were waiting for was the school's empirical rulers, the Unholy Trinity. Lance's role models, and idols. They were the solidity in his life, nobody bothered them. By association, nobody bothered him. Being one of Brooklyn's friends, or minions as people often called him and Lucy had it's perks. Not a lot of people tried to get on their bad side. His ocean colored eyes started as he took out his phone sending a message quickly to someone that Brooklyn had not been very fond of, Cayden Lawrence.

Hey, you coming?

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If Daniel could have his way, the annual bonfire would be quieter and come with a guest list. While he does enjoy the occasional party, it tends to be those that are small and expensive, and certainly more exclusive than the high school's yearly lakeside romp is. The party is always loud, most of the students are incredibly drunk, and it's full to the brim of people that Daniel normally only has to see in class or quickly walking past him avoiding eye contact. For someone considered the cream of the crop, Daniel certainly likes to avoid most people when possible. The young man wouldn't consider himself an introvert by any means, but he is very selectively extroverted- he is happy to be around people he admires or likes, they are just a very sparse crowd.

Still, the young man approaches the wild scene, his height making him easily spotted in a group. He briefly stands among a small group while pouring himself a drink that he will not be drinking (Daniel only drinks when pressed to, but prefers to stay away from things that might force him to give up any bit of control over his own senses), and then turns to look around for Petra, Brooklyn, or someone else that he might consider tolerable here. After all, it is for them that he comes to these things. It's a mandatory social function for them to make appearances at, and if nothing else it's sometimes interesting to watch some of the more careless students clumsily make fools of themselves.

As if thinking about fools will make them appear, Daniel catches sight of Lance and Lucy. The two of them are favorites of Brooklyn, and to be fair Daniel understands why. The pair are attractive, ambitious, and charismatic. That being said, he still thinks of them as silly underclassmen, and believes they lack the ruthlessness that he finds so endearing in both Brooklyn and Petra. There is time for them, of course, but their vulnerabilities are still occasionally left exposed like the belly of puppies not yet aware of how to properly defend themselves. They are clear choices for Brooklyn's pets, and it's clear why Brooklyn would be the one picking out successors. Daniel is far more discriminatory in who he likes, and he doubts there are many underclassmen whom would be fit for him to take them under his wing. His combination of coldness and charisma can be difficult to find, after all.

Daniel heads over towards Lucy and Lance, as they are people whom he is at least fairly friendly towards. And if nothing else, where they are Brooklyn and Petra might eventually appear, making this crowded event significantly more tolerable. As an after thought, Daniel sends the two of them a text.

To: Petra and Brooklyn
If I find out you two are skipping out on this and leaving me among all these miserable fools, I will put chili pepper flakes on your mascara brushes.


The threat is only a joke, of course, but Daniel's patience with this party is genuinely thin. "Better hope they don't spit in your drinks," he comments dryly upon reaching Lucy and Lance.

"Have you seen your mother around?" he adds the question on. If Brooklyn is Lance and Lucy's mom, then perhaps Daniel is the emotionally distant father who wasn't really sure he wanted kids in the first place. But now he has them, so he may as well look out for them or else it will look poorly on him.




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Keevan makes no attempt to mask his amusement at Thayer's characteristically over the top reaction to his little joke. He laughs from the belly, so hard that his sides begin to hurt from the ordeal. Feigning wiping away tears, Keevan returns to an upright position. At Thayer's mention of getting a drink Keevan raises his own cup as a sort of salute in agreement, "Well, if you are going to get a new one I better start fresh as well, so we can match each other."

With that, Keevan lifts his drink to his mouth and chugs it with a spirited effort. Once finished, he winks, "Oh, but that puts you one behind me, bud."

When they reach the keg, Keevan refills his cup and nods approvingly as Thayer easily drains half of his own full solo cup. He can't help but think of how much he's going to miss this ginger fool when Thayer graduates next year and leaves Keevan all by himself for an entire year (or more, depending on where they end up going to school). What will Keevan do without his partner-in-crime, his Jimmy Olsen (not that he's exactly Clark Kent Material), the Scully to his Mulder? He pushes the thought away and follows Thayer up by putting away half of his drink as well. Keevan does not intend to be outdone in this Breadbowl staff drinking contest which he has just made up in his mind.

Keevan perks up immediately when his friend mentions Jenny, and no mention of another person is enough to distract the young man from his best friend's mention of the girl that he secretly (but not subtly) has feelings for. And like a proper journalist, he immediately jumps onto the lead.

"Which Jenny is this again? The one you constantly talk about? Is this the Jenny that you get googly eyes around when you think she's not paying attention? The one that you'll blush at the mention of? That Jenny? Is that the Jenny you're asking me about?" his smile is wicked but not cruel. He takes another long drink of his beer, the excitement of teasing Thayer making him work up a bit of a thirst. When Thayer hands him a fresh cup he takes it and refills it without pause.

"No, I haven't seen that Jenny around. If she were here, I'm sure your spidey senses would have alerted you long before I'd ever see her anyway, eh, Romeo? But after you guys have your totally platonic just friends annual dance, I'm stealing you away to be my partner in beer pong- don't you forget me," Keevan raises his cup gesturing for Thayer to cheers with him to seal the contract.

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Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn
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"Yes, Mom... I know. My grades will be better going into senior year... Fine, I promise no principal visits... Okay, bye I love-" She hung up before Brooklyn finish. Brooklyn shoved her phone into her clutch, not wanting to take her anger out on the thing. Neither of her parents wanted to join Anthony and her on the drive to Laurel. Work is priority over either of them so it wasn't shocking that they weren't attending. Her older brother gave her a squeeze on the shoulder, attempting to comfort her. She gave him a fake smile before turning to stare out the window.

They parked on the outskirts of the party. Brooklyn admired the fire as it danced in the sky, reminding her of a ballet routine she did as a child. She attempted to get out of the car, but found it unlocked. Without saying a word, Anthony took her clutch and began to rummage through it. "I believe my therapist said we should begin the trusting phase of my rehabilitation." She said with a scowl, attempting to reach for the bag. Her brother frowned and help it out of her grasp. Damn him for being taller. "And I know you so that shrink can stick his doctorate up his ass." The last thing she wanted was for a fight to start. It'd take forever and she wasn't about to miss the first party of the year. Her brother sighed, handing her clutch and phone back to her. Brooklyn smirked at him as he got back into the car. Before driving off, he spoke to her, "I know you've got the doctors fooled, but please quit this. I'd rather plan your wedding than a funeral." Those words, while sounding cold to outside ears, meant the world to her. Anthony was one of the few people who cared and he cried when he first heard of her addiction. 'He's too good a person to get dragged into her shit' as she ran her finger down her phone that happened to have a hidden compartment that her brother didn't know about.

Strutting through the crowd, the people parted like the sea. Brooklyn commanded attention like the rightful queen she is and her rule could be called a dictatorship. Those people were just jealous like everyone is when they aren't deemed acceptable for her clique. Speaking of, she spotted her lovely group around the fire, minus Petra, her BFF. She quick shot off a text in her, Daniel, and Petra's group chat, smiling after reading Daniel's earlier text.

Peetie, I expect your presence soon. I might take Daniel up on that offer if you're a no show >:)

She moved closer to her friends, tucking herself under Daniel's arm. It would encourage the rumors that the two of them were together and Brooklyn would have a good laugh if it made the Breadbowl. Daniel might not like it so much, but he'd get over it. She gave him her most innocent smile, knowing he'd shrug it off. "Congratulations, I'm here! All of your lives just got better." Taking stock of who's arrived and who's yet to arrive. She had to get Thayer to take pictures of her tonight. She missed teasing him too. "So, what have I missed? "




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Drake wasn't the type to spend hours getting ready for a party. He normally threw on a clean pair of jeans, one of his many superhero shirts, and a pair of chucks. Now, he was going through his limited wardrobe to find something. Drake looked nice with his flannel and black pants. However, underneath was a Spiderman shirt, for luck. Tonight would be different than last year or the year before. It had to be. Drake was tired of being the awkward nerd who people thought they needed to protect him or take him under their wing. He did appreciate it since it's made him plenty of new friends, but he wanted to be the cool guy. While he loved Peter Parker, he wanted to be a Tony Stark, the suave cool one that everyone wanted to befriend. Although, if he was talking Avengers, he'd was more like Bruce Banner. Spiderman wasn't an original Avenger, but- 'Focus! If you go down that train of thought, you won't ever make it to the party.'

Only a few can sit through one of Drake's lectures on the history of comic books. One of them was his roommate, Asher Blanche, was one of the few who could tolerate it. He is his best friend at Laurel and now roommate. Drake hopes they'll get to hang out at the party. Drake remembers one time they- A buzz from Drake's phone brought him away from his reminiscing. A text from his friend and mentor when it came to photography. Looking at the time stamp, Drake grabbed his keys and phone before dashing out of his room. He completely lost track of time!
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Drake was out of breathe when he finally made it to the fire. He leaned back on one of the many trees surrounding the area, scanning the area while trying to make air get into his lungs. He spotted Thayer and Keevan. Drake wished he remembered to grab his camera so they could get a lesson in, but this is a party so maybe they could just hang. He spotted Sean, but didn't feel like starting off the night with the guy. They had a shaky friendship that only started due to Sean accidently using his power on the guy. To this day, Drake doesn't know if they are real friends or not. Finally, he noticed the popular kids. Lance wasn't so bad and Daniel ignored him which was okay, but Brooklyn made it her personal mission to ruin his life. Drake would keep his distance from her. However, Lucy was over there so he dared to sneak some looks. He noticed her the first day she arrived at school. She was in his science class and Drake would admit he spent most of that class staring like an idiot. The material was easy to him and he wanted to offer help to her, but Brooke decided she was going to be her next mean girl. It was unfortunate, because she seemed like a nice girl and Drake hoped she wouldn't be one of his crushes that nothing came of. Call him naΓ―ve, but he still had some hope. He shot her smile when she looked his way before turning his head so he wouldn't capture the group's attention. Drake sent a text to Asher, wherever he was.

Hey man! I'm at the firepit, let's do something crazzzzy!!!

Asher would show up soon, but he had Thayer and Keevan for now. He filled himself a solo cup, taking careful sips so there won't be a repeat of sophomore year. He's been labeled lightweight ever since. He walked up to the guys. "Have room for one more?"

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Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Lance Aguilar Character Portrait: Brooklyn Winslet Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Petra Kingsley Character Portrait: Genevive Rosen
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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
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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.

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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.

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Lance rolled his eyes towards Daniel's comment, he had been fond of Daniel. He hadn't treated him terribly, but he still treated Lucy and Lance as children. They were, compared to them, but he still didn't understand the point. He should've been helping mold them into the next leaders, not viewing them as impudent children. His face lit up when he saw Brooklyn approach. Ignoring Daniel's comment about the spit in their drinks as the kid came back with both Lucy and Lance's drinks. Taking it from the kid he'd wink and the kid would dash off. "Congratulations, I'm here! All of your lives just got better. So, what have I missed?," her voice rang clearly through his ears, shortly after Petra's rang as well. "Judging from the general sobriety, I take it I haven't missed anything too interesting". Lance shrugged. "Nothing really, just a few freshmen running about trying their first drops of freedom," he'd speak before he caught the sight of Cayden. Biting his lip the male would take his phone out and send a text to him.

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

He'd slide his phone in his pocket before taking a drink from his cup, and he'd simply stare at Cayden. "You guys need a drink?, he asked both Brooklyn and Petra.

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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.

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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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"You guys need a drink?"

Raising her glass and shaking it pointedly, Petra smirked.

"Way ahead of you."

"You all are free to drink- I'll play chaperone."

"How noble."

Her smirk grew a touch wider at Daniel's comment, and she responded with in jesting sarcasm, well aware of how rarely Daniel tended to drink, let alone to the point of dizzying himself. She sighed, a melancholic smile on her face.

"But I'm afraid you may well have your work cut out for you," She glanced up at him with a sly smile that hid her despondency. "I'm in a rather bad mood, so I'll be living recklessly this evening." With that, she downed her drink, only for some faceless stranger to rush up and put another in her hand. Some eager-to-please freshman, no doubt, but if they said anything, she didn't notice, too focused was she on her friends. She probably wouldn't have paid the class president any mind either, if the rest of her group hadn't turned to acknowledge him.

"Well, if either of you need a dancing partner let me know, but otherwise I'll hang back."

"A wise move." Petra joked, referencing his dancing skills (or lack thereof) with a teasing smile. Petra finished her second drink, aware but not too bothered by her fast pace. Already she could feel the oncoming vertigo, and she welcomed it into her psyche with open arms. Yes, good. Let's forget for a night.

Reaching over, she took a filled cup from a passing student, who turned to complain only to catch his tongue as soon as he recognised whom he was about to chide. He visibly gulped, and went on his way as quickly as his feet could carry him.

As the first song began to play, she turned to Brooke and smiled questioningly, offering the girl her free hand.

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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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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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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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"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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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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"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.

Petra laughed, well aware of how this game worked; it was as annual an event as the bonfire itself, the two of them trying in vain to get Daniel to dance (they'd even tried convincing him to sing, once, although that had gone down about as successfully as one would have expected). She doubted she'd catch him on the dancefloor any time soon, but the night was one of many possibilities, so she held out hope for a sudden elimintation of inhibitions. Was there any powerful here with that ability? Surely not. They'd be even more dangerous than her, and that would be... terrifying.

Her grin faded as she catches sight of his own falling smile, however, her brow rising questioningly as she follows his gaze to Brooke. She had no time to question the gaze, however, has Brooke grabbed her offered hand with enough zest to send her stumbling. "Let's dance!" Thankfully able to catch herself, she follows Brooke into the thrum of people.

The warmth of bodies enveloped her, cradling her comfortingly. She usually hated crowds, but there was something about the alcohol mixed with the energy around her, that produced a new, especially intoxicating cocktail. Her mind abuzz, she ran a hand through her hair and lifted Brooke's hand into the air, inciting a spin.

The worry of Daniel's expression lingered vaguely, through, as Petra danced, although as the alcohol began to hook itself, she could feel the concerns fading. She could anticipate what Daniel had seen- she knew Brooke better than she knew herself, after all. But she wasn't about to judge- with her baggage, such a thing would be hypocritical. Not to mention that she'd tried before, in her subtle ways. She broached gentle conversations, and offered an ear and a shoulder, but there was little more she could do. She had no doubt that if she began to fear for the girl's safety, she would do what she had to do (she might lose one of her most precious people in the process, but even that was better than having them lose themselves). But not now, and not tonight.

Tonight was a night for dancing and drinking and forgetting.

And so, with a carefree smile, she did.

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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

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She was still lightheaded, and she was still wartorn. The liquor had acted as a temporary aid, something that helped ease the pain, rather than erase it. She usually hated crowds, but they had helped too, in their heat, and their movement, swirling around her- the eye of the storm. Many were frightened of her; of her reputation, her mercilessness, and, of course, of her abilities. However, the party seemed to have made everyone bolder- from her place in the fray, she witnessed requests to dance, shy exchanges, confessions of feelings. She wasn't sure what to feel about them all, these lost lovebirds. It wasn't bitterness, or jealousy, but rather some dull ache.

She was dancing on her own at this point, swaying quietly to herself, in something of a daze. Her eyes were closed, and the music cradled her in a way her mother had not. A soft smile on her lips, she tilted her head back, breathing in the smoke-touched air.

An arm slid around her waist, pulling her back, pressing her against a hard chest. A whisper in her ear, and the smell of beer.

"Let's dance."

Another arm, another time, hands tight around her wrists, a cruel smile and uninvited kisses...

Her eyes snapped open, and an invisible force wrenched his arm away, twisting it around his back. He screamed, almost drowned out by the music still humming around them. It was loud as before, but she could hear him. His yelps of pain, and his shoulder, straining at the socket. One thought, and it would pop. He'd scream louder then. Even those on the edge of the mass would hear him.

Almost everyone was too caught up in themselves and the cacophony to notice them; this twisted boy and his puppeteer. Her eyes were cold with loathing, but there was something else too. Something shaken, unnerved. She felt it, and she hated it. Just one thought...

The thought vanished, and she returned to herself, releasing him. He dropped to his knees, clutching his shoulder, now at ease. He looked up at her with a combination of horror and disgust.

"You fucking freak!"

If he said anything else, Petra didn't hear him. She'd already left the dance floor, cutting through the oblivious dancers and making her way back over to the people she actually cared for. By the time she reached them, she'd swallowed the events of moments ago.

"I don't know about all of you, but now that I'm sobering up, I've come to realise that this party isn't nearly as fun as I thought it was." She gestured with a thumb towards the path back to school, "Shall we go?"