Introduction
{I originally made this RP a few years ago under the username Mac N Cheese, but have since forgotten the login info for that account so I'm reposting it under this account. If you'd like to look at the original, it can be found here.}
That is until until 1905, when it's third headmaster, Charles Luke, revamped the school to re-instill the old values, with a twist. Mr. Luke was very far from an ordinary man- his family was one which had come into the possession, whether through genetics or some sort of strange blessing was unknown, of preternatural abilities. He sought to find young individuals of similar ability and bring them into the school. The others of the school did not know of these new sorts of students, assuming them either wealthy or, thanks to their powers, extremely gifted but in the still usual manner. Spilling the secret of their portion of the school would result in expulsion of the student.
It proved difficult to keep this secret within the school, especially with unruly students. For the past three decades, the groups have been integrated together, and the reality of the students with supernatural abilities has been admitted to other students, who have sworn to secrecy through signing a document enchanted by a previous headmaster, such that their memories will vanish should they tell anyone outside of the school about their less normal classmates.
Knowing that many of their students have no where to go home to, or would prefer to further advance themselves over the summer (read: avoid their families), the school also functions to a degree over the summer. Those who attend the summer school as well as the normal year are known as the Yearlies, and they are all moved into a smaller dorm on the far edge of campus, right next to a large lake where they will be able to canoe, swim, etc, over the summer break. For this period of time they have half days of classes, all of which are electives.
This RP will take place at the beginning of the summer semester, such that the non-yearlies have already left for home, leaving the rest to move into the summer dorms as they have done every year for many years. Laurel is a K-12 school, so while there will be those who transferred in late, for the most part the students have known each other for years. Summertime is when the tension between the groups become highest, due perhaps to a less structured and less supervised environment.
{ Those whose potential exceeds the small number in their bank account }
Emerson Hill || Technology/Robotics || Imogen Poots || Seventeen || Taken by Me
Keevan Brennan || Writing || Dylan O'Brien || Sixteen || Taken by Me
Minami Nomura || Art || Kiko Mizuhara || Seventeen || Taken by cassiopeia_
Thayer Gallup || Photography || KJ Kapa || Seventeen || Taken by The Littlest Mermaid
Cayden Lawrence || Singing || Brandon Flynn || Seventeen || Taken by Geminiblues
Lance Aguilar || Acting/Musical Theater || Manu Rios || Seventeen || Taken by blueiridescence
Katiana Brokenborough || Fashion || Normani Kordei || Seventeen || Taken by Girl2Fine2
Holden Cunningham || Singing/Dancing || Grant Gustin || Seventeen || [i]Reserved by Cliffspiracy
{ They may have paid their way here, but these students are often the most charismatic and politically savvy }
Daniel Ahn || Hospitality || Lee Soo Hyuk || Seventeen || Taken by Me
Lucy Wood || Hollywood Parent || Sabrina Carpenter || Fifteen || Taken by The Littlest Mermaid
Fransisco Escobar || Coal Mining || Alberto Rosende || Seventeen || Reserved by BleedingLover
Pepper Collins || Father is Famous Plastic Surgeon || Tashi Rodrigues || Seventeen || Taken by Avon
Brooklyn Winslet || Pharmaceuticals || Mimi Elashiry || Seventeen || Taken by LawfulAnnon
Airi Hirota || Business || Hirai Momo || Sixteen || Taken by unicorns.are.real
{ These are the students identified as being beyond normal, their powers coming from various places. }
Soledad Núñez || Superhuman Strength || Herizen Guardiola || Eighteen || Reserved by BleedingLover
Asher Blanche || Illusion Manipulation || Anton Lisin || Seventeen || Taken by Avon
Genevieve Rosen || Botakinesis || Natalia Dyer || Seventeen || Taken by Geminiblues
Drake Darby || Mind Control || Sean O'Donnell || Sixteen || Taken by LawfulAnnon
Sean O'Callahan || Heat Manipulation || Xavier Samuel || Eighteen || Taken by unicorns.are.real
Petra Kingsley || Telekinesis || Kassi Smith || Seventeen || Reserved by RubyTuesday
Mason Hart || Feral Mind || Jacob Elordi || Nineteen || Taken by Girl2Fine2
Christine Garner || Banshee || Shay Mitchell || Sixteen || Reserved by Cliffspiracy
Rules
1. In order to keep with the general theme of the rp, the gifted cannot be above middle class income, the influential cannot be more talented in a certain area than any given gifted OC, and the powerful cannot be wealthier or more talented than the gifted and influential (unless it is due to their power).
2. This rp should be semi-literate, so 300+ words per post, please. To reserve, tell me the characters age, face claim, name, and their Talent/Family Industry/Power as fits.
3. As this character is very relationship-driven, and most people will have been at the school for a good bit of time by now, setting up prior relationships is heavily encouraged. The more interwoven everyone is, the more beef or drama or hidden feelings, the more interesting this will be! For examples, I'd check the original rp (link found at the top). Characters should be interesting, flawed, and dynamic. They don't necessarily need to be completely realistic (we are talking fabulously wealth kids, prodigies, and supernaturals, after all), but their personalities should be.
3. Fade to black, be respectful, etc. Hopefully we all know how to get along.
That is until until 1905, when it's third headmaster, Charles Luke, revamped the school to re-instill the old values, with a twist. Mr. Luke was very far from an ordinary man- his family was one which had come into the possession, whether through genetics or some sort of strange blessing was unknown, of preternatural abilities. He sought to find young individuals of similar ability and bring them into the school. The others of the school did not know of these new sorts of students, assuming them either wealthy or, thanks to their powers, extremely gifted but in the still usual manner. Spilling the secret of their portion of the school would result in expulsion of the student.
It proved difficult to keep this secret within the school, especially with unruly students. For the past three decades, the groups have been integrated together, and the reality of the students with supernatural abilities has been admitted to other students, who have sworn to secrecy through signing a document enchanted by a previous headmaster, such that their memories will vanish should they tell anyone outside of the school about their less normal classmates.
Knowing that many of their students have no where to go home to, or would prefer to further advance themselves over the summer (read: avoid their families), the school also functions to a degree over the summer. Those who attend the summer school as well as the normal year are known as the Yearlies, and they are all moved into a smaller dorm on the far edge of campus, right next to a large lake where they will be able to canoe, swim, etc, over the summer break. For this period of time they have half days of classes, all of which are electives.
This RP will take place at the beginning of the summer semester, such that the non-yearlies have already left for home, leaving the rest to move into the summer dorms as they have done every year for many years. Laurel is a K-12 school, so while there will be those who transferred in late, for the most part the students have known each other for years. Summertime is when the tension between the groups become highest, due perhaps to a less structured and less supervised environment.
{ Those whose potential exceeds the small number in their bank account }
Emerson Hill || Technology/Robotics || Imogen Poots || Seventeen || Taken by Me
Keevan Brennan || Writing || Dylan O'Brien || Sixteen || Taken by Me
Minami Nomura || Art || Kiko Mizuhara || Seventeen || Taken by cassiopeia_
Thayer Gallup || Photography || KJ Kapa || Seventeen || Taken by The Littlest Mermaid
Cayden Lawrence || Singing || Brandon Flynn || Seventeen || Taken by Geminiblues
Lance Aguilar || Acting/Musical Theater || Manu Rios || Seventeen || Taken by blueiridescence
Katiana Brokenborough || Fashion || Normani Kordei || Seventeen || Taken by Girl2Fine2
Holden Cunningham || Singing/Dancing || Grant Gustin || Seventeen || [i]Reserved by Cliffspiracy
{ They may have paid their way here, but these students are often the most charismatic and politically savvy }
Daniel Ahn || Hospitality || Lee Soo Hyuk || Seventeen || Taken by Me
Lucy Wood || Hollywood Parent || Sabrina Carpenter || Fifteen || Taken by The Littlest Mermaid
Fransisco Escobar || Coal Mining || Alberto Rosende || Seventeen || Reserved by BleedingLover
Pepper Collins || Father is Famous Plastic Surgeon || Tashi Rodrigues || Seventeen || Taken by Avon
Brooklyn Winslet || Pharmaceuticals || Mimi Elashiry || Seventeen || Taken by LawfulAnnon
Airi Hirota || Business || Hirai Momo || Sixteen || Taken by unicorns.are.real
{ These are the students identified as being beyond normal, their powers coming from various places. }
Soledad Núñez || Superhuman Strength || Herizen Guardiola || Eighteen || Reserved by BleedingLover
Asher Blanche || Illusion Manipulation || Anton Lisin || Seventeen || Taken by Avon
Genevieve Rosen || Botakinesis || Natalia Dyer || Seventeen || Taken by Geminiblues
Drake Darby || Mind Control || Sean O'Donnell || Sixteen || Taken by LawfulAnnon
Sean O'Callahan || Heat Manipulation || Xavier Samuel || Eighteen || Taken by unicorns.are.real
Petra Kingsley || Telekinesis || Kassi Smith || Seventeen || Reserved by RubyTuesday
Mason Hart || Feral Mind || Jacob Elordi || Nineteen || Taken by Girl2Fine2
Christine Garner || Banshee || Shay Mitchell || Sixteen || Reserved by Cliffspiracy
Rules
1. In order to keep with the general theme of the rp, the gifted cannot be above middle class income, the influential cannot be more talented in a certain area than any given gifted OC, and the powerful cannot be wealthier or more talented than the gifted and influential (unless it is due to their power).
2. This rp should be semi-literate, so 300+ words per post, please. To reserve, tell me the characters age, face claim, name, and their Talent/Family Industry/Power as fits.
3. As this character is very relationship-driven, and most people will have been at the school for a good bit of time by now, setting up prior relationships is heavily encouraged. The more interwoven everyone is, the more beef or drama or hidden feelings, the more interesting this will be! For examples, I'd check the original rp (link found at the top). Characters should be interesting, flawed, and dynamic. They don't necessarily need to be completely realistic (we are talking fabulously wealth kids, prodigies, and supernaturals, after all), but their personalities should be.
3. Fade to black, be respectful, etc. Hopefully we all know how to get along.
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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?"
Thayer Gallup
He was currently walking down to the fire as he was a little late to show up because he had been setting up his new camera his parents had just gotten him for a "congrats, you're a senior!" present. Now it was clean and tucked away in his case, slung over his shoulder and swinging as he stepped through the trees and into the clearing. The lake was glimmering underneath the stars and he made a mental note to step back to this spot a little later in the night and take a picture, as it would make for a good cover photo for tomorrow's Breadbowl edition.
Nearing where the students had gathered around several individual fires that were much smaller than the towering one in the middle, Thayer kept sweeping his eyes back and forth. He was trying to find Keevan but was also searching faces for any of his other friends, wanting to say hello before the dance started. Just to the right there was a group of five or six of his schoolmates who were beckoning him over.
"Thayer, my man! Is that your new camera? I saw your picture on Instagram about it! Gotten to use it tonight?" A boy whom Thayer didn't recognize called out as he neared their fire. It wasn't unusual for someone to know something about his life even if he himself didn't know the person. His Instagram was very popular and most students at Laurel seemed to follow it, most hoping a picture he's taken of them will end up on it.
Patting his camera bag, Thayer shook his head and grinned, "Nope, not yet! You want to be the first?" His eyes sparkling with the anticipation of taking his first picture of the night, he began to unzip his bag before the students had even gotten to respond.
Two of the girls who were sitting there had giggled excitedly almost immediately and hopped up out of their seats. The boy who had first spoke raised his cup full of what Thayer guessed was beer, "F*ck yeah! Let's pop that camera's cherry!" The group around the fire were all standing now, some with drinks in their hands, the others throwing up peace or "rock on" signs. Thayer removed his camera, fiddled around with the lense and the buttons to figure out the lighting, held it up to his eye, and counted down from three before pressing the button on top and taking the picture.
The flash went off and he pulled his face back slightly to examine the picture on the camera's screen. The detail was stunning! You could see all the different reds, oranges, and yellows that were dancing in the flames of the fire and the sparks flitting down above the students were visible as well. "Looks great, guys, thanks!" Then he turned and walked off, still looking to find Keevan.
Lucy Wood
It was more fear of Brooklyn than her at this point, and she knew that. She was still new, having only been at Laurel for the previous spring semester. Her face and name were known around the school in direct relation to first, her famous father, and second Brooklyn Winslet, the school's queen bee. Lance Aguilar was a close third as he was the only friend in her own grade she'd really made and the third of Brooklyn's posse. Thinking of the two of them reminded her that she hadn't seen them yet. They had planned on meeting at the bonfire instead of beforehand.
Lucy took her phone out of her bag and typed out a message in their group chat:
Third fire on the left, right by the drinks table. Prime seating. You're welcome. x
After replacing her phone into her bag, she stood up and walked over to the table to pour herself a drink. While filling her cup with Grey Goose vokda, her eyes once again scanned the crowd. She told herself that she was only looking for Lance and Brooklyn, when deep down she knew she was actually hoping to catch a glance at the cute boy who had been in her Science class the term previous. She was pretty sure his name was Drake. They had spoken a handful of times when he'd leaned over to nervously tell her that what she had written on her homework was incorrect and had given her the right answers moments before the instructor had collected the papers. Science wasn't one of her strong suits but it had obviously been his. One time she'd mentioned the boy to Brooklyn to ask more about him and had quickly regretted opening her mouth.
Brooklyn had this strange vendeta against Drake, finding him very untrustworthy and suspicious because next to no one actually knows the reason he's in Laurel. He's very secretive about what his power is. While Lucy agrees it's odd and told Brooklyn she'd stay away from him simply because she doesn't want to end up on her bad side, she can still sneak glances at him.
Taking several giant sips through a straw she'd slipped into her cup, a smile formed on Lucy's face as warmth from the alcohol filled her insides. She was planning on having several servings of Grey Goose and cranberry, wanting to make the most out of the night before classes begin. Lucy turned to return back to her seat and caught the eye of a cute boy whom at first she believed was Drake. He was standing at a fire not far away with his camera pulled up on his face, taking a picture of the students who were gathered around it. Her heart sped up and she bit her bottom lip a bit.
The excitement faded slightly as the boy lowered the camera and she realized that it wasn't the cute boy from science class but a senior, whose name, she thought, was Thayer. He was a friend of Brooklyn's, one whom she enjoyed heavily flirting with, and who was himself very cute. She debated going over and flirting with him a bit herself but thought Brooklyn might not like that and walked back over to the log, sucking down the rest of her drink and batting her eyelashes at a sophomore who had just walked by, asking him to make her another.
Keevan is hanging around in a spot that seems to perfectly suit him- not quite in the most crowded area, which is encircling the bonfire, but just off from the action. He is sitting on a log with a drink in his hand, with two or three people clustered near him chatting away. He occasionally offers a funny retort, but for the most part seems to be quietly listening to their chatter. Someone who knows him well, however, might note that his eyes seem slightly unfocused, and his head is turned ever-so-slightly towards a different group. The young man is most certainly trying to subtly eavesdrop on the group behind him.
The sips of his drink he takes seem like movements on autopilot, his body on cruise while his focus is trained on the other people. It is a group of guys, all of the attention centered on one in particular who is describing, in rather crude terms, a recent private encounter with some girl who is likely off dancing, completely unaware that this guy is definitely exaggerating as he takes part in the 'tell' of kissing and telling. As it becomes obvious how much this student is stretching the story, Keevan loses interest. The Breadbowl is for juicy stuff, not some guy pretending to be smoother than he is in front of his friends. Keevan takes another long drink and turns more of his attention to the group actually in front of him. Some of it, however, is now dedicated to scanning the crowd for a certain red-haired photographer who Keevan calls his best friend, partner-in-crime, fellow editor: Thayer Gallup. Perhaps due to the young man's unusual hair color, Keevan doesn't need to scan the crowd for too long before spotting the photographer trying out his new camera on a group of eager models. Keevan grins at the sight- people love a guy with a camera, and seem to especially love a guy like Thayer with a camera. He is instagram-famous, after all, and these days that means that much of the school knows his name, even when Thayer doesn't return the favor.
Keevan pops up off of the log and excuses himself from the group, although not before getting a few to promise to take part in a game of jenga or flip cup or something else of the like later in the night. Truth be told, Keevan isn't much for idle drinking. He'll partake for social purposes, but the young man really prefers games for it. He especially likes conversation games for drinking, as people's lips tend to become looser and looser with every sip, and he always makes sure he remembers what he hears. Perhaps this is a little underhanded, but everyone loves to talk about themselves when they've been drinking, and Keevan is simply willing to oblige the seemingly universal desire.
Keevan walks as quietly as he can, sneaking up behind Thayer who's head is moving side to side in what he can't help but assume is an effort to find him. It is a well known fact that if Keevan and Thayer aren't in class and aren't currently together, they are probably looking for one another- they are known for being a dynamic duo, after all. Keevan gets as close to Thayer's ear over his shoulder as he can without being noticed, and then in a breathy falsetto whispers, "My my, What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
He immediately steps back at the end of the question, ready with a goofy grin for Thayer to whip around, or perhaps jump in surprise at the sudden voice in his ear.
Em is sleeping quite soundly, although completely off her sleep cycle, until her phone alarm goes off with a vengeance. Her hand shoots out from beneath a powder blue quilt and smacks it as though it were an old fashioned bell alarm, which obviously does nothing to stop Hooked on a Feeling blaring from her side table. Finally her head pops out from under the blankets, hair a blond knotted mess, to turn off the phone. Seeing the time, she tosses off the blanket with surprising energy, suddenly perking up as she remembers the bonfire is tonight. Em struggles to force a brush through her hair before throwing on an outfit and tugging on her favorite pair of Engineer's boots and running out the door. Luckily, during the summer everything is so much closer together that it isn't too far of a walk from her room to the bonfire. The fire gives away the location from easily a mile away anyhow, and she quickly arrives among the groups of people. She pours herself a cup of Coke with the tinest splash of rum, knowing herself to be a bit of a lightweight but not minding a little bit of a warm fuzzy feeling. And, as one might expect, immediately starts looking out for a friendly face in the crowd of fire-lit figures.
Em begins walking towards a group, thinking she recognizes the back of a head, but as the guy with the head in question turns around she immediately changes path without a thought about it- the head belongs to Daniel Ahn, someone she prefers to avoid whenever possible. Anyway, where he is Petra might be near, and though Em is a slow learner she has had plenty of time to learn that interacting with Petra only makes her feel awful. So Em turns and heads towards a collection of people playing flip cup. For now, she just spectates. She's sure eventually someone will start another game, and perhaps that one she'll jump into- once she's had time to warm up a bit more to her drink, or has found some friends to play it with.
The sips of his drink he takes seem like movements on autopilot, his body on cruise while his focus is trained on the other people. It is a group of guys, all of the attention centered on one in particular who is describing, in rather crude terms, a recent private encounter with some girl who is likely off dancing, completely unaware that this guy is definitely exaggerating as he takes part in the 'tell' of kissing and telling. As it becomes obvious how much this student is stretching the story, Keevan loses interest. The Breadbowl is for juicy stuff, not some guy pretending to be smoother than he is in front of his friends. Keevan takes another long drink and turns more of his attention to the group actually in front of him. Some of it, however, is now dedicated to scanning the crowd for a certain red-haired photographer who Keevan calls his best friend, partner-in-crime, fellow editor: Thayer Gallup. Perhaps due to the young man's unusual hair color, Keevan doesn't need to scan the crowd for too long before spotting the photographer trying out his new camera on a group of eager models. Keevan grins at the sight- people love a guy with a camera, and seem to especially love a guy like Thayer with a camera. He is instagram-famous, after all, and these days that means that much of the school knows his name, even when Thayer doesn't return the favor.
Keevan pops up off of the log and excuses himself from the group, although not before getting a few to promise to take part in a game of jenga or flip cup or something else of the like later in the night. Truth be told, Keevan isn't much for idle drinking. He'll partake for social purposes, but the young man really prefers games for it. He especially likes conversation games for drinking, as people's lips tend to become looser and looser with every sip, and he always makes sure he remembers what he hears. Perhaps this is a little underhanded, but everyone loves to talk about themselves when they've been drinking, and Keevan is simply willing to oblige the seemingly universal desire.
Keevan walks as quietly as he can, sneaking up behind Thayer who's head is moving side to side in what he can't help but assume is an effort to find him. It is a well known fact that if Keevan and Thayer aren't in class and aren't currently together, they are probably looking for one another- they are known for being a dynamic duo, after all. Keevan gets as close to Thayer's ear over his shoulder as he can without being noticed, and then in a breathy falsetto whispers, "My my, What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
He immediately steps back at the end of the question, ready with a goofy grin for Thayer to whip around, or perhaps jump in surprise at the sudden voice in his ear.
Em is sleeping quite soundly, although completely off her sleep cycle, until her phone alarm goes off with a vengeance. Her hand shoots out from beneath a powder blue quilt and smacks it as though it were an old fashioned bell alarm, which obviously does nothing to stop Hooked on a Feeling blaring from her side table. Finally her head pops out from under the blankets, hair a blond knotted mess, to turn off the phone. Seeing the time, she tosses off the blanket with surprising energy, suddenly perking up as she remembers the bonfire is tonight. Em struggles to force a brush through her hair before throwing on an outfit and tugging on her favorite pair of Engineer's boots and running out the door. Luckily, during the summer everything is so much closer together that it isn't too far of a walk from her room to the bonfire. The fire gives away the location from easily a mile away anyhow, and she quickly arrives among the groups of people. She pours herself a cup of Coke with the tinest splash of rum, knowing herself to be a bit of a lightweight but not minding a little bit of a warm fuzzy feeling. And, as one might expect, immediately starts looking out for a friendly face in the crowd of fire-lit figures.
Em begins walking towards a group, thinking she recognizes the back of a head, but as the guy with the head in question turns around she immediately changes path without a thought about it- the head belongs to Daniel Ahn, someone she prefers to avoid whenever possible. Anyway, where he is Petra might be near, and though Em is a slow learner she has had plenty of time to learn that interacting with Petra only makes her feel awful. So Em turns and heads towards a collection of people playing flip cup. For now, she just spectates. She's sure eventually someone will start another game, and perhaps that one she'll jump into- once she's had time to warm up a bit more to her drink, or has found some friends to play it with.
SEAN O'CALLAGHAN
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Sean was currently hunkered down on a log, the only occupant of the small fire burning away in front of him. Just the way he preferred it. Despite what the scowl on his face depicted, Sean was actually in a pretty upbeat mood. He’d just started a new book, and had found a whole block of time to spend helping out in Genevieve’s garden. That may not like sound much, but when you’re looking to avoid trouble, well, there’s not a lot of options for a good time.
I mean, he’s already got the teacher’s on his ass for attendance. Well, lack of attendance.
Speaking of trouble, Lucy, the blonde one that seemed to just appear at Brooklyn’s side one day, arrived at the fire next to Sean. A crowded fire where the girls had been laughing and the boys had been roughhousing with one of them only moments away from having the hem of his jeans catch fire. Then she ordered them gone.
Sean made a face to himself and downed the rest of his non-alcoholic punch, yeah, he arrived earlier enough to snag an unoccupied fire and before the punch got spiked. Luckily for the petite blonde, she hadn’t tried to order him off his fire. He doesn’t care much for being on the right side of popularity, and well, he doesn’t appreciate being told what to do.
Then without even thinking, Sean’s eyes drifted back to the masses and landed almost instantly on the blonde head bobbing through the crowd. Of course Emerson was the first face he spotted, back when they’d dated he could never find her, and now, well, she seemed to be everywhere.
He smiled despite himself, of course Em was running late, he felt an urge to go over and ask what she’d been working on that had kept her busy. He could already hear the conversation in his head, her face would light up as she talked about gadgets and gears. He’d have no idea what she was saying, but she wouldn’t hold it against him. It would be easy.
He didn’t go over to her though. For better or worse he’d broken up with her and he needed to live by that decision.
Forcing his eyes back to the fire, Sean settled in for a long night.
Thayer Gallup
"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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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?
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?
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.
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.
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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X【 Rising Senior | Influential | #7d7d7d | HERE 】
"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? "
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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lX【 Rising Junior | Power | #aa0909 | HERE 】
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 naïve, 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?"
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 naïve, 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?"
Pepper Collins - bonfire - outfit
Following a drawn-out sigh, Pepper hopped out of her car and headed toward the fire. She spotted Brooklyn, but she was surrounded by people that didn't like Pepper very much. She didn't really know who to talk to, and stood there feeling awkward for a moment.
Noticing Sean sitting alone on a log, she thought what the hell... and headed over to say hi. Sean was a newer friend of hers, and she had been testing the friendship, seeing how close they were. She walked up tentatively behind him and said "Hi Sean. Do you mind if I sit next to you? I'm a bit lonely here.." she smiled quickly.
Lucy Wood
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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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 fact that Soledad found herself even going to the bonfire was a feat for the young girl. She just didn't get the appeal of it perhaps it was because this was her first year attending, or the idea of being surrounded by those she couldn't wait to leave behind for the summer, or the fact that she was just made aware by Kat about the part of the bonfire where there was partner dance sometime during the party. Which was the part she wasn't looking forward to either way; either she was asked to dance probably by Mason or one of her other guy friends out of pity or she would have to sit it out. Either scenario wasn't ideal. But, even after her protesting and constant resisting for the past week. Mason and Kat pulled out their puppy dog eyes and knew exactly how to sway their friend into actually going out and on top of that, Soledad got suckered into letting her best friend and roommate chose her outfit for the night since apparently her basic jeans, sneakers, and denim jackets didn't cut it. She looked at herself once more in a mirror situated in the hallway of Mason's building. She fixed her lip gloss one last time before walking in the direction of her guy friend's room, where the trio planned on meeting before heading over to the bonfire. With her short black booties clacking against the wooden floors, she only stopped walked when a passerby with powers of her own who asked in excitement if Soledad was actually going. To which, Soledad took out one of her headphones and sighed deeply before nodding. The girl, one half of a pair of clairvoyant twins, Madilyn squealed a bit as she bounced up and down.
Maddy spoke first. "Finally! Well, we all know someone's getting asked to dance tonight." Sol rolled her eyes as the short blonde winked and softly nudged at the girl who towered over her. "Yea, okay. That your powers talkin' or you assumin'?" Maddy shrugged. "I don't know, just a guess." Sol scoffed as she started to pick up her feet once more. "Yea okay, because I just have so many male suitors, amirite Maddy?" The young Latina laughed as she turned back toward Maddy speaking together as she walked away. "Maybe. See you there, sexy." Sol made a 'tsk' sound. Soledad groaned as she pulled on her high waisted mom jeans to pull them from going any higher on her mile-long legs as she finally found herself at Mason's door. She fixed her already secured sleeveless black top once more underneath her camouflage jacket before knocking. With her eyes returning back to her phone to change the song while the door opened."Kat, could ya have givin' me a skimpier outfit, Christ. I feel stupid." She didn't even look up from her phone at first as the door opened in front of her. And she definitely didn't notice a shirtless and towel-clad Mason Hart in front of her for a brief moment but, when she did.
She could feel herself, on the inside, begin to get flustered. She pursed her lips before letting out a small chuckle and turning her lips into an awkward smile as her eyes began to look up towards Mason's. She turned the awkward smile into a smirk quickly in order to hide just how flustered and caught off guard she truly was before giving him a snippy comment, per the usual. "You just answer the door naked now, Mace. That it?" With her hands making circles around his body to make her point even more while her eyes were more or less looking at Mason's forehead as opposed to his eyes. It wasn't that she hasn't seen him shirtless before, they were workout partners when it came to their powers, they ran together, and in the past almost four years of knowing him she has learned that he does like to be unnecessarily shirtless whenever possible. However, shockingly enough she had never seen him shirtless with only a towel as his only form of clothing. When she looked past him to see her best friend sitting down behind him, Sol couldn't help but chuckle. "If I was interrupting somethin', all ya'll had to do was say so, damn." She was kidding. Mostly. She knew for a fact that if there was anything going on between the two of them, they would have told her or she would have found out but, either way, it didn't stop a little bit of jealousy from unraveling inside of her. In the way where she felt like she could have punched a wall but, she held it in and just turned her bright eyes back to Mason with a smirk. "I'll wait out here while you get decent." She turned herself away from leaning on the doorframe to a few feet away from the door as she leaned against a wall as went to her messages to text her pain in the ass, younger 'sister from another mister'.
She wasn't angry at the fact that Kat was in there with Mason seeing that, she knew how close they were and the fact that she had no right to be jealous seeing that they were just friends. But, every once and a while something just got to her when it came to Mason. But, she wasn't going to think about that or let those stupid thoughts ruin her night. It was the first time she was all dressed up to go out and have fun and that's where her mind was at the moment.
Maddy spoke first. "Finally! Well, we all know someone's getting asked to dance tonight." Sol rolled her eyes as the short blonde winked and softly nudged at the girl who towered over her. "Yea, okay. That your powers talkin' or you assumin'?" Maddy shrugged. "I don't know, just a guess." Sol scoffed as she started to pick up her feet once more. "Yea okay, because I just have so many male suitors, amirite Maddy?" The young Latina laughed as she turned back toward Maddy speaking together as she walked away. "Maybe. See you there, sexy." Sol made a 'tsk' sound. Soledad groaned as she pulled on her high waisted mom jeans to pull them from going any higher on her mile-long legs as she finally found herself at Mason's door. She fixed her already secured sleeveless black top once more underneath her camouflage jacket before knocking. With her eyes returning back to her phone to change the song while the door opened."Kat, could ya have givin' me a skimpier outfit, Christ. I feel stupid." She didn't even look up from her phone at first as the door opened in front of her. And she definitely didn't notice a shirtless and towel-clad Mason Hart in front of her for a brief moment but, when she did.
She could feel herself, on the inside, begin to get flustered. She pursed her lips before letting out a small chuckle and turning her lips into an awkward smile as her eyes began to look up towards Mason's. She turned the awkward smile into a smirk quickly in order to hide just how flustered and caught off guard she truly was before giving him a snippy comment, per the usual. "You just answer the door naked now, Mace. That it?" With her hands making circles around his body to make her point even more while her eyes were more or less looking at Mason's forehead as opposed to his eyes. It wasn't that she hasn't seen him shirtless before, they were workout partners when it came to their powers, they ran together, and in the past almost four years of knowing him she has learned that he does like to be unnecessarily shirtless whenever possible. However, shockingly enough she had never seen him shirtless with only a towel as his only form of clothing. When she looked past him to see her best friend sitting down behind him, Sol couldn't help but chuckle. "If I was interrupting somethin', all ya'll had to do was say so, damn." She was kidding. Mostly. She knew for a fact that if there was anything going on between the two of them, they would have told her or she would have found out but, either way, it didn't stop a little bit of jealousy from unraveling inside of her. In the way where she felt like she could have punched a wall but, she held it in and just turned her bright eyes back to Mason with a smirk. "I'll wait out here while you get decent." She turned herself away from leaning on the doorframe to a few feet away from the door as she leaned against a wall as went to her messages to text her pain in the ass, younger 'sister from another mister'.
Sis (Kat)
you are petty af. lmk when yall are done
you are petty af. lmk when yall are done
She wasn't angry at the fact that Kat was in there with Mason seeing that, she knew how close they were and the fact that she had no right to be jealous seeing that they were just friends. But, every once and a while something just got to her when it came to Mason. But, she wasn't going to think about that or let those stupid thoughts ruin her night. It was the first time she was all dressed up to go out and have fun and that's where her mind was at the moment.
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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."
"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.
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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I’ve already started drinking. Who am I going to suck at dancing with if you don't hurry?!
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 :) !!
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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｛gifted | #8A9FC2 | attire｝
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To: Lance
When do I ever miss a party? Bringing my guitar if you feel like putting on a show. :)
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.
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In another life, Mason might have been allowed to appreciate Soledad coming to his bedroom just as he had gotten out of the shower, appreciated the way her eyes glazed over just before she hid it with a chuckle and her signature smirk that reminded him of Katiana. However, this wasn't another life and the fact remained that the situation occured with Katiana seated on his bed with the most deceptively innocent expression on her face and it was definitely not as sexy as his imagination could have made it. In fact, if it hadn't been for the way Sol's eyes had raked over his form - and it meant something when, for a guy who had no shame in walking around shirtless, he actually blushed at seeing her - it probably would have been just as embarrassing to him as it did her. Yet and still, though, it was embarrassing enough, even without Kat's long-suffering stare that he could just feel on his back. "I-I was just...we were just..." Even without words, Mason could feel - no, smell - Kat's unimpressed annoyance with him and he glared back at her just as Sol left. Turning back to the other girl, Mason opened his mouth to say something, anything really, but thought better of it and closed his bedroom door, wincing at his lack of intelligence in a situation like this. Kat sat, unrepentant, on his bed with her phone in hand, one milk-chocolate leg crossed over another.
"You said she was still on her way," he stated.
"She was," was the very monotonous response as Kat raked a hand through her curls, having done her best to keep her hair intact for the evening. Not oblivious to the look her friend was giving her, Kat text out a quick response to Sol and a message to Emerson before fixing her current company with a raised eyebrow. "Don't give me that look. I was helping you out. You and I both know that there was more than just shock in baby girl's eyes, and don't even act like that ain't make you happy 'cause you know it did."
To: Em
Ur friends stress me out :/ tell me ur not still in ur room cuz i'll drag u out
To: Tiny (Sol)
u sound thirsty af even tho allat coulda been quenched 2 secs ago
"Kat..."
"Listen, what kind of future godmother would I be if I didn't aid in securing the existence of my future godchildren?" Even if Mason wanted to be upset or at least chastise the meddling junior, it was hard to look serious when he snorted at her non-rhetorical question. Attempting to straighten his face into something more chagrined, Mason watched the dark-skinned designer roll her eyes before sliding off the bed and back into her sandals as she stood. "You're a mess," he told her, trying not to grin, "and I can't believe that everyone else doesn't see how much of a messy ass troll you actually are." He really couldn't. Mason understood that Kat was a bit different in the privacy that came with being close friends, and how she was when outside people came into the picture. He knew that she scared people, sometimes even more than he did with everyone knowing what his abilities really hid. However, it was hard to reconcile the actual fear and intimidation so many of their peers felt when there her dark eyes were alight with glee and mischief, when Kat smiled easier and her scent was as warm and as sweet as summer felt to him.
With a wry grin of her own, Kat replied, teasing, "And out of all of that, nothing you said sounded like you're against making my future god-babies with Sol, so..." Mason practically watched the girl skip past him to his bedroom door. She barely even opened the door before he, not trying to let her leave without having the last word, called out, "You know I can't stand you right?" Cheekily, Kat only answered with, "Baby boy, you adore me," and closed the door behind her to let Mason get ready with the outfit she had provided.
Once in the hallway, Katiana gave herself a moment to take in the ensemble she had left for Sol in their room and the way it accentuated the other girl's long, sleek legs. Which was the main point. She had to give herself a pat on the back for that. But before long, her gaze went back upwards to note the frown that Sol was good at hiding. "Sweetie, really? The only thing you interrupted was the mutually beneficial snacking I provided the both of y'all lookin' like y'all do. Y'all coulda been working on my future nieces that you're naming after me, but naaaaaaaaahhhhh," she said, a subtle sway in her hips that Kat couldn't hide even as she tried as she traipsed over to her taller friend's side.
"You said she was still on her way," he stated.
"She was," was the very monotonous response as Kat raked a hand through her curls, having done her best to keep her hair intact for the evening. Not oblivious to the look her friend was giving her, Kat text out a quick response to Sol and a message to Emerson before fixing her current company with a raised eyebrow. "Don't give me that look. I was helping you out. You and I both know that there was more than just shock in baby girl's eyes, and don't even act like that ain't make you happy 'cause you know it did."
To: Em
Ur friends stress me out :/ tell me ur not still in ur room cuz i'll drag u out
To: Tiny (Sol)
u sound thirsty af even tho allat coulda been quenched 2 secs ago
"Kat..."
"Listen, what kind of future godmother would I be if I didn't aid in securing the existence of my future godchildren?" Even if Mason wanted to be upset or at least chastise the meddling junior, it was hard to look serious when he snorted at her non-rhetorical question. Attempting to straighten his face into something more chagrined, Mason watched the dark-skinned designer roll her eyes before sliding off the bed and back into her sandals as she stood. "You're a mess," he told her, trying not to grin, "and I can't believe that everyone else doesn't see how much of a messy ass troll you actually are." He really couldn't. Mason understood that Kat was a bit different in the privacy that came with being close friends, and how she was when outside people came into the picture. He knew that she scared people, sometimes even more than he did with everyone knowing what his abilities really hid. However, it was hard to reconcile the actual fear and intimidation so many of their peers felt when there her dark eyes were alight with glee and mischief, when Kat smiled easier and her scent was as warm and as sweet as summer felt to him.
With a wry grin of her own, Kat replied, teasing, "And out of all of that, nothing you said sounded like you're against making my future god-babies with Sol, so..." Mason practically watched the girl skip past him to his bedroom door. She barely even opened the door before he, not trying to let her leave without having the last word, called out, "You know I can't stand you right?" Cheekily, Kat only answered with, "Baby boy, you adore me," and closed the door behind her to let Mason get ready with the outfit she had provided.
Once in the hallway, Katiana gave herself a moment to take in the ensemble she had left for Sol in their room and the way it accentuated the other girl's long, sleek legs. Which was the main point. She had to give herself a pat on the back for that. But before long, her gaze went back upwards to note the frown that Sol was good at hiding. "Sweetie, really? The only thing you interrupted was the mutually beneficial snacking I provided the both of y'all lookin' like y'all do. Y'all coulda been working on my future nieces that you're naming after me, but naaaaaaaaahhhhh," she said, a subtle sway in her hips that Kat couldn't hide even as she tried as she traipsed over to her taller friend's side.
SEAN O'CALLAGHAN
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Sean was a little shocked that anyone here really wanted to approach him, but he leaned back and looked up into the face of Pepper. He nodded slightly in understanding, they were new-ish friends. He was still warming up he supposed, trying to decide if she was a good friend to have or something. She seemed a genuinely caring and supportive person, even if she did associate with the walking trouble that was their self-appointed Queen, Brooklyn.
“Oh, Salt and Pepper.” He nodded to acknowledge her presence.
“Do you mind if I sit next to you?” She asked. “I'm a bit lonely here..."
Sean sniffed and rubbed at his nose as he looked around at the empty logs surrounding him. He had kind of liked lonely, but he wasn’t the type of bastard to leave a sweet girl like Pepper hanging. Despite what you might have heard about him. “Well, I mean, I do have a lot of friends due to turn up any moment, but I suppose there’s room for you.” He smirked to himself and looked back out towards the throng of people, although it hardly seemed possible it looked as if the crowd had tripled in volume.
The time seemed to stretch out endlessly between Sean and his new log-mate. So he turned to Pepper and said the first thing that came to his mind, “I, uh, like your top thing.” He gestured vaguely to the white top she was wearing before he turned away and took a long, slow drink from his cup. Small talk wasn’t exactly his forte.
There was a group of boys all wearing caps not to far from him, and through the gaps of their bodies, Sean managed to spot Cayden. He had his hand half raised to wave over Cayden before he caught himself. It was hard not knowing what was up with the guy these days but it would be far worse if Sean had stuck around and hurt him. In fact just thinking about his old friend had the air around Sean raising by several degrees and he hoped Pepper accounted the heat to the fire in front of them.
He took a deep breath, and a long sip of his drink, forcing his body to uncoil and relax. “Who knew the academy even had this many students, huh?” He said in a much easier tone of voice, and leaned back on the log. “I reckon I’d be lucky to know a total of ten people in this entire place.”
AIR HIROTA
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She tucked her skateboard up by a tree and ducked into the crowd letting the movement of it sweep her up. She didn’t see Kat anywhere and like usual, without the older, smarter, more mature girl to toddle along behind, Air was a little lost and very spacey.
She spotted Brooklyn, Daniel and Petra who had always been nice to her, but they were around Lucy, and honestly, Air didn’t have the mood or energy to be around Lucy. The two of them would never get along.
Eventually the crowd spat Air out in front of a drinks table, and with a shrug of serendipity Air poured herself up an alcoholic drink. Though when she heard Drake’s voice carry through the crowd, Air spun around. Of course, she’d failed to notice Cayden next to her, and as she moved off to find Drake, she also failed to notice that she’d knocked the drink in his hand.
It only took the girl a few bounds to find the dorky boy and with a grin she threw her arms around his neck. “Heya!” She said as she released the poor boy, completely ignoring Thayer and Keevan, who he was with, after all she didn’t really know either of the two boys. “How huge is that fire?” Air laughed a little and stared up at the huge bonfire roaring away.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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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Minami was a self-proclaimed Queen of Procrastination; more times than not it was biting her in the ass. Like today. Instead of being at the bonfire, like most of her school mates, she was still stuck in the art studio. She had been practically living there since last week, only going to classes and back to her dorm room to get a few hours of sleep.
All because she had an exhibition next month and had to finish ten paintings within the next week so that the gallery could take photos to put on postcards, tickets and the posters advertising it. Minami had completely forgotten about the deadline, or rather she had spent more time switching between Instagram, Pinterest and Youtube, than paining.
So there she was; sitting on a cushion surrounded by empty mugs of coffee and a half-eaten sandwich, singing along the music coming from her phone and putting the finishing touches to the last painting. The chorus of Uptown Funk was interrupted by the sound of a new Instagram notification. Mina put down the brush and stretched, groaning in satisfaction when she heard her back pop.
Sitting in one position for far too long isn't fun, not at all.
She stood up and carefully stepped around the paint and mugs and took a few steps back to look at the finished painting. Mina couldn't help but smile, it turned out just as she imagined it. She went and picked the canvas up and placed it next to the other nine then stood back to look at all of them. The colors and the backgrounds blended perfectly, the people in them looked like they walked straight out of a dream.
Mina will have to thank Thayer again when she sees him, without his help she was sure she wouldn't have been able to finish them. Mina struggled to get the poses quite right so she turned to him and his amazing photography skills for help. Relived that she managed to finish them for tomorrow she did a small victory dance, which — if somebody was looking— looked like the hybrid between the macarena and the chicken dance, but there was nobody there to see her, so who cares.
I finally finished!! I'm freee!!!
Remembering that she had gotten a notification she went and picked up her phone. One of her fellow art students posted a picture from the bonfire, which reminded Mina that she better hurry up with putting away her stuff and go and get to the party before all the good drinks were gone. After she washed the brushes and threw out the trash, she picked up her half-eaten sandwich and ate it on the way to her room. Drinking on a empty stomach was never a good idea. Mina shuddered just remembering last summer when a couple of girls her age thought it was a good idea to forgo dinner. She had to throw away her favorite pair of sneakers.
The halls were empty with all the people already at the bonfire, so it was no surprise that Mina's roommate Sophie, wasn't in their room. She hurriedly took off the clothes she usually wore when she painted and threw them into the hamper, pulled out a dress from her dresser and put it on then went on the hunt for her white converse, which were for some reason hiding under her Sophie's bed. Going to the bathroom to put on some make-up she noticed that she had managed to get some pink paint on her right cheek. She could either try to take it down now and be more late or she could leave it for tomorrow, "I guess I'll leave it." She shrugged and reached for her eyeliner. After she carefully lined her eyes she rummaged for a lipstick in her make-up bag until she found one with a similar shade of pink and applied it to her lips. After looking at her reflection from all angles she decided to go all-out and took a make-up brush and applied a little bit of lipstick to her other cheek, then took darker pink eye-shadow and applied it over her cheeks. With the Camo dress and the paint she looked ready for war, or in her case drinking games.
The first thing she did when she got there was to go look for a drink. "Mina! You're finally here," Sophie almost tripped over her own feet in her hast to get to her. Mina laughed as she hugged her. "Hey, Soph!" "Come do shots with me." She didn't wait for her to answer, she took Mina's arm and pulled her toward one of the tables where shots of tequila's were being distributed along with slices of lime and salt. Mina was on her third shot when she heard cheers coming from a few tables over and turned to see Emerson. "I'm gonna go play some drinking games. Wanna join?" Mina told Sophie. "Nah. I'm gonna go look for Zack. Laters." Sophie blew her a kiss, then went to look for her boyfriend.
Mina made her way to Emerson but before she reached her, she saw a very familiar look cross her face, even before Mina followed her line of sight she knew who she would see, Sean. Knowing well how it feels seeing your ex, Mina knew the right thing to get him from Emerson's mind even if it was only for a little while.
"Hey, Em!" Mina smiled as she gave Emerson a hug, "You wanna show those guys how it's really played?"she motioned toward the the guys playing Flip cup, right out of Sean's line of sight.
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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.
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.
Lucy Wood
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.
Thayer Gallup
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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Sean's comment about her shirt made Pepper giggle, and she could tell that he was reaching for things to say. "Thanks. I have to be really careful when I wear this or else I'll stain the hell out of it." This was true. Pepper had worn maybe three white shirts in the past five years. She had always been a klutz when it came to eating, and it seemed to be magnified when she was wearing any light color that could potentially stain. Pepper was sitting relatively close to the tire, but she was surprised when the temperature seemed to increase a few degrees suddenly. Pepper wrapped her arms around herself, enjoying the warmth that seemed to radiate from nowhere.
Hearing his comment about the students made Pepper smile. She had always felt the same way. When she first started attending Laurel, Pepper was overwhelmed by the number of people around her at all times. She was always thankful for the summers, when the campus would clear out a bit and she could focus on her personal relationships.
"You get used to the people. Sort of" she gave him a half smile.
Pepper grew only slightly worried when she heard the news of the partner dance. She usually danced with good friends or just alone anyway, but this year she had almost forgotten about the dance. How could she? She knew her morning had been rough, but was she feeling so bad that she forgot simple things like this? She turned toward Sean, hoping that their friendship was strong enough for what she was about to ask him. It was always awkward when boundaries were pushed too far. "Do you already have a partner for the dance?" She hoped that he knew the intentions were merely friendly, nothing more.
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Before the girls could truly get into a conversation about Kat's machinations, and Sol and Mason's potential whatever-they-could-possibly-be-if-certain-friends-minded-her-business, Mason emerged from his bedroom, fully dressed and situating his hat atop his head. It wasn't his idea, obviously. But he figured that Kat hadn't steered him wrong when it came to fashion and getting dressed by her was a lot better than being silently judged by her. One didn't make his skin prickle with the wrongness of it.
"We should probably get going," he remarked, taking three short strides to the girls. "Pretty sure the dancing should be starting right about now and someone," he cast a pointed look Katiana's way, "just hates missing out on her favorite tradition." Kat stared at him for a long time, silently, rolled her eyes, and only shortly said, "Ew." Not looking back because she knew the other two would follow, Katiana began the trek from the dorms to the beach of the lake, occasionally glancing down at her phone when she received Facebook notifications about the bonfire. Because the entire world wasn't yet aware of the powered students of Laurel, they could post things to a private Facebook for events like the bonfire where the occasional student or two might accidentally forget to not always show off their gifts. Kat liked them, loved watching and seeing who could do what, but she understood what would happen if too many people found out that there was a genetic abnormality that gave certain individuals fantastic abilities. Either way, from what she saw, nothing big had happened just yet, but it was close to that time. She did manage to send a text to Emerson.
To: Em
ur a mess. i'll find u
"Hey, Sol," Mason began, purposefully staying a little behind Katiana to confront his friend. He didn't need the other girl thinking anything was going on between himself and Kat, not because there was an issue with Kat.
They'd had a conversation twice about their relationship and both times ended in them admitting that at some point, it wouldn't work. Her walls were high already and he was sure they'd ruin their friendship trying to get her to lower it any more than she already had for him. And while she was a comfort and one of the greatest that he'd found in his nineteen years of living, it just wouldn't work for them. But with Sol...Soledad was...special, as lame as it sounded. He didn't know why but Mason had already been rather fascinated with her when he found out what her powers were initially, mostly because the dork in him couldn't help but liken her to a cooler superhero who didn't get their strength (like him) from being super angry and animalistic. And she had far more control over it than he did, at least, from what he had seen. Then, actually interacting with her after the incident that he never wants to mention because it never happenedeven though it clearly did, Mason could honestly say that he was sprung. On curiosity, on friendship, on more...on just everything, and he didn't know if he had a chance with her. Not really, not when it could potentially mess up their friendship. But it didn't stop him from wanting it and it definitely didn't stop him from wanting to clear up any misunderstandings because certain people decided to meddle for the day.
"I just wanted to say if - if we made you uncomfortable at all, that wasn't...Kat was just getting my clothes together 'cause I took longer in the gym than I thought I would," he managed out, not exactly sure why he felt nerves weighing on his tongue when he could flirt as easily as he breathes with Sol any other day. He probably didn't even need to apologize for anything other than being mostly naked in front of the girl, but the words came out and he couldn't control them. "And about the towel thing - that was...that was not on me. I thought I had more time and then she was gonna leave to actually let me - "
"I thought you wanted to get going," Kat called from ahead, which was surprisingly farther away from them than Mason had realized. For her to have the shorter legs, her agility was befuddling at times. But Mason couldn't focus on anything other than glowering at her timing and raised eyebrow. "You were so worried about traditions and all that." She whirled around and continued walking, and shaking his head, Mason followed with Sol, taking those few longer strides to reach their friend just as they arrived at the beach. Their welcome was the cacophony of mixed sounds; there was a song much louder than another in the background, the perfect indie record to start the first summer dance off along with somebody else's radio followed by chattering, laughing, and goading for those still immersed in their drinking games. "And so it begins..."
"Pessimist." Mason accused and Kat smirked at him from the corner of his eyes. The announcement for people to grab their partners had Katiana eyeing the crowd for a moment, taking in who was choosing whom, before she glanced back at her friends. Mason tried not to, at first, but then he was glancing at Sol and Kat damn near snorted in amusement. "Yeah, no. I don't dance. I'm getting a drink. Y'all...y'all have fun," she told them and walked away without a chance of a rebuttal in her search for Emerson, leaving Mason to shake his head. After a beat, he turned to fully to Sol, hands shoved deep into his pockets. "So, how about that first dance since this is technically your first one here? I figured I might as well offer since...you know...earlier. My...er, better apology."
Away from the duo, Kat wandered a little before her eyes settled on too very familiar forms and a bunch of cups with guys. Shaking her head silently, Katiana waltzed up to the girls, peering over Mina's shoulder. "This looks like a fun game that you're gonna get food after, Em," she informed the blonde with a pointed stare before gracing Mina with the softening of her eyes and, "Hey, love. Don't tell me you've been seduced by drunken tomfoolery too."
"We should probably get going," he remarked, taking three short strides to the girls. "Pretty sure the dancing should be starting right about now and someone," he cast a pointed look Katiana's way, "just hates missing out on her favorite tradition." Kat stared at him for a long time, silently, rolled her eyes, and only shortly said, "Ew." Not looking back because she knew the other two would follow, Katiana began the trek from the dorms to the beach of the lake, occasionally glancing down at her phone when she received Facebook notifications about the bonfire. Because the entire world wasn't yet aware of the powered students of Laurel, they could post things to a private Facebook for events like the bonfire where the occasional student or two might accidentally forget to not always show off their gifts. Kat liked them, loved watching and seeing who could do what, but she understood what would happen if too many people found out that there was a genetic abnormality that gave certain individuals fantastic abilities. Either way, from what she saw, nothing big had happened just yet, but it was close to that time. She did manage to send a text to Emerson.
To: Em
ur a mess. i'll find u
"Hey, Sol," Mason began, purposefully staying a little behind Katiana to confront his friend. He didn't need the other girl thinking anything was going on between himself and Kat, not because there was an issue with Kat.
They'd had a conversation twice about their relationship and both times ended in them admitting that at some point, it wouldn't work. Her walls were high already and he was sure they'd ruin their friendship trying to get her to lower it any more than she already had for him. And while she was a comfort and one of the greatest that he'd found in his nineteen years of living, it just wouldn't work for them. But with Sol...Soledad was...special, as lame as it sounded. He didn't know why but Mason had already been rather fascinated with her when he found out what her powers were initially, mostly because the dork in him couldn't help but liken her to a cooler superhero who didn't get their strength (like him) from being super angry and animalistic. And she had far more control over it than he did, at least, from what he had seen. Then, actually interacting with her after the incident that he never wants to mention because it never happened
"I just wanted to say if - if we made you uncomfortable at all, that wasn't...Kat was just getting my clothes together 'cause I took longer in the gym than I thought I would," he managed out, not exactly sure why he felt nerves weighing on his tongue when he could flirt as easily as he breathes with Sol any other day. He probably didn't even need to apologize for anything other than being mostly naked in front of the girl, but the words came out and he couldn't control them. "And about the towel thing - that was...that was not on me. I thought I had more time and then she was gonna leave to actually let me - "
"I thought you wanted to get going," Kat called from ahead, which was surprisingly farther away from them than Mason had realized. For her to have the shorter legs, her agility was befuddling at times. But Mason couldn't focus on anything other than glowering at her timing and raised eyebrow. "You were so worried about traditions and all that." She whirled around and continued walking, and shaking his head, Mason followed with Sol, taking those few longer strides to reach their friend just as they arrived at the beach. Their welcome was the cacophony of mixed sounds; there was a song much louder than another in the background, the perfect indie record to start the first summer dance off along with somebody else's radio followed by chattering, laughing, and goading for those still immersed in their drinking games. "And so it begins..."
"Pessimist." Mason accused and Kat smirked at him from the corner of his eyes. The announcement for people to grab their partners had Katiana eyeing the crowd for a moment, taking in who was choosing whom, before she glanced back at her friends. Mason tried not to, at first, but then he was glancing at Sol and Kat damn near snorted in amusement. "Yeah, no. I don't dance. I'm getting a drink. Y'all...y'all have fun," she told them and walked away without a chance of a rebuttal in her search for Emerson, leaving Mason to shake his head. After a beat, he turned to fully to Sol, hands shoved deep into his pockets. "So, how about that first dance since this is technically your first one here? I figured I might as well offer since...you know...earlier. My...er, better apology."
Away from the duo, Kat wandered a little before her eyes settled on too very familiar forms and a bunch of cups with guys. Shaking her head silently, Katiana waltzed up to the girls, peering over Mina's shoulder. "This looks like a fun game that you're gonna get food after, Em," she informed the blonde with a pointed stare before gracing Mina with the softening of her eyes and, "Hey, love. Don't tell me you've been seduced by drunken tomfoolery too."
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Sol was looking down at her phone as she saw the message from Kat and she couldn't help but scoff. Thirsty. Soledad was not thirsty for anyone especially over one of her closest friends. Please. However, there was still this feeling inside of her, Jesus, she still felt like she wanted to punch through a wall. She didn't even know why. She had no right to be mad, jealous, or thirsty, for that matter, over what her friends were or weren't doing with each other or with other people. When she heard Kat's voice heading towards her and just sighed as she rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what her sister was going to say to her. She chuckled before turning her head from looking up at the ceiling to looking at Kat as she walked towards the taller girl. As much as Soledad wanted to be annoyed, she couldn't help but laugh at Kat as she spoke. "Whoa, hold up. Pump them brakes. Okay? I enjoyed the view no matter how unexpected," She looked Kat up and down with her eyebrow raised. "But, you need to stop with these nieces. Seein that in order to, y'know have nieces there needs to be a relationship, a connection, or shit I don't know, a basic sexual attraction between two people." She proclaimed while getting up from her leaning position on the wall."Either way, ya'll don't owe me anything." She just shrugged.
Before they could get any deeper into their conversation, that, let's face it. Would just keep going around in circles with Kat talking about this relationship between her two best friends and these imaginary nieces with Sol rebutting it at every chance she got. Mason joined the two of them declaring how the dancing was getting started and how they would miss Kat's favorite tradition. With a snort, Soledad turned her eyes towards the taller male with a smile. "Yea, that'd be a tragedy to miss." She was being sarcastic. Clearly. Part of Sol actually wanted to miss the first dance. She knew Kat would find someone to dance with, Mason'd have his pick of the litter too, all while Sol had a drink in her hand. Just waiting for the actual dance music to start playing.
By the point where they started getting closer to the beach, Sol had put her headphones and phone away in her pocket for the first time since leaving her and Kat's room. Only to hear Mason say her name as they walked, not even noticing Kat getting further and further away from the pair. "What's up?" She asked as she quickly took a look at him. Even though she said nothing was going on between the two of them, she had to admit. He looked good. Really good. It actually took her a minute to snap back to reality when he started to talk. She looked him in the eyes as they slowed down their pace even more. She found herself taking a deep breath as he started to explain himself as if he had. She wanted to interject but she decided against it instead, she chose to wait for him to finish. However, before he could finish his sentence Kat hurried them along. Soledad laughed before picking up the pace with Mason not far in front of her. "Mm, damn." She finally took her eyes off of him and back to looking in front of her where she finally saw them reach the beach with a mixture of music, socializing, and the President of their class announcing how it was time for the partner dance. Sol looked around her to see friends grabbing other friends or couples grabbing one another but, because of how occupied she was looking around. She didn't seem to notice Mason looking at her. Until it was too late and Kat declared how she didn't dance and was going to get a drink.
"Wait, what about the dan--... Before she could finish her thought or even start to rebuff Kat's 'have fun' comment, which obviously towards Mason and Sol, all taller girl could do was softly groan as she watched her best friend bounce off. "Okay, bye." She shook her head as Mason turned towards him with his hands in his pocket. Sol raised an eyebrow with a smirk still on her face as she looked up at the guy who towered over her. As he asked her to dance, Soledad couldn't help but think. "What the hell is his problem today?" It wasn't like Mason to act so... sheepish and nervous. Ever. Especially around her and Kat and that was the Mason she needed right now in order to help make this dance any less awkward. She was already iffy on dancing with someone else in front of her peers and it didn't help that it was Mason, someone she knew she'd get teased for dancing with by a certain "Queen Bee" who wouldn't be named and her little gaggle of friends. So, in order to get him back to normal. She did what she did best, teasing. She took a step towards him with an awkward smile and a shake of her head.
"I don't know, Hart. I kind of have a waiting list of guys wanting to dance with me just sayin 'Soledad, te necesito. Soledad, te quiero a ti." (Soledad, I need you. Soledad, I want you.) She was smirking the entire time she spoke, moving closer when she started speaking Spanish. She, however, soon broke her sarcastic smirk to find herself actually smiling with a genuine laugh that followed for the first time all day. She held up one finger before continuing. "But, I guess since you gave me that unexpected but, somewhat pleasant little peep show. I think I can bump you up to the top of that list. Besides, I feel like pissing off your little admirers tonight." She winked before looking towards where she found Brooklyn, Petra, and rest of their little group hanging out. By the last sentence, the sarcasm was back but, she softly took his arm and made their way to where most of the couples gathered.
But, she did find herself pause for a minute, looking back in the direction Kat went in before finding her eyes back at Mason as she loosened her grip on his arm. "And for what it's worth I know the towel thing wasn't on you. That has Kat written all over but... you don't owe me shit, y'know that, right? And if you feel like you have to dance with me as an apology for it... You don't--.. you don't have to. You can dance with someone you actually want to, it won't hurt my feelings." She shrugged. "Ego maybe, but not my feelings."
Before they could get any deeper into their conversation, that, let's face it. Would just keep going around in circles with Kat talking about this relationship between her two best friends and these imaginary nieces with Sol rebutting it at every chance she got. Mason joined the two of them declaring how the dancing was getting started and how they would miss Kat's favorite tradition. With a snort, Soledad turned her eyes towards the taller male with a smile. "Yea, that'd be a tragedy to miss." She was being sarcastic. Clearly. Part of Sol actually wanted to miss the first dance. She knew Kat would find someone to dance with, Mason'd have his pick of the litter too, all while Sol had a drink in her hand. Just waiting for the actual dance music to start playing.
By the point where they started getting closer to the beach, Sol had put her headphones and phone away in her pocket for the first time since leaving her and Kat's room. Only to hear Mason say her name as they walked, not even noticing Kat getting further and further away from the pair. "What's up?" She asked as she quickly took a look at him. Even though she said nothing was going on between the two of them, she had to admit. He looked good. Really good. It actually took her a minute to snap back to reality when he started to talk. She looked him in the eyes as they slowed down their pace even more. She found herself taking a deep breath as he started to explain himself as if he had. She wanted to interject but she decided against it instead, she chose to wait for him to finish. However, before he could finish his sentence Kat hurried them along. Soledad laughed before picking up the pace with Mason not far in front of her. "Mm, damn." She finally took her eyes off of him and back to looking in front of her where she finally saw them reach the beach with a mixture of music, socializing, and the President of their class announcing how it was time for the partner dance. Sol looked around her to see friends grabbing other friends or couples grabbing one another but, because of how occupied she was looking around. She didn't seem to notice Mason looking at her. Until it was too late and Kat declared how she didn't dance and was going to get a drink.
"Wait, what about the dan--... Before she could finish her thought or even start to rebuff Kat's 'have fun' comment, which obviously towards Mason and Sol, all taller girl could do was softly groan as she watched her best friend bounce off. "Okay, bye." She shook her head as Mason turned towards him with his hands in his pocket. Sol raised an eyebrow with a smirk still on her face as she looked up at the guy who towered over her. As he asked her to dance, Soledad couldn't help but think. "What the hell is his problem today?" It wasn't like Mason to act so... sheepish and nervous. Ever. Especially around her and Kat and that was the Mason she needed right now in order to help make this dance any less awkward. She was already iffy on dancing with someone else in front of her peers and it didn't help that it was Mason, someone she knew she'd get teased for dancing with by a certain "Queen Bee" who wouldn't be named and her little gaggle of friends. So, in order to get him back to normal. She did what she did best, teasing. She took a step towards him with an awkward smile and a shake of her head.
"I don't know, Hart. I kind of have a waiting list of guys wanting to dance with me just sayin 'Soledad, te necesito. Soledad, te quiero a ti." (Soledad, I need you. Soledad, I want you.) She was smirking the entire time she spoke, moving closer when she started speaking Spanish. She, however, soon broke her sarcastic smirk to find herself actually smiling with a genuine laugh that followed for the first time all day. She held up one finger before continuing. "But, I guess since you gave me that unexpected but, somewhat pleasant little peep show. I think I can bump you up to the top of that list. Besides, I feel like pissing off your little admirers tonight." She winked before looking towards where she found Brooklyn, Petra, and rest of their little group hanging out. By the last sentence, the sarcasm was back but, she softly took his arm and made their way to where most of the couples gathered.
But, she did find herself pause for a minute, looking back in the direction Kat went in before finding her eyes back at Mason as she loosened her grip on his arm. "And for what it's worth I know the towel thing wasn't on you. That has Kat written all over but... you don't owe me shit, y'know that, right? And if you feel like you have to dance with me as an apology for it... You don't--.. you don't have to. You can dance with someone you actually want to, it won't hurt my feelings." She shrugged. "Ego maybe, but not my feelings."
XXXXXXXXBrooklyn Winslet
X【 Rising Senior | Influential | #7d7d7d | HERE 】
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.
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.
XXXXXXXXDrake Darby
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.
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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Mason Hart
something inside of me just wouldn't settle in.
Soledad Núñez
"I love those who can smile in trouble..."
Katiana Brokenborough
goddamn right you should be scared of me.
Drake Darby
"Nerd Alert."
Brooklyn Winslet
"Life is a game and I'm here to win it."
Petra Kingsley
if our demons cannot dance, neither can we
Air Hirota
"What is life but one grand adventure."
Sean O'Callaghan
"When you lose your temper, you lose yourself."
Lance Aguilar
take center stage, don't stay in the background
Emerson Hill
"Gears and code and whatnot- that's simple. People are a little more complex."
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Lucy Wood
throw sass around like confetti
Asher Blanche
"Keep your enemies closer..."
Minami Nomura
"Dust settles... I don't."
Sean O'Callaghan
"When you lose your temper, you lose yourself."
Katiana Brokenborough
goddamn right you should be scared of me.
Pepper Collins
"One day at a time..."
Thayer Gallup
no place is boring if you've had a good night's sleep and have a pocket full of unexposed film.
Keevan Brennan
"I can't resist a good story."
Soledad Núñez
"I love those who can smile in trouble..."
Emerson Hill
"Gears and code and whatnot- that's simple. People are a little more complex."
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Thayer Gallup
no place is boring if you've had a good night's sleep and have a pocket full of unexposed film.
Sean O'Callaghan
"When you lose your temper, you lose yourself."
Lucy Wood
throw sass around like confetti
Keevan Brennan
"I can't resist a good story."
Emerson Hill
"Gears and code and whatnot- that's simple. People are a little more complex."
Minami Nomura
"Dust settles... I don't."
Mason Hart
something inside of me just wouldn't settle in.
Lance Aguilar
take center stage, don't stay in the background
Brooklyn Winslet
"Life is a game and I'm here to win it."
Petra Kingsley
if our demons cannot dance, neither can we
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