Introduction
Just as a sign of respect and making sure that no one accuses me of plagiarism, I have obtained permission to re-upload and co-GM The Buckley School, as per a discussion with Klayley. With that being said, she is the originator of this roleplay and therefore responsible for the majority of the images found on this page. Do not replicate or re-distribute the images found on this page without giving the original creator their due, nor should you attempt to reboot this roleplay of your own volition without first consulting the person who originally posted it.
Address
3900 Stansbury Avenue, Sherman Oaks, California 91423
The Buckley School is one of the oldest co-ed day schools in Los Angeles — and one of the few with all students, grades K–12, on one campus. Our beautiful 18-acre location is home to 830 students. Escaping the clamor of city life for a serene natural space to learn may seem unrealistic in the middle of Los Angeles, but that's exactly what Buckley's campus provides. Students can push a stool away from a state-of-the-art microscope and eat lunch at a table overlooking the canyon.
Students are safe — physically and emotionally — to simply focus on being students. Visitors to our San Fernando Valley campus are struck by the close-knit nature of the Buckley community, characterized by the warmth and enthusiasm of students, faculty, and parents. Among other things, our facilities include 67 classrooms; two libraries; 725 computers and campus-wide WiFi; 35 interactive whiteboards; 20 interactive projectors; 150 iPads; an indoor gymnasium and theatre; a 4-acre outdoor field and stadium; an indoor pool; a weight-training facility; an outdoor basketball practice court; two Lower School play yards; a nature trail; and a garden and outdoor classroom/patio in Lower School.
Buckley draws students from more than 70 zip codes across Los Angeles, including Beverly Hills, Brentwood, Culver City, Encino, Hancock Park, Hollywood Los Feliz, Pacific Palisades, Sherman Oaks, Studio City, Tarzana, Westchester, and Westwood.
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Student Life
There is something to engage each student’s interest here at Buckley. We offer a wide range of activities that help students expand their horizons. From athletics and clubs to the arts and community service, Buckley students are in action beyond the classroom and beyond the campus.
THE ARTS
Buckley students delve deeply into their chosen craft through an extensive arts program. Middle and Upper School students select arts classes based on their growing interests. Visual arts classes include photography, ceramics, jewelry-making, painting, sculpture, and drawing. Performing arts classes include dance, theatre classes, band, and orchestra.
ATHLETICS
Physical development is a key component of Isabelle Buckley's 4-Fold Plan of Education. At Buckley, athletics encompasses traditional team sports as well as various types of games and movement activities. From the Lower School physical education program, in which students learn hand–eye coordination and cooperation, to Middle School dance classes and the Upper School strength and conditioning program, students across divisions learn the importance and experience the benefits of physical development.
COMMUNITY SERVICE
The Buckley School is committed to service, which enriches all the members of our community. Community service experiences help students expand students' perspectives while benefiting causes, agencies, and individuals in need. Community service can include individual or group projects. Our community service program is broad in scope and integrated with other aspects of our curriculum, including classroom lessons, special events, and the school's clubs and special programs.
MULTICULTURALISM AND INCLUSION
By emphasizing multiculturalism and inclusion across our campus, we commit to creating a community where everyone, regardless of their ability, age, ethnicity, gender, race, religion, sexual orientation or socio-economic status, feels welcome and all students can thrive. Our program helps students develop skills for living in a highly connected, diverse society where a multiplicity of perspectives and experiences are recognized and valued.
STUDENT ACTIVITIES
Student activities complement the work students do in the classroom and foster strong relationships among classmates. Niche organizations such as the Martial Arts Movie Club and the Kite Club round out more time-honored institutions such as Student Council and National Honor Society. With more than 40 clubs, groups, and after-school activities, there is something for everyone to enjoy.
AFTERSCHOOL PROGRAMS
Our thriving Afterschool Programs include sports clinics, enrichment classes, and private music lessons. Sessions are a semester long. Recent offerings include chess club, cooking, dance, hockey, a mock trial club, musical theatre, sewing, science, and yoga. Buckley’s Performing Arts Conservatory also arranges private lessons after school on campus, in several instruments including electric bass, guitar, piano, strings, and voice. A recital at the end of the year showcases student talent.
SUMMER PROGRAMS
Buckley offers a variety of activities as part of our Summer School and Summer Camp. Children can take part in fun academic pursuits and team-building athletic opportunities or explore a number of special topics during week-long sessions. Summer programs are open to both Buckley students and students from other schools.
There is something to engage each student’s interest here at Buckley. We offer a wide range of activities that help students expand their horizons. From athletics and clubs to the arts and community service, Buckley students are in action beyond the classroom and beyond the campus.
THE ARTS
Buckley students delve deeply into their chosen craft through an extensive arts program. Middle and Upper School students select arts classes based on their growing interests. Visual arts classes include photography, ceramics, jewelry-making, painting, sculpture, and drawing. Performing arts classes include dance, theatre classes, band, and orchestra.
ATHLETICS
Physical development is a key component of Isabelle Buckley's 4-Fold Plan of Education. At Buckley, athletics encompasses traditional team sports as well as various types of games and movement activities. From the Lower School physical education program, in which students learn hand–eye coordination and cooperation, to Middle School dance classes and the Upper School strength and conditioning program, students across divisions learn the importance and experience the benefits of physical development.
COMMUNITY SERVICE
The Buckley School is committed to service, which enriches all the members of our community. Community service experiences help students expand students' perspectives while benefiting causes, agencies, and individuals in need. Community service can include individual or group projects. Our community service program is broad in scope and integrated with other aspects of our curriculum, including classroom lessons, special events, and the school's clubs and special programs.
MULTICULTURALISM AND INCLUSION
By emphasizing multiculturalism and inclusion across our campus, we commit to creating a community where everyone, regardless of their ability, age, ethnicity, gender, race, religion, sexual orientation or socio-economic status, feels welcome and all students can thrive. Our program helps students develop skills for living in a highly connected, diverse society where a multiplicity of perspectives and experiences are recognized and valued.
STUDENT ACTIVITIES
Student activities complement the work students do in the classroom and foster strong relationships among classmates. Niche organizations such as the Martial Arts Movie Club and the Kite Club round out more time-honored institutions such as Student Council and National Honor Society. With more than 40 clubs, groups, and after-school activities, there is something for everyone to enjoy.
AFTERSCHOOL PROGRAMS
Our thriving Afterschool Programs include sports clinics, enrichment classes, and private music lessons. Sessions are a semester long. Recent offerings include chess club, cooking, dance, hockey, a mock trial club, musical theatre, sewing, science, and yoga. Buckley’s Performing Arts Conservatory also arranges private lessons after school on campus, in several instruments including electric bass, guitar, piano, strings, and voice. A recital at the end of the year showcases student talent.
SUMMER PROGRAMS
Buckley offers a variety of activities as part of our Summer School and Summer Camp. Children can take part in fun academic pursuits and team-building athletic opportunities or explore a number of special topics during week-long sessions. Summer programs are open to both Buckley students and students from other schools.
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The Bell Schedule & Posting
To keep time flowing and the days moving over the course of the role-play there is going to be a post counter that will keep the time and the periods moving throughout the role-play. How the counter works is that during the weekends and during non-school hours an hour will pass with every 15 posts. So, let's say that in the starter post that I make that kick start the role-play I have my characters do x,y and z and by the end of my post, it's 7:30 a.m.That means that up until whoever makes the 16th post whatever happens to your character will be taking place before 8:00 a.m. So, you can have your character wake up at five o'clock in the morning and whatever happens over the course of your post is happening before 8 a.m. By the 16th post time moves forward and another hour is playable. So, everything that happens with our characters will take place between 8 - 9 o'clock. This aids in making sure that people don't unrealistically move time forward to suit their own needs or out of impatience as every second counts.
Now on school days, once that first bell rings, the post counter restarts and with every twentieth post, a period passes. So, the second someone posts about the first bell ringing the timer restarts and between the first and twelfth post we will be role-playing the first period. On the twenty-first post, second period has started and time moves forward and that we will keep going like that until then end up the final period and which the counter once again restarts and we go back to the 15 post counter. This will keep things from coming to a standstill, and no one is confused about when we should switch to the next class or start a new day. This roleplay is a slice of life roleplay that follows the lives of the middle and high schoolers that attend Buckley. I plan on roleplaying out the daily lives of our students which means that while the roleplay does focus on the Buckley school, a lot of the roleplay will take place outside of the classroom and off of school grounds. Particularly since, when we do begin posting, our story will begin in December during the last week of school before Winter break.
In the beginning, I wouldn't be surprised if there is some confusion so if anyone is in any way puzzled about the post counter let me know and I will attempt to clarify and make things easier to understand. Be mindful that if you are EVER confused, say something in the OOC. We both can be a touch sarcastic at times, yes, but also understanding. Your question could be anyone's question and as stated before, we're expecting the confusion on how things are run. Just ask - I promise you that you will get answered and you'll also be helping someone else who might be in the same confusion boat as yourself.
To keep time flowing and the days moving over the course of the role-play there is going to be a post counter that will keep the time and the periods moving throughout the role-play. How the counter works is that during the weekends and during non-school hours an hour will pass with every 15 posts. So, let's say that in the starter post that I make that kick start the role-play I have my characters do x,y and z and by the end of my post, it's 7:30 a.m.That means that up until whoever makes the 16th post whatever happens to your character will be taking place before 8:00 a.m. So, you can have your character wake up at five o'clock in the morning and whatever happens over the course of your post is happening before 8 a.m. By the 16th post time moves forward and another hour is playable. So, everything that happens with our characters will take place between 8 - 9 o'clock. This aids in making sure that people don't unrealistically move time forward to suit their own needs or out of impatience as every second counts.
Now on school days, once that first bell rings, the post counter restarts and with every twentieth post, a period passes. So, the second someone posts about the first bell ringing the timer restarts and between the first and twelfth post we will be role-playing the first period. On the twenty-first post, second period has started and time moves forward and that we will keep going like that until then end up the final period and which the counter once again restarts and we go back to the 15 post counter. This will keep things from coming to a standstill, and no one is confused about when we should switch to the next class or start a new day. This roleplay is a slice of life roleplay that follows the lives of the middle and high schoolers that attend Buckley. I plan on roleplaying out the daily lives of our students which means that while the roleplay does focus on the Buckley school, a lot of the roleplay will take place outside of the classroom and off of school grounds. Particularly since, when we do begin posting, our story will begin in December during the last week of school before Winter break.
In the beginning, I wouldn't be surprised if there is some confusion so if anyone is in any way puzzled about the post counter let me know and I will attempt to clarify and make things easier to understand. Be mindful that if you are EVER confused, say something in the OOC. We both can be a touch sarcastic at times, yes, but also understanding. Your question could be anyone's question and as stated before, we're expecting the confusion on how things are run. Just ask - I promise you that you will get answered and you'll also be helping someone else who might be in the same confusion boat as yourself.
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Tuition & Fees
Tuition for 2016 - 2017
Lower School (Grades K–5) | Tuition: $33,430 || Middle and Upper Schools (Grades 6–12) | Tuition: $39,320
Tuition covers the annual costs of instruction during the regular academic day, as well as the cost of textbooks, workbooks, certain school supplies, physical education uniforms, school publications, and support of extensive classes in the visual and performing arts. Tuition is higher in the Middle and Upper Schools to cover extra items such as laboratory and art supplies, uniforms for interscholastic athletics, etc.
Students who enroll at Buckley for the first time will be charged an additional nonrefundable $2,000 fee. This new student fee should be paid along with the commitment deposit at the time of enrollment. For new seniors only, the new student fee will be $4,000 to cover the costs of college counseling, transcript preparation, and graduation.
Financial Aid
The Buckley School offers financial aid to families with demonstrated needs based on an evaluation by School and Student Services (SSS) by NAIS. The school’s Financial Aid Committee makes financial aid awards to students who qualify for aid on the basis of financial need and who, in the school’s judgment, are able to make a significant contribution to the Buckley community through their academic accomplishments, talents, and personal attributes. Our review process involves applying consistent principles across all applicants to determine the families most in need of a financial aid grant.
SSS is an independent needs assessment program used by thousands of independent schools nationwide. Families interested in applying for financial aid may begin the process on November 1 each year by completing the Parents’ Financial Statement (PFS) online. Schools that subscribe to SSS can use the information collected on this form about your family size, income, expenses, etc., to help determine your family’s ability to contribute to educational expenses.
Tuition for 2016 - 2017
Lower School (Grades K–5) | Tuition: $33,430 || Middle and Upper Schools (Grades 6–12) | Tuition: $39,320
Tuition covers the annual costs of instruction during the regular academic day, as well as the cost of textbooks, workbooks, certain school supplies, physical education uniforms, school publications, and support of extensive classes in the visual and performing arts. Tuition is higher in the Middle and Upper Schools to cover extra items such as laboratory and art supplies, uniforms for interscholastic athletics, etc.
Students who enroll at Buckley for the first time will be charged an additional nonrefundable $2,000 fee. This new student fee should be paid along with the commitment deposit at the time of enrollment. For new seniors only, the new student fee will be $4,000 to cover the costs of college counseling, transcript preparation, and graduation.
Financial Aid
The Buckley School offers financial aid to families with demonstrated needs based on an evaluation by School and Student Services (SSS) by NAIS. The school’s Financial Aid Committee makes financial aid awards to students who qualify for aid on the basis of financial need and who, in the school’s judgment, are able to make a significant contribution to the Buckley community through their academic accomplishments, talents, and personal attributes. Our review process involves applying consistent principles across all applicants to determine the families most in need of a financial aid grant.
SSS is an independent needs assessment program used by thousands of independent schools nationwide. Families interested in applying for financial aid may begin the process on November 1 each year by completing the Parents’ Financial Statement (PFS) online. Schools that subscribe to SSS can use the information collected on this form about your family size, income, expenses, etc., to help determine your family’s ability to contribute to educational expenses.
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Character Sheet Template
Basics
• Full Name • Nickname(s) • Date of Birth • Age
• Zodiac Sign • Nationality • Ethnicity
• Sexual Orientation • Sexual History • Relationship History
Appearance
• Height • Weight • Body Shape • Body Type
• Skin Tone • Shape of Face • Eyes • Hair
• Distinguishing Marks • Fashion Sense • Overall Attractiveness
Personality
• Good Traits • Bad Traits • Written Personality
• Strengths • Weaknesses • Greatest Joys • Greatest Fears
• Priorities • Life Philosophy
Past
• Hometown • Upbringing
• Idol or Hero • Pets • Dreams
• Education
Present
• Household • Pets
• Secrets • Summer Spent
• Socioeconomic Status
• Residence • Transportation
Family
• Relation To • Relationship Status
Future
• Short Term Goals • Long Term Goals
• Aspirations
The Buckley School
• Grade • Lifer? Newcomer? • Scholarship or Not?
• Group/Clique • Are You Happy? • Would You Change?
• Clubs? • Teams? • Sports? • What Are You Looking Forward To?
Out of Character
• Plotline Ideas for your Character? • Timezone • How Often Do you Post?
Basics
• Full Name • Nickname(s) • Date of Birth • Age
• Zodiac Sign • Nationality • Ethnicity
• Sexual Orientation • Sexual History • Relationship History
Appearance
• Height • Weight • Body Shape • Body Type
• Skin Tone • Shape of Face • Eyes • Hair
• Distinguishing Marks • Fashion Sense • Overall Attractiveness
Personality
• Good Traits • Bad Traits • Written Personality
• Strengths • Weaknesses • Greatest Joys • Greatest Fears
• Priorities • Life Philosophy
Past
• Hometown • Upbringing
• Idol or Hero • Pets • Dreams
• Education
Present
• Household • Pets
• Secrets • Summer Spent
• Socioeconomic Status
• Residence • Transportation
Family
• Relation To • Relationship Status
Future
• Short Term Goals • Long Term Goals
• Aspirations
The Buckley School
• Grade • Lifer? Newcomer? • Scholarship or Not?
• Group/Clique • Are You Happy? • Would You Change?
• Clubs? • Teams? • Sports? • What Are You Looking Forward To?
Out of Character
• Plotline Ideas for your Character? • Timezone • How Often Do you Post?
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The Rules
1. Reservations. Don't start a sheet unless you have every intention of finishing it. Reservations will be accepted and last for one week. There's no need to tell you or assure you that you'll be getting an extension because a week is a rather long time to get a sheet in (and most people get it done in at least 72 hrs), so if you cannot adhere to that, then you do not need to be involved with this RP. Upon submitting your reservation, you need to provide the following:
~Face Claim
~Grade
~Clique
~AP Student or not?
2. Character Limits. You can have a maximum of 14 characters (although I can't see anyone making that many). Try not to make more characters than you can handle. If at any time it becomes overwhelming or you just lose interest in certain characters we can find a way to write them out of the role-play.
3. Ratios and Diversity. As important as things like activeness and inclusiveness are in a role-play, ratios are also critical (or, at least, I feel so). In the high school role-plays that I've been apart of and created I've noticed that every character that is created is either a junior or a senior, and they are often popular. This lack of diversity I feel makes the role-play boring and is what often contributes to role-plays dying.
No one makes underclassmen because their characters won't have anyone to interact with which is boring because their character has nothing to do which ultimately leads to disinterest and the person leaving the role-play. And again, this is an RP about a school with K-12 and I can assure you, the K+ was not added for shits and giggles. Having all wealthy and famous characters is also boring as it's no longer impressive or unique. Naturally, this role-play takes place in California and plenty of students will probably have dreams of becoming famous singers and starlets. But, not everyone has to be a multi-selling artist or from a family with millions upon millions of dollars. Diversity is a good thing.
I will stress this again once I get to the reservation tab, but if you're gonna reserve, you need to be considerate of all of these things: the fact that we need just as many guys as there are girls (which means no reserving more than one girl without a male reserved somewhere), we need more than just seniors and juniors, and I'm mandating that people create characters from the other grades, and that middle school students are on the line as well (if you are reserving more than two characters [and also, DO NOT try to change your mind about the number of characters you reserve simply because you're being asked to consider playing middle schoolers], then I am asking that third and/or fourth character be in grades 6-9). If you need help with finding baby faces, here is a face claim directory and considering people use gifs, I'm sure you know how to search Tumblr for more.
4. Activeness. This should go without saying, but in inactive role-play is a dead role-play. I'm not asking people to dedicate every hour of every day to this role-play or to make this role-play their sole focus because that would be stupid and crazy unrealistic. As much of I love role-play I also love the real world and the real world often takes me away from my computer- which isn't a bad thing. All I ask is that if you're going to join this role-play then be a part of it and be active. Get your characters involved with other role-players' characters and be considerate enough not to keep people waiting for your response for days at a time. You don't have to be on and post every day, but if you're only posting once or twice every week, then it's best that you not join.
5. Inclusiveness. I feel like I've touched on this already and it really shouldn't need to be a rule because roleplaying is all about togetherness and stuff, but I'll say it anyway - don't exclude people. This is a school-based role-play which means that the characters are going to be rather cliquey. However, just because your characters aren't in the same clique or group, it doesn't mean that they'll have to have zero contact with each other. It's school. Teachers don't give a damn about cliques. Partner your characters up through projects or after-school clubs and teams or taking it outside of school and get creativity. The best thing about high school is that drama is never far away. Don't be afraid to start drama!
6. Relationships. Before you sign up for this role-play, you should know that there will be a relations tab and before anyone is allowed to post in the IC, your connections and links to other characters need to be documented. I'll make the relations tab after the majority of the characters have been accepted. You'll only be responsible for working out relations between your accepted characters and the other already accepted characters. As other characters get accepted, you will be expected to reach out to new role-players and work out relations between their characters and yours and, of course, update your sheet.
7. Face Claims. Being that this is a realistic role-play face claims are, of course, a given. In some role-plays the gm asks that people try to use face claims that aren't used often, but I don't really care. It's your character use whoever face that you wish. However, you all know which face claims do not fit the middle school/high school genre, which means that no Benedict Cumberbatch and Chris Hemsworth will not pass as high school seniors. I will tell you to try again if the face claim chosen is too old.
8. Character Sheet. I have created a character sheet template because I feel like it's easier for everyone that way. All the information asked for must be given but you can add, format it and dress it up however you like. I am all for quality over quantity, but that doesn't mean I am for one sentence answers. This is a semi-literate role-play, and while I don't need novels, I do expect at least a couple of paragraphs (paragraphs include 5-7 sentences each). This goes for both sheets and the role-play in general.
9. Maturity. This role-play about middle and high schoolers going through life and along the way, things like violence, drug abuse, self-harm, sexuality, profanity or other adult themes can find it's way into the narrative. Be mindful of what you right and remember that this is a friendly role-play not some tasteless 50 Shades of Grey fan-fiction. Keep it tasteful and overall respectful.
10. Have Fun. After all the rules I feel like I also need to state that this is meant to be fun, and I want people to have fun. Keep the drama between the characters, not each other. Don't be afraid to communication with me and the other role-players. Share your ideas and if you get stumped and get hit with writer's block - LET US KNOW! We're all here to have fun and create a story full of interesting characters and drama. I look forward to taking this journey with you all! =D
1. Reservations. Don't start a sheet unless you have every intention of finishing it. Reservations will be accepted and last for one week. There's no need to tell you or assure you that you'll be getting an extension because a week is a rather long time to get a sheet in (and most people get it done in at least 72 hrs), so if you cannot adhere to that, then you do not need to be involved with this RP. Upon submitting your reservation, you need to provide the following:
~Face Claim
~Grade
~Clique
~AP Student or not?
2. Character Limits. You can have a maximum of 14 characters (although I can't see anyone making that many). Try not to make more characters than you can handle. If at any time it becomes overwhelming or you just lose interest in certain characters we can find a way to write them out of the role-play.
3. Ratios and Diversity. As important as things like activeness and inclusiveness are in a role-play, ratios are also critical (or, at least, I feel so). In the high school role-plays that I've been apart of and created I've noticed that every character that is created is either a junior or a senior, and they are often popular. This lack of diversity I feel makes the role-play boring and is what often contributes to role-plays dying.
No one makes underclassmen because their characters won't have anyone to interact with which is boring because their character has nothing to do which ultimately leads to disinterest and the person leaving the role-play. And again, this is an RP about a school with K-12 and I can assure you, the K+ was not added for shits and giggles. Having all wealthy and famous characters is also boring as it's no longer impressive or unique. Naturally, this role-play takes place in California and plenty of students will probably have dreams of becoming famous singers and starlets. But, not everyone has to be a multi-selling artist or from a family with millions upon millions of dollars. Diversity is a good thing.
I will stress this again once I get to the reservation tab, but if you're gonna reserve, you need to be considerate of all of these things: the fact that we need just as many guys as there are girls (which means no reserving more than one girl without a male reserved somewhere), we need more than just seniors and juniors, and I'm mandating that people create characters from the other grades, and that middle school students are on the line as well (if you are reserving more than two characters [and also, DO NOT try to change your mind about the number of characters you reserve simply because you're being asked to consider playing middle schoolers], then I am asking that third and/or fourth character be in grades 6-9). If you need help with finding baby faces, here is a face claim directory and considering people use gifs, I'm sure you know how to search Tumblr for more.
4. Activeness. This should go without saying, but in inactive role-play is a dead role-play. I'm not asking people to dedicate every hour of every day to this role-play or to make this role-play their sole focus because that would be stupid and crazy unrealistic. As much of I love role-play I also love the real world and the real world often takes me away from my computer- which isn't a bad thing. All I ask is that if you're going to join this role-play then be a part of it and be active. Get your characters involved with other role-players' characters and be considerate enough not to keep people waiting for your response for days at a time. You don't have to be on and post every day, but if you're only posting once or twice every week, then it's best that you not join.
5. Inclusiveness. I feel like I've touched on this already and it really shouldn't need to be a rule because roleplaying is all about togetherness and stuff, but I'll say it anyway - don't exclude people. This is a school-based role-play which means that the characters are going to be rather cliquey. However, just because your characters aren't in the same clique or group, it doesn't mean that they'll have to have zero contact with each other. It's school. Teachers don't give a damn about cliques. Partner your characters up through projects or after-school clubs and teams or taking it outside of school and get creativity. The best thing about high school is that drama is never far away. Don't be afraid to start drama!
6. Relationships. Before you sign up for this role-play, you should know that there will be a relations tab and before anyone is allowed to post in the IC, your connections and links to other characters need to be documented. I'll make the relations tab after the majority of the characters have been accepted. You'll only be responsible for working out relations between your accepted characters and the other already accepted characters. As other characters get accepted, you will be expected to reach out to new role-players and work out relations between their characters and yours and, of course, update your sheet.
7. Face Claims. Being that this is a realistic role-play face claims are, of course, a given. In some role-plays the gm asks that people try to use face claims that aren't used often, but I don't really care. It's your character use whoever face that you wish. However, you all know which face claims do not fit the middle school/high school genre, which means that no Benedict Cumberbatch and Chris Hemsworth will not pass as high school seniors. I will tell you to try again if the face claim chosen is too old.
8. Character Sheet. I have created a character sheet template because I feel like it's easier for everyone that way. All the information asked for must be given but you can add, format it and dress it up however you like. I am all for quality over quantity, but that doesn't mean I am for one sentence answers. This is a semi-literate role-play, and while I don't need novels, I do expect at least a couple of paragraphs (paragraphs include 5-7 sentences each). This goes for both sheets and the role-play in general.
9. Maturity. This role-play about middle and high schoolers going through life and along the way, things like violence, drug abuse, self-harm, sexuality, profanity or other adult themes can find it's way into the narrative. Be mindful of what you right and remember that this is a friendly role-play not some tasteless 50 Shades of Grey fan-fiction. Keep it tasteful and overall respectful.
10. Have Fun. After all the rules I feel like I also need to state that this is meant to be fun, and I want people to have fun. Keep the drama between the characters, not each other. Don't be afraid to communication with me and the other role-players. Share your ideas and if you get stumped and get hit with writer's block - LET US KNOW! We're all here to have fun and create a story full of interesting characters and drama. I look forward to taking this journey with you all! =D
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Friday, December 9, 2016 | 4:45 PM
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Location: The Escuyos Family Home
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Location: The Escuyos Family Home
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Escuyos Family Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Escuyos Family Home
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Thought Color ✧ #3f0000
"What's the point of even having a phone if you ain't even gonna answer it?" Luke demanded the second Derek jogged through the front door, accepting the towel he had purposefully left on the coffee table from his brother. Wiping it over his sweaty chest, Derek took in his brother's attire for the evening. Luke must, as always, be already ready for tonight's impromptu party. It was impromptu in the sense that this hadn't been planned for days to come like most parties the A-Listers threw and it didn't include some random ass theme that forced people to either spend the money they didn't have, or scrounge up stuff together from what they did. It was a regular high school party for high school kids that didn't require too much on anyone's part, a welcoming surprise considering the last two weeks of getting together last-minute projects and cramming for finals. And of course, no matter if it was the usual kind of party they dealt with or not, Luke just had to show off.
"Sorry, didn't realize I was inconveniencing anyone since my girlfriend, you know, the one I actually need to answer to knows that I was going for a run before picking her up," was Derek's response as he removed his hat. It had been his defense against having the sun's ways in his eyes and his hair - despite still being shorter than what he was used to - was wet with sweat underneath. In the process of running the towel over his damp hair, Derek missed the exaggerated eye roll of annoyance from the Wannabe. "Well, you did inconvenience me and I feel as though the best way you can make it up to me is by getting me an Uber in the next two point five seconds or you're cancelled." Derek chuckled, throwing his towel in Lucas' face just to hear the sound of disgust. "Last I checked, you had your own money," Derek reminded him and began to walk away. The party wasn't happening for the next hour and some change, so he figured that he could hop in to take a quick shower and then drive over to Rhapsody to get her to come out. "Yeah, but Gramps wanted to bitch and moan about mom saying something about my web data use and how it made the bill go up, so I had to give her some money or whatever, so are you gonna give it to me or what?" Derek had to pause at his bedroom door then, shooting both an impressed and surprised look his brother's way. "Oh shit, you adulting? Never thought I'd see the day." Derek's explanation probably didn't give Lucas enough credit considering the fact that his brother had two jobs to his own one, but Luke was stingy with his money and that was a fact. Even if it was his part of the phone bill that had possibly stressed their mother out, Luke normally would have bitched right back at their grandfather before storming out and complaining that everyone was against him when he hadn't even done anything, and a host of other things he would have still had lingering under his breath for the next few days. "I'm so used to you being ready to start World War III in here that I wouldn't have even thought you would - "
"Ok, but is you finished or is you done cuz I got places to be, people to see, and bitches to slay?" Luke interrupted with a neck roll of attitude, his annoyance amplified by how lax Derek was being for a guy who had yet to say that he was going to be a good brother for once. Not that Derek wasn't typically a good brother, but Luke honestly didn't have time and his impatience was showing. Derek laughed then and placed a hand in his left sweatpants pocket where his phone was. "And where do you think you're going?" Luke huffed. "I ain't gotta tell you. Who do you think you are? My father?" Derek raised an eyebrow and pulled his phone out. "Nah, just the guy who needs to know the location so that the driver knows where they're taking you." Luke didn't even bother to grant the "oh" his lips had formed for a second an audible sound; he just rolled his eyes, pulled his own phone out, and leaned against the door frame while he explained, "Well, if you must know, Leah invited me to come pre-game with her and let her and whomever else is coming get ready for the party, and then she was gonna be my ride there." And Derek didn't miss the pride in Luke's voice when he spoke. To this day, he wasn't exactly sure why becoming an A-Lister was going to be so great for Lucas in any way. Sure, being friends with Aaliyah could be fun; Derek had proof of that. But still, the fact that his brother was so pressed about it made him wary, but he typed in the essentials before giving Luke a look. "Alright, driver will be here in three minutes. Can you try not to go all out tonight? I do not need to bring you home wasted again.." Luke beamed in triumph. [color=#DEB887]"Mmmm...no promises. Love you!" He sing-songed and skipped away, typing out a text to Rhapsody while Derek text Aaliyah.
To: Leah
Don't let him go overboard like last time.
To: Derek
No promises ;D
To: Rhaps
Ur boyfriend's a party pooper
"Sorry, didn't realize I was inconveniencing anyone since my girlfriend, you know, the one I actually need to answer to knows that I was going for a run before picking her up," was Derek's response as he removed his hat. It had been his defense against having the sun's ways in his eyes and his hair - despite still being shorter than what he was used to - was wet with sweat underneath. In the process of running the towel over his damp hair, Derek missed the exaggerated eye roll of annoyance from the Wannabe. "Well, you did inconvenience me and I feel as though the best way you can make it up to me is by getting me an Uber in the next two point five seconds or you're cancelled." Derek chuckled, throwing his towel in Lucas' face just to hear the sound of disgust. "Last I checked, you had your own money," Derek reminded him and began to walk away. The party wasn't happening for the next hour and some change, so he figured that he could hop in to take a quick shower and then drive over to Rhapsody to get her to come out. "Yeah, but Gramps wanted to bitch and moan about mom saying something about my web data use and how it made the bill go up, so I had to give her some money or whatever, so are you gonna give it to me or what?" Derek had to pause at his bedroom door then, shooting both an impressed and surprised look his brother's way. "Oh shit, you adulting? Never thought I'd see the day." Derek's explanation probably didn't give Lucas enough credit considering the fact that his brother had two jobs to his own one, but Luke was stingy with his money and that was a fact. Even if it was his part of the phone bill that had possibly stressed their mother out, Luke normally would have bitched right back at their grandfather before storming out and complaining that everyone was against him when he hadn't even done anything, and a host of other things he would have still had lingering under his breath for the next few days. "I'm so used to you being ready to start World War III in here that I wouldn't have even thought you would - "
"Ok, but is you finished or is you done cuz I got places to be, people to see, and bitches to slay?" Luke interrupted with a neck roll of attitude, his annoyance amplified by how lax Derek was being for a guy who had yet to say that he was going to be a good brother for once. Not that Derek wasn't typically a good brother, but Luke honestly didn't have time and his impatience was showing. Derek laughed then and placed a hand in his left sweatpants pocket where his phone was. "And where do you think you're going?" Luke huffed. "I ain't gotta tell you. Who do you think you are? My father?" Derek raised an eyebrow and pulled his phone out. "Nah, just the guy who needs to know the location so that the driver knows where they're taking you." Luke didn't even bother to grant the "oh" his lips had formed for a second an audible sound; he just rolled his eyes, pulled his own phone out, and leaned against the door frame while he explained, "Well, if you must know, Leah invited me to come pre-game with her and let her and whomever else is coming get ready for the party, and then she was gonna be my ride there." And Derek didn't miss the pride in Luke's voice when he spoke. To this day, he wasn't exactly sure why becoming an A-Lister was going to be so great for Lucas in any way. Sure, being friends with Aaliyah could be fun; Derek had proof of that. But still, the fact that his brother was so pressed about it made him wary, but he typed in the essentials before giving Luke a look. "Alright, driver will be here in three minutes. Can you try not to go all out tonight? I do not need to bring you home wasted again.." Luke beamed in triumph. [color=#DEB887]"Mmmm...no promises. Love you!" He sing-songed and skipped away, typing out a text to Rhapsody while Derek text Aaliyah.
To: Leah
Don't let him go overboard like last time.
To: Derek
No promises ;D
To: Rhaps
Ur boyfriend's a party pooper
↳ ACE . BRONSON ↲
Hex Code: #DF1616
Location: Ace Bronson's Home
Outfit: Here
While Ace was never the type to be meticulous about his party details, everything usually turned out to be big and fun. He had already had a bunch of his older friends buy a ton of kegs, cases of beer, and bottles of liquor for him, and they were all already set up; mostly in the yard, since his family's house had its own bar set up in its open layout outside area, but with one drink station in the kitchen as well, for those who preferred to be indoors. While he was already expecting a crazy party, in his defense, he always did his best to make sure that there was minimal damage done to the inside of his house, since waking up the next morning with a crazy hangover did not mesh well with having to freak out about how he was going to get a huge vomit stain out of his mother's insanely expensive new couch. He had went out yesterday and bought tons of mixers, cups, ping pong balls and snacks, and he had a few tables set up in the yard for beer pong and other drinking games, and he was paying a junior Animal to DJ the party. Additionally, he had already placed various orders on Grubhub from different restaurants in the area, ensuring that around eight o'clock, they would be getting deliveries of pizzas, burgers, tacos, sushi, and whatever else he had impulsively added to the orders. It all went on to his father's credit card, but Ace had already told his parents that he was hosting a "small gathering" with some of his "closest friends" to celebrate being done with finals, and that they were mostly going to pig out on food and watch movies. That would justify the thousand plus dollars worth of the Grubhub bill, and though he wasn't being entirely honest, Ace knew that his parents knew what he was really up to anyway. He was lying mostly out of respect, he justified to himself, because at least now they could act like they truly had no knowledge that their son was hosting an underage party in their home.
While this party wasn't going to be fancy or super official, Ace had invited over some of the Royals to help him get ready. Some of the girls were hanging string lights in the yard on the tree, to make the ambiance a bit prettier, and the guys were ensuring that the kegs were properly placed, while the DJ was setting up his gear. Ace, meanwhile, sat on one of the stools in his kitchen, and he watched intently as Alyssa, a prep, poured chips into a bowl on the other side of the island. He wasn't truly interested in her, but that didn't mean that he couldn't admire the view whenever it presented itself to him. Besides, she was one of the more down-to-earth A-listers that he knew, so she was always a go-to choice for helping him get ready. Until everyone else got here, Ace was opting to drink beer from the bottle. He would probably move on to drinking from the keg once people started showing up, and there was no doubt in his mind that he would end up turning to liquor before the night was over, but for now, he would be as classy as a seventeen-year-old drinking beer could be. "I love Jules, don't get me wrong," Alyssa said, as she tossed the empty bag into the trash, before returning to face Ace. "But I feel like she's not that into you. I mean, you've been trying to get her to date you for how long? Trust me, Ace-y, if a girl was into you, she would date you the second you offered. Actually, let's be real. She would be the one pushing to date you. If I had one wish for tonight, it would be that you would try to broaden your horizons. Hook up with someone else, for a change." Ace knew that Alyssa was probably right. He and Juliette hooked up pretty regularly at parties, but it was always him who was pushing for more, even if that just meant seeing her soberly and grabbing dinner or watching a movie. She seemed to have little interest in any of that, and in all honesty, that was something that was new for Ace, since he was used to being drooled over. Clearly, the chase was part of the reason that he was so insistent on winning Juliette over, but he considered now that maybe it wouldn't hurt to branch out tonight. The last time he had done so, with Camila, he definitely had nothing to complain about when it was all over, even if she swore him to secrecy over it. Still, though, it didn't keep him from sending a text to Juliette, along with some other people, after he posted a picture of him and Alyssa to Snapchat.
To: Juliette
I'm hurt that you didn't come through to help me set up.
To: Leah
Holding my wife hostage I'm guessing? When are you gonna learn to be a good wingman?
To: Adrien
Bro you better be coming through tonight
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Location: The Shank Family Estate; Aaliyah's Bedroom
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Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5
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Location: The Shank Family Estate; Aaliyah's Bedroom
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Location: The Shank Family Estate; Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color ✦ #C8A2C8
Thought Color ✧ #22570B
Aaliyah sighed softly, pausing in her fingerwork to stare at the thick mass of dark curls that sat before her. Tiny hunched shoulders remained steadfast in their defensive posture, as if by some miracle the stance would protect them from the vicious enemy. The vicious enemy being her fingers, which honestly weren't even as offensive as Genneya was making them out to be. "Genneya," she began quite calmly, which only served to make said pre-teen wince because despite the tranquil note to her sister's voice, Genneya knew for a fact that underlying it was an annoyance that Aaliyah hadn't allowed to reach her eyes yet. Aaliyah didn't speak for a moment, just reached over to her nightstand - over the sleeping toddler who had made herself quite comfortable tucked into Aaliyah's side after indulging in a few bites of Aaliyah's dessert - to pick up the bottle of The Dudes’ Grandma’s Pecan English Style Brown Ale. Aaliyah wasn't exactly a beer person per say, but their chef Lauren had always said that it paired excellently with her Salted Pretzel Toffee Bread Pudding with Stout Anglaise, whipped cream and candied pecans. And since it was rare for Aaliyah to turn down a dessert and she was supposed to be pre-gaming with her girls, she hadn't hesitated to snack on it (with her niece, Sophia's, help, of course) while sipping beer. While drinking, Aaliyah text Ace back, smirking to herself as she did so. Once she had two strong swallows, Aaliyah set the bottle back down and turned back to the task at hand, finishing her statement, "you have far too much hair to act like you're tender-headed. I'm literally just finishing the big cornrow on the left side and then I have to do the one on the right. I warned you that it was going to feel a little tight when I combined all of the cornrows."
"Yeah, but you didn't say that you were going to make it tight," Genneya whined, shooting a small glare Camila's way just for being in Aaliyah's room and not saving her. It definitely wasn't the senior's fault, but someone had to pay for her misgivings. Aaliyah raised her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, as if praying for a silent miracle, and then cut her eyes at the drawn curtains that led to her sitting area. She had let Juliette go in there and change and even had Genneya move the floor length mirror in there so that the brunette could see what she was trying on. "But you knew I was going to have to. Your hair doesn't stay in braids for too long unless I make them tight and I refuse to redo them simply because they're making you uncomfortable right now," Aaliyah explained, putting a bit of Kim Kimble's Bounce Back Curl Cream into the palm of her hands, rubbing them together, and then applying it to the braid she was working on. It wasn't going to take long to finish Genneya's hair, especially if Aaliyah managed to ignore her sister's pouting and flinching. Besides, she really did need to hurry if Gigi and Damien were going to sneak out of the house with Sophia sleep. The toddler would have demanded that she go to Glowzone with them and then that Genneya entertain her for the night as if the rest of her classmates weren't who Genneya were there for. "Fiiiiiinnne. But I'm telling Cyd that you're abusing me." That was enough to make Aaliyah roll her eyes. "Have at it then." And once Genneya pulled her phone out of her pocket, she very much did.
To: Cyd
Ur cuzzin is abusin me.
To: Cat
Ur lucky Leah doesn't do ur hair like she does mine. She's abusive D:
To: Ace
Cry me a river ;D
Soon enough, though, and much quicker than Genneya had expected, Aaliyah had finished her hair. It had never taken Aaliyah long to do her hair, anyway. "Alright, you better leave while this one," Leah nodded towards a sleeping Sophia who cuddled further into her side, small head creeping onto Aaliyah's lap, "is down for the count. Have fun. And don't let your brother get on any rides. Tonight is for all of you." If Genneya had truly heard any of what Aaliyah had said, the older Shanks girl wouldn't have known because the child rushed the slide back into her shoes and scoop of her phone and bag before dashing out of the room while exclaiming really fast, "Ok. Thank you. Love you. Bye!" With another sigh, Aaliyah relaxed back against her pillows, fixing Camila with a look. "One down, another one to go." The other one being Juliette. It wouldn't take Aaliyah too long to get ready, especially since her hair and makeup were already done. She had figured out her look for the night already and was quite comfortable with the idea of it. Juliette was always a completely different story. The girl was never really the first one prepared for a really casual party and she was always freaked out when she needed to prepare for one. And freaking out always entailed a shopping excursion Juliette's already stuffed closet didn't need. Speaking of, while Aaliyah reached for her beer again, she called over to the sitting area, "Jules, we're still waiting."
"Yeah, but you didn't say that you were going to make it tight," Genneya whined, shooting a small glare Camila's way just for being in Aaliyah's room and not saving her. It definitely wasn't the senior's fault, but someone had to pay for her misgivings. Aaliyah raised her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, as if praying for a silent miracle, and then cut her eyes at the drawn curtains that led to her sitting area. She had let Juliette go in there and change and even had Genneya move the floor length mirror in there so that the brunette could see what she was trying on. "But you knew I was going to have to. Your hair doesn't stay in braids for too long unless I make them tight and I refuse to redo them simply because they're making you uncomfortable right now," Aaliyah explained, putting a bit of Kim Kimble's Bounce Back Curl Cream into the palm of her hands, rubbing them together, and then applying it to the braid she was working on. It wasn't going to take long to finish Genneya's hair, especially if Aaliyah managed to ignore her sister's pouting and flinching. Besides, she really did need to hurry if Gigi and Damien were going to sneak out of the house with Sophia sleep. The toddler would have demanded that she go to Glowzone with them and then that Genneya entertain her for the night as if the rest of her classmates weren't who Genneya were there for. "Fiiiiiinnne. But I'm telling Cyd that you're abusing me." That was enough to make Aaliyah roll her eyes. "Have at it then." And once Genneya pulled her phone out of her pocket, she very much did.
To: Cyd
Ur cuzzin is abusin me.
To: Cat
Ur lucky Leah doesn't do ur hair like she does mine. She's abusive D:
To: Ace
Cry me a river ;D
Soon enough, though, and much quicker than Genneya had expected, Aaliyah had finished her hair. It had never taken Aaliyah long to do her hair, anyway. "Alright, you better leave while this one," Leah nodded towards a sleeping Sophia who cuddled further into her side, small head creeping onto Aaliyah's lap, "is down for the count. Have fun. And don't let your brother get on any rides. Tonight is for all of you." If Genneya had truly heard any of what Aaliyah had said, the older Shanks girl wouldn't have known because the child rushed the slide back into her shoes and scoop of her phone and bag before dashing out of the room while exclaiming really fast, "Ok. Thank you. Love you. Bye!" With another sigh, Aaliyah relaxed back against her pillows, fixing Camila with a look. "One down, another one to go." The other one being Juliette. It wouldn't take Aaliyah too long to get ready, especially since her hair and makeup were already done. She had figured out her look for the night already and was quite comfortable with the idea of it. Juliette was always a completely different story. The girl was never really the first one prepared for a really casual party and she was always freaked out when she needed to prepare for one. And freaking out always entailed a shopping excursion Juliette's already stuffed closet didn't need. Speaking of, while Aaliyah reached for her beer again, she called over to the sitting area, "Jules, we're still waiting."
JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT
Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #7957C2
"Okay, so what do you guys think of this? It's like... edgy chic, right? I bought the body suit forever ago at Armani when I was in New York, and I just totally forgot to wear it. The fishnet look isn't too much, right? I wish Ace could be a little more specific with his dress code! Then it wouldn't have taken me this long to figure out what to wear!" she exclaimed, as she entered the bedroom, even though that assertion was far from true. Juliette could have had two years to figure out what to wear for tonight's party, and as always, she would have waited until the day before, or the day of, to start freaking out about how she had absolutely nothing to wear. It related to how dramatic Juliette was, because these kinds of things almost always resulted in her having at least one mental breakdown where she would send out some emotional group text to her friends about how they were just going to have to leave without her, because her life was horrible and she was in no way, shape or form, leaving her house. Luckily, Juliette had gotten that done and over with yesterday, and then went shopping with her mother that night, making it mentally easier to come over to Aaliyah's this afternoon, since she had shopping bags and shopping bags full of potential outfits. Right now, the majority of them were scattered all over the floor of the attached room that Juliette had been changing in, and as improper as it was, it wouldn't even register to Juliette that it was incredibly impolite not to clean up after herself. She didn't have to clean up after herself at home, she would ration, and besides, having to touch all of those atrocious clothes, that had all looked despicable when she tried them on again today, would only ruin her mood.
Juliette was pretty big on fashion, so it was probably surprising that she struggled so often to find clothes that she liked. Her father was one of the biggest behind-the-scenes names in the fashion industry, so it would have been almost impossible for her to not have such a strong fashion sense in her life, and the struggle really came from her own body image issues. She could recognize that all of the clothes she owned were nice and fashionable, but it was just that she didn't like the way that she looked in them. It was ridiculous, as she had the kind of model-like body where she could pull of almost any look, but that wasn't something that she could register. Nonetheless, after all of the freaking out, she was somewhat satisfied with her current appearance, and if her friends did decide to tell her that she didn't like the outfit, there was a 100% chance that she was going to go home, and they probably knew that too. Juliette was nothing if she wasn't dramatic.
Speaking of Ace, Juliette noticed that he had texted her when she returned to the end table that she had left her phone on. In that moment too, she noticed that Aaliyah's niece was asleep, and made a mental note to be a bit quieter than she normally was. Ace's text made her roll her eyes, and she left it without answering. Juliette did like Ace... just not in a relationship way. She wasn't the kind of the girl who liked addressing her feelings for anyone, so she refused to allow herself to even consider romance as being something that she would possibly engage in. The physical aspect of her relationship with the blonde was enough for her, and she kind of wished that he would leave it there too.
She proceeded to help herself to a sip of the open beer on Aaliyah's night stand, but she grimaced at the taste of even that small sip. It tasted good for beer, but Juliette didn't like beer to begin with (which was why her even attempting it made no sense). "Can I be the bartender and make us drinks? Pretty puh-leaseeeeeeee?" she inquired, remembering the sleeping toddler halfway through her request and quieting her voice noticably at the end of it. She looked to Camila, a mischievous look on her face, as if she had already decided that she was going to go make them drinks regardless of what Aaliyah had to say about it. "I feel like you need something with tequila in it."
C Y D N E E . B L A C K
Dialogue Color: #666666
Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cydnee's Outfit
C A T . V A L E N T I N E
Dialogue Color: #a84468
Location: The Shanks' Residence | Cydnee's Bedroom
Cat's Outfit
"I'm not moving," Cat objected, even though she definitely had been. She was growing reckless from having to sit still for so long, especially as Gigi's text arrived in her inbox, and she was reminded of how much fun she could be having right now. Not that the mention of Aaliyah alluded to fun, but just the reminder of Gigi did. "Remember to do sparkles! I love sparkles!" she added in though, as she did her best to keep her head still all while typing out a response to Gigi.
To: Gigi
What does your hair look like! Is it pretty!
"Really? You're not moving?" Cydnee questioned sarcastically with a roll of her eyes, as Cat opened her eyes mid eye liner application to answer her phone. Luckily, Cydnee had just about finished them up by then, and paused to read her own text from Gigi too. She had her own response for the girl, one that was meant half-playfully, but only because as much as she was joking, it wasn't uncommon for she and Aaliyah to settle their silly little squabbles with a sometimes less-than-playful hit or two.
To: Gigi
Pop that bitch right in the jaw. From my experience that's the only way she seems to learn who she is not gonna be messing with
"Just sit still so I can finish your eyes, and then I just need to use some setting spray on you and you'll be good," she insisted once her phone was resting on her vanity once again. She turned Cat's swivel chair slightly, so she was facing her better, and snatched the girl's phone from her hands before tossing it across the room where it landed on her bed with a gentle thud. "That's so you'll keep your eyes shut," she reasoned, pushing Cat's head back only slightly so the lighting hit her better.
Cat was going to do her best to remain still, especially now that her phone was nowhere within reach, but she didn't think it was necessary to stop moving her mouth when all Cydnee was working on was her eyes. "Me and you should totally skip Ace's party and go to Glowzone with Gigi instead! They have laser tag and mini golf there!"
"And Ace's house has vodka and tequila. Pretty sure one easily beats the other on the fun meter, Cat."
"That's what I'm saying! Laser tag is more fun than that!" Cat agreed enthusiastically, as if Cydnee had used her line as a reinforcement that Gigi's party sounded more fun too. "Alcohol doesn't even taste good."
"You don't drink it because it tastes good. I'll make you something tonight that tastes good enough and show you it's better than laser tag. Have you ever even tried it before?"
"One time when I was in second grade, I was at my communion at church and I drank wine," she offered, as if that really counted. "It tasted gross and a bunch of people drank out of the same cup right before me which is probably why I got strep throat the next day."
"That doesn't count," Cydnee said, too occupied with stepping back to examine Cat's face from afar to focus on giving her a deadpan expression at the girl for really thinking that that example counted. Her face looked good, even if the looks she gave Cat were never extremely memorable. Again, they couldn't be. It just wouldn't fit with who Cat was. Sometimes for that reason, combined with the fact that Cat was her friend (whether she wanted to admit that or not), Cydnee felt bad about still charging the girl. It was clear that Cat liked getting her makeup done at least in part out of having a desire to socialize, and it was sad that she had to pay for that, but Cydnee always had to remind herself that it was Cat who drove an Audi, not her. Cydnee had never been to Cat's house, and she honestly knew very little about the girl's upbringing, but she was pretty sure that she came from money. If not, there was no way that she would be so willing to spend $50 once a week or so, for Cydnee to do her makeup. "You look good," she said, after the final touches were done and she had sprayed the girl with a setting spray to keep everything in place.
With the final blessing that she could finally open her eyes and move, Cat spun around to face herself in Cydnee's mirror. "I do look good," she instantly beamed, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She had come to Cydnee's house completely ready for the party, and she didn't even consider that Cydnee would want time to herself now to get ready before going to the party. In her mind, they were going to the party together because... well, why not?! She did, however, know that she needed to reach out to some friends since Cydnee's dictator-styled makeover session had forced her to relinquish her phone for a bit, so the first thing that she did once she retrieved it was make a Snapchat video. Finding the cat filter, her favorite one, she began filming herself, saying, "Hey guys! Look how pretty Cydnee made me! I love her! Haha!", before flipping the camera to face the girl as Cat continued to laugh happily. She made sure to personally send it to Jasmine, Gigi, Ari, Juliette, Sabina, and Cydnee herself, before also posting it to her Story.
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"One down, another one to go." Cami stifles a smile, knowing full well that the one left will be much harder to settle than Aaliyah's younger sister was. The brunette's eyes landed on the next victim as she entered the room, eyebrows raising in a stressful fashion as she explained the events that led her to choosing her outfit. While listening, Camila has half a mind to tell the girl the bodysuit doesn't really suit her, if only to mess with her head because of course it looks perfect on her figure just like anything else would. But Miss Santos is smarter than that and knows that if she indulges her urge to have a little fun with her favorite drama queen it will only result in her ad Aaliyah having to hold her back while she attempts to make a run for the door to go back home and sulk about how mean Camila is to her. Which would then result in them being late.
"Jules, please. You could wear a trash bag and crocks and you'd probably start a new fashion trend." she finally says, deciding to borrow some of Juliette's overdramatic vocabulary. "You look perfect" a dark pink fingernail meets her chin for one tap before adding "Well, almost." before tapping the empty chair in front of her. The wand is still plugged into the outlet and the Too Faced, Urbon Decay and Cat Von D. palettes are spread out and ready for use, along with a few other make-up essentials. Since the only thing left to finalize Camila's outfit is her shoes, she takes the task of doing Juliette's make up to give Aaliyah the time she needs to finish getting ready.
"You're welcome to bring me that tequila after you're completely dolled up" she states, not denying that the thought of a heavy drink sounds like pure bliss right now. But there's no telling how long finishing the girl's hair and make-up will take or how many times she will demand for it to be done again. So far, in the years Camila has known her, she's managed to get perfect the first time around. Still, there's not enough time to take chances. They've got about an hour until the party and Camila hopes to get her fix of liquor before getting to the get-together's location. That's the only way she can guarantee herself a stress-free night.
F I N N . M A X W E L L
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #3f8b2c
A D R I E N . A R N A U L T
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #842C88
"I always forget how sick your house is, man," was Finn's reaction today, as it was quite frequently, when he first arrived at Adrien's house. He came from a middle class family, and while their home was nice by average American standards, it was nothing like many of his wealthier peers' homes. Homes like Adrien's always seemed really gorgeous to Finn, but they always felt more like museums than homes. Maybe it was just his own mind, but he felt like he had to be careful with everything, and that even the furniture was meant to be looked at more than it was to be touched.
"This place?" Adrien asked, huffing in a dismissively arrogant manner. "This place is nothing, man. My parents specifically picked it out because they wanted some down-to-earth type o' vibe in California. This is like the little shack they sneak away to when they either get tired of New York, or remember that they have three kids living here that they need to parent," he said, a bit of a cold edge to his words, though a light smirk was present on his face. Adrien could act as nonchalantly dismissive as he wanted to, but there was no denying that it felt nice to receive compliments on something that technically wasn't even his to be taking compliments on. It wasn't like he paid the mortgage on this house, and though he wasn't lying when he insisted that this house really was small and underdone compared to what the Arnaults were used to, he was well aware that he probably sounded like a cocky little rich boy as he spoke. And he didn't mind that one bit. People could judge Adrien based on his start, call him a trust fund baby and all of that. It wasn't his fault that he happened to get lucky by being born into this life, and he knew that one day, he would prove to everyone that he could do more than just use his parents as a stepping stool to success. He would do something on his own, to get success his own way one day, but for now, he was sixteen-years-old, and he wasn't complaining about handouts from mom and dad.
Adrien's father Bernard was currently in France, which was something that felt more common than uncommon nowadays, and though he wasn't positive on his mother's whereabouts, he was almost positive that she had mentioned something about leaving for a weekend getaway to Hawaii with some of her girlfriends. Either way, what he was positive about was that neither of his parents were home, which was why he had no reservations with helping himself to their liquor. His mother, especially, was very relaxed about her kids drinking, but even with her demeanor, Adrien never would have been so bold as to take from her stash and share with friends right in the kitchen of their own home. That was a move that only Juliette could get away with, as he and Charlotte so frequently teased that she was their mother's favorite.
"All I know is that I'd take this place over mine in a heartbeat," Finn answered, barely bothered by Adrien's display of arrogance at his wealth. "My brother comes back from school in a couple weeks then it's back to sharing a room with him, and not only having to listen to my two younger sisters fight and talk about Justin Bieber, but my older sister will be back to do the same, too," he said, with an annoyed shake of his head. He was pretty close with his siblings by normal standards, but still, when the five of them were crammed into their house, it usually took no longer than five minutes for a fight to break out among some portion of them.
"I was gonna tell you that nothing's worse than sharing a house with twin sisters, but you're in the same boat as me there, so I'll let you take the cake on the craziest family life for now. I'm sure one of my sisters are home and'll come down and prove me wrong momentarily, but I can drink to the thought of your family being more unstable than mine," Adrien joked, as cracked open a bottle of beer, sliding it to Finn before opening up one for himself too. "I didn't invite everyone," he admitted after a swig of beer. "Not interested in all of the bitches running around my house,"[/color] he continued, referring to their fellow jocks, "But I hit up a few of them to see if they wanted to come. I think I texted Mark, Tim, Jasper, Nick, Tony... the ones that I actually felt like dealing with tonight," he added with a shrug.
Finn took a chug from the cold bottle of beer that Adrien slid to him. Last year was when he had first started drinking, and it was save to say that all of his parties as a newly-initiated jock had taught him that he wasn't the kind of person who could drink liquor. From getting sick all over the upstairs hallway of the Arnault house, to passing out more than once on strangers' couches and having to deal with his mother lecturing him for hours about not letting her know he was "sleeping over a friend's house"... he just didn't have a great alcohol tolerance yet, so he knew that it was always safer to stick to beer for the most part. "I don't blame you," he answered a beat later, knowing that having the entire jock clique in one place was basically a recipe for disaster with how hard they all pregamed. "I'll see where those guys are at," he said, sending out a group text to Jasper and Nick, plus the other guys that Adrien mentioned.
To: Jasper, Nick
I'm at Arnault's place. Who else is coming before we go to Bronson's?
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Danielle didn't particularly want to go to this party. Firstly, it meant leaving her beloved robotics project, and she felt like she was inches away from fixing a problem that had been plaguing her for weeks now. Secondly, it was an annoying reminder that term was over. Sure, it meant a few weeks of uninterrupted peace and quiet to work on whatever the hell she wanted. But the problem was that she was also going to have to go back to visit her mother. It would be a week of having her hair criticised, her past-times criticised, questioned about why she didn't have a boyfriend yet, about why she wanted to spend all that money on going to college. And that was all assuming her mother was in a good mood and didn't go off on any racist or homophobic rants.
Just thinking about going home made Danielle's chest feel like something was curled around her lungs. She shook the thoughts from her head and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly like her therapist had showed her. She'd be fine. Her heels tapped out a constant rhythm on the pavement beneath her. Getting changed at home had allowed her a little more time at her desk. She would have stayed there and gone to Ace's directly, except she was pretty sure she was going to need more than a little alcohol in her system to deal with this party. Her therapist had told her that she didn't think meds were the right choice for her just yet, and Danielle agreed. Mostly because it allowed her to drink.
Danielle's relationship with alcohol was, like so many of her other relationships, complicated. Like tonight. She felt like she needed to get drunk to forget what was looming ahead of her. Everybody else was celebrating the fact that the exams were behind them, but the exams had been a piece of cake. Even her arts exams had been bearable thanks to her artsy friends. Danielle had discovered that she actually wasn't half-bad at dance and acting, but it was nothing in comparison to others at Buckley. And as long as she was in competition with them, she wasn't going to settle for half-bad. Danielle was up for celebrating the end of the exams, but also forgetting that she had to go home. It was the best of both worlds.
But at times, drinking made Danielle feel like she was turning into her mother. And that terrified her. Apparently Danielle was a sociable drunk, but if she had a tendency to resort to using her fists while sober, how long would it be until something set her off while drunk? And how badly would she be set off? The tightness started to return to her chest. She took another deep breath and took out her headphones, looking around. She had reached Charlotte's place without even realising. Digging her phone out of her bag, she texted Charlotte.
Just thinking about going home made Danielle's chest feel like something was curled around her lungs. She shook the thoughts from her head and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly like her therapist had showed her. She'd be fine. Her heels tapped out a constant rhythm on the pavement beneath her. Getting changed at home had allowed her a little more time at her desk. She would have stayed there and gone to Ace's directly, except she was pretty sure she was going to need more than a little alcohol in her system to deal with this party. Her therapist had told her that she didn't think meds were the right choice for her just yet, and Danielle agreed. Mostly because it allowed her to drink.
Danielle's relationship with alcohol was, like so many of her other relationships, complicated. Like tonight. She felt like she needed to get drunk to forget what was looming ahead of her. Everybody else was celebrating the fact that the exams were behind them, but the exams had been a piece of cake. Even her arts exams had been bearable thanks to her artsy friends. Danielle had discovered that she actually wasn't half-bad at dance and acting, but it was nothing in comparison to others at Buckley. And as long as she was in competition with them, she wasn't going to settle for half-bad. Danielle was up for celebrating the end of the exams, but also forgetting that she had to go home. It was the best of both worlds.
But at times, drinking made Danielle feel like she was turning into her mother. And that terrified her. Apparently Danielle was a sociable drunk, but if she had a tendency to resort to using her fists while sober, how long would it be until something set her off while drunk? And how badly would she be set off? The tightness started to return to her chest. She took another deep breath and took out her headphones, looking around. She had reached Charlotte's place without even realising. Digging her phone out of her bag, she texted Charlotte.
To: Charlotte
I'm outside, come let me in!
I'm outside, come let me in!
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Outfit: Outfit
Location: The Arnault Residence
Dialogue Color: #3BAD45
Since her parents weren't home and Juliette wasn't either, Charlotte had little reason to be discrete about smoking in the house. She made sure that her bedroom window was open, and that she was blowing the smoke out the window, but other than that, she had a very relaxing afternoon with her glass bowl, her bed, and Freaks and Geeks, before growing hungry, and deciding to order delivery from Conchitas, a Salvadorean restaurant in the area. She was stoned enough that she was surprised when Danielle texted her saying that she was there, having entirely forgotten that she had invited some of the Rebels over to pregame before Ace's party. It was a pleasant surprise though, so she made her way downstairs, barely noticing the sound of Adrien and another guy's voice in the kitchen as she reached the foyer and then the front door.
"Damn, Dani," she greeted her with a smirk. "Someone's looking all nice and pretty in that dress and heels. Are you betraying us, and trying to cross over to the dark side by trying to impress pretty boy Bronson, or are you just trying to look good for me?" she teased, her eyes purposely, obnoxiously and playfully roving over the girl in front of her. She was forced to avert her gaze when the delivery driver pulled up, and signaling to Danielle that she would be right back, she opted to leave the entryway of the house, disregarding that she was only wearing socks, in order to meet him halfway and take the food that she had already paid for and tipped him for online. "Sooooooo, I might have been a bad hostess by smoking all of my weed before you got here, but I have alcohol and food," she said, raising the bag at the last part, as she led Dani into the kitchen. "So hopefully that makes up for it."
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Location: The Shank Family Estate; Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color ✦ #C8A2C8
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Aaliyah had a mouthful of beer and was setting the bottle back down for just a moment when Juliette emerged from her sitting room. The only initial indication of her pleasure at the brunette's choice in party attire was the raise of her eyebrows and a subtle upward lift of the corners of her mouth as she swallowed the full-bodied, malty liquid. The toffee notes lingered on her tongue, but she ignored them in favor of speaking. Much like Camila, because Aaliyah could very much be a little shit, she had half the mind to also make what Juliette would consider to be a scathing remark, just to playfully nitpick at the girl because there really should have been no reason for Juliette to believe that she didn't look good. Nevertheless, the person she would have picking on was Juliette Arnault and the last thing Aaliyah wanted to deal with was the girl trying to lock herself in one of the many rooms of her home or worse, driving all the way back to her own home and insisting that she was not going to go to the party. So, Leah had to go with the best approach, even though she didn't hesitate to roll her eyes before she opened her mouth again. "She's right, Jules. Your life is a fashion statement. If something didn't look good on you, it would more or less be on the designer who obviously would need to pack their shit and never come back." Sighing, Leah ran a hand through her hair, eyeing the toddler beside her for a moment before acknowledging the brunette again. She smirked at Juliette taking a sip of her drink, chuckling even when the girl made a face and set the bottle back down. She took another minute, while Camila prepared their friend for make up and hair, to glance at her niece and consideration, and then pushed herself off of her bed.
"While you two do that, I'm gonna go put this one," she scooped Sophia into her arms, letting the child fuss a little until she settled her head on Aaliyah's ample bosom, "in her room for the night and then I'll come back and get ready." At the last minute, Leah grabbed her phone, rearranged Sophia so that she was holding her more comfortably, and then headed towards the door. Just as she crossed the threshold, Aaliyah tossed a small smirk over her shoulder at her girls and added, "And my drink better have tequila in it too or else." She didn't bother to include that it better taste like something good as opposed to the last time Juliette made her a drink because that one really shouldn't have counted. As well attuned to alcohol as the brunette was, she had made one drink for Aaliyah that Leah had forcibly made her drain after one sip. It probably wasn't as much Juliette's fault as it was Aaliyah's since she had known that her friend was a bit too wasted at the time to be doing anything other than finding a nice quiet place to lay her drunk self down without passing out unattractively, but still the experience lingered. It made her want to laugh, even now, but Leah only allowed her smirk to grow a bit more as she walked down the hall to Sophia's room, unlocking her cell phone once more before pulling up her chat history with Malcolm. Aaliyah didn't really want to know what it said about her, continuing this thing that was not at all a relationship with Malcolm when he obviously wanted a bit more. Then again, she couldn't even fathom why it was so easy for her to immediately think of him when she had a plan for something. Specifically when they could be just away from everyone else.
To: Malcolm
Im thinkin of a kiddie day 2morrow w/ babies. Descanso Gardens or the Long Beach aquarium? Dat one has a live show w/ talking animals
"While you two do that, I'm gonna go put this one," she scooped Sophia into her arms, letting the child fuss a little until she settled her head on Aaliyah's ample bosom, "in her room for the night and then I'll come back and get ready." At the last minute, Leah grabbed her phone, rearranged Sophia so that she was holding her more comfortably, and then headed towards the door. Just as she crossed the threshold, Aaliyah tossed a small smirk over her shoulder at her girls and added, "And my drink better have tequila in it too or else." She didn't bother to include that it better taste like something good as opposed to the last time Juliette made her a drink because that one really shouldn't have counted. As well attuned to alcohol as the brunette was, she had made one drink for Aaliyah that Leah had forcibly made her drain after one sip. It probably wasn't as much Juliette's fault as it was Aaliyah's since she had known that her friend was a bit too wasted at the time to be doing anything other than finding a nice quiet place to lay her drunk self down without passing out unattractively, but still the experience lingered. It made her want to laugh, even now, but Leah only allowed her smirk to grow a bit more as she walked down the hall to Sophia's room, unlocking her cell phone once more before pulling up her chat history with Malcolm. Aaliyah didn't really want to know what it said about her, continuing this thing that was not at all a relationship with Malcolm when he obviously wanted a bit more. Then again, she couldn't even fathom why it was so easy for her to immediately think of him when she had a plan for something. Specifically when they could be just away from everyone else.
To: Malcolm
Im thinkin of a kiddie day 2morrow w/ babies. Descanso Gardens or the Long Beach aquarium? Dat one has a live show w/ talking animals
- XX"Nope. No way..." Jasmine can feel a sigh emanate from the deepest part of her soul. She had already managed, with the help of Behati, to convince her younger brother to attend tonight's party. Not because she thinks he necessarily has to be there, but a little bit of unwinding is surely needed on both their parts. Aside from that, Jasmine knows for a fact that she's not the only one hoping to see him there. However, that battle has already been won and Sam has begrudgingly agreed to attend. The obstacle now is the outfit Jasmine had already picked out for him (convinced that she would by any means get him to show up).
XXShe stands on the other side of the bedroom door, arms placed on her hips in concern, while her eyes bore holes into the closed door. "Come on Sam, just let us see" he argues as calmly and sweetly as her impulsive nature allows her to. There's a long stretch of silence and finally, much to Jasmine's relief, the wooden structure slowly opens. The sixteen year old boy steps out as if carefully calculating his every step, and a proud smile makes it's way onto Jasmine's red-tainted lips. "How do you feel?"
XXSam resist an eyeroll with full force, moving in place a bit to make sure the black fitted pants haven't cut off all of his circulation. "Like death" he mutters, extremely tempted to run back into the comfort of his bedroom and pull on his usual sweatpants and plain black t-shirt. Jasmine doesn't fail to catch on and quickly takes his hand, leading him further away from the possibility of barricading himself in his bedroom. "Well you look amazing!" she chimes. "What's the point of having a killer body like that if you don't show it off". The comment alone in enough to make Samuel's pale cheeks tint a heavy pink, and the fact that he and his sister are not the only ones in the room isn't helping his cause. Round, pleading eyes shoot in Bea's direction, desperately hoping she'll say he looks terrible and that Jasmine should not be allowed to dress him ever again.
XXIt had been approximately forty five minutes since Behati arrived at the Kim's residence, and already she was feeling a bit exhausted. She had gotten a call from Jasmine, on her way out, about needing help to drag Sam from his room and to the party that was about to take place soon. Now, she stood with one heel tapping impatiently, and a hand positioned on her hip.
XXXXThey were going to be late. Sam was going to make them all late.
XXStaring at his door, she anticipated for it to open and to see Sam clothed in whatever overdressed, outerwear his sister forced him to wear. But, he didn't and Bea can just imagine her friend on the other side passing back and forth, anxiety hitting him faster than a speeding bullet.
XXShe felt bad. Really bad. She knew that he didn't want to go, but to some degree Bea wanted him to have one night to enjoy for the sake of memories. It was one party that he had to attend, neither Bea or Jasmine asked for anything more. Bea knew that Jasmine loved her brother tremendously, if she didn't than she wouldn't be going through any trouble dealing with Sam's stubbornness, and Bea wouldn't be there counting down the minutes until she would finally be getting her groove on.
XXXFifteen minutes passed, and with an exasperated eye roll Bea looked to Jasmine simultaneously jerking her head towards the door as if to say, "go get your brother." Jasmine made no hesitation as Bea watched the petite girl step up to the closed door, eyes peeking through its tiny slits, "Come on Sam," she called, "just let us see."
XXAt that, there was a click followed by an audible creak as the door swung open and out stepped Sam, careful with each step he took as if he emerged a jester waiting to be laughed at. But, there was only Jasmine and Behati's eyes who saw, and Bea found herself gaping at Sam longer than should be. Her eyes trailing from his black sneakers, noticeably buffed, to his jeans, and his silk shirt its zipper left open revealing a perfectly set of abs, sculpted in all its glory.
XXBehati knew that Samuel was good looking, but she wasn't the one to praise him for it. His warm personality was reason to forget his physical attributes, and for Bea that was enough. They've been best friends long enough for her to forget that alongside his amiable personality there was a fitted Sam standing before her. Witnessing it brought mixed feelings to Bea uncalled for, and it wasn't long before she felt Jasmine's eyes on her including Sam who gazed up at her from the floor. His dark eyes were pleading for Bea to snap at Jasmine for dressing him, like some Ken doll. But, a part of her also wanted to hug and thank Jasmine for dressing him up, like quote on quote 'some Ken doll.'
XXFinally, Bea managed to clear her throat, "Jasmine's right, Sammy. You look handsome." Taking a step closer to him, she tugged playfully at his shirt and added, "Are you sure I'm not the Duff in this relationship?" Referencing a well-known movie, her Hazel eyes looked up, greeting him with an honest smile.
XXSam's dark orbs meet his best friend's for a couple of beats before falling to the wooden floor underneath his new sneakers, provided by none other than his beloved sister. "Of course not. You look beautiful..." he muttered, the pink tint on his cheeks only increasing with every passing second. But he didn't see the point in arguing anymore. It was two against one and, even if it had just been Jasmine he knows he would have ended up losing, but the fact that Bea was present to back her up only tripled the impossible. Letting a triumphant smile settle on her features, Jasmine took a step back to allow Behati to lift up Sam's courage. It most certainly was a good move to call her over. But now about an hour had passed and if they didn't get a move on they were going to be late.
XX"Great then, let's go!" she exclaimed with a loud clap of her small hands, taking hold of her purse and car keys. "I still have to pick up Cat!" the petite blonde added in alarm upon seeing the Snapchat notification. There's no doubt in her mind they would be late now, but having been able to convince Samuel to not only join them, but to allow himself to look painfully handsome for a night, was definitely a great victory and one worth being late for. Taking a quick snap of her brother's attire without his knowledge, she quickly sent it a couple of people's way. The battle may be won, but the war isn't over and some extra back up won't hurt.
To: Jasper, Jenna, Charlie
MSG: Please bombard Sammy with messages and tell him he looks handsome enough to stop traffic.
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MSG: Please bombard Sammy with messages and tell him he looks handsome enough to stop traffic.
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XXAfter the text had been sent on it's way, Jasmine made sure to reply to cat with a Snapchat of her own and a quick Adorably beautiful as always! We're heading over to pick you up. before strutting towards the door. Or in Sam's case, to the point of no return. It's not that he had anything against parties, or getting dressed up, but it's no secret Sam is clueless when it comes to socializing and, despite what Jasmine and Bea may insist on, he doesn't believe himself handsome enough to pull off the majority of the clothes Jasmine finds him. The thought of "turning heads", as she so excitedly put it, isn't something Sam tends to do nor is it something he knows how to handle. The only comfort is knowing that he won't be alone at this party and if need be, he'll steal Jasmine's car keys and drive right back home where he should be. She can always find another ride.
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Enjoying his view from where he stood, Casper let out a small whistle, "Damn". It was enough to cause Rhiannon to smirk, her lips soft, bold, and full that Casper urged to taste had it not been for him barely waking up and suffering from morning breathe. Still, it was a smirk regardless which meant that Rhiannon was pleased with the attention Casper was giving her. She loved attention. She found it necessary to be, and that certain enjoyment was often found in her stride with each step followed by a small bounce, and a look dangerously sexy enough to kill. Casper's teasing whistle was the start of her dramatics, "Eyes up the equator, Siyansky," she brushed passed him, inviting herself into his home, "And why aren't you dressed?"
After Rhiannon entered his house without a warning, he shut the door simultaneously bolt locking it, "Usually people 'ask' before entering a stranger's home." The comment made Rhiannon turn her attention from his high ceiling to her good friend, "I'm not like most people," she purred, "And you are no stranger." She left the conversation to his kitchen, her stilettos clicking against the marble flooring as she went, "Now, let's talk about more important things," Casper followed her to the kitchen where he was greeted by a bent over Rhiannon rummaging through his refrigerator, but it was her skirt that caught his view, or very little of it. She lifted herself up, pulling out a jug of fat free milk in the process, "Why aren't you dressed?"
"Dressed? For?" Casper implied, prying the jug from Rhiannon's lips. He watched as she moved swiftly to the open package of licorice his mother left unattended. She pulled at it's red vine with her teeth, and leaned against the counter with eyes mocking Casper, "The party of course."
Casper knew what she was doing. She was teasing him, making herself seem even the more irresistible with the attention he was giving her because he with him she had the "look, but don't touch" saying tattooed all over her body. And the little show that Rhiannon was giving Casper very well made him want to touch every inch of her. Everything was a game to Rhiannon, like a puppeteer manipulating the minds of her puppets only to see them falter under her touch. he is aware of the control she has over people and by knowing this uses it to her own amusement. Casper found it most annoying and entertaining of his friend.
He moved closer to her, taking the licorice from her perfectly, manicured hands, "I wasn't aware." Just as easily she sighted a bottle of whisky, and reached for it, unscrewing its cap, "Of course, which is why I'm here." Again, Casper grabbed the whiskey from her, but instead he set it down and positioned himself in front of her, so that they were pressed against each other, her back against the counter. With his grey eyes gazing down at her, he gave a prideful smirk, realizing he got her where he needed. "Y'know," he whispered down to her, his accent thicker than usual, "If you're thirsty you could've just asked."
As suspected, the naughty comment had no effect on Rhiannon as her smile matched Casper's. She gave a soft push at his chest,"Go get dressed."
Leaving Rhiannon downstairs to mess up whatever she could find, on his way upstairs Casper pulled out his cellphone sending Roman a text.
TO: Ugly Ass (aka Roman)
So, no one was going to tell me about the party?
So, no one was going to tell me about the party?
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XXOutfit: TBA
XXHair: Link Here
XXLocation: Vincent household, Bathroom & Her Room
XXDialogue Color ✦ #50A6C2
XXThought Color ✧ #0198E1
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XXXM A L C O L M . VINCENT
XXOutfit: Link Here
XXLocation: Vincent household, His Room & Bathroom
XXDialogue Color ✦ #458B00
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Malcolm was messing with his watch, tightening so it wouldn't slide off his wrist during the night but was also looking at his reflection in the mirror hanging from the door in his room. "Rhaps. Rhaps." When he wasn't able to hear his little sister respond he rolled her eyes and took a deep breath before trying again. "Rhapsody Iman!" Finally he heard the artist groan. "I said 'what'?!" Their youngest sister could be chuckling as the interaction between the two older siblings. "C'mere, I got something for you to give to Derek." Rhaps rolled her eyes. "I am in the middle of something! You will have to come here." You can clearly see the differences between the jock and the artist as soon as you meet them with just hearing the conversation you can hear the difference in accents while Rhapsody's was a lot thicker and more of what people believed those with French accent spoke with while Malcolm took speech classes just to get rid of his for the most part.
"Stop talking to her and just come over here, for God's sakes. I'm doin' something and she'll end up bald if she moves--... Stop moving!" Rhapsody groaned as her sister tilted her head forward. The oldest rolled his eyes before looking at himself on last time before walking towards the bathroom but stopped the second he saw Angela standing above Rhapsody with his good pair of razors on the back of her neck getting the last small unruly kinks in Rhapsody's hair. "You're seriously getting rid of her kitchen now? That couldn't wait til tomorrow or somethin'?" Angela finished the last small chuck before turning off the razors, setting them down, and turning to her big brother with an eyebrow raised. "No, it could not. What I'm doing with her hair tonight it wouldn't look right." Finally Rhapsody rolled her neck to fix the kink in her neck from keeping her head down for so long. She looked at herself in the mirror, taken back at how she looked for two reasons: one, she wasn't used to having her hair up in space buns seeing that she mostly just let her hair down and let it do whatever it wanted and two, she definitely wasn't used to doing her makeup just because she was going out but her baby sister insisted seeing that Rhapsody wasn't big on partying in the first place. She knew there was a big probability that Luke would be bitter about someone else doing her makeup but, he probably would just like the fact that she was actually using her makeup. She grabbed her phone assuming it was the oldest Escuyos sibling but it was Luke. Speak of the devil. She laughed at the message before texting both of them.
"Stop talking to her and just come over here, for God's sakes. I'm doin' something and she'll end up bald if she moves--... Stop moving!" Rhapsody groaned as her sister tilted her head forward. The oldest rolled his eyes before looking at himself on last time before walking towards the bathroom but stopped the second he saw Angela standing above Rhapsody with his good pair of razors on the back of her neck getting the last small unruly kinks in Rhapsody's hair. "You're seriously getting rid of her kitchen now? That couldn't wait til tomorrow or somethin'?" Angela finished the last small chuck before turning off the razors, setting them down, and turning to her big brother with an eyebrow raised. "No, it could not. What I'm doing with her hair tonight it wouldn't look right." Finally Rhapsody rolled her neck to fix the kink in her neck from keeping her head down for so long. She looked at herself in the mirror, taken back at how she looked for two reasons: one, she wasn't used to having her hair up in space buns seeing that she mostly just let her hair down and let it do whatever it wanted and two, she definitely wasn't used to doing her makeup just because she was going out but her baby sister insisted seeing that Rhapsody wasn't big on partying in the first place. She knew there was a big probability that Luke would be bitter about someone else doing her makeup but, he probably would just like the fact that she was actually using her makeup. She grabbed her phone assuming it was the oldest Escuyos sibling but it was Luke. Speak of the devil. She laughed at the message before texting both of them.
To: Luke
I know. That is what I love most about him. lol
To: Luke
What did he do to you now baby?
To: Mon homme (My man//Derek)
Stop being a party pooper and come get me. You're in for a surpise. ;)
I know. That is what I love most about him. lol
To: Luke
What did he do to you now baby?
To: Mon homme (My man//Derek)
Stop being a party pooper and come get me. You're in for a surpise. ;)
She turned towards the door to see her brother with his arms crossed. "What do you need me to give to your boyfriend?" He lost the smirk on his face. "Nevermind I'll just leave it on the counter," She nodded as he walked out of view and to his room to grab his little surprise for his close friend. "La jalousie n'est pas mignonne pour vous. Vous voudrez peut-être regarder cela." (Jealous is not cute on you. You might want to watch that.)
"Oh whatever!" Angela's phone went off on the counter as she handed Rhaps a maroon lip stain that she didn't even know she owned. The younger girl text whoever was on the other side back before looking up at her sister. "I picked like four outfits out from Assata's clothes for you to pick from. I gotta go, my ride's here. Also, put this on right before you get there. " Rhapsody stood up from the chair with a confused look on her face as she grabbed chair she had been sitting it to put it back in their dining area. "Should I not just put it on now?" She set the chair back at their small table. Angela turned around and shook her head. "No, because Derek's picking you up and I doubt it's going stay." Malcolm made a groan of disgust. He knew that Rhapsody and Derek had been together for about a year but that didn't mean he wanted to think about his best friend and his little sister like that. "Well, I'm sorry but it's true. I'll see you guys tomorrow. I'm spending the night at Bethany's. And Rhaps, if you go into that garage of yours and mess up your hair or makeup. I swear to God." Rhapsody just rolled her eyes. "I will not go into my garage." Angela pointed at her with her eyebrows raised before grabbing her overnight bag with her name sewed on the side before walking out the front door. Meanwhile, Malcolm was looking at his phone through the text messages he had with the only one he bothered answering was Leah's for numerous reasons mostly because the other were his teammate already getting drunk for Ace's party. He didn't even notice Rhapsody walking in.
"Oh whatever!" Angela's phone went off on the counter as she handed Rhaps a maroon lip stain that she didn't even know she owned. The younger girl text whoever was on the other side back before looking up at her sister. "I picked like four outfits out from Assata's clothes for you to pick from. I gotta go, my ride's here. Also, put this on right before you get there. " Rhapsody stood up from the chair with a confused look on her face as she grabbed chair she had been sitting it to put it back in their dining area. "Should I not just put it on now?" She set the chair back at their small table. Angela turned around and shook her head. "No, because Derek's picking you up and I doubt it's going stay." Malcolm made a groan of disgust. He knew that Rhapsody and Derek had been together for about a year but that didn't mean he wanted to think about his best friend and his little sister like that. "Well, I'm sorry but it's true. I'll see you guys tomorrow. I'm spending the night at Bethany's. And Rhaps, if you go into that garage of yours and mess up your hair or makeup. I swear to God." Rhapsody just rolled her eyes. "I will not go into my garage." Angela pointed at her with her eyebrows raised before grabbing her overnight bag with her name sewed on the side before walking out the front door. Meanwhile, Malcolm was looking at his phone through the text messages he had with the only one he bothered answering was Leah's for numerous reasons mostly because the other were his teammate already getting drunk for Ace's party. He didn't even notice Rhapsody walking in.
To: Leah
Aquarium for sure. That damn garden just a zoo for plants.
To: Leah
I'll be there soon.
Aquarium for sure. That damn garden just a zoo for plants.
To: Leah
I'll be there soon.
Rhapsody smirked at the appearance of an actual grin on her brother's face as she looked at the bottle of wine on the wooden counter next to him. "Who are you texting?" She tried to lean over to see a name on the phone but seeing that her brother was over a foot taller than her it was close to impossible before he moved away from her with his grin turning into a smirk. "Mind your own but nice try, munchkin." Rhapsody rolled her eyes before grabbing the bottle in front of her. "One of these days I'm gonna get it out of you or D who you're dating."
"Go ahead and try, he doesn't know either." Which wasn't a lie. Sure his friend knew he was... talking to someone or whatever you could call it but he never told him who it was. Seeing that he knew sooner or later Rhapsody's nosey ass would get him to say who it was and he knew what she thought of Aaliyah. She didn't hate the queen bee but she did have her hesitations about her especially with how close she was to Derek and with how she was her primary competition for valedictorian. He didn't need her opinion on it especially because she did take his opinion a year ago even if it did turn out for the best."And we're not dating." Rhapsody turned her smirk into a smile. "So there is a girl." He lifted his eyes up from his phone before sliding it in his back pocket. "I'm not talking about this," He reached in the fridge for a bottle of Grey Goose and put it on the marble counter top next to him."But, here." The look on Rhapsody's face said it all. Her mouth was open with her brows furrowed."What's with the look?" Rhapsody scoffed. "Who the hell is that for?"
"That wine is for you and this is for Derek," Rhapsody grabbed the bottle in shock at how heavy it was. "Why?" Was the only question she could ask while holding the bottle. Tell him it's an early anniversary present for spending one excruciating year with you." She tilted her head to the side as she placed her hands on her hips. "Funny. What is he going to do with it?" Malcolm gestured with his hands. "Drink it. You're uptight and it's rubbing off on him. I wanna have fun with my friend tonight." The artist just smacked her lips before rolling her eyes and putting her hands up in defense as she grabbed the bottle setting both of them behind her. Before she could turn Malcolm was back on his phone probably text some of her teammates about how he was running late but would be there soon. Which exactly what he was doing. He locked his phone and grabbed another bottle of Grey Goose out of the fridge for himself. "I gotta get goin'. I'll see you later."
"Oh, the great listers are calling." Malcolm rolled his eyes before kissing his sister's head. He knew she was kidding even though she didn't have a great taste in her mouth about some of the jocks after what happened between them and Derek but that was between them. The guys had always been cool with him and as long as he didn't need to break up any fights tonight it would be a good time. Before he walked out the door, he turned to Rhapsody just remembering something."Mom and dad will be back at noon tomorrow and I'm probably not going to be here tonight. So in other words, don't be stupid tonight."
"I promise and don't be stupid with your secret little friend either." They both just chuckled before he walked out and Rhapsody made her way to her room to see what outfits she was going to have to choose from. She was pray they weren't all skirts meant to show off that 'cute little butt' as Angela called it seeing that everything Rhapsody was used to wear was loose and flowy not showing off the shape her sisters envied and shirts with slits to show off the little amount of cleavage she had with high ass boots that pretty much went to her thighs since she was so much shorter than everyone else in her family. She knew she meant well but Anglea and her mama always chose outfits out that seemed like she was trying to get a guy, not impress the one she had or make those girls around her jealous. Which was the goal for tonight.
"Go ahead and try, he doesn't know either." Which wasn't a lie. Sure his friend knew he was... talking to someone or whatever you could call it but he never told him who it was. Seeing that he knew sooner or later Rhapsody's nosey ass would get him to say who it was and he knew what she thought of Aaliyah. She didn't hate the queen bee but she did have her hesitations about her especially with how close she was to Derek and with how she was her primary competition for valedictorian. He didn't need her opinion on it especially because she did take his opinion a year ago even if it did turn out for the best."And we're not dating." Rhapsody turned her smirk into a smile. "So there is a girl." He lifted his eyes up from his phone before sliding it in his back pocket. "I'm not talking about this," He reached in the fridge for a bottle of Grey Goose and put it on the marble counter top next to him."But, here." The look on Rhapsody's face said it all. Her mouth was open with her brows furrowed."What's with the look?" Rhapsody scoffed. "Who the hell is that for?"
"That wine is for you and this is for Derek," Rhapsody grabbed the bottle in shock at how heavy it was. "Why?" Was the only question she could ask while holding the bottle. Tell him it's an early anniversary present for spending one excruciating year with you." She tilted her head to the side as she placed her hands on her hips. "Funny. What is he going to do with it?" Malcolm gestured with his hands. "Drink it. You're uptight and it's rubbing off on him. I wanna have fun with my friend tonight." The artist just smacked her lips before rolling her eyes and putting her hands up in defense as she grabbed the bottle setting both of them behind her. Before she could turn Malcolm was back on his phone probably text some of her teammates about how he was running late but would be there soon. Which exactly what he was doing. He locked his phone and grabbed another bottle of Grey Goose out of the fridge for himself. "I gotta get goin'. I'll see you later."
"Oh, the great listers are calling." Malcolm rolled his eyes before kissing his sister's head. He knew she was kidding even though she didn't have a great taste in her mouth about some of the jocks after what happened between them and Derek but that was between them. The guys had always been cool with him and as long as he didn't need to break up any fights tonight it would be a good time. Before he walked out the door, he turned to Rhapsody just remembering something."Mom and dad will be back at noon tomorrow and I'm probably not going to be here tonight. So in other words, don't be stupid tonight."
"I promise and don't be stupid with your secret little friend either." They both just chuckled before he walked out and Rhapsody made her way to her room to see what outfits she was going to have to choose from. She was pray they weren't all skirts meant to show off that 'cute little butt' as Angela called it seeing that everything Rhapsody was used to wear was loose and flowy not showing off the shape her sisters envied and shirts with slits to show off the little amount of cleavage she had with high ass boots that pretty much went to her thighs since she was so much shorter than everyone else in her family. She knew she meant well but Anglea and her mama always chose outfits out that seemed like she was trying to get a guy, not impress the one she had or make those girls around her jealous. Which was the goal for tonight.
JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT
Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #7957C2
Although Juliette's smile faltered a bit at Camila's insistence that they do her hair and makeup before she get them drinks, she knew that it was the best course of action. Juliette could do her makeup well enough, and it was easier to be "good" at makeup when you owned top-brand makeup that had little troubleshooting involved with it, but she knew that Camila was even better. Plus, she trusted her friend more than she did herself, and she knew that while she would find something to complain about on her own face if she did her own makeup, she would feel much more comfortable with whatever Camila did to her, even if it was of the same quality. She sat down beside the girl, waving Aaliyah off as she commented on how her drink better have tequila in it too. That was a given. Juliette was intending on putting double the amount in Aaliyah's compared to Camila's, just for the fun of it. She rarely, if ever, got to see Aaliyah truly wasted to a point where she was a mess, and since Juliette hit that stage quite frequently, she always made it her mission to get her friends there too, even if they rarely did. In her mind, everything was more fun when the alcohol was making the decisions instead of your rational mind. It wasn't so great the next morning, but usually it was worth the deathly-feeling hangover.
"Okay, make me pretty!" she said, ready to relinquish control of her appearance to Camila, before jumping to a different conversation as a new thought crossed her mind. "Wait, okay, so... question: do you think I should go to prom with Ace if he asks me?" she inquired, smiling some, though she was serious. She had no idea that Camila had hooked up with Ace recently, and even if she did, it was questionable whether it would bother her or not anyway. She was only asking because Camila was her friend, and she was sure that in the weeks after Christmas, people would already start asking other people to prom. She assumed Ace was going to ask her... only because as of right now, he seemed like her only option, but her conflict was with whether she morally should go with him or not. Was accepting a prom invitation with someone who you already knew wanted more out of a relationship than you did, bad? Was it a form of leading him on, and mean to do? She didn't know, but like all important questions in life, she was sure Camila would have an answer. Before the girl could respond, she was typing out a text to Aaliyah, as this conversation in itself signaled to her that she couldn't wait until after hair and makeup for a drink.
To: Aaliyah
Bring us tequila sunrises while you're up. ty ily!!!
And put a double shot in hers. Let's get her drunk tn!
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Roman Eliades
Outfit: Here
Location: The Guest House
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Dialogue Color: #ee0000
Outfit: Here
Location: The Guest House
behind the Eliades Residence
Dialogue Color: #ee0000
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It had been a long night for Roman Eliades, and an even longer morning after having to convince the girl he had spent the night with that he didn't want the happenings to repeat themselves. She knew what she was getting herself into, but that didn't stop her from spitting endless profanities in Roman's direction. Just another notch in his belt, he concluded while he watched her storm out of the lavish guest house that has been like his own private apartment for the past two tears. As much as Roman loves his adoptive parents, he has no desire to involve them or his younger sister or Hannah in his affairs. Living in the guest house means he gets his privacy, but he's also close enough to look after Hannah.
Such as was the case today and he'd spent nearly half of the day inside of a hospital. It definitely was not the first time Roman had been tasked with taking the nine year old to her scheduled chemotherapy sessions, but that didn't make it any easier to witness. Which is precisely why he has zero desire of going to the party that night. The subject of everyone's conversation for that past few days, a party where many of the attendees probably expect to see him there. And Roman loves parties as much as the next animal (as they've been so graciously dubbed), but for the first time in a long time, the blonde doesn't want easy sex or free alcohol.
He probably should have just stayed home then, but that's also something he didn't feel like doing. Without even bothering to warn Casper before hand, Roman took off towards his friend's estate. As if on cue, a notification sounded on his phone the moment he parked his Car, announcing the arrival of a message from none other than Caspian himself. Roman's eyes scanned over a couple of other unread messages, not failing to see Luke accented in bold and promptly ignoring it to type out a quick reply to Casper's protest.
To: Big Mouth
MSG 1/2: clearly no one wants you there.
MSG 2/2: open the door i'm outside. Don't leave the love of your life waiting too long out here
After making sure his doors are securely closed, his cell phone is slipped into the back pocket of his slim fitted jeans. He pushes his dark shades up onto his lightly tussled blonde locks, pushing aside any and all worries because there's no doubt that Casper will notice if his mood is mildly skewed, and walks up the from steps to the large double doors to wait for them to allow him inside.
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Escuyos Family Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Shank Family Estate; Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color ✦ #C8A2C8
Thought Color ✧ #22570B
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Location: The Escuyos Family Home
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Shank Family Estate; Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color ✦ #C8A2C8
Thought Color ✧ #22570B
To: Jules
Im comin 2 get changed. Luke's bringin em up
"Hellooooooo, doll." was the greeting Lucas just had to deliver the second he realized that Aaliyah was calling him. He was in her neighborhood and only about five minutes from her house, so he was taken aback by the call. He had already text her to let her know his location. "My love," Leah replied, distracted, as she turned on the television in Sophia's bedroom and turned the sound down low enough that it wouldn't disturb the sleeping child, but also be audible if she decided to wake up before Aaliyah left. She figured that by the time Sophia awoke, which would only be a brief affair since her father said that they had had a long day, the back-to-back episodes of Paw Patrol would lull her into an appeased state. One that would entail her not wandering into Aaliyah's room if she wasn't back yet. Shimmer and Shine always inspired the most captivated of dispositions from the toddler, but Paw Patrol came as a good second and Aaliyah could always appreciate the reprieve that gave her. "I'm about to change. Pick up the tequila sunrises from the bar. You know where it is in my house right?" A reminder that the girl had service staff for that was at the tip of Lucas' tongue and under most circumstances, he probably would have just went and said it. But - and perhaps it was the best thing about their relationship - any interaction with Aaliyah forced Luke to think more. It was frustrating and he knew she knew he was rolling his eyes over the phone, but the only verbalization he gave was an enthusiastic "Sure thing, queenie." On the other end, Aaliyah only smirked. "We're in my room." She didn't bother with anything more for parting words. The click in Luke's ear was the most obvious signal of the conversation being over. He didn't even bother feeling upset about the dismisal. He had a text from Rhapsody to answer.
To: Rhaps
Ur both sickening :p
Once Aaliyah had set out a pack of fruit snacks along with the extra sippy cup of water that they kept in the miniature fridge in Sophia's room, she was planting a gentle kiss on the child's head and her phone vibrated to inform her of another text. The random fluttering in her stomach could've been accounted for anything, she surmised. Even if a part of her knew instinctively - just because of the physical reaction - that it was Malcolm. Ok, bitch, you need to calm the fuck down, she wound up having to tell that ridiculously excited voice in her head, shaking her head as she typed out a quick response. The voice in her head promptly served her a nice middle finger and Leah was almost tempted to drown it in my alcohol than she normally partook in.
To: Malcolm
Just sayin. Babies can appreciate nature
To: Malcolm
Im surprised. Figured u'd b pressed for guy time?
"I forgot to mention," Aaliyah began to announce as she arrived back in her bedroom. At the same time, Luke saw his Uber driver off, and text Derek to let him know that he was at Aaliyah's in case the overprotective dumbass decided to try and call. It had been an Uberpool situation, but since the driver didn't pick anyone else up on the ride, his brother could walk away happily knowing that he spent less than ten dollars. Derek was always the cheaper brother, after all. Luke didn't even need to ring the doorbell when he arrived. Just as he was about to approach the front door, the butler was already opening it, and informed him that the bartender was almost done with the drinks. Back in her room, Aaliyah, unrepentant, peeled off the black camisole she was wearing and threw it on her bed. Even on her pudgier days when she had probably eaten more than she should have, she never really felt the shame that accompanied most teenage girls. Granted, her stomach was rather flat at the moment, but she just didn't have any shame in her or discomfort in showing a bit of her body to her friends. They had seen her in bikinis anyway and at the end of the day, she didn't have to impress them. Or anyone, really. A person either liked what they saw or didn't, as far as she was concerned. "Malcolm's coming over and knowing him, he's bringing a drink. If you want, you guys might be able to convince him to drive tonight or we'll just all share an Uber together. Luke's bringing the drinks up in a few." She toed off her footwear at the end of the bed, not bothering to feel bad about not cleaning up. Leah wouldn't say that she was a neat freak, but she definitely did try to keep her room neat most of the time. Especially with Sophia stomping around, laying claim to both people and objects.
Aaliyah paused in thought at the door to her closet, hand on the doorframe as she glanced over her shoulder at the girls. Her eyes eventually fell solely on Juliette. "I didn't get whether or not Ari was just going to meet us there or come here. You should probably text your other half and see what she's doing." She remarked flippantly, pulling out her phone as another thought struck her. Closing the door to her walk-in-closet behind her, Leah sent a text that had her smirking to her cousin, unaware if she was still entertaining or not.
To: Nee Nee
Look at wat a gr8 cuzzin I am. U might get 2 ride in an Uber witcho boo. Gotta deal w/ Mila too but she can b distracted if u play ur cards right ;D
Im comin 2 get changed. Luke's bringin em up
"Hellooooooo, doll." was the greeting Lucas just had to deliver the second he realized that Aaliyah was calling him. He was in her neighborhood and only about five minutes from her house, so he was taken aback by the call. He had already text her to let her know his location. "My love," Leah replied, distracted, as she turned on the television in Sophia's bedroom and turned the sound down low enough that it wouldn't disturb the sleeping child, but also be audible if she decided to wake up before Aaliyah left. She figured that by the time Sophia awoke, which would only be a brief affair since her father said that they had had a long day, the back-to-back episodes of Paw Patrol would lull her into an appeased state. One that would entail her not wandering into Aaliyah's room if she wasn't back yet. Shimmer and Shine always inspired the most captivated of dispositions from the toddler, but Paw Patrol came as a good second and Aaliyah could always appreciate the reprieve that gave her. "I'm about to change. Pick up the tequila sunrises from the bar. You know where it is in my house right?" A reminder that the girl had service staff for that was at the tip of Lucas' tongue and under most circumstances, he probably would have just went and said it. But - and perhaps it was the best thing about their relationship - any interaction with Aaliyah forced Luke to think more. It was frustrating and he knew she knew he was rolling his eyes over the phone, but the only verbalization he gave was an enthusiastic "Sure thing, queenie." On the other end, Aaliyah only smirked. "We're in my room." She didn't bother with anything more for parting words. The click in Luke's ear was the most obvious signal of the conversation being over. He didn't even bother feeling upset about the dismisal. He had a text from Rhapsody to answer.
To: Rhaps
Ur both sickening :p
Once Aaliyah had set out a pack of fruit snacks along with the extra sippy cup of water that they kept in the miniature fridge in Sophia's room, she was planting a gentle kiss on the child's head and her phone vibrated to inform her of another text. The random fluttering in her stomach could've been accounted for anything, she surmised. Even if a part of her knew instinctively - just because of the physical reaction - that it was Malcolm. Ok, bitch, you need to calm the fuck down, she wound up having to tell that ridiculously excited voice in her head, shaking her head as she typed out a quick response. The voice in her head promptly served her a nice middle finger and Leah was almost tempted to drown it in my alcohol than she normally partook in.
To: Malcolm
Just sayin. Babies can appreciate nature
To: Malcolm
Im surprised. Figured u'd b pressed for guy time?
"I forgot to mention," Aaliyah began to announce as she arrived back in her bedroom. At the same time, Luke saw his Uber driver off, and text Derek to let him know that he was at Aaliyah's in case the overprotective dumbass decided to try and call. It had been an Uberpool situation, but since the driver didn't pick anyone else up on the ride, his brother could walk away happily knowing that he spent less than ten dollars. Derek was always the cheaper brother, after all. Luke didn't even need to ring the doorbell when he arrived. Just as he was about to approach the front door, the butler was already opening it, and informed him that the bartender was almost done with the drinks. Back in her room, Aaliyah, unrepentant, peeled off the black camisole she was wearing and threw it on her bed. Even on her pudgier days when she had probably eaten more than she should have, she never really felt the shame that accompanied most teenage girls. Granted, her stomach was rather flat at the moment, but she just didn't have any shame in her or discomfort in showing a bit of her body to her friends. They had seen her in bikinis anyway and at the end of the day, she didn't have to impress them. Or anyone, really. A person either liked what they saw or didn't, as far as she was concerned. "Malcolm's coming over and knowing him, he's bringing a drink. If you want, you guys might be able to convince him to drive tonight or we'll just all share an Uber together. Luke's bringing the drinks up in a few." She toed off her footwear at the end of the bed, not bothering to feel bad about not cleaning up. Leah wouldn't say that she was a neat freak, but she definitely did try to keep her room neat most of the time. Especially with Sophia stomping around, laying claim to both people and objects.
Aaliyah paused in thought at the door to her closet, hand on the doorframe as she glanced over her shoulder at the girls. Her eyes eventually fell solely on Juliette. "I didn't get whether or not Ari was just going to meet us there or come here. You should probably text your other half and see what she's doing." She remarked flippantly, pulling out her phone as another thought struck her. Closing the door to her walk-in-closet behind her, Leah sent a text that had her smirking to her cousin, unaware if she was still entertaining or not.
To: Nee Nee
Look at wat a gr8 cuzzin I am. U might get 2 ride in an Uber witcho boo. Gotta deal w/ Mila too but she can b distracted if u play ur cards right ;D
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The one thing Derek could appreciate about his bedroom was the ceiling fan his parents had scrounged up to get installed about two years ago. Only the master bedroom and their grandparents' bedroom had ceiling fans initially, and considering the fact that he ran a bit hotter than normal on a regular basis and was privy to overheating at times, the addition to his room had come as a welcome reprieve that he hadn't hesitated in showing his gratitude for. Especially now. Though he could definitely say that he needed the shower after the running and stretching he had done, and especially after the day's grime had felt like it lingered even in his pores, a hot shower only served to make him feel warmer than normal, and the fan's high speed was much appreciated. The cool air kissed his fevered skin when he returned to his bedroom with just a towel slung low on his hips along with another one on his shoulders. Derek basked in it, taking the time to check his phone for the notifications and text messages he figured would be there. To no surprise at all, there were a few from classmates he followed on Instagram and Snapchat who were already at Ace's place setting up or just hanging out in their stories, and others pre-gaming for the party. The already drunken tomfoolery caused a deep chuckle to escape before he turned his attention to first texting Ace and then responding to Rhapsody. The latter made his smile just a bit brighter.
To: Ace
Sum1 feelin brand new n shit. Got new friends at ur place n couldnt invite nobody. Dats cool
To: Rhaps
U naked? I like those kinds of surprises ;D
Derek didn't bother asking Luke about where he was yet. He figured he could get on that when he was on his way out of the door. He used the towel around his shoulder to catch the stray droplets of water from his head, belatedly pleased with not having to deal with his longer hair. He really didn't need to walk out of the house after a lecture from his grandmother about going out at night with his hair still slightly wet and how colds can happen in any weather, whether cold or hot. He'd never get anywhere if he had to deal with that. Derek could definitely admit that he wasn't exactly the fashion-forward sibling of the family, but he could at least dress himself, especially if the style was casually. Regardless of whatever smart comment Luke would come up with, there wasn't a moment that Derek had ever walked out of the house looking like a bum. He put in a bit of an effort, though not much, in finding a good attire for the evening, but soon enough he was lacing up his sneakers and pulling on the beanie he had found in his closet. Grabbing his keys and wallet, he shoved those into his pockets and then scooped up his fully charged phone, making sure to text Rhapsody while calling out, "Lola at lolo, ako pagpunta sa para sa gabi. Huwag maghintay para sa amin!" {Grams, Gramps, I'm headed out for the night. Don't wait up for us.}
To: Rhaps
Omw. Getting gas 1rst
To: Ace
Sum1 feelin brand new n shit. Got new friends at ur place n couldnt invite nobody. Dats cool
To: Rhaps
U naked? I like those kinds of surprises ;D
Derek didn't bother asking Luke about where he was yet. He figured he could get on that when he was on his way out of the door. He used the towel around his shoulder to catch the stray droplets of water from his head, belatedly pleased with not having to deal with his longer hair. He really didn't need to walk out of the house after a lecture from his grandmother about going out at night with his hair still slightly wet and how colds can happen in any weather, whether cold or hot. He'd never get anywhere if he had to deal with that. Derek could definitely admit that he wasn't exactly the fashion-forward sibling of the family, but he could at least dress himself, especially if the style was casually. Regardless of whatever smart comment Luke would come up with, there wasn't a moment that Derek had ever walked out of the house looking like a bum. He put in a bit of an effort, though not much, in finding a good attire for the evening, but soon enough he was lacing up his sneakers and pulling on the beanie he had found in his closet. Grabbing his keys and wallet, he shoved those into his pockets and then scooped up his fully charged phone, making sure to text Rhapsody while calling out, "Lola at lolo, ako pagpunta sa para sa gabi. Huwag maghintay para sa amin!" {Grams, Gramps, I'm headed out for the night. Don't wait up for us.}
To: Rhaps
Omw. Getting gas 1rst
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Camila Santos
Outfit: Here
Location: Aaliyah's Bedroom
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Outfit: Here
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The flat blending brush makes a quick swirl in between Camila's fingers before meeting Juliette's skin. The brunette asked Cami to make her pretty, as if she wasn't already. But the statement made Camila feel a small sense of power now that she had full control over Juliette's face. She thought over the sudden question with careful consideration, deep browns focused on highlighting the girl's prominent bone structure. "If you have to ask me whether or not you should, maybe it's a sign that you shouldn't" She pauses for a moment, tapping the excess shadow from the brush on the back of her hand. Part of Camila feels guilty because, as much as Juliette clearly doesn't want to be with Ace, it probably wasn't the best move on Camila's part to hook-up with the guy. But what's done is done and as far as Cami is concerned, there won't be a repeat.
"Ace is great, don't get me wrong. But I'm pretty sure there are plenty of guys out there waiting to ask you, Jules. You have options." Maybe it's her standards that are too high, but Cami has always been a firm believer in never settling. She has made that mistake before and will regret it many times over.
Aaliyah announces her return with a statement about how Malcolm will be attending the party and Camila serves her a quick look. No words are needed really, Leah has become exceptionally skilled at reading Camila's many looks without needing a verbal explanation and given the fact Cami has had a thing or two to say about her...complicated... relationship with Malcolm, for lack of a better word, there's really nothing else she could say. Somehow she has always found herself in these situations, acting as a mediator for the girls and their boy troubles but never having any of her own. Not that she necessarily craves to have any, but the whole thing is just painfully ironic. "All done!" the brunette announces with a satisfied smirk, taking a step back to examine her creation and making sure every line, shadow and highlight is impossibly even,
She gives Juliette a moment to examine the results, praying to the heavens and anyone else that may be listening that she doesn't find anything to knit-pick at. She can hear movement going on outside the bedroom and assumes (and really hopes) it's Luke with a much needed energy boost.
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As soon as Sabina secured her braid with her hair tie, she received a notification. The brunette picked up her iPhone 4 and checked her Snapchat. She had the phone for a relatively short time, and was a hand-me-down from Sabina's mother. Sabina raised an eyebrow; Cat had sent her a Snap. Technically, Sabina wasn't even supposed to have a Snapchat account. But literally no one listened to those rules.
"Hey guys! Look how pretty Cydnee made me! I love her! Haha!" Cat, like always, used the cat filter. Cat flipped the camera so that it faced the blue-eyed junior while the redhead continued to laugh happily. Sabina went to Cat's story and responded to the Snap.
To Cat:
You look awesome! Just let Cydnee work her magic.
You look awesome! Just let Cydnee work her magic.
Sabina turned off her phone after that. She grabbed her lip conditioner - it was damn expensive - and applied it quickly. The middle schooler slipped on her shoes, grabbing her bag and phone before heading towards the front door. As Sabina grasped the handle, she heard her mother's footsteps echo throughout the one-story house. The 8th grader turned to face her mother as the short woman approached her.
To be honest, Sabina and her mother, Arleen, never did look too similar. Arleen McCreery stood at 5'0" even, half an inch shorter than her daughter. Sure, the two had the same straight brown hair, although Sabina's was always of lighter hue. And while Sabina sported dark brown, almost obsidian-like eyes, her mother had dark, emerald green eyes. They were rather different.
Sabina's mother approached the dark-eyed girl, her face mainly expressionless, save for the slight scowl on her face. "Where are you going?" the green-eyed woman asked blandly. Sabina bit her tongue harshly as her mother gazed at her disapproving, almost angrily, refraining from talking back. Sabina knew her mother was still upset about the...incident a year back.
"Glowzone," Sabina responded in a strained voice. Things were still tense between her mother and herself. "There's a party."
Sabina's mother narrowed her eyes, before nodding stiffly and whirling around, heading for the kitchen. Sabina let out a relieved, and slightly exasperated sigh. She and her mother were never close, but the incident with Ezra made them more distant than ever.
Sabina pulled out her phone, biting her lip before finally deciding to text Gigi.
To Gigi:
Hey, do you mind coming over to my house to pick me up?
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Hey, do you mind coming over to my house to pick me up?
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Nick could play a lot of sports. Football, soccer...you name it. In school, though, he only did three: baseball, basketball, and cross country. Nick, like many other varsity jocks, ate, drank, and breathed sports. It was what he lived for. He spent every one of his waking hours of pure free time training for any of his three sports - mainly basketball or cross country. He trained in the latter quite often, mainly because by doing it, he could also gain benefits for his other two sports. So in Nick's mind, the logical thing to do right now is to go for a jog.
The light-haired jock slowed to a walk, his jog leaving him slightly out of breath. "God," he gasped. "Why the hell did I go for a run when Bronson's party starts in a little over an hour?" Nick had ran long enough for him to be a bit out of breath, but not enough to start sweating. He did crazy things at times. For example, going for a jog so soon before Ace's party was about to start. In his party attire.
Luckily for him, Nick had a knack for keeping his clothes clean in situations like these.
Nick's phone vibrated in his pocket, alerting him of an incoming text. The jock checked his messages; ah, it was Finn.
From Finn:
I'm at Arnault's place. Who else is coming before we go to Bronson's?
I'm at Arnault's place. Who else is coming before we go to Bronson's?
Nick narrowed his eyes, slowly gazing upwards, before letting out a laugh. Damn, what a crazy coincidence. He had ran all the way to Adrien's neighborhood. Nick was only about a block away from the Arnault residence. He could get there soon enough. The light-haired jock started typing on his phone, before sending his reply to Finn.
To Finn:
I'm approx. a block away. You'll be seeing me soon, bro.
I'm approx. a block away. You'll be seeing me soon, bro.
Nick let out a sigh before picking up the pace. "Well, at least this'll help for cross country," he muttered.
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Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Aaliyah's Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #7957C2
Camila finished her makeup just a moment after Aaliyah returned to her bedroom, and Juliette opted to address the more important of the two first, as she spun towards the mirror to examine herself. As expected, Camila had worked her magic, and as she posed her face at all of her best angles, as if she were trying to take a selfie, she was now convinced that tonight would be a good night. "You're a saint and a miracle worker occupying the body of a goddess, and I love you for it," she gushed, still half-consumed with looking at her own reflection as she thanked her friend sitting beside her. It was only really when Aaliyah was in the doorway to her closet, and turning back to specifically address Juliette that she returned to reality. "You're lucky Cami and I aren't as flaky as Ari," she responded with. "Then you would have to take an Uber alone with Malcolm tonight, and you know we can't have that. Call an Escalade or one of the big Ubers when we're ready, and Malcolm and I will sit in the front row and you two can sit in the back," she suggested, knowing that it would probably elicit some sort of eye roll-type reaction out of Aaliyah, even if she wouldn't get the joy out of seeing it now that the closet door had been closed behind her.
In reality, Juliette had nothing against Malcolm. Nothing against him aside from the fact that she was the kind of friend who loved her friends so much that she could find a reason to get jealous at them for spending more time with their grandmother over her. Given that, whenever she needed someone to go shopping with, or to help her study for exam, and Aaliyah's excuse was that she was out and about with Malcolm, Juliette could momentarily convince herself that that boy was not worth a millisecond of her friend's time. In actuality, though, Juliette thought that Aaliyah had good taste in people. She was smart, not just academically, but socially too, and she wasn't the type of person who wore her heart on her sleeve with her emotions exposed. Juliette didn't necessarily know that something was going on between Aaliyah and Malcolm, but at the same time, she just had a tendency to assume that the only reason why anyone would choose a guy over her was because they were getting something physical out of it that a friend couldn't give to them. "So now that we know that Ari's MIA, and she's going to ditch us for Malcolm point two seconds into the night, who should I expect you to abandon me for? That guy, Nick?" she inquired, turning her attention to her phone for a second to text Ari.
To: Ari
What could possibly be more important than pregaming with your best friends right now?!
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XXLocation: Vincent household, Rhapsody's Room
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Rhapsody before even getting to her room to see the outfits. She realized she should probably care for both of her pets seeing that her parents had taken their dog, Coco with them to some fancy gathering of musicians with their animals and seeing that Rhapsody was the only on that appreciated Philip and Raphael. Coco was the obvious choice for them. She made sure to fill Philip's bowl in the kitchen and Raphie's in his huge cage in the corner of their living room so they wouldn't go unfed all night while she was out. And also for the bird not to start screaming in the middle of the night and Philip wouldn't slip into her bed while the couple's sleeping, giving both her and Derek heart attacks. She made her way into her room with the bottle of wine in hand to get ready for the night.
Within seconds music could be heard throughout the house as she looked at the five, not four and a quarter since one of them barely categorized as a whole outfit. She chuckled and rubbed her head. "Jesus. We will never get the house if I wear most of these." Looking down at the shoes she wasn't surprised what she saw, no flats. Every single pair of shoes for the outfits were heels that would at least make her look 5'5, 5'6 which she wasn't sure about. She liked her height, it was one of the things she never had a problem with when it came to her appearance. Before she could continue complaining, she heard her phone go off. She heard it go off before but she was too busy taking care of her pets to answer it. Again it was Luke and Derek. It was as if they has powers to text her at the same time. She chuckled at Luke but quickly lost her smile when she read Derek. The sooner he realized that guessing that didn't mean that was the surprise every time even if she knows he wished it was.
Within seconds music could be heard throughout the house as she looked at the five, not four and a quarter since one of them barely categorized as a whole outfit. She chuckled and rubbed her head. "Jesus. We will never get the house if I wear most of these." Looking down at the shoes she wasn't surprised what she saw, no flats. Every single pair of shoes for the outfits were heels that would at least make her look 5'5, 5'6 which she wasn't sure about. She liked her height, it was one of the things she never had a problem with when it came to her appearance. Before she could continue complaining, she heard her phone go off. She heard it go off before but she was too busy taking care of her pets to answer it. Again it was Luke and Derek. It was as if they has powers to text her at the same time. She chuckled at Luke but quickly lost her smile when she read Derek. The sooner he realized that guessing that didn't mean that was the surprise every time even if she knows he wished it was.
To: Luke
lol you love us and you know it <3
To: Mon Homme
that is not always going to be the surprise. it's no longer a surprise if you guess that.
To: Mon Homme
you'll just have to get here & see.
lol you love us and you know it <3
To: Mon Homme
that is not always going to be the surprise. it's no longer a surprise if you guess that.
To: Mon Homme
you'll just have to get here & see.
The more she looked at the message, she got a mischievous smirk on her face. She knew he'd like the makeup and the hair but, he was a guy. He didn't care about that at least not as much as his brother would when he saw her. Instead of picking one of the outfits she decided to wait until her baby got here in order to get his opinion since she couldn't decide since they all were so different from what she was used to wearing out. But she did grab one piece of clothing from her closet along with a headband because just because she was stepping out didn't mean she would go anywhere without her signature no matter how much her sisters hated it. She slid her black robe on over her outfit and just laid on her bed with the wine on her nightstand already almost half way gone. She looked at her phone not bothering to reply to his message of being on the way just to tease him a bit and to leave him on 'read' because she's petty.
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Feeling thoughtful, she considered ordering a plate of BBQ wings on the side for her friend who was upstairs changing, unaware that the blonde that invaded his home was now ordering an entire meal to go. "The address is 2571 Wallingford Dr," she gave the cashier on the other line the address of the modern, French chateau estate which Rhiannon remembered by instinct. Ending the call, she proceeded to rummage through Casper's personal shit, shit that Rhiannon had no business being in, but the Siyansky's were like a second family to her aside from her actual. It seemed necessary for Rhia to get her hands on whatever she could find.
She made her way across to the sitting area where a picture frame caught her eye almost immediately. Having visited the Siyanskys' numerous times before she could tell that it was a recent frame. And being the nose body that she was, picked it up in her hands. She could tell it was a picture of a young Caspian at the age of four. It was the eyes that gave him away, its bluish- grey were focused on a cake- his birthday cake. Although, the reminisce of what was left seemed to cover half his face, but nonetheless it was his cake from Rhiannon could tell was for his celebrated birthday. However, it was the gold strands covering the boy's head in its neat, well kept style what caught most of her attention. She knew that Casper was once a blonde, but seeing an actual picture of the past brought her thinking why he ever went... dark. Surely, it had nothing to do with his parents splitting, his mom remarrying a much more successful man with riches enough to buy Ms. Siyansky whatever she pleased, but Rhiannon has been apart of the family long enough to know that, that had not been the case. Like any other hormonal teen, Casper craved excitement. He didn't enjoy the thought of living a life planned; college, job, marriage, kids, death. Each day was an unexpected cycle, he lived every passing hour without looking as far into the future and the past. He lived by what remained in the present which is why he took up the title amongst his peers as an Animal. He wished to live a life vivaciously, without regrets. And that's what Rhiannon loved most about Caspian Vaughn Siyansky.
Rhiannon was placing the frame back carefully into its position as the door bell sounded. She knew that it had to be the pizza delivery guy, but she didn't expect the food to be arriving for another fifteen minutes. Luckily, she spotted Casper's wallet left untouched, and pulling out a ten she went to greet the guy, hoping he'd forgive her for not having the exact amount. "Look, all I have is a ten, but-" looking up, instead she saw a pair of dark brown eyes, and bleached blonde hair that seemed all too familiar. "Well," the corners of her mouth lifted into a smug sneer, "if it isn't Roman Eliades. If I had known you were delivering pizza now, I'd ordered a couple pies for myself a long long time ago."
She eyed the handsome boy, admiring the body she had clawed at many times before during their time of "intervention". The leather jacket was a nice addition though Rhia couldn't stop herself from biting at her bottom lip. Casper's voice called from upstairs, breaking her from the trance, "Rhiannon, who was that at the door?"
Not taking her eyes off Roman, "Oh, no one," she lowered her voice for only Roman's ears to hear, "just your sweet, sexy friend who came to see you."
"Rhiannon, don't touch my ten!" She ignored him. Shifting her weight a little, she pushed open the door wider for Roman. "Are you going to come in, or continue looking like a lost puppy?" She pouted, teasingly.
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"Thanks for the ride, Riv. You're the best." Poppy smiled towards the jock, River she had gotten to give her a ride home from her cheerleading team's practice since her driver's kid got really sick or something and she did have a heart when it came to the Rothschild's staff especially seeing that the man, Benny had been with the family before Poppy was even born. What was she going to do? Fire him? Of course not just as long as he could drive her around tonight. "No problem, darlin'. So, you goin' to Ace's?" She felt his hand creep onto her leg, but she loved to mess with people so she acted as if she didn't even notice. "Of course. Where else would I be going?" The Southern man chuckled and shook his head. "Fair enough and what are you doin' after?" She shrugged. "Depends on how the night goes and you?" She could feel his hand tighten on her bare thigh right above her leather black shorts with a smirk creeping on her face. "I was thinkin' what about you and me," Before he finished he was leaning into Poppy trying to get a kiss but Poppy did have some standards, she wasn't about to start something in a car right outside her house where the cameras could easily see the pair. She pulled her face away as she reached for her bag from the back seat of the 2018 Range Rover. "Nice try, Riv and I'll let you know. But, I really do need to start getting ready. See you there." She winked towards him while opening the door not even paying any mind to jock chuckling as he looked up at his sunroof.
He was a sweet guy, really he was. But that was the problem, he was too sweet for Poppy's liking. On top of that, he didn't check any of the boxes she had for her criteria. He was a sophomore, kind of, but not really upper middle class (she only took upper class, thank you very much), he was too sweet, and the biggest problem, he was a jock. They just weren't her type, she liked them... bad. A challenge. An animal, which was a type she'd take to her grave. The last two guys she had been with were animals, including 'the King' himself, Caspian Siyansky. A conquest she isn't proud to say was still going on but, hey what are you gonna do? He was the complete opposite of her and it was sexy as hell to her. The gates opened for the girl no doubt meaning their security saw the scene that had just unraveled. Not that she really cared. Nothing happened. She smiled towards the camera before walking in with her silver booties clacking against the cobblestone leading to her front doors. She pushed the doors open putting her cheerleading bag and backpack on the wooden table set right by the door just so Poppy would stop throwing it on the floor because she was too lazy to put it in her room with her. She didn't see her parents' cars out front so she could assume that they were still on the week long date 'night' trip to somewhere in Europe. Poppy didn't really listen when they said where they were going.
She made her way from the foyer, up the stairs, and to her room which was the second largest since she kicked a screamed to make her parents let her have the eldest Rothschild's girl room seeing that she moved out and had a family of her own. She had no need to have a huge room in their house if anything she deserved the maid's quarters bedroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her hand through her wet, ruby locks after she had taken a shower right after practice so she could save time. She didn't even waste any time, she tossed off her clothes and changed into her outfit for the night to see how great she looked it. She looked at herself in one of the full-length mirrors in her walk-in closet with a smirk as she turned to the side to see how her pants hugged her waist. "Perfect." She grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. "As always." She grabbed her robe to put on over her outfit so when she did her hair and makeup it wouldn't get dirty or wet because this outfit was perfection and she was not taking it off until later this night if it went as planned.
She sat at her vanity in her room and sent a text to one of her 'in case of emergency' numbers which was a maid, Yvonne that worked for the family for around a year but pretty much worked as Poppy's stylist since that what she wanted to do in her career anyway. Within minutes, the young Russian girl who was only twenty-two was in her room looking at her outfit to get an idea of what to do with her hair and makeup. Poppy could do it herself, she was good at it but if you have someone to do. Let them do their job. As the blonde got started on her hair Poppy was on her phone, looking at the messages she missed with at practice and taking several photos of herself. The pair were in silence other than the pop music playing through her speakers throughout her room to fill the awkwardness. It wasn't until she was done with her hair which was completely straight with a middle part and almost done with her makeup, only needing to put on her lipstick and fake lashes. Yvonne cleared her throat. "Where are you going tonight?" Yvonne always seemed afraid of Poppy and with reason, sure but she liked Yvonne. She wasn't going to bite her. "A party all my friends are going to since grades were turned in today or something, I don't know. I'm just always looking for an excuse to look cute."
"You always look cute though." Ah ha. There it was. Poppy shrugged before chuckling."Okay as much as I love you for saying that. I can tell when someone's looking for a favor. So, what do you want?" Yvonne chuckled in embarrassment and tried to ask like Poppy was wrong. "I do it to my mom. Just say it. What is it you want?" She whipped her head up towards the blonde with a raised eyebrow when she was reaching for the lash glue. "A night off for a date." She scoffed. "Someone got a match on Tinder but fine, whatever. I don't care. Now was that so hard?" She laughed a bit before opening her messages to send one to the king, himself. Mostly to tell him her intentions but also hoping he was with that friend of his so, she could hopefully piss Rhiannon off from afar. And another to Leah.
He was a sweet guy, really he was. But that was the problem, he was too sweet for Poppy's liking. On top of that, he didn't check any of the boxes she had for her criteria. He was a sophomore, kind of, but not really upper middle class (she only took upper class, thank you very much), he was too sweet, and the biggest problem, he was a jock. They just weren't her type, she liked them... bad. A challenge. An animal, which was a type she'd take to her grave. The last two guys she had been with were animals, including 'the King' himself, Caspian Siyansky. A conquest she isn't proud to say was still going on but, hey what are you gonna do? He was the complete opposite of her and it was sexy as hell to her. The gates opened for the girl no doubt meaning their security saw the scene that had just unraveled. Not that she really cared. Nothing happened. She smiled towards the camera before walking in with her silver booties clacking against the cobblestone leading to her front doors. She pushed the doors open putting her cheerleading bag and backpack on the wooden table set right by the door just so Poppy would stop throwing it on the floor because she was too lazy to put it in her room with her. She didn't see her parents' cars out front so she could assume that they were still on the week long date 'night' trip to somewhere in Europe. Poppy didn't really listen when they said where they were going.
She made her way from the foyer, up the stairs, and to her room which was the second largest since she kicked a screamed to make her parents let her have the eldest Rothschild's girl room seeing that she moved out and had a family of her own. She had no need to have a huge room in their house if anything she deserved the maid's quarters bedroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her hand through her wet, ruby locks after she had taken a shower right after practice so she could save time. She didn't even waste any time, she tossed off her clothes and changed into her outfit for the night to see how great she looked it. She looked at herself in one of the full-length mirrors in her walk-in closet with a smirk as she turned to the side to see how her pants hugged her waist. "Perfect." She grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. "As always." She grabbed her robe to put on over her outfit so when she did her hair and makeup it wouldn't get dirty or wet because this outfit was perfection and she was not taking it off until later this night if it went as planned.
She sat at her vanity in her room and sent a text to one of her 'in case of emergency' numbers which was a maid, Yvonne that worked for the family for around a year but pretty much worked as Poppy's stylist since that what she wanted to do in her career anyway. Within minutes, the young Russian girl who was only twenty-two was in her room looking at her outfit to get an idea of what to do with her hair and makeup. Poppy could do it herself, she was good at it but if you have someone to do. Let them do their job. As the blonde got started on her hair Poppy was on her phone, looking at the messages she missed with at practice and taking several photos of herself. The pair were in silence other than the pop music playing through her speakers throughout her room to fill the awkwardness. It wasn't until she was done with her hair which was completely straight with a middle part and almost done with her makeup, only needing to put on her lipstick and fake lashes. Yvonne cleared her throat. "Where are you going tonight?" Yvonne always seemed afraid of Poppy and with reason, sure but she liked Yvonne. She wasn't going to bite her. "A party all my friends are going to since grades were turned in today or something, I don't know. I'm just always looking for an excuse to look cute."
"You always look cute though." Ah ha. There it was. Poppy shrugged before chuckling."Okay as much as I love you for saying that. I can tell when someone's looking for a favor. So, what do you want?" Yvonne chuckled in embarrassment and tried to ask like Poppy was wrong. "I do it to my mom. Just say it. What is it you want?" She whipped her head up towards the blonde with a raised eyebrow when she was reaching for the lash glue. "A night off for a date." She scoffed. "Someone got a match on Tinder but fine, whatever. I don't care. Now was that so hard?" She laughed a bit before opening her messages to send one to the king, himself. Mostly to tell him her intentions but also hoping he was with that friend of his so, she could hopefully piss Rhiannon off from afar. And another to Leah.
To: Casper
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night
To: Leah
hey love! I should be otw in like 15-20 :)
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night
To: Leah
hey love! I should be otw in like 15-20 :)
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xxlocation: arnault residence xxxoutfit: here
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xxx"you can't wake up.
xxxthis is not a dream.
xxxyou're part of a machine.
xxxyou are not a human being."
x
Danielle grinned as Charlotte opened the door, closing the distance between her and the entrance to the house. Charlotte's comment made her laugh, shrugging a little. But, before she could reply, Charlotte turned to retrieve food from a delivery driver. It gave Danielle time to form a witty retort that wasn't going to give herself away. She wanted to be able to tell her friends, but she wasn't taking any chances. She didn't want her father and Rachel hearing from anyone else, and she didn't want her mother hearing at all. She doubted it would get back to her mother, but she wasn't taking any chances when it came to that woman.
"I'll forgive you this time," she teased in response to Charlotte's comment about her smoking all of her weed. The alcohol was all she really cared about; even though she knew it was probably bull, the whole "killing brain cells" thing had turned her off of weed. She cared about her brain cells too much to risk it.
"And no, I'm not trying to impress Bronson. I honestly couldn't give two shits what he thinks of me," Danielle said, shrugging a little. Her mouth quirked up in a grin. "And besides, why would I be dressing up just for you? You're already giving me food and alcohol, I clearly don't need to impress you any more," she added.
She sometimes wondered if her friends knew, or even just had a suspicion. She never made passes or never consciously stared at other girls. She'd never be the first to comment on how pretty a girl was, and she artfully avoided most discussions that could possible relate to sexuality in any way. If only avoidance counted as an art for her academic requirements.
As they reached the kitchen, she noticed Adrien and Finn already in the kitchen. "Oh, hey guys. I'm guessing you guys are heading out tonight, right?" She asked. She wasn't particularly close to either of them, but she wasn't going to be a total bitch either. They were civil to her, so she was going to be civil to them. She didn't know Finn at all, but she did know Adrien through Charlotte, and he wasn't that bad. Not as bad as his reputation said, anyway.
"I'll forgive you this time," she teased in response to Charlotte's comment about her smoking all of her weed. The alcohol was all she really cared about; even though she knew it was probably bull, the whole "killing brain cells" thing had turned her off of weed. She cared about her brain cells too much to risk it.
"And no, I'm not trying to impress Bronson. I honestly couldn't give two shits what he thinks of me," Danielle said, shrugging a little. Her mouth quirked up in a grin. "And besides, why would I be dressing up just for you? You're already giving me food and alcohol, I clearly don't need to impress you any more," she added.
She sometimes wondered if her friends knew, or even just had a suspicion. She never made passes or never consciously stared at other girls. She'd never be the first to comment on how pretty a girl was, and she artfully avoided most discussions that could possible relate to sexuality in any way. If only avoidance counted as an art for her academic requirements.
As they reached the kitchen, she noticed Adrien and Finn already in the kitchen. "Oh, hey guys. I'm guessing you guys are heading out tonight, right?" She asked. She wasn't particularly close to either of them, but she wasn't going to be a total bitch either. They were civil to her, so she was going to be civil to them. She didn't know Finn at all, but she did know Adrien through Charlotte, and he wasn't that bad. Not as bad as his reputation said, anyway.
C H A R L O T T E . B R Y A N T
Location: Bryant house
Outfit: This
Hex colour: #c85951
Charlotte pulled her boot up her thigh as she hopped on the other foot. She pushed her hair back from her face and took a breath. She grabbed her hairspray and sprayed her hair in place. It was not falling in her face tonight. Ideally, she needed to get her bangs cut, but the party was in the few hours. Looking down at her dress and boot, she realised there was no way she would be able to drive to Charlotte Arnault’s house on her bike, not unless she wanted the entirety of Sherman Oaks to see up her skirt. She was reasonably liberal when it came to sex, and pretty comfortable with her body, but no one wanted an exposure case on their front door. ”Dad!”
”Lottie.” Hugo Bryant’s smooth voice glided down the hallway.
”Can I borrow the car for tonight?”
Charlotte pulled her other boot on while she waited for her dad’s answer. As she came down the hall, she could hear the tinkling of car keys. Hugo threw them to her as she came to the bottom step. Charlotte turned the fob over in her hands. ”You can have the Bentley for the night.”
Charlotte’s face lit up and she hugged her dad tight. “Thank you!”
”Just be careful with it.”
Charlotte nodded, her face suddenly serious. ”I’ll treat her like my baby.”
She slid into the seat of the Bentley. It was a convertible Continental model. Otherwise known as an absolute dream. Her phone buzzed against her leg and she pulled it out of the pocket she had made. She opened the message and scanned over it and the accompanying picture. She tapped on Sam’s name in her contact list.
To: Sammy
Look at my boy! Look at you go! So gorgeous! I’ll be beating the girls away. Unless you don’t want me to. I’m cool like that. Love ya xx
Look at my boy! Look at you go! So gorgeous! I’ll be beating the girls away. Unless you don’t want me to. I’m cool like that. Love ya xx
To: Twinsie
CHARLOTTE! On my way to see your lovely face. Don’t drink everything without me baby. xx
CHARLOTTE! On my way to see your lovely face. Don’t drink everything without me baby. xx
C H R I S T O P H E R . M O R G A N
Location: Morgan/Rees Household
Outfit:This
Hex colour: #004d3c
Christopher could feel the blood rushing to his head as he stared at the upside down screen. His head was inches from the floor and his feet hung over the back of the sofa. He felt two hands grab his feet. ”Hey Chrissy.
”Tyler.”
Tyler jumped over the back of the sofa and sat next to Chris. ”Why you upside down?”
Chris shrugged. His position made the gesture look awkward. He was usually graceful when he moved. He looked over at Tyler, his nose coming level with Tyler’s shin. Tyler was everything Chris had hoped to be when he grew up. He had an easy charm about him, while Chris was still awkward, discovering who he was beyond Chris Morgan. Tyler had twisted around to sit upside down next to Tyler. ”How’s school?”
”Good.”
”Seeing anyone?
Chris blinked. ”N-no.” Chris scowled as his voice cracked. He cleared his throat. ”No. I’m not seeing anyone. Too busy.”
Tyler caught the catch in his stepbrother’s voice. A grin spread across his face. ”What’s her name?”
Chris got his phone out, ignoring Tyler’s question. His thumbs scattered across the keyboard.
To: Gigi
I need saving from Tyler. Am I coming to you or you coming to me?
I need saving from Tyler. Am I coming to you or you coming to me?
”No name. Because I’m not seeing anyone.”
”Chris has got a cru-ush.”
”I will kill you Ty.”
J A S P E R . C A M E R O N
Location: Cameron house
Outfit: This
Hex colour: #1a9f9b
Jasper’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text from Finn. He had been granted the apparently rare ability as a man to be able to multitask. He walked, keeping half an eye on the street in front of him, and the rest on his screen. As luck would have it, Jasper was rounding the corner leading to Adrien’s house, via the guidance of Google Maps.
To: Finn
You never heard of good things coming to those who wait? I’ll be there in two
You never heard of good things coming to those who wait? I’ll be there in two
He made to put his phone away when it buzzed again. He frowned. There was no way Finn had got back that quickly. Instead, the message was from Jazz. When he opened the attached picture, Jasper felt his chest tighten. Sam looked good…really good. Jasper ran his tongue along his bottom lip. This was ridiculous. He hadn’t had a crush for years, and now he got one on one of his best friends? Nope.
To: Sam
You look great buddy. And if you don’t come tonight, I will personally kick your ass.
You look great buddy. And if you don’t come tonight, I will personally kick your ass.
He wouldn’t. He would never be able to do anything that would hurt Sam. Sam might break his heart, but Jasper wouldn’t hurt him. Jasper skipped up the final step and knocked on the front door. As he waited for an answer, a car pulled up at the bottom of a driveway. A dark haired girl that Jasper vaguely recognised from school climbed out. While he definitely appreciated the shortness of her dress and the flash of thigh above her boots, she wasn’t provoking his usual reaction. And she didn’t seem to care either.
”Might as well wait with you.” She looked over to him. ”Charlie Bryant, hi.” No hand was offered for him to shake.
”Jasper. Jasper Cameron.”
”Nice to meet ya Jasper Jasper Cameron.” He knew she was teasing him. Her eyes gave her away. Charlie looked away from him and down to her phone.
To: Twinsie
I’m outside my darling. Come rescue me from the jock.
I’m outside my darling. Come rescue me from the jock.
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