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Finn Maxwell

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a character in “Another Year at the Buckley School”, as played by Tye

Description




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"tonight, we are young,
so let's set the world on fire,
we can burn brighter than the sun”

-Fun.
We Are Young |



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|Name|

Finnegan Blake Maxwell

|Nickname(s)|

Finn

|Age|

16

|Date of Birth|

November 19th

|Astrological Sign|

Sagittarius

|Nationality|

American

|Ethnicity|

A mixture of western European roots with English being the primary one

|Sexual Orientation|

Heterosexual

|Sexual History|

He has slept with one girl four times

|Relationship History|

One

|Relationship Status|

He's single, with his one and only relationship having ended in early September, soon after school started.




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"tonight, we are young,
so let's set the world on fire,
we can burn brighter than the sun”




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Height

5'8 (but as he claims (or hopes), still growing...)

|Weight|

150 lbs

|Skin Tone|

White

|Eye Color|

Brown

|Hair Color? Type? Styles?|

He's got a full head of naturally blonde hair. It's kept a bit longer and shaggier than his mother would like, but in his defense, it's not as shaggy as it used to be. He likes the messy look of it, without going full on old school Justin Bieber.

|Distinguishing Marks|

Other than a few faded scars on his legs from minor childhood sports injuries, he's pretty damage-free.

|Fashion Sense|

Finn is definitely casual with his wardrobe selections. He likes wearing simple things like jeans, t-shirts, shorts or flannels depending on the weather. He's a big fan of the backwards hat look, as of recently, too.

|Overall Attractiveness|

Honestly speaking, Finn would probably rate himself as a six out of ten if he was filling out some anonymous survey. He would love to think that he's a ten out of ten,
but he knows that he's not flawless or some Greek God looking guy.





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"tonight, we are young,
so let's set the world on fire,
we can burn brighter than the sun”



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|Good Traits|

Social, Humorous, Friendly, Low-Maintenance, Athletic

|Bad Traits|

Not smooth, Turns a blind eye to his friends' wrongdoings, Uses humor as a coping method/doesn't know when to be serious, Messy

|Personality|

Finn is one of those guys who automatically tends to be labeled as a jerk, because of who he hangs out with, but in fact, he’s quite the opposite. He’s the person that you’ll leave a conversation with being shocked, because he’s actually a really nice kid. He has a great sense of humor and has no problem with laughing at himself, he’s down-to-earth and not at all cocky or entitled, and he’s compassionate enough to at the very least, feel very guilty if he sees his friends bullying other people, even if sometimes he doesn’t feel compelled enough to break the standards of the social world he lives in. That’s one of the catches about him – while he, in himself, is a nice guy and someone who could befriend almost anyone, he’s also aware of how the social ladder works at Buckley. He was lucky enough to have come into the school with a strong talent for baseball- one that had been needed badly at the time, in order to beat their rival team that first spring season as a sixth grader.

The fact that Finn doesn’t come from money, and isn’t a Lifer at Buckley still meant that he went through a bit of a hazing process, and he still knows that there are girls who simply would never even consider dating him simply because his house only has four bedrooms, and his parents don’t drive BMWs, but he was one of the lucky ones. He was accepted enough that by now, he has assimilated into the social culture of Buckley. Watching other people struggle, especially when they don’t deserve it definitely pains him because he is someone with morals, but at the same time… he doesn’t feel like he should sacrifice his own social standing for them. He feels like he’s responsible for his own actions, and that it’s not fair for him to either be judged by the behavior of others, or be expected to act as some martyr and sacrifice himself just to defend someone he doesn’t know.

Though Finn excels on the baseball field, he doesn’t do quite as well in the classroom. He’s not a class clown in a disrespectful way, and he definitely doesn’t go so far as to disrupt class, but he’s known for using his sense of humor to deflect attention away from how poorly he does academically. He definitely gets by with passing his classes, but it’s a struggle, and it always involves a lot more effort and stress than he would care to admit.

|Strengths|

He's athletic, small talk comes naturally to him, he's almost always in a good mood.

|Weaknesses|

He struggles to trust people because he recognizes how superficial people at Buckley are, he likes to say that he's compassionate, but sometimes he considers his wants as legitimate needs, and puts them above the needs of others, he isn't book smart, he is sometimes embarrassed of not coming from money like so many of his peers.

|Greatest Joys in Life|

Sports, the outdoors, friends, family

|Greatest Fears|

Failing out of school/college, anyone in his family dying, having no friends

|Priorities|

He wants to help his baseball team go undefeated this year, and hopefully maintain his grades while doing so.

|Life Philosophy|

“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game”
― Babe Ruth




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"tonight, we are young,
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we can burn brighter than the sun”




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|Hometown|

Sherman Oaks, California

|Upbringing|

Although Finn could probably be deemed lower class by the majority of his peers at Buckley, when compared to most people across the country, his family sits comfortably in the middle class. Compared to some, maybe it’s even the upper middle class. His father works as a chemical engineer, making around $90,000 annually, while his mother works as an ER nurse, making about the same. The fact that The Maxwell clan is a clan of seven makes it harder to stretch that money, even if it is a comfortable amount, and living in the expensive southern California area makes it even more difficult. Even so, Finn never lived a poor life, and his parents were always determined to make it work for their kids. That was why they did everything they could to make sure that when they bought their first home twenty-five years ago, that it was in the beautiful community of Sherman Oaks. At that point, the home was a worn down little thing, and his parents still had to take out a huge loan to buy the house, but it was worth it. They built it up into a nice little four-bedroom place, that became the homiest of homes that Finn could ever ask for.

He's the third of five children, making him the definition of a middle child. Though he’ll often playfully remark about how he was the neglected one out of his siblings, his childhood was normal and fun. He enjoyed having so many siblings, even if his older sister was always a pain in the ass, his brother used him as a human punching bag, and his younger twin sisters could get away with everything that he couldn’t. The Maxwells were never a perfect family, and they never claimed to be, but there was always love in their house, which is more than many of his peers can say about their upbringings.

Like all of his siblings, Finn attended public school as a child, and he had no complaints about it. He had friends and though he was never an A-student, his parents never had to worry about him in any regard, really. He was a capable kid with a good head on his shoulders. His father, however, grew to be increasingly proud of his son, due to his inherited skills on the baseball field. He was recruited for a competitive travel team when he was nine, and at one of the games, he was scouted by someone who worked for the Division I league for private schools on the west coast. He recommended that Finn’s family reach out to The Buckley School, to see if they would be interested in offering him a sports related scholarship, and lo and behold, they did. He started there as a sixth grader, and receives a partial scholarship, where his parents only have to pay around $8,000 a year for him to attend. It’s still a lot of money for his family, but it’s definitely manageable. Along with the opportunities that graduating from Buckley will bring him, Finn has been happy socially too, with his transition to the school. He’s made friends, loves playing on their baseball team, and is all around in a pretty good place right now.

|Education|

He attended a public elementary school before transferring to the Buckley School for sixth grade.





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"tonight, we are young,
so let's set the world on fire,
we can burn brighter than the sun”



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|Household|

Right now, Finn lives with his parents (Diana and Mark), and his two younger sisters (Taylor and Molly). His older sister (Margaret) and older brother (Charlie) are in college.

|Pets|

The family's Bernese Mountain Dog Tiger passed away a few months ago, and they haven't gotten a new pet since.

|Secrets|

[Everybody has them. And these are kids at a private school where it's hard to keep shit private? You know you gotta give me at least three]

|Summer Spent|

Finn spent his summer working at a local summer camp where he was a baseball coach for kindergarten and first grade aged children. He also spent time playing on a summer travel baseball team, where he traveled to various states, including Florida for a national baseball championship game. Besides that, he just did your normal summer stuff - hanging out at the beach, a few parties here and there, and so on.

|Socioeconomic Status|

Middle Class

|Residence|

13964 Margate St, Sherman Oaks, CA 91401

|Transportation|

He just recently got his driver's permit, but he doesn't have a car of his own, so it's basically useless right now. He's almost always catching rides from friends, but other than that, his mother drives a Honda Pilot, and his dad drives a Ford Escape, so they do drive him places sometimes in those.



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"tonight, we are young,
so let's set the world on fire,
we can burn brighter than the sun”




|Family Member|

Finn gets along pretty well with everyone in his family, they have fairly typical relationships with a few squabbles here and there, but other than that, they're a healthy family unit.

Mother: Diana Maxwell: Age 47
Father: Mark Maxwell: Age 48
Sister: Maggie Maxwell: Age 22
Brother: Charlie Maxwell: Age 19
Sister: Taylor Maxwell: Age 11
Sister: Molly Maxwell: Age 11



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"tonight, we are young,
so let's set the world on fire,
we can burn brighter than the sun”



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|Short Term Goals|

Finn really, really wants (but more so, needs) to do well on his upcoming tests.

|Long Term Goals|

Long term, as in for the next few years, as much as he would never say it allowed, he really wants a girlfriend. He wants a real and serious relationship with someone who gets him. Once he graduates Buckley, he'll probably end up at Oregon State or UNC, playing on their baseball team. He's already in official talks with coaches there.

|Aspirations|

It probably won't ever happen, but Finn's biggest dream has always been to be drafted into the MLB. He would reach the epitome of his life if he ever got to play for the NY Yankees.



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"tonight, we are young,
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|Grade|

10

|Lifer? Newcomer?|

Finn falls somewhere in between, given that he started Buckley in sixth grade. The fact that he's a great baseball player made being accepted and welcomed into the school a bit easier, even if it still wasn't seamless.

|Scholarship or No?|

Scholarship

|Clique|

Jocks

|Are you happy here? Why or why not?|

Finn is happy being a jock, because sports are a big part of his life. He loves that he has a close bond with so many teammates, and he's sure that if he wasn't great at sports, he never would have been able to attend Buckley to begin with, but even if he somehow did, he would have ended up at a much lower place on the social ladder. He fits in with the jocks, and his only complaint would be that given his more humble nature, he often recognizes, better than many other A-listers, how offensive their behavior can be sometimes.

|If you could change your clique, would you? To What?|

Free Spirit, maybe. Being able to have friends with no requirement to be associated with them on their bad days sounds nice.

|Clubs or Teams?|

Baseball team, Cross country team, Varsity club, Key Club International

|Sports?|

In school, he plays baseball and is on the cross country team. Outside of school, he'll play almost any other sport leisurely.

|What are you looking forward to the most?|

As most would expect about him, Finn is overly excited for the baseball season to start. He plays on competitive teams outside of school, so it's not like this is his only source of the game, but he loves his teammates and the fun that they have playing for Buckley.




|OOC|

Face Claim: Jace Norman
Hex Color: #3f8b2c
Time Zone: East Coast of the USA
Posting Frequency: Just getting back into RP'ing, but I'll probably be online every day during the summer
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So begins...

Finn Maxwell's Story

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Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault Character Portrait: Nicholas W. Van Veenen Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron
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F I N N . M A X W E L L
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #3f8b2c

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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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Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault
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CHARLOTTE ▿ ARNAULT

Outfit: Outfit
Location: The Arnault Residence
Dialogue Color: #3BAD45

Charlotte liked partying, but she didn't necessarily like parties. Not all of them, at least. She enjoyed intimate parties the most; ones where it was just her and her closest friends, hanging out, drinking and smoking. Those nights usually ended in too many bowls of weed being smoked, and a hefty bill from the closest place that would deliver pizza at three in the morning, but she loved it. It was relaxed and fun and worry-free. On the other end of the spectrum, she also enjoyed bigger parties, but she preferred them in settings where she really didn't know or care about who was hosting the party. Sometimes Rhia and Casper would bring her along to some college party they heard about, and Charlotte found it far easier to be carefree there and wreck havoc on the place and the night as a whole, because she didn't have to care about whose expense it was being done at. Her personality was conflicting at times, because it possessed two different sets of traits depending on where she was and who she was with. In certain settings, it was very easy for her to let loose and give no fucks about who she hurt in the process, but at other times, her mind was nearly obsessive with being critical of every move she made, to a point where she preferred to curl up in bed with a book or a new show to binge-watch on Netflix, over anything else. Tonight was going to be a weird mix of the two, she could already tell. She wanted to get to that reckless state, but she knew that being at a party with both of her siblings meant that it would take a lot of alcohol to get her to that point of not giving a shit. She wasn't opposed to indulging tonight. It wasn't like she really had any ties to Ace Bronson to feel bad about taking advantage of his free alcohol and parent-free home in the process.

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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Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Nicholas W. Van Veenen Character Portrait: Sabina D. McCreery
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8th Grader
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Sabina set down her comb as she looked into her mirror. It wasn't the shiniest. The once-polished glass was now looking dusty, with splashes of discoloration. Sabina sighed as she started to part her light brown hair. Once that was done, Sabina slipped a golden hair tie on her right wrist and started braiding her hair.

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.

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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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?

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.

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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Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault
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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.

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Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Bryant Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron
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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


To: Twinsie
CHARLOTTE! On my way to see your lovely face. Don’t drink everything without me baby. xx






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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?


”No name. Because I’m not seeing anyone.”

”Chris has got a cru-ush.”

”I will kill you Ty.”






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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


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.


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.

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CHARLOTTE ▿ ARNAULT

Outfit: Outfit
Location: The Arnault Residence
Dialogue Color: #3BAD45

"I guess that's true," Charlotte leveled with a small smile as Danielle reasoned that she had no reason to dress up for her. She was only teasing with the inquiry about the motivation behind it, but all jokes aside, Danielle did look nice tonight. Then again, everyone and everything looked a bit nicer when Charlotte was high. It was easier to be less scrutinizing of the little details, and just feel relaxed and content with everything. That was probably why she didn't groan when she and Danielle entered the kitchen, and her suspicion from earlier was confirmed; that her brother was in the kitchen with a friend. There were lots of other places in the house to eat, especially since even in the evening in December, they were in California, so it wasn't too brisk outside to not be able to spend a little while eating by the pool, but Charlotte was too lazy for that. She set her bags of food down in front of one of the empty seats at the island and signaled for Danielle to sit beside her.

"Of course they're going to Ace's. They're two of his little bitches," Charlotte chimed in, a devious smirk creeping onto her face as she began to pull out smaller, individual containers from the large plastic bag the delivery food came in. She looked towards the boys then, knowing that if she was making eye contact with Danielle while speaking, she would probably actually laugh. "My girl dressed to impress specifically for your boy Ace. Think you can get her some one-on-one time with him?" she pressed, doing her best to sound serious despite the smirk. She knew Dani would probably want to roll her eyes or hit her for it, but that was the fun in it all. She might have tried teasing harder, had she not first been distracted by how good her food smelled, and then secondly, by the texts from Charlie that she was just seeing. It looked like the most recent one had only been sent a minute ago, so she was glad that she hadn't kept her outside waiting too long, especially if what she said was true, and one of Adrien's friends was out there too. "Charlie's here. Let me go get her. There should be beer in the fridge, and probably some of those sugary-as-fuck Mike's Hards that Juliette drinks, and all of the liquor is in the cabinet. Help yourself," she said to Dani, though she hoped her friend knew to help herself regardless.

With that said, she headed back to the door, and opened it to find Charlotte #2, Jasper, and in the distance, a blonde guy that Charlotte recognized as another one of Adrien's friends, Nick. "Adrien is in the kitchen," she said to the guys, not feeling inclined to say much more, since they were Adrien's friends and not hers, after all. Charlie, however, received a bit of a warmer response, as her presence elicited a smile out of Charlotte. "Glad you made it," she said, as she decided to continue her teasing of Dani, even if the girl wasn't present to hear it. "Robo-girl is in the kitchen already. Apparently she wants to fuck pretty boy Bronson, and I think you're the only one who'll be able to talk her out of it."

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F I N N . M A X W E L L
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #3f8b2c

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A D R I E N . A R N A U L T
Location: The Arnault Residence | Kitchen
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #842C88

"Really, Char? I'm kind of having a bro sorta pregame in here," Adrien complained, though it was done only half-heartedly as Charlotte came in with her friend Danielle. Adrien knew her on a surface level, mostly through her relationship with his sister, and she was a nice enough girl that he made sure that it was clear in his smirk that he wasn't truly being unwelcoming. Bickering was just the typical sibling thing to do. Adrien wasn't going to waste a chance at complaining about something his sister did. It only took being in the same room as Charlotte for a minute to notice (if not smell) that she was high, but he didn't comment on it. Even their parents knew that Charlotte smoked, though Adrien knew that that didn't mean that they were comfortable or approving of it. Sometimes he wondered if Charlotte actually enjoyed smoking, or if she purposely did it to piss their parents off, because something like that wasn't above the rebellious Arnault. "Not gonna act like I know you or anything, but Bronson doesn't seem like your type, so I'm gonna assume she was lying about that?" Adrien asked, amid opening up one of Charlotte's food containers labeled "pupusas" and pulling one out. His sister had clearly ordered more than she needed, so he didn't feel bad about helping himself.

He looked to Finn then, smirking as he admitted, "I don't know how either of my sisters have friends." At the same time, the friends that both Juliette and Charlotte had separately made sense. Juliette's friends were very into their social image, and living in luxury, and just being popular and cool and living that lifestyle in general. Charlotte's, on the other hand, didn't really value any of those things. They had quirks of their own, which was why Adrien didn't know someone like Danielle outside of his sister, and which was also probably why they could put up with Charlotte's sarcastically witty and sometimes coldly blunt personality. He liked to think that his sisters' friends groups fell on separate ends of the social spectrum behavior wise, and though it probably wasn't true, that his fell right in the middle, in the "perfectly balanced" territory. He slid a container of food towards Finn, but the blonde slid it back, saying, "No thanks, man. My mom made spaghetti and forced it down my throat before I could get out the door. Besides, doesn't Ace usually order a ton of food anyway?" He felt compelled to say more to Danielle, who now sat with them alone since Charlotte had left to answer the door, but he didn't know her well enough to know what to say. Adrien didn't seem bothered by it, though, nodding in response to Finn as he said, "Yeah, he does. You can never have too much food though. Then again, as the dude who always drinks himself into getting sick, maybe not having a stomach full of shit to throw up will be good for you. Pretty sure that's a turn off, am I right?" he said, glancing over at Danielle as he was sure Finn's face turned a bright shade of red. He managed to toss back a "Fuck you, dude," but yeah, he was definitely embarrassed.

Soon enough, the sound of people entering the house redirected Adrien's attention from the duo sitting beside him. "Cameron, Van Veenan: get your bitch asses in here!" he called out at the sound of their voices.

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Senior
Jock
hex code: #862138
location: en route || Arnault Residence.
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Nick started jogging once his text to Finn was sent. A lot of his jock friends with juniors or sophomores - younger than him - but he didn't mind. Although Nick would admit that gradually, during his time at Buckley, the cliques have started to influence his decisions (just slightly though), Nick rarely let cliques or age gaps prevent him from making friends. It was something someone either loved or hated about him. But even though Nick thought the high school cliques were childish, he could feel them slowly growing on him, despite his ideals.

Despite all his good friendships, Nick had always felt like they weren't...deep enough for a true best friend. Sure, he wasn't going to lie, he would have any of his friends' backs and vice versa, but Nick never had a friend he trusted enough to tell about his entire past. And Nick's past was as dramatic as hell. Well, his dad was, at the least.

Finally, the sight of the Arnault residence pulled Nick out of his thoughts. Despite being quite wealthy now, the homes of rich people - including himself - never failed to amaze Nick. He was never going to get used to them.

Nick rang the doorbell, and before he knew it, a certain Arnault answered the door. "'Sup, Charlotte," he greeted, flashing her a smile before heading towards the kitchen.

Adrien had apparently heard him come in - after all, you didn't need superhuman hearing to notice - and yelled out, "Cameron, Van Veenen: get your bitch asses in here!"

Nick never really liked his surname. Out of all things, Van Veenen? There were many similar, yet much better options. For instance, how about Von Brandt? Van Buren? The sound of his surname was far from Nick's biggest problem with it, though. It was his father's surname. Nick had no idea why his mother kept it after Matthew Van Veenen was sent to prison. Nick's mother never informed him of her maiden name, but he was sure it was better than Van Veenen.

Nick walked into the room where Finn and Adrien were and clapped them on the backs. "Hey hey, guys," he greeted. "Don't know if you noticed, but Cameron's not here yet." Nick noticed Danielle, and nodded towards her in acknowledgement. "Hey." Nick wasn't going to lie, he wasn't best friends with the robotics girl. But he tried to be nice.

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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."

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As Charlotte started pulling food out of the bag, Danielle stared curiously into the boxes. She didn't immediately recognise the food, but it smelled fantastic, and she soon claimed one of them as her own, poking a fork cautiously into it. She just rolled her eyes at the comment about getting some one-on-one time with Ace, not even dignifying it with more of a reaction than that. When Charlotte informed her where the alcohol was, she nodded and stood up immediately to grab herself a beer.

She raised an eyebrow as Adrien asked if Charlotte was being serious. "What gave it away?" She asked lightly, taking a sip out of her beer, before smirking at Adrien's comment about his sisters having friends. Honestly, she was sure that people wondered the exact same thing about her. And actually, about most of the rebels. But that was why they were all friends.

She looked up as Adrien glanced over at her. "No, throwing up all over somebody else's house really is the sexiest thing a guy can do," she replied, letting her voice drip with sarcasm. "Or, at least, that's what some guys genuinely seem to think. I don't want anyone within a six foot radius of me if they've thrown up in the past hour. I like these shoes too much to risk ruining them," she added, grinning.

Somebody else came in, and Danielle looked up, nodding to Nick. She didn't exactly know him, but she was at least going to be civil to him. She shoved another forkful of food into her mouth, then grabbed her beer and stood up. "I better go out and make sure your sister isn't spreading too many lies," she remarked, heading out towards the two Charlottes.

In reality, Danielle just wanted to face the inevitable. Charlie was a source of conflict for Danielle, and just sitting in the kitchen, trying not to think about her, wasn't helping. She wasn't coming up with any ways to avoid it, so it was better to just face it. It was hard enough crushing on one of your best friends, but when Danielle was still in the closet, it just made it harder. She brushed herself down, tugged on the end of her skirt, and headed out to the front door.

"Hey, Charlie," she called.

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Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine
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Friday, December 9, 2016 | 8:30 PM


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

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



At some point, Luke had lost Camila, Cydnee and Juliette - not that it was too much of a surprise. Royals just didn't show up to parties with Wannabes, which was fine. He wasn't salty, not at all. Plus, Aaliyah hadn't even been with them when they arrived, remarking that her niece had not been really asleep when Aaliyah had set her in her room. And considering the fact that Aaliyah never really ever, as far as Luke was concerned, didn't leave the house without checking in on the toddler, it made sense that she didn't want to leave when the girl obviously knew that she was still in the house. So, she was just going to get Malcolm to bring her after she made sure that the young girl had something on her stomach that wasn't a snack and was comfortable in her room. It didn't even occur to Lucas to even question it at the time because the tequila sunrise, combined with a shot or three - who's really counting - of the vodka Malcolm had brought, made him giddy for the night ahead of them. So, so what if the Royals promptly ditched him considering the fact that their queen wasn't present to force them to humor him? He didn't need them.

He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.

Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.

To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me

To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:


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_____ T H EXP E R F O R M E R _____

Outfit: Link Here
Location: Glowzone LA
Dialogue Color ✦ #F277A8
Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5



"Ok, but where do you wanna go next?" Genneya asked after stealing a handful from the fry basket on their table. By the time eight o'clock had come, she was starving, but had been in the middle of girls vs. boys skyscraper rope course race that she just had to give her all to because she would be darned if Louis thought for a second that the boys were going to win. Granted, she did love her some Chris, but he ultimately was grouped in with the rest of them and was the enemy at the time. Sadly enough, it was a tie that Genneya swore they were going to broke, but she was a part of their group that had wanted to go back to their tables and get their grub on. Her mom had rented the whole place out for the evening, leaving the lower school division to do as they pleased. So, Gigi hadn't even hesitated or felt the least bit ashamed when she grabbed three slices of the meat lover's pizza, a basket of lightly salted french fries that she totally was going to share with whomever she was sitting with - which happened to be Chris and a few other classmates - and a strawberry crush that had just been refilled.

She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.

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F I N N . M A X W E L L
Location: The Bronson Residence | 2nd Floor Bathroom
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #3f8b2c
Finn would later be more ashamed than not to admit it, but Alan Tristan and Max Carver, the two Jocks who had taken control of the bar and had secretly spiked two drinks, were good friends of his. Alan was a senior and Max was a junior, so it was Max who was closer in age to Finn and had been more welcoming to him once he first became a Jock, but still, Alan was a pretty cool guy. He was an absolute beast when it came to baseball, and in all seriousness, Finn would pin him as one of the last guys to be capable of wanting to drug and then sexually assault a girl. He could be an ass sometimes, but really and truly, every Jock seemed to be capable of that. Besides, Alan and Max both did well enough on their own when it came to getting girls. Neither of them had a reason to be sexually frustrated (not like that would excuse this anyway), so it wasn't like Finn should have assumed that either of them were up to anything when they greeted him at the food tables with big grins. By this point in the night, admittedly, Finn had consumed a lot of alcohol. He wasn't at the point where he was about to vomit, and seeing Danielle and Charlotte in passing reminded him of his conversation with Adrien earlier, which reminded him that he was not going to get to that embarrassing level of complete and utter wasted-ness, but still, for a guy, he was pretty drunk. The alcohol was holding some of his common sense hostage, and he hadn't heard the guys whispering to each other about him a few seconds before he got there.

"Here comes Finn," Max said.

"Fucked up, or semi-good? I like that kid, I've always said that," Alan chimed in, downing the rest of his beer before he picked up a slice of pizza. "But shit, that dude's giving us a bad name. Have you seen him talk to one girl tonight?"

"The only game he has is on the field," Max confirmed with a chuckle.

"You know what? Lindsey won't stop texting me. Maybe I'll do some charity work tonight. Let Finny boy over here get round number one with Juliette while I take advantage of Lindsey being drunk and emotional, and then I'll take her home for round two."

"Works for me," Max laughed, a smirk on his face as he bit into pizza to suppress the laughter he felt coming up.

Finn joined the group then, missing the entirety of that conversation, but being met with a friendly pat on the back by Alan, who had nearly devoured three quarters of his pizza slice by then. Finn went to join them, reaching for a slice in the box besides them, but was met with Alan side stepping him to cut him off. "You don't got time for food, bro. Your boy here hooked you up with a gift you'll never be able to repay me for. I've been texting Juliette Arnault all night, and shockingly she's really into you. Said blonde's are her type or some corny shit like that, and that she wants you to come find her," he said, his face stone-cold serious, giving Finn no reason not to believe him (and his level of intoxication was the only reason why he didn't laugh at the prospect of Juliette liking him to begin with). Alan slid something into his hand, and as Finn opened it, he saw a condom. "Asked me to give you one of these. I know you probably wear an extra small size, but fortunately for me, that's not a size I keep on hand regularly. Don't let that one slip off, and we'll all be good," Alan said with a smirk, receiving chuckle of encouragement from Max. Although Finn was smiling by then, albeit somewhat in confusion, he still wasn't sure if this was for real or not. However, when Alan gave him a shove towards the door, saying, "What the fuck are you waiting for? Go find her. Be a man and take charge. Don't let her give you no for an answer. Apparently that's what she's into," Finn nodded quickly and headed inside. Pizza could wait.

He spent a good ten to fifteen minutes looking around the first floor of Ace's house for Juliette. He kept the thought of Adrien out of his mind, because though he was drunk, he wasn't stupid enough to not know that doing anything with your best friend's sister was appropriate, without explicit permission. Even then, it still probably wasn't okay. He had a chance to sleep with one of the most popular girls in school, though. She was a senior and he was a sophomore, and apparently, she was into him?! How could Finn pass that up?! In the moment, his friendship with Adrien definitely seemed less valuable than that. By the time that he had sufficiently searched the first floor, he was beginning to doubt that she was even inside, though, and was ready to text Alan for her number so he could coordinate this himself, but decided to use the bathroom first. He needed to freshen up and hoped that Ace had mouthwash somewhere. The bathrooms downstairs were all occupied, which was the only reason that Ace found himself heading upstairs, unknowingly into the same bathroom that Juliette was in.

Though surprised, he did his best to seem confident and comfortable, deciding that he would take Alan's word for the insistence that Juliette was into the idea of a guy who took charge and was dominant in personality and actions. "Well, this is convenient," he said, doing his best not to be awkward. "I've been looking for you. Should've guessed that upstairs was the best place to look. More private and all," he said.

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JULIETTE ϟ ARNAULT

Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Ace Bronson's Home
Dialogue Color: #7957C2

A few minutes after Ari left Juliette in the bathroom, she not only began to feel the effects of the alcohol in the last drink that she had quickly consumed, but also the drugs that were hidden inside. Though it wasn't unusual for the feeling of intoxication to creep up on Juliette in what she would claim was out of the blue, this was different, and she recognized that it was different as soon as she tried to hop off of the sink counter and found that her knees suddenly couldn't support her body weight. She was present enough that her hands hit the floor before she could land face-first, but it was still startling to her how quickly she went from feeling drunk, to feeling... beyond. In truth, it wasn't uncommon for Juliette to wake up the morning after drinking a lot and truly have to guess how her knees ended up bruised or the palms of her hands torn up from taking a tumble, but that was only when she drank a lot, and that "a lot" usually included multiple shots of straight liquor. She hadn't done that tonight even remotely, so this was unsettling because while it didn't necessarily feel completely unfamiliar, it felt exaggerated to such an extent that it felt foreign. Whatever this feeling was... it was scary, so much so that Juliette didn't even try to get back on her feet once she was on the floor. She pulled herself back into a sitting position instead, mentally present enough to know that she needed to be dramatic about this fall because: A. she didn't feel okay and B. she was a drama queen, and anything, be it minor or major, deserved a bit of a pity party.

She was in the middle of trying to find her text chat with Ari, but now her fingers felt heavier than ever and instead of opening up the Messages app on her iPhone, she opened and closed the Maps app at least ten times, before the bathroom door opened. She was sitting far enough inside on the floor that the door didn't hit her, but still close enough that she had to tilt her head backwards to look at who it was. Maybe it was the way that looking up, towards the bathroom lights made her eyes feel even heavier and her vision a bit more blurred, or maybe it was that her mental awareness was really fading quickly, but for some reason, all Juliette needed to see was the blonde hair of the boy for her to believe it was Ace. She was still Juliette enough to know, initially, at least, that she needed to text her friend for help, but even drunk just on alcohol, Juliette never would have had enough of a distorted take on reality to mistake a near stranger for a guy that she was in some sort of relationship with. "I've been looking for you too," she lied, a grin on her face as she attempted to sound flirty, though her words were more slurred sounding than anything else. She attempted to shift herself once more to get onto her feet, but realized that it wasn't going to work fairly quickly, and instead, extended her hands behind herself to lean back against them. "Stop wasting my time," she mumbled soon after, her wide smile still present as she looked up at the boy. "Get down here and kiss me, but I'm tired, so you're going to have to do all the work tonight." She was distracted now, and a bit more lost as the drugs began to kick in more, so Ari was no longer on her mind, and in the world that Juliette's mind was in right now, that was okay even if she was present enough to think that something was off, because she was sure that Finn was Ace, and she always felt safe with Ace.

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F I N N . M A X W E L L
Location: The Bronson Residence | 2nd Floor Bathroom
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #3f8b2c
Finn was pretty drunk, so he was already feeling good and light because of that, but even if he was sober, he would have been on cloud nine if a senior Royal, nonetheless one as incredibly beautiful as Juliette Arnault, was insisting he kiss her like she was right now. He wasn't incredibly unattractive or so awkward that he never got girls. He had had a girlfriend at one point, and because of that, he wasn't a virgin, but still... as a junior, getting a senior to want you was a big deal, especially when she was one of the most popular Royals in school. Part of him hoped that Alan would tell the other guys about how Juliette was texting him about wanting Finn so badly as soon as possible, just so that word got around and he gained a bit more respect in the Jocks clique.

Finn could tell that Juliette was drunk, there was no denying that, but he was drunk too and because of that, his normal inhibitions weren't present, allowing him to believe that she wasn't too drunk. It all worked out perfectly in a tragic sort of way that she mistook him for Ace all while Finn had been ensured that Juliette wanted his company by his friends, and that they were both more intoxicated than they needed to be. He was ready to take her up on her offer when he noticed a small amount of blood trickling out of a cut on her hand. It wasn't too serious looking, but it looked fresh, and out of instinct, he felt the need to tell her. "Oh, your--" he stopped speaking before finishing his sentence where he would have told her that her hand was bleeding from the fall that he didn't know had occurred a minute before. He figured that she knew and just didn't care, or at least that was what he told himself. Not even a little bit of blood was going to get in his way right now. He would be damned if he distracted a girl as beautiful as this, when she was literally telling him to get on the floor with her and start kissing her.

In Finn's defense, while recognizing that Juliette was intoxicated, there was not a single signal that went off in his mind to tell him that this was wrong. He was too drunk to notice the signs of her being drugged or even wasted, and his friend's story was matching up perfectly with how she was behaving, so intoxicated himself, he had no reason to think otherwise. That was why he didn't even take a minute to say "nevermind" after ending his sentence halfway through, or even engage in conversation anymore before getting on the bathroom floor himself. What started out as just making out quickly led to him gently pushing her onto her back so he could continue to kiss her while laying on top of her - following Alan's informative remark about how she liked guys who took charge, and Juliette's own comments about he would have to do the work. It couldn't have been more than two or three minutes of them making out before Finn was peeling her clothes away from her body and then digging into his pockets for that condom Alan had given him, completely oblivious to the fact that it wasn't normal how she had grown more and more limp feeling. He still got moans out of her when his lips pressed against her neck or when he slid his hand down her then-bare thigh, so it didn't seem to abnormal in the moment, as his hard was pounding and sex was the only thing on his mind, that she wasn't talking or speaking fully.

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Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell
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C Y D N E E . B L A C K

Dialogue Color: #666666
Location: The Bronson Residence
Cydnee's Outfit
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C A T . V A L E N T I N E

Dialogue Color: #a84468
Location: The Bronson Residence
Cat's Outfit
There were a lot of crazy things that came out of Cat's mouth, so Cydnee's first instinct was to not think anything of the girl's petulant demand that she wanted her drink the way that everyone else got it; with powder added. Her first thought wasn't to assume that Cat was referring to drugs, but she still knew better than to just roll her eyes and demand that the girl drink what was given to her. She eyed her with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, saying, "What do you mean, 'add powder to it'?"

"You don't know how to make drinks as well as you acted," was how Cat opted to respond, as if Cydnee having to ask what she meant spoke volumes on the girl's lack of mixology experience. She wasn't angry or upset, but rather a bit smitten that she seemed to know more than her friend.

"You just don't know the difference between Kool Aid and an alcoholic drink," Cydnee scoffed in return. It literally would not have surprised Cydnee in the slightest if someone had randomly decided to use Kool Aid or a similar form of powdered drink as a mixer for their drink, and Cat assumed that it was some magic potion that every drink needed to be deemed alcoholic.

"Juliette and either Ari or Camila got powder in their drinks and they weren't drinking Kool Aid," Cat answered defensively. She definitely knew the difference between Kool Aid and alcoholic drinks. If the drinks she had seen being made with a powdery substance were Kool Aid, Cat most definitely would have recognized the powder as having bright colors, not to mention the fact that she would have gotten a chuckle out of mimicking the way that the Kool Aid man on the package spoke in commercials when he broke down the walls of houses. "Aaliyah didn't get it, though. Hers got a lime instead but I don't like limes."[/color]

The mention of the Royals was the only reason why Cydnee started to take Cat seriously. Her cousin's name being brought up automatically made Cydnee feel more defensive than normal. Obviously, Aaliyah was very popular and could hold her own. That didn't mean that everyone liked her though, and especially being in a different clique, nonetheless social level than Aaliyah, meant that Cydnee often encountered people who had bad things to say about Aaliyah. Normally, they didn't realize that Cydnee was close to her until Cydnee corrected them (and she always did), but even knowing that Aaliyah wouldn't give a damn about what lower level listers had to say about her, Cydnee still felt a need to defend her. More-so, though, Cydnee knew that girls like Juliette, Ari and Camila weren't the type who would want a Kool Aid mixed drink. They were too classy and uptight for anything that didn't look like it came straight out of the bar of an upscale New York hotel rooftop bar. On top of that, for some reason, it was when she thought of pretty girls like those Royals that it clicked in her mind that some ugly, asshole of a guy might want to take advantage of their looks and popularity with a date rape drug. "Someone put powder in their drinks?" she asked, more serious now as she spoke quieter and grasped Cat's arm to make sure that there was very little space between them.

"Yes! Well, they crushed up something and made it powder and then put it in," Cat explained, frowning slightly at the tight grip of Cydnee's hand on her arm, but not pulling away.

"And who might that someone be?" This would be the telltale fact that would tell Cydnee whether she had to worry or not.

"Alan and... I forget the other boy," Cat answered after a moment of thought. She tried to mimic Cydnee's seriousness but soon found herself getting wrapped up in her own thoughts that were more enjoyable. "I was fixing all of the bottles back there. Did you know there's a bumble bee on one of the kinds of bottles? Like... what flavor could a bumble bee taste like?!"

She didn't have time to humor Cat's airhead remarks right now and the way that she squeezed Cat's arm, somewhat out of frustration, but also as a signal for her to focus, reflected that. "Why was he making drinks for them?"

"To be nice, I guess?"

"Did they ask him to make drinks for them?" Cydnee said, knowing she had to be more specific if she wanted to get the answer she was looking for.

"No, Ace did."

"And did Ace watch them make these drinks in the way that you're describing?" Cydnee didn't know Ace, but she knew that Aaliyah and him went way back, and that in itself was the only reason why she followed up with this question. It would have been easy to assume that Ace was behind this, because he fit the mold of a spoiled pretty boy who looked like he thought he deserved every girl on the planet to bow down to him. Cydnee could have assumed that he had drugged the girls, but she decided to delve deeper.

"No."

"Okay. Go find Charlotte, I'll meet up with you in a minute," she said. That was all she needed to know, but as she spun away, she quickly turned back and grabbed Cat once more, pulling her in closely once she was facing her. "And don't you mention this to a single person, okay? The powder, the boys making drinks for those girls? They did something bad and I don't need you telling anyone about it, you hear me?"

Cat nodded, only because she still didn't think anything of the powder incident, even though Cydnee called what had happened "bad". She assumed that they had made the drinks poorly, as if it was Cydnee's way of saying that her skills were superior to theirs and that Cat was better off without the powdered version of the drink, and knowing that was enough to get her to sip the drink as she wandered away from Cydnee. It was definitely sweet, but she still grimaced at the taste of the alcohol that the small sip left in her mouth.

With Cat gone, Cydnee didn't know what she was going to do next. She had to do something, but she didn't know what. She did text Aaliyah as she moved towards Ace's home, saying "wya", but she didn't seek out her cousin first. According to Cat's recollection, Aaliyah hadn't been given a drugged drink. Cydnee had no reason to worry about her, and was only texting her so that she could inform her of what had happened to her friends, if she didn't already know. She didn't see Malcolm and Charlotte tending to the referenced girl on her way inside, but she did see Camila and Arizona in passing as she entered the house and they exited. Neither of them looked drugged, though Cydnee didn't observe them for long enough to truly tell if they were intoxicated. She had witnessed a girl who had been roofied last summer when she was back in Denver, and it definitely didn't look anything like the state the Ari and Camila were in. The fact that they weren't with Juliette made Cydnee feel like she needed to be more concerned for that one... even if she definitely had a love-hate relationship with Juliette (with the love part only secretly existing on Cydnee's end of things).

Through a few small conversations, Cydnee found out that someone had seen Juliette go upstairs a while ago with Ari. Obviously Ari had come down since, so Cydnee assumed Juliette had too, and had just separated from Ari since then, but she decided to investigate anyway. Part of her felt weird for suddenly wanting to play Sherlock Holmes and caring about a girl who was only ever rude to her, but yes, there was definitely a part of Cydnee that wanted to come out of this looking like the hero. That was why she didn't follow up with Aaliyah more urgently, and instead, found herself pushing open a bathroom door after she heard movement inside. The scene that she found inside involved Finn Maxwell standing up, putting on a condom, with Juliette nearly-naked laying on the floor in a state that Cydnee could tell at a mere first glance was not a normal or consenting one. There were a lot of people in LA who were immoral, but this was the first time that Cydnee had ever witnessed anything firsthand that made her feel like she was about to be sick to her stomach. Had she not walked in at that very moment, what was this boy about to do to this girl who Cydnee normally liked to hate, but right now, wanted to just wrap up in a blanket and carry home? "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

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Outfit: Outfit, sans jean jacket
Location: Ace Bronson's Home
Dialogue Color: #7957C2

By now, Juliette wasn't unconscious, but within the past five minutes it seemed like her arms and legs had changed to feel like they weighed one hundred pounds each. The space between herself and reality had grown intensely, and though her body felt weird and foreign and broken, her brain was still functioning. She could hear what was going on around her, and when she garnered the strength to open her eyes, she could make out the boy on top of her, but she could no longer muster up the ability to speak. It was scary how quickly she had went from feeling the drugs effects slightly, to being downright immobilized by them.

Obviously, the situation that Cydnee was walking in on looked bad. It was bad. It was one of those scenes that you would find in some public service announcement videos for college kids, warning them to not leave their drinks alone at a frat party if they didn't want to end up in Juliette's position. Even if the effects of the drugs she had consumed did more to debilitate her movement and awareness, rather than truly harm her physically, she had to have looked disheveled to say the least. Lying half-naked on someone's bathroom floor wasn't a good look for anyone, especially when you couldn't even bring yourself to move to attempt to cover up when the door was swung open by an un-involved party. If Juliette had watched this scene play out, move by move, and it wasn't her on the bathroom floor, could she really crucify Finn, though? He was obviously in a very bad position, and he definitely made mistakes along the way, but he was wasted in his own right. Juliette had given him consent at the beginning of their interact, and hadn't seemed this gone to a point where Finn had any true reason to believe that she was mistaking him for Ace. Obviously he should have noticed midway through their encounter that something was wrong with her, but they were both lucky that Cydnee barged in before Finn could actually do something that would really cause trouble.

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C Y D N E E . B L A C K

Dialogue Color: #666666
Location: The Bronson Residence
Cydnee's Outfit
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F I N N . M A X W E L L
Location: The Bronson Residence | 2nd Floor Bathroom
Outfit: This
Hex Color: #3f8b2c
"The fuck?" The bathroom was small enough that the door swinging open behind him nearly hit him, and he had half the mind to kick back at it to shut it in the face of whoever was trying to interrupt what was going on there. Luckily he didn't, because it wasn't some stumbling drunk moron looking for a free bathroom to use, but Cydnee Black, and with her presence came a bout of soberness as accusations of rape flew into the air. "It's not-- It's not what it looks like! I swear!" Finn insisted, quickly zipping his pants back up. Only then did he look down at Juliette and realize that something wasn't right. Not only was this situation compromising in the first place, since no one wanted to be walked in on mid-hookup, but looking at Juliette in itself made Finn realize that something was wrong.

"Really? What is going on then, if you weren't getting ready to put that dick inside of this girl who's basically passed out?" Cydnee snapped back. She and Juliette weren't friends by any means, but Cydnee was sure that even if she didn't have a secret crush on her cousin's best friend, that she would still defend her in a situation like this. Especially when it was a good-for-nothing jock involved. Out of all of the cliques, it was the least surprising to find a jock doing something like this, and Cydnee now had little doubt in her mind that Finn was the friend of Alan's who Cat couldn't remember the name of.

"She wasn't like that a second ago!" Finn insisted, taking a step towards the girl on the floor before backing up. He was going to kneel down beside her, maybe shake some sense and awareness into her, but he was now aware enough to know that laying a finger on her probably wouldn't be the best look. "Juliette! Tell her!" he had to insist, though, hoping that maybe she would miraculously recollect what had truly happened when he first found her in this bathroom.

No, no, no. Cydnee was not about to let this boy get anywhere near Juliette, and though he seemed to realize that as he backed up, she felt the need to place herself in between them and take a few steps forward on top of that, to back him up even further. "Look, boy," she said, quickly growing intensely serious as a finger prodded him in the chest. She didn't care that she was inches shorter than him. She would swing on him in an instant if she had to. "I'm going to give you a five minute head start before I let her brother know about this. Maybe I'll give him your name. Maybe I'll say I didn't recognize the person who just nearly raped his sister. Depends on how I'm feeling in a few minutes. Regardless, while I get her clothes back on, I suggest you sprint out of this house and maybe down a few blocks, call an Uber, and take your ass home before you really get your ass kicked. I'm not saying this is done, but I might be nice and let it be done for the night."

"I wasn't going to rape her! I would never!"

"Again, that's not what it looked like to me and the clock is ticking. Just go." It was bullshit that he wasn't going to have sex with her. He was putting on a damn condom the second she walked in the story! Cydnee wasn't in the mood to argue, now that her heart was racing with a mixture of shock, fear and anger, and not with Juliette still lying barely-awake on the floor in front of them. She had bigger things to handle right now.

Finn was in full panic mode. He wanted to stay and defend himself, tell Cydnee what really happened, that for all he knew, Juliette had gotten to this nearly-passed out stage in the second that Cydnee had burst into the door. She had asked him to come on to her. Hell, she had even been asking his friends to get him to come on to her (from what he had been told)! He wasn't raping her! He wasn't that kind of person! That accusation was one that was strong enough to make Finn feel more sober than he had in the past hour. Rape was not a joke. Taking advantage of a girl who was unable to consent was not a joke. But Juliette had consented. As far as Finn was concerned, the last few minutes had been amazing for both of them, and it was only now that he was truly realizing that something had changed in her. She hadn't just become more quiet and submissive because she wanted him to take control, like the guys had suggested. She had no choice in that matter, now. She really seemed like she was about to pass out. It scared him for her sake, but there was definitely fear there for his own sake as well, at the mention of Adrien finding out. Finn knew that Adrien would beat the living shit out of him. Ace would do the same. He would be screwed if either of them found out, even if they didn't beat him up. He prayed that Cydnee would have pity on him and hide his identity, but he didn't know her enough to trust that she would. He felt like his hands were tied behind his back at this point; there was nothing to do but leave and do exactly as she said... not only leave Ace's house, but the surrounding area in case Adrien or Ace did come out looking for him, and then call an Uber home when he was already a few blocks away. And that was exactly what he did, as he hurried out of the Bronson household.

With the blonde boy gone, Cydnee locked the bathroom door behind him and knelt down on the tiled floor besides Juliette. Though she felt the need to be compassionate in a situation like this, she couldn't keep all of her bitter sass suppressed as she grabbed the girl's clothes off of the floor and said, "How the hell did you get yourself into this situation?" She doubted the brunette would be able to give her a good answer, and she knew that it wasn't the victim's fault in a situation like this, but still, it had to be said. She spent a good few minutes trying to get Juliette's bodysuit back on her, but her arms were too heavy and the girl felt like dead weight as each of her fingers got stuck in the holes in the material. In the midst of it, Cydnee sent out a text to Charlotte reading, "Come to the upstairs bathroom by the stairs now. Your sister is passed out", then deciding that she had given Finn enough time to escape before this situation came to light. She had given up on the body suit by then, but had redressed Juliette's lower half and opted to shed her own cardigan to slide over Juliette's top half. "I texted your sister to come up here. I think someone slipped something into your drink," she explained.

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos
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B E H A T I . P R I N S L O O

"Life is short and unpredictable,
don't waste another minute on the people,
places, and the things that don't
make you happy."
~ Anonymous
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Bea Prinsloo stumbled into the party. She was looking bomb asf. She had red lipstick and a skirt that was so flowy and long. She scanned her eyes through the throng of drunk kids until her eyes met with Samuel Kim. She confidently strode in his direction, sashaying her hips from left to right. She grabbed his face in hers and planted a smooch on his lips. She pulled away, smiling, "Happy fourth anniversary, bitch."