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Sean O'Callaghan

"When you lose your temper, you lose yourself."

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a character in “Laurel Academy {Remake}”, as played by unicorns.are.real

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{ "The fire that warms us can also consume us. It is not the fault of the fire." }


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N A M E
SEAN O'CALLAGHAN

A G EX&XG R A D E
EIGHTEEN & SENIOR

Y E A R S
SEVEN (FIFTH GRADE)

S E X U A LXO R I E N T A T I O N
HETEROSEXUAL

G R O U P
POWER

P O W E R
HEAT MANIPULATION







ImageS T R E N G T H S
SELF AWARE || One of Sean's biggest strength is that he is aware of his flaws, he knows that they are there and he's working on them. Or he's trying to.
COOKING || Sean's always been a bit of a natural in the kitchen whipping up dishes for his family.
HANDS-ON || Sean's good with his hands, fixing things up, or just performing manual labour.
THE COLD || Sean's power keeps him warm even in the depths of winter so he's always seen wandering around in singlets.

W E A K N E S S E S
TEMPER || Easily Sean's biggest weakness is his temper, which he has serious trouble controlling.
POWER || When calm he has perfect control, but his powers tend to fluctuate with his moods, so the temperature always seems to rise a little when Sean's around.
ANTSY || Sean can't sit still for long, his leg always starts tapping, and he starts fiddling, and next thing the people around him start sweating from his uncontrolled powers.

F E A R S
Hurting someone | Losing control | His own temper | His temper driving everyone away






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P E R S O N A L I T Y
{ TEMPER || LONER || ACTIVE || PRACTICAL }

Sean is the unfortunate inheritor of his grandfather’s bad temper. He gets frustrated all the time, from the smallest annoyance or set back, and he is impatient and hates waiting for anything. It gets him antsy. Sean doesn’t like being copped up or kept idle, it stirs him up and he can feel the anger building. And in the past he’s never reacted well. At best he’s put his fist through a wall and at worst he’s hit people. He always hates himself later, but by that point the damage has been done. Of course, his grandfather’s temper is worsened three times on him due to his powers. Not only do they make him more of a hot head, but when he gets angry, his powers fluctuate dangerously out of control.

Of course, Sean understands his faults very, very well. And he’s working on them. He avoids all situations where he’s likely to get angry, or get in a fight. Not only does he hate feeling out of control but he really doesn’t want to hurt anyone again. Which means he spends most of his time alone, cultivating his loner persona. He knows he can’t control himself when he gets angry, but he can control his surroundings and so he does. He’s given up all sport and competitive endeavours, instead he’s found a passion for reading and cooking, passive, safe past times. Sean avoids most people when he can, but when it comes to volatile people, he practically runs in the other direction. Instead, the few times he does socialise, he seeks out calming people he feels safe around.

What Sean lacks in classroom abilities, where he’s forced indoors and to sit still, he makes up for in practical skills. He likes using his hands, he finds it focuses him. He’s always been a natural cook, and with his abilities he can whip up four course meals without even touching a stove.






ImageL I K E S
Reading | Cooking | His family | Bacon and eggs | Calm people | The outdoors | Hiking | Camping | Laurel Academy | Burgers | Swimming | Hot days | Bonfires | Building things | Cloud watching | Honesty | Long walks

D I S L I K E S
His power | Aggressive people | People invading his personal space | Sitting still | Salad | Book work | History | Indoors | Drama starters | Losing | Cheaters | Dishonesty | His temper | His Grandfather | Self-entitled people | Being made to wait | Anything he feels is unfair | Nosy people






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Sean spent his first nine years in Ireland before his mum got a job in New York City and uprooted him and his sister to the big city. Back in Ireland, Sean met his maternal grandfather only once, and all Sean remembers is that he was a crotchety fellow who bellowed from his recliner. Growing up, he would learn then his grandmother had died years before, and not a single one of his mother’s eight sibling kept in though with his grandfather. That was the first taste Sean had of what would happen if he allowed his temper to rule his life. He’d end up alone.

Sean got his powers young and they made his temper blow out to terrible proportions where he was constantly getting suspended for fighting. Then a particularly nasty fight with his younger sister turned dangerous. He didn't mean to, but without his control, his powers practically boiled her alive. She made a full recovery, but she still has a couple small burn scars here and there.

And so he drifted away from all his fun, ruckus causing friends, dropped out of all the sports teams he was in and became a virtual loner. He also doesn’t return home for holidays anymore. His parents don’t hold him responsible and keep asking him to come home, but Sean blames himself and doesn’t feel safe enough to leave the academy for a whole summer.






Played By: Unicorns.are.real
Dialogue Color: B54F23
Face Claim: Xavier Samuel

So begins...

Sean O'Callaghan's Story

Characters Present

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Emerson Hill Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan

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SEAN O'CALLAGHAN
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Sean sighed and looked out at everything in front of him. Fire, alcohol, crowds of people. Those three things had never been a good mix for him, and he was certain they weren’t going to be a good mix tonight. Yet here he was, ‘participating in school spirit’.

Sean was currently hunkered down on a log, the only occupant of the small fire burning away in front of him. Just the way he preferred it. Despite what the scowl on his face depicted, Sean was actually in a pretty upbeat mood. He’d just started a new book, and had found a whole block of time to spend helping out in Genevieve’s garden. That may not like sound much, but when you’re looking to avoid trouble, well, there’s not a lot of options for a good time.

I mean, he’s already got the teacher’s on his ass for attendance. Well, lack of attendance.

Speaking of trouble, Lucy, the blonde one that seemed to just appear at Brooklyn’s side one day, arrived at the fire next to Sean. A crowded fire where the girls had been laughing and the boys had been roughhousing with one of them only moments away from having the hem of his jeans catch fire. Then she ordered them gone.


Sean made a face to himself and downed the rest of his non-alcoholic punch, yeah, he arrived earlier enough to snag an unoccupied fire and before the punch got spiked. Luckily for the petite blonde, she hadn’t tried to order him off his fire. He doesn’t care much for being on the right side of popularity, and well, he doesn’t appreciate being told what to do.

Then without even thinking, Sean’s eyes drifted back to the masses and landed almost instantly on the blonde head bobbing through the crowd. Of course Emerson was the first face he spotted, back when they’d dated he could never find her, and now, well, she seemed to be everywhere.

He smiled despite himself, of course Em was running late, he felt an urge to go over and ask what she’d been working on that had kept her busy. He could already hear the conversation in his head, her face would light up as she talked about gadgets and gears. He’d have no idea what she was saying, but she wouldn’t hold it against him. It would be easy.

He didn’t go over to her though. For better or worse he’d broken up with her and he needed to live by that decision.
Forcing his eyes back to the fire, Sean settled in for a long night.

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Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan

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Pepper Collins - bonfire - outfit
Pepper sat in her car in the parking lot near the beach, where she could already see the bonfire and the small crowd around it. She was genuinely excited for the bonfire, as she always was, but she had been having an off day and wasn't particularly excited to be spending time around other people. She already felt like shit, and being social was not something that helped her feel better. She had had a conversation with her mother earlier that day. Of course, mom was asking about her weight and when she had last eaten. The questions made sense, but they felt forced. Her mom had always been a bit wary about talking about Pepper's disorder. It was like she was afraid that talking about it made the whole thing worse.
Following a drawn-out sigh, Pepper hopped out of her car and headed toward the fire. She spotted Brooklyn, but she was surrounded by people that didn't like Pepper very much. She didn't really know who to talk to, and stood there feeling awkward for a moment.
Noticing Sean sitting alone on a log, she thought what the hell... and headed over to say hi. Sean was a newer friend of hers, and she had been testing the friendship, seeing how close they were. She walked up tentatively behind him and said "Hi Sean. Do you mind if I sit next to you? I'm a bit lonely here.." she smiled quickly.

Characters Present

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Characters Present

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

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

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

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


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

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

"What are you-"

"You should be careful, mother,"

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Pepper Collins Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Air Hirota Character Portrait: Cayden Lawrence Character Portrait: Drake Darby Character Portrait: Katiana Brokenborough

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SEAN O'CALLAGHAN
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Sean was silently simmering about exactly how much time he’d have to spend in front of this fire to officially say he’d shown ‘school spirit’ when a little voice cut through his impatient thoughts. "Hi Sean.”

Sean was a little shocked that anyone here really wanted to approach him, but he leaned back and looked up into the face of Pepper. He nodded slightly in understanding, they were new-ish friends. He was still warming up he supposed, trying to decide if she was a good friend to have or something. She seemed a genuinely caring and supportive person, even if she did associate with the walking trouble that was their self-appointed Queen, Brooklyn.

“Oh, Salt and Pepper.” He nodded to acknowledge her presence.

“Do you mind if I sit next to you?” She asked. “I'm a bit lonely here..."

Sean sniffed and rubbed at his nose as he looked around at the empty logs surrounding him. He had kind of liked lonely, but he wasn’t the type of bastard to leave a sweet girl like Pepper hanging. Despite what you might have heard about him. “Well, I mean, I do have a lot of friends due to turn up any moment, but I suppose there’s room for you.”
He smirked to himself and looked back out towards the throng of people, although it hardly seemed possible it looked as if the crowd had tripled in volume.

The time seemed to stretch out endlessly between Sean and his new log-mate. So he turned to Pepper and said the first thing that came to his mind, “I, uh, like your top thing.” He gestured vaguely to the white top she was wearing before he turned away and took a long, slow drink from his cup. Small talk wasn’t exactly his forte.

There was a group of boys all wearing caps not to far from him, and through the gaps of their bodies, Sean managed to spot Cayden. He had his hand half raised to wave over Cayden before he caught himself. It was hard not knowing what was up with the guy these days but it would be far worse if Sean had stuck around and hurt him. In fact just thinking about his old friend had the air around Sean raising by several degrees and he hoped Pepper accounted the heat to the fire in front of them.

He took a deep breath, and a long sip of his drink, forcing his body to uncoil and relax. “Who knew the academy even had this many students, huh?” He said in a much easier tone of voice, and leaned back on the log. “I reckon I’d be lucky to know a total of ten people in this entire place.”






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AIR HIROTA
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Air was running late. Well running late was probably the wrong expression for it. Air had been late, but she had also been blissfully unaware and uncaring. In fact, she’d been enjoying the empty courtyards and hallways, and had used them to practice her skate boarding. It was only when she skated round one of the dorms and saw the flames reaching upwards that she even remembered the bonfire. And so with a grin and wind swept hair she hurried towards the celebrations, completely under-dressed by any fashionable standards.

She tucked her skateboard up by a tree and ducked into the crowd letting the movement of it sweep her up. She didn’t see Kat anywhere and like usual, without the older, smarter, more mature girl to toddle along behind, Air was a little lost and very spacey.
She spotted Brooklyn, Daniel and Petra who had always been nice to her, but they were around Lucy, and honestly, Air didn’t have the mood or energy to be around Lucy. The two of them would never get along.

Eventually the crowd spat Air out in front of a drinks table, and with a shrug of serendipity Air poured herself up an alcoholic drink. Though when she heard Drake’s voice carry through the crowd, Air spun around. Of course, she’d failed to notice Cayden next to her, and as she moved off to find Drake, she also failed to notice that she’d knocked the drink in his hand.

It only took the girl a few bounds to find the dorky boy and with a grin she threw her arms around his neck. “Heya!”
She said as she released the poor boy, completely ignoring Thayer and Keevan, who he was with, after all she didn’t really know either of the two boys. “How huge is that fire?” Air laughed a little and stared up at the huge bonfire roaring away.


Characters Present

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

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

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

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

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


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





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

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

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

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

It's a pretty fun gossip rag, though.





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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Minami Nomura Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Emerson Hill Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan

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{ Seventeen | Rising Senior | Gifted |#49a9a6 }
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Minami was a self-proclaimed Queen of Procrastination; more times than not it was biting her in the ass. Like today. Instead of being at the bonfire, like most of her school mates, she was still stuck in the art studio. She had been practically living there since last week, only going to classes and back to her dorm room to get a few hours of sleep.

All because she had an exhibition next month and had to finish ten paintings within the next week so that the gallery could take photos to put on postcards, tickets and the posters advertising it. Minami had completely forgotten about the deadline, or rather she had spent more time switching between Instagram, Pinterest and Youtube, than paining.

So there she was; sitting on a cushion surrounded by empty mugs of coffee and a half-eaten sandwich, singing along the music coming from her phone and putting the finishing touches to the last painting. The chorus of Uptown Funk was interrupted by the sound of a new Instagram notification. Mina put down the brush and stretched, groaning in satisfaction when she heard her back pop.

Sitting in one position for far too long isn't fun, not at all.


She stood up and carefully stepped around the paint and mugs and took a few steps back to look at the finished painting. Mina couldn't help but smile, it turned out just as she imagined it. She went and picked the canvas up and placed it next to the other nine then stood back to look at all of them. The colors and the backgrounds blended perfectly, the people in them looked like they walked straight out of a dream.

Mina will have to thank Thayer again when she sees him, without his help she was sure she wouldn't have been able to finish them. Mina struggled to get the poses quite right so she turned to him and his amazing photography skills for help. Relived that she managed to finish them for tomorrow she did a small victory dance, which — if somebody was looking— looked like the hybrid between the macarena and the chicken dance, but there was nobody there to see her, so who cares.

I finally finished!! I'm freee!!!


Remembering that she had gotten a notification she went and picked up her phone. One of her fellow art students posted a picture from the bonfire, which reminded Mina that she better hurry up with putting away her stuff and go and get to the party before all the good drinks were gone. After she washed the brushes and threw out the trash, she picked up her half-eaten sandwich and ate it on the way to her room. Drinking on a empty stomach was never a good idea. Mina shuddered just remembering last summer when a couple of girls her age thought it was a good idea to forgo dinner. She had to throw away her favorite pair of sneakers.

The halls were empty with all the people already at the bonfire, so it was no surprise that Mina's roommate Sophie, wasn't in their room. She hurriedly took off the clothes she usually wore when she painted and threw them into the hamper, pulled out a dress from her dresser and put it on then went on the hunt for her white converse, which were for some reason hiding under her Sophie's bed. Going to the bathroom to put on some make-up she noticed that she had managed to get some pink paint on her right cheek. She could either try to take it down now and be more late or she could leave it for tomorrow, "I guess I'll leave it." She shrugged and reached for her eyeliner. After she carefully lined her eyes she rummaged for a lipstick in her make-up bag until she found one with a similar shade of pink and applied it to her lips. After looking at her reflection from all angles she decided to go all-out and took a make-up brush and applied a little bit of lipstick to her other cheek, then took darker pink eye-shadow and applied it over her cheeks. With the Camo dress and the paint she looked ready for war, or in her case drinking games.

The first thing she did when she got there was to go look for a drink. "Mina! You're finally here," Sophie almost tripped over her own feet in her hast to get to her. Mina laughed as she hugged her. "Hey, Soph!" "Come do shots with me." She didn't wait for her to answer, she took Mina's arm and pulled her toward one of the tables where shots of tequila's were being distributed along with slices of lime and salt. Mina was on her third shot when she heard cheers coming from a few tables over and turned to see Emerson. "I'm gonna go play some drinking games. Wanna join?" Mina told Sophie. "Nah. I'm gonna go look for Zack. Laters." Sophie blew her a kiss, then went to look for her boyfriend.

Mina made her way to Emerson but before she reached her, she saw a very familiar look cross her face, even before Mina followed her line of sight she knew who she would see, Sean. Knowing well how it feels seeing your ex, Mina knew the right thing to get him from Emerson's mind even if it was only for a little while.

"Hey, Em!" Mina smiled as she gave Emerson a hug, "You wanna show those guys how it's really played?"she motioned toward the the guys playing Flip cup, right out of Sean's line of sight.

Characters Present

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

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Lucy Wood
{Sixteen - Rising Junior - Outfit: Here - #E8BBE0}
Petra had joined them at some point in the night but Lucy had chosen to block she and Daniel out. Her ears only perked up when she heard Lance or Brooklyn's voice. She had heard Lance offer everyone drinks, but she hadn't replied because she'd already gotten a third vodka cranberry from a passing freshman who had freely looked her up and down until she'd cocked an eyebrow at him, holding out her empty cup.

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Thayer Gallup Character Portrait: Pepper Collins Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Air Hirota Character Portrait: Genevieve Rosen Character Portrait: Cayden Lawrence Character Portrait: Drake Darby

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SEAN O'CALLAGHAN
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"You get used to the people. Sort of" Sean sighed and looked out at the crowd, his eyes cutting towards all the familiar faces. That was the problem , he thought, but kept the notion to himself. It was a little bit of a downer though, and really cut a little bit too close to home He and Pepper weren’t that close yet.

"Do you already have a partner for the dance?" Sean looked at Pepper’s friendly face, blinked twice and then looked out at the gathering dancers. He hadn’t even realised they’d already called for the partner dance. I tradition invented for embarrassment and scandal if you asked him. Sean had only participated once, and that with Emerson when he was still in the wooing stage of their relationship. So the answer was easy, no he didn’t have a partner lined up. But neither did he care to.

“Yeah, look, I don’t.”
Sean awkwardly rubbed the back of neck trying to think of the best way to let her down, he knew she was only asking as a friend but that didn’t change the uncomfortableness of it all. “But no. You’re, um, nice, but I’m not dancing.” Apparently, that was the best way of doing it. Sean leaned back and finished off his cup of punch, and decided he needed something stronger. “I’m going to grab a drink. You’re welcome to accompany me to the drink table?”

With that he got to his feet and braved his way through the dancing masses to find the drink table, immediately pouring himself the strongest thing he could find. Next to him he noticed Cayden scrubbing at a stain on his pants. Sighing and despite his brain telling him to ignore it, Sean grabbed a napkin and held it out to the boy with an awkward smile. “Good to see someone’s night is going worse than mine.” He would always hate seeing Cayden getting the shit end of life and he could feel his jaw ticking in irritation at whoever caused the problem.






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AIR HIROTA
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Air grinned as Drake hugged her back and then went on a rant about the bonfire and the… wood? She just nodded along, and acted as if the whole thing hadn’t just flown straight in one ear and out the other. “Nerd much?”

She laughed and nodded enthusiastically, “The biggest?”
She said with a grin, not meaning her words meanly, since she considered Drake the smartest person she knew. She gave a confused look up towards the flames, trying to make sense of Drake’s rant and learn something new. “I think I get it? Dark wood makes dark fire?”

Then she was distracted by Jenny who raced off to the dance floor with a gorgeous trail of flowers blooming behind her, Thayer not long going after her. “Are those two dating?” Air asked as she bent down to pluck one of the daisies Genevieve has left behind and begun spinning it in her hands. “She’s so amazing, isn’t she? And he takes all those amazing pictures? Wouldn’t they be the cutest couple?” Air and Jenny had always been on friendly terms, but she hardly knew Thayer, only by reputation.

Then she looked out to everyone dancing and smiled at the Keevan and Drake. “How about a dance then?” Air wasn’t the type to hold back, or be daunted by the populars, after all they all treated her well. She grinned at Drake and bumped into his side playfully, “Hasn’t the king of Dance Dance Revolution got a reputation to keep?”


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Character Portrait: Lucy Wood Character Portrait: Sean O'Callaghan

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Lucy Wood
{sixteen, outfit: here, #E8BBE0}
Lucy had overheard the whole interaction of Pepper attempting to ask for a dance with Sean and it took all of her self control to not spit out the sip of her drink she'd just taken. Even though there was very little she knew about the loner, it was enough that she would have never chanced a dance request from him.

Her eyes darted down at her cup, notcing it was empty, and then around for the boy whom she'd enslaved into refilling her drink. Unfortunately he had run off to the dance floor, as had everyone else it seemed. Instead, she made her way over to the drinks table, eyeing Sean who was already there, filling up a cup.

As she reached for the Grey Goose bottle, Lucy raised an eyebrow at the rugged senior standing next to her. "You turned down the only girl who's probably ever wanted to dance with you, huh?" A slightly malicious smile twitched the corner of her lips as she eyed how much vodka had splashed into the plastic cup.

Characters Present

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

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


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

Time: Midnight
Weather: Scattered clouds, comfortable temperature