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Colin Dartonay

"Ah, sorry, but you're mistaken. Nothing new, though, right?"

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a character in “Laurel”, as played by rubytuesday

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{ β€œThe summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.” }
- Benjamin Alire SΓ‘enz,



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Name
Colin Alexander Maurice Dartonay

Nickname/s
Cauliflower | Often | By his step-sister | Secretly thinks is cute, but pretends to hate
Cole | Often | By close friends | Likes
Young Master | Often | By the house staff and hired help | Dislikes |
Nerd, Geek, and other various slang | Sometimes | By people with the attention of teasing or hurting | Dislikes but ignores

Age & Grade
Eighteen, senior

Number of Years at Laurel
Thirteen

Sexual Orientation
Bisexual | Biromantic

Group
Influential

Family Industry
Cosmetics




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Strengths
♦ Intelligent ♦ English, writing and reading ♦ Being polite ♦ Solving equations and logical problems ♦ Cooking ♦ Using sarcasm and snark ♦ Thinking clearly in stressful situations ♦ Leading ♦ Planning ahead ♦ Mature ♦

Weaknesses
♦ Physical fighting ♦ Chatting and gossiping ♦ Any of the arts, from singing to dancing ♦ Flirting ♦ Making new friends ♦ Building trust ♦ Sometimes too passive ♦
Fears
♦Becoming depressed; There have been moments, particularly right after his brother's death, that Colin felt increasingly melancholy to the point of shutting himself away for days on end. Although he never considered suicide, in those days there were brief moments of contemplation, and looking back on it, he's terrified of such a thing ever happening again. ♦Heights; Something about it has always horrified him, and looking out of the windows of tall buildings is enough to send him into a fit of nervousness. ♦Losing his mother; Although he has seen Marc as a father figure his entire life, it is still his mother that Colin remains close to, and losing her would most certainly send Colin stumbling over the edge into that space of depression and dread that he so fears.

Secrets
♦ All of his fears, particularly the ones involving his brother and depression, are all secrets that Colin keeps heavily guarded by iron skin and a sharp tongue ♦ He's a virgin, and never had a long term relationship ♦ He actually kind of likes his moron of a step-sister♦




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Personality
{ Pensive, Honest, Logical, Frank }
Colin isn't really that difficult of a person to get along with, so long as you make a good first impression on him. There are very few that he alters his views of after first meeting, and is quick to place personal opinions on both matters and people. This being said, Colin is not unyielding in all that he does, and if he is proven wrong, he will not stand stubbornly by his opinion for the sake of pride, unlike many others. Although he was raised in a wealthy family and lifestyle, Colin is neither vain nor conceited, and although he can sometimes come across as quite uppity, this is more his naturally cold and blunt nature, rather than him actually believing him above others. He is honest in his thoughts, often brutally so, but he is kind when it counts, although these acts of compassion amidst the somewhat gloomy persona can often come as a bit of a shock for all those involved. He is intelligent, and finds the most comfort in reading a good book. He is also quite matter-of-fact in what he does, and if he overhears someone stating something that is incorrect or untrue, he will be quick to point out such, even if he doesn't know the people having it all that well. Around strangers, he is typically polite and studious, but once he gets to know people better, his walls crumble somewhat, and he becomes open to battles and bouts of snark and sarcasm, such is his personal form of humor. His sarcasm can sometimes be harsh, but when this is the case, he typically directs it at those he believes deserving of such. His emotion is carefully concealed by his pensive and frank personality, and only around those he is extremely close to, one of the few being his mother, will he truly open up. And even with his mother, there are things he keeps to himself, such as his fear of developing depression. He is surprisingly witty when he wants to be, and although acts icy, once he has melted somewhat, he becomes an open book, and reveals a shockingly gentle and warm side to himself.






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| Solitude | Poetry | Intelligent conversation | Honesty | Humility | Reading | Winning | Fireworks | Cloudy weather | Italian food | Witty banter | Sarcasm | Petrichor | Classical music | Hot showers | Being right | His mother | Dogs | Trivia | Dry humour |
Dislikes
| Hypocrites | Idiocy | Being bored | Parties | Loud music | Opera | Cheats | Being lied to | Horror movies | Naive optimism | Politics | Bullies | Pretentiousness |




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Biography
Colin grew up in luxury, and has always known that such a fact makes him both a source of admiration and a source of envy for others. With such knowledge in his mind, aware that many of his so-called friends were more attracted to the money in his pocket and his mother's pretty plastic than his actual personality, he has over the years developed quite a reserved nature, with his trust being a difficult thing to obtain.
His father, Winston Cravitz, died when Colin was only a baby, in a botched robbery that left Colin with only his widowed mother, Christine Dartonay (Now known as Christine Dartonay-Winters) and her billion dollar fortune (not to mention the immense account left behind by his father) to keep them afloat. Suffice to say they handled the death fairly well, and although his mother suffered emotionally from the death, as well as the rumours that followed, accusing her of having organized the robbery herself as to obtain her husbands's fortune, she carried on, and even brought their expansive, world-famous cosmetic company, Dartonay Cosmetics to an all new level, spreading to the furthest reaches of the globe. But it was only six months after her husband's death when she met wealthy businessman Alec Winters, and, after three months of dating, married him. What many looked upon as a reckless and immature romance quickly showed cynics otherwise, as the pair remained together since.
On their honeymoon, Christine became pregnant, discovering this fact a few weeks later, when she noticed typical signs. The pair were overjoyed, and eight months later, Julian Dartonay-Winters was born, premature but alive and well. Colin and Julian grew up close, both partners in crime and rivals for attention. They were, in many ways, typical siblings, often exchanging harsh words and having arguments, but possessing, in reality, a strong love for one another, despite their different fathers.
However, as with many, fate had something else in mind for Julian. Something far more unfortunate. Julian began to suffer from depression at the age of twelve, and this fact was discovered about eight months later. Despite visiting counselors and taking medication, Julian's depression grew too much for him, and, at the youthful age of fifteen, he intentionally took an overdose, and died in hospital, three days later.
Naturally, this tragedy shook the family, and the media went into a frenzy, questioning Christine's ability as a parent, Colin's safety, and playing with the idea that Christine, and the Dartonay family, was 'cursed'. After a month or so, the rumours died down, and the media lost interest, but Colin, Alec, and Christine remained grieving. Three years later, they remained so, but managed to continue on with their lives, remembering Julian with sadness but knowing better than to allow the tragedy to shatter their futures. Together they remained strong.

And then Alec had a stroke, and suffered a mountainous guilt-trip that sent him trotting over the globe to find her. And then he did. And she showed up. Julian. No, Anna-Marie. The sight was more shocking than horrifying, and really, the similarities in her's and Julian's appearances made no sense, and yet, they could have been twins. Her personality, however, could not be more unlike Julian's. Which is probably a good thing, because, what's worse than a doppelganger of his dead brother is a living replica. After the initial shock wore off, Colin found himself liking the girl, with her tomboyish ways and blunt mannerisms. She's something bright in what has been, for the past three years, a truly shadowy environment, and Colin is relieved. He was beginning to ponder the sun's existence.





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So begins...

Colin Dartonay's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Holden Cunningham Character Portrait: Erin Hill Character Portrait: Rebecca Sayre Character Portrait: Christine Garner Character Portrait: Anna-Marie Beckett Character Portrait: Sterling Walker Character Portrait: Lane Blackwell Character Portrait: Nina Nikolayevna Romanov Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Mimi Arquette Character Portrait: Guadalupe Solorzano-Cifuentes Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Colin Dartonay Character Portrait: Kai Rainwalker Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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{ Monday, June 22nd || Laurel Summer Academy || Partly Cloudy }

Before the Summer semester there is always a long weekend for non yearlies to move out, and for students to move over to the summer dorms for the semester. The weekend starts on Wednesday and ends Tuesday the next week. The night before there is traditionally a bonfire dance, which is non-mandatory but popular, mostly because the food provided is delicious and staff are extremely willing to turn a blind eye during it. It is also common for students to ask dates to the bonfire dance, it being the common beginning of summer romances, both of the lasting and fling variety.

At the moment, it is quarter to noon. Most students have been awake since breakfast, although there are always those willing to forgo the meal in favor of sleeping past noon. Students are settled into their dorms, for the most part, and have picked the classes they will begin taking the next day.

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In celebration of the beginning of Erin's final Summer Semester as a student of Laurel (as technically next year she will have graduated from the school come Summer Semester), the young woman is nowhere to be found. She was not in her room when her roommate woke up, was not at breakfast, and most certainly was not anywhere at all in the dorms. Of course, those who could not find her did not really know the young woman particularly well. Anyone who knows Erin knows precisely where she ought to be, and would have been surprised to find her in her room this morning. This is because every year (the celebration thing is merely a dumb excuse) she camps out the night before the bonfire. That is to say the young woman finds a nice spot in a thicket of trees just a bit off from the beach around the lake, pitches a modest little tent, and roasts smores and watches the stars. All of her friends have an open invitation to take part in this little tradition, though most come for the smores and leave back for their dorms around midnight or so to sleep in a comfortable bed. While there they might also set of sparklers with her and laugh and tell horror stories, for Erin loves nothing better than a cheesy, stereotypical fireside horror story. The midnight society is very much her ideal.

But that was last night, and now it is afternoon, and the young woman is only just waking up. She has a little set up over a little fire to try and cook eggs, which every single year are always runny and underdone but she claims are the most delicious and perfectly made eggs the world has ever seen. No one who has tasted them as denied this, at least not out loud, for the sake of playing along with her little annual game. Thus it will go this year as well, as the young woman stretches out her legs and arms, yawns in a particularly cat-like manner with her eyes scrunching shut and her nose wrinkling. She pokes her head out from the tent flap, as this is a very traditional sort of triangle little tent, to see that light is already dancing across the ground, filtered by the trees into generously illuminated patches. Erin smiles- she couldn't keep a straight face if she tried at the moment. This is always one of her very favorite times of the year, and has been since she started the tradition in seventh grade. Of course, back then she was often joined by- well, it hardly matters anymore. What matters is that she shrugs on her bathing suit and go off into the lake to wash off the night's sleep. It is going to be frigid, of course, it always seems to be. Glad with the thought, Erin darts out of her little cluster of trees and towards the lake.



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Daniel Ahn has been awake since a little past dawn. Of course, he has been, because the boy often seems slightly more robot than man with his stoic expression and vague sense of distance from everyone else. Oh, he's something of an asshole, most everyone knows that by now, but in a way which seems more programmed than pathological, with his judgmental glances and calculating little smirk. His opinions seem like protocols, patterns inserted into his psyche, with how cleanly he sorts people. Friend, foe, or irrelevant: there is little space for compromise among these two categories in the eyes of Daniel Ahn.

That aside, there is of course a reason for him rising with the sun on a day in which oversleeping is an option many are more than happy to take. Every morning Daniel goes for a run. He does not strike anyone as the most athletic of individuals, and would never be caught at the gym pumping iron or on the basketball court playing 1v1. However, part of his criticalness must be pointed towards himself, and he expects some semblance of fitness of himself. Thus, the young man jogs nearly every morning, come rain and snow, more reliable than the US Postal Service. Daniel has always been inclined towards pattern and routine, after all. This is perhaps why he becomes so attached to a select group of people: they simply become part of his routine, albeit a part he becomes fiercely loyal to.

After his run, Daniel had naturally taken a shower and then eaten breakfast with a few other Influentials. Since then he has been quite content to sit on the back porch of one of the dorms (which are honestly just two large cabins) and read a book. It is Anna Karenina, which he has taken a disliking to but resolved to finish due to the principle of the thing. It is far too soap opera in his view, though he may not know enough of soap operas to fairly judge this. Daniel glances at his watch and flicks the page in the same clean movement. He'll likely be going to lunch soon enough.


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For his part, Keevan is still dead to the world. He's never been much for early rising, and will likely sleep straight through lunch if no one intervenes and interrupts his nearly comatose state.

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Character Portrait: Anna-Marie Beckett Character Portrait: Colin Dartonay

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Monday, June 22nd | Laurel Summer Academy
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Anna had awoke to the sun filtering through her curtains, her eyes flickering open and a small smile touching her lips. She wasn't all that sure what she was smiling about, for, back in England, the idea of school had accumulated feelings of dread and disdain, not curiosity and excitement. But from what she'd heard, Laurel wasn't really like any regular school, or at least not any school she'd had the displeasure of attending. For one thing, this school was private... which, apparently was a pretty big thing. Anna wasn't all that sure why, since private usually equaled a lot of posh, upper-class snobs...

But there was no need to make assumptions, right?

Shortly afterwards, Anna had gone off to find her mildly reluctant tour guide, Colin, eager to get something to eat, and as they sat opposite each other, -Anna chowing down on four pancakes laden with syrup, and Colin nibbling on a far more nutritious meal of fruit salad- Anna found her initial excitement wavering, as she drifted off into a daydream, recalling her arrival at 'home', after being in another country the good part of seventeen years. She hadn't been sure what to expect. Perhaps an awkward hug, an uncomfortable apology, a reluctant 'hello'... But she certainly hadn't expected the expressions of shock and horror that met her. The looks that met her softened after the first ten or so minutes, although she could still sense her step-mother's flickering gaze, and her father's nervous furrows.
When she'd asked Colin what the big deal was, she'd almost expected him to be all mysterious and evasive about it, but instead, he'd said with almost painful bluntness, "You look a lot like my brother. He died, so... Yeah." Naturally, Anna was perplexed, not to mention a little creeped out, but she'd managed to keep the fact at the back of her mind, for the most part.

Forcing it away once more, Anna finished the food on her plate, before leaning over the table and shooting Colin a wily grin, "So. I hear there was XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXa party... tomorrow? We're going, right?





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Monday, June 22nd | Laurel Summer Academy
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Colin wrinkled his nose slightly as Anna wolfed down her meal with unrefined vigor, pressing his fork into the cube of pineapple in how own bowl and popping it deftly into his mouth. As she ate, he watched her, almost relieved by the realization that came upon him as he did, Nothing like Julian.

He'd been just as shocked as his mother when Anna showed up with an appearance so similar to his ill-fated half-brother, but he'd also recovered from such a lot faster, although it still resurfaced painful memories for the first couple of days that Anna was in their company. But her mannerisms and behavior naturally twisted his views on her into a more positive light, and both he and his family stopped seeing Anne as some creepy reincarnation, and as a sister who simply happens to look alike to someone else.

When Anna mentioned the party, Colin's expression turned neutral, a hint of boredom glazing eyes, and he replied with obvious disinterest, "You can, but I'm not going." Of course, he knew better than to think that Anna would simply leave it at that, and looked to her to see that her expression had formed one of surprise, annoyance, and desperation, "What?! But you have to come with me!" "Actually, I don't." "But- but I don't know anyone!" "No, you won't" Colin agreed in a matter-of-fact tone. "I need to know someone there, or I'll just be the weird loner in the corner..." "That's usually my job, so I'm pretty sure my presence won't help either way. I'm not sure whether you've noticed, but I'm not exactly a socialite." "Aw, come on, Col! Please? It's just one party, and we don't have to stay there the whole time. It'll be fun." Colin sighed, meeting his half-sister's eyes with a defeated and exasperated gaze, ".... Fine. Anna's face broke into a grin, and she offered her hand for a high five, "Yeah!" Colin stared, and she hesitantly lowered her hand, "No? Next time, then." "Don't count on it."

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Character Portrait: Colin Dartonay Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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When Lucas first arrived at the gates of Laurel, looking at the stone architecture and almost castle-like spires that rose from its towers, his first thought was "I don't belong here". Glancing at the students walking around, most of them in nice clothes and some of them in full out three-piece suits, his second thought was "I definitely don't belong here."

Nonetheless, the school had accepted him due to his power, which meant he probably belonged there more than any other place. He still couldn't believe there was a place like this, actively seeking-- and apparently, allegedly containing people like him.
He had been loathe to merely write his power on his application, much less prove he had it in front of a panel of people as they had requested (felt embarrassingly like one of those con-artist magicians in the subway stations, "is this your card" and all); however, it got him room and board and tuition all free which was the whole point of this endeavor anyway (even if the panel couldn't seem to decide whether he was a 'Gifted' mind-reader or just a 'Talented' magician/cold-reader/bullshitter), so here he was.

He spent Sunday moving into his dorm room, which didn't take too long considering the only stuff he really owned was three cardboard boxes containing books, pants and underwear, and a shitton of hoodies, respectively--not counting the clothes on his back and shoes on his feet at that moment. He was extremely unhappy with the fact that he had a roommate for various reasons, but luckily he didn't see the guy at all that day and come nighttime their introductions were blessedly short before they headed to bed. Real impressions would wait for the morning.

Or they would've had Colin been around when Lucas woke up on Monday around 10am. He supposed Colin was off to see his half-sister, who had been on his thoughts a lot in the little time Lucas and he had interacted.

His stomach growled and he thought about breakfast, "which is free for me," he reminded himself in amazement. He headed over to the dining hall to grab himself a meal (pancakes, eggs, and a variety of meat-things).

As he ate he became aware of a certain topic on the students' minds and in their conversations: a bonfire dance party that night. His initial reaction was "hell if I'm going to that" but he reminded himself that this was a different school, with different people, and maybe that meant things wouldn't be so bad; maybe he'd even find a friend (he ignored the mental scoff he made at that thought). As long as he didn't fuck things up like the last time he went to a party and tried to fit in. And the time before that. And the time b...he'd have to think about this more.

He went back to the dorm room. Since the dorm floor had mostly cleared out by this point so there weren't many outside thoughts to distract him, he took the opportunity to go back to sleep.

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Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Anna-Marie Beckett Character Portrait: Lane Blackwell Character Portrait: Nina Nikolayevna Romanov Character Portrait: Colin Dartonay

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Monday, June 22nd | Laurel Summer Academy
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As she finished her meal, Anna took to looking around the cafeteria, examining the people that were soon to becomes her friends. Or her enemies. Although the former was naturally the more preferable option. She noted the different tables with a raised eyebrow. "Wow. It's like Mean Girls. Colin's eyes rose, a confused knot between his brows, "What?" Anna shrugged, "Oh, you know," Before quoting the famous chick flick in a clichΓ©d 'rich bitch' tone, "'You got your freshmen, ROTC guys, preps, J.V. jocks, Asian nerds, Cool Asians, Varsity...'." At Colin's blank expression, her voice trailed off, and her girlish tone was replaced with a dumbfounded one, "Seriously? You haven't seen...? I guess rom-coms aren't your thing." "Am I that transparent?" Anna sighed, shrugging off her step-brother's sarcasm before explaining, "What I mean is there's a different clique at every table. Only in this case it's..." She glanced around the cafeteria again, pointing a finger at each table, "Geeks. Musicians. Basket cases. Drowning-in-cash-ies..." Colin's tone was laden with snark, "Wow. You've got us sussed." Anna ignored the falseness of his tone, instead smiling with pride and stretching in an arrogant, aren't-I-great? manner. "I know."

She flickered her eyes over to wear one of the 'drowning-in-cash-ies' had approached one of the 'musicians', and a frown crossed her face as the former spilled water over the latter's notes, malice clearly intended. "Hey. What the hell? Did you see that?" Colin gazed slid to the scene, his expression saying little, "Oh. Nina Romanov strikes again." "'Romanov'? Like, as in 'Anastasia'?" Anna replied, her curious tone joking, "Yeah." Anna's expression froze, and she looked back to the girl in disbelief, "No! Seriously?" "Seriously." "Woah..." For a second, Anna was spellbound, but then she shook away her amazement, and her frown returned, "But still. What a bitch." "Mmhm." Once again, Colin's interest was waning, and Anna peered over at him once more, "So... who are these other guys?" Colin sighed, and pointed lazily to the students as he named them. "The girl by Nina, that's Lane Blackwell. She's a 'Gifted'. Musical. Pleasant, I suppose. " As he ran through the students in monotone, Anna tried her best to keep the names tucked away for future reference, although Colin's personal style of narration wasn't making it any easier. "And that... is Daniel Ahn." Anna followed his gesture, and allowed her eyes to fall on the slender figure standing not so far away from Nina. "... Try to avoid getting on his bad side." "Hm? Why?" "Because he's the type to make you regret it." Colin's tone had shifted to something Anne couldn't quite put her finger on, and as she glanced to Colin, his expression had darkened. "Did... you get on his 'bad side'?" Colin's trance shattered, and his gaze broke away from the darkly dressed individual. As though a spell had broken, he returned to his calm and blunt state, "Yeah. I guess I did." "How?" Colin sighed, although his dispel of breath seemed weary rather than annoyed, "He just... never liked me." His gaze flickered, as if he'd fallen into a daydream, and murmured as an afterthought, "He was friends with Julian." Anna was taken aback by this new information, as well as the change in mood, and bit her lip. "Oh." She fell silent for a moment, before 'ahem'-ing awkwardly, and rising from her seat. "Well, I'll keep that advice in mind." She smiled nervously in an attempt to break the tension, "Come on, let's go." Colin sat in his chair, and nodded slightly, "Fine." Anna waited for him to get up, looking around the room with a curiosity now dredged by concern.

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Character Portrait: Anna-Marie Beckett Character Portrait: Mimi Arquette Character Portrait: Colin Dartonay

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Mimi woke up late, as per usual, and stretched her dainty slender arms. Lazily, she climbed out of bed and leaned over to touch her toes. On the way up she released her large curls from the constraints of a ponytail. She was glad her roommates were gone because it gave her an excuse to walk around in her panties. She got along with her roommates but they had to get used to Mimi's antics.

After a nice shower she changed into a white flowing maxi dress that seemed to flow and move as she walked. The dress was semi sheer to she wore a skin tone strapless leotard under it. On her feet she wore white lace up sandals. Her hair flowed down her back almost to her butt completing the fairy look. Her face stayed fresh, only adding a bit of mascara to her giraffe like lashes, and lip balm to her naturally plump pink lips. Mimi didn't bother looking in the mirror because she never really worried about her personal experience. In fact, in most cases she went to fashion shows and picked things straight off the runway. Also brands who wanted to suck up to her dad sent her new releases.

Once she was done she headed to the cafeteria. As she walked she noticed peoples sort of parted the walkway. Many people whispered, a few brave souls dared to wave. She smiled and waved back. Mimi almost seemed like she was skipping or maybe even floating. She passed by a patch of rose bushes and plucked one. The thorn pricked her finger and a red bead of blood dripped down her finger and landed on her gown. She watched with fascination as the fabric absorbed it. With a pout and a sigh she tucked the tip of her bleeding finger into her mouth. The gardeners eyes widened with shock and lust and she cocked her head at him. " Can I have a rose? Maybe one that won't ruin my pretty dress? " She grinned, more at herself than at him. He nodded excitedly and plucked her one, which he de-thorned. She smiled and blew a kiss at him.

Now satisfied with her rose she continued walking until she wade it to the cafeteria. She frowned at the obvious separation of the social classes. She never understood why people bothered doing that. She spotted Collin and smiled brightly. Mimi had always had a bit of a crush on Collin. Most people found him cold and brash but she knew it as just a defense mechanism. Along with that, Collin was one of the few people who understood the pain of losing someone so close to them. She saw them getting up and realized everybody was probably leaving. She had woken up pretty late. " Are you leaving already? " She asked as she walked up to them. She didn't bother with the formalities of "hello's". " What time is it? " She leaned over and stole a leftover fruit from Colin's plate. Before she leaned up she sweetly kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

Standing up straight, she turned to the girl and cocked her head " Hello, I'm Mimi. Who are you?" She had a straight look but playfulness danced behind her eyes. Almost like she was teasing the world. Mimi already knew who she was and she knew about her and Collin, however she chose to pretend she didn't. It was more fun that way. " I got blood on my dress. I don't know how to get it out" She said with a frown. She offered no explanation because she felt no need to. " I might just leave it until I get changed for the party. "

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Monday, June 22nd | Laurel Summer Academy
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Colin mentally tried to shake the thick gloom that had begun to settle on his psyche, although even when he tried his hardest to act as per his usual, snarky self, he felt dappled by something grim. Perhaps thinking of Daniel just had that effect on him. No, actually it was more Daniel's friendship with Julian that he hated to be reminded of. The two had been close. Probably the closest thing Daniel had to a legitimate, healthy, platonic relationship. Daniel, with his dark grace, and his sharp expressions, had always made Colin feel wary. It didn't help that Daniel had never liked him. In fact, Daniel had rather strongly disliked him. Something about being Julian's sibling made Daniel opposed to him, be it out of jealousy or something else entirely, Colin hadn't a clue.

And it wasn't like he'd ever dare ask.

As he rose to pick up his plate, he saw Anna freeze slightly, before hearing a soft, "Shit. That's where I remember her from. "Hm? Who? Lane?" "Nina." "Oh? How?" "She's my bloody room mate." Colin's eyebrows rose, and although his mind fought with two emotions, the first being concern for his step-sister's welfare and the latter being amusement at her rotten luck, the latter wore out. "Well. Shall I call the undertaker now, or...?" "She smiled." Anna turned to him, her face contorted into a wince of dread, "I'm going to fucking die." "I don't suppose you have any funny stories, do you? I haven't known you all that long so your eulogy is going to be pretty emp-"

"Are you leaving already?" A bell-like voice interrupted him mid-taunt, and he glanced up. He didn't need to. He'd have recognised that voice, anywhere. "What time is it?" "Time to get a watch." Colin replied in distracted monotone, only for him to blink a couple of times as Mimi's lips pressed to the edge of his own. The brief moment of fluster was quickly smothered, and he turned to face the curly-haired girl. "Hello, I'm Mimi. Who are you?"Colin's eyes met Anna's, and with a heart-skipping moment, he noticed that she'd caught his second of weakness. However, she instead looked to Mimi, and smiled in her typically friendly manner. "Hi, I'm Anna. Colin's sister." "Step."Colin explained, shooting Anna a brief glance that she pretended not to notice. "I got blood on my dress. I don't know how to get it out. I might just leave it until I get changed for the party." "Why not?" Colin shrugged, before adding with a touch of sarcasm, "Gore is very 'in' this year."

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The grin when he catches her trip up is infuriating because she herself had realized it entirely too late. At least she had the excuse of complete intoxication- his part in the affair she is convinced was motivated by general assholery .

"Man, I feel like man candy." Erin's eyebrows shoot up at the comment. He is every bit the same as he had been before leaving. The fact that he can go so unscathed by everything, at least to her eyes, is the sharpest of the pains. He floats above the difficulties of the mere mortals, it seems, sometimes literally. Erin has friends among the powerful, cherished friends, but people like Sterling, so cocky on top with their abilities, acting as if they are gods descended to earth, bother the girl. She may be confident, stubborn, impulsive, and careless at times, but at least she doesn't look down on people. Even in the case of Sterling, the wretch, she sees him eye to eye. She doubts this is mutual.

There is no time for a response before the sound of splashing interrupts Erin's less than sunny trail of thought. There is a flicker of something strained in Sterling's normally calm expression. Naturally, Erin's first thought goes to the queen of the school. She whips her head around, body tense, only to find that it is Lane who is running up to her. What little relief this gives her is tossed aside by a closer look at the state of her best friend.

"Erin. . .Nina ruined everything. . .my entire notepad. . ." Instantly Sterling is forgotten. Erin moves forward and shelters Lane in a hug. Before, Erin was somewhat irritated, somewhat bothered. Now, she is angry. This day has gotten off to a less than fantastic start, and Erin is less than pleased about it. She turns to glare at Sterling, newly recalled, but he is already leaving them. Good. Go face your damn creation, Victor, Erin returns her attention to the crumpled and hurting Lane.

"Fuck Nina. Come on, Lane. I feel like eating popcorn and watching a movie. Wanna waste the day with me?" She smiles, mostly genuinely, down at Lane. At least this, Sterling had not taken from her.

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Briefly, Daniel is distracted from Nina's situation by someone who he has always despised: Colin. Most everyone knows that Daniel had been the best friend to his brother, and that he was probably the person that Daniel had been the closest to throughout his entire life. It was also a well known fact that Colin is not in Daniel's good graces. Many people assume it is just the fickle nature of his opinions, not realizing how incredibly possessive and jealous the young man becomes over those few who he befriends. Jealous enough to hate the brother of his best friend for having that privilege of brotherhood.

It is the face beside Colin, however, that hits him like a brick. Sam? even his internal voice is winded. Colin's brother may have been Julian to most everyone else, but Daniel knew him as Sam. And a face mirroring his sits at that table. In a few seconds he regroups, realizing that it can't be Sam, and it is more feminine besides. Still, it is only with the entrance of Sterling that Daniel fully returns to the situation at hand.

Automatically he moves closer to Nina, protective. His expression is little more than dark ice, coolly observing Sterling. Throughout the beginning of the exchange he is silent, calm. When Nina moves toward him, he instinctively presses back, his eyes never leaving Sterling. This is two parts a game: make Sterling feel pain such that he will never try to take Nina away, and genuine protective instinct towards one of those few whom he trusts.

He stands taller, looming like the grim reaper, death itself with fine bone structure and black eyes, as Sterling gives his final attack. Who can fall when darkness itself seems to side with them? So it may seem to the student body, unaware that anything but ice dwells behind Daniel's gaze. Sterling looks at him, warningly. Daniel merely smirks, as if confident it could never happen. He is useful, valuable, and more than anything, willing to sink far lower to keep his friends with him.

"I do believe I've lost my appetite."

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While the gods spit acid at one another, the rest can only watch and hope that none of it trickles down into their eyes. They look away when appropriate but are always watching. People never really stop watching. And among those people, sits one young man looking positively awestruck. But his eyes glisten in a way that is just a bit strange, fitting in with a few other who have the same enraptured expression. There's is not the intrigue of watching, but rather the excitement of telling, of showing.

two hours later

The Breadbowl
The Summer will apparently carry on as it usually does- much more interestingly than the fall semester. Many have left but the power players, the screwed up, and the hopelessly confused remain in play. A beautiful beginning, titan vs. titan as the well known Miss Romanov faced Mr Walker in a confrontation that, to be honest, came as something of a relief to some of us. Better the time bomb go off than hold us in suspense forever.

Romanov held her own, with of course the support of her loyal "are-they-or-aren't-they" dog. I'm sure they'll be perfectly happy together in the future. Walker, on the other hand, stormed out. Both are rising seniors, so we only have so long to watch as this plays out. Of course the big question is, are molecules a match for money?

Speaking of matches, for the rest of us mere mortals the bonfire is tonight- I'm really more interested in seeing who dances with whom than dancing with someone myself. No doubt, I'll be there watching for you rascals to sneak off. I seem to remember that Romanov and Walker used to haunt the dance together. This is the first one since he's returned, and you know neither will be sitting out on round two of worldstar Orion. Let's set the tone to a dramatic summer, shall we?

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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. 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 Orion.

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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Mimi had eventually changed her dress. After walking with Collin and Anna for quite a bit she bid them goodbye, kissing both Colin and Ana goodbye. She had stripped of her sandals and slung them over her shoulder someway through her walk. She couldn't figure out why but she had an affection for walking barefoot. Her mother despised it and demanded that Mimi stop but obviously her attempts were fruitless. Her mother did, however, demand that a spa technician come to Mimi's dorm at least once every two weeks and give Mimi a pedicure and a manicure with tips, so she couldn't bite them down. At the thought of her nails she glanced at them. They were long and shaped like a almond, she had them painted white. Mimi seemed to always wear white lately. With so much darkness in her life it somehow comforted her to at least have some essence of purity, even if it was superficial.

Once in her room she slipped on a cotton crochet shift dress. It hit her mid thigh and had a deep vee that connected towards the end. Little flowery lace details spread out throughout the dress giving it her signature ethereal style. She paired it with lace up tan sandals that went up to her knee . She pulled her big curls into a curly bun, leaving her bangs out (out of pure laziness), giving her a casual aspect to the straight off the runway outfit. Large dramatic gold hoops dangled from her small ears and a simple jade bead bracelet accompanied her slender wrists. With a little giggle she applied pale green eye shadow to her eyes, just to be fun.

She had stuck pretty close to Anna, who she decided was her new best friend, once she found her and Collin. Mimi also promptly solidified her friendship by greeting Anna with a kiss on the mouth and an impish grin. Collin would have received the same treatment however, due to the serious height barrier and his refusal to be cooperative, she settled on a hug. Presently the curly haired girl was twirling around them. Once dizziness took over her she sat on the ground indian style, despite her dress, and demanded Anna do the same. Most people who behaved the way Mimi did would be considered bossy or petulant (like a child), but not Mimi. She grinned coyly and looked up at you with her big dark eyes under those impossibly long lashes and you just fell into her hand.

She turned to Anna and cocked her head, " So tell me about yourself Anna? " Mimi was good at this game. It was called "show me yours while I hide mine." You would tell her everything she wanted to know and she would reward you with a smile and another questionn. It was quite fun, for her.

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Monday, June 22nd | Laurel Summer Academy
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After the somewhat chilling experience of being smiled at by a possible psychopath, sending her step-brother down Depressing Memory Lane, and witnessing pure bitchiness being inflicted on an innocent virtuoso, Anna-Marie found Mimi Arquette's company to be something out of a fairytale. She was a faerie, all glitter, flutter, and shimmer. And with her huge, doe eyes, Anna was torn between nicknaming her Tinkerbell or Bambi.

After Mimi left to change her dress and prepare for the little soiree they were all going to attend, -albeit reluctantly, in Colin's case- Anna turned to Colin with raised eyebrows. He met her gaze, and then seemed to try and pointedly avoid it. "Well, Mimi's kind of..." "Weird?" "I was going to say awesome." Colin was noticeably thrown, "Wait- what?" "She's so nice! And pretty adorable, actually." Colin stared, and Anna peered back at him with a hinting expression, "And... a marvelous kisser." "What's that look for?" "My, my, cauliflower... You sure know how to pick 'em." "Excuse me?" "You know... Mimi." "What about her?" Anna sighed in frustration, "You luuurv her!"

Colin's appearance, much to Anna's delight, turned from disinterested and nonchalant to that similar of a rabbit caught in headlights. "W-what? No, I do not. I just-" "You think she's gorgeous, you want to kiss her, you want to-" Colin's hand clamped over the brunette's mouth, cutting off her singsong tone. "Just... be quiet, alright? I don't-" As though realising what he was doing, he yanked his hand away as though her skin was electric. "Ahem. Let's just go." H quickly turned on his heel, speeding away with short, nervous steps. Anna smirked at his retreating back, before singing quietly to herself, "You want to hug her, you want to smooch her..."




Anna had been exceedingly pleased to run into Mimi once more, and, although Colin feigned chagrin, it was easy enough to tell that he was at least slightly enjoying both the company and the evening. At this moment, Colin took a seat on the other side of Mimi, leaning his elbows on his knees and allowing his wrists to dangle. He looked slightly bored, but then again, he rarely didn't, and Anna hoped that the raucousness wouldn't be enough to deter him from hanging about so early on.

Upon Mimi's demand, Anna had dropped down into the dust beside her, one denim-clad leg bent beneath her, and the other stretched out in front, her back leaning against a rather large tree stump. The fire, with its crackling heat and its flickering glow, seemed to glaze the entire event in a warm and pleasant atmosphere, and the many teenagers attended ensured that there would be no shortage of public displays of affection (a quarter of which Mimi would probably be involved in, at this rate) or adolescent drama.

"So tell me about yourself, Anna."

Upon the curly-haired girl's second command, however, Anna faultered, wondering what she could possibly say. It was always difficult talking about yourself, despite in reality, there being no one you knew more about. And thus, Anna shrugged. "What's there to tell?" She thought for a beat, before ticking off fast facts as though reading from a list. "Ah, well... I'm Colin's stepsister, although I didn't actually know that until a couple of weeks ago... Uh... I grew up in England... " She smiled, "Oh, actually... there is one thing..." With an increasing excitement, she reached for a twig. Clutching it gently, she concentrated, picturing another form in her mind. Slowly, the twig's brittle surface began to soften and color, the harsh bark replacing itself with smooth green. From the end, petals began to emerge, forming into a spherical shape. The rose was thornless, its blossom a pale, creamy white, the edges touched with pearl. With a flourish, Anna offered the flower to her friend, "Ta d-" In a split second, the colour shrivelled back to brown, and the skin hardened into back. Anna clutched the twig, mid-flourish and proud smile frozen on her face. "Shit. Okay. Well, it usually stays for a while."

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" Well that's quite alright, " She said to Anna. She laughed lightly and looked up at the sky, " To be beautiful and loved, even for the smallest of time is a gift. " Even with the smile she donned, torment and sadness flashed through her eyes. However, just like a shooting star, as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. Ariel used to say that all the time. It always bothered Mimi because... well Ariel was beautiful. Not like generic beautiful, but really beautiful on the inside and out. Being around her had been like being around the sun. In the same way many say being around Mimi was like basking in the moon.

Ever observant Mimi witnessed the fight. She raised an eyebrow but made no comment. She did however find it amusing that the ice king melted for her cold queen. She simply tucked that away in her mind for later purposes. Beyond that she notices that romance seems to be flitting through the air. Romance might be the right word, lust maybe. Lust fueled by alcohol and the drugs that she disdained. She shook her head, deciding to not focus on that tonight. " I like England, but I like France much better. They have macaroons, I love macaroons. Colin," She said leaning her head on Anna's shoulder. She absently played with the twig as she talked, her bell like voice twinkling amidst the chaos around them. " Reminds me of a macaroon. They're cold and they look like they'd be hard. They're cute, but appear kind of boring in comparison to other french treats. However, with all that in mind I find myself unable too give up on the treats. Want to know why?" She said widening her eyes and raising her eyebrows. With a lazy smile she drawled, " Because, they are so delicious on the inside. "

After watching the celebration unfold Mimi quickly became bored and cold. Even with the summer air they were near water and a cool breeze was beginning to blow past them. " I'm cold, " she whined. Easing off of Anna's shoulder she sat upright and plucked the ponytail out of her hair. Making her mass of hair fall around her like heavy waves crashing on a beach. Her hair fell around her haphazardly but it was somehow comforting and blocked the wind from chilling her sensitive ears. She ran a hand through her hair, tossing her bangs to one side. With a raised eyebrow she slid over to Anna, then pronounced her "not warm enough", then back to Colin who, as men do, was radiating heat. " Good enough, " Again without even a warning she draped her arm around his midsection and leaned her body against him. " Why are boys so much warmer than girls? " She asked absentmindedly, " You're like freaking heaters. "

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Monday, June 22nd | Laurel Summer Academy
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Colin's eyes had widened in undisguised amazement as he witnessed Anna's ability for the first time. He'd known she was a power, and yet, he'd never bothered actually asking after what exactly she could do. Which was odd, considering most would, if faced with the same circumstances, be driven by the typical curiosity to learn and witness such as soon as possible. Perhaps he'd been distracted by the other goings on, and school's return into his life after a too-short holiday. His lips began to part to make a comment, perhaps even an expression of praise, but as the stick returned to its prior form, and Anna's expression switched to one of annoyance and disappointment, his words melted instead into a scoff. "Bravo. How impressive." Anna made a grotesque face in response, and olin cracked a small, amused smile at her reaction.

"To be beautiful and loved, even for the smallest of time is a gift." Detecting a hint of something quite out of character in Mimi's typically cheery tone, a crease appeared between Colin's brows, and his eyes flickered to the girl's dark face. His expression of concern darkened more so as he noted the glimmer of gloom in her eyes, before her thick lashes quickly batted away the remnants of what looked like escaping grief.

"I like England, but I like France much better. They have macaroons, I love macaroons."At the turn of conversation, and her morph back into her usual, airy self, Colin found himself listening in on the two's conversation, less out of interest, and more as a result of having nothing better to do. That is, until he heard his name mentioned, and his curiosity piqued as he turned his head back to the pair. "Colin Reminds me of a macaroon. They're cold and they look like they'd be hard. They're cute, but appear kind of boring in comparison to other french treats." Colin's eyebrows rose, hiding his annoyance at being seen as 'boring' behind a facade of indifference. However," Colin's shoulders perked slightly, and he found himself listening more intently for whatever the 'however' could be preceding. "With all that in mind I find myself unable to give up on the treats. Want to know why?" Colin almost found himself asking 'why?', but was relieved when Anna cut him off with the same response. "Because, they are so delicious on the inside." Colin blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Before letting out a little 'ahem', and fixing his cool-headed exterior, and shrugged, as though accepting the nickname. "A macaroon, huh? I've been called worse."

He watched lazily as Mimi wandered between them, trying to find a satisfying source of warmth, and tried to act natural when she suddenly draped herself over him, looping her slender arm around his waist. "Why are boys so much warmer than girls? You're like freaking heaters." Colin responded in an equally ponderous tone, "I'm not sure. Perhaps it's our scorching masculinity? Our sweltering egos?"

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Throughout the dance, the Queen continues to press herself against the knight, a sort of chess in which pieces are clung to rather than taken. Daniel has always been rather good at chess, with his unending patience and levelheaded intelligence. It is a matter of strategy, of foresight, of never taking too long or too short of a time to play just a little glimmer of one's hand. This dance is, to put it bluntly, nothing like any game of chess that Daniel has played before. His jaw tightens, his eyes shift slightly away, looking into Nina's eyes only when they are completely composed. To say that he is beginning to feel confused by her flirtation, escalating beyond the normal banter he so enjoys, is an an understatement. The normal back and forth has become so routine, so reflexive, that a divergence threatens to disturb his balance. Of course, this is Daniel, one must remembers, and no amount of vertigo will knock him off of his feet after the little mishap earlier. He has bound the doors will every tool in his arsenal, and checked the bolts twice simply for some peace of mind. Daniel takes Nina's new game as a test, and is determined not to fail it by becoming one of those idiots who surround the two. He is calm, collected, and apparently unfazed by the way her hips graze against his.

Her breath is against his neck. She plays a timid hand, Monroe in her innocent seduction. By no means a Kennedy, Daniel will not allow himself to be taken in. He will not fail this test, for he is above such things. How else could he properly be her right arm in all things? Besides, this feigned look of timidity is one which Daniel dismisses readily, it not corresponding with the Nina that he has come to be so devoted to. The new Sam. So he studies her shoulder, face now against his neck, and keeps his hands an appropriate distance above her hips. Daniel Ahn, after all, is every bit the gentleman, a knight whose battles are fought under the rules of court etiquette. Forward two, left one. He guides her around the light, reflected in her eyes as she now looks at him once more. There is a strange, unnerving desperation in the Queen's voice when she speaks. Daniel does not understand it. He is so clever, so insightful, and yet so painfully unobservant. Preset boundaries can be so difficult to break, and he has always been one to play within the rules.

"See me."

Only as you are, Nina, he thinks, the words cryptic in meaning even to the young man himself. Ironic, as he knows nowhere near as much about the depth of her mind as he believes. But at least Daniel is aware of something swimming leagues beneath the surface, occasionally sending ripples across the water like a fault line prepared to separate and consume all in its path. He is concerned of the day on which the earthquakes will begin, but is confident that he will be able to hold onto the cracks until his fingers are bloody from it. "I want to."

The meanings are tragically misconstrued between the Queen and her dog.

"Are the stars flattered when astronomers try to claim them with names? I should think not, Miss Romanov," he is now looking directly at her- while she looks beyond his shoulder. The two are incapable of looking at the same time, it should seem. Perhaps there lies part of the problem. The song ends. He takes her hand and bows languidly, lips brushing against her knuckles.

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Erin is glad for Carr's compliance in dropping the subject, knowing that he does it not out of lack of personal curiosity but in the interest of her comfort. Carr has sensitivity in bounds where Erin often seems to lack it completely, and it is for this reason that she depends so greatly on his friendship. Erin depends rather greatly on all of her friends, in fact, though she does manage some level of independence. She is too open to them, someone more cynical might say, too vulnerable to any secret blades hidden between their pages. Luckily, Erin refuses to listen to such cynicism, even when it has proven true in the past. She grins and twirls, deciding that the lightheadedness is entirely the good kind, and that any inclinations that it might be nausea or discomfort are pure rubbish. Right now, her desire is simply to dance and have fun with the friend before her, who so rarely comes out to things like this with her.

A friend who is apparently made uncomfortable by her prodding question. Perhaps it is partially the alcohol or proximity to the fire, but Carr's face flushes quickly upon her offer to help out as a wingwoman. The question was half in jest, but there is some thought that perhaps if he is willing to come to the bonfire and dance and laugh, he will be willing to take a step forward towards someone as well. More than anything, Erin would like for Carr to expand his horizons and befriend new people. She sincerely worries about him, as one would a younger brother, wondering how he will fare when separated from the people whom he has been around for the entirety of his life. She worries the same thing in regards to herself.

Distracted by the spins, Erin laughs and practically topples on top of him thanks to a mix of dizziness and alcohol. Having fun with Carr is far to easy, the young woman dreads being without him once she goes off to college. How will she succeed without her curly-haired and dimpled-cheeked teddy bear? Not very well, she fears. So she must enjoy his presence while she can. "Not you. You're small. . .and silly." Erin is struck by the impulse to trap Carr in a bear hug when he says this, but is prevented by the fact that he has already wrapped his arms around her in the sort of position that is reminiscent of a middle school dance. Erin smiles and nuzzles into his shoulder. With Carr, she is safe. No drama, no fear, no tension. He may seem to be the more anxious one, may seem to require more care, but much of the time it is in fact the reverse that is true. There is a brief lapse of silence, but Erin doesn't notice it. She is content in the arms of a friend.

As Carr does speak once more, the song comes to an end. "You… How about you? You shouldn’t waste your good looks on me and Lane, you know?" Erin frowns slightly at the thought that anything she does should be 'wasted' on Carr and Lane, two of her favorite people in the world. That they are willing to be around her is a gift. Still, the frown curves up in a smile of sorts.

"Oh, you know me. I only ever want to use people for their cuddling abilities," not entirely untrue, as Erin is known for her love of cuddling. Still, she has been one to enjoy a few flings, though nothing ever seems to last for one reason or another. "I'm starved. Let's grab a snack."


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The proximity of Becca's lips to his skin is not lost on Keevan as she laughs and encourages that rumors be interesting if they are going to exist. Of course, she is not immune to the tendency of rumors about the Influential girls to be somewhat more slanted in a sexual direction. As far as the other two groups are concerned, the members of the Influential are constantly messing around with each other, probably using protection made from silk and hand stitched in Italy. Keevan certainly knows this- as the master of whispers to the common people, there is not a rumor, true or false, that has not passed by his ear at least several times over. It is to him to determine which ones hold grains of truth within them. He doesn't know about Nina, but is rather certain that those spread about Becca's are false. If they were true, he would have noticed some sort of hints indicating it, her sneaking off with people, something.

Not to say that he is constantly watching her, of course. But Keevan would probably have noticed eventually.

She pulls away from his neck to study Keevan, briefly, making him feel squeamish and inferior under her scrutinizing gaze. It does not show, of course. He raises an eyebrow in response, a lazy sort of half smile across his frightfully pale face. "If you take a picture it'll last longer," he quips, disappointed with his own lack of originality. Perhaps she had been too distracted to respond, or too uninterested, for soon Becca's head is resting warm against his neck. The space between their bodies is lessening, and it is a good thing her eyes are closed because his neck is beginning to flush slightly. Even if they were open, hopefully the shadows would have hidden the visible reaction to her presence from view. He likes the feeling of her resting in the curve of his neck. It feels natural. Unfortunately, it is over too soon that she raises her head and speaks, with some severity, on the topic of the fight, which will naturally be in the Onion tomorrow morning.

"Even my saint-like heart is not so forgiving, Rebecca. He brings shame to me and all the other teenage dirtbags out there. Now, I believe my five minutes are up- you can return to your perch, love. I hope to see some more stories by the end of the night," he gives her hand a quick squeeze, but is the first to walk away.


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Time Skip- it is now 11pm, around an hour and a half after the first dance. Any faculty who may have been there to supervise have returned to their own homes in the nearby town or on campus, leaving the party to rage on. Collab posts are encouraged, and ideally we will have a mention of each character unless the writer states otherwise in the ooc. Thank you!

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Erin Hill Character Portrait: Rebecca Sayre Character Portrait: Anna-Marie Beckett Character Portrait: Sterling Walker Character Portrait: Lane Blackwell Character Portrait: Nina Nikolayevna Romanov Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Mimi Arquette Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Colin Dartonay Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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Time Skip It is no around 1am, and people are beginning to leave the bonfire. A few might linger a bit longer, but they have broken off into groups speaking in hushed voices around one fire or another. Many people will now be making decisions to return to their dorms by themselves or with another person. Regardless, if the people are important enough, it will be in the Breadbowl the next day, so no one needs fear that they have missed anything interesting.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Daniel Ahn Character Portrait: Erin Hill Character Portrait: Rebecca Sayre Character Portrait: Anna-Marie Beckett Character Portrait: Sterling Walker Character Portrait: Lane Blackwell Character Portrait: Nina Nikolayevna Romanov Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Mimi Arquette Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Colin Dartonay Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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People coalesce like pools of ink dispersing through water. Scattering. Tangling. Clarity giving way to murkiness. Nina floats like a stream of glitter through their depths, winding through but never dissolving into the mass. The wind sinks its fingers through her hair as she spins, head tossed back in laughter. It is the sound of sirens and breaking glass.

She'd moved away from Daniel after their first and only dance, saying nothing in response to the poetry that slipped through lips that have always been slow to smile. Beautiful words. But that's all they were and all they might ever be. Beautiful words from a beautiful man who spins gold from straw, truth from deceit. She is a puppeteer that has never laid eyes upon her own stage. What does she know of Daniel Ahn but the sheen of his armour and the glint of his sword? Who will she find when she lifts the helmet from him? It is his nature to know all secrets and Nina has too many to risk.

Her civilians calls for her demise. "Shots, shots, shots!" they chant. To my head or my chest? she muses. Nina grins, devouring the row of tequila shots as if she's drinking water. The alcohol fills the cavern in her chest like molten lava.

Colors blur, rippling into a swirl of movement as her body sways. A hand on her hip. Lips pressed against her neck. The warmth and cold of meaningless companionship. They tug and push until she's standing at the edge of the lake, the music a distant echo. Her head throbs to the bass and her body sways to the melody. She hums under her breath and tips her head back. The stars sway and her body decides it's been too long since its last collapse. She lets herself fall back.

It is for the royalty to revel and make merry, to put on a show in which gilded elegance merges with a chaotic sort of fun and creates the image of a court of careless fae, such that others may watch and wonder how they can be so drunk and still look so good. It is for the Royalty to dance and sing on an evening so fine as this one, to bask in a moon so full that it mirrors their own radiance.

It is not for Daniel. Daniel, who so treasures the firm grasp he has on his mind, whose greatest strength his his constant (or near constant) clarity, refuses to take part in alcohol. He will remain sober throughout their solemnity. One or two, emboldened by liquid courage, stumble up and offer him a drink, or chide him for being a 'party pooper,' but all are sent away with a raised eyebrow and a slight raise of a cup that holds nothing more toxic than a few ounces of soda. Even this is something he usually ignores, soda, knowing them to be bad for you. Perhaps this is as loose as Daniel is willing to let himself become.

The Queen, however, is far more willing to celebrate. Under the influence of drinks and an encouraging crowd she takes one shot after another. Daniel does not consider it his place to stop her, but all the same hates to see her taking orders from people and losing hold of the normal sharpness of her mind.

He is briefly distracted by another person, encouraging him to take another drink. When he has brushed them away, he notices with a brief moment of panic that Nina has vanished. Several questions direct him closer to the lake. Please don't be thinking of a swim, he is rushing towards the lake. He has lost before to the influence of alcohol and drugs, and for not the first time tonight Daniel's heart is racing with the thought of it happening again.

But she is there, swaying in the moonlight as if to challenge Diana herself to a battle of beauty. His heartbeat shudders and calms, panic passing as his pace slows and he walks towards her, all traces of panic sliding off of him as rain off an umbrella. And then she falls.

Daniel lurches forward to catch her, goddess fallen.

For a moment he merely stands there, adjusting such that she is held bridal style in his arms. The weight to her is bizarre, making her more corporeal, rather than just the usual brief touch and kiss on the cheek. More human. He does not like it.

The sound of a firecracker, probably brought by one of the students, reminds Daniel of his whereabouts. He is by the lake, by the fire, by the dorms. He needs to get Nina back to her room. Without much thought he knows to avoid the fire, knows to avoid letting people say Nina passed out. As far as they are concerned she is capable of getting raving drunk and then disappearing with the moon, her eternal drinking buddy.

But Nina's door is locked and Daniel doesn't have a key. For a moment he stands there, boy interrupted. Of course there is really only the one solution- and luckily Daniel's roommate is nonexistent due to some pulled strings. He shifts her weight over to one arm, and walks over to his own room, managing to unlock the door and enter. It is dark, leaving the two of them to be one shadow molded together until his eyes adjust. He finds the concept interesting, but cannot grasp why.

He stretches her out on his bed and pulls over the blankets, previously having been tucked in with military precision. A cup of water by her bed, an alarm set for classes the next day. Daniel makes accommodations as befits his position: he takes the chair by her side, and makes do.


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Time skip
It is now 8am. During the Summertime, classes do not begin until 9:30 am, so students can sleep in a bit and still have time for breakfast. Due to the nature of the summer session, one much like a summer camp, classes are as scheduled:

-Elective (Shop Class (Works both with cars and carpentry), Choir, Orchestra, Band, Art, Theater, Speech & Debate, Computer Science, Creative Writing, Political Science, Guest Lecture, Marketing)
- Physical Period (Archery, Swimming, Canoeing, Gymnastics, Self Defense/MMA, Basketball, Soccer, Jogging, Dance) [Basically a free period, students must sign into the class they are taking]
- Lunch
- Elective (One of Listed)

Each segment is one hour long, such that the school day begins at 9:30 and ends at 1:30