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Holden Cunningham

"Sing us a song, you're the piano man. Sing us a song tonight." -Billy Joel

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a character in “Laurel”, as played by Dumisa

Description


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{ "I don't want to be pinned as a song and dance man." }


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Name
Tyler Holden Cunningham.

Nickname
Tyler doesn't really go by many nicknames but sometimes he'll introduce himself as Holden and not Tyler. When he is performing on stage, whether it is singing or dancing, he likes to be introduce as Fly Ty.

Age & Grade
Tyler is seventeen years of age and is a Senior at Laurel Academy.

Number of Years at Laurel
This will be Tyler's first and last year at Laurel, considering that he transferred from another talent school to go to Laurel.

Sexual Orientation
Tyler is a proud homosexual but he is biromantic. He loves men and will only have certain encounters with them but he loves snuggling up to a good movie with women.

Group?
The Talented.

Talent
Tyler is an exceptional singer and dancer.




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Strengths
Most of Tyler's strengths are musical based though he only knows how to play the piano, can sing and dance exceptionally. He is also a very good listener and will sit there and listen to your ideas or problems with no sarcasm or smart remark. Tyler is creative when it comes to certain things, such as, thinking of new and innovative ways of doing something. He is also very excited and love to learn new things, being that of new skills or ways to improve himself and others as a person.

Weaknesses
Tyler main weakness is he is a perfectionist and if things are not set up a type of way, he cannot function fully and will be able to talk for awhile. He can be a bit impatient, at times but tries his best not to let that impatient side of his show because it can also lead him to be very angry. Tyler is also very talkative and will probably interrupt someone else just so that he can throw his two cents in or tell a story of his own.

Fears
Achluophobia- Fear of darkness.
Tyler is very much afraid of the dark. Probably because he tends to watch too many horror movies and freaks out when the lights are off.

Agraphobia- Fear of sexual abuse.
Due to Tyler's sexuality, being sexually abused scared him the most. He always watched himself around others and was very weary of who he told about his Homosexuality.

Claustrophobia - Fear of having no escape and being in closed or small spaces or rooms.
Tyler had an experience in his life where he was trapped inside of an out house at a friend's bonfire party. It struck him because he couldn't breathe and felt like the walls were caving in on him.

Secrets
Portrays that he isn't a virgin, when he really is.

Transferred schools because he was being bullied but told others that it was because he was too talented for them.





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Personality
{ ♦ Intelligent ♦ Understanding ♦ Responsible ♦ Blunt ♦ Cunning ♦ Flirty }

Tyler is a person that most people would befriend due to his intellectual and understanding nature but others tend to stir away from due to his blunt and cunning ways. Tyler has always been the intelligent one in his family and people have looked up to him because of that fact. Not to say that his parents and siblings are not intelligent but Tyler just picks up on things a lot faster than them and sometimes they get mad but he doesn't really care. He is also very clever and is a quick thinker when it comes to almost anything. Tyler is an understanding type of person and no matter who you are or what problem big or small that you have, he will listen. He doesn't just listen and understands people's problems but he also understands their ideas as well. He will give good and detail communication towards the person he is advising and hope that they take his advice and use it to their advantage.

Being responsible is something that Tyler had to learn from personal experience. He use to be very irresponsible growing up but one slip up made that change into his life. Tyler use to be very rebellious and irresponsible towards his parents so they showed him what happens to kids like him. They packed all of his things and sat them all outside on the porch with a military school brochure on top of his luggage and a note about which flight to take and where his destination was. Tyler soon changed his way after that and noticed that his parents wasn't playing. He became more responsible around the house and even helped them out with the chores and house work. People were much more in love with the new Tyler and respected the person that he had become.

Tyler's words can be either helpful or harmful towards others. If they are harmful, that's because he is very blunt and intends not to hurt anyone's feelings. He tries his best not to be brutally blunt but sometimes, it doesn't workout the way he wants it too. Tyler will apologize as long as the other person doesn't flip him off or get mad and go on a rage fit towards him. He is also very cunning and is able to get himself and others out of almost any sticky situation. His words are very persuasive that even he believes half of the cunning schemes that he has been into. One last trait that Tyler has is being very flirty towards guys and will sometimes take it too far. He does flirt with girls but not as often as he would flirt with a guy.

Overall, due to his changed nature, Tyler is someone that people tend to hang around with even if it's just for advice or just to go out and have a good, responsible evening on the town. He loves having friends around him and don't know what he would do without the friends that he has now.




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βœ”Being Gay βœ”Social Gatherings βœ”Intellectual Minds βœ”Others Creativity βœ”Singing & Dancing βœ”Cuddle Sessions βœ”Reading & Writing βœ”Tea βœ”Horror Movies βœ”Romance Movies based off Novels


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✘Severe Thunderstorms ✘Homophobic People ✘Hypocrites ✘Losing His Voice ✘Reality TV ✘Bullies ✘Being Judged ✘Waking Up Late ✘Negative People





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Growing up, Tyler always had a passion for the arts. He remembers watching his first musical and looked at his parents and pointed to the television screen saying that's what he wanted to do. His mother smiled and gleamed with excitement while his father protested. Tyler went with his mother and signed him up for vocal and dance lessons. It took him awhile to get use to the arts of singing but dancing, he sort of picked up right away. Once his skills got perfected, his mother signed him up for competitions, most of which he won while the others, he placed in the top five. Tyler has many trophies from his competitions and even has a display case that displays his accomplishments.

As Tyler started middle school, he joined the choir and band. People saw how skilled he was and instantly became his friend. One girl even asked to be his girlfriend but he told her that he was not attracted to females. Of course, Tyler always knew that he was gay since elementary school and just felt much more comfortable that way. He came out to his parents in the eighth grade and they were proud of him since he was finally accepting who he was and wanted to share it with them. As soon as he graduated middle school, his parents insisted that instead of a regular school that he attend a performing arts type of school.

He did so and was immediately accepted after they reviewed over his audition tape and resume. He made many friends there and even had his first boyfriend there, whose name was Scott. Him and Scott were seemingly inseparable but of course, every relationship must take its course. Tyler told Scott that he was transferring schools and it kind of devastated him. Scott immediately ended things right then and there while not wanting anything else to do with Tyler. It was a sad day when they broke up but Tyler knows that good things must come to an end.

Since transferring to Laurel, Tyler has been pretty much to himself and reading people to see who he can befriend and who he cannot. He loves what Laurel has to offer so far and hopes that this coming up semester and the change in venture will be better for him.






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Face Claim:
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So begins...

Holden Cunningham'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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Holden Cunningham Character Portrait: Erin Hill Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway

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As Anthony sat up on his bed, he wondered how, even on the worse day of summer, could he have had such a bad time already before the bonfire. He had slept for about 4 hours before being awaken by a nauseating, horrific dream which now he could barely remember. The night before, he had sent about... Two minutes or so at Erin's little celebration outside. He arrived, said hello to Erin and ate a smore before he could actually look around and notice the people talking, laughing, holding hands. Then his stomach felt cold, his heart started to race and he left without a word. It was not only hurtful how alone he was, amongst all those people who were close friends, it was somehow very agitating. Now, he had been up for two hours, tossing and turning, trying to relax or just close his eyes, which had remained fixated on the celling.

Once seated he tiredly ran one hand through his hair while reaching for his phone with the other. He quickly typed Erin a text. Hey girl scout. You gonna go to breakfast or just stay in the woods and live off of berries?
She probably wouldn't be awake just yet, he thought looking over to Holden's bed. He was actually really lucky to have him as a roommate. Carr felt safer, like this, Holden didn't ever bother him or really seem to mind his silence and the fact he had so little money. For example, he thanked God he didn't end up with someone like Daniel Ahn, cause something told him that guy being disgusted by the idea of breathing the same air as Anthony was a possibility. Plus, he genuinely liked Holden. He was never mean, not once. Honestly, that seemed rare. Silently standing up, Carr put on an old t-shirt and walked towards his desk. There was very little light coming in from the window, but it was enough for him to just spend sometime drawing, nothing specific, really. He wasn't particularly hungry, so unless Holden woke up or Erin answered his text, he would be skipping breakfast to stay in.

He let the pencil unconsciously run through the paper, creating circular, indistinct shape. As time went by, they took the form of flames, and under them, branches and grass. The bonfire. Anthony had spent almost all of his summers since he joined at Laurel. His mother preferred it like this, least expenses and he would be safer, really. Besides, he liked to have time to study, and didn't really want to give her any more work. So the bonfire was something he had always had the opportunity to attend, and he actually did the first three times. Once, when he was small, it had been relatively fun. He didn't know anyone really well, so it was normal for him to be a little bit lonely, but still, he enjoyed it. The seconds time around, he and most people had already realized him not having many friends wasn't something temporary. A year latter, he came on the hope that this time things would be different, but they really weren't. As much as the atmosphere really did change when all the others students were gone and only the Yearly stayed, one thing didn't: Carr was still a wallflower. To him, the bonfire had became something really uncomfortable and dreaded. People got together and laughed, talked, singed songs, reminding him he wasn't part of their world. It was something he had already accepted, it didn't even make him so sad anymore, but still he felt uncomfortable having it rubbed on his face. Nevertheless, as he drew the bonfire, and the shadowy silhouette of people around it, he couldn't help but smile. Maybe this year would be different. Maybe this year, when Erin once again started restlessly insisting he attended, he actually would. You never know, he told himself.

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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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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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The Breadbowl Staff




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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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Character Portrait: Holden Cunningham Character Portrait: Christine Garner

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Christine had finished up her lunch and exited the cafeteria. It seemed that everyone was catching up on things except her. She often enjoyed being by herself, since she didn't really have that feeling that someone was going to die soon whenever she was alone. Hearing about the bonfire tonight, she was extremely cautious about going but decided what the hell. What's the worst that could happen. Christine made her trek back into her room and started to unpack her bags, wasting time until the bonfire tonight. As she pulled out outfits for the bonfire, she looked to see which one she wanted to wear tonight for the bonfire.

'Hm.' She hummed to herself while having her eyes scanning over an outfit. She placed it to the side and patted it then proceeded back to unpacking. When she was done with that, she'd shower and brush her teeth then emerge herself from a steam filled bathroom with the scent of Apple Cinnamon swirling in the air. She sat down at her vanity area and applied on a little bit of makeup. Once that was completed, she placed on her clothes, which was nothing more than a pair of blue jean short shorts, a t-shirt that read boldly Sarcastic Me and a pair of converses.

Christine reviewed over herself in the mirror, tying her hair up in a ponytail then let a sigh before she made a swift exit from her room. She made her way down towards the bonfire, immediately grabbing herself a drink whenever she got there. She took a small sip then held her cup in hand while walking over to the fire, standing there and looking for some of her friends to talk to.



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Tyler stayed in his room for the majority of the day, posting videos on YouTube and even doing his blog. He heard his roommate Anthony stirring earlier this morning and just ignored the sounds but it was keeping him up, a little bit. Since he was up, he leaned over his bed, digging underneath it and pulling out his musical keyboard. He strummed his fingers through the keys, playing a few notes while humming, trying to find his pitch.

β™«These walls and all these picture framesβ™«Every name, they showβ™«These halls, I've walked a thousand timesβ™«Heartbreaks and Valentine'sβ™«Friends of mine all knowβ™«

Tyler sung softly in his room then heard a smothering of chatter outside of his room door. With a slight sigh, he threw himself off of his bed and went over to his door, asking the females engaging in conversation what was up. They eyed him and mentioned the bonfire tonight. A slight smile came over his lips as he nodded his head and gave them a thumbs up. Tyler went back into his room and rested his back against the door while wondering what was he going to wear tonight. But while pondering on that, he quickly ran and showered, lathing himself with his Axe body wash.

When came out from the bathroom, he had on nothing but a towel wrapped around him. He rummaged through his closet, basically saying no to almost everything he came across then held out on buttoned down shirt with a smirk. Tyler dressed himself in a blue buttoned down shirt, unbuttoning the sleeves and rolling them up while also placing on a pair of Khaki, cargo shorts, along with a pair of Sperry's. He looked himself over in the mirror before placing on his glasses and heading out towards the bonfire.

Tyler made it over the bonfire, grooving to the music like an idiot when he reached the grounds. It felt like all eyes were on him but he didn't care. Bonfires were meant for fun and that's what he intended to do. Have fun. When the song he was dancing to was over, he walked over and sat down on one of the logs as a female brought him over a drink, saying that she liked his moves with a wink and continued to strut off. He snickered lightly to himself while shaking his head. Luckily, no one really knows that he is gay. Yet.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Holden Cunningham Character Portrait: Rebecca Sayre Character Portrait: Anthony Carraway Character Portrait: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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Right now, this didn't seem like such a good idea anymore. Amonst the young boys and girls dancing and drinking, Anthony tripped on his own feet trying to keep up with Aimee while still uncertain he actually wanted to. He felt sweat running down the back of his neck and a chill up and down his body, and when Aimee asked him to rush, his only wish was to turn around and run like there was no tomorrow. Although her touch, reassuring him that he was not alone, did make things a little easier on him, his earlier excitement was now replace with a anxiety that boarded fear. "Aimee, slow down! I... Would you- Maybe we should just- Not good..." Carr mumbled under his breath, random words that were almost whispered and made no sense at all.

Staring at the night sky as he let Aimee guide him to the drinks table, he thought about this so called peak of his teenage years. Really, Erin and Aimee were everything he had, and he loved them deeply, but of he was being honest this wasn't exactly the dream of every teenage boy, or the young age epic adventure most people looked forward to. They couldn't be with him all of the time, and he couldn't blame them? Honestly, he pretty much just always wanted to stay in, hut in no way wanted to drag them down. So, as of right now, there was no way he could possibly say anything that would erase the wonderful smile Aimee had put on. Instead, he tried to swallow his discomfort and held the cup that was offered to him. He stared at it for a seconds, then drank the entire thing, making a strange face at Aimee and lifting his empty cup in the air. "To our peak!"

He turned his head once more to the stars in the dark night sky and, before he could understand or even notice what was going on, his shirt was soaking wet and Aimee was on the ground. After alternating between eyeing Lucas in surprise while he apologized and muttering some unintelligible apologies himself, he finally held Aimee's other hand to help lift her up. Then, as Lucas kept apologizing profusely, he took it upon himself to poor Aimee another drink, since her previous one was now splattered across his shirt, and one to himself as well. Maybe she was right, and this would make the night a lot easier. Even now, he found himself smiling slightly.





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As Becky approached the area where people started gathering for the bonfire, she could see the heads turning to face her, feel the not so discrete looks. This wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, actually, she was very accustomed to all this attention, she craved it. These were looks of all kinds. Lust, envy, awe. Anger. Fear. The various gazes ran up and down her bare legs, travelled along her golden waves of bright hair, some even dare explore her blue, piercing eyes. But she knew most of them looked to ask the same question. Rebecca Sayre is here. Then where's Nina? Becky had been to her room earlier that day, but wasn't able to find her there, so she had left a small note, written in her delicate calligraphy.

I saw it in the Breadbowl. Hope you're alright, honey. See you at the fire tonight.

She walked up to the table were the drinks were placed as soon as she came to poor herself some beer. It wasn't very cold - or expensive, she could tell by the flat taste - but it would have to do. A few Influentials approached her to ask where she had been all afternoon, but she quickly invented some excuse, not showing a lot of interest for what they had to say. She was too busy discretely searching around with her eyes, hoping to see Keevan. Truth is, she hadn't got anything for him, but something told her tonight had a little special present for them both. What would they say, she wondered, if they knew he was the one she was looking for? The thought amused her. Unfortunately the only person she could find was Trish, one of the younger influentials, handing over a glass of whatever to Tyler Cunningham. She winked at him, and Becky's eyes seemed to send her a dangerous warning. She approached both as Trish left, making sure the pair could hear her.

"Trish, darling, please don't be so desperate. Can't you see this young lad isn't interested? Let him be." she said quite amiably, not even turning to see the other girl's expression as she left. Then, she stared at Holden blankly with a odd smile on her face, taking large sips of her beer, with apparently no intention of saying one more word.

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: Aimee Hart Character Portrait: Keevan Brennan Character Portrait: Colin Dartonay Character Portrait: Lucas Long

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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!