Altered Tundra

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Blue Burns Orange — Hawthorne Heights — The Silence in Black and White - Reissue
The Mortician’s Daughter — Black Veil Brides — We Stitch These Wounds
Begging For Mercy — Bullet For My Valentine — Fever
Castle of Glass — Linkin Park — Living Things
Cat and Mouse — The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Jamie All Over — Mayday Parade — A Lesson in Romantics
Something’s Gotta Give — All Time Low — Future Hearts
I Remember — A Day to Remember — Common Courtesy (Deluxe Edition)
King Park — La Dispute — Wildlife
House of Gold — Twenty One Pilots — Vessels

CLOSED.

And I am officially done with my intros. It only took forever and a day.

CLOSED.

Location The wet grass
Interacting With: Tis _@WinterGrey
Time: 8:30am
Jackson's Outfit

Well this blowed. The activity fair was booming, and Jackson had no fucking idea what he was going to sign up for or what he was going to start at. Nothing really interested him that the school had to offer. He wasn’t really one for the variety of sports they offered - well, maybe except Wrestling, but the sort of wrestling that the Beverly Hills High Wrestling Team did wasn’t the style that Jackson liked. The kind he cared for was the one involving steel chair shots to the head, being powerbombed through a flaming table, and sometimes piledrived head-first on bare concrete; sometimes a steel ramp depending on the type of match. But not that amateur stuff. God, that was even more boring than hearing the Royals talk about their lives. So yeah, Jackson wasn’t really interested in doing much of anything when it came to school sports.

Still he roamed around hoping that something might happen.

Walking from table to table, hearing what these various clubs had to offer, Jackson did end up signing up for the Anime and Manga Club. You could blame it on whatever, but the fact of the matter was that Jackson needed something to take his free time since Rhett was probably going to be too busy campaigning for the King Bee. Jackson would help him, of course. Rhett would win with Jackson’s help too; however, Jackson knew there would be a void left when — not if — but when he won. That’s why he decided to just sign up for a club that wouldn’t be the most annoying. Besides, he has a love for anime and manga, so it couldn’t be too bad, right?

After he signed up, the person at the table told him thank you. “Yeah, see ya there, I guess.” Jackson shrugged, gave a smile, and walked away.

He decided that one club was enough, so he would mentally decide to himself that he would leave the fair. As he would reach where he was left off from Rhett, he would see a rather familiar - if not just a bit “out there” - blonde approach him. However, he didn’t notice it in time as he had got knocked into. Hard. They both fell to the ground, and Jackson cursed to himself loudly. It was loud enough to be heard by several people who might’ve been walking by the two blondes on the ground.

“What the fuck!?” Jackson cursed. His hat fell off his head, and to the ground in front of him. His strawberry hair obscured his view. He pushed it back with his right hand. He looked beside him, and it clicked. “Of course.”

It was Atlantis Strang. She hardly left anything to the imagination. You could tell how fit she was, how round her curves were. Athletic and short. She was shorter than Jackson was, yet she seemed to be taller just by how lean she was. Jackson had to remind himself multiple times a day every time he saw Tis that he was solely focused on Eve. Regardless if the latter chick didn’t even know who he was, he wanted her…

But damn it, why did Tis have to have a nice rack.

“Oh hey Tis.” Jackson said, trying all he could not to look at her tits(it was hard..no not THAT, but you know). Most people wouldn’t understand what the fuck she was saying. Up to a point last year, Jackson didn’t either, but he picked up on things. Plus, the way she talked wasn’t all that different from skaters. Jackson picked up on a few things here and there. “Like you’re one to talk. You got enough blonde hair there to make a Donald Trump wig.” This was how they were. She would throw some surfer lingo at him, and he would respond with pop culture references. Talk about a weird, two-way street of a friendship, right?

Location Singh House → The Road → Beverly Hills High Campus
Interacting With: Family → Pokemon GO App → Sierra Jameson(looking from afar) _{@Dirty Pretty Lies}
Time: 6:00am - 8:30am
Jay’s Outfit

Summer had been long, hot, but it was equally as enjoyable for one Jason Ravindra Singh. Most of it was spent indoors playing Playstation. It wasn’t ideal for what someone of his age should have been doing for the summer, especially since the temperature had been fairly decent on some days. His mother urged him to go outside at least once a week. He protested mildly, but it ended when his father chimed in.

So, there were fewer days that Jay spent in his room, on his Playstation 4, and talking to and playing with Nightingale. It was noticeable for sure. Whenever Jay had to explain why he was going to be offline, Jay could recall the disappointment in her voice, but she of course knew about his father. She knew about his mother, Erin, and she knew about how annoyed he got at his younger sister, Kareena. Nightingale knew that Jay’s father was tough on him. Granted Girisha was reasonable on some things, but others not so much. That of course meaning that Jason had to be out and about doing something. It didn’t matter what he did, but as long as he did something, and wasn’t in his room all the time.

But the thing was that Jason Singh didn’t have a lot of friends. He had some, of course, but no more than the amount on both hands. Even then, the total amount of friends that he at least hung out with in his real life was less than five. The ones that he did spend most of his mandatory couple of hours away from his gaming console were childhood friends of his that also had the same setup from their parents. What friends to have right?

Well, at least the summer was over, and Jay could use the excuse of being in his room all day on his homework from school. If not, Jason would think of something. At the very least, he would be able to blame it on something.

Speaking of school, orientation started today. Jay got up at six in the morning just like his father made him every day during the summer. Today was no different. Jason had gotten up, picked out an outfit for the day, took a ten minute shower like he usually did, brushed his teeth, and had breakfast. Today, Girisha decided to make breakfast. Usually it was his mother, but it seemed father was feeling generous this morning.

“Good morning Father.” Jay said, walking into the kitchen.

“Ah, morning honey.” His mother Erin said sweetly, giving Jay a kiss and a hug.

“Morning Jason.” Girisha gave a nod and a hug as well.

Seeing his mother, Erin, and his father, Girisha tag-teaming breakfast, Jay sniffed a few times inwardly. “]What smells so good?” Jay asked, taking a whiff of the aroma in the air of the kitchen.

“That would be your father’s doing.” Erin giggled.

“Masala Chai and Besan Chili.” Girisha said.

“When will it be done?”

“In just a few minutes.” Erin said. As Jay would take a seat, she looked to him. “So, Orientation today, huh? You excited?”

“I guess.” Jay shrugged, half-frowning.

“Why the long face? It’s a brand new year. You should be excited like your sister.” Erin said.

As if like clockwork, Kareena came in a light pink crop top, and blue jean shorts that clearly were the bare minimum of length. Her features showed and all Jay - along with Girisha - could do was shake their heads. Obviously something that Jay picked up from his father. She had on a golden-brown belt, and a pair of matching strapless wedges.

Girisha didn’t say anything to his daughter’s choice of attire. He tried so many times to get her to wear decent clothes, but she wasn’t having it. So, he wouldn’t bother anymore. “Breakfast is ready.” Girisha simply said, ignoring his daughter almost completely.

“Not hungry. I’m having Patty pick me up. “ Kareena was about to head off.

“Sit. Down.” Girisha said firmly. His voice spiked a few volumes, but it was the way he said it that struck fear into her body. She didn’t fight him, or say anything at all. She just sat down, and ate her breakfast. Everyone else did as well

After about twenty minutes or so, everyone had finished their breakfast. It was in this time that Girisha said goodbye to his family as he would take off to work for the day. He hugged his children, kissed them on the forehead, and gave Erin a hug, and kiss on the lips. As he left, Erin noticed the time was escaping her, and she would offer a ride to Jay and Kareena to drop them off at school. They both agreed, and they were off.

Along the way, Kareena kept on texting her friends, all the while Jay had been checking his Pokemon GO app. He was one of the many that chose Team Mystic. Another person he knew that chose Team Mystic was Nightingale. He knew she lived in the same state that he did, but exactly where he didn’t. Only that, when he checked his Pokemon GO App, he saw that not only was she on, but she was near him. “Wait what?” Jay said a bit too loudly.

“What’s wrong, dork?” Kari asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Whatever.”

Jay thought his phone was glitching, so he turned it off and on again. When it had turned back on, he opened the app up again. He saw that Nightingale was still in the area. Okay, so it wasn’t a glitch. Nightingale is in Beverly Hills. Not only that, but she was nearby. Jay tried looking out the window, but there were people passing by in too large of numbers, and too many cars around to give him any kind of hint of who Nightingale might be. Jay had no choice but to wait until he got to school. Which wasn’t long since only five minutes later, he and Kareena were dropped off. Jay gave his mom a kiss, and grabbed his bag.

Not wasting any time, Jay went back to the Pokemon Go App. He saw the name of Nightingale. She was here. She was at Beverly Hills High. Not only that, but she was in the Activity Fair. Jason’s glance from his phone and his surroundings was never constant. He saw Nightingale’s name, but in real life, there were so many people. He couldn’t possibly know where she was. It was like trying to find a needle cleverly hidden within haystack that was bleached silver. Only by actually running into her did he stand a chance of finding his online best friend.

Jay went into the fair of people. His social anxiety was acting up, but it didn’t bother him. Just a few seconds later, he saw her. No, not Nightingale, but the other her. “Sierra Jameson.” Jay said, his heart starting to increase its steady pace of beating.

How many times had he watched her from afar? How many times had he wished that he would just walk up to her, introduce himself, and maybe strike up a conversation? How many times had he wished he had even half enough balls to say a simple ‘hello’ that he had online when he would say the most racist jokes to Nightingale? It was like when he saw her, regardless if she was wearing those comic book T’s and some raggedy pair of jeans that somehow didn’t make her look any less beautiful as when she glammed it up with gothic-inspired skirts and shirts that barely left anything to the imagination, he felt all of those multi-colored butterflies flap away in his gut, and any notions of actually walking up to her were rendered useless.

But Jay was feeling different today. He had something in him that wanted to go over there. And he was almost going to do it if not for the rush of people around him. Increased social anxiety overtook any notion to introduce oneself to their four-year-long crush. So, instead, Jay turned around. He walked away from the view of Sierra in her checkered skirt and black sleeveless shirt. He turned away from her beauty, and went to one of the tables.

This was Jay’s high school life from freshmen year all the way to now. He thought he was going to talk to her, but fear of the surroundings and the moment set in, and he retreated like the coward he was. If only Mockingjay could be like how he was on the internet. If only..

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

Location: Entering the Banquet Hall → Finding seats while under terrible social anxiety pressure
Interacting With: Each other _{@McHaggis @Altered Tundra}
Dante’s Outfit | Andy’s Outfit

The Spartan Race was a bit of a disaster for Dante. He had one match and it would be a rope-climbing one, wouldn’t it? Added to that, Dante was against Avery, the daughter of Hera. If that wasn’t bad enough, Dante still couldn’t shake off after-effects of the freezing temperature. Or so he thought. To think it was all an illusion. Dante couldn’t believe it - he still couldn’t. It just furthered it into his mind that he should not partake in school-sanctioned events. If only it wasn’t required, that Spartan Race.

“Well, at least it’s over now. “ Dante said, shivering in slight delight.

When it came to the evening, he was just as nervous as he was for the Spartan Race. Similar reasons were the cause of this. There were people around at The Arena and there were people here at the Banquet Hall. The only difference was that Dante could at least find some solace in his company. He was escorting his sister to the Banquet. He would have offered to take Lissie, but he somehow felt that maybe she was mad at him. Or something was wrong. Regardless, she hinted that she was going with someone else, so Dante would try to reach out to his sister.

“Are you ready to go in, Andy?” Dante asked her. They were still outside, yet to enter the large Banquet Hall. Both of them seemed to be pretty nervous.

“No,” Andy admitted. She clung to her purse for support as if it would be snatched up by a stiff wind or a son of Hermes, an orange dress with shoulders bare and no shadows to wrap around her like a shawl like she would at home. They were just as shy as she was. “I feel like I need to go back to my room and have a nice sleep on the couch –– even if it’s not really deserved.”

Despite going up against someone Frightening and Large and Mean, she had won, if only by default. It was scary enough refusing to step any further on a tightrope in front of an audience, so much so that sixteen year old her couldn’t do it; seventeen year old her couldn’t do it and eighteen year old her nearly fainted from the disappointed glance from her tutors, but she hadn’t fallen off. Andy just hadn’t done anything.

“I’m sure nobody will actually look at us too hard,” Andy said as reassuringly as possible.

“I sure hope not.” Dante’s fear of socializing and being watched started to set in. “Maybe it’s not too late to leave.” Dante was really considering leaving, but then the image of his roommate, Felicity, popped into his head. He didn’t want to be the focus of most peering eyes, but he also didn’t want to think that she would think of him differently if he couldn’t do this. “On second thought, maybe it is too late.” Dante let out something of a sigh. He rubbed his temples. “Okay, all we got to do is walk in, put on fake smiles, and find our table. We can do that right?” Dante looked Andy for some reassurance.

Andy nodded and after fixing up her dress to make sure the low neckline was more modest than it should have been, she took a few wobbly steps forward in her short heels. “Right.” Together they walked into the obnoxiously loud Banquet Hall where all the students of Olympus Academy gathered. It was clear where to go to: there was the side for sitting, and the side for–“Oh no…”–ballroom dancing.

“I don’t want to dance,” Andy muttered under her breath, near paralyzed with fear.

That same fear was set into Dante’s mind. He didn’t want to dance either. Nope, he wasn’t going to, unless there was someone that would make him want to dance.. “We don’t have to unless they make us.” Dante tried his best to give Andy some reassurance. Hell, he tried to give himself some reassurance. Anything to put the fear of being watched or around people in general to rest.

Not even the sound of the Headmaster’s good cheer could turn Andy’s frown of pure distress into anything more positive as she hurried (as well as she could while clumsy from her dress) down the aisle of teachers with Dante. “We go to Olympus Academy. They might well do. This is Dad’s family we’re talking about.” After near tripping over her own two feet twice, they made it to end of the charade. Andy could see relief approaching: an empty table, eight chairs around it. “I’d rather go to a rave than this – at least then they might not see my face.”

“I heard that there is one tonight. I’m not sure, though. I think I heard Laurel Price talk about it.” Dante looked at Andy. He was trying to give his younger sister some peace in mind. “Maybe that’ll help you find peace so you won’t have to dance at the Banquet.”

“It’s not optional.” Dante heard The Headmistress say as they passed her. He shook her hand, but could not shake the feeling of wanting to run for the hills. “The Ballroom dance is a staple here, and no one can get out of it. You will dance.” Antonia said with fierce intimidation. Dante was one more moment from crumbling in front of this woman. How could someone so short strike such a large fear into him? She was terrifying.

“Oh. Right.”

Andy’s eyes immediately dropped to her shiny silver shoes, darting up only once to meet Dante’s. She wasn’t sure what to say to the Headmistress – ‘nothing’ appeared to be the only correct answer – so she carefully landed her hand on her (half-)brother’s elbow and guided them with some haste away from the woman.

“Olympus Academy,” she said quietly, looking over her shoulder once they reached the table as if the teacher could still hear them. “Sadists, the lot of them.” Andy didn’t particularly want to dance with anyone in the room, if only because she didn’t want to inflict anyone with her presence for longer than they could put up with her for.

“I’m sure we can find someone willing to shuffle about like zombies on the dancefloor with us.” Andy paused thoughtfully. “Is that comment considered ‘insensitive’ if I’m a Hades kid, or ‘ironic’?”

Dante could not hold in a laugh when Andy said that. He wasn’t one for laughing. Especially not when it came to being around people, but he couldn’t contain it. That comment was such an ironic thing. Both he and Andy were the children of the Death God, so to imply that she would want people to dance like zombies really did bring some kind of morbid humor to things.

“I think more the latter.” Dante said.

He led them to the buffet table - or whatever the fancy people wanted to call it - and they would get their food. Dante would just stick to some cheese, crackers, and some meat. Andy, on the other hand, contemplated faking an illness, anything that would get her out of it. But of course, the staff of the academy had surely prepared for that eventuality, expecting some of their students to be completely opposed to public embarrassment.

What Are You Listening To?

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Star Crossed — Scary Kids Scaring Kids — Scary Kids Scaring Kids
The Document Speaks For Itself — A Day to Remember — Common Courtesy (Deluxe Edition)
Waiting — The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus — Don't You Fake It (Deluxe Edition)
Sleepwalking — Bring Me the Horizon — Sempiturnal (Deluxe Edition)
To the End — My Chemical Romance — Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge
Medicated — Funeral For A Friend — Welcome Home Armageddon
Wicked Game - Chris Issak Cover — Stone Sour — Come What[ever] May
Take Me — Papa Roach — Getting Away With Murder
The Few That Remain — Set Your Goals featuring Hayley Williams of Paramore — This will be the Death of Us
On the Backs of Angels — Dream Theater — A Dramatic Turn of Events

Post Your Pikcha

Posted a photo on here years ago, may as well do an update.

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@Kangaroo

And so there is finally a face to the name. :D

Your Current Mood in One GIF

CLOSED.

Location: Sweet bed → Kitchen with the annoying fam → Streets and the Store → Going to Hell School
Interacting With: Ely _{@lovely complex}; Annoying fam; Poppy at the end _{@MissCapnCrunch}
Time: 7:00am - whenever the fucking orientation begins.
Jade’s Outfit of the Day | Ely’s Outfit of the Day

“Oh fuck me Jesus.” she groaned annoyingly.

All Jade wanted to do was sleep as much of the early morning as she possibly could, but someone just had to have their alarm go off bright and early. And it wasn’t just any alarm, but the belching screams of that monkey, Goku from Dragon Ball Z. Why did Jackson have such a loud alarm clock? The walls weren’t thin by any means, so did that goofball think it was appropriate to have that loud of an alarm clock alert? Of course he did because he’s an obnoxious little shit. So Jade banged against the wall about as hard as she could. Not realizing it, she banged too hard. There was a crack in the wall’s foundation. Whoops.

And so Jade let the next hour pass her by, snoring her cares away.

And so Jade woke up to the sounds of her door banging. She groaned, looking at her own alarm clock. It said it was seven. Oh well, apparently there was only so long that she could sleep before either her uncle or aunt decided for her that it was time to wake up. She groaned again, lifting her surprisingly heavy.

“Fucking hells.” Jade was up, but she didn’t want to be. If she could help it, she would prefer not to go to that pointless orientation today. So what if they had sign up for classes and meet their classmates? Jade didn’t partake in most school-sanctioned activities, anyway. The only thing she would possibly do would be the dances, but even those tend to be pretty lame.

She had been sitting in her bed, dressed in nothing but a pair of red sweats, and a black tank. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there. Last time she checked her clock, it read just past seven. As she went to it once more, it was now 7:10am. As if like clockwork, Jade heard another bang on her door.

“Time to get up!” she heard her Aunt Riley say.

Jade sighed. “Yeah, yeah - I heard you ten minutes ago.” Jade somewhat lied. She did hear Riley, but she didn’t really register.

As Jade rounded her bed, and went to her closet, she lazily grabbed a few items of clothing. She didn’t know what she picked out or if it would match, but she didn’t care. Jade just wanted to get dressed, and get this day over with already. Undressing, slid off her pajamas and started putting on her outfit of the day. Within this outfit was a Led Zeppelin shirt, short black shorts, an oversized blue flannel jacket, and her trademark black sunglasses. She looked like a 90s bum, but she really didn’t give two flying shits.

Jade grabbed her phone, and book bag. As she was about to make her way out of her room, she saw Ely just chilling on the edge of her window, blowing a bubble with her bubblegum. “Ever heard of the door, bitch? Comes in handy when coming to another person’s house.”

With her black beanie, shades, one earbud in, which blared Do Not Look Down by MESHUGGAH, and her simple grunge look, Elysia Fable stared at her friend while chewing her gum modestly. Best believe she wouldn’t chew like some damn cow, but she would blow hella big bubbles. Respect. Her skateboard stuck out of her dark purple Journey backpack, her shorts were a bit on the skimpy side, and her jean jacket held her black case for cigs, but they lacked cigs. She needed to get cigs. Her black heeled foot moved up and down with the angry, metal screamo song coursing in her mind, as she apathetically responded to her friend (not really replying to her comment of entering through the front door), “We should go to the store.”

Hopping off the ledge, Ely nonchalantly strolled beside the one girl that probably ‘got her’ in this entire damn country (her faith in people were limited). Her morning was a rather simple one. Just fifthteen minutes ago she woke up on a park bench. Her park bench. The one by that lake. Fuck, what was the lake called again? She could feel it just waiting to roll off her tongue. Something with an F? Fuckin-lake-that-she-couldn’t-remember-the-name-of. Yeah, she’ll go with that. There was a specific bench she took a liking to, which was by a dankass lake and had a great view of the sunrise. EITHER WAY, she woke up on that bench because many nights she would rather sleep there than some stupid house that she wanted to burn to the ground. Fuck that house. The previous night she went to a college party that her brother didn’t want to go alone to. His friends were peer pressuring him to take a break from studies and even Ely encouraged him to let loose. He had a major case of bad anxiety. She could still feel that awesome ecstasy in her veins - but what the hell happened to all her damn cigarettes?! She just bought a goddamn new pack last night. “So yeah, babe, we should be outtie.”

“Yeah for sure. Let me just go tell my annoying uncle and auntie that I’m up.” Jade said, already dreading going out to the kitchen.

She really didn’t get why she had to stay with these fucking idiots? They all were bizarre and had weird family traditions. Jade often found it difficult to believe that she was related to them, Jackson specifically. How could someone so normal-looking be a guy with the most outrageously-obnoxious personality.

“Hey, El, you totally want to freak out my uncle and aunt?” Jade looked at Ely. It was the look when nothing but bad ideas were brewing up in that blonde hair-filled noggin of hers..

Taking off her shades, her eyes a demonic red, since Ely loved to spice up her green orbs with weird ass colors, she hooked her glasses on her tank and let her lips curve subtly. Not a full-on smile, since Ely smiling was a rather weird occurrence, but enough to express that she was all ears, “Yeah. I’m down.”

With a wicked laugh, Jade kind of tugged Ely’s arm, pulling the blonde girl with her. They exited her room, and walked down the hallway. Jade heard her uncle and aunt talking. She couldn’t make it out exactly, but they were loud(obviously, just look at who their son was). When they turned the corner leading from the hallway to the kitchen, Jade gave Ely a wink with her usual Lilith-influenced smirk. That’s when Jade stuck her hand straight into Ely’s very short shorts, grabbing a nice handful of her plump ass.

This however was far too simple. Far too slow for Ely (especially since she was itchin’ to smoke). So while Jade touched her ass, Ely twirled her friend in front of her and aggressively planted a rough kiss on those luscious lips that many people have had the pleasure of touching. While directing her backwards into the kitchen, Ely’s right hand ran through the beautiful, golden locks of her friend’s as their chests pressed up against each other. They made out straight into the kitchen, until Jade’s ass bumped (or slammed) into a chair.

“Oh Ja--” Leo had absentmindedly began to say when he saw what exactly Jade - and her female companion - were doing. His mouth went open. His eyes were wide, and looked to his wife who had thus gotten dressed as compared to earlier.

“Jade..what is this?”

Looking to her Uncle Leo and Aunt Riley, Jade smiled, returning Ely’s kiss with one of her own. All the while, Jade was eying her uncle and aunt. As if showing them exactly what it was. When she broke from Ely, she shrugged. “You guys know Ely, right?” Jade said, a bubble on her face that was Ely’s gum. She popped it.

“Yes, we know…her.” Riley had said with disdain in her voice. “You’re the one who corrupted my angel of a son.” Riley said with bitter anger towards Ely. To her surprise, eyes widening, she hear that not only did Leo start laughing, but Jade joined him. Obviously they disagreed.

“Because of me, your boy is fearless. I’d like to think I did ya a service, ma’am.” Ely slowly started backing to the door, while continuing her jab, “Don’t worry, MILF. He enjoyed it, I can promise you that. There’s worst wolves out there than a bitch like me. Now he’ll be prepared for ‘em.” She let out a howl, while giving Jackson’s mother a challenging stare. Her red gaze deeply looked into the authority figure’s eyes with nothing but uprising written on her face, “I guess that’s my cue to leave.” She winked at Jackie Boy’s parents, swung the door open making it SLAM into the wall, and took a bow. In that same moment, Riley took the glass in her hand, and threw it angrily at Ely, barely missing her head, and hitting the door. Glass spread all around Ely.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Riley exploded at Ely. Leo looked at her, slowly took two large steps, gesturing Jade to leave as well.

“Might want to clean that up. Good throw though.” Ely shrugged and acknowledged Riley’s skills, before whistling her way out the house and onto the street, Jade not far behind her.

On the street, Jade couldn’t hold in her laughter and her wide smile. “Now that was hella fun, girl. You totally got to her. And my uncle was just like--” Jade mockingly made the same expression Leo had, “oh god, what have they done?”--she said impersonating her uncle. “Shit, I wish we could have done more with that. Could you imagine what they would have done if we were naked…” The curl of a twisted smile formed on her rose-colored lips.

With a straight face, Ely dropped her skateboard to the ground and planted her left foot on it, “Aw babe, at least take me out to dinner first.” She kicked off and glided around the area, close by her friend, listening to her attentively. Her ipod was shuffling through a bunch of LOUD, hardcore music. Just the right jams to wake up to in the morning. Making a quick figure eight around her dynamite of a best friend, she eagerly inquired, “How ‘bout that store?”

With her skateboard back in her bag, the rebellious blonde with piercing red eyes exited the convenient store, repeatedly hitting the top of her pack against the heel of her hand. Gotta’ make sure her poison burns longer, you know? Taking the top part of the plastic wrap off, she shoved the garbage into her butt pocket - not one for littering - and yanked it open, desperately. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! (There is no god). Lifting the box close to her face, she pushed out a smoke and placed it in between her lips with great satisfaction. Ely let it rest there while she transferred the rest of her cigarettes into her personal leather case that usually resided in her chest pocket. Once she was done crumpling the box, she slipped it into her bag, which most definitely had a bunch of other garbage just chillen’ in it as well. Taking her matches out of her right pocket, she burned one and lit her addiction. Her red orbs gleamed as they stared into the flame. Shaking the match, Ely kept it in the pinch of her fingers so that it may cool off, while her other hand took her cancer stick out after a long, very long, like… dude she needed this long… drag.

While Ely had gotten herself a pack of Luckies (Lucky Strike), Jade had gotten her a bag of Cool Ranch Dorito chips. She began snacking on a couple over the course of the following couple of minutes. She rather liked these above most flavors. Though, Jade does like the nacho cheese flavor. The aftereffects on her fingers are the best part. She loves licking them off finger by finger. She sucks on them for minutes at a time. Jade loves to suck.

Blowing smoke away from her friend’s face, Ely bluntly inquired, “Who you plan on fucking? It would be mad awk if we were after the same cookie crisps.” Bringing her eyes to the sky, she yawned, “But if the cookie wants to dip in two glasses of milk, I’m pretty chill with that.”

“Ely, you’re a whore.” Jade said bluntly, laughing. “But so am I.” she said, kind of half-shrugging. “I really don’t know who I want to have their sausage dipped into my gravy. Definitely not that asswipe Jareth. Last year was bad enough.” Jade shivered with anger at the thought of getting with Jareth again; though she wouldn’t mind hooking up a few more times. Jade kind of missed the way he touched her skin. If only he wasn’t such an oversensitive pussy. “That McMillian guy is kind of hot. A bit nerdy and totally a dumbass, but I could hit that. Oh, and Ghost. I’m definitely going to try and get that hot sausage link.” Jade licked her lips at the thought of that one. “What about you? Which entree are you gonna fancy?”

Flicking some ashes to the ground, Ely muttered, “Whores attract whores.” She hadn’t told Jade yet that she tasted Jareth’s sausage, multiple times after she broke his heart. What better time than now? Not one to lie behind her friend’s back, the royal fuck up let out a monotone chuckle, “You put him through the wringer and I’m his rebound. I can see why you didn’t stick.” Taking another drag, Ely’s stare was calm, as if she knew if her friend wanted to slap her, she could handle it, and even if she didn’t, that just meant both her and Jade shared a similar mindset. “Dude, if you can steal Niles’ virginity, because let’s be honest, I doubt he’s gotten laid, I’d do something real stupid for you. That kid is a walkin’ disaster. I feel sorry for the lil’ shit. Walking to a stop sign, she pressed her cigarette against it, and added, “Ghost, huh? That is a porno waiting to happen. He’s fuckin’ hot.”

“Jar is as much of a whore as we are. I just hope he wasn’t as whiny with you as he was with me. That would kind of suck - and not in the good way, either.” Jade said with a chuckle. “Niles IS a disaster, but have you seen that bod? Surprise of the day, for sure. Alex - I mean Ghost - is someone I just want to put my hands all over. Film me up, Ely!” Jade said with a bad Star Trek reference.

Noticing some random person’ recycle bin, she decided to flick her cigarette butt into it. Ely also took this moment to throw away all garbage in her pockets and backpack - which was a lot. From Monster drink cans, to gum wrappers, to this crumbled paper airplane, to some razor shit she probably shouldn’t even have in her bag… yeah. Goodbye garbage! Perhaps you’ll come back into this world as something else? That’s what recycling was for. As she emptied her backpack, she ‘answered’ Jade’s question, “The peeps I have my eyes on are the timid, shy ones. The ones I want to drive wild. Can you guess ‘em?” She stuck out her tongue, curious to see how well her best friend knew her.

Jade had to think about it. She had an idea about who it was, but shit she didn’t want to be right. She knew who those quiet ones were at school. God, she was even related to one of them. If she was right about that one, Jade might either burst into uncontrollable laughter or raise her eyebrow at her easy friend. “I fucking swear, Ely, if you’re talking about my other cousin..” Jade let out a large sigh, “he’s kind of a loner, you know that, right? Jason, I mean. I don’t hang with him much, but you know he’s got this big thing for Si. It’s pretty obvious. My Aunt Erin even knows it.” Jade said, crumpling up her empty bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, and tossing them into the recycle bin. “But seriously, it’s not Jay is it?” Jade looked to Ely as if looking for a shake of the head. That would ease her troubles on the matter for sure.

Her red orbs glinted deviously and even though her lips did not rise, there was an internal grin within her, as the blonde with the beanie teased, “I’m just shittin’ with you, baby. I knew you’d think of him first. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” If Ely allowed herself to laugh more often, these would be one of those moments. Instead, she let out a light ‘meh’, “People bore me, but thanks for telling me who you’d bang.” Giving a mischievous wink, she led the way down the street.

“You teasing slut.” Jade scoffed, “and here I thought you actually were gonna let me in on who you wanna bang.” Obviously she wasn’t. What a tease. At least when Jade teased others, she got paid for it. Ely was just doing it for the fun of it. “Well whoever it is, I just hope you don’t degrade yourself and go for someone below your standards. I mean, I know you have pretty low standards, but I can think of at least five that are even lower than Jackson.” Jade laughed, shoving her hands into the deep pockets of her flannel jacket.

Sticking her hands in her pockets, letting her thumbs hook on the outside of her jean shorts, Ely glanced over at her friend for an instant in silence before disagreeing, “JB may be an idiot, but he isn’t a bad guy.” She let that settle in before continuing, “You may be a hussy, but that doesn’t make you ‘low’ standards. Not to me, at least. Men and women alike would be lucky to to date you two. If I’m fuckin’ anyone, it’s gonna be people I see good in.” Locking eyes with her friend’s stare, she concluded, “Standards are subjective.”

Jade shrugged to the comment about Jackson. “I guess he isn’t. He’s just a fucking pain sometimes, especially when that alarm of his goes off. Ugh, I have to bang on the wall every morning at six in the fucking morning. Thank the fucking Gods that you don’t have to wake up to that.” she said, groaning. “You see too much good in people. Especially those that might not even have it.” Jade said, sounding surprisingly somber.

“And you see too little.” Ely lowly replied. Her life would never compare to Jade’s, but in every darkness, there was a light. Ely’s darkness was her father, but she did have her light, her mother… until her mother died. Even with how much she allowed the thought of her stupid-mother-fucking-dad get to her, her mother still lived within her - she had to constantly remind herself that. Plus, the late Primrose Fable went through the trouble of getting her daughter a camera before she left this world. That can’t go to waste! Maybe one of these days she’ll compile all the pictures she has with Jade and give it to her as a gift to make her smile. There was also Brandon, who was very much like her mother. He was a damn hard worker and such a soft soul at heart (also handsome AS FUCK). As long as her brother and Jade needed her, Ely could continue on. They meant more to her than she would ever admit.

Call Ely an optimist or whatever bullshit label there was but she believed her friend deserved a chance at happiness. The main problem with that was… only the negative blared out to Jade. Like how her brother constantly fought anxiety and doubt, Jade’s life made her soul crumble to the ground and cause her to believe that happiness was not a thing. Happiness could never exist. Not for a girl like her.

Maybe she’ll find someone who can show her the good things in life? Ely wasn’t planning on committing herself to someone anytime soon (or ever). Love was fucking terrifying. Either way, until Jade found someone to clear her cobwebs and her sorrows, Ely would be there by her side. Bringing the hand closest to Jade out of her pocket, she gently nudged her friend’s cheek, her stare conveying only concern, “You’re beautiful, you know that right, Jade?”

Jade immediately flinched back. She stepped back a couple of feet, eyes half-widened as she looked at Ely. Jade wasn’t sure what to say to that gesture nor the words that Ely spoke. “W-what’s that supposed to mean? Of course I do,” Jade said still a bit freaked out by what Ely just did. “You didn’t have to say it like that though.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Just wanted to make sure you knew that.” Huffing to herself, still having a bit to learn about making her friend feel fully comfortable with her, Ely, who was now frustrated, decided to get another smoke out. Changing the subject, not wanting Jade to brood too long on her gesture, Ely grumbled, “Assembly’s over. Prob should head to school.” With her cigarette in her mouth, she uttered, “Don’t got anything better to do. Might as well raise hell or somethin’.”

“I guess since there’s nothing else to do here.” Jade sighed.

While she didn’t want to go to school, there wasn’t anything for her to do. Perhaps, at least at school, Jade and Ely would be able to find some fun to get into. Maybe something good, maybe something bad, but surely something fun.

As they strolled onto the campus of Beverly Hills High, Jade sighed annoyingly. People were around all smiling and acting all happy. “Oh yay, they’re here to sign up for clubs and catch up with their friends. OH EM GEE - they must have so much to talk about.” Jade scoffed about everyone around. She made a gagging gesture with her mouth and hand. She couldn’t stand these things, and even worse, she couldn’t stand seeing all of the fucking preps acting like they owned the fucking place.

Lightbulb! With everyone being at the fair, that meant the halls were practically empty… which meant Ely could totally skate everywhere and do tricks for shits and giggles. “That means they’re distracted. I bet one of those dweebs forgot to close their locker. And even if they did, we can fuckin’ jam em. The hallways belong to us!” For someone who lacked humorous expressions, Ely’s tone sure was excited. Leading the way, she threw the door open and dropped her skateboard on the ground making a loud ‘clap’ noise. “I’ll race you to that fountain that has a penis on it. I’m pretty sure it’s in a Niner hall, but whatever. First one there gets to grab the other’s tits!”

“Are you trying to make me lose on purpose, you whore.” Jade snickered, running after Ely. Even if the offer was tempting, Jade Riley Taylor would never lose on purpose. Though, if she was honest with herself, losing wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen today. Regardless, Jade would not lose this race especially if it meant that she would be able to grab those beautiful tits of Ely’s.

As much as Ely felt positive she was going to win, she didn’t expect the school to add new shit. Taking a swift left into the next hall, there was an oddly placed vending machine, which hit the edge of her board, causing her to spin out, giving Jade the lead. Going with the flow, she pushed herself back into the proper direction, and sped forward, adding an inward heel flip before she was right on her friend’s tail.

Jade heard the sounds of Ely’s board reverberate through the halls. That cheating bitch. Jade didn’t have a board; even if she did, Jade wasn’t one for skateboards. Still, she had to make sure she won. Jade wouldn’t forgive herself if she lost. So, as she ran, about five feet ahead of her, she saw a trashcan. It was perfect. Jade turned to a backwards run for a half-second, and pushed the trashcan, seeing it roll towards Ely. Jade stuck her tongue out at her friend teasingly, and turned her body back around on one step, and ran for hell. She would yell excitedly as she did so.

Okay, so what if she was using a board? Ely knew if she was running, Jade would pull shit like this anyways. Damn girl was a ruthless winner. But that wouldn’t stop Ely from giving her bae a run for her money. The trash can came rollin’ in at the speed of lightning. Nah man, really it was at a steady enough speed for the rebel to see it coming in slow motion, giving her enough time to ollie in the air. When she leapt into the air, she saw Jade turn the next corner. Goddamit. Gonna have to step on it. With reckless abandon, Ely kicked off multiple times to make sure she was going dangerously (and I mean it) fast. Turning the corner making her wheels screech at the the corner, she saw Jade, who was stopped by a teacher and getting reprimanded from running. KARMA BITCH. Speeding passed her, the relaxed blonde gave a thumbs up toward her friend.

“Yeah, yeah, I he--”

“Get dem titties ready~” Ely cooed.

“Oh that fucking cunt.” Jade took off, not caring what consequences it may have for her later on.

The teacher yelled, “HEY YOU!” Ignored. Speeding forward, Ely went toward the stairway and with no care in the world, she popped her board and grinded on the railing, heading downstairs to the basement where the niner hall and cafeteria were. Leaping off the railing before it turned, she hopped off her board, kicked it in the air, and grabbed it with her right hand. It’s running time!

Jade saw Ely go towards the stairs. Though she was running, she thought to herself, wait a minute, she’s going the long way. Jade knew this school like the back of her sinful hands. She knew a quicker way to the freshmen halls. It most certainly wasn’t down that flight of stairs. No, this one was straight, then hooking the first right, and then a left. So, that’s what Jade did. She went straight, then on the first right turn, she took it. As she took that left, there was a left turn not even ten yards away, and she took it.

Fast-forward a few minutes, and Jade intercepted Ely, roughly nudging her skater friend into one of the lockers. “Tough luck, lover.” Jade stuck her tongue, and did a ‘suck it’ gesture with her hands against where her legs met. After that, Jade took off running with the goal in sight. She was primed to win.

“You fuckin’ asswipe.” Ely observed her surroundings while running. Her friend in the lead. The fountain at the end. And a…. WHAM! A locker slammed right into Ely’s face, “Holy mother of hell. Jesus-fucking-christ-oh-mighty.” She put her hand on her face, checking to see if her nose was bleeding. Nah. Good. Ain’t got time to go to the nurse. The niner that hit her face immediately retreated, revealing another niner behind him, who had beautiful, long blonde hair and was practicing her combination. Snapping her finger that wasn’t covering her face to get the girl’s attention, Ely muffled, “Hey. HEYYYYYY. You. Yes you. Blondie.” After giving the girl a moment to acknowledge her presence, the badass rebel leaned her head on the locker closest to her, “You got a damn mirror in that shit of yours? I’m far too lazy to go to the loo.” Pulling away from the locker, she punched it in. The stupid-ass-niner-that-made-her-lose-the-race would pay for what he did. Leaving a very apparent dent in the metal and bruises on her fist, she growled, “Your friend is going to die.” To say Ely was pissed she lost the race was an understatement. She didn’t mind losing, it was THE WAY she lost.

Jade stopped momentarily to look back. Ely got knocked pretty good by that locker. It must’ve hurt. If Jade was a good friend, she would go and make sure her baby was okay. But then again, she really wants to touch those tits of hers. The struggle, right? “Eh, she’ll be fine.” Jade shrugged. She happily ran the rest of the way to the fountain. She even touched it with her right index finger, waving over to Ely. “HEY BITCH! I WONNN! ” Jade proudly boasted, making sure Ely heard her. She even gestured her other hand to her right index finger which was on the fountain and had a proud smile on her face. “GET THOSE TITTIES READY!” Jade made a squeezing motion on her own breasts.

“Fuck you, Jade.” Flipping her friend off with her free hand, the frustrated blonde gave a death glare to her, making her red eyes that much more intimidating. Bringing her attention back to the freshie, she let her daggers penetrate the little girl, “So do you or do you not?”

CLOSED.

I'm definitely still in this. Collab with @lovely complex including Jade and Ely is nearly finished. So yeah, definitely wanting this to continue. Whether there's a hiatus or nah doesn't really matter to me. I'll follow the majority vote, yo.