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Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Just so nobody claims him before I do, I am putting a face to my warlock in the form of Ryan Potter



And with that, the color I'm reserving for him is PaleGreen. He is going to be my bundle of happy-go-lucky joy who loves life and lives it to the fullest. He is confident but is not arrogant; strong-willed without being too stubborn. He is an engaging fellow with energy like no tomorrow.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Featuring • Stella and Penny}

Someone, somewhere had made it near impossible for Stella to get a decent start to her official morning. The whole early start she had when she went with her parents to see her cousins and her favorite Uncle and Auntie off their flight back to New York (and her father’s embarrassing inquiry about her and Oliver), she didn’t have much to complain about. The car ride back to Crown Heights was quiet after her mother came to her aide and shut her father up. She was able to enjoy a long bath before heading over to Penny’s for -- well, she wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but she was pretty certain it would involve being in a two-piece of some sort.

She spent a few minutes just trying to find a cute outfit that she didn’t absolutely hate. It was after those couple of minutes that past did Stella come to the startling realization that she had the worst luck when it came to making a decision. And she also had the worst luck when it came to everything else. As she saw something she thought she liked, the teen had tugged on a pink top, but as she pulled it down, an avalanche of summer and pre-fall clothes came down on the poor girl and she had only her high yelp as she couldn’t do anything to evade it.

And at that same moment, she heard her phone go off. It took Stella a long moment to get out from under her makeshift coffin of cotton and silk as she crawled ungracefully from her closet to her bed and saw she had a few unread text messages and a few missed calls from Chris. “What does he want?”

Stella read his text.

Hey, lil sis. I know it’s been a while. Hope you’re not killing yourself over the fact you had to endure Abraham’s arrogant self. Glad I missed it. Anyways, tell our wonderful parents I’ll be home for the weekend. Classes got canceled on account of some maniac shooting up the Science Department. Something about a teacher fucking the shooter’s crush. I don’t know, but either way, I’m coming home Stells. Can’t wait to see you kiddo. Oh and by the way, I want to hear about this Oliver dude. Maybe we could meet.

PS: don’t hate dad. He just thought I would know something. Anyways, see you this weekend!

And that was it. For some reason, her father felt like telling her big brother about Oliver as if it was his thing to tell anyone about. She couldn’t believe the nerve of him. Who did he think he was!?

Stella, who was now so visibly frustrated, that she was screaming into her pillow stayed like that for a few minutes until she hurried her clumsy behind into a pink, striped shirt and a pair of jean shorts, marched her way down the stairs in pink flip flop sandals, and despite her parents being in the living room, decided not to give them a wave goodbye. She only told them “I’m going to Penny’s.”

As she walked from her parking lot and into her car, Stella sat in her car just letting out an annoyed squeal. She continued to do this for a full minute until she felt her throat dry out. So she just turned her car on and drove to Penny’s. Before pulling out, she texted Penny real quick.

Hey, dad kind of pissed me off. I hope u got some kind of alcohol. B there in 10.

And as promised, ten minutes was all that Stella needed to find Penny’s house. Contrary to what others may probably suspect, she had a decent grasp of direction. It was navigating Crown Heights’ large residential area that proved to be her biggest obstacle, but Stella was a fast learner. She didn’t exactly take long to find a parking spot and soon she found herself knocking on the front door of the Richards house.

Penny received the text and grinned. Ah, at long last. She whipped up a couple of Stella’s favorite drinks and set them out on the kitchen counter just as there came a knock at the door. The curly haired girl walked swiftly to it and opened it to find her gorgeous friend looking a bit miffed. “Come on in, love. Tell me what it is dear old dad did this time.” She stood back to allow the young woman entrance into the extravagant house.

Once she had entered she led the way to the modern kitchen - granite countertops, the hanging pot thing from the ceiling, and every appliance known to man. The sink was even automatic. She pushed a hurricane toward her friend before sipping her own, waiting for Stella to dish.

Stella didn’t really care about what time it was nor did she have any care how desperate it made her look, she took a big sip of the sweet hurricane and as soon as it touched her lips, her relief nearly jumped her out of her skin. All of that stress from her father had seemed to die away with her sober-like state. The hurricane was truly the ultimate fix that she needed for her rare mood of annoyance. Penny attempted to hide a smirk behind her own glass as she watched Stella down her drink like a college girl on spring break.

It was only after a moment of letting the alcohol soothe her throat and she had taken another, lighter sip, she set it down, and gazed at Penny. ”I don’t know where to start,” she sighed out more of her rising ire, though this time it resulted in her frowning slightly. ”I know he means well, but gosh, I really wish he didn’t tell Chris about Oliver.”

“Uh oh,” she responded. “Ultimate parent faux pas.” While she had never had a parent do this to her, nor that it would have mattered, she understood the dilemma was common among all high school youth. “So, papa bear is worried about his adorable baby bear running off with some strange wolf, huh?”

She shrugged, taking another sip. “It’s not like Oliver is some horrible person like Santiago--” She stopped herself as soon as she heard what she said play back in her mind. “--Oh no, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Stella’s face went red. Whether it was from realizing she said what she meant to keep to herself out in the open or from the alcohol in her system, she couldn’t say.

“It’s not like you’re wrong, babycakes. Santi is the wolf, Oliver is more like a little lamb by comparison.” Penny shrugged with a playful grin forming on her face. “You were gonna tell me how things went with Oliver anyway after you left. So… Spill girlfriend.”

Stella had brought her face up from looking down at her glass to Penny and smiled at her friend. She then recalled their conversation and how he revealed to her some things that she didn’t know about him before. She couldn’t fully explain what happened without betraying his trust and she just couldn’t do that to him. Stella was a true friend and she would never do something like that to anyone, especially the boy she was starting to really like. But, she did feel like there were some things she needed to get out, specifically what he told her moments before he dropped her off.

“We talked and he told me he likes me, too,” she said to Penny, the red on her cheeks increasing even more. “I mean, he said he thinks he likes me, but that still counts, right?” She asked, uncertain eyes on Penny.

Penny laughed lightly. “Of course it counts. I think our boy has a lot of thinking and soul searching to do, huh? You’re probably the first girl he’s ever been interested in. Like that I mean.” She sipped her drink again, and upon noticing that Stella was nearly done with her own, stood up. “Want the same? Something different?” she inquired, gesturing toward the nearly empty glass.

“Yeah, I’ll take another hurricane,” Stella said, handing Penny her nearly empty glass. There was only a sip and a half left of it so that’s why she didn’t bother drinking the rest of it. “So how was your night, Penny?” The teen asked.

Penny accepted the glass and went about refilling the drink. She hummed a little to herself but stopped when the question was posed to her. She wasn’t about to tell this innocent little flower that she had drowned her lonely sorrows in OJ and vodka. Instead, she put on her charming grin and said, “Oh you know. The usual. One of my daddies was in town for the night so we had ourselves a little so and so. Nothing too exciting.” She placed the drink in front of Stella.

She smiled, nodding Penny’s way. “That sounds pretty relaxing. You didn’t leave with your school-appointed date?” Stella asked, trying to remember who it was that Penny was paired up with as she sipped her drink a little slower than she had done with the first one. She knew most of them, but Penny’s was a blank to her.

“Nope, no idea what happened to him really. We arrived together, chatted, and then poof! Worst date ever. Didn’t even compliment me. I tell you, that boy musta been dropped on his head!” she joked. She topped off her own drink before sitting at the kitchen island again. “He was even a bit decent looking but my goodness, not a lick of sexuality.” She shook her head and sipped. “So, what are you gonna do about your pops?”

She tried to contain her laughter as she was talking about her date, but Stella couldn’t. The way Penny spoke about .. “Declan! That’s who it was!” Stella suddenly spoke, her voice suddenly loud and her smile wide. It was like she was overcome with a sense of achievement. She would then cough as if to collect herself from the sudden burst of energy she was in possession of. “I mean, yeah, he was pretty cute. I wonder what happened to him?” Stella mumbled somewhat inaudibly, rambling mostly to herself.

Stella looked at Penny. “And, honestly, I don’t know. I think I’m just gonna ignore him. I’m honestly more worried about what Chris might do. He has always been overprotective over me, so I’m kind of afraid what kind of fear he’ll strike into Oliver. Bless his heart, but Oli was practically dreading meeting the nice side of my family. I’d hate to imagine what he would be like when he meets my abrasive older brother,” Stella admitted, glancing down at her drink once more.

“Your brother will realize Oliver is just a soft little baby. I could always give him a blow job before he meets Oliver. Would make him calmer,” she said jokingly. “Besides, if he were a good big brother, he would understand how important this was to you and not be an asshole about it. I can always talk to him if you want. Lecture and a blow job.” She snorted as she laughed. The thought of Chris letting her anywhere near his bits was absurd - at least in her mind.

She nearly spat out her drink when Penny mentioned the act that Stella couldn’t even mentally repeat. “P-Penny, that’s okay. I-I’m sure it’ll be fine.” If Stella was honest, she didn’t want Chris to hurt Penny. She knew her brother was a bit of a heartbreaker. She adored Penny too much to let him near her in that way.

“ Sure, sure. But you say the word honey bunches and I’ll put him in his place.” She winked, sipping down more of the alcoholic beverage. “ So, what would you like to do this weekend? The pool is always an option. Television. We could sneak out and get into a bar. I’ve got some pretty bomb fake i.d.’s” Penny tapped her manicured nails against her glass as she surveyed Stella’s reaction about the last suggestion.

“I could go for a swim if I’m being honest,” Stella admitted without even flinching. “But honestly, I don’t have a preference. I just want to be out of the house for a few hours so I don’t say something to my dad that I might regret. So, if you think it’s cool, can I just hang here for a bit?” She asked Penny, taking a big swig of her drink.

““Of course love. Though if you have too many more of those I am not about to let you drive anywhere,” she teased. Pool it was then. ““Did you bring along a suit or should we go and peruse my collection?” She wiggled her eyebrows and her face lit up with excitement at the thought of getting to dress up the prettiest little model a girl could hope for.

The door opened and Penny jumped, her eyes narrowed as she looked toward the entrance of the kitchen. In came the infamous Daddy Donny. He was a tall fellow with black hair that was greying at the temples. He still had a rather muscular physique as he took quite good care of himself, taking pride in not looking like any other fuddy-duddy 50+-year-old. He could be described as handsome in a Richard Greer sort of way. He loosened his tie as he entered the room. His eyes first alighted on Penny and he smirked that stupid fucking smirk he always smirked.

Then he saw Stella and the smirk turned slightly feral. Penny jumped up and approached her adoptive father. ““Daddy! You’re home! I thought you were gone for the weekend!” Good little actress she was, there was no hint of the derision she felt for him or the fear she felt for Stella. She wrapped her arms around Don’s neck and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Meeting got canceled so I don’t have to fly out Princess.” He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her. As he let go to move further into the kitchen he slapped Penny on the ass. “And I expect a proper greeting later. Who is this delightful young lady?” He bowed slightly, holding out his hand so that he could accept Stella’s and kiss the back of it.

Stella had blushed only slightly more than she had been a few minutes ago. She wasn’t certain if it was from the alcohol or how Penny’s father kissed her hand like she was royalty of some sort. “Stella, sir. Stella Lambert,” she said, trying to get her word out as coherently as she could.

“Stella. A shining star eh? Well that you are.” He straightened and lets his fingers caress the palm of her hand as he slipped it from hers. “Well, you are welcome to enjoy anything you like while you are here. A guest is always treated as royalty.” He reached out, twirled a locked of her hair between his fingers before approaching the living room. “Penny, honey. Be a doll and make me a drink.”

“ Yes Daddy,” Penny called. Once he was out of earshot she turned to her friend. How could she get Stella out without this being suspicious? Or scaring her? She chewed her lower lip as she considered. “ You really want to go for a swim?” she asked as she began the process of mixing together a martini for the man of the house.

She had only heard Penny about three or five seconds after she had mentioned the swim. “Oh, yeah! I’m dying to get into the water,” Stella smiled Penny’s way, pulling her hand from Donny’s grasp. “Do you have a suit that I can borrow?” She asked, “I don’t want to get my current outfit wet.”

““Oh, why don’t we go to the beach? It's such a beautiful day outside! Let me take Daddy Donny his drink, I’ll be a sec.” She carried the martini glass through the archway and into the living room. She handed the beast his drink with a false smile. ““Here you go, Daddy. Need anything else? Stella and I are gonna go to the beach.”

“Thank you, princess. Just that proper hello.” Penny had to suppress a sigh as she leaned over the couch. Don tilted his head back and they shared a long, passionate kiss. When they broke apart Penny wiped her mouth.

“ See you later Daddy!” She went back to the kitchen. “ Come on Stella, let’s go get you a suit and get out of here!” Her face was all joy and charm, showing no hint of what had taken place moments before.

When they walked away, Stella wasn’t quite sure how to feel about what she just saw between Penny and her father, Donny. Maybe that’s how the Richards’ greeted each other. As strange as it was, she didn’t know quite enough to speak her mind about it. That and it wasn’t her place to do so. She’d much prefer to focus on spending the afternoon with Penny by the beach. That’s what was most important to Stella Lambert, not a strange custom to a family she didn’t belong to.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

@fer1323 I would imagine so since they are video games.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{l o c a t i o n • N a i a d e s L a k e i n t e r a c t i o n s • D u s t y n @MissCapnCrunch}

There weren’t many things in this world that brought Vivian’s smile into a neutral, sour expression, but the sun setting and the darkening of the skies above was one of the few that made the usually giddy, happy-go-lucky Daughter of Apollo frown like a clown. The sun was the center of her overzealous joy and when it prepared to sleep, she felt on edge. This was only because she knew she couldn’t rely on the sun to guide her path. Of course, the blonde had soaked up all the rays that she could and stored what sunlight within her petite body that she could. Being in sync with her godly abilities allowed her that much. But, sad to say, this wasn’t the only thing that brought a frown to young Vivian’s face. Another reason had her pouting.

Vivian Lucasta was lost.

And she didn’t know how she managed it. The girl could talk her way out of any bad situation, bring cheer to anyone around her, and even could hold her own against some of the younger students in sparring matches, but contrary to some of her godly demicousins, the daughter of Apollo had no sense of direction. In what she could only describe as the worst luck she’s had in months, Vivian didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know if what was in front of her was the right way to go or if heading back where she came would be in her best interest. She also didn’t know if heeding a right or left would save her being even more lost than she already was.

She made a decision to heed a partial left but going in the direction in front of her. Her feet stomped on the ground in quick succession as she ran, which was a clear sign that Vivian was getting frustrated by not knowing where she needed to go. She had no idea if the party had started or if it was over.

Okay, maybe she was too exhausted for her own good. Thinking that her brother would actually end a part where it’s still day out was crazier than her not bringing a compass or waiting for someone to travel with who knew what they were doing direction-wise.

Vivian stopped after running for a few minutes. She stopped and let out a huff, annoying at her current predicament. Her legs hurt and she just wanted to die. And she was about to do so when she heard, well there was a ...something telling her to look to her immediate west. And then she came to the view of multiple auras of people -- well, they were more like beacons of light that suddenly became visible to her. Though she wanted to question what just happened, Vivian, in all her physical exhaustion, borrowed small amounts of sunlight from her reserves to generate the stamina she needed to run towards the light.

As she ran, the light became brighter and brighter until she stepped one step too many. She had no idea there was a ridge and when she realized it, it was too late.

Vivian went tumbling down a hill. A wailing body of gold and sunflowers found no safety until she made contact with someone. Their heads collided and Vivian let out a rather loud whine. “Ouchies!” She rubbed her head, which was now hurting more than anything she experienced before. As she tried to shake off the ringing she heard in her ear, she opened up her eyes and saw who she had made direct, head-contact was, of all people, Dustyn Flint. “S-Sorry, Dusty. Are you okay?” She asked, still holding her head.

She may have not been the most graceful, but nobody could say the Daughter of Apollo didn't know how to make an entrance. She just wished it didn't come at the expense of her own well-being.

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Now talk about drama!

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

@Allycat Righty-o! Thank you for clarifying that for me. Not that I don't like the idea of an all-female cast, I just wanted to know that before I declared my full interest -- which I am now! I plan on making a warlock. :)

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

@Allycat Potentially interested, but I do have a couple of questions before I solidify my interest.

1.) Will characters be limited to female witches or is it open to warlocks as well?

2.) When you say realistic do you mean more along the lines to realistically-drawn images or, say face claims of celebrities and the like?

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Although she’d been at the mall for the last twenty minutes, it was just now when Marisol was jogging her way down to The Gardens food court. The last thing she wanted was for Sonny to piece together where exactly she’d spent last night, so she’d decided to make a detour to the trusty Target on site. Sixty dollars and a bathroom visit later, the Castillo girl was now ready to meet her ex-best friend and see exactly what the fuck he wanted. Now dressed with distressed jean shorts, a black cotton T-shirt and a backward baseball cap, the young woman looked like just your typical teen out for a Sunday stroll instead of one doing the walk of shame after a wild night out. Her homecoming dress, Salem’s hoodie, and her bronze clutch were hidden away inside the shopping bag, and she’d made a point to let her long hair cover the side of her neck where the hickey was.

When she finally reached the food court, Marisol scanned the area in search of Sonny but failed to see him. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the girl pulled out her phone from the back pocket of her new shorts and sent out a text:

I’m here and I don’t see your pale ass. If this is another one of your stupid pranks I’m breaking your nose all over again.

He had been at the mall for a while now. Whether it was ten minutes or twenty, Sonny lost count. The only thing he knew was he walked around and that was the only thing he did. His mind was clearly focused on one thing and that was Marisol. Everything else that may have been happening was white noise to him. Nothing about seeing some classmates that he may have liked and disliked nor seeing a teacher apparently outside like a normal person seemed to interest him. His mind, much like the person himself, was one that always remained one-tracked. And in that, Sonny couldn’t get Marisol off his mind.

After a while, Sonny made his way to the food court. He was so preoccupied with walking and thinking, it didn’t occur to the boy that he hadn’t eaten anything since abruptly waking up and leaving. He didn’t know what time it was, but when his stomach growled, Sonny made any attempt to make sure it stopped growling for as long as possible. So, when he stood in line for no particular restaurant, Sonny was free to do more thinking, or so he thought. He felt his phone buzz, and upon examining it, realized he’d just gotten a text from Marisol

Reading it, he could just hear her anger radiating from the words screen. For whatever reason, the thought of her being angry with him, though it wasn’t exactly in the line of his intentions to make things right, he smiled. There was always a co-dependency of their relationship. She would be angry with him and he’d smile because he liked seeing her throw her fits. Sonny knew it got to her when he did seem happy she was pissy at him, but he didn’t care -- or at least, he did care and that’s what made him smile even more.

So, in direct response, he replied back.

At the food court. I’ll get you a hotdog. You’ll see me because I’ll be the only one with two burger value meals.

Somehow, Sonny knew that would get her attention one way or another. Or so he hoped it would. Either way, as soon as Sonny would see her, he waved her over so she knew where he was. Which was at a table away from just about everyone else who seemed to be inhabiting the food court. He had a cheeseburger for him and a chicken sandwich for her. Included were two orders of medium fries and medium drinks. Sonny didn’t feel hungry enough for a large, but he sure as hell was hungry enough to get something larger than a small.

It wasn’t long before Mari’s phone buzzed in her hand and Sonny’s reply appeared on her screen. She frowned at it for a second before looking back up, this time scanning the area in more detail. Finally, her eyes found the tell-tale orange hoodie of her date of the day, who waved at her while sitting a comfortable distance away from the general population. She gave him a curt nod in response, and after letting out a sigh, the short girl trudged over to his table.

“Alright, so you texted me to be here. What do you want?” Marisol said brusquely, plopping down in the chair in front of Sonny. She dropped the shopping bag on the chair next to her and grabbed one of the cups from the tray, then took a long sip of its contents. Her suspicious green eyes were locked on the boy’s face as she sipped her soda, looking for any signs of a prank or foul play.

Too bad for her, there wasn’t any. And even if there was something for Marisol to be suspicious of, Sonny didn’t let her see it. Instead, he brandished that same smile he always had. ”What? Is it so hard for you to believe I just wanted to have a lunch date with my oldest friend?” He asked her, sipping his raspberry tea beverage.

Marisol snorted, shooting Sonny a look. “Sure Jan,” she replied sarcastically, stuffing her mouth with a handful of fries. “Because I am your oldest friend, I know better than anyone that the almighty Sonny Drake doesn’t just do things out of the goodness of his sweet little heart: there’s always some sneaky ulterior motive to the madness. So save us both the time and just spit it out already.”

He didn’t know what it was, be it the casual remark she made, the overused meme that he grew tired of hearing about, or the familiar attitude she had towards him, but Sonny cracked a genuine smile. “There’s no ulterior motive or anything like it. I just missed you is all,” he admitted truthfully. “I know it may be hard for you to grasp, but there’s nothing crafty lurking beyond my beautiful face or anything.” .

The second Marisol heard the words ‘I miss you’ come out of Sonny’s mouth, her jaw dropped to the floor. It was a sure sign of the apocalypse: Hell was freezing over, the world was ending, reality as they knew it was about to come to a close. Sonny Drake wasn’t a man known for expressing anything except snark, sarcasm, and anger- this was a well-known fact. To have him admit any sort of feelings was a feat of itself, but to actually hear him admit them out loud? It was a once in a lifetime kind of event.

“Jesus Christ, Sonny! Did you just say you missed me?!” she cried out in disbelief, looking at her best friend as if he’d suddenly turned into a lizard person. “Holy shit. Those punches must have given you an aneurysm or something. In my eighteen years roaming this Earth I have never heard you say that. Like ever.”

As she spoke, Sonny had taken a bite into his burger and just kept listening until he didn’t have any beef in his mouth. “Well now you have,” he spat back at her cheerfully, chuckling.

“Jesus Christ…” she muttered, shaking her head. “Well if it’s of any comfort, I missed you too,” the short girl grumbled under her breath, taking a big bite out of her sandwich and frowning at her fries.

“Sorry, I’m not sure I heard that. You what?” Sonny asked, leaning forward with his hand to his ear.

Scoffing, Mari directed her frown towards the boy, knowing fully well that he’d definitely heard her but just wanted to mess with her. “I said that I missed you, dipshit!” she repeated loudly straight at his ear, taking a fry from her tray and throwing it at Sonny’s face. “Did you hear me this time, or are your eardrums that far up your ass now?”

“Ow,” Sonny simply said, leaning back into his chair. He ran his right pinkie finger into his ear to make sure he still had full working function in it. “You didn’t have to yell,” he commented with an attitude, looking around seeing how, to his surprise, nobody seemed to hear Marisol raising her voice at him. It was probably for the better. They didn’t need any prying eyes on them, especially since Sonny was still recovering from his broken/fractured nose.

Going back down to a few of his fries, Sonny gave Marisol a quick grin before snatching a dip of her ketchup. “So, are you gonna tell me about that hickey or do I have to pry it out of you?” He asked, not even looking up her, though the hint of his typical smirking grin could be seen.

Marisol was poised to take the last bite out of her sandwich when Sonny brought up the hickey in her neck. The girl stopped mid-bite, her blood turning into ice. She cursed herself for thinking that her hair would cover it, for not buying that turtleneck tee she saw in one of the hangers, and for not at least attempting to hide the evidence with some concealer or a few bandaids. Well, it was too late now. It was time to pull out the bullshitting card.

“It’s not a hickey: it’s a burn,” she said matter-of-factly as if talking to a dense five-year-old. “Auntie Callie accidentally burned my neck when she was doing my hair yesterday. The only reason it wasn’t visible yesterday was ‘cause she hid it with some makeup. Like I’d ever let anyone give me a fucking hickey...” she lied on the spot, taking a huge bite of her sandwich to buy herself some time to answer any further surprise question. Meanwhile, the rest of Sal’s hickeys seemed to burn underneath her clothes.

Bullshit.

Sonny knew what burns looked like. There was no burn that was shaped like puckered lips. But if she wanted to keep up the lie, then that was her business. Sonny knew it was a hickey. He gave hickeys to girls constantly over his time of being a teenage boy. If she thought she was being cute by lying to his face, then who was he to stop her? Everyone did what they were good at and Sonny seeing through her bullshit was one of his best skills.

“Okay, so it’s not a hickey,” Sonny commented casually, looking at her. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, your parents came by my house today.” Another causal, nonchalant comment he made as he took a big sip from his tea.

“FUCK!” Mari shouted, looking truly scared for the first time in years. Her parents… “Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! I totally forgot to tell them I wasn’t making it home last night! Oh fuck, I bet Dad’s ready to file a missing person’s report… What did you tell them?!” she asked her friend, eyes wide with the fear of her parents finding out she’d spent the night with a guy they hadn’t even met.

He didn’t quite understand why she was so worried. Maybe it was due to the fact he wasn’t in her shoes, but Sonny found it just a little funny. For her sake, however, he wouldn’t burst into laughter like he usually would. Instead, he would take the road he rarely traveled on. “Relax, Manic Mari,” Sonny raised his hands up as if trying to calm her, “They weren’t mad or anything like that. Yeah, Marco was up in arms, but I surprisingly managed to get him to come back to Planet Earth.”

The short girl breathed out a sigh of relief, taking the last sip of her soda. “Thanks, man. This is, like, the first time I’ve spent the night somewhere without telling him, so that’s why they’re acting like it’s the end of the fucking world or something.”

“To be fair, it was mostly your father who was losing his shit. The most your mom did was just act as calm as she could, but she did have a slight freak out about my nose.” Sonny found some humor in that as he laughed, remembering how she blatantly asked about it. “Don't mention it. Although, there might be just one thing you should be worried about,” Sonny said rather casually, taking a bite of his burger.

“I bet he was. Daddy can be such a drama queen,” Mari said with an amused smirk, picturing her father having a meltdown while her mother not-so-patiently tried to talk some sense into him. However, Sonny’s next words were quick to make her focus back on the present. “And that is…?” she asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

“Well,” Sonny’s voice trailed on as he brought his napkin to his face, wiping off some of the ketchup and mustard from it. “There’s a chance they could be paying Salem a visit.”

“WHAT?!” Marisol cried out in disbelief, shooting up from her chair as if it had electrocuted her. “Why the fuck would they do that?! I left his house like an hour ago!” she shouted. And then soon as she realized what she’d just blurted out, the panicked girl added, “N-not that there’s where I was last night or anything! I had Archer take me ‘cause I left my phone in Sal’s car last night before I left to Julie’s place.”

Sonny found it amusing she was still clinging to the shit lie that she wasn’t with Salem last night. All signs were pointing to yes, but Sonny wasn’t about to push on it. He was having too much fun seeing her try and think of more excuses. “If you weren’t with Salem last night, then you have nothing to worry about. I’m sure Rivera will tell them what we both know to be the truth: he hasn't seen you since he dropped you off last night.” Sonny wasn’t really sure how long she wanted to keep it up, but he was game to play hers. “If you’re seriously so worried that Sally will blab on ya, I can just call them right now and you can avoid that,” Sonny offered, getting his phone out.

“For real?” Sol asked, now looking at Sonny as if he was the answer to all her problems. “You’d still cover my ass like that?”

He kept his eyes on her, landing on her mother’s contact info. “Of course. What else are friends for?” He winked her way. “Text or phone call?”

The green-eyed girl shot him a small, grateful smile. It was nice to know that their time apart hadn’t jeopardized the fierce loyalty they’d always had to each other. “Call them. Daddy will fucking love that.”

A mini moment later, Sonny was calling Soleil’s phone and put it on speaker so both of them could hear. Not even two rings and there was an answer, but to Sonny’s amusement, it wasn’t her mother.

“Sonny! Did you find her!?” Marco had said rather intensely. “Por favor dime queue contrast a mi princesa!” Marco’s voice went hysterical, a clear sign that he was on the verge of crying.

Marisol couldn’t help but let out a cackle of amusement, even if she knew she shouldn’t. Leave it to her father to be the one ready to report her missing for being gone less than a day. “Yes, Daddy, he found me!” she replied to the phone, grinning widely at Sonny. “I’m okay, I’m okay! I spent the night at Julie Macmillan’s house. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys before. I didn’t mean to worry you, Daddy.”

“The Macmillans!?” Marco was genuinely shocked. “But Sonny told us--”

“That’s my bad. I thought Salem might’ve known, but I guess I was mistaken,” Sonny said, smiling at Marisol. ]“But don’t worry about her. I’ll drive her home when we’re done eating an early lunch,” he told Marco, hoping that would put some worries he had about his …princesa’s whereabouts and safety.

“I’m just happy that you’re safe, mija. I don’t know--”

Sonny heard the sound of something on the other end. Perhaps it was the phone dropping, but all went silent on the Castillo’s end of the call.

“Well I don't give a shit where you did or didn't spend the night: as soon as you walk through this door, you're grounded for two weeks! Maybe that'll serve you as a lesson to never pull another stunt like this again, Marisol Alejandra.”

Taking Marisol’s petrified silence as his turn to speak, Sonny made a bold decision to accidentally click off from the call, effectively ending what seemed like a very intense, highly volatile Soleil. Meanwhile, his nervous friend let out a small sigh of relief.

When Sonny put his phone into his pocket, he stood up from his seat and let out a sigh. “So, seeing as how this might be your last free day out for the next two weeks, anything else you want to do? Maybe we can go pick up someone? Salem maybe?” Sonny couldn’t believe he actually just said that.

Mari couldn't believe it either. Less than twenty-four hours ago, he and Salem had apparently been having a charming little talk with their fists at homecoming while she was outside. And now he wanted to invite the sworn enemy who broke his nose to spend the afternoon with them? It looked like Drake Jr. had definitely lost a few screws during that fight.

“You know what we should do? Get you to the ER and have you examined for any sudden brain swelling or an internal hemorrhage, because you're either losing your goddamn mind or have been abducted by aliens who left a poor excuse of a clone in your place,” the brunette stated, staring at Sonny as if he’d suddenly grown an extra head.

“Is it so unbelievable that I want to keep you from getting a prison sentence? I’d rather you not end up like Kavi, but if you really want to be stuck indoors on a Sunday, then do please follow me to my truck,” Sonny was only half-joking as he stepped to the side, gesturing towards the doors leading to the outside of The Gardens Mall.

“What’s that supposed to mean: ‘rather not end up like Kavi’?” Mari said in a confused tone as she opened the passenger door to his truck, took a seat and closed the door behind her. When Sonny was inside, she continued. ”What the fuck happened to Kavi?”

“You mean you haven’t--” Sonny couldn’t help but laugh, starting up his truck but he didn’t back out of the parking lot just yet. “After Ariel had punched him, he was escorted from Homecoming in the back of a police car. It’s all over social media. I’m shocked you didn’t hear about it.”

“Holy shit,” she muttered, looking at Sonny clearly taken aback. She knew her cousin wasn’t a stranger to getting himself into trouble with girls- he had the punch coming for long time now if Mari was honest, and her respect for Ariel was now a tad higher than before. But to be hauled away in a cop car? That was something to be expected of fuckups like her and Son, not Kavi. Sol figured his mother would be ready to rip him a new one. “Shit, man, that fucking sucks. I haven’t paid attention to my phone much, so I had no fucking idea.”

“Clearly,” Sonny said as he started up his truck. Once the coast was clear, he pulled out and gave Marisol a wink. “So where to?”

It didn’t take long for Marisol to come up with a response. “Let’s head out to our spot. It’s about time we finally sit down and talk.”

On that note, Sonny stopped in the middle of backing out. He had only looked at Marisol as if he was shocked by what she said as if he didn’t hear her right. When he saw the look in her eyes, there was no doubt in his mind that he heard exactly what he thought he heard. He smiled only slightly, backing out and driving out of the parking lot. “Guess we’re heading to The Cove,” was all he said, but in his mind, he couldn’t believe Soleil’s advice had actually worked.

Hey There, Kid! - Digimon Adventure 01-Themed Roleplay

@Inkarnate @SleepingSilence @Crimson Flame @Stern Algorithm @Denny @tobiax

I know it's been pretty quiet, but I suppose I should offer up some kind of explanation. Unfortunately, the only thing I can say is time was our enemy and inactivity became the killer. I had a lot of hopes for this one, but so many things got in the way of realizing them. I could spend the time explaining each and every single one of those reasons, but it all boils down to that I didn't have any real direction and my motivation for this RP decreased the more time I let pass. Maybe I was too lax and didn't want to be a strict GM. Perhaps I should have been the kind that demanded a more steady stream of posts.

Honestly, I don't know. I love Digimon, but this RP never got off the ground - not really. And I know that's my fault.

In any case, I want to thank you guys for giving it a shot. But, sad to say, I think this is where this RP ends. Maybe I'll try another Digimon project in the future or not. I have no idea, but until then, sayonara and stay digitized!