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We won't post the OOC till closer to the end of the week! I want to see if we get anymore interest.
Also for those who care, there has been a lot of interest toward girls. Jordan and I are kinda indifferent with who you bring gender wise. If you're worried about the balance, have your character lean both ways! We don't want to limit inspiration, but we get the concern.
I will be bringing two camper girls, and one male counselor. For those who want to know!
There seems to be also a lot of interest in counselors too, so I hope some of you consider campers. I care more about that balance than gender lol. If there are hardly any campers, who will the counselors guide? lol
Also for those who care, there has been a lot of interest toward girls. Jordan and I are kinda indifferent with who you bring gender wise. If you're worried about the balance, have your character lean both ways! We don't want to limit inspiration, but we get the concern.
I will be bringing two camper girls, and one male counselor. For those who want to know!
There seems to be also a lot of interest in counselors too, so I hope some of you consider campers. I care more about that balance than gender lol. If there are hardly any campers, who will the counselors guide? lol
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Yeah, of course. We're pretty lenient, for the most part. Don't really have a cap as of now.
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as Brian and Christopher.
as Brian and Christopher.
January 26, 2018. Dear Diary.
Ilyana Powers rushed down the chaos of the halls where the kids talked about the sudden elections and who they might vote for. There were flyers and posters everywhere. Vote for her! Vote for him! Vote for the dream! Who would’ve thought being part of student council was this mainstream? The candidates for president were as followed: Becca Helmsley, Emmy-Lou Waters, and Steven “Yung Steve” Chen. She honestly didn’t know who she’d vote for. They were all so different. So maybe, after seeing their little video on the Morning Show with their running mate, she would.
Things have changed so much since HOT stopped walking the halls together! And I’m over here drowning myself in school activities so I don’t have to see Shiloh and talk about the kiss (still). That was so weird of me! Blame it on the high.
Her Etsy was discovered by a theater kid and she was demandingly asked to make all the costumes for the spring play but she couldn’t do it all by herself, so she needed to ask for HELP. They tried to get her to participate in the play as well, but that was asking way too much of her. She’d make them pretty and go to every practice, memorizing everything, but not be on the stage. Sounded like a perfect way to use her time. They were doing a circus musical and since she was skilled with her hands, she would be in charge of set design too.
Anyways, The Morning Show gets cooler and cooler each week. Bigger and better. And there’s a newfound confidence in Riley that there never was before. He seems pretty happy which makes me happy for him! And that’s saying something since he’s still an edgelord.
The first paper since Trixie’s fall was about self help and sports. For sports, Justin was the highlight and it talked about how he was going to continue the track record of the Normans reigning supreme. This school has the best football team and that’s a lot to live up to. There were interviews with all the remaining members on their feelings, Damian wishing them the best of luck, as he mentioned the potential Justin had, and everyone’s expectations for the coming games. As for the self help, that was an interesting topic to read, especially since Trixie is the ‘trainwreck’ now. So sad, but I guess it's a good time to exploit mental illness and try to normalize it so kids are more forward about their issues. Do I agree with it? I don't know. I just use weed to fix my problems.
Running past a janitor’s closet, Rose was too busy on a mission to hear a roaring SLAM. Inside the closet, Lucky Cross was holding Mitch Clark up by the collar with a cold, distant face on. Both individuals were on the ‘bottom’ of the chain for vastly different reasons. Mitch was a nerd, paired in Joy Darling’s league and Lucky was… well, a goddamn bully riding on a scholarship. Mitch had saw what was on the flashdrive and had a week to decide what he was going to do. The week was up and it was time to add extra incentive on his ass, so someone sent the Hound on him. “You will rig the election. If you don’t, you’re smart enough to know what to expect.”
“They must have something juicy on you,” Mitch slyly grinned at the Tool that could beat the shit out of him. “This is fucking gold. For you to do anything for someone that isn’t that black girl you’re always with who NO ONE knows about and what’s that mute girl’s name?” The hacker snapped his fingers in thought, “Ah yes. Fawn. Cute little thing you got yourself there. I wonder what kind of dirt they found on you. Must be real bad seeing how it’s hard to ruin you more than the school has.”
“You run your mouth a lot.”
“What can I say? I’m a talker. I can’t wait to find out who cares so much to go out of their way to recruit me and use this shit.” Mitch’s eyes dropped to Lucky’s pocket that held the one thing that would turn his life upside down. “Seems fucking deseparate, but whatever. I’m bored.”
Dropping the computer genius on the floor, Lucky peered over the blonde boy who wiped the blood from his busted lip, “Man, KC gonna give me shit for this.”
The Candy Store seems to be running sweetly! Ophelia doesn’t sit with Hailey anymore and Trixie is a Twix bar! Which blows my mind. After all this, they can still be friends? Good for them. Honestly, I really really really really really really hope this means me, Q, my brother, Wy, and alllll the people can have some peace for once. Things are looking up, aren’t they?
The next room, down the hall and to the corner, that Rose scurried past was the Morning Room studio, as they prepared for their homeroom show. There was no doubt there was A LOT going on in there since this was a big segment that would help people decide who to vote for. Leaning against the wall, Riley reviewed his notes, while prepping his co-stars: Brynn and Ace. “For the most part, we’re just here to talk about the candidates and cue their videos. I’m okay with taking a backseat for this one.”
Glancing up from his folder, he looked toward the new recruit, who debuted this past Friday. Gwen or more commonly known as Ace. She wasn’t against the idea of joining up because she knew this would be a good platform to bring awareness to her radio show. “Thanks again, Ace. For joining. It’s nice not having all the pressure on me.”
Meanwhile, sitting off in the distance, with an open excel sheet on her laptop for the budget of the Broadcasting and Audio-Visual Club, since at this point they were basically one entity, Trixie “the trainwreck” furrowed her eyebrows. Brian was turning this show into a full production and probably by the end of this semester, the Morning Show would have time slots during every free period. The cost was cutting it close. They were using every last cent they had to make this show great and worth having a lifelong legacy, bumping up the entertainment value by having industry level equipment. She was sure he wasn’t too worried about money because he knew how to optimize his plan without the worry of using his own cash but still! Seeing these figures stressed her out. Not even Owen spent this kind of money.
On top of that stress, she was going through the journey of learning a new form of writing. It was weird not having the Newspaper club or the student council to keep her busy. If she was being honest with herself, it did make her feel lost and empty, but Owen gave her the idea of trying to write a narrative story and see where that takes her. Being a one trick pony was lame and he knows she could do more than just news . Expanding her skills would only benefit her in the long run and writing a story would keep her out of trouble with school drama. He also forcibly cut back her alcohol intake, so she was still having heavy mood swings from that withdrawal.
“Hey Beatrix!” Her thoughts were interrupted by the blind drummer boy.
“Nero. The only time people call me by my full name is when I’m in trouble. Trixie, please.” Looking away from her computer, she reached for her cup of ice and poured one cube in her mouth, in order to chew on it. Switch out one habit for the other. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. “What’s up?”
Scratching his head with one of his drumsticks, since he carries them around in his bag, Junior softly gleamed, “My bad. We just don’t talk usually.” Facts. Not everyday he would ever think about approaching one of the HOT members! There might be a hashtag of HOTisDead, but they were still and forevermore HOT, regardless of where they gravitate in the school. They just weren’t being intimidating and scary anymore. “I was wondering since you’re part of the dance committee, can my band perform? We’re fresh and I think the Sadie dance would be an awesome gig.”
“Algorithm, right?”
“Yeah! How’d you know?”
“Word gets around fast. Plus your auditions were kind of ‘the talk’ that week. Also, Miles.” Trixie shrugged in nonchalance. It was sweet that someone like Nero treated her with respect and not like she was an emotional bitch who has trust issues.
“Wordddd. So can we?”
“As much as I’d love to give the green light, that isn’t my job. It’s Henry’s. You’ll probably do just fine in convincing him since Parker is your lead singer. Honestly, I don’t have many jobs. Mrs. Roberts told me to delegate and oversee things, because she thinks I should focus on therapy. Fucking dumb.” To say Trixie was annoyed was an understatement, ever since the elections came to light, so did rumors about her being suicidal and ‘unfit’ to run any of her clubs.
For the dance committee, Henry was in charge of music, entertainment, and recruiting chaperons. Marshall was taking over the aesthetics, like theme, decorations, and added vendors like photography (photobooth, kissing booth, other love games, and an actual photographer going around to capture the moments). She was sure he’d get all the Candies involved with that too, since ‘love’ was kind of their thing. And Damian was set on the budget, refreshments, advertising, and hosting the fundraiser. It was already decided a few meetings ago that Mina Bellerose and Christopher Everett would host since they were the super couple of the era and it only made sense to give them the mic. There was going to be a peer-voted trophy to give to the ‘cutest’ couple at the dance. As for all the single attendees, there was no way they'd be exclusive to the known couples at Beverly Hills High, they would be invited to a game night to mix and mingle. In addition to his other duties, Henry was tasked with helping the single pringles find someone they’d want to dance with, without forcing them immediately into a dance. Hence, the game night. It wasn’t mandatory for them to participate in the dance, though. “Find Henry, then you should be good.”
“And you don’t happen to know where he is?”
“Where do you think? Anywhere but here.” Brian said, without looking up from his phone as he approached the pair. Pausing once he got close to them, Brian looked up from his phone and shrugged. “He’s in the lab. Second floor, room number 2-13. Knock. I cannot stress that enough. Knock like, twice.”
With mommy, daddy, auntie, and uncle back home, Dreamland has been so lively! My home is turning out to be a hotspot for the cool people and I’m okay with that. I get to talk to Q more. I get to see Mason do dangerous tricks. I get to smoke with Adubs. It’s great. YOU KNOW WHAT'S ALSO GREAT???? Lasagna for lunch! Thanks mommy.
But now I’m kind of rambling, aren’t I?
You know, ever since Henry kissed me, I feel like I know things. Like I am less sad and anxious. And I don’t know why? Kissing must bring clarity because I feel like a grown up! Anyways, daddy’s waiting for me outside. I gotta find Cassie when I get to school. This is my mission. SOS. Okay. I go shove pancakes in my mouth and leave.
Byebye.
Fondly yours,
Ilyana.
But now I’m kind of rambling, aren’t I?
You know, ever since Henry kissed me, I feel like I know things. Like I am less sad and anxious. And I don’t know why? Kissing must bring clarity because I feel like a grown up! Anyways, daddy’s waiting for me outside. I gotta find Cassie when I get to school. This is my mission. SOS. Okay. I go shove pancakes in my mouth and leave.
Byebye.
Fondly yours,
Ilyana.
Throwing the fashion room door open, interrupting a morning meeting, which she should’ve already been at, 'cuz she was part of this club but always forgot there was a morning meeting, the fluffy blonde haired misfit scanned the room to find her target and then loudly chirped, “I NEED HELP MAKING COSTUMESSSSSSSSSS. CASSIE, MAYDAY. MAYDAY.”
P.S. Henry was right. I should use Ilyana more.
(For those running for office, please take the time to fit in your next posts the commercial video that will broadcast on the Morning Show.
As for everyone else, it’s been a little over two weeks! Make sure you talk with everyone about what has happened with your characters so far and let’s get the show on the road.
Welcome to a lovely Monday morning at the animal kingdom known as Beverly Hills High. )
Still sitting on her princess bed with a nightgown on, having yet arrived to school, Mina Bellerose received a text from Lucky which said: I did what you asked. She sat there motionless, one arm hugging her knees. Her hand scrolled through people’s instagrams on her phone. She looked at all these faces that made her seethe in anger and spite. There were so many people she hated. They hurt her cousin and she was going to make sure they would pay. Each and every single one of them.
If Emmy-Lou failed her, then she would bring down vengeance herself. Though, she knew her friend would make it up to her if she didn’t win the elections. She better, at least. There was always a back up plan, even if it was more underhanded than influencing the school from top to bottom. All other projects didn’t matter. She would burn the school down before she moved onto anything else. Everything in her life was put on hold. Her triple threat career, her social engagements, and worst of all, her romance with her beloved Chrisopher, which most definitely did not make him happy. Once Mina decided on something, it was hard to break her out of it until she went through a harsh reality check.
Her hand holding the phone shook out of frustration. Everything about this was wrong. Not right. Stupid-stupid-stupid. Everyone would try to be like Hailey but get nowhere close! Snapping, when she came across a picture of Ophelia and Trixie kissing Hailey’s cheeks on either side, she threw her phone toward her HD tv. “I WANT THEM TO ALL DISAPPEAR, CHRISTOPHER. From Owen Lyon to that shitstain JAMIE CALLAGHAN. How dare they?! How dare they ALL do this do my Hailey!??!!” The angry tears started falling down her face.
Christopher looked up. He had been expecting this, but he wasn’t sure when it was going to happen. He thought he had more time to prepare before she cracked; it usually wasn’t this fast… It was hard to be the boyfriend sometimes. Sometimes it was stressful and a fight to keep his princess calm and collected. Often times? It was simply impossible. All Christopher could really do was soothe her, and remind her that she wasn’t, despite what she may think, always right.
He moved from his seat near the head of the bed where he had been reading, to instead be beside her. Gently, he put a hand on her back and shushed her gently, “Shhhhshhhh… It’s okay, Princess. Breathe, remember? Slow, in and out. Shhhhhhh.” His hand rubbed her back in small circles as he spoke in a very quiet voice, directly into her ear. “Have you thought about talking to Hailey herself about this…?”
“No…” Mina tried her best to do those breathing exercises she was taught, all the while pouting. There was so much rage in her that she didn’t think to get more information from Hailey herself. “I don’t think Hailey would be okay with all this chaos. The school is dumb to think they could replace her.” Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. “You think I should talk to her?”
“Well, I think it couldn’t hurt. Hailey is a… well, a complicated person… it’s entirely possible she just doesn’t care about this. You have to know that, right, Princess? Hailey is a Green. Who knows what they want?” He asked, never stopping his hand on her back. It seemed like this one was easier to defuse than he thought it would be — granted, there was a phone sized crack in the T.V., but T.V.’s could be replaced. He could handle that, it wasn’t a big deal. What was… was Mina’s demeanor. “Don’t you think talking to her is a good idea?”
He was right. He always was. No one knew what a Green wanted, but even if Hailey disagreed with her and didn’t care about running the school anymore, would that change Mina’s mind? Staying silent as he rubbed her back, she nodded. That wasn’t going to stop her operation, at least not yet. “I want someone to cry this week. To lose something or someone they care about. I want someone to hurt.” If this happened, sure, she’ll talk to her cousin. Her face was wet from all the tears. Luckily since this issue had to deal with other people, and not her self worth, the breakdown was easier to resolve.
“I could kill someone’s puppy.” What? Christopher was nothing if not a solutions person. Whatever she wanted, he didn’t much care what it took to get it done. if she wanted someone to cry, then he could certainly make it happen. It’d only take a few seconds too — he wasn’t a sadist.
“I’ll have to think about it. I want to see who wins tomorrow first.” All good things come to those that wait. Mina couldn’t be hasty with her actions and if she wanted to make someone hurt, she had to make sure she aimed for the knees or nuts! Metaphorically speaking. There were a few people she wanted to break emotionally and physically, but she wanted the pain to be slow and painful. She wanted them to realize how awful of a person they were and why they didn’t deserve to be happy. Yes. She would destroy them one by one. Aim for their close loved ones, and take away everything that makes them likeable. For example, imagine if someone like Damian got on your bad side and you wanted to get even. You’d have to take away his Elite army, his technically snatched body, and his Joy. But, Damian wasn’t who she cared about right now. As far as she was concerned, he was uninvolved. “We should get ready. We’re already late.”
If Emmy-Lou failed her, then she would bring down vengeance herself. Though, she knew her friend would make it up to her if she didn’t win the elections. She better, at least. There was always a back up plan, even if it was more underhanded than influencing the school from top to bottom. All other projects didn’t matter. She would burn the school down before she moved onto anything else. Everything in her life was put on hold. Her triple threat career, her social engagements, and worst of all, her romance with her beloved Chrisopher, which most definitely did not make him happy. Once Mina decided on something, it was hard to break her out of it until she went through a harsh reality check.
Her hand holding the phone shook out of frustration. Everything about this was wrong. Not right. Stupid-stupid-stupid. Everyone would try to be like Hailey but get nowhere close! Snapping, when she came across a picture of Ophelia and Trixie kissing Hailey’s cheeks on either side, she threw her phone toward her HD tv. “I WANT THEM TO ALL DISAPPEAR, CHRISTOPHER. From Owen Lyon to that shitstain JAMIE CALLAGHAN. How dare they?! How dare they ALL do this do my Hailey!??!!” The angry tears started falling down her face.
Christopher looked up. He had been expecting this, but he wasn’t sure when it was going to happen. He thought he had more time to prepare before she cracked; it usually wasn’t this fast… It was hard to be the boyfriend sometimes. Sometimes it was stressful and a fight to keep his princess calm and collected. Often times? It was simply impossible. All Christopher could really do was soothe her, and remind her that she wasn’t, despite what she may think, always right.
He moved from his seat near the head of the bed where he had been reading, to instead be beside her. Gently, he put a hand on her back and shushed her gently, “Shhhhshhhh… It’s okay, Princess. Breathe, remember? Slow, in and out. Shhhhhhh.” His hand rubbed her back in small circles as he spoke in a very quiet voice, directly into her ear. “Have you thought about talking to Hailey herself about this…?”
“No…” Mina tried her best to do those breathing exercises she was taught, all the while pouting. There was so much rage in her that she didn’t think to get more information from Hailey herself. “I don’t think Hailey would be okay with all this chaos. The school is dumb to think they could replace her.” Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. “You think I should talk to her?”
“Well, I think it couldn’t hurt. Hailey is a… well, a complicated person… it’s entirely possible she just doesn’t care about this. You have to know that, right, Princess? Hailey is a Green. Who knows what they want?” He asked, never stopping his hand on her back. It seemed like this one was easier to defuse than he thought it would be — granted, there was a phone sized crack in the T.V., but T.V.’s could be replaced. He could handle that, it wasn’t a big deal. What was… was Mina’s demeanor. “Don’t you think talking to her is a good idea?”
He was right. He always was. No one knew what a Green wanted, but even if Hailey disagreed with her and didn’t care about running the school anymore, would that change Mina’s mind? Staying silent as he rubbed her back, she nodded. That wasn’t going to stop her operation, at least not yet. “I want someone to cry this week. To lose something or someone they care about. I want someone to hurt.” If this happened, sure, she’ll talk to her cousin. Her face was wet from all the tears. Luckily since this issue had to deal with other people, and not her self worth, the breakdown was easier to resolve.
“I could kill someone’s puppy.” What? Christopher was nothing if not a solutions person. Whatever she wanted, he didn’t much care what it took to get it done. if she wanted someone to cry, then he could certainly make it happen. It’d only take a few seconds too — he wasn’t a sadist.
“I’ll have to think about it. I want to see who wins tomorrow first.” All good things come to those that wait. Mina couldn’t be hasty with her actions and if she wanted to make someone hurt, she had to make sure she aimed for the knees or nuts! Metaphorically speaking. There were a few people she wanted to break emotionally and physically, but she wanted the pain to be slow and painful. She wanted them to realize how awful of a person they were and why they didn’t deserve to be happy. Yes. She would destroy them one by one. Aim for their close loved ones, and take away everything that makes them likeable. For example, imagine if someone like Damian got on your bad side and you wanted to get even. You’d have to take away his Elite army, his technically snatched body, and his Joy. But, Damian wasn’t who she cared about right now. As far as she was concerned, he was uninvolved. “We should get ready. We’re already late.”
For once, she wasn't dressed as scantily clad as she normally was. Sorta. With a gold choker necklace on and only her left ear hoop earring showing, Mia pulled her pink scrunchy off, letting her long and loose curls, untamed and wild, cascade down her right shoulder. Her thin, soft dancer stomach barely mattered in comparison to her booty jean shorts. To her there was no problem, but to those that thought with their sex and not their mind, her voluptuous hips and thick Mexican American thighs were. These God given gifts that she felt obligated to display. What kind of 'catholic' girl would she be if she didn't show what the Father gave to her?
Although she was a petite girl that only stood at 5'2", her ass POPPED. She wore the perfect size that gave her space to breathe around her waist, as it squeezed around the area that mattered to the eye. The cheeks. Aside from her being the dancing captain, her reputation was more of a Devourer than of her passion. In books, this type of woman preyed on men in order to destroy their purpose and enjoyment. She achieves their adoration, love, and lust, then breaks them when they no longer are appetizing to her. Well, that was such a silly rumor. She didn't just like the taste of boys. She liked girls too.
This classroom was starting to irk her, having seen it more this year than she would've liked and if she didn't 'clean up' her act, they would force her out of the club she started. Without her, Angel Grove wouldn't know how much people could express themselves with their bodies. Middle schoolers would still be arms length apart, cheerleaders would be stiffer than her last lay, and the town would stick with line dancing rather than let loose, footloose.
At least, Mr. Stevenson didn't say shit or do shit for that matter. At this point, he accepted she was going to do what she wanted or start an uproar from the more outspoken and prideful women at the school that fawned over her and asked for advice. Some people saw her as a vile serpent, others saw her as an impenetrable feminist.
In all honesty? It really wasn't that deep to her. When she chose a lover, it's because she was horny and thought they were cute. Not because she was intentionally trying to break their heart. When she spoke out about 'female rights' and fuck 'slut shaming', she was just enjoying making a scene and toying with the other person. She didn't have this crazy agenda to turn the majority of the population into promiscuous whores. They gave her far too much credit if they thought that. She was just here to have a good time, while keeping her GPA high. Dancing through life, essentially. Her motto. Don't invite stress in and live in the moment.
People would think what they want. They'd either hate her or want to fuck her. Beyond that, though? No one really knew her. No one cared to ask. She was a beautiful creature and a complete mystery. Easy to objectify and keep at a distance. Not going past the skin and seeing what she hides behind that impish smile. Why should they? That would ruin her beauty.
Did she care? Did she care that all her friendships were made out of plastic? That she was basically a barbie doll and nothing more? Not really. At least, that's what she tells herself. One day, she was going to leave this place. Far, far away, like a bird free from her cage.
Sighing to herself and snapping her gum, Mia realized she didn't care for many people that weren't her family. No one mattered and for all she cared, this place could burn and she wouldn't shed a tear. Call it coping or whatever, it was hard for her to get attached.
Failing to listen to the staff member that she knew would leave them to their own devices in a matter of seconds, she used her token appearance trait, her hair, and hid her Bluetooth earpiece. She snapped her gum once more and started listening to her edited dance mix of Closer, by The Chainsmokers, ft. Halsey, and practicing her routine in her head, making subtle motions with her torso, arms, and hands.
This sucked.
Not her dancing. This situation. Being in detention. Her Saturday was being wasted with a bunch of nobodies and here she was killing time, listening to music that made her want to get out of her seat and pop, lock, and drop. Her mental performance was interrupted by that... awkward kid. The kid that wasn't that great at presentations and usually got kicked out of gym for 'accidentally' hurting someone. Tony the Tiger. Ha. Jokes. Thanks to him, she finally took a moment to look at him and everyone else in the room, realizing how different they all were.
Bambina. She was too pure, too sweet for her own good ("Let's visit the children's hospital!"). Penelope seemed to be the type to dumbly, and blindly, follow others. Little Miss Sweetheart. A 'perfect' role model and lady. Looks like she got a news flash because daddy wasn't going to teach her everything and here she was paying the piper. That being said, he sure as hell saved her from a worse offense. Lucky girl, if you asked her.
Blowing a bubble with her pink gum, she carefully eyed the boy whose head was buried in his arms. Mr. Big. The one with the bad temperament and tried to shut people out by throwing fists, instead of words. At least the Tiger tried to talk before punching. In her opinion, Brenton deserved all the judgement and isolation he had coming. This treatment wasn't because he scared people. It was because his actions made him seem like a big shot. Like he was better than them. And as such, why would people even try to get to know him? He didn't control his emotions well and that made him weak. It was sad, honestly.
Lastly, the silent one, who's always eating something and is the founder of the Combat Sports Club. A person she honestly did NOT want to fuck with, especially in relation to Mr. Big and Tiger. She seethed skill and murder. Not like literal murder, but, like, just look at her! She could kill them all with her BARE hands. There weren't many people that made her shake. Kara was one of them. Hm, now that she thought some more, it seemed like most of the people here, aside from her and Bambina were aggressive types. Interesting. She'd have to keep tabs on them.
Once her bubble exploded, she slowly sucked it back in. Her hazel blue-grey eyes (yeah, her eyes were wild depending on the lighting) went back to the boy of the hour that made the suggestion. While the other two yes'd him, Mia crossed her arms and leaned back, "Why?" Her charming, yet quizzical, gaze scanned him while adding, "Because we're all fucked, you just want to... blow shit up with us?" Since when did he give a shit about her, or any of them for that matter? None of them were friends. None of them gave any fucks. Why was he trying to make friends? In detention of all places!
Although she was a petite girl that only stood at 5'2", her ass POPPED. She wore the perfect size that gave her space to breathe around her waist, as it squeezed around the area that mattered to the eye. The cheeks. Aside from her being the dancing captain, her reputation was more of a Devourer than of her passion. In books, this type of woman preyed on men in order to destroy their purpose and enjoyment. She achieves their adoration, love, and lust, then breaks them when they no longer are appetizing to her. Well, that was such a silly rumor. She didn't just like the taste of boys. She liked girls too.
This classroom was starting to irk her, having seen it more this year than she would've liked and if she didn't 'clean up' her act, they would force her out of the club she started. Without her, Angel Grove wouldn't know how much people could express themselves with their bodies. Middle schoolers would still be arms length apart, cheerleaders would be stiffer than her last lay, and the town would stick with line dancing rather than let loose, footloose.
At least, Mr. Stevenson didn't say shit or do shit for that matter. At this point, he accepted she was going to do what she wanted or start an uproar from the more outspoken and prideful women at the school that fawned over her and asked for advice. Some people saw her as a vile serpent, others saw her as an impenetrable feminist.
In all honesty? It really wasn't that deep to her. When she chose a lover, it's because she was horny and thought they were cute. Not because she was intentionally trying to break their heart. When she spoke out about 'female rights' and fuck 'slut shaming', she was just enjoying making a scene and toying with the other person. She didn't have this crazy agenda to turn the majority of the population into promiscuous whores. They gave her far too much credit if they thought that. She was just here to have a good time, while keeping her GPA high. Dancing through life, essentially. Her motto. Don't invite stress in and live in the moment.
People would think what they want. They'd either hate her or want to fuck her. Beyond that, though? No one really knew her. No one cared to ask. She was a beautiful creature and a complete mystery. Easy to objectify and keep at a distance. Not going past the skin and seeing what she hides behind that impish smile. Why should they? That would ruin her beauty.
Did she care? Did she care that all her friendships were made out of plastic? That she was basically a barbie doll and nothing more? Not really. At least, that's what she tells herself. One day, she was going to leave this place. Far, far away, like a bird free from her cage.
Sighing to herself and snapping her gum, Mia realized she didn't care for many people that weren't her family. No one mattered and for all she cared, this place could burn and she wouldn't shed a tear. Call it coping or whatever, it was hard for her to get attached.
Failing to listen to the staff member that she knew would leave them to their own devices in a matter of seconds, she used her token appearance trait, her hair, and hid her Bluetooth earpiece. She snapped her gum once more and started listening to her edited dance mix of Closer, by The Chainsmokers, ft. Halsey, and practicing her routine in her head, making subtle motions with her torso, arms, and hands.
This sucked.
Not her dancing. This situation. Being in detention. Her Saturday was being wasted with a bunch of nobodies and here she was killing time, listening to music that made her want to get out of her seat and pop, lock, and drop. Her mental performance was interrupted by that... awkward kid. The kid that wasn't that great at presentations and usually got kicked out of gym for 'accidentally' hurting someone. Tony the Tiger. Ha. Jokes. Thanks to him, she finally took a moment to look at him and everyone else in the room, realizing how different they all were.
Bambina. She was too pure, too sweet for her own good ("Let's visit the children's hospital!"). Penelope seemed to be the type to dumbly, and blindly, follow others. Little Miss Sweetheart. A 'perfect' role model and lady. Looks like she got a news flash because daddy wasn't going to teach her everything and here she was paying the piper. That being said, he sure as hell saved her from a worse offense. Lucky girl, if you asked her.
Blowing a bubble with her pink gum, she carefully eyed the boy whose head was buried in his arms. Mr. Big. The one with the bad temperament and tried to shut people out by throwing fists, instead of words. At least the Tiger tried to talk before punching. In her opinion, Brenton deserved all the judgement and isolation he had coming. This treatment wasn't because he scared people. It was because his actions made him seem like a big shot. Like he was better than them. And as such, why would people even try to get to know him? He didn't control his emotions well and that made him weak. It was sad, honestly.
Lastly, the silent one, who's always eating something and is the founder of the Combat Sports Club. A person she honestly did NOT want to fuck with, especially in relation to Mr. Big and Tiger. She seethed skill and murder. Not like literal murder, but, like, just look at her! She could kill them all with her BARE hands. There weren't many people that made her shake. Kara was one of them. Hm, now that she thought some more, it seemed like most of the people here, aside from her and Bambina were aggressive types. Interesting. She'd have to keep tabs on them.
Once her bubble exploded, she slowly sucked it back in. Her hazel blue-grey eyes (yeah, her eyes were wild depending on the lighting) went back to the boy of the hour that made the suggestion. While the other two yes'd him, Mia crossed her arms and leaned back, "Why?" Her charming, yet quizzical, gaze scanned him while adding, "Because we're all fucked, you just want to... blow shit up with us?" Since when did he give a shit about her, or any of them for that matter? None of them were friends. None of them gave any fucks. Why was he trying to make friends? In detention of all places!
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Leaned back in one of the backseats of a cadillac limousine, staring at her daughter, who was nervously, anxiously, ripping tissues, covering herself with the soft paper, Genesis “Blair” Lyon listened to the voicemails from her son on speaker. They were sitting in their long drive way of their English Manor. The voicemails escalated from ‘dad is an asshole’ to ‘DAD FUCKING KICKED ME OUT. COME BACK HOME.’ Her defined eyebrows furrowed in frustration. She couldn’t have a peaceful vacation with her princess, without those two wanting to kill each other - but really, her husband wanting to kill their son. Was she ready to go inside and see the man of the hour who couldn’t keep his shit together without his girls? That was… to be determined.
“Mommy…” Anastasia whisperingly tried to get the musical savant’s attention.
“Speak up, Ana.” Snapping her phone closed, the annoyed mother, and the most musically inclined in the Lyon family, unceremoniously tossed her phone back into her purse. The littlest Lyon opened her mouth to respond but closed it immediately. Maybe this wasn’t the time to ask… “Anastasia.”
“C-can I go to a sleepover this weekend? W-with Dahlia and I-Iris?” She swiftly asked her mother, who responded with a shrug.
“You can ask your father. He hasn’t seen you in two weeks, so I don’t know if he’d like you spending your first weekend back with friends over him.” The two women’s conversation was interrupted with their chauffeur opening the backdoor.
“You shouldn’t keep him waiting, Mrs.” Of course. Gabriel was a high maintenance dude and if his girls weren’t prompt that would make his mood more sour than it already was because of Scott.
“Come on, daddy is expecting us.” After exiting the vehicle, Blair offered her hand for her daughter to grab. A dainty, lace gloved hand reached out of the car and needily grasped onto the thin and pale hand of her mother’s. Even if her mother wasn’t sick in this moment, she had a tendency to look ghastly, which concerned grandmother Bianca dearly. Her mother was weak, though, in comparison to other middle-aged women, so taking care of her was Ana’s priority. Always. That’s why her father’s earnest request for them to go on vacation, to get some Vitamin D and relaxation, was something they couldn’t refuse even if they both knew he didn’t like his girls being far away from him. Ever.
Now holding hands, Ana let her little body take charge and lead her mother into their humble abode. Their gardens was one of the best in SoCal because Gabriel knew it brought both his girls peace and if he made his home exactly what they wanted, they wouldn’t want to leave, which for the most part, is how things have always been. Up until Ana started making friends with people that weren’t family, like Iris and Gia, this is how things were. Aside from them, Mina Bellerose came to visit and was Ana’s first friend, but respected his law. She’d bring the party to his house, not the other way around, taking his daughter away from him.
Blair and Ana never strayed too far from the nest unless he allowed it. With the ‘witches’, Ana wanted to be out more and that was a battle that she’d have to fight on her own. If Scott had to constantly duke things out with his father, so did the princess. Blair knew this would help her in the long run, socially and well, to be more of a kid than a caged bird. When the maid opened the entrance door, Ana ‘called out’, which was really an average talking voice since she usually just whispers, “Daddy, we’re home…”
There were few things in the world that could make Gabriel happy. Most things in the world just made him some variation of grumpy; it was a combination of his line of work and his upbringing, but the reality was… Gabriel Lyon was not a pleasant person. He was rarely happy, he was never satisfied… even so, hearing his daughter’s voice was a fairly easy way to cheer him up, just a little bit.
So, when he was sitting in the living room and watching TV (he was watching A Pup Named Scooby-Doo), and he heard his daughter’s voice flutter into his ears, as soft as ever, a curious thing happened. Something that was rare, and out of place happened… Gabriel smiled.
With the smile still on his face, Gabriel headed toward the entrance. He was happy to see his girls; finally something nice would be in this house. All he had was his son and that… got real old, real fast. He was raising a goddamn pussy, somehow! He didn’t even understand how someone could grow up with him for a father and be such a… weasely little twat. It didn’t make sense to Gabriel.
Thinking about it killed his vibe, and by the time he was in the line of sight of his girls, the smile had faded and was replaced by Gabriel’s natural, grumpy looking expression. His voice, at least, didn’t sound grumpy. “Right on time. It’s good to see you guys. How was the trip?”
While a butler grabbed Blair’s jacket and purse, the mother gave her daughter a simple ‘you go’ look, giving her more opportunities to speak. Swaying from her toes to her heels, back and forth, back and forth, her hands clasped together, having released her mother’s hand the moment they were in front of father, Ana gracefully and with the sweetest politeness of the world answered, “It was delightful, though a little lonesome since I missed you. I spent a lot of time playing Solene and reading with mommy.” When the waiting staff was done with handling the ladies’ things, Blair went beside her husband, kissing his cheek but ultimately staying quiet.
Gabriel nodded. He would hope the trip had been good; after all, he sent them to a private island, where they would be just as babied, sheltered, and cared for as they would be at home. Their vacations were done by design, because Gabriel wasn’t about to send them just anywhere. Neither of them much cared for people, and he wasn’t going to force them to suffer the presence of others if they didn’t have to. When Blair took her spot at his side, Gabriel draped an arm around her and returned the kiss on her cheek. “Good. You’re home now, and you don’t have to go anywhere for awhile, if you don’t want to.” Gabriel smiled and put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. He was just happy they were back and in one piece.
His hand caused Ana to stop swaying, but her anxiety was going up the charts with his last comment. Was it worth hanging out with her friends? Could she push things off? … she really missed them. Blair continued to eye her daughter which wasn’t making this any easier. There was also the news of probably, maybe, running for like secretary or something for the student council! Emmy-Lou said she had a running mate in mind but ever since Mina told her this could really help her grow, she felt like hey, maybe it was worth a try. Plus, there wasn’t anyone running for secretary if she wasn’t mistaken! That meant she might win by default.
“Daddy… I…” Her thumbs started battling each other, as her gaze diverted from looking into her father’s dark gaze. There was a light ‘tsk’ from Blair, which swiftly brought Ana back to looking at her father. Don’t break eye contact. Speak with confidence. Tell him what you want. Hope for the best. Don’t overreact like Scott. “I was wondering… well, you see… I read this really good book, The Mists of Avalon, and I wanted to share my thoughts with my friends… at one of their houses… probably Dahlia’s… this weekend. For one night! I, uh, also want to get their opinions on the idea of me running in the sudden, super sudden, school election. I think being a cute little secretary would suit me.” Her voice got quieter and quieter the more and more she explained herself.
With the reveal of the election, Blair’s expression changed from encouraging to bafflement. This was news to her too. Ana actually wanted to do a speech in front of people? Was this even her idea? The worries feeling Blair about the possible ridicule her daughter could go through if she embarrassed herself. Ana wasn’t the most sociable and she literally feared being in the spotlight: “Are you sure?”
There was a lot there to take in. Ana had said many words, and only a few of them were like things she would normally say. He was used to her asking to spend time with her friends, and that wasn’t a problem. She wanted one night, she could have two nights if she wanted — he didn’t mind that. He was, however, slightly concerned about a school election. That wasn’t something he had heard about… Granted, he didn’t really get along with Scott, and had very few other connections to the school.
However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride in what Ana was suggesting. It was good of her to try and get herself out there, and be… more. Gabriel, perhaps to the surprise of everyone in the room, waved Blair’s concerns away and looked at his daughter and nodded. “I think that's a good idea. Why don’t you take the whole weekend, instead just one night?”
“REALLY?” Le gasp. Anastasia had a full weekend with her besties?! Well, she needed to see if Dahlia was okay with it, which she was sure she would, since it helped her escape from the screaming matches of her parents. A WHOLE weekend for witch activity!! She hadn’t done fun rituals and ceremonies since the last time she saw them. There was so much they could do now that she was back. “THANK YOU DADDY.” The little girl clapped her gloved hands together in energetic excitement. This took a surprising turn that Blair liked seeing. This was a side she wished one day her class could see. Happy-go-lucky, bubbly Anastasia Lyon. “May I call Doll, please?” She kindly asked to be excused so she can get in contact with the leader of her pack, Dahlia Rothstein.
At this, Gabriel nodded, and gave his daughter a kiss on her cheek. “Of course you can. Be good.” Gabriel said, gesturing for Ana to get on her way. He had something he needed to deal with anyway — he knew why Blair and Ana came home early, Blair had texted him. He knew what was coming… and it wasn’t his fault; Scott was just a piece of garbage.
When their daughter rushed off, Blair faced her husband and although her eyes had daggers in them, they still respected his authority, “Care to explain the six voicemails from our son? What exactly happened while I was away, Gabriel? You can’t just go kicking him out, thinking that’s the best way he’ll learn his lessons.” Although she wanted to be upset at him, she wasn’t one to put up a fight like Kylie does with Troy. She sought answers, but ultimately would accept whatever he gave her. She loved him too much to stay mad at him.
“He wouldn’t stop crying about that Katie girl, so I told him to stop whining and go figure something out to get over her. I got sick of it, he’s my son and he acts like that? Come on.” Gabriel said in a huff, folding his arms over his chest. Scott was a disappointment, in every sense of the word, but Blair was good at helping him see straight, and at least acknowledge he’d possibly overreacted. He wasn’t going to die on the hill, but he felt like he had a case that could be made. “I flipped him out of his chair and told him to go figure shit out with Katie, or not to come back. He figured shit out, and where is he now? Sitting upstairs with AJ.”
“Oh? I didn’t know he was here.” The news of her son being safe and at home caused all her concerns and worries to disappear. Perhaps Gabriel did a good thing and ignited the Lyon in Scott. The chair flipping wasn’t necessary and perhaps he was too harsh, dropping threats and making their son scared shitless... She’d have to teach her husband to not yell when he wants to set things straight, get more on a friend level than being the scary-fucking-Reaper that he was. Teaching Gabriel to share his feelings in a kinder manner, though, to anyone that wasn’t her was a lifelong challenge. “I suppose I’ll let this pass, but we need to work on your tone and temper. This is the age where Scott needs a heart-to-heart with you, not be thrown to the wolves like you were. It’s hard, I get it, and you want him to just know how to man up but if you need someone to blame, blame me. I spoiled him. You did warn me what it would do to him, but I didn’t listen, so it’s my fault.” She wanted to see her son.
“Whatever.”
It was close enough, right? Gabriel was done with the conversation — he didn’t have any interest in continuing it, and he didn’t think Blair had any interest in anything he didn’t want. “SCOTT! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!”
A pause.
“What do you want, motherfucker!?”
After that, Gabriel stared at his wife, with an ‘i told you so look on his face,’ and let it sit for a second, before he replied. “YOUR MOTHER IS HERE!”
“Hey Munchkin! Hey AJ! Come give me a hug.”
“Yeah, Munchkin. Let’s give your moms a hug.” AJ teased his friend.
“Mommy…” Anastasia whisperingly tried to get the musical savant’s attention.
“Speak up, Ana.” Snapping her phone closed, the annoyed mother, and the most musically inclined in the Lyon family, unceremoniously tossed her phone back into her purse. The littlest Lyon opened her mouth to respond but closed it immediately. Maybe this wasn’t the time to ask… “Anastasia.”
“C-can I go to a sleepover this weekend? W-with Dahlia and I-Iris?” She swiftly asked her mother, who responded with a shrug.
“You can ask your father. He hasn’t seen you in two weeks, so I don’t know if he’d like you spending your first weekend back with friends over him.” The two women’s conversation was interrupted with their chauffeur opening the backdoor.
“You shouldn’t keep him waiting, Mrs.” Of course. Gabriel was a high maintenance dude and if his girls weren’t prompt that would make his mood more sour than it already was because of Scott.
“Come on, daddy is expecting us.” After exiting the vehicle, Blair offered her hand for her daughter to grab. A dainty, lace gloved hand reached out of the car and needily grasped onto the thin and pale hand of her mother’s. Even if her mother wasn’t sick in this moment, she had a tendency to look ghastly, which concerned grandmother Bianca dearly. Her mother was weak, though, in comparison to other middle-aged women, so taking care of her was Ana’s priority. Always. That’s why her father’s earnest request for them to go on vacation, to get some Vitamin D and relaxation, was something they couldn’t refuse even if they both knew he didn’t like his girls being far away from him. Ever.
Now holding hands, Ana let her little body take charge and lead her mother into their humble abode. Their gardens was one of the best in SoCal because Gabriel knew it brought both his girls peace and if he made his home exactly what they wanted, they wouldn’t want to leave, which for the most part, is how things have always been. Up until Ana started making friends with people that weren’t family, like Iris and Gia, this is how things were. Aside from them, Mina Bellerose came to visit and was Ana’s first friend, but respected his law. She’d bring the party to his house, not the other way around, taking his daughter away from him.
Blair and Ana never strayed too far from the nest unless he allowed it. With the ‘witches’, Ana wanted to be out more and that was a battle that she’d have to fight on her own. If Scott had to constantly duke things out with his father, so did the princess. Blair knew this would help her in the long run, socially and well, to be more of a kid than a caged bird. When the maid opened the entrance door, Ana ‘called out’, which was really an average talking voice since she usually just whispers, “Daddy, we’re home…”
There were few things in the world that could make Gabriel happy. Most things in the world just made him some variation of grumpy; it was a combination of his line of work and his upbringing, but the reality was… Gabriel Lyon was not a pleasant person. He was rarely happy, he was never satisfied… even so, hearing his daughter’s voice was a fairly easy way to cheer him up, just a little bit.
So, when he was sitting in the living room and watching TV (he was watching A Pup Named Scooby-Doo), and he heard his daughter’s voice flutter into his ears, as soft as ever, a curious thing happened. Something that was rare, and out of place happened… Gabriel smiled.
With the smile still on his face, Gabriel headed toward the entrance. He was happy to see his girls; finally something nice would be in this house. All he had was his son and that… got real old, real fast. He was raising a goddamn pussy, somehow! He didn’t even understand how someone could grow up with him for a father and be such a… weasely little twat. It didn’t make sense to Gabriel.
Thinking about it killed his vibe, and by the time he was in the line of sight of his girls, the smile had faded and was replaced by Gabriel’s natural, grumpy looking expression. His voice, at least, didn’t sound grumpy. “Right on time. It’s good to see you guys. How was the trip?”
While a butler grabbed Blair’s jacket and purse, the mother gave her daughter a simple ‘you go’ look, giving her more opportunities to speak. Swaying from her toes to her heels, back and forth, back and forth, her hands clasped together, having released her mother’s hand the moment they were in front of father, Ana gracefully and with the sweetest politeness of the world answered, “It was delightful, though a little lonesome since I missed you. I spent a lot of time playing Solene and reading with mommy.” When the waiting staff was done with handling the ladies’ things, Blair went beside her husband, kissing his cheek but ultimately staying quiet.
Gabriel nodded. He would hope the trip had been good; after all, he sent them to a private island, where they would be just as babied, sheltered, and cared for as they would be at home. Their vacations were done by design, because Gabriel wasn’t about to send them just anywhere. Neither of them much cared for people, and he wasn’t going to force them to suffer the presence of others if they didn’t have to. When Blair took her spot at his side, Gabriel draped an arm around her and returned the kiss on her cheek. “Good. You’re home now, and you don’t have to go anywhere for awhile, if you don’t want to.” Gabriel smiled and put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. He was just happy they were back and in one piece.
His hand caused Ana to stop swaying, but her anxiety was going up the charts with his last comment. Was it worth hanging out with her friends? Could she push things off? … she really missed them. Blair continued to eye her daughter which wasn’t making this any easier. There was also the news of probably, maybe, running for like secretary or something for the student council! Emmy-Lou said she had a running mate in mind but ever since Mina told her this could really help her grow, she felt like hey, maybe it was worth a try. Plus, there wasn’t anyone running for secretary if she wasn’t mistaken! That meant she might win by default.
“Daddy… I…” Her thumbs started battling each other, as her gaze diverted from looking into her father’s dark gaze. There was a light ‘tsk’ from Blair, which swiftly brought Ana back to looking at her father. Don’t break eye contact. Speak with confidence. Tell him what you want. Hope for the best. Don’t overreact like Scott. “I was wondering… well, you see… I read this really good book, The Mists of Avalon, and I wanted to share my thoughts with my friends… at one of their houses… probably Dahlia’s… this weekend. For one night! I, uh, also want to get their opinions on the idea of me running in the sudden, super sudden, school election. I think being a cute little secretary would suit me.” Her voice got quieter and quieter the more and more she explained herself.
With the reveal of the election, Blair’s expression changed from encouraging to bafflement. This was news to her too. Ana actually wanted to do a speech in front of people? Was this even her idea? The worries feeling Blair about the possible ridicule her daughter could go through if she embarrassed herself. Ana wasn’t the most sociable and she literally feared being in the spotlight: “Are you sure?”
There was a lot there to take in. Ana had said many words, and only a few of them were like things she would normally say. He was used to her asking to spend time with her friends, and that wasn’t a problem. She wanted one night, she could have two nights if she wanted — he didn’t mind that. He was, however, slightly concerned about a school election. That wasn’t something he had heard about… Granted, he didn’t really get along with Scott, and had very few other connections to the school.
However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride in what Ana was suggesting. It was good of her to try and get herself out there, and be… more. Gabriel, perhaps to the surprise of everyone in the room, waved Blair’s concerns away and looked at his daughter and nodded. “I think that's a good idea. Why don’t you take the whole weekend, instead just one night?”
“REALLY?” Le gasp. Anastasia had a full weekend with her besties?! Well, she needed to see if Dahlia was okay with it, which she was sure she would, since it helped her escape from the screaming matches of her parents. A WHOLE weekend for witch activity!! She hadn’t done fun rituals and ceremonies since the last time she saw them. There was so much they could do now that she was back. “THANK YOU DADDY.” The little girl clapped her gloved hands together in energetic excitement. This took a surprising turn that Blair liked seeing. This was a side she wished one day her class could see. Happy-go-lucky, bubbly Anastasia Lyon. “May I call Doll, please?” She kindly asked to be excused so she can get in contact with the leader of her pack, Dahlia Rothstein.
At this, Gabriel nodded, and gave his daughter a kiss on her cheek. “Of course you can. Be good.” Gabriel said, gesturing for Ana to get on her way. He had something he needed to deal with anyway — he knew why Blair and Ana came home early, Blair had texted him. He knew what was coming… and it wasn’t his fault; Scott was just a piece of garbage.
When their daughter rushed off, Blair faced her husband and although her eyes had daggers in them, they still respected his authority, “Care to explain the six voicemails from our son? What exactly happened while I was away, Gabriel? You can’t just go kicking him out, thinking that’s the best way he’ll learn his lessons.” Although she wanted to be upset at him, she wasn’t one to put up a fight like Kylie does with Troy. She sought answers, but ultimately would accept whatever he gave her. She loved him too much to stay mad at him.
“He wouldn’t stop crying about that Katie girl, so I told him to stop whining and go figure something out to get over her. I got sick of it, he’s my son and he acts like that? Come on.” Gabriel said in a huff, folding his arms over his chest. Scott was a disappointment, in every sense of the word, but Blair was good at helping him see straight, and at least acknowledge he’d possibly overreacted. He wasn’t going to die on the hill, but he felt like he had a case that could be made. “I flipped him out of his chair and told him to go figure shit out with Katie, or not to come back. He figured shit out, and where is he now? Sitting upstairs with AJ.”
“Oh? I didn’t know he was here.” The news of her son being safe and at home caused all her concerns and worries to disappear. Perhaps Gabriel did a good thing and ignited the Lyon in Scott. The chair flipping wasn’t necessary and perhaps he was too harsh, dropping threats and making their son scared shitless... She’d have to teach her husband to not yell when he wants to set things straight, get more on a friend level than being the scary-fucking-Reaper that he was. Teaching Gabriel to share his feelings in a kinder manner, though, to anyone that wasn’t her was a lifelong challenge. “I suppose I’ll let this pass, but we need to work on your tone and temper. This is the age where Scott needs a heart-to-heart with you, not be thrown to the wolves like you were. It’s hard, I get it, and you want him to just know how to man up but if you need someone to blame, blame me. I spoiled him. You did warn me what it would do to him, but I didn’t listen, so it’s my fault.” She wanted to see her son.
“Whatever.”
It was close enough, right? Gabriel was done with the conversation — he didn’t have any interest in continuing it, and he didn’t think Blair had any interest in anything he didn’t want. “SCOTT! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!”
A pause.
“What do you want, motherfucker!?”
After that, Gabriel stared at his wife, with an ‘i told you so look on his face,’ and let it sit for a second, before he replied. “YOUR MOTHER IS HERE!”
“Hey Munchkin! Hey AJ! Come give me a hug.”
“Yeah, Munchkin. Let’s give your moms a hug.” AJ teased his friend.
@Framing A Moose maybe when my rp load eases up I’ll consider rebooting Aces High but changing it up a little bit. Camp rps aren’t the easiest to keep alive so the concept rlly has to get the player base invested. I wanted Aces High to have like a Wet Hot American Summer feel but at last it’s a very niche genre. I named it after an RV park I visited a lot when I was younger, since my grandma had an RV which was like her vacation home lol
Location: Ferry → Party Cabana
Interacting with: Inadvertently, his summer roommates
Drea @Altered Tundra & Jade @NeoAJ
Interacting with: Inadvertently, his summer roommates
Drea @Altered Tundra & Jade @NeoAJ
The ‘boy wonder’ Zayden Aspen intentionally made himself blend into the surrounding area. Unnoticed and unseen, especially compared to the version of himself everyone saw on the daily. The rowdyruff friend that never failed to pressure people to do what Rachel wanted. The reward? He helped brighten up her day, giving her something to laugh and smile about. Other than that? Zero, zip, zilch, nada. He had a job and she made sure he knew exactly what that job was.
Her hype man.
He was the one that would do a kegstand and immediately afterwards challenge some wallflower to beer pong or convince the target to do a body jello shot off of him or let someone else do one off of them. He was down, for most things. Up until sex, at least. He had a hellavu will to resist some of these fine, scrumdidilyumptious delights that were simply candy to his eyes. Okay there may have been a couple of one night stands, but he never talks about them. FOR THE MOST PART, he was preoccupied pleasing one woman. All day, everyday. And not in a sexual way. Hashtag, brother zone.
Anyways, Zay helped make sure the party was motherfucking lit. He was the one coming in clutch when everyone had the munchies. Somehow, as if he was blessed with magical properties, he came barging into Rachel’s den with a platter that held a mountain of tacos. Godsend, dude. He just knew. On top of that, Z-Dog was capable of thinking of games on the spot and incorporating alcohol in it because substance helped bring out people’s bestial sides. Ain’t a party without animals. Awooooooooooooo. That’s how bonds are made, baby! Games. It was all about giving the people what they wanted. One crazy ass night.
Hell, parties gave memories worth remembering forever. Whether they liked them or not was a different story. Yeah, he would do anything for her. He couldn’t help himself — she was just, so… just, so… money. She was money. The highest form of an Aspen compliment was being related to money. Drea would know. She’s met his father.
With shades on and his hoodie hiding his dark and smooth hair, Zayden rested in his seat on the ferry, ignoring all those around him. He had napped on the plane and he made sure to nap on the boat ride too. He knew the moment they stepped on the sands of Carnation Island, the party wouldn’t stop. He didn’t see this adventure as multiple parties on private land that belonged to the token animal of Woodfard University. Nah, man.
Knowing Rachel, she was taking this to the next level. Think Las Vegas, but worst because everyone knew everyone to some degree even if they never said ‘hey’ to each other. This place was about to blow and everything was going to be one surreal dream of revelry and mistakes. You best believe Zayden was going to nap while he could. He’d make sure this first bash went past dawn. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t at least do that?
When the ferry pulled up to the dock, Zayden let his body move on auto-pilot. Yawning wildly, like a lion, he stretched his arms and legs as everyone stepped off. Sluggishly, he put his backpack on, slung his duffel over his right shoulder, and followed behind, leaving a generous tip in the jar on the bar, before exiting. He didn’t even drink, even if the party started hours ago. He was just a good guy and knew those staff members were exhausted. Always tip well. That’s how you get treated with respect, earn free shit, and make friends. That’s what his dad would say. In addition, Zade wasn’t going to play this summer foolishly. Today, the time that mattered was nighttime. That’s when the true shenanigans would start. He needed to save his energy. There was no way in hell he was going to rely on red bull unless he was in dire need to. Too much sugar. Heart attack in a can. Not his jam.
As much as he loved Rachel and her ostentatious presentations, Zayden hadn’t fully woken up yet. People didn’t even recognize him standing in the back, covered up like some creep, dozing off.
Sorry, Rach.
He could see the colors on the screen and hear her loud, chirping voice. Wakey, wakey, Invader Z! It’s time to put in work and make sure my party is a fucking success! She didn’t actually say that, but that’s what he heard. I’ll kill you. She would never, or would she? When the crowd scattered to go wherever the fuck they wanted, the atheletic boy that grew into his charming features, who had both a lion heart and a kind soul, even if the ‘party’ attitude sometimes got in the way of his gentle touch, found himself trudging to find his cabana.
Fortunately, he had already sent his shoes to his room in advance. Rachel knew how much he loved his shoes, so of course he'd make sure they got to his room safely before his arrival. Sending it meant he could take more than just the bare minimal. She even went out of her way to set up a pull up bar for him, on his closet door, and put a stash of energy bars in his nightstand drawer. See, she cared. So, yeah, he may not know his exact cabana's location but he knew that it was the big one and his room was on the second floor that had his collection of shoes in it.
While he silently walked, he reconnected his phone to his Bluetooth earpieces and restarted the last song (WINGS by Macklemore x Ryan Lewis) on his current playlist. He didn't even check his phone battery. Hopefully it'll last for a bit! If not, oh well. As the song played, he messaged in the Facebook thread with his family and let them know he was safe. Nodding to himself, slowly but surely waking up, he followed the map in his heart or the signs and started making a mental list in his head. He wanted to achieve three things. Wake up, which might entail a quick workout session. Unpack, everything. Quickly, thoroughly, and with organizational intention. And lastly, look and smell fresh so he can do what he does best for his girl.
HYPE.
When he did find "The Party Cabana", he helped himself in, tacitly, and although he knew this was rude and unlike him, he didn't announce his presence. If people were in here already, he was NOT ready to deal with them. Like girls had to put make up on, Zayden had to get in the ZONE especially when it came to putting his extreme extroverted face on.
Deciding to appreciate the cabana later, Zayden hurriedly went upstairs and after opening the wrong room, he turned on his heel, went down the hall, and then saw a sticky note from his girl: this room, idiot.
Awesome.
Retreating to his room, he tossed his bags on his bed, took out his Bluetooth speaker from his backpack, connected his phone to it — battery was at 30 percent — and let the playlist continue but this time LOUDLY and PROUDLY. After placing the speaker on the mini fridge, he eagerly took off his hoodie and shirt, pumping himself up for a seven minute workout. After doing some stretches, jumping jacks, fast feet, he went to his pull up bar and did his thing.
Priorities, man.
Her hype man.
He was the one that would do a kegstand and immediately afterwards challenge some wallflower to beer pong or convince the target to do a body jello shot off of him or let someone else do one off of them. He was down, for most things. Up until sex, at least. He had a hellavu will to resist some of these fine, scrumdidilyumptious delights that were simply candy to his eyes. Okay there may have been a couple of one night stands, but he never talks about them. FOR THE MOST PART, he was preoccupied pleasing one woman. All day, everyday. And not in a sexual way. Hashtag, brother zone.
Anyways, Zay helped make sure the party was motherfucking lit. He was the one coming in clutch when everyone had the munchies. Somehow, as if he was blessed with magical properties, he came barging into Rachel’s den with a platter that held a mountain of tacos. Godsend, dude. He just knew. On top of that, Z-Dog was capable of thinking of games on the spot and incorporating alcohol in it because substance helped bring out people’s bestial sides. Ain’t a party without animals. Awooooooooooooo. That’s how bonds are made, baby! Games. It was all about giving the people what they wanted. One crazy ass night.
Hell, parties gave memories worth remembering forever. Whether they liked them or not was a different story. Yeah, he would do anything for her. He couldn’t help himself — she was just, so… just, so… money. She was money. The highest form of an Aspen compliment was being related to money. Drea would know. She’s met his father.
With shades on and his hoodie hiding his dark and smooth hair, Zayden rested in his seat on the ferry, ignoring all those around him. He had napped on the plane and he made sure to nap on the boat ride too. He knew the moment they stepped on the sands of Carnation Island, the party wouldn’t stop. He didn’t see this adventure as multiple parties on private land that belonged to the token animal of Woodfard University. Nah, man.
Knowing Rachel, she was taking this to the next level. Think Las Vegas, but worst because everyone knew everyone to some degree even if they never said ‘hey’ to each other. This place was about to blow and everything was going to be one surreal dream of revelry and mistakes. You best believe Zayden was going to nap while he could. He’d make sure this first bash went past dawn. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t at least do that?
When the ferry pulled up to the dock, Zayden let his body move on auto-pilot. Yawning wildly, like a lion, he stretched his arms and legs as everyone stepped off. Sluggishly, he put his backpack on, slung his duffel over his right shoulder, and followed behind, leaving a generous tip in the jar on the bar, before exiting. He didn’t even drink, even if the party started hours ago. He was just a good guy and knew those staff members were exhausted. Always tip well. That’s how you get treated with respect, earn free shit, and make friends. That’s what his dad would say. In addition, Zade wasn’t going to play this summer foolishly. Today, the time that mattered was nighttime. That’s when the true shenanigans would start. He needed to save his energy. There was no way in hell he was going to rely on red bull unless he was in dire need to. Too much sugar. Heart attack in a can. Not his jam.
As much as he loved Rachel and her ostentatious presentations, Zayden hadn’t fully woken up yet. People didn’t even recognize him standing in the back, covered up like some creep, dozing off.
Sorry, Rach.
He could see the colors on the screen and hear her loud, chirping voice. Wakey, wakey, Invader Z! It’s time to put in work and make sure my party is a fucking success! She didn’t actually say that, but that’s what he heard. I’ll kill you. She would never, or would she? When the crowd scattered to go wherever the fuck they wanted, the atheletic boy that grew into his charming features, who had both a lion heart and a kind soul, even if the ‘party’ attitude sometimes got in the way of his gentle touch, found himself trudging to find his cabana.
Fortunately, he had already sent his shoes to his room in advance. Rachel knew how much he loved his shoes, so of course he'd make sure they got to his room safely before his arrival. Sending it meant he could take more than just the bare minimal. She even went out of her way to set up a pull up bar for him, on his closet door, and put a stash of energy bars in his nightstand drawer. See, she cared. So, yeah, he may not know his exact cabana's location but he knew that it was the big one and his room was on the second floor that had his collection of shoes in it.
While he silently walked, he reconnected his phone to his Bluetooth earpieces and restarted the last song (WINGS by Macklemore x Ryan Lewis) on his current playlist. He didn't even check his phone battery. Hopefully it'll last for a bit! If not, oh well. As the song played, he messaged in the Facebook thread with his family and let them know he was safe. Nodding to himself, slowly but surely waking up, he followed the map in his heart or the signs and started making a mental list in his head. He wanted to achieve three things. Wake up, which might entail a quick workout session. Unpack, everything. Quickly, thoroughly, and with organizational intention. And lastly, look and smell fresh so he can do what he does best for his girl.
HYPE.
When he did find "The Party Cabana", he helped himself in, tacitly, and although he knew this was rude and unlike him, he didn't announce his presence. If people were in here already, he was NOT ready to deal with them. Like girls had to put make up on, Zayden had to get in the ZONE especially when it came to putting his extreme extroverted face on.
Deciding to appreciate the cabana later, Zayden hurriedly went upstairs and after opening the wrong room, he turned on his heel, went down the hall, and then saw a sticky note from his girl: this room, idiot.
Awesome.
Retreating to his room, he tossed his bags on his bed, took out his Bluetooth speaker from his backpack, connected his phone to it — battery was at 30 percent — and let the playlist continue but this time LOUDLY and PROUDLY. After placing the speaker on the mini fridge, he eagerly took off his hoodie and shirt, pumping himself up for a seven minute workout. After doing some stretches, jumping jacks, fast feet, he went to his pull up bar and did his thing.
Priorities, man.
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as Joseph Kable & Hugo the Hobo
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Entering the Bellagio lobby, AJ Tyler took off his shades, latching it onto his top, and stared up at the Dale Chihuly Glass Sculpture. He had memories in this place when he was younger. Running around and causing mischief. His cousins practically lived in whichever MGM casino and resort they wanted to – any given day. The Bellagio, though? This was his aunt’s pride and joy. Something about the extreme luxury of this resort, with custom art, whirlpool tubs, and butlers, just spat pretentious.
Glancing at his Louis Moinet Meteoris watch, a gift from his mother, he noted to himself that it was approaching the time they should eat: Noon. Not everyone had an early start, but they all knew where they were meeting. As long as everyone got to the Bellagio between 11 to 11:30am, AJ would be satisfied. They would still have their afternoon and most of tomorrow to enjoy Sin City.
Once Sami entered the city, however, he had to take a detour. He chose to rent a car to take Kim to the airport. She had a family emergency and unfortunately couldn’t commit to this ‘successful’ road trip. It seemed even his group, the Gearheads, were getting smaller and smaller by the hour. It was only day two! Mandy left yesterday because she didn't feel wanted and sometime through the night, Parker and Monica sped off to who-the-hell-knows! No one even said goodbye. Or even told him what's up! Besides Kim. And she wasn't even part of his group. Misfits seemed to have more class, it seemed. Minus a certain woman. *cough*
Turning his head to look at the entrance, he saw a girl walk in, whose physique reminded him of his best friend. THAT woman.
...Would they make up? It was hard to pretend to not be mind fucked ever since he woke up and found out NEWS. Shaking his head, in annoyance, he brought his attention back to the front desk. She spent an entire night in his cabin. The first night she confesses, she sleeps with him. What a fucking slut. Okay, he had to stop thinking about these negative thoughts. In contrast, AJ ended up sleeping in his car because the two girls he invited in his tent caused him to overheat and he hated that feeling, so he let them snuggle up with one another and he enjoyed the coolness of the night. All his efforts with building a tent for nothing.
Why was he so bitter?
He needed to get better, not bitter.
Today was a new day! He was bitter two years ago and NOTHING has changed. It's time to move on. Be happy. Approaching the front desk, the young Fireball obnoxiously hit the bell numerous times and when the lady came to the front to speak kind words to this disruptive guest, she noticed who it was and grimaced. Shortly after, she was on the phone calling someone…
In a conference room, We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel was playing on maximum volume as the youngest Kable twin, Trent, swayed his feet to one of his favorite singers as he drew an ICE BREATHING DRAGON. He was nineteen now and still extremely young minded. 'Special' as his sister puts it. Yesterday, his older twin had told him that AJ would be visiting, which hasn’t happened in almost a year and a half! From what his cousin would say, he was busy with his friends and couldn’t drive four hours to see them. That’s okay. They visited him on Christmas anyways! “... Joe, McCarthy, Richard, Nixon, Studerbaker, Television, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn, Monroe…”
“You OWE me, Joseph.” On one end of the conference table was Trent’s big sister, Sonya… she was twenty one… if he remembered correctly. “Those people signed that stupid contract. Now pay up motherfucker.”
“Rosenbergs, H-Bombs, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom, Brando, ‘The King and I’, and ‘The Catcher in the Rye’...”
Joseph Kable sat absentmindedly at the other end of the conference table, watching his rather entitled sister with listless eyes. A turkey club in hand he took another bite, slowly chewing as he watched his sister seethe and his brother.. Well he did whatever the hell he wanted. Joey didn’t normally mind, kid was entertaining in his own way and the fucker practically shared the same room with him until they were 10; Joey had gotten used to his quirks. Sonya… however was just a bitch looking for a little extra cash under the table when she didn’t have any ‘gigs’ available at ‘Big Tony’s’. Sure, she’d done a little extra business for him, gotten a few big wigs to sign a couple of contracts, ensure they’d be ‘VIP’, but this bitch was expecting him to pay out two days after she’d done it? Hell no…
Throwing a couple of chips in his mouth and swigging out the last of his coke, down to the annoying straw sucking at the end, he sighed in pleasure before placing the cup down. Grabbing one of the napkins on his end he started patting his mouth dry before wiping his hands in the cheap paper material. Sighing he started, “Listen sister,” Joey tossed the wad away, his hands coming together, “I get where you’re comin’ from, I see it, I hear it, I fuckin’ feel it. You know what I don’t sense though?” Pausing for dramatic effect, “I ain’t smellin’ it, fuck all even, you know what I mean right? That bacon, sizzlin’ in it’s fat, fuckin’ stinkin’ up the place, I. Ain’t. Smellin’ it.” Leaning back in his seat he folded his arms over, “I ain’t sayin’ I don’t appreciate your services or that I’m witholdin’ this debt I owe to ya, but baby, until I see Mr. Franklin and Jackson comin’ through those doors, you ain’t getting the 20% we agreed upon.”
“Oh? Then maybe Mr. Franklin and Jackson can kiss my phat ass. You know they won’t be agreeing to you, because you’re an ass. All they care about is this.” She grabbed her tits, for extra effect. Trent glanced up, shook his head, and then went back to shading his art and jamming to his song. They were always like this, even when they were kids. The only difference was the topics were mature and he barely understood what they were talking about over half the time!
“Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev, Rockefeller, Campanbella, Communist Bloc..”
Joey watched his sister’s vulgarity, an eye raised as she attempted to make her point, “You mean the fucker’s weren’t already kissin’ it? Don’t you think Georgie, Jeffrey and Abe might get a little jealous? Or was it Marcy? Honestly I can’t remember how many noses you’ve had jammed up your fuckin’ twat at this point.” Leaning forward on the table, “Don’t matter much either way, until the bills start rollin’ in, you ain’t seein’ a fuckin’ cent! If nothin’ else, consider your fuckin’ work to be on commission when it involves me.”
“We didn't start the fire. It was always burning, since the world's been turning!”
The siblings were interrupted by the landline ringing, “I’m going to get what I want. I always do.” She glared at the dick that was her younger brother. Not Trent. He was a good boy. JOSEPH. “I ain’t picking it up. Have fun babysitting.” And with that, Sonya stormed out. She had better things to do then spend her morning arguing, like steal his money anyways and have a good ol’ time with her girlfriends. Her parents were withholding her allowance for an 'undetermined' amount of time saying she has a shopping problem. They went out of their way to freeze her accounts. As if!
No longer singing to the song, the cutest Kable heavily sighed, “You made her angry.”
Sighing as she stormed off, he looked to his brother, a slightly sad look on his face, “You think I’m being hard on her bro?” Before Trent could answer though, Joey was back to his old demeanor and waved his hand dismissively, “Shut the fuck up Trent, she’s a cunt and deserved it.” Hand reaching for the phone he couldn’t help but keep up his tirade, “Fuckin’ money suckin’ bitch, I’ll hang her goddamn tits on the wall for Christ’s~”, picking up the phone, Joseph asked in a rather annoyed tone, “What?!”
“Mr. Kable,” Karen, receptionist, miserable bitch, all wrapped up in one package, “Your ‘guests’ have arrived.” Even in the rather derisive tone his front of staff used, Joey was actually rather pleased, his cousin managed to arrive early. “Excellent! Make sure they’re well accommodated and have them sit tight, I’ll be right on down to greet ‘em.” The receptionist continued on, “Of course Mr. Kable, I would like to inform you however tha-” and without further interruption Joey quickly hung up. “Pack up your bags Trent, family is in town and it’s time to greet ‘em.” Standing up and adjusting his suit, he opened the door for Trent. As his brother began to walk out, Joey quickly slung his arm around his younger twin, “I think this is gonna be a weekend to remember, eh bro?”
“Uh, yeah. You bet.”
Back down at the lounge, AJ sprawled himself on one of the few seats left available and barked at his friends, and Misfit company, “Before my cousins get here, what do you guys want to do? I know I’m starving so that’s on the top of my list. We can chill for a bit, or walk the strip. Split in groups. I really don’t care. And I guess… the hobo is chillen with us still?” AJ was honestly baffled that Hugo was still with them, basking in their tense friendship and lust (fucking Val).
Hugo already had his guitar out again, strumming some light cords. Upon hearing the call from his young compatriot he responded with, “My name is Hugo, monsieur! Not ‘Hobo’ I know it can be quite difficult to call me by my correct name!” Hugo chortled, but in his mind, he was still trying to process what had happened. He woke up in the middle of a desert campsite amongst a group of young adults. Some seemed rather groggy, some seemed rather ashamed, and some seemed like they just wanted to get on with their day. All in all, Hugo had no recollection of the group he had spent the night with as he went through his journal, and yet some of them actually greeted him. He smiled in return, of course, as not to seem rude to the company he had slept amongst. After reviewing his journal while the rest dismantled their campsite, he found they were going in a direction that he was headed, so...why not tag along? Though some were confused, they seemed to allow Hugo to come into their fold and ride with them for whatever crazy journey they had ahead.
Glancing at his Louis Moinet Meteoris watch, a gift from his mother, he noted to himself that it was approaching the time they should eat: Noon. Not everyone had an early start, but they all knew where they were meeting. As long as everyone got to the Bellagio between 11 to 11:30am, AJ would be satisfied. They would still have their afternoon and most of tomorrow to enjoy Sin City.
Once Sami entered the city, however, he had to take a detour. He chose to rent a car to take Kim to the airport. She had a family emergency and unfortunately couldn’t commit to this ‘successful’ road trip. It seemed even his group, the Gearheads, were getting smaller and smaller by the hour. It was only day two! Mandy left yesterday because she didn't feel wanted and sometime through the night, Parker and Monica sped off to who-the-hell-knows! No one even said goodbye. Or even told him what's up! Besides Kim. And she wasn't even part of his group. Misfits seemed to have more class, it seemed. Minus a certain woman. *cough*
Turning his head to look at the entrance, he saw a girl walk in, whose physique reminded him of his best friend. THAT woman.
...Would they make up? It was hard to pretend to not be mind fucked ever since he woke up and found out NEWS. Shaking his head, in annoyance, he brought his attention back to the front desk. She spent an entire night in his cabin. The first night she confesses, she sleeps with him. What a fucking slut. Okay, he had to stop thinking about these negative thoughts. In contrast, AJ ended up sleeping in his car because the two girls he invited in his tent caused him to overheat and he hated that feeling, so he let them snuggle up with one another and he enjoyed the coolness of the night. All his efforts with building a tent for nothing.
Why was he so bitter?
He needed to get better, not bitter.
Today was a new day! He was bitter two years ago and NOTHING has changed. It's time to move on. Be happy. Approaching the front desk, the young Fireball obnoxiously hit the bell numerous times and when the lady came to the front to speak kind words to this disruptive guest, she noticed who it was and grimaced. Shortly after, she was on the phone calling someone…
~
In a conference room, We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel was playing on maximum volume as the youngest Kable twin, Trent, swayed his feet to one of his favorite singers as he drew an ICE BREATHING DRAGON. He was nineteen now and still extremely young minded. 'Special' as his sister puts it. Yesterday, his older twin had told him that AJ would be visiting, which hasn’t happened in almost a year and a half! From what his cousin would say, he was busy with his friends and couldn’t drive four hours to see them. That’s okay. They visited him on Christmas anyways! “... Joe, McCarthy, Richard, Nixon, Studerbaker, Television, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn, Monroe…”
“You OWE me, Joseph.” On one end of the conference table was Trent’s big sister, Sonya… she was twenty one… if he remembered correctly. “Those people signed that stupid contract. Now pay up motherfucker.”
“Rosenbergs, H-Bombs, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom, Brando, ‘The King and I’, and ‘The Catcher in the Rye’...”
Joseph Kable sat absentmindedly at the other end of the conference table, watching his rather entitled sister with listless eyes. A turkey club in hand he took another bite, slowly chewing as he watched his sister seethe and his brother.. Well he did whatever the hell he wanted. Joey didn’t normally mind, kid was entertaining in his own way and the fucker practically shared the same room with him until they were 10; Joey had gotten used to his quirks. Sonya… however was just a bitch looking for a little extra cash under the table when she didn’t have any ‘gigs’ available at ‘Big Tony’s’. Sure, she’d done a little extra business for him, gotten a few big wigs to sign a couple of contracts, ensure they’d be ‘VIP’, but this bitch was expecting him to pay out two days after she’d done it? Hell no…
Throwing a couple of chips in his mouth and swigging out the last of his coke, down to the annoying straw sucking at the end, he sighed in pleasure before placing the cup down. Grabbing one of the napkins on his end he started patting his mouth dry before wiping his hands in the cheap paper material. Sighing he started, “Listen sister,” Joey tossed the wad away, his hands coming together, “I get where you’re comin’ from, I see it, I hear it, I fuckin’ feel it. You know what I don’t sense though?” Pausing for dramatic effect, “I ain’t smellin’ it, fuck all even, you know what I mean right? That bacon, sizzlin’ in it’s fat, fuckin’ stinkin’ up the place, I. Ain’t. Smellin’ it.” Leaning back in his seat he folded his arms over, “I ain’t sayin’ I don’t appreciate your services or that I’m witholdin’ this debt I owe to ya, but baby, until I see Mr. Franklin and Jackson comin’ through those doors, you ain’t getting the 20% we agreed upon.”
“Oh? Then maybe Mr. Franklin and Jackson can kiss my phat ass. You know they won’t be agreeing to you, because you’re an ass. All they care about is this.” She grabbed her tits, for extra effect. Trent glanced up, shook his head, and then went back to shading his art and jamming to his song. They were always like this, even when they were kids. The only difference was the topics were mature and he barely understood what they were talking about over half the time!
“Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev, Rockefeller, Campanbella, Communist Bloc..”
Joey watched his sister’s vulgarity, an eye raised as she attempted to make her point, “You mean the fucker’s weren’t already kissin’ it? Don’t you think Georgie, Jeffrey and Abe might get a little jealous? Or was it Marcy? Honestly I can’t remember how many noses you’ve had jammed up your fuckin’ twat at this point.” Leaning forward on the table, “Don’t matter much either way, until the bills start rollin’ in, you ain’t seein’ a fuckin’ cent! If nothin’ else, consider your fuckin’ work to be on commission when it involves me.”
“We didn't start the fire. It was always burning, since the world's been turning!”
The siblings were interrupted by the landline ringing, “I’m going to get what I want. I always do.” She glared at the dick that was her younger brother. Not Trent. He was a good boy. JOSEPH. “I ain’t picking it up. Have fun babysitting.” And with that, Sonya stormed out. She had better things to do then spend her morning arguing, like steal his money anyways and have a good ol’ time with her girlfriends. Her parents were withholding her allowance for an 'undetermined' amount of time saying she has a shopping problem. They went out of their way to freeze her accounts. As if!
No longer singing to the song, the cutest Kable heavily sighed, “You made her angry.”
Sighing as she stormed off, he looked to his brother, a slightly sad look on his face, “You think I’m being hard on her bro?” Before Trent could answer though, Joey was back to his old demeanor and waved his hand dismissively, “Shut the fuck up Trent, she’s a cunt and deserved it.” Hand reaching for the phone he couldn’t help but keep up his tirade, “Fuckin’ money suckin’ bitch, I’ll hang her goddamn tits on the wall for Christ’s~”, picking up the phone, Joseph asked in a rather annoyed tone, “What?!”
“Mr. Kable,” Karen, receptionist, miserable bitch, all wrapped up in one package, “Your ‘guests’ have arrived.” Even in the rather derisive tone his front of staff used, Joey was actually rather pleased, his cousin managed to arrive early. “Excellent! Make sure they’re well accommodated and have them sit tight, I’ll be right on down to greet ‘em.” The receptionist continued on, “Of course Mr. Kable, I would like to inform you however tha-” and without further interruption Joey quickly hung up. “Pack up your bags Trent, family is in town and it’s time to greet ‘em.” Standing up and adjusting his suit, he opened the door for Trent. As his brother began to walk out, Joey quickly slung his arm around his younger twin, “I think this is gonna be a weekend to remember, eh bro?”
“Uh, yeah. You bet.”
~
Back down at the lounge, AJ sprawled himself on one of the few seats left available and barked at his friends, and Misfit company, “Before my cousins get here, what do you guys want to do? I know I’m starving so that’s on the top of my list. We can chill for a bit, or walk the strip. Split in groups. I really don’t care. And I guess… the hobo is chillen with us still?” AJ was honestly baffled that Hugo was still with them, basking in their tense friendship and lust (fucking Val).
Hugo already had his guitar out again, strumming some light cords. Upon hearing the call from his young compatriot he responded with, “My name is Hugo, monsieur! Not ‘Hobo’ I know it can be quite difficult to call me by my correct name!” Hugo chortled, but in his mind, he was still trying to process what had happened. He woke up in the middle of a desert campsite amongst a group of young adults. Some seemed rather groggy, some seemed rather ashamed, and some seemed like they just wanted to get on with their day. All in all, Hugo had no recollection of the group he had spent the night with as he went through his journal, and yet some of them actually greeted him. He smiled in return, of course, as not to seem rude to the company he had slept amongst. After reviewing his journal while the rest dismantled their campsite, he found they were going in a direction that he was headed, so...why not tag along? Though some were confused, they seemed to allow Hugo to come into their fold and ride with them for whatever crazy journey they had ahead.
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