Fabricant451

Retrocausality

_{Jasmine will be the leader of Not!Vortex Club.}

@Mr Allen J

I will fite you hand and nail and tooth

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People that aren't in the Vortex Club hate us cuz they ain't us.

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No one pay attention to the fact that Archer has 17 words in his list.

@HalfOfLancelot

It's fine. Elle has like a hundred.

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Did someone ask for a mean queen because I'm here

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. Elle Hester Prynne .

'Back to the hood, and papparazzi take a click. I'm covered, always prepared for the weather. Easy mek it rain, but I'm holding the umbrella'. I swear that song was, like, written for me. It's not my problem if people can't help but talk about me; it's a curse of being the full package.

Well, obviously the first word is simple but all encompassing. FABULOUS. Because let's face it, compared to the more droll students, I'm always looking fly. Just because there's a thing called 'starving artist' doesn't mean you have to look the part. Ugh.

Second, well, it's hard to come up with nine others when fabulous is just so...perfect, so I guess I'll say...DOGMATIC. I swear some people think it's a bad thing to be so vocal and assertive but sorry not sorry for not being a meek little painter or writer or whatever. Grow a backbone, god.

Ugh, this is so stupid. You know everyone's just going to make stuff up, right? I bet that frumpy girl from ceramics is going to put down some lies about being 'creative' and 'beautiful' but please, we all know she steals her designs from the internet and that her little knicknacks wouldn't even sell on ETSY of all places. Me, though, I'm always going to give you the truth because I'm comfortable with myself. Which is to say I have a large amount of CONFIDENCE which is sorely lacking in others.

But really why do we need to use words to describe us? This is so stupid. Everyone's just going to go to a thesaurus and find adjectives, but why not a different part of speech or whatever the term? How many essays or questionnaires where the people will find ten ways to say 'funny' and 'honest' do you need? And let's be real here, no one (other than me, of course) is ever honest in these things. I think I just said that but the point stands. Oh, right, more words to describe me. Fine, let's go with INSOUCIANT

How many is that? Four? Ugh, who has the time for ten words? I'm not a dictionary here. SCRUPULOUS will be my fifth because it sounds better than punctilious which just makes me sound like some sort of OCD freak of nature that organizes pens on a desk. Creepy, those people.

I can't believe I'm only halfway done. It would be so easy to just speed through this, but unlike half the student body I'm not interested in half-assing things. Because I'm better than that, I'm not lazy and some of us care about our GPA. But when half the school is going to be doing caricature art on a shitty boardwalk, busking for tips, or in jail in five years it's not so surprising at the lack of work ethic. SYBARITIC because I know whoever is reading this just had to look that word up.

Honestly this is just a waste of time. I'm not being graded on this, it's like some stupid survey or something. Probably for the school paper THAT NO ONE EVEN READS! Seriously, when was the last time you saw anyone walking through the halls with their nose buried in a newspaper. Hello, we have phones and when the signal isn't absolute trash the news is on there. I need a seventh word. Fine. LOQUACIOUS.

Eight. Eight. You know, reading over this and it may come off...badly for me. But I swear it's not! I swear it's not like that. I just have a good vocabulary and a better read on people. That's all. I've got my good side. Well, all of me is good. Honest. Like for example I bet it's not even well known that I'm really a ROMANTIC at heart.

Seriously. Don't give me that look that I know you're giving me. You don't believe me. Not my problem. Just because I haven't had someone swoop in on a white horse yet doesn't mean I don't believe in it. And it had BETTER be a horse, because I'm worth it. Some might say that makes me conceited but I don't think I am. I think I'm more of a REALIST and it's hard to deny my words and claims when you see me.

After all, these words that describe me don't necessarily define me and in the end the only one that REALLY matters is that I'm above all COMPLEX.

• Have you ever seen the mist on an early morning day? As it comes in off the coastline? It's breathtaking; I'll take that over a sunset or sunrise any day of the week.
• There's something just so calming about fuji apple water. Whenever I'm in a bad mood - rare as it is - a glass of that and it's like heaven in my mouth.
• When the weather changes and I can finally wear my fantastic stylish and fabulous sweaters without dying of exhaustion and sweating all over the place.
• That sound of fresh ink or lead when it first meets paper. It's like a scribbling sound and it's divine. Simply and utterly.
• When the bass hits just right and your whole body just wants to...to dance. Which is to say, cliche as it is, dance music makes me feel good. Hey, it's worked for decades for a reason.

Well, obviously the immediate goal is to graduate and go on to college but considering my GPA (amazing) and my attendance record (flawless) I doubt I have anything to worry about there. This thing is not going to be shared, right? Honestly, after graduation what I really want to do is become a novelist. But that won't happen. It can't. Honestly I'll probably wind up being a trophy spouse or something, maybe get into a sorority in college and become a marriage or party planner or something. Maybe I'll get into advertising, I do have a portfolio in the works.

Goals are just dreams that you have to wake up from.

Ability.

I...let's just move on.

The look on my stepmother's face on the night she died. Specifically the last time I saw her face.

Telling my stepmother that I hated her and blamed her for the divorce of my parents. It was stupid of me to say; but at the time it was how I felt. My younger brother accepted her easily, but he is the 'nice' one anyway. I got...I got angry at her, I couldn't see her as anything other than a mistress and it happened at Thanksgiving of all days. At dinner. All that needed to happen was a food fight and we'd have been the perfect dysfunctional sitcom episode. I kept calling her Becky because she hated that I didn't call her mom. She kept calling me Eleanor because she knew I hated it (it's such an...ugly name for an ugly person) and it came to a head at Thanksgiving dinner. It got loud. It got angry. It almost got violent. But Becky loved to go outside and calm down, nature walks she called them. Thanksgiving is a time when people who have no one, no family or friends to share it with, share their loneliness with a bottle.

The doctors told me it wasn't my fault, that it was the fault of the drunk driver. But if I hadn't been so stubborn and mean my dad would still be married and he would still...never mind.

Next question.

The exact opposite of me? My past experiences have taught me that the vain types tend to only see me as a status symbol and...and I'm a lot less happy about that than I let on. Yeah, it makes sense that I should be with the popular people - date wise, I mean - but they don't make me happy. I'm not just a catty bitch and a piece of arm candy. I told you, I'm a romantic, and my ideal partner wouldn't be afraid to show their affection even if it was super cringey or cheesy.

Wait. Wait did you mean like gender wise?

Oh. Uh.

Whatever. Uh...available? I'm fine with, like...whomever.

I adore animated shows and write kind of bawdy fanfiction about characters and also fictional versions of my classmates. I've never read the comments, though, because I know I'm a terrible author and don't need the negative reinforcement in my life.

Tell my younger self that crocs were NEVER going to be a good idea. That was a very difficult few months. But I bounced back.

Elle Prynne always bounces back.

Delbrook Academy High School

I should have my character up this weekend.

Delbrook Academy High School

Tagging up

The Omamori Foundation - A Magical Girl/Tokusatsu-style Hero RP

What Rin said

~The Lost~

Cass is here

~The Lost~

CASS ROWLEY

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Her bags had been packed and in the trunk of her car for days now. She was so ready for this.

The text message was like a message from above, even if she took issue with the little 'nickname' that was so associated with her in the group text field. Cass had been waiting for such a message for days now, knowing only that a supposed road trip was coming but not the exact day and date. Because she couldn't schedule her work schedule around this, this meant she still had to suffer through the indignity of holding down a thankless job carting around food and taking orders for people. But the message came through. And with it Cass had to let out a smirk.

This trip was just the excuse she needed to do what she wanted to do from the first day she put on her little apron and didn't get tipped by stingy customers. Cass Rowley was going to quit her job. It wouldn't be the first time and she doubted it would be the last, assuming she took another job again. Who knew what the future held, let alone if she would even come back after the road trip. A lot could happen on the road.

As soon as the message was received, Cass removed her apron and tossed it to the side. As she did, another waitress was heading out to the floor with a tray of food. "Hey, let me take this one, yeah?" Cass stopped the waitress, relieving the poor girl of her responsibilities. Cass didn't care if what she was going to do would reflect badly on her co-worker; she hadn't even remembered the girl's name and she hadn't exactly tried to befriend Cass either. No harm, no foul.

With a tray of food in hand, with one plate containing a burger and another a patty melt, with a milkshake on the tray as well, Cass stepped out onto the floor to the couple that had just wanted a nice lunch. "Patty melt?" Cass asked the table, setting it in front of the one who ordered it. Except the food didn't get set on the table. Cass mishandled the plate 'accidentally' and the patty melt slipped off the plate and dropped wholly into the guest's lap. There was an outcry, as expected, with voices being raised and the aggressive partner of the patty melt wearer getting in Cass' face. "So you don't want your bacon cheeseburger, then?" was all Cass said as she tuned out the verbal assault being levied at her. With a shrug of her shoulders she took the man's cheeseburger and bit into it herself. "Still gonna have to charge you for it, though," Cass spoke with a mouthful of meat, bun, cheese, and bacon.

The verbal assault was in danger of turning physical as the man, quite understandably pissed at this blonde waitress, stood from the booth in a threatening, squaring up sort of manner. As soon as it looked like the man was going to rush her, she grabbed the milkshake glass and jerked it forwards, splashing it onto the man's face and causing the cold vanilla mixture to drip down onto his shirt. It was a temporary gesture that only served to increase the man's volume and anger.

At this point, drawn by the shouting, the manager came rushing out to see what the commotion was all about and he sighed as he saw Cass making a scene. Cass, however, simply turned to the manager and smiled with a meaty mouth. "There you are, Mike. Just wanna let you know that I quit. Just wanted to let you know so I could do this," Cass turned back to the angry couple, took another bite of the burger, and then just dropped the rest of the contents on the plate onto the floor. Burger, fries, even a pickle. The condiments splashed on their feet, with ketchup staining the man's fancy looking leather shoes. Cass was cackling like a banshee as she fled from the scene, hurrying out onto the lot and into her car before anyone was able to restrain her.

She was driving towards Ariel's house while still enjoying the lingering taste of a shitty cheeseburger.

When she pulled up and noticed that she wasn't the first to arrive, but she was sure to be the only one to arrive in style as she pulled not onto the driveway or even next to it, but up onto the lawn. From her car came the blaring sound of angry punk music, fitting all things considered. Her excuse for parking up on the curb was simple. No parking. What would tires do to grass anyway? Not much, she figured.

Cass walked up towards the door. But rather than stop and knock and wait, she simply turned the knob and opened the front door.

"I hope your parents are in the market for some lawn care, cuz my tires came with a healthy amount of mud." She announced her presence with a booming voice, "You bitches didn't forget about me, did you?" Cass didn't even grab a cookie, instead hopping, literally hopping, over the back of a couch to take a seat, propping her feet up onto the coffee table as if she owned the place.