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Totally on the road doing errands atm and I saw the party of gifs. I'm ready for the dramaaaa. Ash will stab a bitch.
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@flightless-angel-castiel DON'T DRAG ME LIKE THIS
@SouffleGirl123 oh man i wish i'd seen this before i posted you are so so kind
unfortunately i have POSTED finally and it's kind of a mess i'm sorry
feel free to skip over a few paragraphs you guys it's just jarek checking everyone out hahq
@SouffleGirl123 oh man i wish i'd seen this before i posted you are so so kind
unfortunately i have POSTED finally and it's kind of a mess i'm sorry
feel free to skip over a few paragraphs you guys it's just jarek checking everyone out hahq
From: Kitten
Guys, its time. get over here. me n Lizzy have cookies.
~*~Kitten~*~
Guys, its time. get over here. me n Lizzy have cookies.
~*~Kitten~*~
ew. kitten. it was a loaded nickname. whenever jarek got a text from ariel he felt like he was some sort of daddy dom since she called herself that. in any case, his disgust was no matter right now - that text was what brought a ringtone from hell to wake him up. sure, it might be his fault for sleeping in so late through the day, but hey; no one was ever around to judge him for it. school was relatively unnecessary at this point, considering his parents didn't bother to enforce his attendance. he made fine enough grades when he did come in for testing and major exams, thanks to an abundance of personal books in this massive place's library. say, it might be appropriate to make a literary reference, then: the 'massive place' in question quite resembled a certain jay gatsby's home from a certain f. scott fitzgerald's jazz age novel, minus the gold accents. jarek could just hear that owl-eyed man from gatsby's libary peering through the pages of books with wonder: "they're real! they're real!" what a man. of course, jarek didn't trust half of the information from his parents' library since everything was outdated, but the books were all still real.
none of that was relevant. he was being summoned, and if he didn't come, he was likely to miss some grand announcement from the cookie girls. jarek flopped on his drama queen-sized bed to grab his cell phone and examined it suspiciously, jerking his head back once the bright light of his screen illuminated the dark room. it smelled faintly of marshmallow vodka, by his own fault. might have spilled some on the sheets once upon a time... once upon two nights ago. jarek scowled at the smell and then rolled again, sitting up so he could yank up the blinds of his window. christ! it was bright out, and he thought it was only morning. yet another roll and jarek was off his bed and on his feet, stumbling towards the wall, only just barely balancing himself against it. he hummed a nonsensical tune to himself whilst he yanked on a shirt, shivering in the freezing temperature that haunted his room, then a heavy jacket adorned with various unnecessary (but nonetheless collected and cared for) pins and buttons. his jeans, jet black, skinny, and almost too tight to pull over his jutting hipbones, were much less exciting, however.
without the heart to call for a chauffeur, either one of his friends or one of the many nurses under his parents' employ, jarek found that he was stuck with a bicycle. that was fine enough. it's not like he had a driver's license yet, like the majority of his friends - you're far too destructive, mr. wilhelm, or, you're a danger to the other drivers, jarek, or you totally wrecked my goddamn car, like hell i'm going to let you drive your own, asshole; you know how the story goes. jarek took that type of unfortunate news elegantly, though, and figured he could just look sick as hell skateboarding everywhere. all right, truth be told, jarek with his baby face and unimposing silhouette kind of looked like a seven year old riding to his friend's house to play pokémon, but still - it was a form of transport, and it worked well enough. he was terrible at it, though, so he stuck with his bike this time. thank god for the relatively short distance between his own monster of a home and ariel's - jay was never all that athletic.
quite literally sliding down the stairwell (indeed, ass on the railing and feet out so he could glide without getting caught on anything), jarek was downstairs within minutes. as usual, the bottom floor of his home was empty, leave for an ancient cat who he'd decided to name 'scratch' after a nasty old scar it gave him a year back. he thumbed the claw mark, still faintly visible, that ran down his arm, before lifting the cat in the air and rolling his eyes at the disgruntled hiss that followed. "old man," he mumbled accusatorily, then set scratch on the counter so he could feed him. and what of feeding himself? well... jay spun round, took a clementine from the fruit bowl, examined it, and then decided he didn't need any food this morning. afternoon, whatever. instead, he opted for a bottle of water, sipped from it, then shoved it into the inside pocket of his jacket. decidedly, this was enough nutrition to get him all the way to ariel's house - hey, there are cookies there, anyway. jarek grabbed his backpack, traipsed outside, hopped on his bike, and began his trek. evidently, he didn't need to leave a note. not like anyone would come looking, he thought cynically.
a familiar coupe was ahead of him, and jay decided to let jamie's car lead him so he could zone out all by his lonesome. it occurred to him that there was a myriad of things he'd forgotten to do in his haste to leave, such as, y'know, shower. he grinned to himself - of course he'd remember to feed that damn elderly cat and then forget to actually clean himself. no matter, he bathed last night; hopefully the scent of men's dove still lingered. just to be safe, jay held onto his handlebars with one hand and dug through his coat pocket with the other, struggling to free a stick of gum from its pack without dropping the entire thing on the asphalt. eventually he did, and a piece of spearmint was in his mouth soon enough. praise god for his seemingly fluid supply of chewing gum. there was plenty in the knapsack over his shoulder, lest his stash be stolen by a certain group of friends prone to habitual kleptomania. there's that cynicism again... but with good reason!
he'd lost the R8 simply because he wasn't as fast as the four-wheeler, but jarek made it to ariel's house anyway. and, apparently, last of them all. he didn't let that fact affect his mood, though, since that was pretty typical of him. it smelled suspiciously of cookies around here, and jay, a serial food-hater, disapproved heavily. he eyed the exterior of the house for a good spot to plant his gum just to make his hatred clear, but that seemed a little too evil. deciding against being a douche just yet, jay approached the door, raising his fist as if he were going to knock on the door... then just pushing his away through. i've never been to a beach... the first thing he heard was, of course, from jar jar binks himself. jay smiled, holding the door knob and very gently closing the door so that he didn't interrupt. his entrance was unusually clandestine this time around, but that was just to help his sneak attack be more successful.
carefully, jay approached the kitchen, following the scent of baking (which he assumed was only cookies, but now there was a hint of banana - strange). his eyes landed first on the one kid he knew best. jarvis moore, as he liked to say, 'cause what's better than disconcerting people by using their full name? completely unfazed by the population of the room, at least for now, he stepped up to jar and wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist. an innocent hug, no less! but not really - jarek continued to lean back, using his own gangly legs as leverage to try and lift jarvis up slightly into the air. "guess who-o-o," he cooed, obviously quite pleased with himself. these kinds of shenanigans were the type he only got up to with someone as timid as jarvis - anyone else would have retaliated by now, but lil' jar either didn't care or didn't have the guts to confront jay about it. while he assumed it was the former that was true, jarek wouldn't be surprised if jarvis felt the latter. people were, more often than not, afraid of triggering a little outburst in jay. god knows why - they're buckets of fun! allowing jarvis to touch the floor, jarek stood on his toes and aimed to rest his chin on his friend's head. decidedly, that was completely appropriate. "am i interrupting something? what's this about a beach?"
his gaze was inquisitive, but he was curious about more than the topic of conversation. while jarek was a fairly popular kid, especially for being one of the youngest in the little group gathered here, he wasn't close to everyone - especially specific parts of his immediate company. the quietest of all was the one he knew as alex, although alex's appearance was completely mismatched to his personality. typically the dusty-blond kid with conventionally attractive features - angular jawline, brooding gaze, muscular figure - was the kind of kid to be brash and outgoing, but alex didn't seem to match up with that cliché. he was generous, for sure, always putting a smile on peoples' faces, but he also very rarely spoke and behaved in a rather reserved manner. perhaps it's just the fact that jarek was terrible at reading people, always placing his judgment on appearances first... what's that saying, 'never judge a book by its cover'? yeah, jarek doesn't follow that. he rather liked to make cut decisions. one of them was a little dream that perhaps alex wasn't as innocent as he seemed. to be fair, jay thinks that about every quiet kid. hell, he even thinks jarvis could kill a man.
equally intriguing was the 'cheese steak' kid, as everyone so lovingly had taken to calling him. jay personally preferred 'ivy,' or 'poison ivy,' if he was feeling particularly playful. nothing was distinguishing about his appearance necessarily, or at least not to the extent that alex was at, but phil met every conventional standard for beauty; why not be extra exuberant and ultra fun at parties? come to think of it, jarek was pretty sure he'd never seen phil having a good time by his own free will. he was almost surprised that phil came here in the first place, but not really - the friendship between him and liz was no secret. they were like two peas in a pod, literally. 'ivy' remained somewhat of a wet blanket, though, so why risk his own happiness by coming along? jarek realised this was a perfect opportunity to challenge both himself and phil's limits. this trip could be how he drags an unwilling and unprepared kid out of his shell. ha. jay made a mental note to give himself some more credit.
theodore - jay preferred 'teddy,' personally - was another story, but somewhat similar. he was quiet like those three, sure, but he was also obviously not shy. he was uninhibited in social interaction, almost constantly engaged, and, hell, he was holding banana bread. that was a sure sign of social success, right there. jay knew theo to be somewhat of a high-seeker, too, with all his nigh self-destructiveness (hey, sounds familiar) and his daredevil sportsmanship. personally, jarek envied that. he could only get physically wild in the same way theo did when he was having some sort of manic episode - which was kind of pitiful in itself. 'teddy' was admirable in more ways than one, though. most obvious was his insane height. six feet tall may not seem like a great feat in many peoples' eyes, but the average-height jarek felt it was a gift from god and looked up to theo - both literally and metaphorically. next was his confidence that bordered on even being arrogant. jay's famed for his self-criticism and persistent self-examination, but he's never given himself a positive score. it's probably for the best that he doesn't get too cocky, though.
a sweet girl lives in elizabeth jones. in jarek's eyes, she's somewhat trapped in a broken individual's body, peering through the cracks every once in a while but unable to completely wrench herself free. that's too poetic a way to put it, though, considering how ugly it can be to have issues revealing one's true identity. jay figured, since liz never addressed it publicly in front of this group of friends, that he was simply overanalyzing her. instead he paid more attention to that vibrant-ass to die for hair, or whatever; it's more like she's the only person younger than him here that he knew of. approximately four months younger, that is. jay likes to take whatever chance he can get to throw that fact in her and everyone else's faces. there's also the lovely fact that he's a full nine inches taller, so jay makes a point to stand near lizzy whenever he gets the chance just to look a lil' more like a giant and less like a dwarf in the presence of the rest of the males here. not that he got along spectacularly well with liz like she did with phil - in fact, he found himself far too obnoxious to mingle with her more delicate personality.
she's not the only one who bottles things up. he catches glimpses of it in ariel, too, when he takes the time to look at her long enough (it's just so hard - jay constantly tells her she needs to grow out of that emo/scene phase, lightheartedly of course, and always earns a little chuckle from himself at the least). ariel was more self-assured it seems, considering she sometimes has a bit of bite in her words, some might even say she's a tad snarky. it was admirable, honestly. ariel was more clever than jarek could be, with his probably lower-seventy intelligence quotient. her wit was quicker, her pace more jaunty; truth be told, jay knew he needed to stop comparing himself to his friends, but she was just a perfect target for self-criticism. dunno. the need to disprove oneself arises at the strangest times.
cassandra rowley was a different story from everyone, a completely separate entity in this room by comparison of personality. she was loud - which was why jarek was rather fond of her, honestly - and uninhibited, two traits you might associate with an obnoxious person, but cass was somehow able to differentiate. she had a way of making herself interesting, not in spite of her volume, but because of it. jay envied it, to tell the truth; he himself could get quite annoying after too long, unfortunately. maybe he'd just end up asking cass how she could pull it off. although... that might be a bit difficult, considering she intimidated him just slightly, and for no good reason at all. for two people who were fairly similar, he found it a challenge to spend too much time around the unpredictable girl - maybe it's just that he feared himself. how pretentious, he thought, a faint smile lingering on his lips.
ada was equally unpredictable, although jarek didn't observe her nearly as well to deduce the length of it. she was as reckless as he was - oh, but i bet they let her drive a car - and more antagonistic about it, too. like most of the others in the room, though, she seemed devoted to the little group they had gathered, always able to crack a smile in another kid with ease. jay wasn't nearly as generous. he's fairly certain he's seen her 'bad side' once or twice, however, and if memory serves correctly it wasn't the prettiest sight to behold. short tempers are never fun, obviously, but with ada that fact proved ten times worse. despite her diminutive size (she was just barely bigger than lil' bitty lizzy), ada could turn into something of a monster if you set her off. now, jarek had never considered himself a very careful person, but if his naturally annoying personality could set her off, he wouldn't mind taking his time to step over landmines.
the kid he'd followed halfway here was just as extreme, but in different measures. jarek based his knowledge of jamie off of secondhand word-of-mouth, which meant the most he knew about the kid was that he was a player (jay typically laughed off the rumour, citing that if you weren't sleeping with all genders, then you weren't truly a player; no matter, he could mess with jamie all he wanted). it was believable, in any case, because jarek couldn't see jamie in a long-lasting and serious relationship. his personality was something of a mess, as far as jay could tell; who would stick with that for too long? he was as in love with adrenaline and taking dares as theo was, it seemed, and didn't seem to have an 'off' switch. the one redeeming quality jarek could make of the male was the fact that he didn't appear to ever be actually angry, unlike a certain little blonde in this room. that was just as well, though - jay was certain that if jamie actually got angry, he'd live up to the wordplay in his surname.
it's not like his observations were always very spot-on, though. jarek raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the group once he was through with his scrutiny, eyeing the bowl of cookie dough in particular. that thing must have every kid's nasty saliva in it at this point. jay made a poont to turn his nose up at it to show his disgust.
@Subject Zero i'm so glad no one else is in my house right now bc i just snorted
didja hear that kids. i'm gonna be good at sports
@SouffleGirl123
HAHA yeah that was my concern; i didn't think i'd be able to fit in as much dialogue as everyone else... my posts tends to get kinda blocky unfortunately!! thank you for the encouragement i feel better about how goofy it's looking so far :p
@flightless-angel-castiel my intros are always terrible WHAT i'm the reverse of you guys
my intros are ALWAYS bad and then my following posts are all right haha
didja hear that kids. i'm gonna be good at sports
@SouffleGirl123
HAHA yeah that was my concern; i didn't think i'd be able to fit in as much dialogue as everyone else... my posts tends to get kinda blocky unfortunately!! thank you for the encouragement i feel better about how goofy it's looking so far :p
@flightless-angel-castiel my intros are always terrible WHAT i'm the reverse of you guys
my intros are ALWAYS bad and then my following posts are all right haha
@Altered Tundra
i'm actually crying i did not expect to see this in my notifications why is everyone so KIND
i'm kissing u from across the ocean K
i actually agree with @lovely complex though!! you write your characters in very distinctive ways and i admire it so much - you transition from elijah to jackson, for example, REALLY well, like i can't pinpoint any similarities in them at all 'cos they're so distinguished i love it =)
i'm actually crying i did not expect to see this in my notifications why is everyone so KIND
i'm kissing u from across the ocean K
i actually agree with @lovely complex though!! you write your characters in very distinctive ways and i admire it so much - you transition from elijah to jackson, for example, REALLY well, like i can't pinpoint any similarities in them at all 'cos they're so distinguished i love it =)
@lovely complex
HAHA yes he's being way too deep about the grey team people
i'm very excited to see the new character btw!! the tidbit i heard on chatzy was enough to make me overly enthusiastic haha
also just realised i forgot to edit the interacting with thing oops
HAHA yes he's being way too deep about the grey team people
i'm very excited to see the new character btw!! the tidbit i heard on chatzy was enough to make me overly enthusiastic haha
also just realised i forgot to edit the interacting with thing oops
oh god guys
i'm trying to write a post but it does not measure to all of your posts they're beautiful
i also have no clue how to jump in i'm the worst at this
i'm trying to write a post but it does not measure to all of your posts they're beautiful
i also have no clue how to jump in i'm the worst at this
OLIVER CASH
Location; main hall
Interacting With; @lovely complex ash @HaleyTheRandom ariel @Altered Tundra elijah
CURRENTLY WEARING
oli was somewhat unnerved by the eyes on him - not only aisling's, but the rest of his new team (or "family," as they put it so eloquently). even so, the worst of them was ash. her gaze was dark and unwavering, and the sensation of being listened to was rather unfamiliar, eerily so. his own bright blue eyes flicked from her chestnut optics and back, unsure how to maintain eye contact or if she even intended for him to be keeping it so. it seemed like this young woman had much more life trapped within her than she was letting on; like she was withholding some aspect of personality that glowed from behind her eyes and wanted badly to be released. but oliver did have a bad habit of overanalyzing people and making them seem more pretentious - for lack of a better word - than they actually were. it was simply that she had a calm way of interacting, like someone with more life experience than their years on earth warranted. it was enchanting, to say the least, but he reminded himself not to romanticize ash too much. hell, she could just be another hellraiser.
he planned on standing, but as he watched ash take her spot on a close bench, he realised she was leaving a nearby spot vacant for him. moving over reluctantly, oliver noticed out of the corner of his eye that aisling was observing the other greys, looking over them as if to gauge something about them. he assumed she was just like a mother in that way, checking on their mental states without asking directly and possibly intruding. oli didn't sit coolly in the way that his new friend did; in fact, he simply dropped down into place a foot away from her, clutching his knees as close to him as possible. these two have been here for two years. good lord. oli's gaze followed hers to the other two nearby, who ash then named eli and ariel. 'aren't too terrible,' he pondered over, unsure whether to trust it. they were awfully quiet - both of them, in fact. suppose he shouldn't judge, considering he was a rather softspoken individual himself. oliver dismissed his criticism just as quickly as it had come.
all the same, his scrutinizing gaze landed on elijah, and he studied the boy for a long moment. he appeared to be slightly older than oliver, but still was relatively short for a biological male - oli estimated about five foot eight, as for the boy's weight... he wasn't sure. he just knew this kid was pretty damn fit for a supposed 'outcast,' which he usually deemed the nerds and geeks type group. his eyes were even more vibrant than oliver's and, embarrassingly, the newcomer couldn't tear his attention from them. one could argue that the redness that surrounded them were what made them so eye-catching (no pun intended), but even without that irritated affectation, they'd have been a translucent sapphire colour. oliver found himself noting even more similarities between himself and elijah as his observations drew on, such as the blonde hair that hung slightly over both of their faces. self-consciously, his own hand came to adjust the mop off of his forehead, shifting the sweep more to the side. this was his chance to pretend he hadn't been looking all along and, instead, flicked his head towards ariel in as friendly a manner as he could manage.
she was still glued to the device in her hands, but that didn't make it difficult to look at her. ariel seemed slightly less solemn than how he read elijah and aisling, but something told him it was, at least in part, artificial - again, that could have been his heavyhanded intuition. her features were noticeably refined, what with her naturally arching eyebrows and catlike eye shape, and her hair was swept to the side, but not in the same way that his own hair and elijah's was. in fact, her sleek, dark hair was much longer and seemed to be slightly asymmetrical, splayed out on her shoulders quite like - hey, what a coincidence, a mermaid. ariel's aesthetic read to him as somewhat grungey, contradictory to her innocuous namesake. it felt unfair to immediately stick her in the category of some underwater disney princess, though. oliver was 99.9% certain that she got that kind of thing her entire life, and could almost relate, but oliver and company wasn't quite as popular as the little mermaid. he realised his rambling thoughts were rolling all while staring still at ariel and, anxiously, he turned back to ash just as she continued speaking.
nerves strung still, oliver was quite surprised by the sweet sentiments their half-leader was showing him. her advice was taken very seriously, and he gazed on with wide, attentive eyes, trusting her words this time. of course, oli had no clue who exactly 'ghost' (or 'alex') was, but the meaning was still obvious. ignoring the flinch that ran through him once ash uttered a dreaded swear-word, he heard a separate but similarly gentle voice sound. his attention went to ariel, who he could only assume was talking to him. "love"! that's a first. his lips curled up slightly at the nickname and he raised his eyebrows at her, pleased. 'dad' was equally surprising - maybe that was the ever-popular 'ghost' in question. he leaned in with interest while ash went on with a very cleverly timed welcome. we're the in-betweens. the ones that others hesitate to approach because they don't understand what they see. a mystery. oliver leaned back slightly again, quirking one side of his mouth up as ash's eyes went rolling. so this was how the grey team was seen. he wasn't exactly sure of the different archetypes of teams around here, but as he looked around, he saw very distinct personalities and assumed they must be grouped according to people like the silken-haired girl who made her grand entrance, or that looming figure in the cushioned chair across the room, or that kid that rode around the room at a terrifying speed on his skateboard.
ash addressed just that kid next, and oliver's head ducked again like she was telling him some great secret. his pupils dilated just a tad at the mention of his attitude, and he realised this kid could actually injure him. so he was true to his appearance. oli wasn't entirely certain he wanted to hear the story involving eli she looked to be keen on telling, but it didn't matter - her train of thought seemed to jerk onto a completely separate rail in one instant. his eyes returned to their only slightly nervous state as she pulled out a notebook and he realised within a few numbers written that this would be her phone number. good god, should he mention that he had a pager now or let them find out later? no matter, there were ways to call people everywhere these days; if he had an emergency there was likely to be a payphone somewhere. he smiled at the paper as she handed it over, a soft exhale leaving his nostrils as most of his anxiety left him. so this was what it was like, making a friend without absolutely forcing it. ...or if you're uncomfortable. this was incredibly sweet. oliver was quite thankful he didn't carry a cell phone, then, or else he'd be calling up ash every time he stepped in some gum.
unexpectedly, eli was the next to speak, and his voice was far more gentle than oliver had imagined it to be. surprise rising to his features, he turned his attention to the other boy, lowering the paper and his dandelion into his lap. why don't you tell us - your team - about yourself? only then, when eli uttered the words 'your team,' did it sink in that he was being accepted. oliver breathed out a soft little laugh, straightening up at the realisation and looking quite pleased with his teammate. "i hate to disappoint, really... but i'm not actually - all that interesting," he admitted honestly, or at least it seemed like the most honest thing to say then. at least in comparison to those immediately around him, he wasn't quite that interesting. what could he say? yeah, i'm obsessive and compulsive — i'm a total double threat. that wouldn't be the greatest impression to make. he looked down at the dandelion in his hand, remembering the sweet girl who'd given it to him and wondering what she might suggest he say. "i - i don't know, i'm... he paused again. an avid reader. that would be far too geeky. oli smiled faintly at his next statement: "i'm a terrible athlete. i'm not sure i'll be the greatest addition to grey." self-deprecation seemed to be his only good humour. oliver's voice was riddled with a light chuckle, playing it off as a jest.
oliver's shoulders jerked up in an instant, however, when he heard a loud shout from the aforementioned skateboarder. he didn't do very well with audio in such volume, obviously. oli's breath caught in his throat and he looked at the ground, avoiding watching as the boy trailed around the room, evidently looking for his 'peeps.' and then came the call of ash's name. his head turned just slightly as he looked at aisling expectantly, wondering if she was actually friends with this little rugrat, and out of his periphery saw jackson suddenly fall flat on his face before her. oliver scooted back just a bit, ensuring his own safety and following the direction ash had given him earlier to stay away from this daredevil. he didn't bother verbally addressing the red team intruder and, instead, turned his gaze to the floor again, twirling his dandelion by the stem anxiously. ariel didn't seem too upset by his invasive entrance, and, in fact, sounded playful in her half-hearted scolding, so he assumed jackson couldn't be all that bad. or maybe ariel just had a high tolerance for jerks.
@HaleyTheRandom thank you so much! i'll try to capitalize on my IC posts then if it helps =)
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