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just rewatched hart vs austin at mania 13 last night, it will always be a classic
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In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @melissahart and @Universorum post
Featuring: A ‘Don’t Ask What the Two A’s Stand For’ Double and Chris ‘I’m a Cool Dude’ Topher
Location: The roof!
Interacting with: The LA Skyline
A Dubs wasn’t gonna do well in school. It was just a fact of life! His mom always said that some people were learners, and some people were doers, and that he was a doer! Now he wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but he was confident that his mom wouldn’t totally mind if he skipped a class every once in a while. So, he did! Every once in a while. Maybe once a day? Sometimes twice. That was every once in a while, as far as he was concerned. A Double popped up onto the roof and looked around, and found… another person!

Well, this was awkward. Carefully approaching the other male, A Double asked, “Hey, man. Is this roof taken? Cuz I was tryin’ to refresh my high.” There, take it casually. If the dude said no, then as long as Brynn wasn’t busy, underneath the bleachers would probably be free! A Double had options, he just liked sitting up here and staring out into the distance.

Topher had rushed upstairs as soon as his last class had ended, he needed a cig and he needed one badly. It was a terrible habit that he knew that he needed to stop, but hell, no one said he should quit, so he didn’t. His parents would kill him if they were to ever find out, but they hadn’t noticed him since his 15th birthday, so he was in the clear. Looking over at the guy who had spoke, he breathed in deeply and exhaled smoke, “You and me both.” He replied, taking another drawl from his cigarette before speaking once more, “It’s a free country, aint it?” Scare people off all he wanted, but he couldn’t claim territory even if he tried. Stupid “This land is your land, this land is my land” bullshit.

“Sorta, but not really. There’s a lot of stuff that we can’t do and a lot of stuff that should be free, but isn’t. Like water. My family has a well we drilled ourselves — I hit the button that drilled it! — and we still have to give the city money on taxes over the water. Isn’t that wild?” A Double asked, before he slung his backpack in front of him and grinned at the other guy, sitting down on the floor and unzipping it. He pulled out his drug paraphernalia of choice: James Bong, followed by his lighter. “Hey do you want some of this? It has less tar than normal cigarettes. It tastes better too, I assume, since cigarettes kinda smell icky. You can say no though.”

“Yeah...wild.” Topher replied, unenthused by this guys story. He didn’t find too many people interesting, so it was quite difficult to hold his attention longer than five seconds. At the offer of something other than a cigarette, Toph shook his head, taking another drag of his tar filled cancer stick of choice. “I’ll pass, appreciate the gesture though.” He thanked the boy. Guess he should probably introduce himself, after all, this kid offered up his own personal stash, the least Toph could do is offer up his name. “The name’s Christopher, but call me Topher. And you are?”

“Nice to meet you, Topher! My name is A Double. Like, there are two A’s. Two A’s in my initials. So Double A. You know what I mean? You can call me A Dubs if you want. Or whatever. Just don’t ask what the A’s stand for.” A Double explained, waving from his seat on the floor. He leaned down to the piece of glass, sucked, and lit it. Then he pulled away and started coughing, looking up at the sky for a few seconds before he stabilized again. “What are you doin’ on the roof?” A Double and Topher were different people. A Double was social and happy, Topher… wasn’t.

Topher nodded, “A Double, don’t ask, got it.” He repeated to himself, blowing smoke out of his mouth once more. Looking around, he tried to think of an answer to the question. Why was he on the roof? There were many options for smoking, but he always came here. “Because instead of having people staring at me, I get to smoke up here in peace while I stare at them.” Toph replied. Up here, people didn’t glare or gawk at him, and instead he got to look down on everyone else. “I could ask you the same thing, though.”

A Double thought about it, then shrugged, “Same thing, basically. I like to look out at the horizon. It’s like a video game, you know? Sort of. Anywhere I can see from here, I can go. That’s crazy, to me. It’s pretty cool. Maybe we are free, huh?” A Double moved to put his glassware away, before he paused and gave one last valiant offer. “Are you sure you don’t want a hit? I promise it’s good. It’s the best, even.” There, now no matter WHAT, A Double had given it a beyond solid try.

Toph smirked, this kid was deep, much more than indicated on the surface. Maybe he should hang out with the burners more often; maybe he’d get some song inspiration this way. In regards to the weed, he caved. “Yeah, sure. One hit.” He took it from A Double’s outstretched hand and pulled out his trusty lighter. Inhale. Light. Exhale. He could go through the motions of smoking a bowl in his sleep. He was right, it was good, better than some of the shittier strains he’d experienced in his life. “You didn’t lie, thanks man.” Topher stated, handing back the piece to him.

A Double beamed and took the piece, carefully sticking it back into his backpack. “hey, thanks! I always load James Bong in the morning with the flavor or the month. See, my dad’s friend’s parents, so my friend’s grandparents are like… weed barons. So I always have the best of the best of the best that this world has to offer.” A Double explained, zipping up the pack and standing up. “There’s more too, but I just take a little bit in my backpack while I’m wanderin’ around the school. I have some in the car and some in the locker too, but a lot of it is at home. If you ever wanna come over and get high and like… ride dirt bikes, let me know. That would be cool.” A Double suggested, looking out into the depths of Los Angeles.

“James Bong… what a name.” Topher laughed, instantly thinking about how he referenced himself as James Bond to Miriam yesterday. He hadn’t seen her since band practice… maybe she’d be at the party tonight? With a sigh, the brunette boy replied to his new friend. “That’s nice that you’ve got a solid connection. I don’t smoke a ton of weed, but I’ll indulge occasionally.” Taking one last puff of his cigarette, he let the butt fall to the ground and let his shoe do the work. “Sure, that would cool.” He nodded, thinking to himself that it actually would be nice to have some friends other than Lucky and… well, Lucky.

“Dope. Does tomorrow work? I’m not busy tomorrow. Or today. Technically I’m a little busy today, but I could just like add you to the plans for today. Unless you’re going to that party? See, my plans for the day basically revolve around… not going to the party. But you seem like one of those ‘cool dudes.’ You know, the dudes that wear sunglasses and try to hook up with as many girls as possible? Parties are probably your jam. And that’s cool and all, but I’m all partied out for the rest of my life probably. I think if I NEVER went to a party again, it would be too soon.” He paused. Breathe in. Exhale. Reach into the jacket pocket. Gummy worm. Eat the gummy worm. Breathe again. Exhale. Talk. “Maybe you can hang out with me and my friends for lunch if you want. Then we can get things like, planned. For tomorrow, I mean. There’s other stuff to do at my house too, if you wanna do other things.”

Toph nodded, startled slightly by how long A Double could ramble on without breathing. Kid had strong lungs. “I guess I am one of those ‘cool dudes’.” He airquoted, pulling out his sunglasses from the pocket of his leather jacket to show as proof. “Yeah, I’ll be going to the party tonight, I’ve got some things to take care of. But hey, lunch sounds good.” Topher replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking down off of the roof where students were meandering.

“Nice, dude you even have the shades! That’s wicked. I’m over here, just a pothead. I wouldn’t change a thing though. Labels are just labels! You are who you make yourself out to be, nobody else has any influence on that, y’know? I work hard to be someone that people can enjoy spending time with. And I think I accomplish that. You know, mostly.” A Double shrugged his shoulders, then tapped his chin thoughtfully, “so for lunch, just meet us here? I’ll bring my crew here, then as a bigger crew, we can go as a team to lunch. We’re gonna go get wings from the place down the street — the place that has really yummy potato wedges as well as chicken stuff? — and then across the street from there they have this frozen yogurt place where you just take tubs and fill them up with yogurt and as many toppings as you want and then you give it to the nice lady with the nose piercings and the neon blue hair and she weighs it and then you pay by weight. My treat, I’ll pay since it’ll be your first adventure with us.”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you here… who is the ‘us’ you’re referring to?” Topher asked, curious as to how many people he was talking about. But food did sound good right about now; his stomach rumbling slightly at the thought of something to eat. “Wings and frozen yogurt would hit the spot right about now,” The boy laughed, realizing how hungry he actually was. He had only eaten a small breakfast, after all, there wasn’t much food in the house.

“Well, there’s me… and Q… and Wyatt… and Raf… and Raf’s girly friend… and now you. So that’s us.” A Double explained, counting on his fingers. “Seven?”

“You know, 7 is a lucky number...”

In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @Universorum and @Fabricant451 collaboration
Featuring: Henry, Parker, and Min-seo
Location: Henry’s car

Henry was sure they were going to be late. In fact, it was a wonder they weren’t late every day. Between Parker sometimes not wanting to get ready, and Henry never wanting to get ready, the trio of Henry, Parker, and Min-seo had exactly one responsible person between them: Min-seo. Min was always ready for school on time; in fact, she was often doing work before they even needed to be ready. Parker and Henry held her back, but! They’d gotten in the car and were on the way to school! Which would hopefully only be half as terrible as the day before had been. Henry had been sentenced, but things were looking up, after all, the Helmsleys were back. Never, could that be a bad thing.

There was something that Henry needed to get off of his chest. See, the night before, when that girl had been around taking pictures of Parker (some kind of school project), Henry had flipped through the photos she’d already taken and learned something about his younger friend that didn’t exactly make him happy. Parker lived in a tent. That was not okay! For a bunch of reasons, but they weren’t very important. What was important, was that Henry had made an executive decision. Parker was moving in!

He just hadn’t told her yet. First he had to broach the subject to Parker. Henry had been awkwardly glancing at her in shotgun for the past few minutes… but now? He decided to attack the issue headlong. “Parker. Why didn’t you tell me you lived in a tent, man?” He asked, giving her a sidelong glance again as they drove toward the school.

From the back seat Min had quite the vantage point. While she was occupied by doodling, as she often did to pass the time, she couldn’t help but to notice the way Henry seemed to be stealing glances towards Parker; Parker, who was occupying herself by looking at her phone, seemed oblivious. But Min could tell straight away that her assessment was accurate. Only boyfriends looked at their girlfriends like that. Min wasn’t upset, just surprised that Henry’s type tended towards the...loud. Maybe it was an American thing.

Parker on the other hand hadn’t even noticed the looks from Henry. She had other plans. Plans that included watching clips of cartoons to stave off the boredom that came from riding in a metal box to school. She had called shotgun even before they had left the house, which was a total faux pas but Min still didn’t even understand the concept of ‘shotgun’ and was happy to sit in the back anyway. Her attention was on the wacky antics of colorful characters until she heard her name and suddenly her little bubble was bursting.

"YOU DIDN’T ASK! AND YOU NEVER COME OVER!” Parker’s answer was as blunt as can be and she was back to her phone as if the interruption hadn’t even happened. "DUMB PHONE! YOU CAN’T SKIP THE COMMERCIALS!” Parker, in her impatience, wound up pressing the ad, bringing her to an entirely new section of the internet where commercials and ads were on the side bar.

And in the back, Min-seo kept looking between the two in the front, wondering just when that whole thing started.

Henry put his head back against the headrest, and shook his head. He shouldn’t have had to ask about that! She should have just told him, and asked him for help. But he supposed he should have known better when Parker was involved. “I guess it doesn’t matter anyway. Look, there’s a party tonight, but you’re not goin’ Park. You’re movin’ in with us, so after school I’m gonna leave you with Butler. Hailey’s butler, that is. I talked to him and, well… her, and she has no plans tonight other than to stay in. So we’re borrowing him. He’s gonna take you shopping for some furniture and stuff and help you move in…”

Henry briefly twisted his head to glance over his shoulder at Min-seo in the backseat. “to Min’s room. You guys are gonna share a room. Is that cool? I don’t think there are many options near me that are open, so I thought you guys could share?”

Min was, in a word, speechless; she didn’t exactly understand the why of it only that Henry had decreed that Min-seo was going to have a sudden room mate. The room was plenty big enough but it was a bit unexpected. Maybe he wanted to live together with his girlfriend but in that case why have Parker move into Min-seo’s guest room? Why not room together? She had thought American couples slept in the same room, or maybe that was just a marriage thing specifically. "Cool? O...Okay.” She didn’t want to be the one to come between lovers. But Min-seo didn’t mind Parker, she was often exhausting but she made Min-seo laugh. How bad could it be,honestly?

"WE’RE GONNA BE ROOMIES! LIKE SISTERS! CAN WE GET BUNK BEDS?” Parker was excited enough for the both of them; she was practically bouncing in her seat and if the seatbelt hadn’t been in place she probably would’ve faceplanted onto the dashboard.

"Wait...party? Another party?” Min-seo looked towards Henry now, her eyes already prefacing what she was about to say. "No serve drinks...please. No more.” Last time had been overwhelming and if she was going to go she would have liked to go without the pressure.

“Nah, don’t worry about that, we won’t be bartending this time. It’s on Becca’s boat, and I know her and her family. There will probably be a paid professional bartender happily serving alcohol to underage kids. It’ll be great,” Henry grinned, and winked at Min before he looked at Parker and shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t give a shit if they got bunk beds. “I don’t give a shit if you get bunk beds. I told Butler to buy you whatever you think is essential, so go ahead and do whatever. He’s gonna swing by your place too and he’ll help you box up whatever you want… a tent, Parker?” Henry had a ton of questions left to ask, but he didn’t think now was the time. Parker was way too focused on whatever she was watching.

Henry brought the car to a stop in the normal parking place in front of the school, and peered over at Parker’s screen, “what are you watching, anyway?” He asked, before he had a sudden realization, and snapped his fingers. “Oh yeah! I forgot, Min, but if you’ll open the center console, and the little door behind it… you’ll find a token of my appreciation for all the hardwork you did at the party.” Henry grinned. In the hidden compartment, was a small stuffed Donald Duck, who was holding three tickets to Disneyland, dated for later in the month.

Min-seo let out a small sigh of delight. She was okay with a party - it was a school night so she would make sure her homework was done first - so long as she didn’t have to stress out over drinks. That had been a nightmare but also a learning experience. She learned the names of drinks, she learned that tequila came with a chaser and a lime and salt - usually on the body of someone - and she learned that American party music was just as loud as the pop music she was used to.

The foreign exchange student was curious enough to look into the compartment - cars were full of surprises - and after struggling a bit to get the door open she let out a happy little shriek. "Donald!” She exclaimed as she hugged the stuffed thing close, not even noticing the tickets in favor of hugging the sailor-suit wearing duck mascot. Today was going to be a great day, Donald was going to go to all of her classes today!

"I’M WATCHING MINCY!” Parker answered the question, bringing the happy mood of Min-seo crashing down a bit. "LOOK, MINCY, IT’S YOU!” Parker had gotten lost on the internet and began clicking around different commercials, which had been shockingly funny, and the rabbit hole led her to foreign commercials which were much brighter and full of choreography. Min-seo’s face dropped as Parker held the phone out, making it visible for both Min-seo and Henry.

True enough, Parker wasn’t just being accidentally insensitive. There on the screen, doing a bubbly dance while holding a soft drink and wearing a much less conservative outfit, was Min-seo. A remnant from her past in Korea, though this commercial was shot back in October, and the only difference between the Min-seo in the commercial and the one who was scrambling to get Parker to click the ad off was the fact that the carbound Min-seo always made sure to wear shirts that covered up.

Henry turned his attention to the phone that Parker was holding. He stared at the screen, and could verify that yes this was Min-seo. HOWEVER, the Min-seo on the screen was dressed much more… provocatively. In fact, it was perfectly fair to say that she was dressed exactly how Henry liked. “Oof.” Henry leaned toward the phone in Parker’s hand to look more closely at it, and then glanced back at Min-seo. “How come you don’t wear that shirt?” He asked, pointing at it.

“Because you should. I like it a lot.” He said, before going so far as to rewind the video to watch again. “Hey, Min, you wanna go to the party tonight? Like with me. As a date.” Henry made sure to be very blatant with his clarifications, so that nothing to lost in translation here.

Suddenly Donald Duck was the furthest thing from Min-seo’s mind. She squeezed the stuffed duck tight but that was more for her own comfort and sense of security than the cuteness that had caused her excitement mere seconds ago. She was, of course, aware of the existence of the commercials - that they existed were courtesy of her stepmother - and she couldn’t exactly get them removed as she was not the owner of the product or the video in question. The very last thing she wanted was for them to be discovered, and she felt like she had a good handle on it. After all, who at this school knew enough about Korean pop culture to care about their commercials?

She was embarrassed, given that she was using Donald Duck as a way to hide her face, but she didn’t know quite what to say. "I left the shirt...home.” Min’s answer to the question came through the wall of Donald. Her clothing choices had been much more modest, a means of separating her Korean life from her new one in America. It wasn’t as if Min-seo was some kind of ugly duckling, just that she had made strides to keep herself plained down.

"D..Date? I...I can’t you...you are with...Parker.” It wasn’t exactly a no that Min-seo was putting down.

At this, Henry froze. With Parker? He slowly shook his head. “What? No I’m not. Parker’s just a friend of mine. We’re definitely not dating,” Henry was sounding a little defensive, but honestly? He felt justified in doing so. Min had been with them for a few months now, and she thought he and Parker were dating? Come on, half the time it was pretty plain to see that he was almost babysitting Parker. Definitely, not dating her. “Where did you get that idea? Tell her, Parker.” Now, Henry wanted some back up.

Parker and Henry weren’t dating? Min-seo blinked behind the duck, confused. They had to have been, right? "But...she’s always at your house. And on New Year’s you...you took her up the stairs. You were looking at her…” She was seeing things that happened but reading different interpretations of it. All signs pointed to them dating.

"HENRY? EWWWWWWWWWWW” Parker was vehement in her denial, shaking her head like Henry had a case of the cooties. "HENRY’S MY BEST FRIEND, MINCY. BUT YOU’RE PRETTY OKAY TOO. HE’S LIKE...LIKE MY BROTHER. AND BROTHERS DON’T KISS SISTERS. THAT’S GROSS. DON’T BE GROSS, MINCY.” Parker wasn’t sure where this whole thing got started but over the past few days people had been asking her about Henry and her and she was getting really annoyed by it. How many more times would she have to say it!

"But...you...it looked...I am sorry.” She was already embarrassed but now Min-seo felt like she wanted to just disappear forever. What a colossal misunderstanding she had caused. "Can I still...party?”

Henry rolled his eyes over at Parker. She had a point, though! Henry was like her older brother, and she was like his littlest sister. Even more so than Cyndi, his actual youngest sister. When Min asked if she could still party, Henry fired back with his answer. “Yeah, if you go as my date.” He paused, and then casually added, “And wear that shirt, from the commercial.” There, ultimatum laid. Game set and match. Your move, Min-seo.

There was a problem in the request which might well have put a damper on the party. It wasn’t that Min-seo was opposed to showing up as Henry’s date - she actually wasn’t since it seemed like the only means of getting into the party anyway, it was the fact that the shirt in question was an ocean away. Min-seo shook her head at that, Donald slowly being lowered to a more reasonable position, hugged tightly against her chest. “I...don’t have. The shirt is..at home. Home home. In Korea.” If that was going to stop her from going to the party, so be it. But there was no way to get the shirt from Seoul to Beverly Hills in time.

Henry’s face immediately erupted into a huge frown, and he considered his options. Who did he know that knew a thing or two about clothes and could help him out in his time of need? Not many people. But… there were his half-sisters. Luna and Stella. They would be exceptionally helpful in this situation! “That’s okay. I’ll take you to see my half-sisters after school. They’ll doll ya up for me, then drop you off at the party, or somethin’. Is it a date?” Henry asked, putting the final say in Min’s hands.

While waiting for her to answer, Henry had the silent realization that he was looking at Min in an entirely new light. Shocking what seeing someone in a crop top would do to him. But Min was seriously, seriously cute. Maybe it was helped by the Donald stuffie that she held her hand, but Henry’s face softened from the frown, to a more half-smile, “pleaseeee?”

Hopefully Parker never wore a crop top.

Min-seo was already on the verge of agreeing, though why she had to see half-sisters after school confused her. Couldn’t she just show up at the party with Henry? After school was typically when she did homework, what did ‘doll up’ mean? She wasn’t a doll! But still she sighed; she’d never seen Henry act like this, he must’ve really wanted her to come and it was bound to be another learning experience. Was that not the point of the exchange program?

"Okay. It is..a date.” Min agreed with a nod, then had Donald Duck nod his head as well. She was still heavily embarrassed that her secret was out, but she trusted Henry not to run around telling people about it. Parker, though? Min-seo trusted Parker less but it was likely she was just as soon going to run around saying she was getting a bunk bed as she was saying she saw Min in a commercial.

Regardless, Min-seo had a date to a party.
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Owen Lyon and Oreo
Location: Owen’s Room —> Homeroom


Earlier that morning

The Lyon Residence


“Mau.”

Owen’s eyes cracked open and he found himself face to face with the one eyed cat that he’d called his for almost ten years. Oreo. His best friend in the whole world, doubly so since his best human friend had abandoned him, and his human life partner had left him in the dust as well. So, now, all he had was this here cat. Which was perfectly fine with Owen, Owen loved his cat. He reached out a sleepy hand and scratched behind Oreo’s ear. “Hey, buddy…” Owen said in the tired croak of a freshly woken boy.

“Mau.”

“What? I would never abandon you. I’ve just been busy. I couldn’t come back here.” Owen protested, sitting up in the bed and letting the blankets fall down. “Don’t say things like that, Oreo. We’re a team.” He said, and the cat came up to his chest and nuzzled him, while Owen gently petted him.

“Mau.”

“No, I haven’t made nice with them. I don’t think I’m going to.” Owen retorted, squinting down at the cat. He then shrugged his shoulders and threw his legs over the edge of the bed, jumping down onto the floor. Owen scratched at his own back, as the cat followed him down to the floor. “Marshall thinks I want to kill him. Can you believe that? I’d never. He’s not worth the extra effort.”

“Mau.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. I don’t think my honor hangs in the balance, do you? It’s just high school. Life goes on. I could quit, and never show up again, and I don’t think anyone would even notice. Maybe I’ll just do that, huh? We could leave the country, Oreo. Me and you vs the world. I hear New Zealand is nice during this time of year. What do you think?” Owen looked down at the cat, for confirmation of denial, and received neither. “I guess you’re probably right. At the very least, I should finish what I’ve started. Then I can leave. Maybe Greenland? Greenland is pretty nice yeah? I could go to South Korea, too.” Owen mused, stepping into his private bathroom with Oreo behind him.

“Mau.”

“You’re absolutely right. Fuck ‘em, dude. I already busted Jamie upside his stupid head. Might as well complete the set and bash Marshall’s dome in, right? Right, buddy? Nah, I’m just kidding. Hitting Jamie was kind of a fuck up. But he pushed the right buttons, whether intentionally or not. If he comes back though, then we’ll see where it goes. I can hit harder than that.” Owen shrugged his shoulders dismissively, stepping into the shower. Feeling the hot water pounding onto his chest, Owen thought about his gameplan. Was he still okay to hang out with Damian and his friends? Owen wasn’t sure. He was basically just an enforcer for them.

Owen didn’t really have a people, or friends. He wasn’t really a member of any particular. He was a loner, which was arguably how he liked it. Even introverted people though, even loners, needed friends. Eventually, being left alone to your thoughts made you vulnerable, and Owen wanted to be anything but. “I think I have a plan, Oreo.”

“Mau?”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, mister. It might work. He doesn’t seem to have any friends. I don’t have any friends. It’s worth a shot. Besides, I can’t sit with A Dubs and his friends all the time. Trust me, the way his girl was looking at me… I don’t belong there either. But this might work. If it doesn’t work, whatever. What have I got left to lose?” Owen asked, washing soap from his hair. This plan could work. He killed the shower, and toweled himself off. “What’s the worst that could happen, anyway? Some bitching from one of the Bitch Brigade? I don’t care about that. Half the school thinks I’m a woman beater anyway — if one of them steps up, I’ll knock them right the fuck back down.”

“Mau!”

“What?! I’m just kidding, dude!”

Later…

Owen’s locker


Marshall Radley was a coward. A weakling. Full of fear, and nothing else. A coward. A weakling. It was, however, important that he bring a message to Jamie, and Owen had to admit he appreciated Marshall’s willingness to do so. Owen was, nonetheless, angry again. What had started as a more or less pleasant morning had quickly deteriorated after he’d interacted with Marshall in the parking lot. As expected, it hadn’t gone well. Owen wasn’t sure if he should continue with his plan in this type of mood…

He spun the lock in front of him, and pulled it open. “...huh?”

Someone had been in here. And there were only two people who knew his locker combo (not counting the janitor): himself and Trixie. Owen reached out a slow hand and flipped down the picture of himself and Trixie, which had been stood back up. Then he turned his attention to the small box of stuff sitting there. He pulled it out and opened it. Looking inside, he frowned. This was all the stuff he’d tried to give her back! There was a couple of extra things too…

What was she thinking? Honestly. Owen dug around, looking for something new… and found his anniversary present to her two years before. It was a ring; a nice one, as it happened. More or less, it had been his promise to her, that they would stay together… forever, basically. She had faithfully worn it until, well, until the thing. And here it was. In a box. In his locker.

There was a small tag attached to it, and Owen held it closer to his face, reading it. Lost. Will be found.

Owen blew at his bangs. Okay. So what? She was going to come and get it this time? Alright. He slipped the ring into his pocket. He could deal with that. Owen grabbed his day planner, which had apparently been fucked with as well. Maybe she put a date in here? He flipped through it quickly, but found nothing. Frowning now, he opened to the cover page, and was presented with more writing from his ex-girlfriend (and reminded of how pretty her handwriting was): The gym. Late. Which day? Who knows?

Well fuck. He’d have to bring Oreo with him, he couldn’t leave him at home alone anymore.

Owen shook his head, and slammed his locker shut. Heading down the halls, he noticed the flyers. Another party? Fuck. That. Owen grabbed one of the flyers, and ripped it down, tossing it into a nearby trashbin. No fucking way. Owen would spend the night with his parents, playing bingo, or whatever the fuck adults did. Fuck a party.

Owen walked into homeroom in a better mood than he thought he would. His emotional state was lifted by the box in his locker, and the possible prospect of actually talking to Trixie. Look, even if they didn’t get back together, closure was… important to him. Fueled by that, Owen felt more comfortable going forward with his plan. He scanned the homeroom and found his target, closing the gap and sitting down across from him. Owen held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Owen. Owen Lyon.”

Earlier that morning…

Sean Sterling’s homeroom desk


Something Sean hadn’t learned at the Academy was that women were complicated. The Academy trained you to be a warrior, it didn’t care about your ability or inability to maintain healthy relationships with the opposite sex. As such, Sean had done nothing since returning home but find himself continually confused by both his sister and his… friend with benefits. Both Selena and Brynn claimed to be close friends, and yet, all they did was fight with each other.

It made no sense to him. When boys or men were friends, they were just that. Friends. It meant they liked the same kind of thing, or worked in the same type of field. They talked fondly of one another, and helped each other out when times called for it. Apparently, women were the opposite. If two women were friends, they were awful people to each other? Didn’t make any sense, not to Sean. What if Brynn needed help? Would Selena go the distance? What if Selena needed help? Could Brynn swallow her pride and help? Would they even accept each other’s help? Sean had no idea. Not a single clue.

Brynn in particular was confusing. She didn’t want to hook up with him, but then she did want to hook up with him, and also she didn’t want to see him, but then she did want a ride to school from him? Were they not going to hook up again? Were they going to? Did she like him, hate him? He didn’t know. He couldn’t know, because he had no idea how women worked. And he certainly couldn’t ask his mother, Cassie was not the person to talk to about this.

Really, Sean’s best option was to talk to Selena, because they were twins. But Sean couldn’t talk to Selena about this because honestly? Selena was weird too. She was catty and bitchy, just the same as Brynn. Sean had been caught in the crossfire of the two of them exactly once, and that one moment had been enough reason for him to never want to talk to one of them about the other, ever again. Sean needed to make a friend. A neutral, third party who could give him some advice.

That would come at another time though: this was homeroom. That meant this was naptime. Sean made a note to purchase a pillow for his homeroom desk, so that he could be more comfortable. For now, though, he was happy to rest with his sweatshirt balled up underneath him. He had his eyes closed, a show was playing on his phone… Sean, with no Brynn to disturb him this time over a shirt, drifted off to peaceful sleep.

That peaceful sleep lasted five minutes.

Now...

Sean Sterling's desk, with a visitor


“Hi. I’m Owen. Owen Lyon.”

Sean’s eyes cracked open to find himself face-to-face with the man from the party. At this, Sean straightened up a little bit. He wasn’t happy about being woken from his nap, and he was undeniably groggy, but… he had a feeling this was going to go poorly. “Yeah? I, uh. I know. I’m Sean Sterling.” Cautiously, Sean reached a hand out and accepted the offered handshake from the other male. “I met you at the party. I sort of got your name from them… you dated Trixie, right?” He asked, and Owen tensed up.

From Owen’s point of view, things had been going well right up until that exact point. Where was this going to go now? Was Sean going to question his relationship with Trixie? If that happened, Owen knew this would go poorly. He’d gotten a lot of his negative emotions out the night before, but… confrontations never ended well for him. Rather, the person he was in a confrontation with.

Cautiously, Owen responded. First with a nod, then with words to back himself up. “Yes. I did. And yes, from the party. That’s kind of why I sat here… I wanted to formally apologize to the only person I think deserves one. My behavior at the party was frankly unacceptable, and there was no reason for you, someone completely uninvolved to be caught up in the drama like that,” Owen explained, and he held his breath as he waited for Sean to respond. He had to take this well, right? Please do.

As Sean gave Owen a surprisingly warm smile, Owen let out a huge sigh. “It’s okay. From my perspective, things aren’t going too well in either party. I think they’re giving to you too harshly, and I think they’re taking what you do too seriously. It’s nice to meet you. Properly, I mean. I hope you can forget about what I did, and that maybe we can be friends? There are no hard feelings from me. Yes, Trixie is my cousin, but I don’t know what happened. Honestly? I don’t care. I judge people on who and what they are now, not on their past, or even their future.”

“That’s okay! Looking back, I think you did the right thing. You defused the situation without violence, and that was our best play.” Owen was finally getting somewhere! “Great. Thank you. I’m sorry I interrupted your nap, though. I guess I’m just desperate at this point. I’m pretty downtrodden at this point.”

“I know how that feels.”

A brief period of silence.

“You should come by the 365 Combat Club sometime. I practically live there. We could spar.”

“I might take you up on that.”

Success.

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@XilawThat's fine with me. I'll PM you the link now.
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I don't suppose you guys are still accepting?


Hi! I'm happy to say that yes, we are still accepting. We have a discord channel as well, if you'd like.
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A Q&A post
Location: A Double’s Car
Interacting with: They only need each other
A collab with @smarty0114


A Double was sitting in the car with Q, at a stoplight as they headed toward school together. A Double had a few questions: He wasn’t sure how this whole… dating thing worked? He’d done some Google searches, but now he had to implement the suggestions he’d found. He’d have to exercise communication! Which wasn’t normally a big deal; he and Q got on super well… why was it so weird now?! Maybe it was the subject he wanted to talk about. Talk about ‘us’? Talk about ‘what we are?’ Weird. They should just talk about cartoons and weed.

That was easy.

But this was not. “Hey, Q. I was wondering. Should we like… have sex, you think? I dunno how that works. Like, do we decide when we’re gonna do it before hand? Does it just happen? What’s the path? The protocol? How does it happen? Do you want it to happen? Do I want it to happen? Is it even fun?”

Q was confused, to say the least. She was happy, yeah. But confused. And a little scared. She was dating A Double. Like, actually, really dating him. And that was cool. She guessed. Quincy hadn’t been in a relationship, not since her and Derek broke up last year. And that had been, well it had it’s ups and downs. Derek was an asshole, but he had been a decent boyfriend, at least in the beginning. Except A Double wasn’t Derek, and A Double was new to this. And if she was being completely honest, it felt like Q was new to this whole thing too. And here was A Double asking her questions on questions. She pursed her lips and turned to face her boyfriend.

”Sex...sex is complicated A Dubs. And, it’s a lot sometimes. Sometimes it happens, and sometimes you talk about it. Me and Derek, well, we talked about it for a bit before I decided I was ready. We’ve only been dating for a day A Double. There’s no rush,” she explained, hesitating a moment before bringing up Derek, but going for it anyways. A Double had never struck her as the jealous type.

A Double had to think about what she said, carefully. He had to think about it carefully, because A Double was confused by this stuff! The entire sex thing was crazy! “That’s good! Because really? Sex to me seems like really complicated and convoluted and like it’s just this crazy way to say you love someone, but I can just say it aloud! I love you, Q. See? That wasn’t hard. And I do love you! If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have hung out with you so much for the past like year! But, like, now we’re dating and like my love for you has been… upgraded? It’s different now. Because it’s romantic. And like I like that a whole lot, but I’m not sure how to express it? Before it was easy: I picked you up to take you to school, I brought you weed and shared my snacks with you… Now it’s different! I gotta do that stuff and I have to hold your hand and kiss you and hug you and hold you, and like it’s great and I love doing that stuff, but I think to myself: what if I don’t do it enough? What if she stops wanting to date because I don’t do enough? It’s tough. It’s tough. Let’s skip school and go back to Dreamland and eat chips.”

Q grinned. Really and truly, one of those big grins that takes up your whole face, the kind you get when you’re a kid and you see Santa, or when you see snow for the first time, or when your boyfriend tells you he loves you as the sun rises above the Beverly Hills skyline. “Babe, you’re starting to sound like me,” Q said, leaning in and kissing him. ”I’m dating you for you. Not for the hand holding, and the making out. Those are pluses, but if we never did them again, I’d still care about you. Okay?”

A Double let out a huge sigh of relief and nodded, “Well, that is just a huge weight off of my shoulders. I was gettin’ really stressed about it…” He muttered, before turning off the car and turning to her and smiling. Oh! That reminded him. There was some kind of dance coming up, but he… didn’t really remember the specifics. Since they were dating now, he supposed he’d better ask. That was the man’s job, right? “Hey, Q? Do you wanna go to the dance with me? The… Valentine’s one?” Boom. Boyfriendly job done.

Quincy grimaced. ”I mean, do you wanna go?” Q asked. If A Double wanted to go, then she’d go, because that was the right thing to do, but Q wasn’t in to dances. Especially Sadies. She thought the whole idea was sexist to begin with, but the idea of getting all dressed up and drinking punch and being in a hot, sweaty gym? It seemed like a bad flashback. Jenny went to school dances. Quincy did not.

A Double looked over at her and shrugged his shoulders. “I just... want you to be happy. So, if you wanna go, we can, if not… I don’t care, we can just stay home and chill. I’m flexible, Q.” He said, opening his door and stepping out of the car, “Well, here we go. Another beautiful day in paradise,” he said, giving her another grin.

Q grinned and joined him outside, giving him a quick kiss and linking arms with him. ”Away we go.”

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A Hailana post
Location: Hailey’s room —> Her car
Featuring: Butler

Hailey Green-Locke was in a particularly good mood. It was, most probably, the sex. Getting laid helped ease all minds, even one as devilishly evil as her own. Plus, not only had they had sex, Hailey had obtained herself a girlfriend. And a beautiful one at that! She couldn’t wait to show her off; to her parents, to her friends, to the whole school. Hana was great. As such, Hailey had made her breakfast, while Hana slept in. They might end up being late to homeroom, but it didn’t matter. Hailey was always late.

Hailey had cooked herself, not an entirely uncommon thing at the Green residence, but nonetheless, she hoped the message got across the Hana. She pushed the cart she’d put her and Hana’s breakfast on through the door into her room that Butler had opened for her, and to the bed where Hana was still either asleep or had just gotten accustomed to the one position that she was in.

Hailey sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled the top off of the cart, revealing the plates of pancakes she’d made for each of them — buttermilk, fluffy, and with blueberries baked inside. Also on the cart, was bacon (fried crispy), and a few pieces of sourdough toast, alongside different kinds of breakfast toppings, such as syrup, whipped cream, and a small bowl of chocolate chips.

There was also a pitcher of orange juice, which, admittedly, Hailey had not squeezed herself. She’d had some servant do it. But, nonetheless, the deed was done and the orange juice was fresh.

Hana stirred when Hailey woke earlier but it wasn’t until she started smelling the familiar scent of a properly cooked breakfast that she woke up fully - just in time to see Hailey reveal the contents atop the cart. Part of Hana was convinced she was dreaming, that all of what had transpired last night was some kind of dream; but dreams didn’t feel that good nor did they leave lingering feelings such as the fact that her hands were still very much immobile. That didn’t stop her from moving to a seated position, albeit with a bit of difficulty as she used her shoulder to hoist herself up. She was somewhat used to the binding but going down was far easier than getting up.

”Good morning.” Her voice was still that early morning hoarse but it was said with a smile and that had made all the difference. ”Breakfast in bed? Now I definitely feel special.” Hana had figured the day would start like any other, just that instead of waking up either in her own bed or with her head slumped on her computer desk she would be waking up in a far nicer room but breakfast really helped solidify the difference that she was utterly in favor of.

”Though you might have to feed me. Kinda hard to do...well...anything.”

“Yes, I know. I had already planned on that,” Hailey said, nodding to Hana. She reached out and readjusted Hana so she was sitting more properly. Sure, she could uncuff Hana, but where was the fun in that? This? This was much better than letting Hana operate on her own! Hailey smiled and cut off a piece of pancake, holding it up on a fork for Hana to eat. “Did you sleep alright? I understand you may have been just a bit uncomfortable. But that’s okay, you’ll get used to it. After you eat, you ought to take a relaxing, warm bath. Then we can head to school, where I’ll introduce you to my friends.”

Pausing briefly now, to consider something, Hailey added. “Speaking of school, I think you ought to stop… you know, being a drug dealer. Now, there are two reasons for that: first and foremost, I think it’s a rather dangerous profession — one I’d much rather not have my girlfriend participate in. Secondly, I don’t think it really fits you. Just work at Captain Cuddles for now.”

The cuffs were awkward at first, especially as she tried to get comfortable, but when she opted to sleep on her side it was much more manageable and soon enough she found herself sleeping like a newborn. It had helped that she went to sleep following what was sure to be the happiest of her memories in quite some time. She hoped more would follow. Especially if more meant more pancakes in bed, which she happily took off the fork. Instinctively, as they do when tasting something delicious, Hana’s eyes closed as she enjoyed the fluffy breakfast treat, barely having to chew before it slid down her throat.

It was fortunate that Hana managed to swallow the piece of pancake before Hailey followed the light conversation. Hana would likely have choked on the food and made a mess of things; not from the suggestion that Hana quit doing what she was known for, but the casual use of the ‘g’ word. ”G...Girlfriend?” She had to repeat it if only to see how it sounded coming off her tongue. ”I...you...I mean…” She wasn’t sure how to respond only that her reaction wasn’t born of negative thoughts on the term or the idea of it. ”I’m...gonna have to get used to saying that. I’ve got…a...a girlfriend...who makes great pancakes.” When she thought that it would be nice to experience pure happiness again, she never expected it to happen so soon.

“The secret to the pancakes is just the smallest amount of beer. It really helps fluff them up. Cream soda works too, but I prefer to the flavor of the beer…” Hailey trailed off, feeding Hana with another bite of pancake as she circled back around. “Anyway, yes. Girlfriend. You didn’t think I did all of that last night just because it was fun, did you?” Hailey asked, reaching out to pet Hana’s cheek.

Hailey was radiating happiness. Though she wasn’t saying it aloud, it should have been clear as day: whatever Hana was doing, was the right thing. “You ignored my point about you quitting your side job, by the way. You should probably let whoever called last night know that you’ve got a girlfriend, by the way. I don’t know who it was, but curfews are awful and I don’t much want to deal with them. Surely they’ll go away if you let her know you’re dating me. Either that, or I suppose I could stay at your place…” While Hailey spoke, she continued periodically feeding Hana.

”It’s not that...it’s just that I’ve never had...I’ve never been in a relationship. I didn’t want to assume or presume but I know what I said last night wasn’t just a heat of the moment thing.” Hana spoke between fed bites of pancake. Part of the perks of struggling to sleep in handcuffs was giving Hana some quiet time to think on the events of the evening. Things had moved quickly but there was just a feeling she had felt where it just felt right. Her brother often made snarky comments on the lack of Hana’s dating life and Hana’s refusal to the blind dates once set up by her parents weren’t just because she thought blind dates were stupid. Hearing Hailey say it made it palatable. Hana had a girlfriend. Hana had the girlfriend.

”That was my sister who called. I live with her. The situation with me, my siblings, and my parents are...complicated. I’ll...I’ll tell her though she might insist on meeting you.” Telling Abby the news was about the furthest thing from Hana’s mind even as she was excited at being in a genuine relationship. The news was sure to travel quickly at school and her stock was sure to rise with it. ”I guess it wouldn’t do well for you to be dating a drug dealer. Do you know why I started? You’re gonna think it’s stupid but I really wanted a case for a phone I didn’t even have. Not the phone. A case. Because it was cross promotion with a game I was way into. My parents wouldn’t get it for me and I didn’t have a job so my brother told me he knew how I could make some easy money. Before I knew it, I was wearing clothes like the popular kids wore and I was being invited to parties and people knew who I was.” There was a wistful sort of tone to Hana’s voice and the memory drew a smile which only lingered after more pancakes were enjoyed.

”I can’t say I hated it. I mean, would we have even met if not for my side job? But if you asked me which was more important: drug money or being your girlfriend...I’d pick you every time. Beverly Hills High is going to have to find a new dealer.”

To someone like Hailey, who had never had to work for anything she’d wanted or asked for, the way Hana was speaking and reminiscing about her job and how it brought her to where she was… the story was strange. It wasn’t bad per se, but it was different than anything Hailey had ever experienced. It’d even caused her to think about telling Hana: Nevermind. Do what you want.

She had to stay strong, though. Hailey was confident that in the long wrong, pulling Hana out of the game now was the better move. It was a dangerous game to play, and Hailey was protecting them both. She fed Hana more of the food, before she reached under the pillow and held up the key. “Here, let’s get you mobile, and you can take a bath.” She said, before reaching behind Hana and undoing both of the handcuffs. “I hope your wrists aren’t too visibly bruised. If they are, maybe we won’t do anymore overnights in them. I’ll have to think about it, anyway. I don’t mind, but it physically marks you; it just turns me on.”

The choice was made. While it might have felt like Hailey was dictating everything, Hana was likely going to quit anyway upon graduation. She wasn’t stupid. She was well aware that drug dealers didn’t always get a clean exit; fortunately she didn’t have a debt to repay and though she had skimmed off the top when paying her brother and his friends, she had earned them enough money over the past three years. She could make a clean out and the world would continue. One drug dealer wouldn’t be missed and before long some other ambitious sort with connections would take over duties of doping up students.

Besides, Hana was onto something much more rewarding than drug money.

”A bath before school? I’m moving up in the world. No more simple showers.” Never was Hana so delighted to see a simple key; she sighed when the cuffs were removed and immediately she took to massaging her wrists. The hope of a lack of visibility was dashed as the markings were damn near imprinted fully on her wrists. The skin wasn’t grossly discolored but unless she wore long sleeves or bracelets it would be plainly visible. ”I think you’re gonna have to be prepared to be turned on then.” Hana held up both wrists as if for inspection, bruise and all. ”All the fun of cuffs without getting arrested.”

“A bath before school is moving up in the world? Sweetie, you may have just changed planets, if that’s the case.” Hailey kissed Hana on the cheek, smiled at her, then smiled wider after she eyed the bruises — hopefully someone would notice at school… — then she stood up off of the bed. “If you want more food after the bath, that’s fine with me. It’ll stay warm on the tray,” she explained, putting the cover back over it, and gesturing for Hana to follow her. Once Hana was following along, Hailey led her across the room and into the huge, luxurious bathroom.

In the center of the room was what was obviously Hailey’s bathtub, already filled to the brim with warm water. However, the bathtub looked like it may have very well fit ten people, should she feel so inclined. Hailey gestured toward the edge of the bath, “I wasn’t sure what you liked in your baths, so you have plain water to play with. I have bath bombs, bubbles… the works. Choose whatever you want.”

It was a good thing Hana was still technically an athlete, given the nature of breakfast and the high probability of spending more time at Hailey’s home, it seemed likely that lavish sort of meals were on the agenda going forward. She’d never really given much consideration about her figure, but softball had been sort of how she cheated her way around the much more preferable ‘junk food and vanilla soda in front of a computer’ thing. Cheerleading would have to be the substitute there. Still, the prospect of more food served in this manner was certainly enticing but right now her mind was on the bath and only that. Well, the bath and the fact that her cheek was burning red following the kiss. Would she get used to it? Possibly. But it felt great every time.

The bath was something else. To Hana it looked more like a swimming pool or a hot tub and it further reminded her of the gap that existed between the two of them. Hana’s family had a decent income, successful business owner for a dad and a hair stylist for a mom meant the kids never went hungry and with two of the four Park children legal adults and on their own meant that the only savings were for Hana and Jeremy’s eventual college fund. But even so, Hana’s financial situation was hardly so lavish - and she wasn’t complaining, just thanking whoever it was that allowed her such an experience. At school she’d have to thank Henry for what turned out to be her final order.

”Bubbles. It has to be bubbles.” Hana seemed elated at the notion, even picking out the bottle of bubble bath and doing the honors of pouring it in. As she waited for the bubbles to fill the tub, Hana trailed her hand over the top of the water before feeling emboldened. ”Will you be joining me or is this a bath for one?” Regardless of answer, Hana smiled towards Hailey and she had every intention of being the first one to step into the water.

Hailey’s lips pursed for a moment, before she giggled. Yes, the ice queen giggled, in an incredibly girlish manner, and her face lit up in a wide smile. It didn’t fade, though Hailey had a very sudden, very internal realization. Hana Park was melting her heart. Was this bad? Should she fight it? Hailey wasn’t sure — it’d have to take some reflecting on herself and perhaps a discussion with all three of her parents before she knew what she wanted and if she were truly okay with this. For now, though? Hailey was lost in the moment, and the moment was Hana’s.

“I think it can fit both us,” Hailey purred, pulling her shirt off, nothing underneath it. “If you get sleepy afterward, it’s not my fault. You’ll simply have to catch up during homeroom and in the car.”

Though Hana had gotten more than an eyeful the previous night, she still found herself breathless as soon as Hailey proved to be quite bold. She had instigated this with her absolutely in no way leading question and of course she had expected Hailey to agree, and yet even still whatever words Hana might have been thinking of at the moment were lost amidst a soup of bathwater, bubbles, and Hailey Green. Hana stepped further into the tub, to allow Hailey enough room to step in herself, thankful that the water was a good excuse for why her face seemed a bit more red.

”Sleepy? Right now I feel like I’ve just had a dozen coffees.” The worst thing about it being a school day was the fact that this bath had to be just that. A bath. Hana would take every opportunity afforded her, however, and a bath with her girlfriend was a hell of an opportunity. ”I’ll wash your back. With a cloth in case you had any ideas.”

Hailey did have some ideas, and they were lived out in the bathtub with her shiny new girlfriend. However, less than thirty minutes into their relaxing time together, Hailey had to extract them from the comfort of the bathtub, and within forty five minutes, she and Hana were both ready and tucked into the back of one of Hailey’s cars. From the front seat, the ever observant Butler, spoke up. “You’re late.”

Tersely, Hailey responded. “And you’re not paid to make such observations. Drive.” And their journey began.
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Collab with @Lovely Complex as Kylie Lyon
A flashback... the previous night.

You know those self pity parties where you’re home alone because your husband decided to go out with the boys and your daughter is probably having sex with a stranger and your son has ignored you for god who knows how long? Yeah, that was the life of Kylie Lyon at 8 PM. Not even a homemade margarita could make her feel better. On top of that, all her family and friends were actually having lives and her dad could suck it. The solution for her lonesome feelings and seething bitterness over the fact that she made dinner for four but only one person ate it — her — was to watch tv and pamper herself. She was sprawled on the couch with a bunch of curling pins in her gorgeous red hair, her toes had a recently applied green nail polish on and were separated by those foam separators, and her fluffy, white bathrobe covered her pale but fresh, smooth, delectable skin. Her posture was in a slouch, with a large porcelain bowl on her stomach filled to the rim with popcorn as she watched the show that made her famous: Living it up with the Lyons.

Munching passionately on her popcorn, her phone only inches away, her eyes went from the show to her phone constantly. Waiting. Waiting for anyone. Someone. To call or text her. She was soooooo bored. Oh! this was a good part. This was when all the women in her father’s life cornered him. He never thought he’d be in the same room of all the women he slept with in the past, but it sure happened, and the products from such affairs, all his children, bore witness to the scene. Her dad was a fool.

Her mind was ripped away from the scene when she heard a ringtone she hadn’t heard in the longest time. HER SON WAS CALLING HER!!! HE NEEDED HER! She quickly turned her body, causing the bowl of popcorn to tumble over, spilling everywhere, and she grabbed her phone with utmost urgency. With the excitement of a child getting a lollipop from the doctor, she grabbed and answered the phone, all the while turning her body so she was staring at the ceiling. Happily, she cried, “Hi Pumpky!” Pumpkin was calling her and she was so happy he chose tonight of all nights. Her night would turn around, for sure!

Oh man, Owen was about to ruin her fucking life, wasn’t he? He had a streak lately. Trixie, Jamie, now Mama. Might as well keep adding to it. At least he’d swept up most of the glass… “Mom? I fucked up.” Owen said simply, sighing as he looked around at the carnage of the gym. Maybe he should clean up more before he called her? There wasn’t much left, he and Madi had done a pretty good job… but it was embarrassing. He’d destroyed his own sanctuary, for fuck’s sake.

“W-what do you mean?” Kylie sat up and ate a popcorn off her chest. After she munched on some popcorn, she washed it down with her alcoholic beverage.

Owen was quiet for a while, before he spoke aloud, making an offer to his mother. “You wanna FaceTime?”

From saying he fucked up to making an offer she absolutely couldn’t refuse. Was that even a question? Did she WANT to FaceTime? Did SHE his MOTHER want to see HIS face?! “Yes, yes! I’ll call you righttttt now.” With the speed of a cheetah, a phone call turned into a video call. “Hi Pumpky!” She repeated, her face beaming.

Owen gave her a weak smile, “hi, mama.” He said, before clicking away from the face cam and to the rear camera. With a heavy sigh, Owen slowly moved in a circled, showing Kylie what was left of the gym. “I had a moment.”

This felt like deja vu. For a moment, Kylie took in the sight and she couldn’t help but think of the time her husband did the same, when they were young. That poor gym. She thought for a second on how to approach this. It wasn’t hard to know the route she should take. Keeping her voice calm and showing no sign of fear or anger, she serenely asked, “Do you feel better?”

Well, that was certainly better than he’d expected. Owen had expected redhot fury and yelling and anger to come exploding from the other side… he flicked the camera back to his face and looked at his mother silently, considering what she’d said. Did he feel better? “Yes, absolutely. Someone from school that I don’t really like… came and said some mean things. I only hit him once. Well… twice,” Owen paused, before holding up his bandaged, bloody hand. “I hit the wall, too.”

If there was one thing a Lyon had, it was fire. Fire could manifest in many forms. One being anger. When someone in her family got angry, you feared your life. It was only natural for her son to do this, but like his father, there was always a reason. “Did you give him a chance to walk away?” She could imagine he did, but she wanted a better idea of what was bothering him. She had a theory.

“Yes, I tried to get him to leave. I even let him hit me first. I thought that was, uh, the right thing to do.” Owen explained, before he went on to address something that was slightly bothering him by this point. “...hey are you gonna yell at me? ...Is… is dad going to kill me? I broke everything. The office, too. And the desk. I think I lost my mind…” Owen said glumly, shrugging his shoulders. He really needed to… not do that.

“It wouldn’t be the first time that gym gets a repair job.” Kylie nonchalantly shrugged back and watched her boy’s expressions. She missed him. “I’ll come by and help clean up if you’re worried about your father’s reaction. But, we’re rich, Owen. This is an easy fix. Grabbing another popcorn off her couch, she ate it and shook her head at the thought, “You’re so much like him. It’s unbelievable at times.” She brought her attention back to the cam and made a silly face at her gloomy son, “We’ll take care of this, together. Okay?”

Owen nodded a couple of times, seemingly more reassuring himself than his mother. They could take care of this. She was right, they were rich, that was the whole point of being rich, right? To take care of problems fast. Yeah, something like that… “Okay. You should bring me food. I’m hungry, and there’s nothing to eat here except for vending machine crap. When you get here, we’ll, uh, talk. About it. I guess I should tell you now, before you have to get me from the police station.” Owen muttered, sighing before he blew her a kiss. “See you soon.”

Her heart. He blew her a kiss. Kylie was crying on the inside. She had been waiting for this moment since he started distancing himself. She didn’t even know what she did but after the break up, her baby changed and he stopped confiding in her. Breaks up weren’t easy but something in her gut told her it was most definitely heart wrenching. A tragic ending for someone who only deserved happiness. Joy didn’t tell her details either, but she also chose not to pry. She didn’t want to push him away more than he already was pushing himself away from her. She wanted to know answers but she wanted to know them from him. What happened to her son? What could she do to make him better? With watery eyes, she nodded with all the assurance in the world, “Yeah. See you soon, Pumpkin. I love you.” With that, the call ended.


Still with curling pins in her hair, but now with yoga pants on and a sweatshirt — nothing necessarily on underneath it — Mama Kylie made it to the gym in ten minutes tops. Her mother instincts were at maximum speed and she was ready to save the day! For once, she wasn’t the damsel. She had packed most of the leftovers that were left over from dinner in one of Troy’s cooler bag lunch boxes and then she went to the guest house and demanded her maid to drive her.

Because she had drank alcohol.

Not a lot, but if Troy found out she drove while being inhibited even in the slightest, she would get in trouble, more so than Owen. Entering through the front entrance, which no longer had a door, since all the glass was completely gone, she made her presence known, “I have dinner!” Stopping in her tracks, she was stunned with how much the gym was destroyed but not because of the destruction. No, because of how much was done in such a short time! She wouldn’t be able to do this amount of damage even if she tried.

“Hi, mom.” Owen said, and when Kylie put her eyes on her son, she would click even more similarities between father and son. Just like Troy had done when he was younger, Owen was laying on the ropes of the ring, in the corner, and staring at the ceiling. It didn’t last much longer after she’d arrived, though, because he rolled off and jumped out of the ring, heading over to her.

“What’s for dinner?” He asked, eyeing the cooler in her hands. Food was good, food was fuel. And honestly? Owen was tired. He’d had a long day, and a longer weekend and it was only going to get worse from here…

“Not because I cook this two to three times a week… but it’s your favorite.” Troy was honestly getting sick of homemade mac and cheese with bacon in it, and nice, crispy cheese on layered over it, but Kylie was hoping for a night like this! And her boy called her on one of the nights she made his favorite. She was on her boss game. Tonight couldn’t be any more perfect. Directing him to follow her, she went to the office and made his placement on the table by the futon, across from the desk. She even brought cherry sprite! Also, his favorite. After everything was set for him to have a delicious, mama approved dinner, as if he were eating at the dinner table with his sister, her, and his father, she sat down and rested her hands on her lap. Waiting patiently.

Owen followed her back into the office, where he spent most of his time nowadays. Owen sat down at the spot that was made up for him, and picked up the silverware she’d brought… and then, it was almost comical how fast and ravenously Owen ate the food laid out in front of him. After a few minutes of scarfing down food, he paused to explain himself. “Haven’t been eatin’ very good really. Can’t cook here, and I hate fast food. And I have nowhere to go anymore. Mostly been eating TV dinners.” He explained, pointing at the minifridge in the office. Another similarity to his father.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He added, before slurping down some of the cherry sprite and going back to demolishing the platter of mac n cheese he’d been delivered.

Kylie’s heart was on cloud nine. Just watching her baby eating good food, her food, made her ecstatic. But, she had to focus. This could lead to him opening up to her. Going back to the time when he told her everything! “I’m just a phone call away.” Kylie’s expression was nothing but hopeful. “You’re welcome, by the way.” She grabbed the napkin off the table and gestured for him to grab it. He had a little mess on the side of his face.

Owen grabbed it and wiped off his face, and pushed the plate away, satisfied with his work as far as ‘eating everything’ went. Then he looked up at his mom, very seriously. “I’m gonna tell you things now, but you can’t get too involved. I have to fix this myself.” Owen insisted, before opening the sprite and drinking what was left in the bottle.

Making an ‘x’ on her heart, Kylie smiled, “We got to do the thing.” By thing she meant them linking their pinkies together and then kissing their hands. That was their pinky promise that assured both parties nothing would leave this gym. Owen nodded, and held out his pinky, ready to do the thing. Good, this would seal the deal so he could talk about everything without worrying that she’d get herself and her friends involved.

Emergawd. He did it. Kylie’s face was flushing. This was the best day of her life. Gaining her composure, though her outer self was pretty calm, everything that she was feeling was sealed tight in her nicely formed body, she gave him a look that said ‘I’m ready’. She didn’t need to say anything more. He had the floor.

Alright, here we go. Now or never. Do or die. “Okay. So, you know that Trixie and I broke up, but you don’t know how or why. So, let’s go, I guess.” Owen let out a loud, almost reluctant noise through his mouth, before he tapped around on his phone, navigating to the website of the school newspaper, and pulled up the Cowardly Lyon article, before handing it over to his mother.

Le gasp from Kylie.

“Someone convinced Trixie that I cheated on her. I dunno how, or why, but I have an idea of who. I think it was Ophelia. OBVIOUSLY, I didn’t cheat on Trixie. But, she got those pictures of me and Rose, yes, that’s Rose, and then she lost her mind and went ballistic and published that article. Ophelia is the only person I know who could have been there to take the pictures.” Owen shrugged, but he wasn’t done talking yet.

Another gasp.

“So, anyway. That happened. Everybody read that, and now they think I have a small dick, I’m a woman beater, I have mommy attachment issues, anger issues, and that I’m a serial cheater. Oh, and as of Friday night, you can add ‘homophobe’ to that list, since I kinda sorta almost killed Marshall.” Owen frowned and leaned forward, furrowing his brow. “So nobody really talked to me. To get my side of things? So everyone just took it at face value. Trixie hasn’t talked to me alone since the publish date. Marshall hates me. They all hate me. It hurts. It sucks. I’m alone. I’m fighting against impossible odds, honestly. Damian, Trevor, Henry… They gave me a chance to talk. Becca too, but of course Becca did — she’s a Helmsley, and I’m family. But it doesn’t matter. I just want Trixie to know that I didn’t do that to her. I think that’s basically all of it? So today, Jamie, you know Jamie right? One of Trixie’s news slaves. He came here to try and get me to talk about the breakup, so that I could tell him this. So he could use it for a story.”

Owen paused briefly again. “I’m sorry, Mom, but I’m not you and I will not let my personal drama be something that other people look at for amusement.”

“Ouch, baby.” Kylie crossed her arms and looked at her son with a contemplative stare. She was taking it all in. It was a lot to take in. “I’m curious. As messy as this all is, and yes everyone is reacting… vibrantly, I’m proud you are level headed throughout this all. Shows how well I did on raising you. I’m curious, though. Why do you think Jamie approached you? He could’ve done that two months ago. He could’ve done that a month ago. Why now? Why does he care now about the truth?” There was something Kylie caught in her son’s words that his son didn’t necessarily catch.

“Because he's desperate? I don't know. I busted him in the fucking head, and told him if he came back I'd snap his neck. So I'm happy to report that there will be no more Callaghans intermingling with the Lyons.” Owen explained, running a hand through his hair. This entire situation was exhausting for him, and he wasn't sure about bringing his mother in yet. Hopefully, she'd respect his wishes, and not involve his ex’s parents.

Rolling her eyes at her son’s response, Kylie retorted, repeating his words, “One of Trixie’s news slaves.” She let that settle in before continuing, “If she is anything like her mother, she needs a cool down period. You’re lucky you haven’t made Trixie resort to a bat, but an article is still pretty shitty. It’s hard, finding a moment of peace, when you’re that popular. I would know, I was always with my girls. But her girls are not just friends, they’re family. Two months is a pretty short time for her… heart to demand air. I don’t think Jamie actually cares about the story. As a celebrity, you learn that those type of individuals, reporters, are always after the reward. Someone wants to know the truth, I just don’t think it’s him. He’s just the one getting his hands dirty.” She’ll thank her dad later for his teachings. If it wasn’t for his stories, she wouldn’t be this observant. Everyone had a motive, even if the motive was seemingly nothing. Nothing was still something. Keeping their life as is. From her baby’s story, it seems like everyone was tired of being stagnant.

Owen had to consider what she'd said. Some if it made sense, sure. What was that about a bat, though? Not really relevant, but hey, that was how his mother was sometimes.. a littttllleee bit squirrel brained. “Maybe you have a point… But if Trixie wants to know the truth, why doesn't she ask me? Why doesn't anyone ask me?”

“You can’t say no one asked you, when Jamie did. Today.” She paused and shifted her body toward him. “It’s different, when you’re a girl. Girls think of the bigger picture and we think of every single detail. Guys are a bit more simple even if girls still want to expect more out of them. They either like it or don’t. When you say yes, you mean yes, and when you say no, you mean no. Girls are either at war with each other or protecting each other. Why doesn’t Trixie approach you? Imagine Scott approaching you and saying Trixie has been fucking Henry and had pictures to show for it. How would that make you feel? I know it hurts that she didn’t take your side. But in a girl’s mind, she naturally thinks her girls have her back. And you want to know why no one else asks you? You scare them. When people want to talk to you, you push them away. You don’t want to answer them. You believe they should’ve trusted you from the beginning and it fucking hurts. That no one took your side. I understand baby. I just think, Trixie doesn’t know who to believe. Do you think she doesn’t care about you anymore?” Because if that were the case, she’d be a lot colder to him. She has Izzy in her. Izzy wasn’t afraid to cut people out of her life. Not until she cared.

“That is exactly what I think. I'd argue that I know it, not think it.” Owen said in a simple reply. She was laying a lot on him, wasn't she? He was tired, way too tired for this. And he didn't want to sleep in the fucking office again. He wanted his bed (which would feel empty without Trix), and his house. He hadn't been there in almost two months, and he missed it. He hadn't really realized how much, exactly. “... I want to go home and sleep on this, Mama. Can you just call grandpa or one of the grandmas and make this fix this?” He asked, gesturing at the gym’s destruction.

There was only one person who could fix this properly, along with his brothers. Her father. “I guess it’s time to bury the hatchet…” Her words shifted into a grumble. “Let’s go home and you get some sleep. I’ll get this fix.”
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Featuring: Becca Helmsley @smarty0114 & Henry Green
Location: The Green Estate


As Becca’s car glided along the streets of Beverly Hills, bringing her the short distance to the Green’s estate, Becca realized that she had missed this place. The luxurious, over the top mansions, the trimmed hedges, the blue skies. The untamed hills of Sweden, where one of her family’s castles was nestled, could never offer the same appeals that home could. She grinned. Sweden’s made me sentimental. Wild, she thought, as her vehicle pulled up to the gate that closed off the Green’s driveway.

Once through the gate, the car pulled up to the front of the house, where Becca got out and strutted towards the door. The Greens were long time friends of the Helmsleys, and Becca and her siblings had practically grown up with their children. A sinister piece of her was hoping that Hailey would be home, to witness her return, but that wasn’t the main goal of her mission today. She was here for Henry. Well, really, she was here to get laid. Henry was a vehicle for that purpose. Smirking ever so slightly, and tousling her dark hair, Becca waltzed up to the front door and pressed the doorbell, sounding a loud bell throughout the interior of the modern day palace.

It didn’t take long before the door swung open, though rather than Henry or even one of his siblings or one of his girls, it was a servant. They took one look at Becca, and knew who she was here for. They lead her through the winding halls, and up the staircases to the room she already knew the location of, and opened the door for her. Henry Green was sitting at his desk, typing furiously at his computer — it didn’t take a genius to guess that he wasn’t doing homework. When the door flung open, he spun around, squinting.

He was going to be angry; he’d very specifically said not to bug him, but when he saw it was Becca, he channeled his anger elsewhere. The servant pushed the girl inside, and pulled the door shut, and Henry jumped to his feet, “Shit is FUCKED!” He snapped, standing up and crossing the distance to kiss her. “Stupid sister and the stupid Weekend Warrior got way too heavy way too fast. And I misplaced —” Henry was very particular about his word choice, and he used his hands to emphasize his point, “Min and Parker! It’s been a shit day. And I got detention every day, and I have to try and help the yearbook committee. All I wanted, was for Parker to have a moment in the spotlight, man.” Henry pulled a pen out from behind his ear and hurled it at the wall.

“FUCK.”

Becca raised her eyebrows at Henry’s outburst, smirking a bit before bending down and taking off her shoes. They both knew the routine. This may have been their first meeting in quite some time, but you never forget how to have casual sex. Well, Becca never forgot. Once her shoes were neatly placed against the wall, she closed the gap between her and Henry, kissing him once more before pulling away. “Christ, I have missed making out. How the hell do you lose two people? Wait, why do you have detention?” Becca asked as she dipped in to kiss Henry’s neck. If there was one thing Becca could do, it was multitask.

Henry let himself fall back onto the bed, bringing Becca with him onto his lap. He furrowed his brow slightly at the question, though he tilted his head a bit to give her more available access. “I thought you had the deets already? Whatever. Damian and I got the axe for the party, dude. He got kicked off the team, and we both have indefinite detentions. I have in school suspension every Friday, too. It blows.” Henry wasn’t quite as acute at multitasking as Becca was, but he’d figure it out. “What do you mean you missed making out? Were there no cute Swedish boys?”

Becca pursed her lips for a moment as Henry explained the situation. Damian kicked off the team? Both him and Henry saddled with detentions? She’d been gone for too long. Clearly, Hailey had been working hard. “Surprisingly dry in Sweden. There were a few that were up to my standards, but they weren’t any good,” Becca explained, leaning down to make out with Henry for a moment, then coming back up so she could pull his shirt off. “So you have a plan right? We need to retaliate. I didn’t come back from Sweden to be your sister’s bitch every day at school,” Becca said.

Henry let his shirt be torn off and thrown to the side, before shaking his head. “No, I don’t have a plan. The Weekend Warrior shit talked Parker, though, so I was actually hoping You-Know-Who might do something about it… I mean, I kind of have a plan. I was thinking like, maybe we could have Damian do an interview with whoever writes the slam blog, and maybe set a couple of things straight. Becca, all of my brain blood is in my boner, dude.” Henry said finally, pouting. “I’ve had to do everything myself with you guys gone and it’s not workin’ at all. She’s lost her mind! She made Owen and Trixie break up.”

“Wait. She did what?” Becca asked, the shock and awe clear in her voice. Hailey going after Owen and Trixie, now that was a power move, Becca could admit that much. She pulled off her shirt and threw it to the side, then looked down at Henry. “Y’know, I fucking hate your sister,” she said, grimacing and running a hand through her hair. “If you can figure out how to get in touch with the Warrior then let’s do so. Getting Damian’s voice out there will be good. Martyr him, make people feel bad,” Becca said, before going in for another kiss. “Tell the boys that we’re meeting tomorrow to discuss our next move,” Becca said before her phone vibrated. She pulled the device out of her pocket, and saw a text from Brian pop up on her screen. “One sec, it’s Brian,” she explained as she read the text.

From: Bri
Meeting


So her twins were home. This was perfect. The Helmsley Three worked best together. “Sorry, but, duty calls,” Becca said, flashing her phone at Henry before getting off of his lap and reaching over to grab her shirt. She paused for a moment, then grabbed Henry’s instead, studying it. ”I like this. I’m keeping it,” she said, slipping it over her head and flashing him a grin.

Hey, what? She was just bailing? But, but… No way! “You’re an asshole, Becca Helmsley,” Henry glumly mumbled, sitting up, now shirtless. “And you’re stealing one one of my favorite shirts? That’s fucked up, dude. You owe me.” He said, and gave her about a half a second to respond, before he realized that he’d forgotten something when he was listing off Hailey’s dirty deeds. “Oh yeah! She declared Q… no, wait, Quincy? No, that’s not right either… Uhm! Jennifer. That’s what she used to go by. She declared Jennifer Hart excommunicado. AND, she kidnapped my drug dealer!”

The Helmsley grinned. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up to you,” she said. She looked up as she strapped on her heels, intrigued by the info Henry had just given her. “Jennifer’s out huh? Not shocking, she was going off the deep end when I left. But, what the hell does she want with Hana Park?” Becca asked as she stood up, walking over to Henry’s mirror to make sure she looked alright. Spoiler alert: she looked great.

“Probably to fucking eat her. I don’t know, Becks. Get out of here before I pull you back,” Henry said, waving his hand at her as he rolled over and off of the edge of the bed, onto the plush carpet.

Becca smirked and strutted out of Henry’s room, then downstairs and outside to her car. Brian and Bailee were home, which meant her team was coming together. "Watch out Hailey. There’s a tornado headed for Oz.”
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