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Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. poolside
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. soundin' extra extra extra lame
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝. ♤ ♤ ♤
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Yasmin | "bad bitch club"
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Benji | Vann}

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A ding from his phone pulled the Korean artist from whatever mental vacation he was at as he rode the elevator to the top of the hotel. _{'Emphasis on crime for sure,'} Jin couldn't help the slight upturn of his lips at the idea of getting a chance to catch up with the crew. Starting trouble, or just throwing gasoline on the dumpster fire that would surely be this reunion, was something he was so looking forward to.

It didn't take long before he was strolling into the pool scene, decked out in his suit jacket and snap back. Feeling a little under dressed was not something he concerned himself with. Their gracious host should just be content that he, and a lot of the others who were bound to show up, weren't going to be sporting the same wear they did on the regular back in high school. _{'Oh the look on her face if they had...'} He kinda wish he did, now that the thought got him giggling to himself like a schoolgirl with a crush.

The party wasn't in full swing just yet but there was still time. No telling how much of a shit show it was going to be once Savanna got into her groove. It had been a number of years and the two of them still refused to acknowledge that the other wasn't terrible in bed. God forbid he admit that to her. It was clear that nothing was going to come from it and he was all the more happy about it. Doesn't mean that they still don't razz on one another from time to time. Especially since Vann is up in New York visiting with Yasmin a lot. Something to do with her clothing line or other. The Korean typically sticks to what he knows and women's fashion isn't it. He just knows that he likes the way it looks on his bedroom floor. If the Saint herself isn't going to be there causing a scene then all hell will break loose if the "bad bitch club" catch wind of some kind of drama. Whether it be new or rehashed from ten years ago. Jin just sighed, shaking his head but grinning wildly nonetheless. It was going to be an interesting few days to say the least.

Scanning the faces and backs of people's heads in the meantime, Jin was searching for his "partner in crime", making a pit stop at the bar first, "Dude asks for me and then fuckin' Houdini's me? Typical..." his jesting mutterings must have incurred the blessings of some deity above, because as he was turning from the bartender he noticed an all too familiar cap, bobbing and weaving it's way past people and tables alike, only to stop behind yet another familiar, albeit curvaceous, figure.

"Well, fuck me right?" He threw back his glass, emptying it in one go before sliding it across the bar top. Readjusting his jacket and hat he began his saunter towards the two that were bound to have something interesting going on. "Here we go."

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Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. poolside
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. party now, rehab later
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝. ✟ ✟ ✟
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Yas | Max
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Benji}

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Once gone from the warmth atmosphere of the bar lounge and Max' sinful gaze, Savanna found herself meandering through the hotel, phone in hand - tequila shot long since drained and abandoned - trying to get a hold of her other other half. Her third? Her Yas.

Eventually, seeing as the designer wasn't answering her door, which Vann spent an exorbitant amount of time bashing on, spilling out just about every loving expletive she could at the solid piece of wood; and being yelled at from a neighboring guest, she turned on her heel and proceeded to the upper floors where the "main event" was to be held.

It wasn't long after she arrived that she swung by to grab herself another drink, a Paloma this time - extra strong - before weaving between fellow alumnus gathered. There were a number of people already there, some she hadn't seen since graduation while others she had kept brief contact with. It was them she made a mental note to stop by and say a few cliche words to. Not a party around that Savanna Santos didn't feel the need to go to. If not for the company, absolutely for the drinks. And cause a little mischief while she's at it. The people that she found herself surrounded by made it too easy in high school. She found herself wondering if they still had the same buttons she could push...

Caught up in her own mindless indulgence, sipping on her drink, she felt a pair of eyes honing in on her. Falling prey to some kind of predator. A feeling she enjoyed when in the comfort of a bed, not so much when out in the open as this. A firm placement to her lower back and it was gone. Once Benji spoke to her she wished he hadn't pulled away so quickly and Vann found herself leaning back into him; searching for more.

Without looking she smirked into her drink, shifting her weight to the other leg, purposefully brushing her ass against him. "Molly's a popular girl, hard to get in touch with but I hear you have that magic touch." How Vann wishes she could just stay in his zone of comfort. A dirty, messy, toxic zone - but one of familiarity and comfort nonetheless. Spinning in place she was able to come face to face with the handsome boy man from the west coast. It hadn't been long since their last meet up; she was in town a few months ago just traveling and decided to swing by. What should have been a normal half day visit turned into a much longer stay. One filled with narcotics, dancing and of course filthy sex. All in all a fantastic vacation.

Vann wondered how their interactions would go in front of their fellow graduates. Would anything be different? In a good way? Now that they were here, for this reunion, face to face she found herself not giving a flying fuck. All she could do was stare up into hazel eyes, gaze drifting all across his face from the snake bites on his lips to his goofy trademarked cap, she couldn't get enough of him. "Suit and jeans?" Vann couldn't help but rake her eyes across his features, scanning his body as she did so, free hand coming around to the back of his neck and scratching lightly at the base, "Not really your style, Benj. Too much fabric~" Her mission to find Yas a failure; but the night was still so very young. Vann had time to kill and company to keep.

Behavioral Analysis Unit: What's to come

this looks sick! if you're still accepting I can start working on a CS in the next day or 2

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

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𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐊𝐘𝐔 ♤ 𝐓𝐀𝐊

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_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. flight | hotel
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. soundin' extra extra extra lame
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝. ♤ ♤ ♤
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Yasmin | Luna | Benji
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Spike}

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The morning rays had filtered in through the dark curtains, casting about beams of light to illuminate the apartment. Particles danced between the streams of light, refusing to touch the ground lest their dance come to an end. Jin had all night, and early morning, to watch and ponder, sketch and drink before doing it all over again. Sleep refusing to come as easily as it would to most.

He never truly found sleep to be obtainable, especially with his reunion looming over him. It wasn't something that he would normally allow to take up that much space in his head. Yet here he was with less than three hours til his flight took off with bags packed and ready and bags under his eyes. Metaphorically. Jin prided himself on his skincare regime. Thank you Rome. However, the black sheep of the Tak family was not looking forward to being shoved in a hotel with people who didn't matter to him. They didn't then, why would that have changed?

OK, not everyone. There were choice few, _{'Luna and Yas, Spike and Benji...'} memories of their faces and stupid antics crossed his mind and he couldn't stop the goofy grin slowly spreading across his face. With a heavy sigh he grabbed his bags, simple and minimal, and took off down to the Uber waiting to take him to the airport.

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Most of the flight was spent failing to get any sleep while wedged between two overly perspiring gentlemen who looked like the poster "dudes" for red flags. Constantly being pestered about "What did he do for a living?" "Got any tips?" "How much would __ tattoo cost me? Could you do it cheaper?" It was frustratingly annoying to have to listen to it in his shop, but at least there he could kick them out. No, here he was stuck. Thankfully, after answering their questions in simple one worded Korean responses they laid off the incessant barrage of questions. So, Jin fished out his sketchbook and began to work on some designs he was fiddling with based on Spike's comics. An idea that they had tossed around back and forth about whether or not they could incorporate Spike's genius ideas for characters and concepts with Jin's talent for putting it in ink. Er, bodily art ink that is.

After completing yet another piece he pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures, opting to send 'em to the comic creator in question.

To: Spike-Meister
take a look at some of the ideas been playin with
in the air should be landing soon... be honest how bad is the turn out?

Slipping his phone back into his bag Jin went back to doodling some nonsense as he waited for the ever approaching landing.

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He made it to the hotel without any hiccups. Checking in was a breeze, not like any hospitality in New York he was used to, and off to his room he had gone. Jin enjoyed the serenity of the space. Modern with a touch of minimalist. It was nice. Too nice almost... he was going to have fun ruining it. Or at least ruining something in it. He was there to have a good time. Relax. Enjoy himself and the company of others. Might as well go all out. Before heading out to explore what the hotel had to offer up the alumni there he showered; making sure to really, really take his time. There was no need to rush. It was still early enough that others would still be arriving. Not like there was an itinerary planned for this trip.

After dressing in a simple matte black blazer paired with a white jumper and narrow fit black denim he decided he was just going to wander and take everything in. Grabbing his "fancy" black snap-back, along with his essentials, he was out the door of his room and roaming. _{'It wouldn't kill me to be social every now and then. Right? Meh. Why risk it?'}

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

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𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓘𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼

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_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. home | long ass drive | hotel bar
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. party now, rehab later
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝. ✟ ✟ ✟
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Benji @metanoia
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Maxi @BrutalBx}

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It had been a normal day. Wake up at the crack of dawn when the rest of Miami still slept, get a coffee, relax on the balcony sipping that sweet, sweet mug of warmth before getting annoyed with the silence and moving on to something that got her blood pumping. The quietness of the world that seeped into her bones, forming an overwhelming sense of calm wash over her irked her to no end. While others dreamed of a moment's reprieve from the hustle and bustle of their daily lives Savanna Santos could honestly say that that wasn't her. She enjoyed the chaotic nature the world had to offer. Thrived in it. And if it wasn't there then that just meant she needed to create it herself.

What would Vann be if not a master a creating chaos?

Just like every other morning before - and all the ones to follow - the stillness rubbed her the wrong way. Goosebumps rose along her skin, indicating it was time to move on. Find something else to stimulate her senses. A trip down to the beach for a quick swim was required to help her physically prepare for the nightmare that was going to be this reunion. It wasn't the best of times for the young Santos child. A lot of cliques, a lot of drama.
_{Whole lotta fun too though...,} How could she forget all the times she snuck out of class for a quickie or to purchase some weed from her favorite noncommittal? Neither things were wholly exclusive from the other. "Two for one special" Benji liked to call it. A relationship that had continued even to this day.

A needy thought arose as she dried herself off, planning to get the show on the road; literally. Pulling her phone out she quickly typed a message to her preferred west coast dealer.

To: benj 💊
ayy vato lo que pasa
im lookin' for molly you seen her

Satisfied, for now, she locked the device before tossing it back into the front seat of her bebé along with the rest of her beach-going tote. Everything needed for this weekend fiasco had already been packed up and thrown in the trunk the night before. All required scheduling had been moved around in preparation for this trip. The Miami native rolled her eyes at nothing but the memory of her mother and father urging her to take some time off from the shop and go and enjoy seeing all her old classmates. In the end the idea of being able to whore herself out to some old friends and learning new gossip won out. Besides, it's not like the venue was that far from her.

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"That far, my ass," she grumbled to no one as she emerged from her vehicle and passed along her keys to the valet. "Not a fuckin' scratch, gilipollas," Vann was way too high strung after the nearly four hours spent on the road with little to nothing in her system. She prayed that Benji was already there, somewhere, and with ample supply to put her back in balance. The thought alone was enough to get her shoulders to relax and after checking in with the woman at the front desk and them sending up her stuff she decided it was time to explore. Her first stop? The lobby's women's restroom. Vann pulled from her pocket a small baggie before laying it out on the screen of her phone - no telling how clean those counters were. Just a little something to get the party started.

In no time at all she found the bar, piano notes floating through the air and bouncing off the marbled flooring like some ominous creature waiting at the end of the hall. It wasn't so much the music that caught her attention, rather the voice attached to it. Those words and the cadence with which they sung - and sub-sequentially smacked their head - told Vann exactly who was here. _'Max.' Hazel eyes watched from the threshold, catching sight of Max snapping his fingers towards a very young little thing. Conversing with her and ordering drinks for himself.

Another round of slow melodic tunes began to fill the space around the bar as he turned his attention back to the black and whites, completely unaware to the woman sauntering up to his table and having a seat. A coquettish grin plastered on her face, "Hope some of those shots are for me, papi~"

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

𝐓𝐀𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐊𝐘𝐔

𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐊𝐘𝐔 ♤ 𝐓𝐀𝐊
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██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ Tak Jin-Kyu, second born and all around black sheep. Well, when compared to his older brother Ho-Jun. However, Jin doesn't hold that against him. It isn't his fault his parents place unrealistic expectations on their children. Being the eldest, a lot of the pressure is placed on Ho-Jun rather than on Jin, allowing him to do as he sees fit. Rebellious Tendencies and Jin go hand in hand. Originally his outlet for his rowdy and rambunctious nature was through skateboarding. When you've ground down on enough pipe and thrashed your hands and knees as much as he has in this golden city, full of the wealthy and well to - do, than you would wanna find another outlet too. That's when he found his love for art. More specifically, inking and tattooing. Always entranced by the way the lines look marking skin; creating a masterpiece from scratch to have on someone else's body forever? Kickass. He didn't trade in shredding half pipes for sitting behind a drafting table, at least not permanently. Jin is a man that likes to keep busy. It gets him outta the house when he doesn't want to be near his family - it's an "appropriate creative outlet". He's gone through his rebellious stage and swears it's come to a head; that he isn't the same person as before. Deadass liar. There are just some things that can't be so easily outgrown. Jin is a very personable and charismatic person and people are drawn to him because of it. However, he is an asshole and that isn't something he hides. His rowdiness has mellowed out and has instead switched gears into a more nonchalant phase. One where he almost seems impassive or just indifferent about things. In reality this boy cares. Just about things that interest him. If you aren't one of those things then... yeesh. Deuces. Though he's got a less than spotless record, Jin is nothing if not generous. Just ask any of his past lovers. On that don't bother asking them if he was long term material or not. They'll say he wasn't isn't. That isn't anything negative to say about how he lavishly showers his friends and lovers, hell even random strangers, with gifts. Typically buying rounds at the bar or hosting parties with the cabinets stocked to the brim with the goods. Though it is in those moments that he feels more like an outsider than one of the gang. As of late, he would rather sit on the balcony, smoking, sipping his drink and watch the lights of the city than to partake in the party shenanigans just a few meters away. His new nonchalance helps in staving away unwanted company. Jin is the bad influence. Not matter how generous he seems. The devil comes disguised as everything you could ever want, right? He enjoys things that take him out of his reality and gives him a reprieve of his mental demons. So, music, skateboarding, getting a new tattoos and some innocent tagging here and there - it's all a welcomed reprieve for him. Though he would be remiss to say that he isn't looking for someone who could make it all worth it...⌟ ██████████████████████ 𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬   𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬 ⌜ ⚬ @jinchuriki ⚬ Works at a tattoo shop; the gallery | co-owner ⚬ Drinking till he’s on the floor passed out ⚬ Rebel without a cause ⚬ Rough sex anyone? ⚬ Finds himself wandering, no destination in mind ⚬ Scars all over his body a lot of them from skateboarding | a lot of them from stupid fights ⚬ Surprisingly cat-like ⚬ Enjoys physical activities | boxing & skateboarding ⚬ Sketchbooks filled to the brim ⚬ Messy workspace | Clean living space ⚬ Enjoys home cooked meals ⚬ Has a record with quite a few misdemeanors | tagging; possession; assault ⚬ He is the second son of a hospitality conglomerate | that wasn't what he wanted ⚬ Thinking about getting a cat he found at the local shelter | would absolutely name him ryuuk ⚬ top songs atm; playground by bea miller & sleep by call me karizma ⌟

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Savanna Santos

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 ✟ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐒
^{_{𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰}}

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	Priscilla Huggins Ortiz | #e7b59d ████████████████████████ 𝐓 𝐡 𝐞 𝐁 𝐚 𝐬 𝐢 𝐜 𝐬   𝐓 𝐡 𝐞 𝐁 𝐚 𝐬 𝐢 𝐜 𝐬 ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐁 ⌟ 27 | December 3rd ⌜ 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ F | She/Her ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐓 𝐔 𝐒 ⌟ Bisexual | It's Complicated ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Grease Monkey | Model ⌜ 𝐀 𝐃 𝐃 𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 ⌟ 900 Biscayne Blvd 1105, Brickell, Florida 33132

𝐀 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 ✟ 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐄
^{_{𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵}}

𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 ✟ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘
^{_{𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ✟ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
^{_{𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓪}}

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██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ Saint Vann, the savior of the downtrodden and destitute. Residential wild child and black sheep of the Santos family. With a zest for life and a curiosity level that is unlike her numerous siblings, Vann is the poster child for "just go with it". A perfect combination of laid back and boisterous. Though she struggles to wear serious and caution as badges, there are rare moments where it shine through and Vann can behave herself. Should the situation call for it. She would much rather be living it up than acting mature. Growing up in a large family does that to a kid. Always gotta go with the flow of the people around, never one to have the attention on you for very long lest you come off as selfish. To Vann though, she realized that having a little bit of that attention focused solely on herself wasn't half bad. Regardless of the type. That was when she discovered and experimented with anything she could get her greased stained hands on. She fears the thought of being content with becoming a sheep among the masses. Of living a humdrum life with nothing to show for it. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Vann will not be that person. An 'irritating attention-seeker when she wants it bad enough' if one were to know her well enough. Not so holy of a saint is she. Vann is reckless and impatient; especially if things are not up to her speed and often tends to get bored which leads her to take unnecessary risks in order to keep that wild streak running. Not always does it affect only her... Who would have believed that Saint Vann is a ticking time bomb? Surprisingly quite a few people. Push her past her breaking point and no one is safe from that barbed tongue of hers. No one is off limits and feelings spared is a cop-out to be true to the nasty self she truly is. Pair that with any substance in her system and there is hardly anything to do but let her run her course. ⌟ ██████████████████████ 𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬   𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬 ⌜ ⚬ @saintvann | across all social media ⚬ Works at a garage for the elites and their vehicles part time | family owned and operated ⚬ Models with said vehicles | why not? they're paying ⚬ Races on weekends ⚬ B rated horror films are the best ⚬ Boris ⚬ Not afraid to try new things | water related activities are her favorite; pack your swimsuits ⚬ Adrenaline junkie ⚬ A deep love for cars ⚬ Smell of gasoline & burning rubber ⚬ The loudest one at the party ⚬ Smoking weed when things get too heavy | Anything to keep the party going ⚬ Found at the garage with a bag of sour candy ⚬ Unable to sit still ⚬ Sun tanning pool side ⚬ One night stands give her strength ⚬ Drive fast, take chances ⚬ 2 wild 2 tame ⚬ Always has music playing from her headphones | Merengue ⚬ Cleans furiously when emotions run high | prefers citrus smells ⚬ Finds the stillness of the world odd ⚬ She can’t stop herself from reacting before she thinks things through... ⚬ top songs atm; Sex & Candy by UNIONS & Maybe, Tennessee by Bayside ⌟

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

i changed his color since there is a lot of greens already 😬😬😬

𝐓𝐀𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐊𝐘𝐔

𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐊𝐘𝐔 ♤ 𝐓𝐀𝐊
^{_{𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽}}

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𝐀 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 ♤ 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐄
^{_{𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}}

𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 ♤ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘
^{_{𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓶}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
^{_{𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭}}

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██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ Tak Jin-Kyu, second born and all around black sheep. Well, when compared to his older brother Ho-Jun. However, Jin doesn't hold that against him. It isn't his fault his parents place unrealistic expectations on their children. Being the eldest, a lot of the pressure is placed on Ho-Jun rather than on Jin, allowing him to do as he sees fit. Rebellious Tendencies and Jin go hand in hand. Originally his outlet for his rowdy and rambunctious nature was through skateboarding. When you've ground down on enough pipe and thrashed your hands and knees as much as he has in this golden city, full of the wealthy and well to - do, than you would wanna find another outlet too. That's when he found his love for art. More specifically, inking and tattooing. Always entranced by the way the lines look marking skin; creating a masterpiece from scratch to have on someone else's body forever? Kickass. He didn't trade in shredding half pipes for sitting behind a drafting table, at least not permanently. Jin is a man that likes to keep busy. It gets him outta the house when he doesn't want to be near his family - it's an "appropriate creative outlet". He's gone through his rebellious stage and swears it's come to a head; that he isn't the same person as before. Deadass liar. There are just some things that can't be so easily outgrown. Jin is a very personable and charismatic person and people are drawn to him because of it. However, he is an asshole and that isn't something he hides. His rowdiness has mellowed out and has instead switched gears into a more nonchalant phase. One where he almost seems impassive or just indifferent about things. In reality this boy cares. Just about things that interest him. If you aren't one of those things then... yeesh. Deuces. Though he's got a less than spotless record, Jin is nothing if not generous. Just ask any of his past lovers. On that don't bother asking them if he was long term material or not. They'll say he wasn't isn't. That isn't anything negative to say about how he lavishly showers his friends and lovers, hell even random strangers, with gifts. Typically buying rounds at the bar or hosting parties with the cabinets stocked to the brim with the goods. Though it is in those moments that he feels more like an outsider than one of the gang. As of late, he would rather sit on the balcony, smoking, sipping his drink and watch the lights of the city than to partake in the party shenanigans just a few meters away. His new nonchalance helps in staving away unwanted company. Jin is the bad influence. Not matter how generous he seems. The devil comes disguised as everything you could ever want, right? He enjoys things that take him out of his reality and gives him a reprieve of his mental demons. So, music, skateboarding, getting a new tattoos and some innocent tagging here and there - it's all a welcomed reprieve for him. Though he would be remiss to say that he isn't looking for someone who could make it all worth it...⌟ ██████████████████████ 𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬   𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬 ⌜ ⚬ @jinchuriki ⚬ Works at a tattoo shop; the gallery | co-owner ⚬ Drinking till he’s on the floor passed out ⚬ Rebel without a cause ⚬ Rough sex anyone? ⚬ Finds himself wandering, no destination in mind ⚬ Scars all over his body a lot of them from skateboarding | a lot of them from stupid fights ⚬ Surprisingly cat-like ⚬ Enjoys physical activities | boxing & skateboarding ⚬ Sketchbooks filled to the brim ⚬ Messy workspace | Clean living space ⚬ Enjoys home cooked meals ⚬ Has a record with quite a few misdemeanors | tagging; possession; assault ⚬ top songs atm; playground by bea miller & sleep by call me karizma ⌟

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

@Venus

Savanna Santos

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 ✟ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐒
^{_{𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰}}

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	Priscilla Huggins Ortiz | #e7b59d ████████████████████████ 𝐓 𝐡 𝐞 𝐁 𝐚 𝐬 𝐢 𝐜 𝐬   𝐓 𝐡 𝐞 𝐁 𝐚 𝐬 𝐢 𝐜 𝐬 ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐁 ⌟ 27 | December 3rd ⌜ 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ F | She/Her ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐓 𝐔 𝐒 ⌟ Bisexual | It's Complicated ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Grease Monkey | Model ⌜ 𝐀 𝐃 𝐃 𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 ⌟ 900 Biscayne Blvd 1105, Brickell, Florida 33132

𝐀 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 ✟ 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐄
^{_{𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵}}

𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 ✟ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘
^{_{𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽}}

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████████████████████ 𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬   𝐕 𝐢 𝐫 𝐭 𝐮 𝐞 𝐬 ⌜ 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 & 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 & 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝⌟	▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅	████████████████████ 𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬   𝐕 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 𝐬 ⌜ 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 & 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 ⌟

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ✟ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
^{_{𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓪}}

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██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ Saint Vann, the savior of the downtrodden and destitute. Residential wild child and black sheep of the Santos family. With a zest for life and a curiosity level that is unlike her numerous siblings, Vann is the poster child for "just go with it". A perfect combination of laid back and boisterous. Though she struggles to wear serious and caution as badges, there are rare moments where it shine through and Vann can behave herself. Should the situation call for it. She would much rather be living it up than acting mature. Growing up in a large family does that to a kid. Always gotta go with the flow of the people around, never one to have the attention on you for very long lest you come off as selfish. To Vann though, she realized that having a little bit of that attention focused solely on herself wasn't half bad. Regardless of the type. That was when she discovered and experimented with anything she could get her greased stained hands on. She fears the thought of being content with becoming a sheep among the masses. Of living a humdrum life with nothing to show for it. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Vann will not be that person. An 'irritating attention-seeker when she wants it bad enough' if one were to know her well enough. Not so holy of a saint is she. Vann is reckless and impatient; especially if things are not up to her speed and often tends to get bored which leads her to take unnecessary risks in order to keep that wild streak running. Not always does it affect only her... Who would have believed that Saint Vann is a ticking time bomb? Surprisingly quite a few people. Push her past her breaking point and no one is safe from that barbed tongue of hers. No one is off limits and feelings spared is a cop-out to be true to the nasty self she truly is. Pair that with any substance in her system and there is hardly anything to do but let her run her course. ⌟ ██████████████████████ 𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬   𝐄 𝐱 𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐬 ⌜ ⚬ @saintvann | across all social media ⚬ Works at a garage for the elites and their vehicles part time | family owned and operated ⚬ Models with said vehicles | why not? they're paying ⚬ Races on weekends ⚬ B rated horror films are the best ⚬ Not afraid to try new things | water related activities are her favorite; pack your swimsuits ⚬ Adrenaline junkie ⚬ A deep love for cars ⚬ Smell of gasoline & burning rubber ⚬ The loudest one at the party ⚬ Sexual innuendos at most times ⚬ Smoking weed when things get too heavy | Anything to keep the party going ⚬ Found at the garage with a bag of sour candy ⚬ Unable to sit still ⚬ Sun tanning pool side ⚬ One night stands give her strength ⚬ Drive fast, take chances ⚬ 2 wild 2 tame ⚬ Always has music playing from her headphones | Merengue ⚬ Cleans furiously when emotions run high ⚬ Finds the stillness of the world odd ⚬ She can’t stop herself from reacting before she thinks things through... ⚬ top songs atm; Sex & Candy by UNIONS & Maybe, Tennessee by Bayside ⌟

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

not me wanting to steal @fledermaus 👀 this is gorgeous

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

tak jin-kyu | park sung jin | #abcd9f
savanna santos | priscilla huggins ortiz | #e7b59d
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??? | maybe another boyo - im torn DX | #779894
i should have the CSs up sometime tomorrow