I am for sure here for this :D
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@Nallore Awesome! I'll probably have a CS up sometime tomorrow afternoon :D
Hey, does this still have some room?
Seems interesting :)
Location: Driving -> The Bus Stop -> Aces High
Interacting with: | Aunt Lily | Noah |
Maggie's Outfit
Maggie hadn't ventured out of San Diego many times in her life. In fact, the farthest she'd ever gone was LA. That said, she felt that at this point, she'd seen enough of Northern California to conclude that it was basically just one giant forest. Everywhere she looked it felt like there were trees, trees, and oh, shocker, trees. She peered out the window of her aunt's Subaru as the forests hurtled by, her eyes darting all over the landscape.
"You know, you don't need to take the bus to this place. I can just drive you," Lily said, looking over at her niece. Maggie smirked. She and Lily had had this conversation a thousand times. She wanted the full camp experience, and that included the bus ride. "Lily, my mind still hasn't changed," Maggie said, earning a chuckle from Lily. "I should've known better than to even try."
Soon enough, Maggie was stepping out of the car and into the musty heat of the summer air. Her aunt helped her to unload her suitcase and hugged her goodbye. "I'm proud of you for wanting to do this Maggie. I know your mom would be too," Lily said, offering her niece a smile. Maggie returned the gesture and nodded. Once her aunt had left, Maggie turned around, camera around her neck, and began to scan the faces of everyone there.
To Maggie, it looked like there were people from all walks of life. She snapped a picture of a brother and sister, a young boy, and a couple kissing before a black limo pulled up. A boy, tall and blonde, stepped out and as it drove away he flipped it off. In a flash she captured the moment, earning the wrath of said boy. Yikes Maggie thought as he stalked off.
The bus arrived soon after, and Maggie got a seat up front. For the duration of the ride she watched the trees hurtle pass, admiring the forest. When they finally arrived at Aces High, Maggie was one of the first ones out, and she couldn't help but stare at the entrance in a sort of excited stupor. This was going to be a great summer.
After waiting for a while to receive her cabin placement, Maggie made her way to the Queen of Spades cabin, taking pictures as she walked. Waltzing in, she was shocked to see a familiar face. Noah Fairchild was a boy who went to school with her back home. He was kind of odd, but a nice kid. "Hey Noah, fancy seeing you here," Maggie said, smiling. Noah simply nodded and waved, then returned to unpacking. Typical for him. Maggie chuckled and looked around. Alright Maggie. Summer starts now.
Connor smirked as the girl, his roommate, shot off at him before introducing herself. "Alright then, Lela," he said, smiling and letting her name roll off his tongue. "And thanks. Good to know that you have a decent taste in fashion. Part of me was worried I'd be stuck with a load of heathens who couldn't tell the difference between T.J. Maxx and Louis Vuitton," he said with a light chuckle.
The cabins weren't the worst, Connor could admit that. They were rustic, but a nice sort of rustic, one that looked and felt pleasant. And so far it was only him and this very nice looking girl. If everyone is as nice to look at as she is then maybe I'll have a little bit of fun," Connor thought, smirking to himself.
He set his bag down on an empty bunk, one of the top ones, and turned to face Lela. "So did your parents make you come here or are you some sort of masochist who wanted to spend her summer in this hell?" he asked, his smirk still present, and his voice the silky smooth tone he uses whenever he's trying to charm his way into someone's life, or their pants.
Oli laughed as CR jumped in and tried to rectify Davy’s awkward, foot-in-mouth situation. ”I’d hardly describe my sister as nice, but if you have CR’s seal of approval than I’m sure you’re mostly alright,” Oli said, smirking. In truth, he had very little reservations about his sister’s love life. As long as the dude wasn’t a complete garbage can, Oli couldn’t care less. He just liked giving the boys a hard time. Before he could take CR up on that offer of pancakes, Jar walked up and greeted them. Oli waved his own silent greeting to Jar before turning to CR. ”I would love pancakes, Madi took forever getting ready so your boy here didn’t get breakfast,” he said.
“Look, man. Madi’s aight, don’t bring none of that sibling hatin’ mumbo jumbo bad juju up into my piece when we’re gettin’ ready to board. Now, I’mma go get you some pancakes, ya’all get to know each other. Oli, this is Davy. He’s from Hollywood, has a pet duck. Davy, this is Oli. He’s from Westworth and is your date’s older brother. ” his words flying as fast as ever, Christopher Robin disappeared off into the house almost as soon as he’d started speaking.
Davy stared at Oli awkwardly, wondering why his best friend had chosen to abandon him, to forsake him like that. Clearing his throat, he attempted round two. “I’m not actually from Hollywood, exactly. I’m just from LA, near Beverly Hills? I live in, uh, a house. That my mom and dad bought when they got together like a really, really long time ago, and then they made it not a sucky house. Technically, I live in the underground bunker? Dude, I suck at talking to people, I’m not even gonna lie to you. But the people who owned it before us had a fallout shelter, in case nuclear war happened, so my mom and dad converted it into, basically my own little house. It doesn’t have a stove, but it’s got everything else! Yeah. I do have a duck though, his name is Sprinkles.”
Oli grinned throughout Davy’s rambling. This kid was funny. Maybe he didn’t quite mean to be, but he still was. Plus, he sounded like a pretty cool guy. No one he knew owned a pet duck. ”A pet duck? That’s new. Me and Madi used to have a hamster, but he was kind of janky. He took a leap off of my bookshelf and after that he was never the same,” Oli said, smirking. ”You can stop freaking out by the way. You seem like a nice guy. So, Davy, what brings you to Westworth, aka the Middle of Freaking Nowhere? CR mentioned that it had something to do with a bad breakup, so I know that much.”
“So, yeah, basically? See, about a few months ago now, I had my heart ripped physically from my chest and that sucked a lot, and I just didn’t want to leave my room ever, so I kinda just stayed there for like the whole time. Until Connor and Ty had an intervention and brought all my friends over to my house and they all crowded in my room and were like ‘listen here you little shit, you need to get out and enjoy the world!’ So their suggestion was to go to Colorado, cuz they know that I like Colorado, cuz I like the snow? So we came here and I was snowboarding and still pretty depressed, and CR saw me hit a line and then rushed over and was blown away and he demanded we board one together, and I tried to weasel out of it but Ty and Connor forced me, so I was, y’know, forced. And so I did it. And then we basically immediately became best friends and here I am. I don’t even want to leave really, but alas, I have to go back eventually for New Year’s.” Davy explained, talking fast and still noticeably nervous, but perhaps a little less so. It wasn’t really the older brother of date thing that was tripping him up, in reality David was just kind of… shy as fuck.
”That’s CR for ya. He has a way of making everyone feel welcome,” Oli said with a grin, kicking around some snow with his feet. ”So what the hell is Hollywood like?” Oli asked, still smiling. He had a habit of diving from question to question, but he couldn’t help it. He loved learning new things about people, especially things that pertained to the world outside of Westworth. ”I’ve been out of this town three times, which is not nearly enough. I’m gonna move to LA when I graduate, go into acting and film. That’s my dream right there,” Oli said, casually spilling his life goal to someone who was basically a stranger. ”But seriously, Hollywood? Is it sunny all the time? The beaches are probably amazing, right? Celebrities on every corner? God damn it I want to see it all so bad!” Oli said, his grin starting to look like that of a madman.
“Alright, so yeah. It’s always sunny there, definitely. I think it was 78 degrees when we left, and that’s cold for us. Celebrities on every corner… yes and no, see, my family has a bunch of celebrities in it. Like, world famous supermodels, a few superstar musicians, and more than one or two actress, so personally, yes I get to hang out with lots of them, but GENERALLY speaking, for the people who aren’t in the ‘it’ crowd, so to speak, nah. Not really a lot of celebrities. Oh, you wanna do acting and stuff? Cool, I can hook you up with some connects — unless Madi ends up hating me and then I have to run homes with my tail between my legs… but, hey, all the girls I know say I’m secretly cute.”
It was official. Davy was Oli’s new favorite person. He was funny, nice, and he had connections with Hollywood. Oli was thrilled. ”Davy, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship,” Oli said, smiling and clapping Davy on the shoulder.
Location: Butt-Fuck Nowhere -> Hell? Looks like Hell!
Interacting with: | Mommy Dearest | Maggie | Some Rando Who Was Chilling In His Cabin @Dirty Pretty Lies |
Connor's Outfit
Connor Hollingsworth had been in California for a total of twelve hours, and he was quite certain that he hated it, and very passionately so. He and his mother had arrived late the previous evening, stayed in a hotel that Connor suspected was the last bit of luxury he'd be getting this summer, and then woken up early in the morning to drive to the bus pickup location. See, his mother didn't care quite enough to drive him to the actual camp, just enough to bring him to the bus. The drive to the bus stop had been rather...unpleasant, to say the least.
"I just think it's funny that Andy can send his fucking kid off to some conversion therapy camp, but he doesn't have the balls to see him off!" Connor had shouted at his mother, sitting across from her in a long black limo that had picked them up that morning at the hotel. His mother had pursed her lips and steeled her icy gaze on her son. "This isn't a conversion therapy camp Connor. Your father doesn't care about this phase you insist on going through," his mother said, the cold anger clear in her tone. She hated it when Connor called his dad Andy.
"First, it's not a phase, but I'll let that one slide because I don't feel the need to explain the subtle nuances of where I like to put my dick to you," "Connor!" "And second, I'd argue that Andy cares very much about my 'phase' as you call it, because he didn't ever seem to have a problem with me drinking my liver into submission until I just so happened to start screwing guys!" Connor's words hung in the air. The tension was thick. A knife wouldn't be able to penetrate the air in that limo. After what seemed like an eternity, but was really only a few moments, the driver came around and opened the door. The limo had stopped amidst their shouting, and they hadn't even noticed. Connor got out of the car, yanking his bag out with him, and slamming the limo door shut behind him. Instead of a goodbye, he offered his mother his middle finger as the limo sped away.
Click! Connor whirled around, his gaze landing on a girl, pretty with dark brown hair, and a camera held up to her face. She lowered the camera and fixed him with a stare that pierced right through him. "Sorry, I was just...you just seemed really upset...well y'know emotions..." The girl's sentence trailed off as Connor rolled his eyes. "Just keep the camera out of my face Annie Liebowitz," he said, before stalking away.
The limo had dropped him off in a dirt clearing on the edge of a forest, filled with more kids than he cared to ever see or meet. This seemed to be the last stop for the bus, which was designed to take the kids who couldn't get a ride all the way to the camp, aka Hell. After a twenty minute wait, the garish yellow bus pulled into the clearing, kicking up more dirt than Connor had ever seen in his seventeen privileged years. Grimacing, he hauled his bag to the back of the bus, where he sat with a book in hand for the duration of the drive to the camp, a scowl on his face that kept everyone else on the bus from bothering him.
When the bus lurched to a stop, Connor looked up from his book, The Great Gatsby, and looked around. After a few minutes the kids were let off the vehicle, and gathered in front of the camp. The counselors, or the people that Connor could only guess were the counselors, were standing there, waiting for them like the jury waits for the defendant. While the other kids mingled, Connor stayed silent, refusing to interact with his fellow inmates. Finally, some lady who he figured was in charge here, showed up and started handing out envelopes with cabin assignments. He was in the Hearts suit, whatever the hell that meant. He looked around for a place to go, and decided to simply walk onto the grounds. A few kids had already started, and even if it was against the rules or something, Connor wasn't scared. What were they going to do, send him home?
Connor followed some signs to his cabin, the Jack of Hearts to be exact, and waltzed on in, only to find that it was already occupied, by some random girl reading a gossip magazine. "Hey, Little Miss TigerBeat, you're in my cabin," Connor said, giving the girl a once over and letting a small smirk creep onto his face, still blissfully unaware that he'd be sharing his cabin with not one, but two other people.
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Blue's character should be on her way soon :D
Location: Home Sweet Home -> Lala and CR's Houses
Interacting with: | Eachother | Lala and the Candies @lovely complex | CR and the Elites @Universorum|
| Madi's Outfit | Oli's Outfit |
"Oli! I swear to Christ, we are not watching fucking Spongebob! We are not children!" Madison Nichols screamed at her brother, as she struggled to wrestle the tv remote out of her brother's grip. Oli held on tight though, and finally Madi surrendered to spending her morning watching the adventures of a talking sea sponge unfold with her brother. "Y'know Madi, you should really lighten up a little bit. Spongebob is fun for all ages," Oli said with a smirk, which was met with a kick in the side as retaliation. His sister was not amused.
The twins daily tiff was interrupted by the huffing and puffing of their parents as they heaved two very large suitcases down the stairs of their home. "Thanks for the help you guys!" the twins' dad said when he finally reached the living room. The duo looked up at their parents. Oliver offered up a hearty, "You're welcome!" earning him an eye roll from his dad. His mom proceeded to commandeer Oli and Madi to help lug the heavy suitcases out to their dad's car, an old but well kept Cadillac. Once their parents' luggage was squared away, their parents turned to face them. "First things first. I am very sorry we're missing your guys' dance," their mom said, while their dad nodded. "Oli, take pictures for me, and make sure this Davy fellow doesn't get any ideas." "Mom! Can you not?" "Okay, sorry, sorry! Please be good, we'll be back in a week. No parties, or boys, or any hard drugs!" With her speech done, Lucy Nichols got into the passenger seat while Jameson got behind the wheel. They waved to their kids as they pulled out of the drive way, and sped out of town, off to a conference on something that neither Oli or Madi cared enough about to remember. The point was that they were home alone.
As the twins walked back into the house, their respective phones buzzed with messages from their class group chat. "Looks like the bands getting back together," Oli said, glancing over at his sister. "Fuck, I've gotta get dressed! God, could Lala not tell us we're going dress shopping like, the day before! I mean, I know I don't have one yet, but god damn!" Madi shouted as she bolted upstairs to her room to get ready.
Oli on the other hand simply chuckled at his sister's words and meandered to his room to get ready for a day of boarding. He packed a bag with all the gear he'd need. His board would be waiting for him in the garage, so that was covered. Once he was prepped, he strolled down the hall to Madi's room and knocked. Madi swung the door open violently as she ripped a brush through her hair. "Wait! Why the hell are you wearing your boarding jacket? You're not going with CR!" Madi shouted. "Madi, my dance clothes are already picked out, thank you very much. You can't say the same." "Exactly! I need you to help! You're my gay brother, the least you could do is offer me fashion advice!" "Okay so first, that was homophobic, two, there will be loads of girls there who are far better than I am at women's fashion, and three, I want to get to know this guy who asked you to the dance. What's his name, David? Davis?" Oli said, waltzing into Madi's room and taking a seat on her bed. "It's Davy! And he's very nice, and very cute, so don't scare him away you skeez!" Oli laughed and Madi shook her head before finally setting her brush down. "Okay let's go, I'll do makeup in the car!"
After a short drive in which Madi had applied very minimal makeup, the twins got out of the car. Madi strutted up to Lala's, knocking on the door as she opened it. "Knock, knock!" Madi called as she walked into the kitchen. Her eyes scanned the room, seeing some of the LA Crew, most of whom she'd met, though only pretty briefly. She gravitated towards Lala, offering up a slight smile. "Looks like you're having a relaxing morning," Madi said, looking around at the chaos of the Elites and the Candies.
Oli on the other hand, strolled up to CR's home, him and Davy chilling in the front yard. Work had kept him from meeting CR's friends from the west coast, but he'd seen enough pictures to piece together who was who. "Hey CR!" Oli said, waving to his friend before turning to Davy. "And you are the boy who's taking my sister to the dance, right? Davy? I'm Oliver, but everyone calls me Oli," he said, reaching out to shake Davy's hand.
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