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In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @smarty0114 & @Universorum collab
Featuring: Katie “What The Fuck” Callaghan & Scott “When Did He Get That Hot?” Lyon
Location: Katie’s Room -> School


Katie sat up in bed, her hair a mess, her face bare, her eyes half shut from exhaustion. She groaned and swung her feet out of bed, stepping into her bathroom and turning the shower on and letting it heat up. When it was finally steaming, she stepped in, and let the hot water run over her body, and slowly begin to pull her from the realm of sleep.

Once her shower routine was done, Katie got out, toweled herself off, and went over to her vanity, where she began her makeup. She thought back to last night, on the boat with Scott. Something had switched there. Clicked. She wasn’t quite sure what, but something had been different last night. Even if he was being a creepy perv, per usual, she found it almost endearing now. What the fuck was happening to her?

Katie’s morning passed in a haze. She ate breakfast, and Jamie eventually came down to drive them to school. Before she knew it, they were parked, and Katie was walking in, along with what felt like a million faceless students. God this was a big school.

Once she was in the halls, she saw him, almost instantly. Scott Lyon. Jesus fuck. Had he always been that hot? The jawline? The hat? The light dusting of scruff on his chin? She strutted up to him, tongue in cheek, and watched as his friends quieted down, awed by her arrival. “Hey, so, can we talk? Like, privately?” she asked, looking up at Scott, her face a mixture of emotions, embarrassment chief among them, followed by a healthy dose of annoyance, confusion, and maybe some lust.

Scott was more than surprised when Katie approached him, rather than yelling at him from across the hall. That she did it in front of his friends made it even more impressive. When she spoke to him in a voice that was almost shy, Scott had no idea what to say. The night before, on the ship… it was different. Scott wouldn’t deny that. It was different than any interaction they’d had before, and perhaps any interaction they’d have in the future. They were nice to each other there. Could it continue now? Staying true to himself, Scott had to believe that it couldn’t. Their… whatever they had ran too deep. Not arguing would be almost inhuman.

But, Scott had to stay true to himself; and he did want to talk to her. He did want to be alone with her again. Maybe they could manage if they were alone. Was that what sparked it? Outside pressure? “Uhm, yes. Sure. Where?” Scott asked, gesturing for her to lead the way to their haven.

Wringing her hands together like some sort of neurotic, recent release from the Looney Bin, Katie walked across the hall to an empty room, looking back to make sure Scott was following. Once inside, Katie turned, and waited for Scott to close the door, before blurting out, “I love you!” What was that? Love? Scott? Really? Only it felt so right. It just...made sense. Like an instinct she had, something she knew she had to do. For some reason, her loving Scott, it was a fact of life.

Scott shut the door behind him, and then as soon as he turned around, Katie blurted something at her that he thought he’d never hear. It felt like music to his ears, though, and Scott felt his heart and pride soar as he nodded, “I love you too!” A pause. “I really do. I love you, Katie Callaghan. I don’t know how or why I didn’t see it before” He took a daring step forward, “You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re funny. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

So what did she do next? The only rational option. She kissed him. A real, passionate, intense kiss. Time froze as they melded together, pushed into each other, until finally, Katie pulled away to take in some air. Only, when she looked back, Scott wasn’t there. In his place was Noah, drunk and stumbling around. Katie’s face scrunched up in confusion, until Noah was replaced by a shark, flopping around on the floor, snapping at her feet.



Shrieking, Katie sat up in bed, her forehead drenched in a cold sweat. She looked around frantically, confused by her sudden change in surroundings. It took her a moment to realize...she’d been dreaming. “Holy fuck,” she muttered, before stepping out of bed and shuffling into the bathroom, squinting as she passed by her window, which already had sunlight streaming in.

In the bathroom, Katie hunched over her sink, splashing her face with water. She looked up into the mirror, and shook her head.

“What the fuck is up with you, Katie?”
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wyatt & True
Collab with @Lovely Complex
A special room on the boat




If she knew there was a room like this, True wouldn’t have stolen other people’s clothes. Dropping the backpack and shoes on the ground, right near the entrance, her innocent mouth agape, True tread slowly into the dungeon inspired room. If you wanted to find out the Helmsleys had kinks, this was not the way to find out. Truly Bliss could not put a name to any of these things like the St. Andrew’s cross or the spanking bench. There was a cage, ankle cuffs, plenty of discipline weapons, and a section with a large display of costumes. Weird. Why did Ryan and Adelaide Helmsley need any of these things? Unless there was an animal they needed to tame.

As she made her way to the costumes, her hands glided over the tools, that she had no idea was used to give pain and pleasure to someone. She’d have to ask her brother later about all these things. What intrigued her the most was the throne, all these other devices in the red light dungeon she could care less about. The throne, she knew exactly what it was, and wanted to sit on it. But first, she had to look at her disguise selection.

A police… a nurse… a nun… a cat… a maid… a cheerleading outfit that said daddy on the top… leather… more leather…. True decided to try on the naughty schoolgirl outfit that had green, which she thought would look best with her red hair. The little freshman had no idea all the outfits were designed for a red haired woman. Adelaide was after all Irish and her signature mark was her gorgeous, long red hair. Quickly, she threw off her sweater, unbuttoned her blouse, pulled down her knee length skirt, and tried to see if the outfit would fit her. Luckily for her, the mistress of the boat fitted her costumes a size smaller so that her boobs would ooze out of them, for True, though, the Miss Behave outfit fit perfectly. Okay, maybe it was a little big in the boob area, because True’s boobs were still coming in, but still! It was leather at the top and leather snuggled against the body. No one would notice it was slightly bigger than her tiny frame.

Checking the mirror, True blushed with how different she looked. This was something she’d never be caught dead wearing! Why would someone wear something like this anyways?! It was really revealing and like not exactly accurate to actual school girl uniforms. This didn’t make sense! And yet, she liked seeing herself in it. This was a good different. Taking off her glasses, True stepped closer to see her face. Absentmindedly, she placed her glasses to the side and decided she should give herself pigtails. Fortunately, there were plenty of hair accessories and jewelry by the vanity. Humming to herself a tune, True did her hair, having to squint here and there to make sure there wasn’t any unnecessary bumps.

Ah-hah! Perfect.

Okay, now she was ready for the throne.

Wyatt had been on a journey. He’d been all over the boat, searching for his mysterious red head. After scowering the party, he finally found himself below deck, but still, no redhead in sight. Well, not the one he wanted at least.

As he searched below deck, the curly haired stoner found a door, slightly ajar, red light pouring out. Curious, he poked his head in, to see True, atop a throne, dressed in some school girl outfit, surrounded by sex toys. Okay. This was unexpected, though surprisingly to Wyatt, not unwanted. Maybe it was the weed, but he was kinda into the outfit.

For a moment, a long moment, True forgot what she was originally doing. She was supposed to disguise herself so that she could hide from — Shit! How did he find her?! Her blush seared through her cheeks, she needed to think fast. To continue to hide? Or to pretend? Even if she hid, she had no idea where there was a guaranteed safe zone, so instead, trying her best not to squint her eyes at her crush, she cooly said, “Good evening, Mr. Durand, I’ve been expecting you.” Okay, she’d just go with a meme and see where that takes her. Maybe she’ll be able to slip past him again.

A game of cat and mouse!

But for now… to add to her game of pretend, she lifted her right leg and brought it over her left. Long, nice, slender, out for display, with nylon to tease. She was the villain in their story, muahahahaha! Did she have any idea what she was doing? Nope! However, she’d act like she wasn’t going in this blind; like she knew she was the boss (when really she was just an innocent lamb).

Wyatt chuckled a little bit. Was she legit? This night was slowly getting crazier and crazier, but thanks to the high levels of THC in his bloodstream and a general lack of impulse control, Wyatt rolled with it. What was the worst that could happen. He sheepishly stepped into the red room, shutting the door behind him and running a slender hand through his mop of dark hair. “Uh, hey,” he said, his face heating up with embarrassment. Wyatt was never a womanizer, always steering away from cheesy one liners, going for a more awkward approach. It worked, I mean most of the time. Wyatt hadn’t been tied down in some time, but he’d been around the block more than once.

How was she supposed to respond to that?! If she moved from the throne, she would lose power in the situation. The throne was her safe zone, she decided. Crossing her arms, almost expectantly, she carefully watched her crush, at least to the best of her capabilities since she was kind of, sort of… blind. “I wasn’t really expecting you.” Truth. Yeah, she was hiding from him but she didn’t expect he’d find her, in this red dungeon. What were the chances? “I will, however, grant you permission to see me.” A mischievous smile appeared on her face. “So tell me, do you like what you see?” Wowzer. Where was all this coming from? The magical attributes of this throne were uncanny.

Wyatt grinned, strolling across the room. This girl was different than the one he’d met earlier, he could tell. She was more...confident? Empowered? It was strange. Maybe that was just the weed talking. “It’s dope,” he said, before pulling the note out of his back pocket, and holding it up. “So, I’m guessing you wrote this?” he asked, somewhat sheepishly, afraid that he was very, very wrong.

Raising her hands up as if he caught her red handed, True batted her eyes and giggled, “I don’t kiss and tell, Wyatt.” Her eyes said yes, that was me, but her words contradicted her expressions. He could decide if she wrote it or not. She liked this game. “Why do you think it’s me?” She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, while her elbow rested on her leg. “That’s a huge assumption.”

Toying with her crush was fun. Why didn’t she do this before?

Oh. He hadn’t been expecting that. “Well, you told me I had a pretty face earlier today, so like, it made the most sense,” Wyatt said, smiling nervously and glancing to the floor then back to True’s eyes. He wasn’t used to this, flirting. He couldn’t have made that answer seem coy even if he’d wanted to.

Deciding to relinquish her power, realizing how uneasy he seemed, True stood up and skipped her way to her husband, breaking the distance between them. She wasn’t even drunk. She wasn’t even high. She wasn’t even ready.

Was she ever ready?

And yet, the stalker in her wanted to look at her love, face to face, for what felt like the first time, ever. “You do have a pretty face.” She admitted again, before clasping her hands together and cutesly swaying her body from side to side, while she stayed in position. “But, what if someone else likes you?”

She didn’t deny or agree.

After a brief moment of silence, Truly Bliss allowed herself to come to a stop, as she looked up at him, rather seductively, unintentionally, and teased, “Is it smart for you to put all your eggs in one basket?”

Wyatt screwed up his face in confusion. Eggs? What eggs? “I don’t know anything about eggs or anything, but like, you like me and I think that’s cool and like we should do something about it,” Wyatt said, grinning. Realizing that he should do something cute, he suddenly grabbed one of her hands with his. Good move.

As simple as hand holding was for True, this gave her an explosion of emotions. His aura was like elixir and she wanted more. She didn’t understand how one boy could flood her mind to this point, and to her, he was perfect. He was exactly what she needed.

Wyatt was adorable. Active and lived in the moment. Loved dogs. She would know, she had pictures of him with dogs. His favorite chips were doritos. Nacho cheese, spicy nacho, salsa verde, tapatío, cool ranch, supreme cheddar, jacked ranch-dipped hot wings! DORITOS everyday. Rain or shine. He loved doritos. He was in the film club, which wasn’t a very big club. It was led by Henry Green, it had her best friend, Kit Thomas in it (though, fairly new), and one other familiar face: Riley Wells (also a new attendee). For the most part, it was him and Henry, eating snacks and watching films. An unspoken bond, where they both shared a love for movies. She could tell that the bond was there.

Wyatt was a boy that valued his friendships. He spent a lot of time with his friends, like played video games in the student lounge with them, skated with them, smoked with them… he freaked out when there were creepy crawlers and made faces when his friends challenged him to eat sour shit, when he didn’t like sour shit. If he had a book near him, he was usually sleeping on top of it, rather than reading it, and forget about math. He’d rather not do his homework than touch it.

She loved him.

Even so, there was a part of her that hesitated. The part of her that wasn’t ready to say, I do. The part of her that liked staying in the shadows and learning everything she can about him, before she could take the risk and say, hey, let’s make my fantasies a reality. Wyatt was genuinely a nice guy and he deserved to win everything, but was she really the prize he deserved? Was she even worth his time?

Such a simple gesture caused her confidence to deflate. Retracting her hand, bringing it to her side, True looked at her feet, her fears taking over, as she blatantly lied, “It wasn’t me. I can’t take credit for someone else’s feelings…” The shadows was where she belonged.

Wyatt’s face fell. He’d been so sure it was her, but it seemed he was very wrong. “Oh, uhm, okay. Well, sorry to bother you I guess,” Wyatt said, his eyes now glued to the floor, his hand awkwardly massaging the back of his neck as he slowly backed up towards the door. “I should get going. Secret admirer to find and all,” he explained with a nervous chuckle, before stepping out of the red room, the door closing behind him.

“Mm, yeah… I’m sure you’ll find her.” True wanted to cry. Watching him walk away was the hardest thing for her. She wanted to tell him to not go, to not leave her alone. For some reason the feeling of being alone was the scariest feeling that ever existed, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t face him and tell him how much she truly admired him. She couldn't say he was right all along. The love letter was written by her.

She just couldn’t...

What was wrong with her? Looking down at her outfit, no longer fond of it, she decided to put her old clothes back on and find a place to lay down until the party was over. Forgetting her glasses and the strangers’ clothes she stole from the game room in the red dungeon, the place she didn’t understand, True quietly left.

Feeling shitty.
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @smarty0114 & @Universorum collab
Featuring: Becca “Does It Even Work” Helmsley & Ashton “It Works” Lockhart
Location: Helmsley Family Suite


Anyone who knew Becca well, could tell that she was fuming as she watched Henry up on stage, his Korean whore hanging off of him like some glorified sex puppet. Luckily, everyone who knew Becca well was preoccupied. Bailey was smashed, Brian was MIA and Ivy was at Sofia’s. Ugh. That left her boys, the Elite, who were all off doing God knows what.

Even Becca herself didn’t quite understand why she was so perturbed by Henry’s sudden liking for Min-ho. She liked casual sex, and Henry was good at sex. Was it too much to ask that he remain single, so she could continue fucking him without strings attached?

Rolling her eyes, Becca began walking away from the stage before Henry could even finish his speech, stopping at the bar for a shot of tequila and a cocktail for the road, before heading up the stairs to her family’s personal area, near the captain’s room. She wasn’t about to soil herself in the fuckshacks down stairs.

Inside the Helmsley’s personal area, she wouldn’t find either of her siblings, or even solitude. There was someone already there: Ashton Lockhart. Ash had went up here alone after speaking with Brian. His work was done for the night, and he had no interest in spending time with the people that were going to be on the boat. However, he also didn’t have many options as far as leaving the boat went.

He’d been told by his boss that he was to be on the boat in case Brian needed help. Well, it’d been a few hours now, and Brian hadn’t needed even a single molecule of help. Ashton had just been sitting in this room, pleasantly alone, and surrounded by tons of trinkets and other things that it seemed rich people loved to display.

This included a small collection of feminine busts lining one of the walls, each laden with a necklace that seemed more expensive than the last. Ashton wasn’t very interested in them at first, but the longer he sat there, the louder they called to him. So, as the door opened for Becca to let herself in, Ashton was standing up and picking one of the necklaces up off of the bust.

Becca froze. There was a man in her room. No. Not a man. A boy. He couldn’t be any older than 17, and here he was, picking up one of her favorite, summer necklaces. Crossing her arms and cocking her head, she cleared her throat, announcing her presence. “Who the hell are you, and why the hell are you holding my necklace? You know those are Swarovski crystals right? Do you even know what those are? That was handmade in Paris, by one of the greatest jewlers in the world, and you’re just putting your grubby hands on it?”

Ash paused, and put the necklace down, back over the bust. He’d just grab it another time, he knew where it was now, and had a feel for how much it could be worth. Handmade in Paris? All he heard was ‘money, money, yeah, yeah.’ He turned around and looked over at Becca, “who the fuck are you, huh? I’m just lookin’, I can look at whatever I want.”

“Who the fuck am I? My family owns this fucking boat! Who the fuck are you?” Becca was annoyed, even more than she had been. This ass just waltzes in and acts like he owns the place, touching her necklace and speaking to her like he was more important. Becca had learned a long time ago, that no one was more important than she was, and to let people presume otherwise was a mistake.

Ashton gasped, and put a hand against his chest, looking like he’d just sinned, as he spoke. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” And then his face contorted into a sneer, “oh wait, no I’m not. I don’t give a fuck who you are, don’t be a cunt. Brian brought me up here because I don’t wanna hang out with the trash he invited onto this shithole.” Ashton snapped back, flipping her the bird. “You got a problem with it? Talk to that motherfucker.”

Who the fuck was this guy? No one talked to her like this! No one! “Oh my! I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were mentally ill! I mean, you must be if you just talked to me like that,” Becca retorted, her lips pursed and her eyebrows knitted together with a mixture of annoyance and intrigue. He’d peaked her interest.

Ash rolled his eyes and flicked his hand to dismiss her claims. “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess you’re not used to seeing someone not quake and fuckin’ quiver because your last name is Helmsley. I don’t give a shit who you are.” Ashton glowered in her direction, taking a step further. “You are just another rich asshole in a long, unending line of rich assholes.”

Becca stepped closer to the guy, smirking. “Nailed it. Money makes the world go round, friend. You, are a poor asshole, which means I, the rich asshole, have a lot more going for me.” She cocked her head, and chuckled at the absurdity of the situation, before taking a seat on one of the chaises that were in the suite. “Do you steal every girl’s jewelry when you first meet them, or just the pretty ones?” Becca inquired, taking a sip from her cup.

“I ain't your friend, so don't start with that shit. Rich or not, you're still an asshole.” Ashton said in protest, “Uh, I don't see a pretty girl around here. Do you? I'm just robbing some annoying bitch. Plus, I put it back. Get off my dick.” Ashton snapped. If he wanted to lift stuff from these people, he would. And he did, too, there was a pair of earrings already sitting in his pocket.

Becca laughed. She had this way of going from hostility to amiability at the drop of a hat. It was scary sometimes, how easy she could flick the switch. As rude as this boy was, he was refreshingly uninterested in her, or her money. As self centered as she was, sometimes it was nice to have someone who didn’t care about what your last name was. “Get off your dick? You do realize that you’re on my boat, in my private suite, right? God, all you “bad boys” like to act the same. Just talk to me about your daddy issues so we can fuck and get it out of the way.”

Ashton didn’t have any daddy issues, who did this chick think she was? He shook his head and rolled his eyes, “I think if either of us have daddy issues, it’s the girl tryna get some random dude to fuck her. I’m not a bad boy, either, what are you on about? You wish you had someone like me around all the time. But you don’t, so you get the chance and you try and be all coy and cute, but I see through your little scheme, you ain’t foolin’ me. And it isn’t your boat, pretty sure it belongs to your daddy.” As Becca would probably learn very soon, Ashton wasn’t anything like Henry, Damian, or anyone else she normally hooked up with.

Becca rolled her eyes and laughed. He was going to drag the cat and mouse thing on for as long as he could, wasn’t he? “You got me, Edward Cullen! I’m drunk and want to have sex, how nefarious of me! Why is it that all guys want someone to put out, but the minute someone does exactly that, they act like she’s the one with problems? Fucking typical. Now, you’re right, it is my daddy’s boat, as is the security team you saw when you stepped aboard. The nice thing about them is, they work for me as well. I’m gonna put this simply, so you can understand, okay? You can stay, and give me a good time, or you can be escorted out. Personally, I see no downsides to the sex part, but hey, if something doesn’t work down there, then I guess I get it,” Becca said, grinning. She’d missed this. The chase, the hunt, the inevitable reward. Maybe Henry and Min-Ho was a good thing.

She was goading him, baiting his pride. That truth was more than clear to him. “What the fuck’s an Edward Cullen?” Ashton demanded, shooting a glare in her direction. “You want me to fuck you? Fine, whatever. Happily, maybe I’ll even take out some of my anger and aggression on you, huh?” Ashton rolled his eyes, but seemed content to give her what she wanted. “Oh, and as you’ll learn, everything works just fine.”

“It better.”
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A @smarty0114 & @Silent Observer Collab
Featuring: Jamie Callaghan & Marshall Radley
Location: Near a stairway


Kit ran off to go find Shauna, and Marshall once again found himself high and alone. The crash of cold water had been sobering, but only mildly so. The theater boy’s system was not acclimated to drug use, so when he did use them, they inevitably hit very hard. This was one of those times. Marshall waded through his own thoughts as if he were traversing muddy waters. What was he doing? Jesus, he was freezing. So cold, so very, very cold.

Marshall looked down at his ruined outfit. His shiny black pants repelled most of the water, thankfully, but he could still feel the boxer briefs underneath them chafing uncomfortably with moisture. The soaked black button up shirt was clinging so tightly to his torso that practically nothing was left to the imagination. It might as well be painted on. Every gust of seabreeze sent icicles stabbing into his skin, and Marshall was pretty sure that the garment was freezing solid against his body.

He needed to get warm, and fast, lest he become hypothermic. That would be atrociously embarrassing… not to mention bad for his health! Warmth, where to find warmth? Oh, right! The people driers, Kit had mentioned people driers! Marshall tried to recall the young blonde’s directions to them, but he struggled to do so. She had said a lot of words, and his brain had apparently only absorbed so many of them in its current inebriated state. He was pretty sure that she mentioned that they were “up”, so heading towards the nearest stairwell seemed like the best way to go.

As the boat rocked, and the breeze played with his hair, Jamie Callaghan searched the boat, a smidge tipsy from the champagne, but his body warmer and his brain less muddled by the fears that would hold a more sober Jamie back. Trixie had told him to find his man, and that was what he intended to do. He’d searched the bar, searched the hot tub, and the pool, he even braved the mosh pit of a dance floor. No luck.

The journalist was just about to give up, until he rounded a corner and walked straight into the one and only, Marshall Radley, who was soaking wet. Jamie stammered, struggling to get the right words out. He’d been expecting to find Marshall somewhere where that he’d have time to think up the right words to say. Instead here he was, at the mercy of his instincts, and those had proven rather shoddy. It didn’t help that Marshall’s shirt was clinging to him so tight that there wasn’t a damn thing you couldn’t see. “You, uh, you’re wet,” Jamie said, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Really? That’s what you go with? Smooth. Idiot.

Oh god.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Marshall’s eyes blew as wide as a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. He’d thought that going hypothermic would be atrociously embarrassing, but this was approximately a million times worse. Marshall would take the hypothermia right about now. Also acting on instinct alone, Marsh did the first thing that came to mind, and immediately turned around to face the other direction, leaving his back to Jamie.

This is not how the night was supposed to go! He remembered now, the plan that he’d had. He promised Trixie that he would finally talk it all out with Jamie. It was supposed to be perfect! Marshall had gotten the full works at the salon! A wax, a facial, perfectly styled hair, a killer outfit… the works! Getting high was not in the plan, and ending up in the ocean was also not in the plan, so the plan was entirely ruined at this point.

Frantically, Marshall’s eyes darted around the boat. What was he going to do now? Run? Jump back overboard? Stand there panic-stricken like an idiot? Yeah, that seemed about right…

Jamie had been expecting a lot of things. Tears, shouting, a very well deserved slap in the face. Maybe even running away. Marshall turning around and ignoring him, however, that had been most unexpected. Confusion etched across his face, Jamie walked around Marshall, so that he was facing him again, chewing his lip as he struggled to come up with something, anything, to say. “Can we talk? About, y’know, everything?” Bam. One step in the right direction. Hopefully.

Okay, running or jumping overboard definitely weren’t in the cards. Just as Marshall had been carefully considering his options, Jamie appeared in front of him again. He didn’t immediately spin around this time, finding that there probably wouldn’t be any point in doing that. Instead, he cautiously lifted his gaze to the slightly taller boy’s face. While Marshall no doubt looked like a drowned rat, Jamie was devastatingly gorgeous as he chewed at his lip. Marsh’s eyes lingered on that freshly bitten lip for a few long moments before he brought his gaze up to meet Jamie’s.

“Uhm— ” His mouth felt as desert dry as ever. He then remembered he had a secondary quest to go get water… yet another plan that had went awry. “Yes. We’re supposed to. I mean, I made a promise that I would. So, yes.” This wasn’t going so smoothly, but it was going, at least.

Jamie took a deep breath. This was it. The moment of truth. His hands were shaking, and his voice came out softly at first, as if the words were fighting him, fearful of the outside world. Nevertheless, he spoke. “Look. I’ve liked you, like liked you, for a long time. I mean, ever since I interviewed you for the paper, and I know I’ve been awful about it. I just, I thought you and Riley were a thing, and then AJ and me have been broken up for a long time and,” Jamie had taken to rambling. He stopped himself, standing in silence for a moment, contemplating his words, before finally doing the one thing that seemed to make sense.

He moved in, grabbed Marshall’s face on both sides, and kissed him.

Everything fell away. The stress, the unspoken words, the high, the cold, his soaking wet clothing. Nothing else mattered but this moment. The feeling of Jamie’s hands against his cheeks, which were salty and wet from the ocean. His lips pressed against his own so that he could taste the salt of the sea between them. No, this night had not gone according to plan… it had gone better than Marshall could have ever imagined.

This was their fairy tale moment. The first kiss of their forever. Like the rainy kiss in The Notebook. Or the birthday kiss in Sixteen Candles. Or the iconic kissing scene in Titanic. No… this was better than any book, play, or movie that Marshall had ever experienced, because this was his. It was theirs. Fairy tale love, just like he’d always wanted. Marshall pressed deeper into the kiss. His hands went to Jamie’s waist and back, pulling him closer, forgetting about his drenched clothing for the moment, and getting Jamie’s own wet in the process. Nothing and nobody else mattered, not anymore.

Jamie had kissed a few boys in his life. AJ and a few first dates that never lead to much more, but he was firm in his belief that this, right now, was the best kiss of his young life. Maybe the best one he’d ever had. It was like his first kiss all over again, magical and sweet, and passionate, all rolled into one. The taste of the ocean, the sound of some old retro band playing in the background, everything was perfect. Finally, after what felt like forever, Jamie pulled away, grinning at Marshall like he hadn’t known what happiness was until just that moment.

“Okay?”

Marshall’s eyelids fluttered open slowly. He hadn’t even realized that he’d closed them, but somewhere along being swept up with passion, he had. And what a glorious sight that he opened his eyes to see. Jamie was utterly beaming at him, much in the way that Marshall had frequently daydreamed that he would someday. Yet it was so much better to behold in reality. So, so much better. When Jamie asked his simple, one-worded question, Marshall didn’t respond. At least not with words. He instead leaned in and planted another quick kiss on his lips.

It was just a peck, but that wasn’t nearly enough. Not once he’d already had a taste of him. As soon as Marshall tried to pull away, some gravitational force pulled him back in. His hands moved up from Jamie’s waist, to his neck. Marsh cradled just below Jamie’s ear on one side, while his other hand worked his fingers into Jamie’s gorgeous golden hair. His curls were as perfect and soft as a dream. Marshall then licked up into Jamie’s mouth in what was sure to be far too deep of a kiss for a public display of affection, but Marshall gave absolutely no fucks about it. Let the people gawk, he deserved this, he’d been waiting long enough.

Everything felt electric. His skin was practically buzzing with it, begging to be touched. What Marshall was attributing to the magic of the moment, and to love and lust and all things in between, was actually the effects of the Uber in his system. But that realization didn’t dawn on him, and it probably never would. So the kiss was just plain magical, there was no other explanation for it. When he finally had to pull away for air, Marshall wore an equally love drunk grin and returned Jamie’s beaming gaze. “Okay.”

In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Rose, Wyatt, & True
Collab with @Lovely Complex
Dining area → On the deck somewhere




Originally, Ilyana Powers, not dressed to impress, but dressed comfortably and still appealing enough for a boat party, was going to get snacks in the dining area. She stopped in her tracks when she saw two faces, one extremely familiar one and the other not so much. Both eating alone, together. With Wyatt close behind, she turned around and stopped him while he was ahead, “I lost my appetite, actually. Want to… check out the water?” Not giving him enough time to deny or accept, she led the charge to the deck. Far away from the lovebirds eating. Pulling out of her jean pocket her mother’s pendant, with swarovski crystals, a hand painted dream drop, and a clock suited for fantasy regality, Rose absentmindely circlued her right thumb on the emerald.

Unbeknownst to the two platonically close friends, which could be easily misunderstood for lovers, Truly Bliss was keeping a close eye on them and following their tracks, a few steps behind. When they ended up not going into the dining room, True poked her head to see Henry and his Asian girl stand up to go to the dance floor, since there was a shift in music due to the DJ going on break. There was a girl that stalked his trail too, like she was stalking Wyatt! That meant what she was doing was completely normal. For a moment, she thought about her and Wyatt dancing slowly on the dance floor and she leaned against the arch of the dining area with stars in her eyes. He was so dreamy even in her fantasies.

What are you doing?!

Shaking her head, snapping back to reality, she hurriedly turned around and scurried to follow the distant couple. All the while hoping that the sight was a lie. That the eye-catching blonde, who wasn’t afraid to beat to her own drum, be herself, which made her strikingly charismatic, was her fiance’s girlfriend! When they came to a sudden stop, True dived under the beer pong table — unnoticed, like a ninja. Their shoes were still in sight. Crawling under the table, she noticed a girl’s purse was placed close to her feet, by the leg of the table. Curious, True rummaged through the girl’s purse to find liquid eyeliner and napkins. A metaphorical light bulb appeared over head. Claiming these items for her own use, she crawled out from under the table, stood up, surprising the drunk people playing the game, and gave a quick reminder, “Chickadee, remember your purse is under that table,” before skipping off.

THEY WERE OUTSIDE NOW.

Wyatt had been to his fair share of parties in the last few years. Parties in houses, in warehouses, on the beach, in clubs, but this was his first party, on a yacht. The music, the colors, the drugs, everything was insane. Wyatt was already high, but he was already down to try more. Led away from the snack table by Rose, he followed her to the railing, where they stood and looked out over the ocean, a mesmerizing view for Wyatt. “Y’know, say what you will about the Helmsleys, but they know how to party,” Wyatt said, looking over at Rose.

“Yeah, you right.” Rose looked down the railing to watch the water's current. Her mind was distant, still harboring over a topic that should’ve left her mind a long time ago. She felt the urge to take action, but she didn’t know in what way. All she knew was she needed to do something or this would eat her alive. “My fam throws better bangs, though.” The Powers’ & The Bishops’ party extravaganza was in simple terms: a bunch of daredevils being reckless and stupid, getting high off thrills.

And, well, actually being high.

Tiptoeing her way to the couple, True glanced at her letter that she made with the mascara and a single napkin: You are heavenly. Go out with me? Your not-so-secret admirer. XOXO The not-so-secret part made sense to her since they were destined to be together and he did know her. Her love for him was NOT a secret. Using people as hiding places, she continued to get closer and closer, until finally, she was behind them as they enjoyed the scenery. Biting her bottom lip, the freshman slowly, very slowly, slipped the note in Wyatt’s butt pocket.

Oh my god, she touched the butt! Her heart raced when she noticed Rose’s head turn. DOOM. Quick, escape. Like a bat out of hell, she turned around booking it, having not secured her note in Wyatt’s pocket. ANOTHER DOOM.

Rose caught a glimpse of red hair bouncing off, but did not think much of it. What did intrigue her was the note falling, like a feather, from her friend’s ass to the floor. “Wyatt?” She kneeled down and picked up the napkin. Being noisy, she quickly scanned the note, which looked creepy, as if it was written by a murderer, due to the smudge of the mascara, “You pooped out a note.”

Wyatt looked over at Rose and the note she was holding, a look of confusion on his face. That couldn’t be his, right? He took the note from Rose and scanned it, a few times before he finally comprehended it. He had a secret admirer? Or as she had put it, a “not-so-secret” admirer. Who the hell could that be? Wyatt looked up at Rose, his mouth hanging open in confusion. “Yo, this is wild! I have a secret admirer!” Wyatt exclaimed.

“Who would’ve thunk?” Rose teased her oblivious friend. Tapping her finger on her chin, her eyes glinted with curiosity, “Do you have any ideas of who it might be? She, or he, said ‘not-so-secret’ so you must know them." Rose was drawing a blank. The people she could immediately think of were their immediate friend group, but no one was available besides.... “Oh! What about that girl? Gabby? Though, I could’ve sworn she was into Riff-Raff.”

Wyatt stood for a moment, face scrunched up in thought. “I didn’t think Gabby was into me, and plus she went with Raf to Dreamland tonight. Nah, it’s gotta be someone else.” Wyatt said, racking his brain for a clue to the possible identity of this mysterious somebody. “Hey who’s that freshman, with like the red hair? Really chipper?” Wyatt asked, recalling a certain incident from earlier that day. Could that freshman be the secret somebody?

“Uhhh.” Brain fart. Who was the freshman with short red hair? Rose had the face but not the name. “I couldn’t tell you, man. For some reason I feel like she knows Damian, but I could be making shit up.” Problems with being… not sober. “Maybe she’s at this party? Maybe you can ask?”

OH MY GOD, NO! They were onto her. True was not ready to face her one and only love! She had to retreat. Save a better confession for another day. Nope, nope, nope. Turning on her heel, she scurried back into the party. RUN AWAY!

“I think I just saw her.” Rose rubbed her eyes and watched a lone girl prance into the boat. “Or I’m seeing shit. Could be both. Wait a tic.” Rose narrowed her eyes, turned her head toward her friend, and locked her gaze with his, “Why was she the one you thought of???? Out of all the people you could’ve talked to, you thought of a tiny freshman you just met, like today? Don’t even know her name. Dude, this school is BIG. I doubt it’s her.”

“She said I had a pretty face earlier. And I mean, I guess I do have a pretty face, I mean I haven’t thought about it much but like it’s a good face, and so maybe she was just stating a fact, OR, she wants to like, I don’t know, make out and shit,” Wyatt said, barely even pausing to breathe. He was excited, and he had a habit of speaking far too fast when he was excited. He pulled a pre-rolled joint from his jacket pocket and lit the end, inhaling deeply before blowing out a large cloud of smoke. “The problem is, I can’t remember her name! She had a friend, though, one who was like deaf or mute or something. Bambi? Fuck, I can’t remember her name either,” Wyatt said, letting out a frustrated groan before taking another hit from the joint.

“Oh man, I think I know who you’re talking about. Freckle-faced, looks like she hasn’t eaten for days. What was her name?” After he had his hit, Rose took it upon herself to take his joint from his hand and huff in the smoke. Slowly releasing it, her mind sidetracked to a different topic, “Speaking of making out, I think I’m gonna’ try it. Tonight. See if it’s actually fun like you said. I’ve only done it one time and that’s not enough to really know how I feel about it. You dig?” She offered his joint back.

Wyatt nodded in agreement. “I recommend it. Making out is one of the few true pleasures on this earth. Right next to cinnamon waffles,” Wyatt mused, taking another puff from the joint and passing it back to Rose. Suddenly, Wyatt’s eyes went wide, the look of a sudden and important realization. “TRULY BLISS! That’s the name of the girl! The one that said the thing about my face!”

Dumbly blinking, Rose’s lips went agap before she let out a chuckle, “What a hippie name.” Makes sense why she couldn’t think of her. She only knew that girl in the form of ‘Damian’s kid sister’. “I mean, she has a point. You do have a good looking face. Wait, why were we trying to think about her again?” The creepy note was no longer on the blonde’s mind.

Wyatt held the note up, waving it around. “The note, Rose! Who wrote the note?! I’ll tell you who! Truly Bliss! I do not know how to feel!” Wyatt said, his excitement palpable. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle most of this, but damn it he’d do it like he always did. Recklessly and without a plan.

Snatching the note from him, Rose turned it around and put it inches away from his face, “YOU HAVE NO PROOF.” He did not! How did he know this freshman wrote a creepy love note?! “It looks like a serial killer wrote it!” Rose was NOT convinced. Not because she didn’t think anyone liked Wyatt, someone did, but it didn’t add up that this random girl, who, sure, yeah, complimented him earlier, gained the courage to scribble a hardly readable note, professing her love. “Prove it.”

“Okay then, I will!” Wyatt shouted, taking one, long hit from the joint before handing it to Rose for good. It was okay, he had more in his pockets. “I’m gonna find her, I’m gonna show her the note, and then we’re probably gonna like make out or something. I don’t know what you do after that part, but it’ll be cool! Probably! I’m still a bit confused!” Wyatt exclaimed, before running off into the crowd of people, hell bent on finding one particular redhead.

Rose too needed to find someone. As she watched Wyatt run off, she took another hit before flicking the joint on the ground and killing the burn with her shoe.

“DON'T SCARE THE LITTLE THING!" Rose quickly called out before he went into the depths of the party. Alone now, she tapped her pant's pocket which held the pendent.

Uh, what was it she wanted to do?

In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



A @smarty0114 & @Universorum collab
Featuring: Victoria “Trowen 5Ever” Helmsley, Ivy “Ship Sinker” Nichols & Elliot “I’m Not A Slave” Nichols
Location: Victoria’s Room


“A party on a boat? They must be upset that the stupid New Year’s Party went so south. I don’t know why you’d trap yourself on a boat with the student body of Beverly Hills High. They’re all awful people, and I don’t know why my family would subject themselves to such torment. Idiots.” Victoria Helmsley was sitting cross legged in the center of the four poster bed in her massive bedroom, with her friend Ivy Nichols and her sometimes friend Elliot Nichols close by. As was the norm, Victoria was throwing handfuls of popcorn in her mouth. In this case, she was eating it from a bowl, rather than Moose Munch from a container. Buttery, freshly popped in the popcorn maker beside her bed, and lightly seasoned with Himalayan pink rock salt and a dash of black pepper.

“Almost everyone we go to school with is near… dweebish. I can’t imagine a party with them going very well… I like partying in exotic locations, meeting new people and new playmates… Not boats in the pacific bay.” Victoria twirled some of her hair around her finger, and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Tomorrow, we’ll go to school, and hear nothing about anything except for how much people hated this party and how dramatic it was and how everyone hates everyone. Nothing positive. Guaranteed.” She reached a hand out and grabbed a piece of popcorn, flinging it into the air and catching it in her mouth as it came down, before turning her attentions to Ivy, “In fact, we could check Snapchat stories now and I’m sure it’d be terrible.”

She shook her head and rolled her body to look at Elliot, “Ellie, honey, do you think you could help me with my math? Of course, by help, I mean do it for me.”

Ivy smirked as her best friend ragged on the yacht party that was currently going down, her venom a familiar experience. Ivy was well aware that Victoria didn’t care much for her cousins, or their petty politics, despite Ivy and Becca’s friendship. “Well, you aren’t wrong,” she said, handing her phone over to Victoria, a video of Katie Callaghan and Scott Lyon engaged in a heated argument playing on the screen. A typical Tuesday for them. Towards the end, Ivy could see Noah pushing through the crowd that was gathered around Katie and her mortal enemy. “Ellie, come check this out, Noah’s at a party!” Ivy shouted to her brother, despite him being only a few feet away.

Elliot looked up from his worn copy of The Great Gatsby, a look of doubt on his face. Standing up from his spot on a bean bag chair in the corner of Victoria’s room, he walked over to the girls, looking over Victoria’s shoulder at the video. “Good to see you’re rubbing off on the baby, Ivy,” Elliot said, the sarcasm thick as he rolled his eyes at his sister. “Victoria, I’m not a slave, do your own homework,” he countered, going back to his perch in the corner, and taking up his book again. This argument was a familiar one, one that often ended with Elliot losing, and Victoria getting an A.

Victoria stared down at the phone, smiling to herself. She loved when those two fought; it was always loud, and obnoxious. It often drew crowd and they never made any sense, they were just yelling simply to yell. It was either pure, unfiltered hatred, or it was confused love. It didn’t matter to her, she just enjoyed the ride watching them. Verbal tussles that didn’t break out into physical violence were her vibe, especially when she could just watch them.

“Watching them fight is fun. One day, I’d love to tell Katie thanks for making Scott so angry all the time. Truly admirable. But, that’s for another time…” She turned her attention to Elliot again, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. “You’re not a slave. I’ve just paid you with popcorn, so really you’re more of a serf, or an indentured servant. If you don’t help me I’ll fail and my mommy would cry. Do you want to make my mommy cry?”

Ivy chuckled. Watching Katie and Scott fight was one of her and Victoria’s favorite past times. The two were quite the entertainment, and getting front row as they hurled insults at each other was always a treat. Ivy had even tried to get Scott to join Drama Club, just so she could see more of the Dynamite Duo. Unfortunately, that one hadn’t worked. Scott wasn’t as susceptible to her… usual methods of persuasion, as most boys were. If you asked Ivy, he was too preoccupied by one little blonde drama queen, but that was none of her business.

Elliot looked up at Victoria and Ivy, a few strands of dark hair falling out from under his beanie and over his forehead. “California state labor laws mandate a minimum wage of eighteen dollars an hour,” Elliot quipped.

“Elliot, stop being a prick and do Vivi’s homework,” Ivy said as she fell backwards onto the bed, looking up at her phone, the epitome of what the media thought it meant to be a teenage girl in this day and age.

Elliot sighed, rolled his eyes and went over to Victoria’s desk, snatching a binder off of the surface and bringing it back to his seat. Scanning the paper he let out a groan. “Good lord, Victoria, this is child's play,” he complained, pulling out a pencil and scratching down answers on the worksheet.

“You know what else is child’s play? Getting you to do my homework so I don’t have to.” Victoria retorted, eating more popcorn with a roll of her eyes. Boys… So easy, yet so annoying sometimes. “If I were as efficient as you at doing it, I would happily do it. But I’m not. This is the best way, trust me.”

She moved closer to Ivy, now ignoring Elliot as punishment for being so snippy with her. “Do you think this is the party where someone comes back home in a body bag? I wouldn’t be surprised if it were. Tensions are running high! Although, Owen isn’t there, and he should win most likely to kill someone. If that were an award high schoolers could win. Maybe Scott or AJ can make something happen, though, those two are the rowdiest boys I’ve ever met… Pity I’m related to them. It’s a curse on both fronts — I can’t take advantage of it in the bedroom, and I’m embarrassed by it in public.”

“Maybe Katie will get Scott to calm down, soon.”

Ivy laughed, rolling her eyes. “I think Katie would do the exact opposite of calm Scott down,” Ivy said. “But, speaking of people calming down, did you hear about Damian and Joy Darling? Of all the girls at this school, she was not the one I saw him committing to. Truth be told, I was rooting for Hailey or maybe Trixie, but whatever,” Ivy said, as Elliot scoffed, but kept his comments to himself.

Victoria stared up at the ceiling as Ivy spoke. Geeze, Damian and Joy Darling? Who the fuck even was Joy Darling? Victoria had to think for a moment, before it clicked in her head. Joy was Katie’s friend; Victoria had seen her around before. Speaking technically, Joy was family, but she slipped under the radar and for all intents and purposes, she seemed completely comfortable there. As a result, Victoria had to think about who she was: nerdy, quiet, looked up to Jericho Snyder.

That was who Damian chose? Damian O’Connor, the god among men. The one who could have whoever he wanted. He picked her? “Are you kidding me? Hailey was never the play, I don’t think. Hailey likes girls more than she likes boys — I have that on excellent authority. Trixie… Trixie should still be with Owen, in my opinion. But anyway… didn’t Hailey get a Korean or something?”

“Trixie can do so much better than Owen! Have you seen her? And have you seen him? Not to mention, once a cheater always a cheater. I should know,” Ivy said, smirking at the end as she recalled the many relationships that had ended because someone’s boyfriend couldn’t keep it in their pants. Oh memories. “The Korean thing is true. Becca told me about it the other day. Apparently she was Henry’s drug dealer, and now she’s Hailey’s sex slave or something. Good for her, we could all use a Korean in our lives,” Ivy said, hopping off the bed and strutting over to the popper, and scooping herself up a bag of popcorn. “Elliot, when are you gonna get yourself laid so me and Vi can talk about that?”

Elliot looked up from Victoria’s homework, arching an eyebrow, as if he was waiting for Ivy to answer her own question. “Unlike you Ivy, some of us don’t need to be constantly seeking the attention of others,” he said, going back to Victoria’s worksheet.

Ivy rolled her eyes and returned to the bed. “Oh what the hell!” Ivy exclaimed, after looking at her phone for a moment. “Vic they have a fucking liquor fountain! Like a soda fountain, for liquor! Remind me to never skip a Helmsley party again, no matter the dweebishness of those attending.”

“We probably have one of those on the estate… I’ll find it later. I want to talk about Owen and Trixie more.” Victoria straightened herself up, and — in a shocking display of seriousness — sat aside her bowl of popcorn. This slight against a Lyon was a slight against herself, and Victoria would not stand for it. “Owen is a very handsome young man who comes from a very nice family. He made a big mistake cheating on Trixie, yes, but come on. Trixie’s attractive, but I don’t think she could do better than him. He spoiled her.”

“So you’re telling me, that if a boy who was, of average attractiveness, with serious anger issues, treated you well, and by well I mean he did what is expected of any boyfriend, but cheated on you with some floozy, you’d take him back? Trixie could have any boy she wanted. Breaking up with Owen was probably great for her. Who wants to be tied down to the same person for that long anyway,” Ivy argued. Plenty of people would shy away from confrontation with someone as powerful as Victoria, but Ivy had long ago decided that she didn’t give nearly enough fucks to hold her tongue.

“I don’t think Owen is of average attractiveness, and I don’t think he had serious anger issues before all this stuff happened, but let’s talk about Trixie for a moment. She could have any boy she wanted, sure, for a night. She was lucky to have Owen stay by her side as long as he did, but Trixie grew from a wide-eyed girl-next-door to a demon queen bitch over the course of their relationship. Not to mention, she’s always been a wild ball of emotions. If Owen’s got anger problems, then so does she. She can flip from happy to sad to ballistic at the drop of a coin. Nobody would date her for very long, not with the state she’s in.” Victoria paused, leaning forward as she wagged her finger at Ivy, “but no, you’re right. Based on her looks alone — because if you ask me, as far as relationship viability goes — yes. She could have any guy she wants.”

“I like Trixie as a person, but with how wrapped up she is with Hailey, and how often she flips her script, I don’t think she’s worth dating. I’m not even remotely surprised she scared Owen off. But I think, if she split off from Hailey, fixed herself, and talked to him… yes. Maybe they could get back together. I don’t know. By the way, on your last point, not everyone is like us. Some people enjoy having a relationship and a significant other to depend on.”

“Everyone’s wrapped up in Hailey, whether they like it or not,” Ivy said matter of factly. “There’s no maybe, they’ll be back together by prom, guaranteed, unfortunately. Boring if you ask me, but then again, no one ever does,” Ivy said with an exaggerated sigh. “Y’know what’s bullshit? Joy Darling probably isn’t even putting out! And Damian is a damn good lay! That’s a damn good lay, being wasted on someone who doesn’t even appreciate it! That’s like, buying up every Vera Wang and burning them. It’s just wrong!”

At this, Victoria clicked her tongue. She gave it a thought, before nodding her agreement. “Yeah, it’s kinda awful. Maybe Damian got bored of all of us DTF preppy, cheerleader-y, top of the ladder girls, and decided he wanted a girl he could mold and groom into what he wanted? I can’t think of any other reason. Maybe he threw a dart at a board with every girl in school on it. It’s mind blowing. Do you think it’ll last? If she doesn’t put out, maybe he’ll text you.”

“Oh I hope so, it’s been too long since me and Damian got together,” Ivy said wistfully. “It’s bound to fail. Poor girl isn’t cut out for this world. I bet you Cassie or Becca get a smidge too close and she snaps,” Ivy predicted, chuckling at the thought.

“I don’t think it’s gonna be Cassie, but I could see it being Becca. Cassie… Well, I have a feeling that Ophelia might have a little crush, so that’s kinda shot. We’ll see what happens though, maybe she can make it. She best put out, though, before it’s too late.” Victoria rolled her eyes, wondering how long Damian would be able to hold out before his primal urges got the best of him. If personal experience was anything to go off of, males could not last very long.

“Poor girl, she’s barely even gonna know what hit her. Hey, did you hear about Quincy and A Double? The cutest, if you ask me. That whole fiasco last year with her and Hailey was so uncalled for. I’m glad she’s got someone to sleep with now. Plus, A Double’s cute, in a fun skater way,” Ivy said, continuing the gossip train that seemed to constantly run when she and Victoria began talking.

“Yeah, I’m glad she found her own. Trying to be Hailey? That was never her thing, I hope she learned that. Now she’s in like… the softest group in the school, it’s gotta be comfy. And… yeah, I’d kiss him. And her. Both of them together, if I could. She found a home, and hopefully she like… doesn’t leave it. Dating the skating king sounds comfy. Can you think of anyone that just dislikes him?”

Ivy shrugged. “Not anyone that I know,” Ivy said. A Double and his crew were a unique bunch. They were practically untouchable, at least for now. Everyone knew that A Double gave away weed, plus Hailey liked him, which still meant something to most of the school. “Hey, Ellie, you know Jamie right? What’s up with him and AJ?”

“No idea,” Elliot said, not even bothering to look up from his task.

Ivy rolled her eyes and turned back to ViVi. “Rumor has it that Jamie and Riley were fooling around, which is beyond wild because I was under the impression that Riley didn’t like boys, but then I saw him and Marshall talking today at school, and not just talking but talking, y’know? And then AJ walks up and macks on him. So the question I have here is, who the hell is Jamie Callaghan screwing?”

“Jamie Callaghan? Whatever guy he can get his hands on, duh du jour.” Victoria replied, shaking her head. “Jamie’s obviously just a slut for dick. And Riley? Definitely likes boys — did you see the way he was stealing glances at Brian during the morning show? There was more miring there than I’ve ever seen in my life… Riley likes boys. Loves them even. He’s just not telling anyone. Also, Marshall deserves better than Jamie, so I hope he realizes that before he makes a huge, emotionally turbulent mistake that ends in him crying.”

Victoria paused, remembering another thing that had happened recently. “Hey, did you see that video of Owen beating up those guys who were punching Jamie out?”

“Yeah, unfortunately. Let the record state, I still don’t like Owen, but that was cool of him,” Ivy said, grimacing. Owen Lyon didn’t mesh well with Ivy, she’d always been clear about that much. “I like Jamie. He wrote a glowing review of my performance last year, and as we all know, I live for that kind of praise.” Ivy grinned. “Rumor has it Trevor Wells is talking to that Savannah girl. A shame. I would’ve given anything to take that boy’s V Card.”

“Oh, really? That's bummer, I was hoping you'd get it! Those muscle bound boys are so your style. Not mine really, but hey. Everyone has their type, and yours is definitely the kind of boy that can throw you against the wall! Just pointing out that Jamie's slimey, before we her get too far, glowing reviews or none.” Victoria had issue with the way Jamie sometimes meddled in other people's business, using the newspaper to cause breakups and other turmoil. It was pointlessly adding fuel to a bonfire — the students of BHHS create enough drama and havoc without the help of others. “What about Brynnie? Didn't she get leashed?”

Ivy laughed. “Yeah, and you won’t guess who did the leashing. Y’know the guy who macked on Owen at the Elite’s party? That’s Selena’s twin brother, and apparently he has a thing for everyone’s favorite little Candy,” Ivy explained, grinning at the absurdity of it all. BHHS was easy to mistake for a soap opera at times.

“Seriously? That's Sean Sterling? He didn't look like that last time I saw him… Well, good for him. Brynn knows what she's doing, so he'll never thirst again. I can't believe he kissed Owen though. You gotta admit, that takes balls.” Victoria let out a whistle, thinking back to the edition of the Weekend Warrior that had the Owen situation in it. Explosive.

Ivy paused for a moment, squinting at her phone. “Hey, do you know who…Min-Seo is? Apparently she and Henry checked into a room on the yacht together,” Ivy said, showing a picture to Victoria that showcased a sign in sheet, tweeted out by one of the many BHHS students.

Victoria tapped her chin, and had to think about it, before a light bulb went off in her head and she scrambled for her phone. She pulled up Henry's Instagram, and scrolled until she found a picture of Henry, Min-seo, and Parker. “This girl!” She said pointing at Min for Ivy’s benefit.

“Oh wow. Looks like Hailey and Henry aren’t so different after all.”
In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Featuring: Cassie “Drink Up” Clark & Noah “This Is Awful!” Nichols
Location: Near the side of the boat, hidden from the rest of the party


Anyone who’s drank enough alcohol, is well aware of what Cassie Clark liked to call, The Vodka Blues. That sinking feeling of regret and sadness that can sneak up on you when you’re already feeling pretty shitty and you’ve had enough alcohol to make an elephant tipsy. Ophelia had left, Cassie couldn’t quite remember where she’d gone, and Cassie had been left to her own thoughts, and after snagging a bottle of vodka, she’d taken to wandering.

Cassie Clark had found her refuge tonight on a secluded area of the ship. The party was in full swing, yet over here, the music was a muffled as it could be, and the partygoers were few and far between. She sat near the edge of the boat, her feet dangling off the edge, swinging as the ocean spray speckled her legs. Her heels rested on one side of her, a bottle of Smirnoff on the other. She looked out over the waves, and took a swig from the bottle, wincing as it passed down her throat.

Noah Nichols was looking to be anywhere but this boat, but unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. He’d settled for wandering around, trying to find a secluded area, when he stumbled upon Cassie Clark, mid swig. He froze, and was about to turn back when she turned, her eyes locking with his. Noah knew who Cassie was, everyone did, but he was damn sure she had no idea who he was, and having a stranger interrupt your binge drinking session couldn’t be anyone’s idea of a good time.

“Well well well! Welcome to the pity party,” Cassie said, sighing and offering Noah a sad smile. He stammered, not knowing quite what to say. “Come on kid, take a seat,” she said, grinning and moving her shoes aside, her eyes half closed thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol in her system. Noah,, lacking any reason not to take a seat, nervously shuffled over, sitting down next to the clearly drunk girl.

“I’m Cassie. But you probably knew that already. Everyone knows who I am. But nobody really does. Isn’t that funny? Funny, funny, funny.”

Noah looked at the girl in amazement. He had no clue what to do here. He’d never been around a drunk person, hell, he’d never even been drunk himself. He was out of his element. Was it too late to leave? Just as he was pondering this question, Cassie pushed the bottle of Smirnoff into his arms, and gestured to his mouth.

“Drink, kid. I’m not gonna be the only pathetic one here,” she said, fixing him with an expectant stare. Noah looked down at the open bottle, chewing his lip nervously. Finally, he brought it to his lips, letting the liquor flow into his mouth. He swallowed the vodka, and retched for a moment, coughing and threatening to send it all back up. After he’d calmed down, Cassie offered him a pat on the back.

“First time? Don’t worry, it gets easier. Promise,” Cassie assured him. Noah turned to her, a look of disgust on his face. “People drink that garbage?” he asked, shocked.

Cassie let out a laugh, shaking her head and leaning back. Once she’d settled down she wiped tears from her eyes and placed a hand on Noah’s shoulder. “Oh yes they do mysterious boy. Yes they do.”

They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the gentle bump of music, and the lapping of the waves on the boat. Finally, Cassie spoke up. “So, what brings you over here?” she asked, reaching over and taking the bottle from Noah. Noah, eyes still focused on the sea, was starting to feel the warmth of the liquor spread through his core, the calm that came with the drink. “I came with my friend but, she ditched me,” he said softly as Cassie took another sip from the bottle and passed it back to him. He stared at it in silence for a moment, before taking his own swig, this time without the retching.

“Doesn’t sound like a very good friend.”

Noah shrugged. “I guess I’m not exactly perfect either,” Noah said, passing the bottle back to Cassie.

Cassie chuckled. “Here’s a life lesson for ya. No one is. Look at me, I’m a giant liar. I’m lying to my friends, my mom, my...girlfriend. Honestly, this is probably the first time I’ve said any of that out loud. Woah.” Cassie took another swig and continued speaking. “I’m not who I say I am. Everybody thinks my mom is some big music producer in Japan but she’s not. She’s a nurse, at the hospital. I’m poor. Like, super poor, and my mom gives up everything so I can have a good education, and have opportunities she didn’t get, and the way I repay her is acting ashamed of her. None of my friends know who she is, she doesn’t even know where I am right now. I am the worst.”

Noah looked at Cassie. This was...wow. This girl, one of the most well known figures on campus just spilled everything to him. She turned to meet his gaze, and laughed. “Your turn,” she said. He chewed his lip and grabbed the bottle, taking one big swig, wincing at the burn, before looking out over the ocean and saying what he’d come to know as truth for some time. “I’m gay. I think I’ve known for a long time, but, well, I don’t know. I’m just...I don’t know what to do. Nobody knows and, I don’t know what they’d say if they did. I don’t know if they’d still think I was me, and I just…” Noah’s speech trailed off into silence. Cassie chuckled and looked out over the waves.

“Two liars and a bottle of vodka. Whatpair we make.”
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In CANCELLED. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




A @smarty0114 & @Silent Observer collab
Featuring: Katie “I Suck” Callaghan & Dixon “I’m Not Moody” Piccoli
Location: Near the front of the ship


The party had barely begun and Katie was already crying. This was unusual. Katie Callaghan didn’t cry in public. She barely even cried in private. Katie was of the firm belief that crying was an inside job. As the tears rolled down her face, she screamed out over the ocean. What had she been thinking?

She’d dragged Noah to this stupid party, and when he’d done what any reasonable person would do, she screamed at him. That was beyond fucked, especially because she knew how damn insecure he could get. “Why am I such a bitch?” she asked the sea, getting no response, as expected. She wiped her face dry, and took a seat on one of the chairs by the railing. She was near the front of the boat, a couple of feet away from one drunk couple playing Titanic. Dixon was supposed to meet her here. Her plan was to fill him in on what had happened, and then to find Noah. After that, well, she hadn’t quite decided.

Dixon weaved his way through the crowds of drunken high schoolers. He was small, so things like this usually weren’t that hard for him, but he had a beverage in his hands now, which made it more difficult. He didn’t want to risk spilling it, not after the sass he had endured to get it in the first place. The short boy shoved his way through as best he could with a few ‘fuck you’s and ‘back off’s thrown in for flavor. Once free of the crowd, he was closer to where he could find Katie, at least according to the text.

Fucking Katie.

The green-haired boy remembered that he was mad at her earlier. His anger had mostly subsided by now, the car ride was long enough ago. If he dwelled on it, though, surely the flames would reignite. As if to quell the fire before it started, Dixon took a sip from the blue straw in his mocktail. Oh, that was tasty. Sassy bartender deserved props, JD would give him that much. He looked up from the drink to see the familiar form of his theatrical friend sitting in a chair. JD marched over towards her, taking in a breath as if he were about to start a rant about why he didn’t want to be here. He would have done just that, had something not caught his eye. Was she crying? An immediate wave of discomfort washed over him. He was not equipped to deal with crying people. Especially not crying girls. Abort mission!

“Oh… uh…” JD stammered awkwardly. He sat down beside her, because that seemed like the right thing to do. Then he chewed at his lip rings nervously. “You… okay?” He asked, glancing at her sideways through a curtain of hair in his signature way of talking to acquaintances or strangers. This was Katie though, his friend… but, this situation was strange enough that his more comfortable, friendly mannerisms were thrown overboard.

Katie, startled by JD’s sudden appearance, inhaled sharply, wiping her face away again. Fuck. He’d seen her crying, that was for certain. With a sigh, she sniffed and looked back up at JD, her eyes red and her cheeks puffy. “I’m… I’m good, just, this stupid party, and I got into a fight with Scott that I’m sure the whole fucking school will have seen by tomorrow, and I yelled at Noah, and now I can’t find him, and oh my fuck, I’m far from okay!”

Katie let her head fall back, tilted up toward the sky, an effort to keep any tears that threatened to fall, in. She was upset, and when she got upset, she became way more volatile than usual. Sighing, she finally let her head fall back to meet JD’s eyes and chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. “I probably seem insane right now, don’t I?”

“Yeah, a little.” Dixon never sugar-coated his words, he got that from his parents. His words were more often acidic than not. That being said, he was still studying her with concern. JD didn’t know how to fix a crying Katie, but he certainly didn’t like seeing her upset. She was still his friend. “You lost bible dude? Why’d you yell at him?” Dixon didn’t bother asking about why she’d gotten in a fight with Scott, that was obvious — expected, even. But Noah seemed nice enough from the one time JD had spoken with him.

Katie smiled softly and shook her head, taking a deep breath. “I was fighting with fucking Scott, and, I just, I got so wrapped up in it, like I always do, and Noah was just trying to get me away from him, and calm me down, and I flipped. I was just, caught up in him,” Katie explained, shaking her head at her folly. “I just need some help finding him. He probably won’t even want to talk to me, but I can’t just let him wander around this circus. He’s delicate y’know?” Katie said. Noah was like a brother to her, and she worried about him, now more than ever.

“Caught up in him, huh?” Dixon raised an eyebrow at her, which she couldn’t really see from behind his emo fringe, but he did it all the same. Did she really not realize that her and Scott had that “I bully you because I like you” thing going on? They were like a damned TV trope come to life. She went on to discuss finding Noah, which was likely the reason that she texted Dixon in the first place, he was gathering. Wait, did she just call Noah delicate? Oh wow, JD wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he stored that nugget of knowledge in the back of his mind for safe keeping. “He… doesn’t want to be at this party either… does he?” Dixon inquired, his eyes squinting at her suspiciously.

Katie sighed in defeat. “Not exactly. I dragged him along cause I thought it would be fun, but then Scott happened and well… okay, I know! I fucked up! I shouldn’t have even brought him here in the first place. I’m the worst.” Katie shook her head for a moment, before standing up and brushing herself off, as if she hadn’t been crying moments earlier. “Now that I’ve admitted defeat and been humbled by my losses, everything’ll work out. That’s like the laws of the universe. Now, let’s go find my painter, before I have another breakdown.” Katie’s mood had flipped, from guilt to determination. How she did it, she’d yet to discover, but that wasn’t important. She could deal with the shitty feelings later, now was the time for action.

The violist quietly sipped at the fruity drink clasped between his hands as he watched every shade of Katie’s personality play out in rapid succession. That seemed like an exhausting existence, he wasn’t sure how she managed it. Probably the same way that he did being angry all of the time… not well. “‘Kay.” Dixon replied simply, ever a boy of many words. He stood up beside her and looked around. Jesus, there were still a lot of people. He hated it. “Well… he’s your friend. Where do you think he’d go?” JD reflected on where he might end up if he was upset in a place like this. Scratch that. It was where he had ended up, earlier in that night. “There’s a game room downstairs, would he be into that?”

Katie shrugged. “He’d want somewhere quiet. I don’t even know where that could be on this thing. It’s like a floating rave. I guess the game room is as good as any place to start though,” Katie said, heading off to begin her search. “Come on, Mr. Moody, we have a boy to find.”

“Moody? I’m not the one who just had a public meltdown…” Dixon grumbled as he followed behind her. They had… a boy to find.
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A @Universorum & @smarty0114 collab
Featuring: Becca “It Better Not Be Parker” Helmsley & Henry “Well It’s Not Parker” Green
Location: The Snack Table


Becca’s night was going perfectly. She was buzzed, she’d gotten some dancing in, Bailee appeared to be having a good time, and everyone else was thoroughly impressed by their party. This was quite the return. The only thing missing from her night now, was a Green. Becca had hoped that Hailey would come with her gaggle of idiots and token gays, but alas, she’d stayed home, and the rest of her group had come split up. Guess I’ll settle for her brother.

Becca’s eyes scanned the deck from her position at the bar for one Henry Green. After a moment, she spotted him, across the deck at the snack table, looking for food. Becca grinned, before grabbing her cocktail from the bar and making her way over to Henry, parting the crowd in front of her like some modern day Moses.

“You can thank Brian for reminding everyone who runs this school,” Becca said as she came over to stand beside Henry, smirking ever so slightly.

Henry, who had a plate of food in his hands, loaded with… well, mostly mozzarella sticks and roasted baby potatoes. Henry had tastes — and they weren’t for really healthy, or filling items. He chose to blame this on the weed. Once he heard Becca’s voice, though, he turned on his heel to face her. “I mean, Brian did a pretty good job, but is that really what’s goin’ on?”

Though Henry didn’t realize it, he was about to accidentally push Becca’s buttons. And not the ones he liked to push that ended up with her calling him ‘Daddy.’

“Because, I mean, Hails didn’t even show up to this party. Maybe she doesn’t think you guys are a threat anymore? Because, like… she was at Damian’s party to ruin it. I don’t see her here.” He explained, taking a bite out of a deliciously gooey mozzarella stick.

Becca’s jaw tightened for a moment, holding her rebuttal in for a moment, letting it marinate. Speaking too early, before proper thought was given, was a recipe for disaster. “Henry, jealousy look bad on you. It’s not my fault Hailey ruined your party. Maybe if you gotten a more emotionally stable doorman, we wouldn’t have had to remind anyone. That said, I think you know it’s not about what Hailey thinks. It’s about what they think,” Becca said, gesturing out to the dance floor, where hundreds of the BHHS student body was located, dancing like there was no tomorrow. Becca plucked a mozzarella stick from Henry’s plate and took a bite. “Hailey choosing your drug dealer over this party is good. It shows everyone that she couldn’t take the heat of my return,” Becca said, grinning.

“I didn’t tell Owen to stand there, Damian did. That’s not my fault, and I guess you’re right. From the way Brian talked, though I don’t really think this party is about Hailey… But what do I know? I’m just a Green.” Henry said, continuing to munch away at his mozzarella stick. “I gotta find a new drug dealer, I guess. Hana’s out the game, I already tried — Hailey said so, she said. I’m thinking maybe the guy that hooked this party up. You know him?” Henry asked, finishing off his cheesy stick with a final bite.

“Maybe for Brian it’s not about Hailey, but my brother hasn’t ever cared very much about her anyways. He has his motives, I have mine. It just so happens that they can be accomplished in one fell swoop. Hopefully, anyways.” Becca popped the rest of her mozzarella stick into her mouth before turning around to assess the snack table. “I don’t know him, but Bri might. He set up most of this function” Becca said, picking a piece of licorice out from a bucket of candy and taking a bite.

Henry chose not to dwell on the subject of his sister much longer. Instead, he pressed on about the drug dealer. “Well, I don’t know where Brian is… Do you? Maybe you should just find out for me. Brian doesn’t answer my texts.” The truth was… Brian didn’t answer anybody’s texts. He just sent them out, and expected his own to be answered. “I dunno. Anyway, Becca. What’s going on with you today?”

“I’ll look into it for you,” Becca said, finishing off her candy, before brushing straightening out her dress and fluffing up her hair. “I’m doing just grand today, actually. I’m pleasantly buzzed, I just had a snack, so that leaves one thing,” Becca said, turning to Henry. “Shall we finish yesterday’s meeting?”

“Uh…” Oh, this was gonna be a tough sell. Henry wasn’t sure that talking to Becca about this was going to go anyway other than poorly… Had he ever turned her down? No, not that he could recall anyway. Henry straightened up and cleared his throat. “Actually, Becca. I brought a date to this party, and I’m hoping to, have uh… a meeting with her.”

It took a lot to shock Becca at this point, or at least shock her enough that she reacted. This, was one of those rare times. Her eyes wide with disbelief, her mouth agape, she fixed Henry with a look somewhere between anger and true confusion. “Who in the fuck, could that be? And I swear to God, if you say Parker, I’ll throw you overboard.”

Geeze. Girl couldn’t take rejection very well, for being someone that had just blue balled the fuck out of him no less than 17 hours ago. “Well, it’s not Parker.. It’s Min.” Henry said, frowning. “Why are you so mad? I can date whoever I want, Becca.” He protested, squinting at her in a somewhat halfassed glare.

Why was she so mad? Really? Becca rolled her eyes and scoffed at Henry. “Whatever, Green. Have fun.” she said, before strutting off into the crowd, her vibes killed, and her annoyance peaked. This was not part of her plan.
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