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Current After 38 hours, power is finally back in our neighbourhood. I hate Canadian weather sometimes.
4 mos ago
Currently going on 33 hours without power. This is certainly making schoolwork interesting.
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Gotta love it when, in the middle of April, you get dumped on by freezing rain. No power currently, yipee!
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Isn't it scary that doctors call what they do, "practice" ?
5 mos ago
Apologies to my RP partners and groups. Had a ton of school work this weekend, will be getting to posts within the next 24 hours.


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Early this morning
When you knocked upon my door
And I say, "Hello, Satan. I believe it is time to go."
Me and the Devil
Walking side by side

And I'm gonna see my man until I get satisfied

The shit-eating grin that was spread over Diablo’s face as they sped down the familiar path down to school wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. The heat of the moment had left his previously dry-cleaned uniform shirt not only wrinkled, but also buttoned up incorrectly with lip gloss stains on the collar area. His carefully styled hair was now visibly messed up, light-skinned cheeks slightly flushed and gray eyes shining with the satisfaction of a job well done and very much enjoyed. The impromptu homecoming had gone better than anything he would have imagined, and the void he’d been feeling was filled somewhat -even if if was in a temporary way. The feeling of his body and April’s taking each other to heights of paradise was one he didn't realize he’d been craving as much as he actually did, but it was something that he now refused to let go of. If it wasn't because it was the first day, you could be certain Santiago would be driving back to his house with her instead.

The young brunette wasn’t even phased as Santiago whipped his car through the suburbs, going at least twice the speed limit. The speed was something that came naturally to April, something she enjoyed rather than feared. So as her partner in crime drove like a maniac, she sat calmly in the passenger seat touching up the makeup that had become smeared in the pair’s front-seat adventures. With one final once over in the Lambo’s rearview mirror, April leaned back in the seat and did her best to straighten out the wrinkled light blue King’s Academy blouse. She growled gently as she caught a glimpse of her ruffled hair in the mirror before she ran her fingers through it in a desperate attempt to straighten it.

“Now if it wasn’t going to be evident before, it certainly will be now.” April frowned playfully at Santiago.

“So what? You embarrassed about it now or something?” Diablo teased, eyes venturing off the road long enough to shoot her a wink before focusing back ahead, driving though Crown Heights with the one arm on the wheel and the characteristic full-on swag pose.

“No, of course not Santi, but advertising your sex life on the first day of school doesn’t leave a great first impression on anyone.” April pursed her lips in thought before eventually conceding and grabbing a hair elastic from around her wrist. With a practiced hand, the brunette tied her long hair up into a loose ponytail, grumbling as she pulled and tugged at a few loose strands. With a sigh, April finally relaxed in her seat and went to complete her morning makeup ritual with her trademarked strawberry lip gloss. As she reached around behind her seat and found only air, the realisation donned on her. “Fuck! I forgot my bag!”

Diablo cursed in Spanish, giving April a disbelieving look. “Are you for real, Lils? We’re literally at the gates right now.”

“Because I’d lie about something as mundane as a school bag, Santi. It’s in the back seat of my car.” April gritted her teeth. It couldn’t be the first day of school without a minor annoyance like this. Nothing ever went according to plan in April’s life, not even the simple things. “Forget it, we’re already almost late. I’ll live without it.” The level of her frustration was clearly audible in the indifferent, yet venomous tone she used when uttering that last sentence of defeat.

Meanwhile, a devilish grin came to Santiago’s face, his tongue out and the tip of it resting on the corner of his top lip. “No, no. I see what you're trying to do here, April Foster. You want us to go back to your place to get the bag and get a little more of something else, right? That's genius. I'm fucking impressed.”

You could practically hear April’s eyes roll as Santi spoke, shaking her head she muttered “Typical…” under her breath. “When are you gonna grow up?” The brunette jabbed his shoulder with a balled fist before returning her gaze to the school in front of them.

“Never. I’m Peter motherfucking Pan,” he declared proudly, shooting April a cheeky grin. When he noticed there was still some annoyance remaining in her, he leaned over towards her and planted a kiss on her cheek in an attempt to cheer her up. Lils was cute when she was angry, but after what they had just done Diablo wanted her to be all smiles, not pissed off over something as stupid as a forgotten bag. “Cheer up, beba, or I might have to take you down to Neverland and see if that works.”

April leaned over and rested her head on Santiago’s arm, letting out an overdramatic groan of protest. “Come on Santiiiii, let's just get to school. We need to make an entrance! Not just show up like some normal people. What fun is that?” She tugged at his arm much like a little kid would tug on their parents, continuing to egg him on.

A mischievous grin spread across Diablo’s features. “An entrance you say?” he asked April in that tone of voice she knew meant trouble.

“Well yeah. You can’t just show up all casual and expect to leave a lasting impression. You’ve gotta come in with style. Remember last year? How I almost got expelled on the first day because I came within inches of hitting the Principal with my car? THAT is an entrance.” April grinned like an idiot. She wore that memory like a badge of honor and it never ceased to make her smile when she thought of it. “Now I’m not condoning that we run into the faculty, but we need to do something to get people’s attention. Any ideas?”

Santiago didn’t even bother to reply. Instead, he reached for a button in the front panel of his car and pressed it. The roof of the Lambo slowly moved backwards, leaving the couple completely exposed to the outside. No sooner than the roof had finished hiding itself away in the secret compartment, Diablo picked up his phone and scrolled down his playlist until he found the round of songs that would sure make an ‘entrance’. With a smirk, the young man pressed play, then turned up the volume of his car as loud as he could without deafening himself. The whole vehicle began to vibrate with the blasting sound of that ghetto Hispanic music of his, instantly earning the couple looks from the school population that did or didn’t understand the lyrics of the song playing.

While April certainly didn’t know all of the lyrics to the songs Diablo was playing, she knew the general meaning of most of them and as such, swayed to the the thumping rhythm in her seat. She flipped down the aviator glasses that had sat in her hair until now and mouthed along to the lyrics that she did know, glancing over to Diablo as they pulled through the front gates of the school. She made sure to send a sarcastic blown kiss out the window as they passed by Victoire on her perch. God, that woman drove her crazy sometimes.

He purposely drove slower than he normally would, seemingly taking his time to find an empty parking spot but in reality just milking it to get the most attention. It took Diablo a good two or three songs to “find the perfect spot” before pulling up into it and putting an end to the Latin dance party by shutting off the car’s engine.

“That enough of an entrance for ya, chula?” Diablo asked the brunette in the passenger seat, a sly grin on his face as the car’s roof slid back into position.

“If I’m being one-hundred percent honest, the speakers in my car are a bit better. But for a first attempt, it wasn’t too bad.” She laughed as a shit-eating grin spread across her face, sticking her tongue out at Santi while the young man rolled her eyes at her. After her fit of giggles had subsided, the brunette leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed. “I’m glad you’re back Santi, really. It's not the same without my diablo around to talk to.”

Although completely not used to any of the cutesy stuff, there was no denying Santiago had a soft spot for April, and things just seemed to come naturally whenever he was with her. Instead of pulling away from the affection like he usually would with anybody else, he simply went with it.

“It’s good to be back, Lils,” Diablo admitted, kissing the girl’s forehead. He gave them a minute to enjoy each other’s company before he gently moved his shoulder. “I think we should get going, though. I wanna catch up with Lucas before class, and we don’t wanna give Vic any more reason to be on our asses this early in the morning.”

Truth be told, April had prepared herself this morning to do exactly that: piss off Victoire. The girl acted like she ruled the school, and while some people may have followed under her supposed “reign of terror”, April saw right through the bullshit. What the hell was this little one-hundred ten pound prissy little girl gonna do to her, anyway? Get her suspended? Terrifying.

Because of Victoire, April had decided to go out of her way this morning to break the uniform code. She had exchanged her uniform jacket with her own cropped leather jacket, her skirt had been hemmed up slightly and instead of the required shoes, April had chosen to wear her much preferred riding boots.

“Really? That's what I live for on the first day of school.”

Santiago let out a sigh, shaking his head in disapproval. April’s no-bullshit attitude was one of the things that drove him crazy about her, but it wasn’t a trait he enjoyed very much right now. To carry on doing his business, Diablo needed to keep his nose clean and out of any sort of trouble with the school as to avoid bringing the wrong kind of attention to himself.

“Well, you go do that, babe. I’ll catch up with Lucas,” he told her, giving her one last kiss before grabbing his stuff from the backseat and exiting his car. “See you around, princesa. Don’t get into too much trouble, okay?” he added with a smile, shooting one last wink her way before heading off.

April smiled and waved as she hopped out of the car, walking away from Santi and towards the only other people she really hung out with. As she approached the table, she pulled the aviators away from her eyes and smiled towards Chanel and Julie. “It has been way too long. How goes?” She directed the question at both of them, unsure of how else to address them.
Honestly I would @Hushed Whispers but you flat out abandoned the last one of your RPs I was in and didn't even post an explanation when you were back. For that reason, I will not be joining as much as I like the plot.
LOCATIONThe Horton Household
INTERACTING WITHColin Brady @Altered Tundra, Elliot Horton @Spooner, Annalise Carver @Ejected

Jess nodded to the waitress that had just set down her mug of coffee before letting out a deep breath. The last time she had gone out for coffee with Colin had been back in their high school days and she wasn’t sure it was a memory she wanted to remember. Nevertheless, here she was staring blankly at the black liquid that sat in front of her in a generic white mug. Anyone that knew Jess knew that she was extremely methodical about her coffee preparation. Maybe it was OCD, maybe it was just part of who she was, but if her coffee wasn’t just right it put her in the wrong mood. It was one of the reasons she had stopped buying coffee from restaurants.

Her mind went through the procedure like clockwork. Two packets of sugar, but she didn’t quite empty the second. Two single serve milks and one cream, again not quite completely emptying the cream. Then, Jess stirred the mixture precisely five rotations before finally taking a sip of the coffee.

“Coffee’s a bit burnt, but I guess it’ll do.”

As much as the taste distracted her, she needed this coffee like an alcoholic needed their liquid courage. She drank more coffee than she cared to admit, most likely sparked by her early introduction to the caffeinated beverage back when she was only twelve years old. The warm liquid eased Jess’ mood gently, helping her move on from the rough morning she’d had so far. Part of her was legitimately she’d made it this far without killing someone.

The brunette looked up to see Colin sliding the fifty across the table, before pocketing it and returning her still unimpressed gaze to him. Her eyes took in the details of the familiar face, and while Colin had aged since she’d last been with him, his face had changed very little and still brought on all of the memories from their past -a past she wasn’t sure if she wanted to repeat.

And then Colin started his speech and made her heart start to ache. Jess had always liked the sound of Colin’s voice, there was something about it that put her at ease whenever she spoke to her. She could also clearly see he had changed for the better. She genuinely felt good to see him taking control over his life once again, not leaving it at the mercy of drugs and the bottle. Even if he did still drink, even if she was still upset and frustrated by the way he had treated her all of those long years ago. Something had changed in him, something that made her truly smile inside as he spoke those final words and took her hand in his own. He was trying.


As much as Jess wanted to say something, she found herself holding back. Part of her remained hesitant. Did she really want to entertain the offer of someone who had made her life a living hell for the majority of her high school years? Was it really the right thing to do, to open the conversation with the person that was almost a polar opposite to her? The brunette looked down to her coffee mug as her mind spun and took in a deep breath, letting the air stay silent for a moment longer.

“Honestly Colin, I’m proud that you’ve come this far. Seeing you like this is nice, a huge step up from the hole you were in in high school. But this is a lot right now and it probably doesn’t help that I’m hungover.”

Did that sound too much like she was his mother and not his ex? Too condescending? Did she really care at this point?

“I appreciate the apology, I really do Colin. I just need some time to get my head straight and figure this out. You know as well as I do that this is not a matter to be taken lightly. I hope you’ll understand that much.”

Olivia shuddered as the vile taste of her own vomit lingered in her mouth. She sat up against the wall next to the toilet looking weak, tired and defeated. Her head pounded like someone was constantly hitting her with a hammer and she felt completely drained of any energy she’d had the night before. And people did this for fun? What the fuck kind of sick, self deprecating humour was this supposed to be? With a groan, the young girl reached for her phone and checked the time, listening to her mother and sister bicker just outside of the door. The constant arguing between the two of them lately was exhausting, and the effect was only multiplied now by her wicked headache.

“Both of you SHUT UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISERABLE LIVES.” Olivia yelled at the top of her lungs.

And then there was silence, all too familiar in the life of Olivia Horton. It had different meanings depending on the situation, at least in her mind. Right now? The silence was beautiful. It let her head calm down for a moment after her outburst and right now, she needed to be calm. It was hard enough to hold back her stomach in peace and quiet, it just made it harder when people were screaming and making her head pound harder than a bass drum.

Olivia jumped a little as her phone buzzed, and with a reluctant effort she retrieved the device from the pocket of her pyjama bottoms.“Who the actual fuck wants to quiet too much to ask for…” Olivia mumbled to herself as she brought up the text from Anna. She smirked slightly as she saw the name come up before quickly glancing over the texts.

Just as she finished sending off a few messages, she heard a soft knock on the door followed by an all too familiar voice. Elliot, her (insert grumbling) brother. As much as she wanted to be mad at him for the events of the day before, Olivia lacked both the energy and the willpower to properly display it. And so it was with a bit of hesitation that she finally answered the knock with something that was closer to a groan than actual speech. “What do you want, shit-for-brains…”

There was just something about the raw, naturally aspirated, eight cylinder engine of the Maserati GT MC that set it apart from every other high end car on the market. Something that sparked a fire in April’s eyes and sent adrenaline coursing through her veins. Perhaps it was the crisp, throaty rumble of the 4.7L V8 engine that powered the beast or the roar that it let out when she pressed down the gas. Maybe it was the responsiveness of the throttle and how it launched forward when commanded. But if one thing was for certain, it was that from the moment April had laid eyes on her dear car back on her sixteenth birthday, the two were inseparable. Nothing was different this morning. Even the shiver that had ran up her spine when she had first climbed into the cockpit of the GT still repeated itself on this very morning, just like it had done every time before.

The only thing different about today was that instead of the slick racing tires that had all but lived on the car for the summer, normal street tires stood in place. From an onlooker’s perspective, the difference was extremely hard to notice and didn’t really change the look of the car at all. From April’s seat behind the wheel though? The difference was enormous. The car handled completely differently and the tarmac on city streets was not nearly as smooth of a ride as brand new track pavement.

The arctic white Maserati flew down the freeway at a bone rattling 150mph (~240km/h) as it’s pilot sat calmly behind the wheel, her eyes flicking back and forth between cars from behind the clear visor of her race helmet. With the practiced hand of a two-year amateur track driver April weaved the car in and out of traffic effortlessly, passing the vehicles like they were standing still. There was nothing much on the young woman’s mind on this particular day other than making a kick-ass first impression for her final year at King’s Academy. Nothing would stand in her way on this day.

As April got within a few minutes of Crown Heights, she quickly downshifted the car and drew some looks as the engine revved up in response. After slowing down to a measly 60mph (~100km/h), she pulled over into the right hand lane and veered off onto the smaller roads of Palm Beach. April drove with a little more caution on the city streets and kept her eyes peeled for patrol cars. The last thing she wanted to do was to get a ticket on the first day of school, though now that she thought about it, with the speed she was going it’d be more likely that she’d get arrested.

Moments later, she pulled into the stone driveway of the Foster Estate and carefully guided her car into the only open garage bay of the three present. The other two were occupied by her father’s toys, neither of which April was allowed to drive. Just as the young woman was about to exit the vehicle, her phone buzzed a few times. She almost had to double take at the name that had appeared on the screen. Someone she hadn’t seen in ages since he was destroyed by a family tragedy. Truth be told, April would’ve been there for her closest friend Santiago had he not asked her for space. There was very little that she wouldn’t do for him. The two of them were inseparable.

April was almost awestruck at the few texts from her closest friend, but quickly typed out a reply before she exited her car.

After quickly changing into her school uniform, April had a quick bite to eat and tossed her bag into the backseat of her car. The brunette then slid on her cropped leather jacket, propped her aviators up on her head and walked back out to the garage. She couldn’t help but wonder how Santiago was doing while she waited for a response. It had been way too long since they had talked, among other things.

Reservations for one please!

Zoey Deutch | #ec008c
Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

LOCATIONHorton Household -> The Brady Pub
INTERACTING WITHTom and Alice Horton, Colin Brady@Altered Tundra

It couldn’t have been a more perfect day for the Fourth of July celebrations to happen on. The sun was shining bright in the early morning and illuminated the commotion taking place within the Horton household.

“For the last time mother, I did not take Olivia to the god damn club with me. Jesus, I thought you had more faith in me than that.” Jess said with a venomous tone, her head still pounding from the partying of the night before.

Alice Horton’s face contorted into a frown as Jess spoke “Do not use the lord’s name against me young lady, I taught you better than that. And this is not a matter of faith, Olivia is in there puking her insides out and you have no idea why!”

“Exactly! I have no idea why! Here’s a thought, ASK HER YOURSELF!” Jess shouted back at her mother before storming away towards the garage. Jess heard her mother calling her name but thought nothing of it, her mind instead wandering to one particular question to herself. Why the hell did she still live here?

The young woman’s gaze wandered across the garage before shaking her head and walking over to her trash heap of a car. It was old, it was falling apart and was in desperate need of almost every part you could think of. But it still got her from point A to point B, and Jess couldn’t really complain. Plus, no one would ever think of breaking into it either.

Jess unlocked the doors to her aging, black Nissan Sentra and hopped into the driver’s seat. After a few desperate attempts at starting the vehicle, she was met with only the disappointing whine of the starter and nothing more. Having already been riled up by the argument with her mother, Jess through a mild fit in the seat of her car before opening the door with a newfound rage and storming inside once again.

“DAD! My piece of shit car isn’t working again so I’m borrowing your truck!”

She paced into the kitchen, practically ripped the keys off of their hook and whipped her own down onto the counter. Then, after grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl, Jess proceeded to storm back into the garage and hop into her dad’s brand new Ram 2500. She took in a deep breath as she sat in the spacious truck before starting it up, the roar of the turbodiesel engine bringing a grin to her face. Jess sped off out of the garage and into town, hoping she wasn’t late to pick up the catering order that her parents had placed.

As she pulled up to the deli, her phone buzzed. With an irritated huff Jess retrieved her phone from her purse and was about to just ignore the message before she read the name. Colin. Her heart both skipped a beat and stopped in the same moment. God, that was someone who she hadn’t thought about in a while. Jess slammed her hand into the steering wheel and let out a frustrated cry in the isolation of the truck. Why now? After all of these years with absolutely nothing, why today? Jess wanted to scream Then, with literal years of practice at work, Jess composed herself in an instant and exited the vehicle, proceeding towards the deli.

After a few moments inside, and then a few more moments loading the massive amount of food into the air conditioned back seats of the crew-cabbed Ram 2500, Jess was back in the driver’s seat staring at the single message from Colin. She wanted to be happy, wanted their old relationship to be back what it was for that one good year. But then the memory of what happened rang through her head, what he had said, what he had done both to her and himself. Jess clenched her jaw and forced out a text in reply. Then, without a second thought, she pushed the gas pedal to the floor and roared off toward the Brady Pub. What else did she have to lose, its not like this day could get much worse.

Not even three minutes later, Jess rolled up to the Brady Pub and parked her father’s truck before taking in a deep breath. There was no going back now.

Jess pulled open the door with a confidence bolstered only by the meager amount of caffeine in her system and the giant diesel truck behind her in the parking lot. The brunette put on her signature resting bitch face and paced up to the only man in the building that could possibly be her ex-boyfriend. After sitting down across from him, she let the air settle around her for a moment before opening her mouth. “Has the whiskey been treating you better than me Colin? Or was it rum, I can’t remember.”
LOCATIONSalem University Hospital
INTERACTING WITHLorenzo, Grant and Elliot Horton @Hero @spooner

Jess glanced at her phone as Eli’s text came in, her expression changing to one of confusion as she read through. “What the hell are you on about Eli…” she spoke quietly to herself as she punched in a few replies to her younger brother, before tossing the thin metallic device back in her purse. Now it was time to have some fun.

“No fighting you two, I’ve had a long enough day as it is and I want to actually have a little fun tonight.” Jess lectured to her brothers as the three of them entered Lorenzo’s car. She looked between her brothers from the back seat and she had to admit, the two of them certainly cleaned up nice when they wanted to. With a sly, fox-like grin that could only really be portrayed right by Jess herself, she placed her hands on her brothers’ shoulders as Lorenzo backed the car out of the laneway “I have to admit boys, despite your usual attire you both look quite handsome tonight. Maybe one of you will get lucky tonight? Y’know, since Olivia drove off the last little blondie you brought home Enzo.”

It was only a matter of minutes before the trio of the eldest Horton siblings pulled up to the parking lot of the Edge. Jess carefully exited the car, opting to leave her crutches in the trunk rather than look even more out of place. At least she’d look almost normal now. She looked between her brothers and her signature grin spread across her face once again. The young woman limped along with her fellow offspring as the three of them came to the entrance and stood in line. Jess clenched her jaw as she did her best to hide the aching pain in her ankle, something she’d have to deal with for the rest of the night. Hopefully once she got enough alcohol into her, it’d be better.

After a good, long ten minutes of uncomfortable standing, the trio was finally in. Jess limped through the doors and into the cool, dark atmosphere that was the Edge. As her eyes adjusted to the new setting, she took in the new and unfamiliar environment around her. Having been rather anti-social in her younger years, going out to a club of any sort was a new experience for her, let alone a club that was as nice as this one. Before she got herself into too much trouble, she pulled out her phone and texted Eli once again.

I’ll be at the bar if you want to talk. Just come quick before I get too wasted.

The young woman squeezed her way through the growing crowd and made her way to the bar, eyeing up it’s occupants before taking her own seat alone near the end. She flagged over the bartender and slid across a crisp twenty “I’ll take two whiskey sours.”

The bartender nodded and walked off for a moment to prepare her beverages before returning a moment later with the two glasses. He placed them on the counter and slid them over to Jess, who promptly gave him a gentle smile. “I envy the gentlemen who managed to find a woman with such good taste in drinks.” A devilish grin broke out across Jess’ face as she heard the young bartender speak, before returning her gaze to him. “You couldn’t be further from the truth. These are both for me sweetie~” she spoke just loud enough for him to hear before knocking back one of the drinks in one swift movement. “Much better.”
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