Sugar and Spite

Post a random fact about yourself.

@Gunther Dude. Yes. I support this.

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I over think things. Like.... a lot. And I mean A lot.

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Cicily Delamar

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The pairing arrangements weren't that bad, actually. People tried to act like the experiment was a bad idea, but from Cicilys stand point, it was a great idea. Then again, maybe the others weren't as lucky as she when it came to their pairing. Dustyn seemed to be the perfect roommate, not to mention she was a cutie, but whatever. The day was shaping up to be a tad bit boring for the young woman, so she settled for taking a long shower after she got back from picking up her schedule.

Right on time, her phone dinged signalling that she had received a message. Picking up her phone, she would see that the message was from her good friend Asher.

Party at the lake. Be there.

Well. Maybe today wasn't going to be so boring after all. Looking across the bedroo, she flashed a smile at her new partner in crime. "Hey Dustyn. Rumor has it there's a party at the lake. Wanna come with?"

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Asher Alcott

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Ashers day had been spent playing video games while waiting to go to the party. Grand Theft Auto five would be his game of choice. He was currently running over pedestrians who wouldn't get out of his way. "Shoulda walked faster," he said in response to their screams. Pausing the game to save it, he realized what time it was. Picking up his phone he sent a message to Cicily, then Ariana.

There's a party going on at the lake. Meet me there, Princess.

He gave himself a glance over in the mirror. White dress shirt, his collar unbuttoned a few notches and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had settled on khaki shorts for his pants selection. Not the best, but eh. It was good enough. It didn't matter what he wore anyway, really. Asher Alcott was known to be the life of the party. Taking a deep breath and walking out the door, he began his journey to the lake.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Dirty Laundry ~ All Time Low
Bored ~ Bea Miller
Dirty Pretty ~ In This Moment
Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time ~ Panic! At The Disco
Middle Fingers ~ MISSIO
Sad Song ~ We The Kings _{(they played this song at warped last year and I fucking bawled like a baby. no shame.)}
Circle ~ Flyleaf
Slow Down ~ Icon For Hire
Meet Me On The Battlefield ~ SVRINCA
Some Say ~ Sum 41

Post a random fact about yourself.

I miss being eight.

I'd come home from school, Nana would have dinner made. Papa would be watching M.A.S.H. I'd do my homework, and by then my parents would be home. My brothers and I would watch Disney, go to bed and when I woke up at 2:30 in the morning George Lopez would be on TV. Me and my cousins would play manhunt in the woods and walk down to the river.

Eight was a pretty good age for me.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Ariel Grey

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"And No, I'm not okay, but nothings broke.
Maybe God will let me die when my dreams go up in smoke."

Trigger warning for brief mentions of child abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

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As if homecoming wasn't bad enough, the hours leading up to the morning after were.

Ariel was greeted with the sight of her father sitting on the porch steps, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. Trillian met his daughters gaze, nearly stopping Ariel in her tracks, but still, she walked forward, stopping a few feet from him.

"Serafina," he began, his voice stern. "Can you explain why I got a call from the Salvadors telling me you had broken their sons nose?"

"I - because -." Lost for words, her throat dry, Ariel could think of nothing to say. Her father walking over to put his hand on her shoulder helped nothing. He leaned his face over, burying his face in the top of her head as he took a deep breath.

"My sweet, sweet girl. Why is it you've only ever caused your father trouble, eh? Come on, let's go inside." When she refused to move, he gave her a gentle push - or what could only be considered gentle for Trillian Grey. Turning to lock the door behind him, instant panic rose up inside of Ariel. "Why'd you hit that boy," he asked, walking over to stop in front of her.

"Dad - it - I... It's really hard to explain."

Her explanation had helped nothing.

"You're a proper lady, Serafina. I raised you to be a proper lady. Ladies do not fight. Ladies do not hit people," Trillian said, hitting her across the face.

As she turned to run away, Ariel knew it was a hopeless cause. Her father grabbed her by the arm, pulling Ariel back towards him. A already long night, turning even longer.

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The next morning, Ariel had to be at work. She had taken extra care applying her makeup this morning as to cover the bruises. The last thing she wanted was for customers to ask questions. Sadly, she couldn't cover up the few on her arms, or the small one on her neck. She could just blame them on sports. She had done it her whole life, and people had never known the difference. Broken arm? Fell off the bike. Broken leg? Soccer practice.

Work flew by, though she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. Saying good bye to her boss and clocking out, she most definitely wasn't ready to go home yet. Driving aimlessly down the road, she would find herself at Kavi's house. It surprised her that she still knew the directions. Ariel had only ever been here for a handful of school projects.

Oh well, she thought. I'm already here. Might as well make the most of it.

Ringing the door bell, Ariel was greeting promptly by one of Kavi's siblings - Nikki, if she remembered correctly.

"Can I help you?" The other girl asked, slightly suspicious.

"Can I speak to Kavi please?"

"Sure. Come on it. I'll go get him for you."

Walking inside the house, Ariel stood at the bottom of the steps, careful not to touch anything as she waited on Kavi's arrival.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I'm just a weirdo.

I get cold fairly easily, but yet I'll go swimming in twenty degree water like it's nothing. I don't really have a preference between hot or cold. Of I'm comfy, I'm comfy. If I'm not, well, I'm not.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I can't do a pull up to save my life.

I can, however, do 50 push ups without stopping, about 25 squats and a shit ton of crutches (crunches? Those things that are out sit ups, but not actually sit ups. Y'all know what I mean.)

Furthermore, I took weight training my sophomore year of High School. I couldn't cling for shit, but I could bench press 85 pounds and squat 145 pounds. At the time I was fifteen, about to turn sixteen. I was hella impressed with myself.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I have way too much stuff on my plate.

@Gunther

You've got this.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Ariel Grey

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The moment her fist made contact with Kavi's face, Ariel instantly regretted it due to the pain in her own hand. Now the whole school was going to think she was insane - If they didn't already. Sure, Kavi was a douche. But did he actually deserve to have his noe broken, or was he just the most convenient way for her to take her frustrations out on her haywire nerves? All she was sure of was that Kavi was pissed, in pain, and a lot of eyes were now on her.

"Kavi, I -" she began as he flipped over the table, storming off. Face hot and eyes stinging, she stormed in the opposite direction to the girls bathroom. Rather the tears came from the pain in her hand, the embarrassment, or the simple fact that she had just punched Kavi, she didn't know. Most likely a mixture of all three. Before she could make it to the restroom, however, she was stopped by a teacher - Mr. Harris.

"Ms. Grey," he began. "May I ask what just happened?"

"I punched Kavi Salvador in his nose. Obviously."

"And, why, Ariel, did you do it?"

"Because for years he's been bullying people and treating girls like dirt, thinking that he can get away with whatever he wants. He's got a stupid, spoiled, rich brat boy attitude just like everyone else in this shit hole."

Mr. Harris raised his eyebrows at her response. "Regardless of whatever justification you may have, I'll be seeing you in the principals office first thing Monday morning. How's your hand?"

Glancing down to look at it for the first time, Ariel would see that her knuckles were turning odd shades of blue and purple. "It's fine."

The man nodded. "Go on to the restroom. Get yourself cleaned up. After that, well, I'm afraid you'll have to leave."

Ariel simply nodded as she continued to her destination. Look at it on the bright side. At least she had earned herself a ticket out of her current hell.

Post a random fact about yourself.

My phone decided to double post, so here, have another fact.

I talk to 3 people on a daily basis. One of them is my mother.