Venus

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

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Riding shotgun in the van alongside Nate proved to be the perfect distraction for Val’s terrible mood. She wasted no time in putting her earphones on and losing herself in the voice of Hayley Williams, staring out into the ever-changing scenery stretching out in front of them. During the drive, she took some time to really think of all the reasons why her joining the trip wasn’t such a terrible idea after all: some good, some great, and some petty. There was, however, one that stood out the most: she’d been much too excited about this trip for so long, that it wasn’t fair to her if she allowed herself to be pushed away by people who wouldn’t be a part of her life after this anyway. She loved her real friends that much.

Sure: having Reyna’s presence getting in the way of her plans of confessing her feelings to Leon at some point after four years of a burning crush was pretty fucking shitty, to say the least. Yes: having Emilia going from scorching, suffocating sunshine to drowning, torrential rain pour in seconds would likely drive her over the edge. And yes: having Ava’s unwarranted input present at all times was probably not going to end well. But even then, Valeria was willing to use up all the possible patience in the world to see past it all and have a good time. Heck, maybe she’d actually try to put her moodiness and ego aside and build bridges with some of them. It was the longest stretches of stretches, but the fact that she was even considering it counted for something, right? Only time would tell.

Eventually, she and Nate arrived at their destination. She’d been on a few vacation trips with AJ to expect nothing short of a grandiose location, but even then Val was still stunned when she stepped foot inside the Bellagio Hotel. It was too bad that the initial excitement was short-lived. The conversation of who would be rooming with who quickly turned into an argument (so much for trying to be patient…), but eventually they were all able to come to a half-assed agreement. Although Val would be joined by Ava and Emilia, the absence of Reyna and the presence of Sami, Nate, Josie and Leon had definitely been a better outcome than what she had expected.

When the group arrived at their suite, they were all floored by the sheer size and beauty of it all: the luxury items, the attention to detail, the breathtaking view… However, the shortest girl of the pack didn’t spend too much time admiring the accommodations. As soon as she carelessly dropped off her belongings in one of the empty beds, Valeria quickly set out on the search for a secret prize hidden somewhere inside her suite. Every time she and AJ got into a fight that was his fault, the young man had a foolproof way of bribing himself into her good graces. And if she knew AJ as well as she did, then them being in Vegas would not change their dynamic. From the second she entered the large suite, Val knew exactly what she would find waiting for her.

She didn’t have to look for too long until she found her prize: a dainty gift box containing a dozen gourmet chocolate-covered strawberries-- AJ’s signature token of apology, appreciation and truce.

Grinning from ear to ear, the young woman quickly grabbed the box of strawberries and breezed across the room before anyone else realized the delicacy she was carrying in her hands. “I’m hoarding the bathroom for the next hour. Don’t knock or rush me.” Val said to nobody in particular before immediately disappearing behind the locked bathroom door. Chocolate-covered strawberries and a long, warm, relaxing bubble bath was exactly what she needed to kick off her Vegas adventure.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

With the widest of grins on her face, Marisol hurried off behind Ryland, making sure to position herself at the vantage point of the majestic scene that she knew was about to take place. She pulled out her phone from the hidden pocket of her dress and started to record just as the music came to a screeching halt.

At first, their classmates looked equal parts annoyed and confused at why this nobody had the audacity to rudely interrupt their dance, and the collective feeling didn’t go away after his introduction. But when the boy apologized to Ariel, everyone’s mood shifted to curiosity, yet the short girl behind the cellphone camera couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Sure, she wanted her friend to be happy without caring about what anyone else might think. But she also didn’t want her friend to be stuck in a toxic relationship with a guy who cheated on her and played mind games with her. In other circumstances, her concerns would be hypocritical considering how volatile her relationship with Sonny had been the previous semester, but Mari wanted to think she and her boyfriend were past that… Maybe.

Rolling her eyes, Marisol shifted her attention back to Ryland, who had just announced that this whole spectacle was aimed at Julie Macmillan. The redhead’s confusion only added to the charm of the whole thing, and Mari couldn’t help but snicker at how she and Chanel seemed to be searching for answers in each other. Yet before anyone else had time to react in any other way than gasps, Rye was serenading Julie with a mediocre rendition of that annoying Shawn Mendes’ song Mari hated so much. God, couldn’t he have at least chosen a better one? the young woman thought, grimacing and shaking her head. She didn’t spend too much time dwelling on the atrocious track choice, because soon she was laughing in amusement and excitement as the tall boy traded his questionable singing to show off the impressive dance moves that would eventually lead him straight in front of the object of his affection.

When Ryland extended his hand to Julie, Marisol’s breathing stopped. The worry of Julie rejecting Rye suddenly overtook her, as did the fear of watching her best friend get his heart broken in front of their whole damn class. But once Mari saw the way the queen of the school was eyeing the bold young man in front of her, the brunette smiled. Julie was going to say yes: she was almost sure of it. And when the redhead finally accepted Ryland’s invitation by taking his hand and leading him to the dancefloor, the short girl couldn’t help but squeal in delight and join in with the cheers of the onlookers.

The match had been made. Her plan for the night, although not how she expected, had fucking worked.

Unfortunately, her moment of elation was short-lived. Lost as she was in saving the video evidence of her accomplishment, Mari had failed to notice her upset boyfriend approaching her, and it wasn’t until he was forcefully grabbing her by the wrist, pulling her away from the crowd and to a nearby corner that she realized something was wrong.

“Okay, start talking. What the fuck was that, huh!?”

For a brief moment, Marisol just stared at him in shock: her eyebrows raised, her green eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. Who did Sonny think he was?! A few days with Julie, a fitted suit and a closet upgrade later, and suddenly he was acting like the king of the fucking castle?! This would not do.

“First of all, don’t you fucking grab me like that again unless you want me to give you a black eye-” she growled, violently shaking her wrist off from his grasp and putting some distance between them by shoving him hard. “Second of all, you don’t fucking talk to me like you just did. And to answer your stupid question, I’m pretty sure we both saw the same thing: Ryland made his move on Julie, and she accepted. That’s what that fucking was. Oh, and by the way, it’s so fucking nice to see you too, asshole,” the girl finished with her middle finger in the air, her voice dripping with the same sarcasm so evident on her expression.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Now if I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you...
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Much to Ariana’s delight, it seemed like her charm and seduction tactic was working. Max had enthusiastically kissed her back, and quickly asserted his dominance by pushing her up against the wall. Good, this was good… It meant he was in a good mood, that she’d been overreacting and that she’d had no reason to be panicking in the first place. And with how tempting he was looking under these lights and how good he was kissing her, there was no denying they'd be heading off somewhere a little more private in no time.

“But there has been one thing that has been bothering me...”

Oh no…

The brunette’s blood turned to ice, and she tensed up as quickly as she’d lowered her guard in the first place. She was thankful that Max had stepped back and was now pacing in front of her, because it meant he couldn’t feel how stiff her body had become.

“You and me both know that we are good together… But I also… do not like to share!”

OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod...

By this point, it was taking every fiber of Ariana’s being to not go into hysterics, but she did play things off with a nervous little giggle. Max definitely knew something was going on with her-- there was no doubt about it. His comment had confirmed as much. Whether it was Jasper or Jace, she had no clue. But if he didn’t say a name or go into detail of the sin she’d committed, she sure as hell wasn’t going to be throwing out names or admitting to anything. So instead, she remained silent, nervously waiting for his next words and dreading what she knew would be coming next.

“What I am getting at is-” Max paused again, cupping her face in his hand before running it through her hair. It was a miracle he couldn’t feel her shaking nervously under his grasp. “If we want to do this, I want to do it correctly. Meaning you are mine… and I am yours.” he finally finished, closing off his proposal with a breathtaking kiss.

Oh fuck.

There were the words she always dreaded to hear when it came to her open relationships.

Although she followed his lead and kissed him back with enthusiasm, Ariana could feel her heart sinking inside her chest. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for Max, because he’d definitely always held a special place in her heart. He was quite a catch: a handsome, charming, dedicated athlete with an easygoing attitude, a quick sense of humor, a kind heart and nothing short of a beast in bed. She was certain plenty of girls would kill to be in her position. But the word commitment was not in her vocabulary, nor was the idea of tying herself down to one person when there was a whole world out there full of different individuals and so many experiences to live. That was one of the qualities that drew her to Max in the first place. How did he go from being content with their flexible arrangement to wanting to officialize their relationship? That was the million dollar question she’d definitely be asking later.

“So what do you say?”

Once the kiss had ended and he’d spoken up again, Ariana stared helplessly at Max. If he was asking her to be exclusive after so many years of him playing casanova and the fiasco with Kellie Anne, it meant he knew how he felt about her and was dead serious about what he was proposing. He wouldn’t ask just anyone to be with him, after all, and the last thing she wanted was to break the poor boy’s heart. But tying herself down like this...

“I- ” the girl began but immediately trailed off, biting her lower lip in uncertainty. God, she fucking hated to be put in the spot like this. “You do know what you’re asking for, right?” she eventually inquired, in both an attempt to stall her answer and give Max a chance to stop and really think about what he was proposing. “If I say yes, it means you don’t get to mess around with anyone else either. So, are you sure you can give up the playboy life? Because you know I don’t like sharing either.”

Please say no, please say no, please say no…

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Meadow University

_{With Princess Charlotte @Rosalia & Queen MacKenna @spooner}
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MacKenna slipped the key into the lock of apartment 34 on Maplewood Drive and opened the door. She turned to her saddened cousin and gave her a reassuring smile before letting her pass her into the apartment. Without a word, she led her cousin through the living room and towards her room. Once inside, the dark-haired girl threw the bags she had been carrying for Lottie on her bed and gestured for her cousin to do the same with her bags.

“We don’t have to talk about it… If you don’t want to,” she began carefully. She knew her cousin had always been a bit more fragile than herself, and it didn’t really help that she had inherited her father’s word vomit. She bit her lower lip almost as to stop from saying anything stupid, so she changed the subject. “I don’t know if you want to sleep in here or with Keeks but I’ll make a bed for you either way,” she smiled, bending down to pull out the mattress she kept under her bed for these kinds of situations.

“Thanks, babe. Really,” Charlotte reiterated, following her cousin’s lead in placing down the rest of her bags next to the pile MacKenna had brought in and taking a seat at the corner of the bed.

“Oh! On some whole other topic!” the Asian girl said in between her grunts as she sorted through the boxes of shoes and bags that obscured what she was looking for. “This probation stuff... What does uncle W say about it? Can he do something you think?” she asked, finally emerging from under her bed with the extra mattress. “And, shit, what did your coach say?” she rambled on, sitting herself on the edge of her bed unrolling Lottie’s mattress on the floor next to her.

“I haven't talked to Coach Jeanie yet, but you know how Dad gets..." Lottie told her cousin, rolling her eyes at the memory of her father’s stern phone call. "He blew up my phone asking about what had happened and if I was there, and after I fed him some bullshit story about how I wasn't even at the party he told me he'd get on it. Thank God I was with Kiki inside the cabin all night, because there is literally no trace of me at that party. Too bad we can't say the same thing about you…" the blonde commented with a mischievous little smirk. "How does it feel to be Meadow University's most desired bachelorette and having guys fight for your heart like old school gladiators?"

Mac, who had been rummaging through her closet looking for bedding, flipped her hair back dramatically, resting her chin on her shoulder looking back at Lottie with a smirk. “Oh how the tables have turned…” she laughed, bending down to put the fresh sheet on the mattress. Of course, she was talking about how all of the boys and girls of Crown Heights, their hometown, used to always chase after Lottie, and Mac was the one on the sidelines.

“Yeah, tell me about it…” the blonde chortled in amusement. She knew any other girl would probably be jealous at the attention Mac was getting-- or, more importantly, who’s attention she was getting. But Lottie couldn’t be jealous even if she tried. About time worthy guys finally took notice of how amazing her cousin was and wanted to woo her! God only knew how much she deserved the world and more. “But don’t try and skirt around the question, babe! What’s your take on all of it?”

As she smoothed the sheet free of any wrinkles, Mac sighed. “Honestly it’s mostly just annoying…” she looked up at her cousin with a frown. “They both are acting like children… Like I’m some sort of… Trophy or some dumb shit.”. Truth be told, she felt like a clichéd basic bitch from a Netflix rom-com. But the way Cassian and Theo acted at the bash was not something she was used to, and it irritated her more than anything else. Another sigh escaped her as she got up to sit next to Lottie, resting her head on her cousin’s shoulder. “If you only knew how many times I wished this would happen when we were growing up…” she commented, staring at nothing in particular. “Now… I don’t know if I like it.” she continued.

Charlotte wrapped her arms around her cousin. She could tell this whole Cass VS Theo was starting to overwhelm Mac, so she wanted to return the favor and help the girl sort out her feelings. Not to mention that inserting herself in her cousin’s drama was an excellent distraction from her own failed relationship. "Is it because you don't like either of them? Or does it just make you feel weird because you're not used to the attention and all that?"

When she was let go from the embrace Mac slumped back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know…” she closed her eyes, deep in thought. “I guess it’s a bit of both?” she turned her head so she could look at Lottie. “Cassian is very hot… But there’s something that just bothers me about how he carries himself-- plus, he’s a smug asshole! On the other hand, Theo is just so hard to figure out, but he has always made me feel like. Good.” Mac grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it. “And now the whole junior class probably hates me... “ her frustrated voice emanated from under the pillow.

Charlotte couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Who the hell is going to hate you?” she questioned, grabbing the decorative pillow nearest to her and slamming it across the one Mac had on her face for her completely baseless comment. “You weren’t the one who leaked the video to the school, right?”

Ripping the pillow off her face, Mac sat up again. “No… but I was heavily featured! Whatever, it’s not like I actually care what people here think. It’s just that Dad has thrown a hissy fit like he always does. I guess it has me stressed out...” she admitted.

“Okay, then let’s move back to a better topic: the brave warriors after your virgin little heart,” Lottie jokingly interjected as she perched herself on Mac’s stomach, hoping that the change in subject would entertain and distract them both from the current stresses they were facing. “If you were to pick one of those boys to pop your cherry, which one would you choose and why?”

“Okay, first of all... Gross.” she made a face. “Second of all! Who said I even want one of them to… ‘pop my cherry’?” she huffed. “Especially after the stunt they pulled!” she became quiet. When she actually thought about it, she couldn’t help but imagining Cassian at one of his swim competitions, shirtless… In a speedo... As quickly as the image entered her mind the girl shook her head to get rid of it.

“Don’t be such a prude, MacKenna!” Lottie scolded her cousin, lightly elbowing the Asian girl’s side. “I would give anything to have a big daddy like Cassian fighting over me like he did for you. Don’t get me wrong: I absolutely adore Kiki to death. That’s my man and nobody can change that. But have you seen Cassian Lee?! I swear I would get reconstructive surgery down there so he could pop my cherry all over again and I can brag to everyone about it.”

“Ew…” was the only thing Mac could get out after her cousin’s salacious speech. “Like I said, they both have qualities that could justify giving them a second chance...” she said, letting out a groan while smoothing out her baby hairs that had escaped her ponytail.

“Here’s my advice-” the blonde offered, taking on a serious tone now. “Give both of them a shot. You’re a very single, very independent young woman with no ties to either of them and absolutely nothing to lose. I say, you go on at least one date with each of them, get to know them separately and all that, and then based on that you can either pick the one you vibed better with or send both them on their merry way. Sometimes first impressions can be misleading, so you get a better chance of seeing someone’s true intentions in private.”

“I have a better question! Who would you pick for your fair chamber maiden?”

Charlotte turned her face so she could stare at her cousin. “What’s a chamber maiden?” she asked blankly, visibly confused by the question.

“Nevermind…” Mack waved her hand in the air, rolling her eyes. “Maybe you’re right…” she mused. “I’ll give them both a chance to get into this Asian persuasion!” she declared, laughing at herself for how ridiculous she sounded.

“That’s the spirit!” Lottie cheerfully cried out in encouragement, laughing right along with Mac and shifting her position around the bed so that she could effectively tackle the dark-haired girl. “Now go to the kitchen and make me something to eat! I’m your guest in this place, and I am starving!”

“Fuck you!” she cackled as she got up, leading their way into the kitchen.

Topic of the Day/Week/Whatever

"What is your biggest roleplay pet peeve(s)?"

@HaleyTheRandom

I have a whole damn list girl LOL:

🚫 F L A K I N G !!!
🚫 Lack of communication
🚫 Ghosting
🚫 Not adding to the plot/subplot/rp
🚫 Lack of or little OOC talk, be it for 1x1s or groups.
🚫 Favoring one character over others when playing multiple in the same rp.
🚫 Not reading/skimming fellow writers' posts or the OOC information.
🚫 Being asked questions that are clearly answered in the OOC, a character sheet, or a post.
🚫 Backseat GMing.

Project Untamed

_{Interacting With: Leo @Melissa | Samuel @BitchTheFuck | Dwayne @Ejected
Mentions: Theodore @spooner | Wesley @GhostMami | Frankie @spooner | Quinn @Filthy Mudblood | Zakya @Ejected | Hana @Kitty}
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After greeting Samuel and grabbing her own protein-packed breakfast, Soleil followed her two friends to the preselected table and took a seat next to Leo. She didn’t notice how truly hungry she was until the sights and smells of her plate hit her nostrils, and it showed in the way she practically scarfed down her food. She’d been taking the last bite of her toast when Theodore Wallstrom walked into the cafeteria in all of his shirtless, chiseled and glowing glory.

Shady’s throat immediately became dry, her breath getting caught in her chest while her closed thighs tightened up. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t take her eyes off him, allowing Frankie and Sol's 'best friend' Quinn to go unnoticed as they walked behind them. She watched as he grabbed his own breakfast tray, took a seat at a nearby table and stroke conversation with his friend Wesley, and not long after his booming laugh was reaching Sol's ears. Suddenly, the events of the past night began to play in the young woman's head once again, but this time bringing a crucial detail back to the surface-

“He was naked.” Sol mindlessly blurted out without thinking, her green eyes the size of saucers. “Yesterday. At the pool. I thought we’d just stripped down to our underwear, but I forgot that he’d kicked off his boxers before I went in. Holy shit, he was fucking nak-” she stopped in her tracks as she watched the scene unfolding before her eyes.

It was as if an animal instinct had taken control of Soleil’s mind and body. The whole world was now under a red-stained filter, but her tunnel vision was centered on the way this girl was very obviously flirting with the ‘close friend’ she so desperately wanted. Her strong hands suddenly clenched themselves up into fists, nails digging so hard into her palms there would be crescent moons behind. The tiger green eyes burned like the sun now, her brows coming together in a deep scowl. And her beautiful face was transformed into a menacing scowl: wide nostrils, lip raised, teeth bared and a low, guttural growl.

Suddenly, slow-motion images of a large tiger leaping towards a peacock began to flash before her eyes. The striped animal was determinately rushing towards the colorful bird, who panickedly tried to make its escape… But it was far too late. The larger animal had pounced, sinking its sharp teeth into the base of the peacock’s neck and ripping it apart from the rest of its body. Crimson blood stained the feline’s fangs, and the decapitated bird’s head now hung limply on the proud tiger’s mouth-

The sound of Hana Jeong falling next to the table she shared with Sam and Leo pulled Shady away from the gruesome scene playing in her head. Before Sol could register what had happened, the girl was scrambling up and squirreling away, leaving her and her two friends almost shaking their heads.

"Well that was weird..." she heard Samuel said, but her attention to the table’s conversation was far gone.

“I need a moment,” the dark-haired girl brusquely declared, pushing the empty breakfast tray towards Leo and abruptly rising from her seat. “I’ll catch you guys later, ‘kay? Count me in for skipping the assembly, though. Text me the details of what we’ll do instead.” And with that, the young woman turned on her heel and rushed out of the cafeteria.

The hardest thing about keeping any type of relationship under wraps was not having the freedom to truly express what you really felt. For any regular person, this was a difficult but achievable task. But for a girl with Soleil’s temper, the challenge proved to be nearly impossible. The genetic anger inherited from both parents was always bubbling under the surface like scorching lava, boiling and waiting for the right trigger to make the volcano explode.

What intrigued her about this whole debacle was the newfound intensity of her emotions. Before San Agustin, exercise and breathing techniques were often enough to keep Sol level-headed most of the time. She released her negative feelings into the bags she punched, the weights she lifted, or the miles she ran. But lately, it seemed that no amount of physical activity could tame the overpowering feelings once they made themselves present. And frankly, it scared her to think that, one day, she could fly into a blind, mindless rage and cause any permanent or lethal damage to someone.

Lost as she was in these concerning thoughts, Shady failed to notice the direction in which she was going. It wasn’t until her lightly muscled arm and elbow sharply collided with that of another that the dark-haired girl’s attention was once again back in the present.

“Shit!” the girl muttered, rubbing the injured arm before realizing she’d literally bumped into none other than Dwayne Freeman. The very attractive young man was one of the very few people on her ‘cool list’, one of the best gym buddies she could ask for and one of those low-maintenance friends she knew she could count on despite not hanging out as much as they should. Huh. Maybe she should change that…

“Hey, D! Sorry about that, man. Didn’t really pay attention to where I was going. My bad!” she explained with an apologetic smile, her mood simmering down and her expression softening significantly.