AlteredTundra

Rosefell High.

Nathaniel "The Great" Blake

"I did it for the weed."

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I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel

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I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel

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Name

Harvey Nathaniel Blake III
_{↳Nate — The only acceptable name, though he also accepts the next one
Nate the Great — His idiotness’ highness’ official title and a name he’ll call himself when he thinks nobody is looking at him.
Harvey/Harv/Harvs — To him, this is the equivalent of calling someone a racial slur. He will get offended immediately and may say a lot of things at you that might not make any sense but it will be with passion!}

Age

17 going on 18, 12/31

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Femalesexual (“I’m straight for those without a sense of humor.”)

Relationship Status

Forever alone

Label

Some call him an idiot, some call him a jock, but if you were to ask Nate, he might give you something exactly like “Awesomely-Athletic Idiot!!!”

Appearance Details

• Hair: Light brown. Nate’s hair is kept mostly groomed and mostly combed to perfection; although some days it might just be left a shaggy mess like Nate’s life.
• Eyes: Brilliantly blue like a sapphire gem.
• Height & Weight: 6’2, 175lbs
• Body Type: Athletic enough. He is not unreasonably so but enough to seem healthy for all of the walking around he does.
• Clothing Style: When it comes to his fashion sense, Nate isn’t exactly fancy. Of course, he’s kind of poor, so he doesn’t have the option of being fancy. Even if he did, he wouldn’t because he’s somewhat of a simpleminded guy both in personality and what he wears. He’s casual to the max and wears whatever fits and feels comfortable. Above all else, he’s 100% about the #comfortlife. He has a closet full of jackets and single-colored shirts but only a few pairs of slacks and jeans. He gets them in bulk from the goodwill stores nearby and even the thrift store by his neighborhood had some interesting items of interest.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nope. None worth noting.

Personality

Warm-Hearted → Friendly → Polite → Fun-Loving → Wacky → Unpredictable → Goofy → Sensitive → Hopeless Romantic → Gullible

Nate isn’t the kind of person that everyone meets in their life. He doesn’t fit into just one circle. He’s an artist, a romantic (hopelessly so), he also plays sports. Nate is overtly friendly, will hug someone if he feels they need it, doesn’t mind giving someone a high five upon meeting them. Whether or not these gestures of friendship are well-received remains to be decided, but he’ll do them regardless (sometimes to himself so he doesn’t feel excluded). Truth be told, he’s weird like that but only because it covers up not wanting to be left alone nor hanging. He wouldn’t want to be left hanging so he doesn’t do it either.

He’s very introspective and wears his heart on his sleeve. Some might say that leaves him open to being taken advantage of, but to him, it's just Nathan Blake being as authentic as he possibly could. He smokes a lot of weed, so he’s mostly chill and laid back, which might open him up for a lot of companionships of varying kinds. As someone who is down to do whatever as long as it’s not going to require a lot of activity on his part, Nate is down for it. Though be warned! Nate can tend to be just a tad obnoxious and hard to deal with, especially if someone might take life or the actions of others a lot more seriously than they should.

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Biography

Harvey Nathaniel Blake III comes from a long line of military men and women with at least 90% of his family on both sides having served in one branch of the military, whether its army, navy, or marines. So, one might understand that his upbringing came with a certain amount of rigid law and order. Having spent most of his childhood throughout the world due to his father being shipped all around the world, he never found himself able to make friends long enough for it to matter. His father serves with the U.S. Army and, though his mother no longer serves, she used to be with the Army as well as a field medic.

Now, as they have been in Columbus, Ohio for nearly three years, Nathan has been able to make friends. At some point during his life, his parents drifted apart and Nathan lives in a two-bedroom house with his mother, Fiona and younger sister, Patricia.

His father still serves so even though his parents spit up and divorced, he rarely gets to see his father. Fiona is a nurse so she works a lot, which makes Nate the man of the house (literally), which puts a lot of pressure on him and has even gotten to the point where Trish had to grow up a bit too. Despite being three years younger than him, Trish has been the “adult”, what with Nate being too high to function sometimes and their mother being away at work most of the time. Nate, of course, did his part but only he could do so much. Luckily for him and his sister, they lived close to corner markets and there was a high school near their house, so anything they needed was within walking distance.

Family

Harvey Nathaniel Blake Jr portrayed by Jim Caviezel // 55 // Father // Captain with the US Army, stationed whereabouts unknown. "I haven't seen dad in a couple of years. Last I remember, mom said he was stationed in Florida but that was a long time ago."
Fiona Adrienne Blake (nee. Rossi) portrayed by Sandra Bullock // 51 // Mother // Nurse at Columbus General Hospital. "Mom has essentially been my rock since she and dad divorced and she got custody over me and Trish but boy does she work a lot."
Hannah Lenore Blake portrayed by Maia Mitchell // 24 // Older Sister // Med Student at Stanford, University. "Hannah is away too. She's following in mom's footsteps but she's more interested in becoming an actual doctor and not just a nurse like mom is."
Patricia Josephine Blake portrayed by Kaylee Bryant // 14 // Younger Sister // Freshman at Rosefell High. "Adorable little sister quit upstaging me. You're making it very hard for me to set the bar low for everyone!"

Misc.

Grant Gustin| Cerulean (#007ba7)
✋ Nate has this thing where he will constantly refer to himself as great, sometimes going as far as to call himself "Nate the Great" to either build himself if people are clowning on him or just to make himself feel better if something bad happens.

✋ Nate is prone to spontaneous high fives and or hugs. What this means is he'll hug or high five someone. Should they deny him, he'll do it to himself. Never leave a bro hanging.

✋ Despite his build, he is actually quite athletic and plays sports. His three are soccer, football, baseball in which he has the goalie, backup runningback, and catcher positions respectfully.

✋ You might as well call him a stoner too because he smokes -- or eats, he doesn't care -- a lot of weed. He does it so he can cope with his anxiety and stress at home (nothing major just usual teenager stuff).

✋ Nate isn't a professional photographer nor does he have the skills of that Alex kid, but he loves taking pictures and regularly takes selfies of himself and others. His favorite thing is to photobomb, although other people are probably not as much of a fan of it he is. #saycheese

✋ Due to his strained relationship with his father and general lack of respect for authority, Nate regularly breaks rules, which only enhances his need to go on wild adventures. That being said, he does try to follow at least some rules ...so that he can break them the next time around. #multitaskingftw

✋ Rainy days. They are a huge damper on his good vibes, which he loves so much!

✋ Math and English might as well be his worst enemies because he can't seem to get along with them one bit.

I miss Chirstmas. :(

Meadow University

_{School Colors: Cornflower Blue & Forest Green || Discord Server}

Welcome Back, _____________

If you are receiving this letter, then congratulations! You are among one-hundred of thousands who returning to Meadows University, located in the beautiful Meadow View, Vermont. You have been accepted into this prestigious ivy league school for one of three reasons.

The first reason might be due to the fact you are a legacy, the child of someone -- granted, one who had honors -- but one of our esteemed alumni. We accept ten legacies per year and if you are one of them, then consider that a high honor. The legacies are held to higher standards of following the rigid rules our university has for every student and faculty member.

The second reason is that, despite some questionable marks and activities you might have engaged in high school, you come from wealth and lots of it -- enough for us to overlook your less-than exemplary academic performances. Meadow University benefits from consistent donations and if you fall under this category of students, then your family has donated well.

And now, the third reason you might be receiving this letter: you are the perfect academic student. The sort of person this school needs. Do not be mistaken: you are not less than anyone else. You have worked hard and put in all of the hours made available to you. Your marks in your studies, time put for extracurricular, and voluntary work has finally paid off. Your “(enter gender here) with a plan” mentality has rewarded you with admission as one of our Scholarship Students.

Rejoice! You are now among a higher class. Meadow Academy welcomes you with open arms! May it provide you with a once in a lifetime experience that you’ll never forget.

Respectfully yours,
Headmistress Emelia Beaumonte

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Hello and welcome to the College roleplay, Meadow University that is set in Meadow View, Vermont. The university the majority of the roleplay will take place at an Ivy League school, which should tell you a lot about what sort of college it is. That being said, it is known for being a bit of a party school (even if the administration tries their best to silences those rumors). This roleplay will center around a medium to large group of third-years who are one of three types of students: legacies, those who are children of alumni, trustfunds, those who are children of Meadow’s donors, and scholarship students, those who earned their spot at MU through hard work and perseverance.

The roleplay will start at the start of the second semester of the first year, so this will give players/writers some time to entertain possible relations. Alternatively, they could also be attending late. Your choice.

There will be a maximum of ten students per category (ten legacies, ten trustfunds, and ten scholarships).

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Meadow View is often regarded as a college town that caters itself specifically to the attention an Ivy League university brings. From the outside, it may appear to be small, especially when compared to other ivy league towns, but it is quite deceiving in that way. Being in Vermont, it is afforded the aesthetic of beautiful trees spread throughout its landscape, a few parks, a thriving marketplace and nightlife crowd. Additionally, there are various places of interest that students go when they have the time such as family homes and/or cabins in the mountains that surround Meadow View.

Meadow View houses several neighborhoods all ranging from middle class and upper middle class, a few schools for the locals, but for the most part, it does lend itself to the students so that they have a quiet and peaceful environment for their studies. That and the university is so large, there’s hardly a reason to be in actual town ...unless they have to.

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Being the cornerstone of Meadow View, the university that receives its namesake from the town is a beautiful campus surrounded by trees native to the green mountain state. It is a campus with a few buildings almost two hundred years old, which was around the time it was established. There have been expansions made over the years, of course, but of the buildings, the oldest that remain kept up to this day are the Administration Buildings and the Baptist Church. That and the marble fountain dead center of the campus, which has been known to be a regular relaxing spot for the students and faculty alike.

Since the beginning, as frequent presenting oneself in a respectable fashion has become tradition, so has the presence of sororities and fraternities. Of course, they’ve evolved with the times. They’ve gone from traditional groups of males and females living in peace to being an excuse for the young adults to let loose either before a major exam period or just to have a party for the sake of a party.

There are many places of interest around the campus from the dormitories, the library, respective fields dedicated to sports, a full gym, the Baptist Church for those with religious needs. For shopping needs, however, all one needs to do is go to Meadow View’s marketplace.

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Meadow University’s staff is comprised of over fifty professors and personnel that cover the vast amount of subjects and topics that the classes make up. They all range from former students to professors who have been employed at MU for over three decades. Tradition is somewhat of a consistent presence at Meadow University. Despite what their ages or genders might be, they all answer to one woman: Emelia Beaumont. She rules the school with an iron fist and might appear nice, but her rule is authoritative and she is probably the worst enemy for young college student who likes to party.

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• We are a character-driven roleplay, so expect for there to be a heavy emphasis on communication between your fellow players. This also means interactions with your characters in the IC. That will be just as important.
• At the least, writing expectations for this roleplay will be casual, so we expect at least two paragraphs per character.
• We will only allow three characters per player but you are in no way required to have all three from the get-go. We encourage that you only take on as many as you can handle.
• This roleplay will operate on biweekly deadlines, which will be enforced heavily by the GMs. This means you must have at least one post per character every 14 days. There will be an option for 3-day extensions that will be made three days before the set deadline.
  
  • Getting characters cleared for deadlines can happen either through collabs or solo posts. In the case of collabs, there must be at a decent contribution from the characters in it for it to qualify as a passable green light.
• Though gender ratios won’t be our top priority, we do ask that if you see too many of one gender, consider making a character of the opposite gender so that the ratio isn’t too out of whack.
• Consider making characters with flaws and complexities to them. Nobody wants to have a bunch of Christian Greys and Bella Swans running around.
• Machine-gun posting is fine if nobody else is posting, but if there are others wanting to post, please wait until two other writers (or two character posts) have been made before making another one.
• Collabs, while handy and encouraged, are not required. Use them as needed.
• Please communicate! if you need time off, tell the GMs! If you don't know what to do, talk to your fellow players! Communication is 9/10ths of the law of being a roleplayer.
• As proof that you’ve read the rules, put what your favorite rom-com movie is in your character sheet(s), or any RomCom you’ve seen.
• And of course! Please -- oh please! -- have fun in the roleplay. There's no point in joining if you're not doing it for fun!

Character Sheet

Character Nickname or Name

[center][img]Character Text Header[/img]
[img]Custom Aesthetic will be provided upon acceptance. As a placeholder, please use a picture of your Face Claim[/img][/center]
[color=]Name[/color]
[indent]First Middle Last[/indent]
[color=]Nickames[/color]
[indent]As many as you want or none at all![/indent]
[color=]Age[/color]
[indent]20-21[/indent]
[color=]Gender[/color]
[indent]Self-explanatory[/indent]
[color=]Year[/color]
[indent]You’re in your third year of college[/indent]
[color=]Reason of Admission[/color]
[indent]Is your character a legacy, trustfund, or scholar student[/indent]
[color=]Major[/color]
[indent]What is your character's major in college? You can have more than one. [/indent]
[color=]Sexuality[/color]
[indent]Self-explanatory[/indent]
[color=]Relationship Status[/color]
[indent]Self-explanatory[/indent]
[color=]Label[/color]
[indent]Jock, Thespian, Prep, Band Geek, you get it.[/indent]

[color=]Appearance Details[/color]
Can be paragraphs or bullets following this guideline:
[list][*][b]Hair:[/b] Color | Type | How it's usually styled or worn
[*][b]Eyes:[/b] Color
[*][b]Height:[/b] In feet and inches
[*][b]Body Type:[/b] Figure, build, etc.
[*][b]Clothing Style:[/b] Type of Fashion | Examples of clothing items they wear frequently or that can be found in their closet
[*][b]Makeup Wise:[/b] If applicable. If not feel free to delete.
[*][b]Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:[/b] Self-explanatory. Tattoos will only be allowed in characters that are 18 years of age.[/list]
[color=]Personality Traits[/color]
[indent]Positive and negative, as many as you want[/indent]
[color=]Upbringing Synopsis[/color]
[indent]1 or 2 paragraphs about your character and how they got to where they’re at today. [/indent]
[color=]Family[/color]
[indent]List of family members. A collage of images can be included[/indent]
[color=]Misc.[/color]
[indent]Face Claim | Color Code
Any extra things you want to say about your character that haven't been covered in the previous sections such as random (or not so random) facts about your character and headcanons.[/indent]

Reservation List
Remaining Female Roles:
Remaining Male Roles:
Legacies

• | Face Claim: KJ Apa | Color: Red Orange | Second/Third Generation Legacy Reserved by @Altered Tundra
• Madeleine Bonfamille | Face Claim: Loren Grey | Color: #FF69B4 | Second/Third Generation Legacy Reserved by @Dirty Pretty Lies
• Tiberius Nero Delamar | Face Claim: Andy Biersack | Color: #8DC73F | Unspecified Legacy Reserved by @HaleyTheRandom
• Jasper Viviona Delamar | Face Claim: Liz Gillies | Color: #BC8D8F | Unspecified Legacy Reserved by @HaleyTheRandom
• Bastién Bonfamille | Face Claim: Luke Powell | Color: #8f1900 | Second/Third Generation Legacy Reserved by @spooner
• Leonidas Ajani Windsor | Face Claim: Remi Otun | Color: some orange or red color | Unspecified Gen Legacy Reserved by @Amore
• Unknown Male Name | Face Claim: Unknown | Color: Unknown | Unspecified Gen Legacy Reserved by @Otterpop

Trustfund

• Unknown Female | Face Claim: Unknown | Color: Unknown | Trustfund (Unknown fortune) Reserved by @Altered Tundra
• Lola Russo| Face Claim: Charly Jordan | Color: #E2404E | Trustfund Reserved by @Dirty Pretty Lies
• Unknown Name | Face Claim: Hwang Hyunjin | Color: Dark Blue/Black/Grey | Trustfund (Unknown Fortune) Reserved by @Amore
• Unknown Name | Face Claim: Unknown | Color: Unknown | Trustfund (Unknown Fortune) Reserved by @RumikoOhara
• Juniper “Junie” Baby MacMillan | Face Claim: Laura Gwyneth Butler | Trustfund (MacMillian Fortune) Reserved by @TootsiePop
• Unnamed Female Character | Face Claim: Sharon Alexie | Color: Unknown | Trustfund (Martin Fortune) Reserved by @Ejected

Scholarship

• Charlotte Diedrickson | Face Claim: Jordyn Jones | Color: #FF00FF | Sports Scholarship (Tennis) Reserved by @Dirty Pretty Lies
• Unnamed | Face Claim: Cynthia Nabozny | Color: Unknown | Unspecified Scholarship Reserved by @HaleyTheRandom
• MacKenna Diedrikson Varma | Face Claim: Yoon Young Bae | Color: #7ab085 | Academic Scholarship Reserved by @spooner
• Jade Scott | Face Claim: Mallory Pugh | Color: #9F1F19 | Sports Scholarship (Soccer) Reserved by @NeoAJ
• Kieran O'Connor | Face Claim: Brock O'Hurn | Color: Some sky blue. Newfie blue | Sports Scholarship (Hockey) Reserved by @NeoAJ
• Lance Parker Page | Face Claim: James Scully| Color: Unknown | Creative Scholarship (Fashion Design)Reserved by @TootsiePop
• Unknown Name | Face Claim: Unknown | Color Unknown | Unspecified Scholarship Reserved by @Bee
• Unknown Female Name | Face Claim: Kai Bottcher | Color: Unknown | Unspecified Scholarship Reserved by @Otterpop

Rosefell High: Now Accepting Applications.

Rosefell High.

@HaleyTheRandom @Dirty Pretty Lies

Nathaniel "The Great" Blake

"I did it for the weed."

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I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel

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I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel

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Name

Harvey Nathaniel Blake III
_{↳Nate — The only acceptable name, though he also accepts the next one
Nate the Great — His idiotness’ highness’ official title and a name he’ll call himself when he thinks nobody is looking at him.
Harvey/Harv/Harvs — To him, this is the equivalent of calling someone a racial slur. He will get offended immediately and may say a lot of things at you that might not make any sense but it will be with passion!}

Age

17 going on 18, 12/31

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Femalesexual (“I’m straight for those without a sense of humor.”)

Relationship Status

Forever alone

Label

Some call him an idiot, some call him a jock, but if you were to ask Nate, he might give you something exactly like “Awesomely-Athletic Idiot!!!”

Appearance Details

• Hair: Light brown. Nate’s hair is kept mostly groomed and mostly combed to perfection; although some days it might just be left a shaggy mess like Nate’s life.
• Eyes: Brilliantly blue like a sapphire gem.
• Height & Weight: 6’2, 175lbs
• Body Type: Athletic enough. He is not unreasonably so but enough to seem healthy for all of the walking around he does.
• Clothing Style: When it comes to his fashion sense, Nate isn’t exactly fancy. Of course, he’s kind of poor, so he doesn’t have the option of being fancy. Even if he did, he wouldn’t because he’s somewhat of a simpleminded guy both in personality and what he wears. He’s casual to the max and wears whatever fits and feels comfortable. Above all else, he’s 100% about the #comfortlife. He has a closet full of jackets and single-colored shirts but only a few pairs of slacks and jeans. He gets them in bulk from the goodwill stores nearby and even the thrift store by his neighborhood had some interesting items of interest.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nope. None worth noting.

Personality

Warm-Hearted → Friendly → Polite → Fun-Loving → Wacky → Unpredictable → Goofy → Sensitive → Hopeless Romantic → Gullible

Nate isn’t the kind of person that everyone meets in their life. He doesn’t fit into just one circle. He’s an artist, a romantic (hopelessly so), he also plays sports. Nate is overtly friendly, will hug someone if he feels they need it, doesn’t mind giving someone a high five upon meeting them. Whether or not these gestures of friendship are well-received remains to be decided, but he’ll do them regardless (sometimes to himself so he doesn’t feel excluded). Truth be told, he’s weird like that but only because it covers up not wanting to be left alone nor hanging. He wouldn’t want to be left hanging so he doesn’t do it either.

He’s very introspective and wears his heart on his sleeve. Some might say that leaves him open to being taken advantage of, but to him, it's just Nathan Blake being as authentic as he possibly could. He smokes a lot of weed, so he’s mostly chill and laid back, which might open him up for a lot of companionships of varying kinds. As someone who is down to do whatever as long as it’s not going to require a lot of activity on his part, Nate is down for it. Though be warned! Nate can tend to be just a tad obnoxious and hard to deal with, especially if someone might take life or the actions of others a lot more seriously than they should.

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Biography

Harvey Nathaniel Blake III comes from a long line of military men and women with at least 90% of his family on both sides having served in one branch of the military, whether its army, navy, or marines. So, one might understand that his upbringing came with a certain amount of rigid law and order. Having spent most of his childhood throughout the world due to his father being shipped all around the world, he never found himself able to make friends long enough for it to matter. His father serves with the U.S. Army and, though his mother no longer serves, she used to be with the Army as well as a field medic.

Now, as they have been in Columbus, Ohio for nearly three years, Nathan has been able to make friends. At some point during his life, his parents drifted apart and Nathan lives in a two-bedroom house with his mother, Fiona and younger sister, Patricia.

His father still serves so even though his parents spit up and divorced, he rarely gets to see his father. Fiona is a nurse so she works a lot, which makes Nate the man of the house (literally), which puts a lot of pressure on him and has even gotten to the point where Trish had to grow up a bit too. Despite being three years younger than him, Trish has been the “adult”, what with Nate being too high to function sometimes and their mother being away at work most of the time. Nate, of course, did his part but only he could do so much. Luckily for him and his sister, they lived close to corner markets and there was a high school near their house, so anything they needed was within walking distance.

Family

Harvey Nathaniel Blake Jr portrayed by Jim Caviezel // 55 // Father // Captain with the US Army, stationed whereabouts unknown. "I haven't seen dad in a couple of years. Last I remember, mom said he was stationed in Florida but that was a long time ago."
Fiona Adrienne Blake (nee. Rossi) portrayed by Sandra Bullock // 51 // Mother // Nurse at Columbus General Hospital. "Mom has essentially been my rock since she and dad divorced and she got custody over me and Trish but boy does she work a lot."
Hannah Lenore Blake portrayed by Maia Mitchell // 24 // Older Sister // Med Student at Stanford, University. "Hannah is away too. She's following in mom's footsteps but she's more interested in becoming an actual doctor and not just a nurse like mom is."
Patricia Josephine Blake portrayed by Kaylee Bryant // 14 // Younger Sister // Freshman at Rosefell High. "Adorable little sister quit upstaging me. You're making it very hard for me to set the bar low for everyone!"

Misc.

Grant Gustin| Cerulean (#007ba7)
✋ Nate has this thing where he will constantly refer to himself as great, sometimes going as far as to call himself "Nate the Great" to either build himself if people are clowning on him or just to make himself feel better if something bad happens.

✋ Nate is prone to spontaneous high fives and or hugs. What this means is he'll hug or high five someone. Should they deny him, he'll do it to himself. Never leave a bro hanging.

✋ Despite his build, he is actually quite athletic and plays sports. His three are soccer, football, baseball in which he has the goalie, backup runningback, and catcher positions respectfully.

✋ You might as well call him a stoner too because he smokes -- or eats, he doesn't care -- a lot of weed. He does it so he can cope with his anxiety and stress at home (nothing major just usual teenager stuff).

✋ Nate isn't a professional photographer nor does he have the skills of that Alex kid, but he loves taking pictures and regularly takes selfies of himself and others. His favorite thing is to photobomb, although other people are probably not as much of a fan of it he is. #saycheese

✋ Due to his strained relationship with his father and general lack of respect for authority, Nate regularly breaks rules, which only enhances his need to go on wild adventures. That being said, he does try to follow at least some rules ...so that he can break them the next time around. #multitaskingftw

✋ Rainy days. They are a huge damper on his good vibes, which he loves so much!

✋ Math and English might as well be his worst enemies because he can't seem to get along with them one bit.

I miss Chirstmas. :(

that's so meta || character storage thread

Nathaniel "The Great" Blake

"I did it for the weed."

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I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel

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I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel

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Name

Harvey Nathaniel Blake III
_{↳Nate — The only acceptable name, though he also accepts the next one
Nate the Great — His idiotness’ highness’ official title and a name he’ll call himself when he thinks nobody is looking at him.
Harvey/Harv/Harvs — To him, this is the equivalent of calling someone a racial slur. He will get offended immediately and may say a lot of things at you that might not make any sense but it will be with passion!}

Age

17 going on 18, 12/31

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Femalesexual (“I’m straight for those without a sense of humor.”)

Relationship Status

Forever alone

Label

Some call him an idiot, some call him a jock, but if you were to ask Nate, he might give you something exactly like “Awesomely-Athletic Idiot!!!”

Appearance Details

• Hair: Light brown. Nate’s hair is kept mostly groomed and mostly combed to perfection; although some days it might just be left a shaggy mess like Nate’s life.
• Eyes: Brilliantly blue like a sapphire gem.
• Height & Weight: 6’2, 175lbs
• Body Type: Athletic enough. He is not unreasonably so but enough to seem healthy for all of the walking around he does.
• Clothing Style: When it comes to his fashion sense, Nate isn’t exactly fancy. Of course, he’s kind of poor, so he doesn’t have the option of being fancy. Even if he did, he wouldn’t because he’s somewhat of a simpleminded guy both in personality and what he wears. He’s casual to the max and wears whatever fits and feels comfortable. Above all else, he’s 100% about the #comfortlife. He has a closet full of jackets and single-colored shirts but only a few pairs of slacks and jeans. He gets them in bulk from the goodwill stores nearby and even the thrift store by his neighborhood had some interesting items of interest.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nope. None worth noting.

Personality

Warm-Hearted → Friendly → Polite → Fun-Loving → Wacky → Unpredictable → Goofy → Sensitive → Hopeless Romantic → Gullible

Nate isn’t the kind of person that everyone meets in their life. He doesn’t fit into just one circle. He’s an artist, a romantic (hopelessly so), he also plays sports. Nate is overtly friendly, will hug someone if he feels they need it, doesn’t mind giving someone a high five upon meeting them. Whether or not these gestures of friendship are well-received remains to be decided, but he’ll do them regardless (sometimes to himself so he doesn’t feel excluded). Truth be told, he’s weird like that but only because it covers up not wanting to be left alone nor hanging. He wouldn’t want to be left hanging so he doesn’t do it either.

He’s very introspective and wears his heart on his sleeve. Some might say that leaves him open to be taken advantage of, but to him it's just Nathan Blake being as authentic as he possibly could. He smokes a lot of weed, so he’s mostly chill and laid back, which might open him up for a lot of companionships of varying kinds. As someone who is down to do whatever as long as it’s not going to require a lot of activity on his part, Nate is down for it. Though be warned! Nate can tend to be just a tad obnoxious and hard to deal with, especially if someone might take life or the actions of others a lot more seriously than they should.

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Biography

Harvey Nathaniel Blake III comes from a long line of military men and women with at least 90% of his family on both sides having served in one branch of the military, whether its army, navy, or marines. So, one might understand that his upbringing came with a certain amount of rigid law and order. Having spent most of his childhood throughout the world due to his father being shipped all around the world, he never found himself able to make friends long enough for it to matter. His father serves with the U.S. Army and, though his mother no longer serves, she used to be with the Army as well as a field medic.

Now, as they have been in Columbus, Ohio for nearly three years, Nathan has been able to make friends. At some point during his life, his parents drifted apart and Nathan lives in a two-bedroom house with his mother, Fiona and younger sister, Patricia.

His father still serves so even though his parents spit up and divorced, he rarely gets to see his father. Fiona is a nurse so she works a lot, which makes Nate the man of the house (literally), which puts a lot of pressure on him and has even gotten to the point where Trish had to grow up a bit too. Despite being three years younger than him, Trish has been the “adult”, what with Nate being too high to function sometimes and their mother being away at work most of the time. Nate, of course, did his part but only he could do so much. Luckily for him and his sister, they lived close to corner markets and there was a high school near their house, so anything they needed was within walking distance.

Family

Harvey Nathaniel Blake Jr portrayed by Jim Caviezel // 55 // Father // Captain with the US Army, stationed whereabouts unknown. "I haven't seen dad in a couple of years. Last I remember, mom said he was stationed in Florida but that was a long time ago."
Fiona Adrienne Blake (nee. Rossi) portrayed by Sandra Bullock // 51 // Mother // Nurse at Columbus General Hospital. "Mom has essentially been my rock since she and dad divorced and she got custody over me and Trish but boy does she work a lot."
Hannah Lenore Blake portrayed by Maia Mitchell // 24 // Older Sister // Med Student at Stanford, University. "Hannah is away too. She's following in mom's footsteps but she's more interested in becoming an actual doctor and not just a nurse like mom is."
Patricia Josephine Blake portrayed by Kaylee Bryant // 14 // Younger Sister // Freshman at Rosefell High. "Adorable little sister quit upstaging me. You're making it very hard for me to set the bar low for everyone!"

Misc.

Grant Gustin| Cerulean (#007ba7)
✋ Nate has this thing where he will constantly refer to himself as great, sometimes going as far as to call himself "Nate the Great" to either build himself if people are clowning on him or just to make himself feel better if something bad happens.

✋ Nate is prone to spontaneous high fives and or hugs. What this means is he'll hug or high five someone. Should they deny him, he'll do it to himself. Never leave a bro hanging.

✋ Despite his build, he is actually quite athletic and plays sports. His three are soccer, football, baseball in which he has the goalie, backup runningback, and catcher positions respectfully.

✋ You might as well call him a stoner too because he smokes -- or eats, he doesn't care -- a lot of weed. He does it so he can cope with his anxiety and stress at home (nothing major just usual teenager stuff).

✋ Nate isn't a professional photographer nor does he have the skills of that Alex kid, but he loves taking pictures and regularly takes selfies of himself and others. His favorite thing is to photobomb, although other people are probably not as much of a fan of it he is. #saycheese

✋ Due to his strained relationship with his father and general lack of respect for authority, Nate regularly breaks rules, which only enhances his need to go on wild adventures. That being said, he does try to follow at least some rules ...so that he can break them the next time around. #multitaskingftw

✋ Rainy days. They are a huge whomper on his good vibes, which he loves so much!

✋ Math and English might as well be his worst enemies because he can't seem to get along with them one bit.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Kavi’s morning so far had been, for the most part, uninteresting. Save for some breakfast in the cafeteria and brief conversations with some people asking about his winter break, it’s mostly been himself since his sister abruptly left their intense conversation about what was happening at home. Not that he blamed her. In a moment of reflection, Kavi understood just how hard it was for his younger sister to cope with. It also didn’t help things that he was being unreasonably cruel with her and expecting too much from someone who was processing some terrible news after less than twelve hours of hearing it.

As he strolled through the halls of King’s, his train of thought was entirely focused on the very situation at home and he didn’t feel his phone vibrate in his jacket pocket. He felt it, of course, but he wasn’t in the frame of mind to check it, which meant whoever texted him would have to wait.

Kavi’s walking brought him temporarily to his locker and he put some of his things in his backpack inside it -- mainly folders he didn’t need until classes a couple of hours from now. Once he closed it and began to walk to his first class, since he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone right now, that plan came to a speeding halt as he heard a familiar voice call out to him. The voice was female and it carried, so how could he not turn around to greet his friend.

“April,” Kavi said, acknowledging her and her always-growing mini-foster inside her. He could have sworn she wasn’t this big before the break but those three weeks spent away from each other made it apparent that she wasn’t far from bringing that girl into this world (yeah, Kavi saw the story about the gender reveal). “What can I do for you?” He asked.

And in typical April Foster fashion, she sped right through her words, most of which Kavi wasn’t able to follow but once he adjusted to her speed, he got the gist of what she said. When she apologized about that kiss, Kavi couldn’t help but laugh. It was no secret that this kiss changed a lot of lives but mostly Kavi’s relationship life with Ariel. They had since made up, but it wasn’t public knowledge yet. The only people who knew were those closest to the two lovebirds.

“It’s okay. A lot of things happened that night--” Kavi’s response was abruptly cut short (what was up with that today?) as he both heard Ariel speak as she joined the two but his hand became locked with hers, making it abundantly clear that Ariel was, in a sense, marking her territory on the tree that was Kavi Salvador. “Yeah, we’re back together, so no harm done!” He smiled as he greeted his girlfriend with a kiss. “Hey babe, you look good!”

With his greeting complete, Kavi turned his attention to the box in question, which Ariel asked about. Kavi was kind of curious about that himself. “April was just about to tell me, I think,” Kavi said to Ariel.

Despite how much he wished she didn’t explain -- especially in the way April said it -- what she said made it clear to the young man what was in the box. Looking at the shape and how it seemed to appear gave Kavi ideas, but what April said about the kiss and damage in ‘more than one way’ was pretty obvious to him. “Oh you shouldn’t have!” Kavi smiled, though quickly retracted it from his face when he spotted Ariel’s glare/insecure hybrid expression. “I mean, this must have set you back a pretty penny.”

Oh, how he wanted to desperately accept it, but a few things were eating at him. Ariel’s feelings were what had been eating at him the most but also how he wouldn’t feel right accepting her gift. Again, Ariel’s feelings played a part in that.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

_{Guilty All The Same — Linkin Park (feat. Rakim) — The Hunting Party
WORDS, WORDS, WORDS (Studio Version) — Bo Burnham — WORDS, WORDS, WORDS
Stratosphere (Acoustic Version) — Eyeshine — Like Yesterday
Two — Ron Pope — Whatever it Takes
Incipiens Ad Finem — Black Veil Brides — Vale
Desert Nights — Silverstein — I Am Alive In Everything I Touch
Forever — Joyner Lucas — (508)5072209
Summer's Gone — Maria Lynn — Summer's Gone
Fade — Alan Walker — Different World
RANT — Bo Burnham — WORDS, WORDS, WORDS}

Sentaku

_{Collab with @Infinite Cosmos}

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While he was scanning the crowd for his squadmates, Satoru spots a familiar chakra signature. Shimo Jiren. He smirked and started walking over, sifting himself through the gathering crowd.

“Oi. Ice boy. Who would have thought they let you join the exams this year? What with your scores and all, I would have thought they would hold you back another year in the fears of you getting killed too quickly…” Satoru said, with his arms folded behind his back.

While he was insulting the other boy, Satoru had his guard up. He was reading for any and all chakra fluctuations. One move and Satoru strikes. He needs to establish his position with anyone that may be watching and taking notes.

“Sato,” Ren minimally said, only giving Satoru as little of his actual attention. The rest of it was focused on finding actual worthy opponents. Ren examined Satoru for all of five seconds. They were short and produced nothing worth any further attention. “If you wouldn’t mind, but I don’t have the time nor the patience to entertain your limited intelligence. So, please, if you will, go find someone else to annoy.” Ren characteristically dismissed the blonde boy. Usually, he would be all over Sato for his comments, but Ren was focused, which might seem weird for those who actually know him, but he wanted a real challenge, not some wannabe playing ninja.

“From what I remembered, I scored better than you in just about every exam we had to take up until now. Oh, wait. Not in stick fighting. That’s what your family is known for right? Fighting with sticks.” Satoru said, slightly irate. “And if I annoyed you so much, why don’t you make me stop? Put me out of commission. That way, you can take the test in peace and not worry about me, killing you, in the process?” Satoru replied with a smirk again.

In truth, he was itching for a fight, but he wants Jiren to be the one to strike first. The one who strikes first is always seen as the one that lost their temper…

Ren held his hands very close to the handles of his two swords, trying not to let his anger and impulses get the better of him. Shion-Sensei has been trying to help him with that. Was it working? Well, before he would have already made the first move and tried to decapitate Satoru, so the fact he hadn’t unsheathed his kodachis meant he’s come a long way. Still, the fact that Satoru was still trying to goat him on was taking its toll on his patience.

He inhaled deeply, reciting the wise words of his father Our Will of Fire is remaining cool. Those words echoed in his mind and he spoke them softly. “What you remember and what I have achieved is two severely different things, Satoru,” Ren corrected him. “Now, I’ll only say this one more time: Piss. Off.” Ren stared in a nearly-fierce, aggressive way. He wanted to make it clear that the next time Satoru opened his mouth about Ren or his clan was going to be the last time he could speak without a sword inserted down his throat.

Satoru showed that devious grin of his again. His plan was obviously working. “Awwwww. Is little Renny boy mad? Tell you what. Make me leave. Draw your swords, and make me leave. Otherwise, well, we all know what that results in.” Satoru said, quietly shifting back a half a step and welling up a little chakra around his hands.

Keep cool, keep cool, keep cool. Ren exercised his father’s wisdom and tried to put it to good use, but it was evident that Satoru was being quite adamant about getting him to react.

“Will of fire? What will? Your family, and using swords. That's about the least Ninja thing I’ve seen. Waving around a shiny metal stick. It practically screams ‘HEY, LOOK AT ME! I’M GOING TO TRY TO ATTACK YOU NOW’. There is no subtlety to it. No grace.” Satoru looked at Jiren with disdain. “Being a shinobi, is to accomplish one’s tasks without the enemies even knowing you’re there. Be in, be out, and be silent about it. Name one thing you can do with a sword that I can’t do with my fists!” Satoru exclaimed.

That should have done it. There is no way Jiren is going to let what Satoru just said slide. “Good. Let your anger get to you, as usual.” Satoru thought. “Attack me blindly with your sword and I’ll seal off the chakra flow to your arms…” Satoru continued to think of his battle strategy while waiting for Jiren to attack.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Returned to form

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

𝐌 𝐚 𝐫 𝐢 𝐬 𝐨 𝐥 , 𝐑 𝐲 𝐥 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 , & 𝐒 𝐨 𝐧 𝐧 𝐲
_{Collab with @Dirty Pretty Lies @TootsiePop @Altered Tundra}

With earbuds in and his thumbs hooked on the outside of his jean pockets, Ryland drowned the hustle and bustle of his surroundings with Oh My Darling Don’t Cry by Run the Jewels. His overused drumsticks poked out of his red Jansport backpack, which held his packed lunch from his Aunt, as well as cookies that she made for his friends. As he strode with this nonchalant swagger, his shoulders leveled, down, and relaxed, his cold eyes locked with others that walked past him, like it was a competition and the first one to avert their eyes were weaker.

A loser.

So far, he was winning and all those rushing to work, or trying to get a cup-of-joe before their adventurous, strenuous, and long day, were either too caught up with themselves or found it odd that a random kid had his unmoving brown pools deeply stabbing them with icy hostility. His two best friends knew he was in the area, but this would be the first he saw them since he arrived. They were busy. Whatever that meant in their case. He just hoped they’d be happy to see him.

It wasn’t like them to NOT see his texts, so he naturally assumed they were aware that he was heading over — he’d be damned if they headed to school without him. It wasn’t like he was in a rush to go, or anything. If he were in a rush, he would’ve parkoured to Sonny’s, but in truth, he could care less about his attendance and rep. It was his last semester and he doubted any of the teachers, and other pretentious, rich kids, would invest their time and energy with the ‘last-minute’ transfer. He did, however, want to see his friends. The people he truly connected with and understood he wasn’t a complete and utter fuck up.

Sure, he has friends in LA, but they weren’t anything with substance or depth. They weren’t the Misfits. Perhaps, he was judgemental and selective, or maybe he didn’t want to waste his time with people he knew from the get-go weren’t going to tough things out for the long haul. He didn’t need many people in his life that he trusted and gave his undying loyalty to. Ryland simply needed enough so that his mind rarely thought about being a lonely, piece-of-shit. Because let’s be real, he was a piece of shit. And he was lonely.

As long as he had the Misfits, he’d be okay, and that’s all that mattered. Especially Sonny and Marisol. As long as he had them, he’d never fully come to hate himself. Hate colors the soul, and the negative energy could race wildly within him, but because they check him, love him, and really fucking get him, the poison never spreads. The poison is there, waiting, like a sickness of the mind, and heart, for everything to go to shit and all those that he loves to disappear. But, as long as he has someone it won’t. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. Stopping in his tracks, after checking his wristwatch, he looked at the house in front of him and shrugged. He was here, finally.

And soon there came a series of knocks, which were loud enough to alert just about everyone in the house, which was also to say that only three occupied the Drake residence, the one who rushed to the door and met Ryland Aspen’s bored expression was probably not the person he was expecting. But, of course, had he known Sonny like he should (and especially in recent times), then for Ryland, it should come as no surprise that Sonny wasn’t who met him. A tall-ish blonde woman with the poise that put the First Lady to shame and a complexion that matched her pristine fashion sense stared the lanky young man down. It was to first gauge him, blue eyes studying him and seeing him. She tried to peel the layers with her intimidating gaze, coldly staring him down.

As dull as his expression was, Rye was usually taken aback when he saw who Sonny’s mother was. A gorgeous milf, with vixen eyes. No matter how many times this same scenario happens, where he comes knocking on the front door and she opens, he gets a full reminder of what this world has to offer. She was the type of woman that was so sexy, it was dangerous. Just imagine a lip-bite… he could. Without a doubt, she was someone that knew how to get her way and all she needed to do was give a gaze that could kill. Full of intensity and allure.

How the hell did his friend get so lucky?

At the moment she knew she had him, she gave him a smile. “And you must be Ryland.” Viola’s English accent was very present and she stepped to the side. “Sonny is upstairs. He should be finishing getting ready for school, but knowing my son…” She laughed, looking to Ryland once more. “Actually, I’ll just take you to him!” Viola had her moments of mischievous tendencies. Of course, she wasn’t near the levels of the two men in her life, but she certainly could pull one over them, such as leading Ryland with her as they both went upstairs to surprise Sonny.

Before Rye could give any sort of response, he was already being led to his friend’s room. He preferred being called Rye, but he knew Sonny’s mom was a special case and more often than not used proper etiquette, especially toward individuals she could barely remember. Which was weird, since he visits AT LEAST once a year, but then again, he was a sliver in her life and she was a busy woman, so maybe it wasn’t as weird as he thought it was, “Thanks, I guess.”

As they stopped in front of Sonny’s bedroom door, Viola heard some sort of commotion, so it was obvious he was awake. She was only slightly annoyed that he didn’t come to greet his dear friend, so she punished him by knocking on his door. Just a moment away from doing that, however and her phone went off. One quick glance and she saw it was an important business call she was waiting for. “Sorry, I have to take this. I’m sure you can get him out in time, right?” She didn’t wait to hear Ryland’s answer as she walked off, talking loudly into her phone.

With no chance for idle chat, the goddess had delivered him and then her phone went off. Without a second to waste, she sauntered away, out of sight, but not out of mind, to tend to her needs. Bringing his focus back to the door, having looked over his shoulder, to glance at her god-given gifts, Ryland reached for the knob and brought his attention to the matter at hand. The main reason he was here in the first place. His friends. With no hesitation, he flung the door open. “Dude, your dad’s one lucky son-of-a—”

At that exact moment, when the noise in Sonny’s room faded into a sharp silence, nothing could be done to roll back time to a few moments before Ryland had walked into Sonny’s room. Nothing could be done to allow the young man to unsee the sight of Sonny, half-naked, on top of an also half-naked, Marisol. Nothing could be said to possibly explain the more-than-compromising position the two were in, let alone try and explain it to their close friend.

So, what could happen? Sonny had no fucking clue, but the silence dealt more blows than anything he could say, so he would take whatever shot he had. “Oh, hey Rye. I thought you were going to wait downstairs.” Sonny immediately perked up, nervously grinning at Rye while signaling the petrified, wide-eyed Marisol to get up as soon as she could.

Surprise wasn’t an emotion Ryland took well. He hated surprise parties, he hated surprise visits, and he hated when people tried to surprise sneak up on him. Surprises were meant to be a good thing but only led to disappointment. The only reason why people did anything for a surprise was to get something out of it. It was an entirely selfish concept, which is why he hated it. This, though, was nothing like that feeling. This was worst. Far worse.

Even if the first fraction of the second held a similar feeling, where he had a complete inability to compute, the aftermath, where everything inside him shattered like glass, was nothing he felt before. It was like a collision had just happened in his chest. A violent shock that rammed into his most vulnerable wounds he thought he covered up so well.

In most cases, he would be explosive. That was his innate nature to throw a tantrum and yell, but behind his dejected stare and his emotionless expression, he redirected his thoughts. Away from what was in front of him. After grinding his teeth, he shifted his demeanor and let his lips rise into a faux smile. It wasn’t worth making a scene or overreacting. It wasn’t worth sharing how hurt he was, when they were in the middle of getting it on. It wasn’t worth confiding in them if they couldn’t share this.

It wasn’t worth it.

Casually, calmly, he ran his hand through his long, unruly waves and laughed it out, while avoiding eye contact, more out of respect for Marisol’s body than anything, “My bad, man. Your mom kind of just pulled me, you dig?” His gaze was distant, and by this point, they should both know this was something they needed to let sit. They needed to give him space right now, for their friend was a ticking time bomb. “Anyways! Don’t rush on my account.” He beamed a cheesy grin, before turning to the door, “I’ll wait. Downstairs.” He lied and left the room, not wasting any more time to hear their retort.

With Rye’s sudden departure, Sonny tried to get a word in -- both him and Marisol tried to -- but before a single word could be uttered, instead of trying to explain to Rye what he just walked into, the sound and image of his bedroom door literally being slammed in his face was all he was given; and in turn, left Sonny with the most expressionless expression he could muster.

Ryland was one of his closest friends. He wasn’t as close as Marisol was and he didn’t get to see him as often as he did Kavi and Stella, but if there was a top-five, Ryland cracked it easily. There was a sense of brotherhood there and a whole lot of trust. The history between his family, Rye’s, and Marisol's dates back to a time before any of them were even an afterthought. So, maybe seeing the other two halves of that long family history in present-day was too much of a shock?

“Shit.” That was all Sonny and Marisol could both say in unison.

After thinking in silence for about half a minute and trying to process just how quickly he skurted away. Sonny, of course, understood why. Given his change of scenery, consistency was exactly what he wanted right now. But at the same time, Sonny honestly felt Rye had overreacted. He knew it was a lot to take in all at once and Sonny tried to put himself in Ry’s shoes, but he just couldn’t.

He had enough of quiet reflecting and turned to Marisol. “I suppose that could have gone smoother,” he commented, taking a seat next to her on his bed. “I know we would have to break the news to him sooner or later, but I figured, you know, we’d at least get the chance to talk about it before …that.”

Mari, who had also been watched in horror as the events unfolded in front of her eyes, was rendered uncharacteristically speechless. She had known that telling their friends about their newly dating status was bound to bring them some snarky and disapproving comments, but this? The hurt and disappointment in Ryland’s face and the thought of everyone else reacting in the same disheartening manner made her rethink the decision she’d made on Christmas day.

It wasn’t until Sonny sat next to and addressed her that she found her voice again. “In our defense, we haven’t told anyone yet. But you know, since he didn't even give us a chance to say anything, we'll end up looking like the bad guys," she grumbled, frowning while she occupied herself with buttoning up her blouse. "This is so fucking annoying. It's too early for this shit."

Sonny found it reassuring they were on the same page. “Yeah, tell me about it.” Sonny sighed deeply as he tossed his shirt on and looked at Marisol. “So, what do you think the odds are he’s still downstairs? I don’t want to think that this was enough to get him to forget about riding with us, but Rye being Rye…” Sonny remembered his anger and how that sometimes blinded Rye from seeing to reason.

"The same odds I have of becoming America's Next Top Model," the short girl snickered, rising from her spot in the bed to stand in front of Sonny and fixing the collar of his shirt. "Son, do you think us dating is a good idea?" she asked her boyfriend. The worry in her face was evident in the way she avoided his gaze, even when she tried to not let it show.

He didn’t know what he was more annoyed at: Rye being Rye and overreacting, which in turn had negative effects on his two closest friends, or that these effects were working and forced doubt to creep into his girlfriend’s heart.

He sighed, looking at her. “Don’t you start that,” he warned her sternly. “Rye will come to terms one way or another, but I’m not going to let his overreaction get in the way of something that’s been nearly a year in the making,” he assured her, kissing her. “And for the record, you’d make an amazing Top Model. None of those starving human xylophones would stand a chance against you!”

Marisol couldn't help but laugh. There was no way she would even consider becoming one of the famished runway zombies of this day and age, but Sonny's confidence in her was still sweet. "I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I’ll stick to the surf and turf,” she answered, grabbing her school blazer from the floor and slipping it on. “And as much as I would love to stay here and avoid the world, I think we should get going. I couldn’t give a flying fuck, but the last thing we want is our folks getting worked up because we were late on the first day back.”

As much as he wanted to disagree and just lay in bed with her, Marisol was right, but more importantly, she wasn’t the only woman in this house who would get on his ass for being late on his first day back. Lord knows just how ruthless his mother could be, especially when he deliberately tried her limited patience. If there was ever someone who struck the fear of the Devil into his eyes, it was Viola Banks.

So as he rolled his eyes, giving her one last kiss, Sonny propped himself up and stretched as he did his best to loosen the joints in his body. Satisfied, he grabbed his bag and gestured Marisol to follow him. Just as they were about to head out and as Sonny opened his door, his mother was standing in front of it. Thankfully, Marisol was fast in hiding behind it.

“Sonny, I have to go into work a little earlier,” she informed him suddenly. “I might not be home until late, so do me a favor and try and not burn the house down. Your father might be home around the same time, so I wouldn’t wait up.” She sighed, looking at him. “And one more thing: try and put on a happy face for Ryland. He looked distraught for some reason.” She gave him a cheek kiss and walked away, leaving Sonny with a wave of information.

He closed the door somewhat and stared at Marisol, both of them probably feeling like their hearts were about to explode. “Holy fucking shit…” Sonny had to catch a breath. “I haven’t felt that type of excitement since your parents almost caught us last week.”

Now that she was sure the coast was clear, Mari was in a sudden fit of giggles. "I know, right?! I almost shit my pants when I heard her!" she snickered, doubling over in laughter while trying to catch her breath. "Fuck, man, at least it was Ry the one who walked in on us. We would be hanging by our toes from the ceiling if it had been your mom."

“You’d think I might be given the son discount but that mother of mine is fair and just in her punishment.” Sonny said that with the realization just how cruel his own mother was. “And that absolutely terrifies me.”

He sat on that thought for a good, long moment until he was able to shake it off and he led Marisol downstairs. He held her hand as they descended down the stairs. It didn’t even feel weird to do it so casually. For him, it felt as natural as breathing.

When they were downstairs, Sonny was optimistic and hopeful that despite Rye’s sudden disappearance from his room, that somehow he stuck around after cooling off; that maybe he was going to let the two of them explain. But, of course, when he saw that the only thing downstairs was the interior decor and a strong feminine presence in the air, the light of his optimism drained to the point where his shoulders slouched and he sighed.

“I can’t believe it. He actually left!”

“What else did you expect?” Mari snorted with a shrug. “He’s pissed. You know he doesn’t hang around when he’s pissed.”

Sonny shrugged as well. “I don’t know, a chance to properly explain? I figured he’d give us that much.” He lamented for a moment longer before shrugging it off and he threw his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys from a bowl on a pedestal near the door. “Forget it, let’s just get out of here.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” the girl said before running after Sonny, grabbing his hand and rushing out of the Drake-Banks home before they could get caught again.