AlteredTundra

Rosefell High.

As soon as she had started talking, Cami went into full attention mode. She tried not to stare but with her eyes dead set on just taking in the amazon that stood in front of her and Lud, she couldn’t help but do exactly that. Those blonde locks, eyes bluer than a clear sky on a summer afternoon, and just...everything that Aria had going on was hitting all of the right cords. She was obviously not out but Camila wasn’t an idiot. She picked up on things and there was something about the way Aria’s face lit up when she realized Cami was here.

But the question that should be asked was is Cami ready to put herself out there like Aria seems to be? Of course, she didn’t want to assume. Maybe she was reading all of the wrong queues and if she took a step forward in that general direction, she could be making a fool of herself. Or maybe she wasn’t misreading anything and she might be able to get some of her questions answered.

In the midst of her mentaldown, Camila realized that Ludvig just excused himself. “Wai--” She was cut off as he quickly excused himself. Not that she was entirely disappointed her best friend decided to leave her alone with Wonder Girl, the immense gut-wrenching feelings she was experiencing before increased nearly tenfold when the realization that it was just her and Aria set in.

And that absolutely terrified the usually confident, nearly-iron willed Camila DeLuca. “O-oh thanks! You look good too!” She smiled, brushing a few strands of her hair behind her left ear. “Oh, thank you but I think I’m set,” she looked at her half-empty cup. It wasn’t as full as she remembered. “So, how are you? I mean, with all of the preparations for the party, were you able to enjoy this week at all?” Camila was never good at small talk but she at least tried for the sake of moving past the incredibly awkward stage right exit that Ludvig took.

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How close was he really? Just how close was Ricky Quinn from smacking Alex’s camera out of his hands? It would be entertaining to say the least. It would put Alex in quite the dilemma. He wouldn't indulge himself as that one boy who takes everyone’s pictures. He would be left as exactly what Ricky said he was: a nobody. Sure, it might make certain people be wary of him more, but if there was one thing he didn’t care about, it was their opinions. RIcky never gave a damn about what people thought about him before and he sure as hell wouldn’t after he hypothetically broke that probably very expensive camera.

As he was probably moments from doing just that, the teen found himself temporarily -- or permanently, depending on how one views the circumstances -- halted by the screeching greeting from a familiar face. ALthough he had to lower his head a few inches, he saw her.

Probably one of the few people (not counting Lucky) who could make him genuinely smile, Lana was quite something special. He knew very well about her and Alex, or at least what he suspected. It wasn’t his business if they were involved in whatever way. He didn’t have enough interest in who Lana Kingley decided to allow within her personal space. It wasn’t his business to question who she decided to take an interest in. They were old friends and on some level, Ricky cherished that. A lot of people side-eye him when they pass him in the hall (sometimes with good reason), but her? She’s always remained the same towards him. She never let that get in the way of how she approached him (the opinions of everyone else be damned, right?)

Ricky exhaled an slightly entertained breath. “Little Lana,” he acknowledged her presence. “You’re as loud as ever. Glad to see not everything about you has changed.” Ricky shot Alex a quick glance, smirking. “I suppose it has. You’ve been busy with …other things.” He paused for a moment as he made her the sole recipient of his attention. “But yes, I’m doing good. Trying to enjoy this party as much as I ca-”

As Ricky had actually intended on being nice to someone -- admittedly someone who he had a gigantic bias towards -- the sudden explosion in the lake prompted him to curse to himself (although Lana and ALex probably heard a few F-Bombs leave his lips), he was curious and sent his gaze to observe from a distance. His sour expression soon turned into a genuine big fucking grin as he saw his partner in crime, his ride or die, his motherfucking brother from detention, Lucky Fucking Cross.

“Oh, now the party just got interesting!” Ricky commented, wolf howling at his homie from across the way. Ricky smiled like a boy who was given his toy gun for Christmas. “YO, Lucky! How the fuck you gonna come and not give me a holler, huh!?” Ricky shouted as loudly as he could, turning to Alana with a pumped up vibe about him. “Lana, have you ever played beer pong before? And if not, it’s an easy game to learn. You just shoot the white ball into a cup. Simple enough, right?” Ricky waited for no response but simply tugged at her arm as though the energy of the party suddenly took an interesting turn but specifically, the party animal in Ricky was about to come out and play.

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@World Traveler Oh no, you're completely fine man! Like @spooner said, those of us who are playing multiple characters just are greedy and maybe a little masochistic.

@HaleyTheRandom @NeoAJ Kiki, Jasper, and Ty are all accepted! Move them over to the char tab whenever it suits you. <3

@otterpop Just hit me up in my DMs/PMs and I'll help you with Sloane in any way that I can. <3

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Well, this just got awkward.

Between Ariel’s increased, if not justified, paranoia and maybe even some slight anger, Kavi couldn’t help but feel like that guy from the movie 127 Hours. The boulder crushing his arm was Ariel, the time limit until his demise was how long Kavi took to accept or deny the gift that April gave him, and the glimmer of escaping with his life came in the form of someone Kavi didn’t know. Even after Ariel said his name out loud, that did him nothing. But at least he had a name.

Meeting Ryland’s gaze, he didn’t know what to make of him in all honesty. He and Kavi stood on equal footing as far as their height and build were concerned, but Kavi couldn’t say that he was a fan of his attitude. Implying that Kavi wasn’t a good choice for Ariel got under his skin. Like, who the hell did this white bread bastard think he was?! If he had a problem with Kavi, maybe instead of using failed attempts at appearing friendly, he should speak his mind.

Going between all of his options, Kavi decided not to indulge Ryland’s childish behavior. He turned his attention to April, unintentionally shoving Ryland as he would much rather pay attention to her than give Ariel’s friend anymore of his attention. “In all fairness, I did deserve it. I’m just lucky that Ariel and I got the chance to really talk,” Kavi said, looking at Ariel, who was understandably watching April like the hawk he knew his girlfriend to be. “And, I’m sure that all is forgiven, right sweetie?” Kavi asked Ariel, hoping to get her attention.

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@Otterpop @HaleyTheRandom

So it took me a bit to come to this decision because I was considering all angles (and I had other matters to attend to for most of the day), but considering Haley had the idea of goth chick reserved even before the thread went live, I think it's only fair she have the first dibs.

That being said, as far as Sloane is concerned, I don't think you would have to change her aesthetic by that much. For example, I think if you alter the personality a bit to where she is more ...uhh, I want to say edgy or maybe even focus on the snarkiness you definitely made a habit of reinforcing in multiple sections of the sheet, you could find a nice middle ground in the rocker chick vibe. One, the fc fits it perfectly, the fashion sense is similar (can even work with some of the traits you've given her), and you wouldn't have to completely rework her that much but just enough to reflect the differences from Jasper.

I honestly didn't comprehend the similarities to be there too much, which is why I didn't say anything when you brought up the idea for Sloane in the server. I'll be more than happy to work with you in any changes you might need to make and provide additional ideas to help make it easier for you.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

It was strange for Stella to be back at school after such a long winter break. She was still on Paris time, so her body wasn’t able to reset itself like she had hoped that she would be able to. Truth was, her flight had been delayed a few times and by the time she finally did arrive, it was so late (or early depending on how one looks at it), she couldn’t skip today, not when so many people -- and especially one person in particular -- was dying to see her. So, she would force herself to meet them, regardless of how much like death she felt.

As she made her way to her locker and checked her reflection in the mirror that hung on the inside of her locker door, the brunette couldn’t help but lament on her conversation with Chrissie. In addition to looking absolutely dreadful, the way things were left between them, the things left unsaid, and thoughts left to linger about, Stella felt a rare emotion crawling inside her body. Her gut tightened the minute she thought about Chrissie, the minute she revisualized Chrissie’s voice as she told her about Paris, how she seemed to disapprove of Carter, how she wanted Stella to betray her feelings for Carter, how she wanted Stella to have a night that the brunette knew would have been magical.

And all of that made her...It made her...It made Stella angry. How could Chrissie suggest such a thing? How could she take something Stella had been dying to confide to her about since setting foot on that plane and counting the hours (at least those she remained conscious during) so she could talk to her? Stella didn’t have a lot of close friends. She was friendly with the vast majority of people but her closest friends -- the ones that remained at King’s -- they were in so few numbers. Mac moved back to California and Georgie, though she was great, she wasn’t Chrissie.

“Fuck!” Stella’s internal ire boiled over to the point where she shouted and slammed her locker shut, alerting some nearby and she collected herself immediately. Holding her shoulderbag close to her, Stella decided to make a beeline for anywhere that wasn’t near the prying eyes of those around her.

Her display of unusual anger was surprising in a lot of ways but mainly for Stella herself. She didn’t know what to feel in all honesty. She’s always felt strongly one way or the other, but it’s always been with a positive outlook on life and to others, too. Some saw it as being too cheery, which she totally understood but she never let what people like Marisol Castillo would say about her. She always viewed that everyone deserved a hug or a friendly smile their way. And it wasn’t like she had changed overnight, but that part of her was being run out of town by the unexplainable bitterness she couldn’t shake off. It was like everything was telling her to scream as loud as she could, say whatever came to her mind, and throw caution into the wind about how it made her seem.

At some point, Stella soon found herself close at the entrance and she saw Carter talking to Chrissie. Immediately her mind went to Paranoid City and all hell broke loose internally. Eyes squinted and she tried to focus on trying to hear them, but with the hustle from the other students nearby and everyone chatting, she couldn’t hear a single thing either of them were saying.

“What could they be talking about? Why are they even talking in the first place?”

Stella wanted to move closer, she wanted to see if there was anything she could hear and she almost did, but then Chrissie turned around and started walking in Stella’s general direction. In a cowardly effort, she turned around so her cousin didn’t see her. Even when the coast was relatively clear, she was overcome by existing emotions and her paranoia-curiosity that she had to go up to Carter, which she did and she made an effort to wave to him, smiling as she had always done.

“Hey, Carter!” She hugged him. “I hope your break was good to you,” she said, easing her way to her real motives. “So, uh, I saw you talking with Chrissie just now. It looked pretty intense. I hope she didn’t say anything that got you too annoyed.”

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Sonny | Marisol}

When Sonny and Marisol had left his house, the drive was spent trying to gather themselves. After a brush with the grim reaper in a black and red pantsuit, Sonny welcomed the peace of the morning road of Crown Heights. Excitement fueled his fire and Marisol probably enjoyed the thrill of almost getting caught, but between his mother and Rye, Sonny needed some peace and quiet. The slowly paced traffic was just the downtime he needed.

As it would pick up after ten minutes, the rest of the trip was pretty smooth for the most part. Sonny’s driving skills definitely improved since the last time Marisol was beside him. The last time she was anywhere near the front seat of his truck, at least as far as he could remember, was right before winter break started. The Misfits had gone on their little cheat day down to Miami and decided to cruise all day. That was probably the moment before the big one on Christmas Sonny fondly remembered.

And that was probably the last time he and Marisol had that kind of day off when they were still just friends.

It still shook him to his core in just how much has changed. The dynamic between them was different, but also in a lot of ways, it has mostly stayed the same. Taking out the part about them having sex whenever they could, the way they were with each other was as though they were still just best friends. Because that’s what they were: Best friends. No amount of labels or intimate moments could change how close they were before the night of the Christmas party. No amount of gift-giving or close calls after nearly banging could ruin what was unmistakenly a friendship that came first and came before anything else in his life.

As Sonny parked his orange truck in the usual spot on the far right of the parking lot, which put them as close to the football field and bleachers (their go-to spot for quality best friend smoking time), Sonny took the key out of the ignition but didn’t move. He only sighed and leaned back into his seat. “Is it too late to ditch?” Sonny asked his girlfriend, holding her hand and squeezing it for comfort. “How difficult would it be to just drive out of here and, I don’t know, go to Disney World?” He laughed at his question but on some level, he was serious in his contemplation of ditching.

“Disney World?” Marisol repeated, letting out an amused laugh. “I never pegged you for a princess-loving, mouse-wearing little bitch,” she joked, shuffling in her seat so she could face Sonny and resting her head on the passenger seat header.

“Bitch please! I can fuck with Goofy all day. He’s my -- well, I can’t say what he is to me, but just know I will moo right along with that cow-dog!” Sonny proclaimed, both of them laughing hard until a nonspecific amount of time passed to where it was just awkward silence. “But seriously, is it too cowardly to just...not face Rye today?” He asked, somewhat sighing.

“Not really…" Mari admitted, letting out a sad sigh as her thumb gently grazed the back of Sonny's hand. "If Rye's reaction is the same one the others will have, then I'm not sure I want to face them either."

“I see what you’re doing,” Sonny stated, letting out his biggest sigh yet. His sudden realization about what he suspected Marisol was doing had worked (much to his annoyance).

It pained him because he was nearly at the point where skipping school was the only option, but if Rye didn’t see either of them at school, even if the hotheaded fool was happy, it would, in turn, make both he and Marisol look bad. Why couldn’t they show their faces? What happened to make them want to ditch? It was annoying and Sonny didn’t want to, but he saw no alternative.

“We have no choice, I suppose.” Sonny spoke after a few moments of silence. He squeezed her hand. “Let’s just do this -- together. And should the worst case happen, you can just take a swing at their car with your handy-dandy bat,” Sonny half-joked, “this time I’ll even record you and we can send it to Jackass!”

Marisol's loud laughter filled the inside of the truck. “You’re never going to let me live that down, won’t you?” she asked him with a grin. Knowing Sonny and the rest of their friends as she did, they probably wouldn’t-- unless she pulled an even bigger stunt. Not that she planned on it, of course. She’d been doing good on her meds and therapy, and things weren’t nearly as crazy as they were before. "As tempting as it is to become Lady Jackass, I wanna think I’ve grown past that. So don’t expect any more broken windshields or side mirrors from me.”

He chuckled, taking the keys out of the ignition, an act that was soon followed by a typical Sonny sigh. “I guess you have a point. We’re both past those immature moments that made us a pariah.” With that admission, he turned to look at her. “If you can promise me that neither of us will revert to our ugly selves at least until after we have lunch in exactly--” Sonny looked to his wristwatch “--four hours from now, then I won’t chicken out.”

"But you're already so fucking ugly. You don't have to revert back to anything," came Marisol's quick response to her boyfriend, managing a few seconds of a straight face before bursting out in laughter.

Sonny lightly punched her arm. “It’s what’s on the inside that matters, not the contrived conception of what societal beauty should be.”

"Okay, Archer, settle down with your philosophical preaching now," the girl said with a chuckle, raising her hands up in defeat. "As much as I love that you think that way, it defeats the purpose of the joke. You're supposed to laugh, remember?"

“Maybe he’s influencing me,” Sonny laughed, shrugging. He grabbed his bag from the backseat. “Let’s head into hell, I guess,” he spoke, dread in his voice and a reluctance in his delayed actions, but eventually, he opened the door taking one giant step out of the truck because, yes he’s not the tallest person, so the distance from the driver’s seat and ground wasn’t the same for someone who could reach their leg down without feeling the smack of their step in their joints.

If getting in and out of the behemoth of a truck was a challenge for Sonny, it was a whole damn project for Marisol. The shorter girl basically needed a stool to get on, and was only able to exit by taking a seat on the floor of the passenger's side of the vehicle and sliding down onto the pavement beneath her. Once safely in the ground, she grabbed her backpack, slung it over her shoulders, popped two pieces of gum that she'd grabbed from her container inside the truck before her exit inside her mouth and rushed to the driver's side.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked Sonny, raising an expectant eyebrow up at him and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

He knew what she wanted. The slight pouting expression her lips made, the way her arms folded across her chest, the way those soul-piercing eyes waited with limited patience — yeah, Sonny knew what she wanted. Was he going to give in? Yes, of course, he was. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make her intentionally wait for her reward. Miss Little ‘Give Me What I Want Now’ was going to linger for a few, long moments as he purposely, which also was in a humorous way, moved his face closer to hers, laughing as he gave her multiple little rabbit kisses.

“I lo-lo-love you!” Sonny said with laughter as his lips were still locked with Marisol’s.

If you were to tell Marisol a year ago that she’d be acting like those imbecile, loved-up, sickly-sweet vanilla couples you saw all over the school, she would’ve laughed in your face and called bullshit. There was no way, she said, you would ever see her all over some guy, hugging and kissing and being affectionate and putting up a Nicholas Sparks movie performance for poor, unsuspecting folks. And with Sonny Drake, of all people? You might as well have been high on hard drugs. But alas, here she was a year later: happily wrapped up in her boyfriend’s arms with her own around him, looking and feeling very much madly in love with the boy who used to be her best friend.

“Fuck, I love you more!” she somehow managed to cry out in between giggles and kisses, her voice muffled by Sonny’s lips on hers.

He couldn’t stop smiling and laughing and sometimes both happened, resulting in an accidental lip-bite that was one notch above teasing. “You know I’ll keep doing this until one of us wins, so I’ll be the adult here and submit to your will, mistress!” He kissed her again.

“As it should be!” she sassily responded moments after pulling away from Sonny’s lips, giving him one last kiss before unwrapping her arms from him and holding his hand instead. “Now let’s get going before somebody else walks in on us.”

He smiled at her one last time before doing the same as his lips quickly pressed against hers. Then the two, with their hands together and squeezing lovingly, made their way across the senior building's entrance with minimal fear in their eyes. If any existed, it was the heart-pounding anxiety of casually putting themselves out there. But, as Marisol would say to anyone who had something negative to say: they could all suck it.

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@RumikoOhara Damn sorry to hear about your computer. Hope everything gets fixed sooner rather than later.

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@World Traveler Whenever you have a free moment, please move your character to the Char Tab!

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@NeoAJ Jade's accepted! Go ahead and move her to the chars tab!

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@silvermist1116 Out of all the character submissions, yours was the only one that didn't use someone who was at least partially known. I'm not saying it was automatically a given, but when everyone else but one person is using famous face claims, that is where the clear assumption comes into place.