Ejected

What Are You Listening To?

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: The Car → Country Club
Interacting with: Jordan Henderson, Aaliyah King}

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The drive from Chanel's home to the Crown Heights Country Club was a fairly quick one; well, at least it seemed to be that way for Chanel since she spent the majority of her time in Jordan's car taking quick glances at her makeup in the mirror and trying to find just the perfect angles for her pre-homecoming selfies. She even sneaked a couple of Snapchat photos of her date before they finally pulled into the parking lot of the country club, eager to show off her handiwork to her followers. Although she was sure that most of everyone who was in attendance had cleaned up well, there was no doubt in Chanel's mind that they'd be the best dressed couple in the building once they stepped through those front doors. She'd tried her hardest to make sure of that.

Shortly after pulling into an empty parking spot, Jordan turned off the ignition, exited the vehicle, and headed around to open the passenger door for Chanel. The young woman then took one final look at her reflection in the car door, making sure everything was in its rightful place, before lacing her arm through Jordan's once more and heading straight for the entrance. Soon, the pair had shown their tickets and pushed their way inside. A very excited Chanel was all smiles until she became aware of the electronic beats that the DJ was blaring through the speakers; she could't help but wince as the ear-splitting noise seemed to grow louder by the second. "God, you'd think that with all of the money our school has, they'd be able to hire a better DJ," she said to Jordan as she surveyed the room. By the looks of things, she could tell that she wasn't the only one who wasn't feeling the music. "You gotta remind me to make a few song requests later on; there's no way I can deal with this shit all night."

Trying her hardest to tune out the music, Chanel let her eyes dance across the room; it wasn't long before she caught the eye of none other than her best friend, Julie Macmillan, who smiled and gave Chanel an approving nod from across the room. Chanel couldn't help but grin, as she knew exactly what the girl was referring to. The next person who caught Chanel's eye was someone who the young woman typically overlooked on an average day; well, at least before she thought up the idea to give the girl a makeover. However, it seemed as if Aaliyah King didn't need the help of Chanel and Julie after all; Chanel raised her eyebrow and let a quick "whoa" escape from her lips as she took in the sudden "glow up" of Kings Academy's resident chess queen. Her little black dress was simple, but it was her strategic accessorizing that was attention catching. And who the hell knew that Aaliyah King had legs for days, simply hiding under those baggy sweatpants she always seemed to be wearing?

"Hey, I'm gonna disappear for a quick sec," Chanel said to Jordan, tearing her eyes away from Aaliyah for a split second. "Maybe get some punch or something. I can get some for you, too. If you want." Soon after she spoke, Chanel made a beeline for Aaliyah, who also happened to be standing right by the punch bowl. As she made her way over there, she made a mental note to mention this all to Julie whenever she got the chance to speak with her that night. She'd poured a little bit of the red liquid into her cup before clearing her throat, catching the other girl's attention. "You're Aaliyah, right?"

"Aaliyah King. Giiirl, this is a fucking look. I mean... the makeup, the heels, the jewelry. You're a stunner." The young woman paused for a brief moment to take a sip of her drink, only to quickly spit it back into the cup a moment later, a grimace plastered on her face. "They could've at least put a little bit of sugar in here," Chanel said with a roll of her eyes as she suddenly began to rummage around in her purse. She didn't stop digging until her fingers wrapped around the small glass bottle she'd been searching for. After taking a quick peek around to make sure that none of the chaperones were watching, Chanel hurriedly uncapped the bottle of vodka and dumped the majority of its contents into the bowl. A split second later, the glass was back in Chanel's purse, and she had begun to stir the bowl's contents with the ladle.

"Courtesy of my uncle's liquor cabinet," Chanel said with a smirk as she refilled her own cup, "Think anyone will mind?"

What Are You Listening To?

【❝DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME❞】

THE CRIMINAL

_{“Some people steal to feel alive, and some steal to stay alive. Simple as that.”}

_______________________________________________ Carter Gregory Newton _______________________________________________ 18 ┃ December 1st, 2000 ___________________________________ Bisexual ┃ Male ___________________________________ Princeton Perez ┃ #CCC6EA

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ There are multiple layers to Carter's persona; only those who are closest to him know most of his traits, but these are the few that can easily be seen when spending just a few hours with him. One of the many things that Carter inherited from his mother is his playfulness. Ever since he was a young boy, Carter has loved joking around with his friends and family; he's always enjoyed making the people around him happy. Although he doesn't joke around as much as he did before shit started getting real, he does still have his moments. Another trait of Carter's, one that he probably got from his father, is how relaxed he tends to be, even when dealing with stressful situations. Carter is the type of guy who likes to just go with the flow and take things in stride. There are a few downsides to Carter's persona, the main one being how secretive he tends to be about his personal life. There are only a handful of other teenagers who know how life is for Carter; even then, the only reason they know is because they either live just a couple of blocks away from his apartment complex or hustle with him. Carter doesn't like inviting people over to his home, especially not any of his friends from school. As far as he is concerned, they don't need to know a bunch of that shit about him anyway. Why should they even care? Another negative trait Carter possesses is his tendency to be impulsive. Ever since he was a child, Carter has acted before thinking about the consequences of said actions. This, of course, has gotten him into a lot of trouble, whether it be with the principal or the police. This also goes hand in hand with his shoplifting; while he says he steals to feed his family, he also takes things that he decides he wants for himself in the spur of the moment. Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Height:6'0" Weight: 192lbs Physical Description: Carter is a tall and lean boy of Nigerian and Dominican heritage, standing at six feet tall, and weighing in at a little over one hundred ninety pounds. His skin is the color of cinnamon and free of any blemishes, an exception being the vertical scar on his eyebrow from a childhood incident. His soft-curled hair is dense but yielding, and thick enough to lose your fingers in. He prefers to keep his hair neat and visits one of his friends every couple of weeks get his hair trimmed or braided. When smiling, you can see that he has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight overbite present. Carter is, by definition, a "pretty boy" and takes a good amount of time out of his day to make sure that he is well-groomed and put together. Out of everyone in his family, he probably cares the most about personal hygiene. Fashion Style: Carter once told his best friend that he is "a broke nigga with expensive taste," something that can definitely be seen when you take a peek into the boy's closet or underneath his bed. Although Carter does spend a good portion of the money he makes from selling on his family and their needs, he does keep a bit for himself. See, Carter is a sneaker-head to the very core; he has nearly every pair of Jordan's that has come out within the last couple of years, as well as a few from other well known brands. Also, much like his Daddy, Carter is obsessed with gold jewelry; he has multiple rings, chains, and grills that he wears on the daily. As far as his apparel goes, however, the boy likes to keep things fairly simple. He'll typically rock a plain, solid-colored shirt with a pair of jeans or joggers. Whenever it gets cold outside, he'll throw on a jean or leather jacket and some combat boots. Likes/Dislikes/Habits/Fears/Secrets ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Likes + Dislikes ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ + Sneakers + Getting high + Jazz and Hip-Hop music + Making his family happy + Basketball - Heavy Metal and Country music - Alcohol - Cold Weather - Overly sugary snacks - People who can't take a joke Habits ▔▔▔▔▔▔ - He often finds himself acting before thinking. - He shoots hoops to clear his head - Stealing Fears ▔▔▔▔▔▔ - Losing his mother or siblings - Heights - Disappointing his mom Secrets ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - Carter isn't exactly 100% open about his sexuality. As far as anyone else knows, he is straight. - He used to dream of trying out for the basketball team, but doesn't want to be associated with most of the jocks. Besides, he probably doesn't even have the GPA to stay on the team, so why bother? Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Every morning, before I go to school, I stare into the bathroom mirror and think, "is this the Carter Gregory that I was truly meant to be?" Was I destined to be the Carter Gregory who has constantly bounced from apartment to apartment with his single mother and younger siblings since before he could even remember? Am I meant to be the Carter who shoplifts from the local corner stores and food marts or sells a little dope on the side just to make sure that his little brother and sister get those cool toys they wanted for Christmas, or those brand new pair of Jordan's that just hit the Footlocker shelves? The Carter who, despite trying to keep his head down, his mouth shut, and his presence discreet, gets into fist fights nearly every other day because he simply cannot control all of the frustration that has been building up from the pit of his stomach ever since that one time he saw yet another eviction notice taped to the front of his apartment door, bright and bold for all of his new friends to see? And then I think about all of the possibilities; I think about who I could've been, or who I would've had the potential to be if God, or whoever you want to believe in, hadn't dealt me such a shitty hand. I could've been an honor-roll student, the captain of the basketball team, an esteemed member of the debate club... Hell, maybe I could've been one of those kids who received a full ride scholarship to the college of their dreams. Maybe, in another life, I could've been blessed enough to have a mother who didn't have to work as hard as she does just to keep a roof over our heads, or a father who didn't end up getting killed on his walk home from work. Maybe we could've lived in a big house like those ones you see on television, and I could've been given a brand new BMW for my sixteenth birthday instead of another night in lockup for trying to steal a few packs of sugar cookies from the corner store. That's what I think about when I look in the mirror, but all of that goes away once I step out of that front door and into the real world. The world where everyone looks at me and see's me as 'the criminal,' and I have no choice but to go and prove them right." Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▶ If he doesn't catch a ride with one of his friends, Carter rides his skateboard to school. ▶ When he's in detention, it's either because he got into another fight or was caught smoking pot.

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_{"I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people."
The Whole World}

What Are You Listening To?

Ejected's Character Vault

Carter Newton

_{“Some people steal to feel alive, and some steal to stay alive. Simple as that.”}

_______________________________________________ Carter Gregory Newton _______________________________________________ 18 ┃ December 1st, 2000 ___________________________________ Bisexual ┃ Male ___________________________________ Princeton Perez ┃ #CCC6EA

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ There are multiple layers to Carter's persona; only those who are closest to him know most of his traits, but these are the few that can easily be seen when spending just a few hours with him. One of the many things that Carter inherited from his mother is his playfulness. Ever since he was a young boy, Carter has loved joking around with his friends and family; he's always enjoyed making the people around him happy. Although he doesn't joke around as much as he did before shit started getting real, he does still have his moments. Another trait of Carter's, one that he probably got from his father, is how relaxed he tends to be, even when dealing with stressful situations. Carter is the type of guy who likes to just go with the flow and take things in stride. There are a few downsides to Carter's persona, the main one being how secretive he tends to be about his personal life. There are only a handful of other teenagers who know how life is for Carter; even then, the only reason they know is because they either live just a couple of blocks away from his apartment complex or hustle with him. Carter doesn't like inviting people over to his home, especially not any of his friends from school. As far as he is concerned, they don't need to know a bunch of that shit about him anyway. Why should they even care? Another negative trait Carter possesses is his tendency to be impulsive. Ever since he was a child, Carter has acted before thinking about the consequences of said actions. This, of course, has gotten him into a lot of trouble, whether it be with the principal or the police. This also goes hand in hand with his shoplifting; while he says he steals to feed his family, he also takes things that he decides he wants for himself in the spur of the moment. Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Height:6'0" Weight: 192lbs Physical Description: Carter is a tall and lean boy of Nigerian and Dominican heritage, standing at six feet tall, and weighing in at a little over one hundred ninety pounds. His skin is the color of cinnamon and free of any blemishes, an exception being the vertical scar on his eyebrow from a childhood incident. His soft-curled hair is dense but yielding, and thick enough to lose your fingers in. He prefers to keep his hair neat and visits one of his friends every couple of weeks get his hair trimmed or braided. When smiling, you can see that he has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight overbite present. Carter is, by definition, a "pretty boy" and takes a good amount of time out of his day to make sure that he is well-groomed and put together. Out of everyone in his family, he probably cares the most about personal hygiene. Fashion Style: Carter once told his best friend that he is "a broke nigga with expensive taste," something that can definitely be seen when you take a peek into the boy's closet or underneath his bed. Although Carter does spend a good portion of the money he makes from selling on his family and their needs, he does keep a bit for himself. See, Carter is a sneaker-head to the very core; he has nearly every pair of Jordan's that has come out within the last couple of years, as well as a few from other well known brands. Also, much like his Daddy, Carter is obsessed with gold jewelry; he has multiple rings, chains, and grills that he wears on the daily. As far as his apparel goes, however, the boy likes to keep things fairly simple. He'll typically rock a plain, solid-colored shirt with a pair of jeans or joggers. Whenever it gets cold outside, he'll throw on a jean or leather jacket and some combat boots. Likes/Dislikes/Habits/Fears/Secrets ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Likes + Dislikes ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ + Sneakers + Getting high + Jazz and Hip-Hop music + Making his family happy + Basketball - Heavy Metal and Country music - Alcohol - Cold Weather - Overly sugary snacks - People who can't take a joke Habits ▔▔▔▔▔▔ - He often finds himself acting before thinking. - He shoots hoops to clear his head - Stealing Fears ▔▔▔▔▔▔ - Losing his mother or siblings - Heights - Disappointing his mom Secrets ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - Carter isn't exactly 100% open about his sexuality. As far as anyone else knows, he is straight. - He used to dream of trying out for the basketball team, but doesn't want to be associated with most of the jocks. Besides, he probably doesn't even have the GPA to stay on the team, so why bother? Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Every morning, before I go to school, I stare into the bathroom mirror and think, "is this the Carter Gregory that I was truly meant to be?" Was I destined to be the Carter Gregory who has constantly bounced from apartment to apartment with his single mother and younger siblings since before he could even remember? Am I meant to be the Carter who shoplifts from the local corner stores and food marts or sells a little dope on the side just to make sure that his little brother and sister get those cool toys they wanted for Christmas, or those brand new pair of Jordan's that just hit the Footlocker shelves? The Carter who, despite trying to keep his head down, his mouth shut, and his presence discreet, gets into fist fights nearly every other day because he simply cannot control all of the frustration that has been building up from the pit of his stomach ever since that one time he saw yet another eviction notice taped to the front of his apartment door, bright and bold for all of his new friends to see? And then I think about all of the possibilities; I think about who I could've been, or who I would've had the potential to be if God, or whoever you want to believe in, hadn't dealt me such a shitty hand. I could've been an honor-roll student, the captain of the basketball team, an esteemed member of the debate club... Hell, maybe I could've been one of those kids who received a full ride scholarship to the college of their dreams. Maybe, in another life, I could've been blessed enough to have a mother who didn't have to work as hard as she does just to keep a roof over our heads, or a father who didn't end up getting killed on his walk home from work. Maybe we could've lived in a big house like those ones you see on television, and I could've been given a brand new BMW for my sixteenth birthday instead of another night in lockup for trying to steal a few packs of sugar cookies from the corner store. That's what I think about when I look in the mirror, but all of that goes away once I step out of that front door and into the real world. The world where everyone looks at me and see's me as 'the criminal,' and I have no choice but to go and prove them right." Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▶ If he doesn't catch a ride with one of his friends, Carter rides his skateboard to school. ▶ When he's in detention, it's either because he got into another fight or was caught smoking pot.

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_{"I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people."
The Whole World}

Carter Newton v. 2

_Soul

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》Name

Carter Gregory Newton Jr.

》Nicknames

CJ

》Age

18

》Gender

Male

》Sexuality

Heterosexual

》Relationship Status

Single

》Label

The Revolutionary

》Appearance Details

• Hair: Black | 3C Curls | Carter usually wears his hair in a curly afro; if it were to be straightened, it would reach the middle of his back. He prefers to keep his hair neat and visits one of his friends every couple of weeks get his hair cornrowed.
• Eyes: Dark Brown
• Height: 6'0"
• Body Type: Muscular Build, 190 lbs
• Clothing Style: Carter has expensive taste, something that can definitely be seen when you take a peek into the boy's closet or underneath his bed. Carter is a sneaker-head to the very core; he has nearly every pair of Air Jordan's that has come out within the last couple of years, as well as a few from other well known brands. Also, much like his Daddy, Carter is obsessed with gold jewelry; he has multiple rings, chains, and grills that he wears on the daily. As far as his daily apparel goes, however, the boy likes to keep things fairly simple. He'll typically rock a plain, solid-colored shirt with a pair of jeans or joggers. Whenever it gets cold outside, he'll throw on a jean or leather jacket and some combat boots.
• Makeup Wise: N/A
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Carter has two tattoos on his left leg and several small finger tattoos. He also has both earlobes, ear cartilage, and septum pierced.

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》Personality Traits

Outspoken → Determined → Intelligent → Passionate → Impulsive → Cynical → Stubborn → Reckless

》Upbringing Synopsis

Carter Gregory Newton Jr., also known as CJ, is the only child of Juanita and Carter Newton. Along with Carter's paternal grandfather, the small family of four resided in a moderate sized home in Oakland, California from the time Carter was born up until he was ten years old. It was around that time that one of Juanita's distant relatives passed away; it turned out that this relative was very wealthy, and had decided to leave a good chunk of her money to Carter's mother. Rather than blow her newfound wealth on expensive material possessions, Juanita decided to use this money to fund her husband's street wear clothing line. Less than five years later, Carter Sr. had successfully built up his brand; once the money began pouring in, the man opened up multiple shops all around the country.

It was when Carter was thirteen years old that his family packed up their things and relocated to the other side of the country, just before his fourteenth birthday. His father moved them into the biggest house Carter had ever seen, and enrolled him into the prestigious King's Academy. While Carter was upset about leaving behind his friends in Oakland, it didn't really take much time for him to adjust to his new lifestyle; he was finally able to afford whatever his heart desired, whether it be the hot new pair of Jordan's that just hit the market or a some new games for his system. When the young man turned fifteen, however, he decided that he'd much rather earn his own money than depend on his parents to hand it to him; selling weed soon became his primary source of income.

Despite always keeping up with current events and having very strong opinions, it wasn't until Carter's sophomore year of high school that he realized just how much of an impact he could potentially have, in both the black community and the United States as a whole. He'd already been addressing multiple controversial topics on his social media accounts through his spoken word videos, but ultimately decided to take things a step further. Now, the young man actively participates in the protests and rallies that are held within driving distance. He is also often seen hanging up flyers around the school that contain information on various social issues.

》Family

_{Juanita Newton (Mother) 》Carter Newton Sr. (Father) 》William Newton (Grandfather)}

》Misc.

Princeton Perez | #CCC6EA
_{Statute of Limitations by 2 Chainz}

【❝DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME❞】

THE CRIMINAL

_{“Some people steal to feel alive, and some steal to stay alive. Simple as that.”}

_______________________________________________ Carter Gregory Newton _______________________________________________ 18 ┃ December 1st, 2000 ___________________________________ Bisexual ┃ Male ___________________________________ Princeton Perez ┃ #CCC6EA

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ There are multiple layers to Carter's persona; only those who are closest to him know most of his traits, but these are the few that can easily be seen when spending just a few hours with him. One of the many things that Carter inherited from his mother is his playfulness. Ever since he was a young boy, Carter has loved joking around with his friends and family; he's always enjoyed making the people around him happy. Although he doesn't joke around as much as he did before shit started getting real, he does still have his moments. Another trait of Carter's, one that he probably got from his father, is how relaxed he tends to be, even when dealing with stressful situations. Carter is the type of guy who likes to just go with the flow and take things in stride. There are a few downsides to Carter's persona, the main one being how secretive he tends to be about his personal life. There are only a handful of other teenagers who know how life is for Carter; even then, the only reason they know is because they either live just a couple of blocks away from his apartment complex or hustle with him. Carter doesn't like inviting people over to his home, especially not any of his friends from school. As far as he is concerned, they don't need to know a bunch of that shit about him anyway. Why should they even care? Another negative trait Carter possesses is his tendency to be impulsive. Ever since he was a child, Carter has acted before thinking about the consequences of said actions. This, of course, has gotten him into a lot of trouble, whether it be with the principal or the police. This also goes hand in hand with his shoplifting; while he says he steals to feed his family, he also takes things that he decides he wants for himself in the spur of the moment. Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Height:6'0" Weight: 192lbs Physical Description: Carter is a tall and lean boy of Nigerian and Dominican heritage, standing at six feet tall, and weighing in at a little over one hundred ninety pounds. His skin is the color of cinnamon and free of any blemishes, an exception being the vertical scar on his eyebrow from a childhood incident. His soft-curled hair is dense but yielding, and thick enough to lose your fingers in. He prefers to keep his hair neat and visits one of his friends every couple of weeks get his hair trimmed or braided. When smiling, you can see that he has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight overbite present. Carter is, by definition, a "pretty boy" and takes a good amount of time out of his day to make sure that he is well-groomed and put together. Out of everyone in his family, he probably cares the most about personal hygiene. Fashion Style: Carter once told his best friend that he is "a broke nigga with expensive taste," something that can definitely be seen when you take a peek into the boy's closet or underneath his bed. Although Carter does spend a good portion of the money he makes from selling on his family and their needs, he does keep a bit for himself. See, Carter is a sneaker-head to the very core; he has nearly every pair of Jordan's that has come out within the last couple of years, as well as a few from other well known brands. Also, much like his Daddy, Carter is obsessed with gold jewelry; he has multiple rings, chains, and grills that he wears on the daily. As far as his apparel goes, however, the boy likes to keep things fairly simple. He'll typically rock a plain, solid-colored shirt with a pair of jeans or joggers. Whenever it gets cold outside, he'll throw on a jean or leather jacket and some combat boots. Likes/Dislikes/Habits/Fears/Secrets ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Likes + Dislikes ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ + Sneakers + Getting high + Jazz and Hip-Hop music + Making his family happy + Basketball - Heavy Metal and Country music - Alcohol - Cold Weather - Overly sugary snacks - People who can't take a joke Habits ▔▔▔▔▔▔ - He often finds himself acting before thinking. - He shoots hoops to clear his head - Stealing Fears ▔▔▔▔▔▔ - Losing his mother or siblings - Heights - Disappointing his mom Secrets ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - Carter isn't exactly 100% open about his sexuality. As far as anyone else knows, he is straight. - He used to dream of trying out for the basketball team, but doesn't want to be associated with most of the jocks. Besides, he probably doesn't even have the GPA to stay on the team, so why bother? Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Every morning, before I go to school, I stare into the bathroom mirror and think, "is this the Carter Gregory that I was truly meant to be?" Was I destined to be the Carter Gregory who has constantly bounced from apartment to apartment with his single mother and younger siblings since before he could even remember? Am I meant to be the Carter who shoplifts from the local corner stores and food marts or sells a little dope on the side just to make sure that his little brother and sister get those cool toys they wanted for Christmas, or those brand new pair of Jordan's that just hit the Footlocker shelves? The Carter who, despite trying to keep his head down, his mouth shut, and his presence discreet, gets into fist fights nearly every other day because he simply cannot control all of the frustration that has been building up from the pit of his stomach ever since that one time he saw yet another eviction notice taped to the front of his apartment door, bright and bold for all of his new friends to see? And then I think about all of the possibilities; I think about who I could've been, or who I would've had the potential to be if God, or whoever you want to believe in, hadn't dealt me such a shitty hand. I could've been an honor-roll student, the captain of the basketball team, an esteemed member of the debate club... Hell, maybe I could've been one of those kids who received a full ride scholarship to the college of their dreams. Maybe, in another life, I could've been blessed enough to have a mother who didn't have to work as hard as she does just to keep a roof over our heads, or a father who didn't end up getting killed on his walk home from work. Maybe we could've lived in a big house like those ones you see on television, and I could've been given a brand new BMW for my sixteenth birthday instead of another night in lockup for trying to steal a few packs of sugar cookies from the corner store. That's what I think about when I look in the mirror, but all of that goes away once I step out of that front door and into the real world. The world where everyone looks at me and see's me as 'the criminal,' and I have no choice but to go and prove them right." Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▶ If he doesn't catch a ride with one of his friends, Carter rides his skateboard to school. ▶ When he's in detention, it's either because he got into another fight or was caught smoking pot.

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_{"I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people."
The Whole World}

【❝DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME❞】

Interested! I can have a CS up soon.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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_{an @Ejected & @eclecticwitch collaboration
Featuring Beatrice Endive and Kavan Varma}

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It was a couple of days after the school assembly that Kavan took the dreaded trip to the nearest Men’s Warehouse in order pick out a suit; as expected, his sister decided to tag along in order to make sure that he didn’t walk out with something unsuitable for the homecoming dance. It took them a little over an hour to complete Kavan's ensemble, and another for the boy to convince his sister to forgo taking him to get a haircut. "Whatever," the girl had said to her brother after listening to his protests, "but only if you promise me that you won't wear any eyeliner. I refuse to let you leave our house looking like Jack Sparrow." As the young man sat in the driveway of his date's home, taking one last glance into his rear view mirror and running his fingers through his freshly combed hair, he had to admit that his sister did a pretty bang-up job. The suit was simple, the only pop of color being his bright red handkerchief. Soon, he took his keys out of the ignition and tossed them into his jacket pocket before getting out of the car and strolling up to Beatrice's front door. He had just finished rapping his knuckles against the door when it was suddenly pulled open.

The door was opened by none other than Papa Elliot. He wasn’t much taller than Kavan, perhaps an inch or two. He was wearing his best, stern dad face and looked the young man up and down. There was a long silence as he studied the boy; Kavan, who was usually cool and collected at all times, couldn't help but feel slightly on edge as the older man looked him over. After a few more moments of awkward judging he finally stepped back and allowed the young man in. Kavan let out a deep breath that he hadn't even realized he'd been holding as he entered the large home.

"You must be one of Bea's dads," Kavan said after clearing his throat, trying his best to break the awkward silence, "It's nice to meet you; you all have a lovely home." As Kavan spoke, his eyes began to roam, taking in everything he could see from his place in the foyer. Elliot simply made a harrumphing sort of sound and kept his eyes on the stairs. The entrance showed a grand living room with multiple couches and an enormous television. There was a fire place, plush blue curtains, and wooden floors with a few throw rugs near the furniture. To the left there was a archway that lead to a sparkling kitchen. From here another man appeared. He was tall, lanky and quite handsome per his husband’s boasting. He wore a warm and welcoming smile compared to Papa Elliot’s cold glare. It was his warm welcome that ultimately eased Kavan's nerves.

“Hello, welcome! You must be Kavan. Bea hasn’t told us much about you I’m afraid. It is a pleasure to meet you and thank you for taking our little lady to homecoming. I’m Roland, though you can just call me Ro.” He strode forth and offered a hand to shake. Kavan, without hesitation, grabbed the man's hand and gave it a firm shake.

“It’s not like she had a choice,” Elliot grumbled. “And all this business with just boys and girls... I should threaten to pull my donations to the school.” He mumbled this last part and crossed his arms over his chest. Obviously he was annoyed not only by a complete stranger taking his only daughter to a dance but also the fact that there were only heteronormal choices.

“You know the school is a bit old fashioned. How about a much more patient approach. Besides, it would hold much more water if the parents were involved. And other groups. Stop your bothering. We’ll make sure nothing like this happens again.” Despite the warmth of his appearance, there came a dangerous cast over his expression that implied he planned to drag the school through the mud. “Anyway, our little bumble bee should be right down. Can I get you something to drink?” Ro led the way to one of the decadent couches. He chatted idly while Elliot chose to stand by the staircase and await his treasured daughter.

"I'm alright, thank you," Kavan responded politely as he took a seat on the sofa, "And I do agree with you two, if I may add... about the school's blatant heteronormativity. It's such a shame..." As Kavan spoke, he couldn't help but think back on the day that the whole "pairing" idea was first announced when one other than Archer Diedrikson had been one of the very few people who'd voiced their complaints about there only being hetero pairings. A smile tugged at Kavan's lips as he continued to speak, "But I am happy that I was paired with your daughter, all things considered. She's a pretty cool girl." Elliot seemed to appreciate this sentiment as his cool gaze turned to one of warmth, though no where near Roland’s open welcoming.

At long last Bea descended the stairs; Kavan stood and approached the bottom of the staircase as she did so. She was the picture of a pin-up. Her curls were smoothed and fluffed around her face with a portion of it rolled back from her face with a flower pin holding it in place. Her make-up consisted of bright red lipstick and a smokey eye but the eyeliner was not just winged. Curling, floral embellishments of different colored liquid eyeliner sprouted from the winds. Her dress was black with white polka dots. The bell of the skirt shape gave her the appearance of more curve than Bea naturally had. She wore a simple pearl necklace, gauze black shawl, and a larger than normal black and white polkadot handbag. Her legs were encased in fishnet stockings and black heels completed the ensemble. She looked ready for a photoshoot.

"You look beautiful," Kavan said with a grin once she'd reached the bottom. Bea reacted with a roll of her eyes, as it truly hadn’t been her idea at all. However, it was at least a nice thing to say so she didn’t stick her tongue out at him.

“You look like a true pin-up girl! Let's get some pictures~” Papa Ro was prepared, pulling his smartphone from his pocket and gesturing for Kavan to join her on the stairs. Bea held a cool and non-interested appearance that echoed Elliot’s grumpy one. Per Ro's instruction, Kavan joined Bea on the stairs; he gingerly wrapped his arm around her waist, placed his free hand in his pocket, and smiled his usual, crooked smile for the camera.

She stiffened as the arm came about her waist and started to shrink away but she caught the glee on her father’s face and so relented. Her body relaxed and she leaned more into Kavan, her hands daintily folded in front of her. She still glowered until Elliot came up behind the cameraman to smile and used his hands to help relay the intention. With a sigh, Bea allowed herself a small, shy smile which helped to lighten her features. Perhaps she looked even a bit pretty instead of withdrawn.

SNAP SNAP SNAP - Ro moved around, getting them into different positions and ending with them facing each other. Kavan’s arms were wrapped around her waist and her hands rested on his chest. She was blushing now from nose tip to ear tips. Finally it seemed he had finished and the two were ushered with speed out of the door.

A limo was waiting for them and the driver held the door open. “No alcohol, but plenty of other things to drink,” he said kindly. Bea climbed into the back seat and smoothed out the polkadots and black crinolines while Kavan came to sit beside her. The doors closed, music came on through the speakers, and the limo took off. From her little purse Bea took out a flask and opened it. Taking a couple of gulps she then offered it to Kavan.

“Want some? It’s a bit strong.” Her impassive face had calmed down from the blush, giving her a mildly peeved appearance. After eyeing the flask and Bea’s expression for a brief moment, Kavan shrugged his shoulders and took her up on her offer; Kavan had never been much of a drinker, but he figured that he would make an exception for homecoming. Besides, if Bea could down the liquor in a couple of gulps like it was water, surely he could do the same. Right?

Wrong. Kavan had managed to only take one quick swig from the container before erupting in a fit of coughing, his face screwed up in a look of disgust. He handed the flask back to Bea without hesitation as he wiped his mouth with the palm of his hand. “Jesus Christ, Bea,” Kavan said as he searched around the limousine for a bottle of water, “I think ‘strong’ was a bit of an understatement.”

A giggle escaped her as Kavan nearly choked on the alcohol. She had a hand to her lips as her eyes sparkled with bemusement and her lips widened enough to show a hint of her white teeth. She corked up the flask and put it back in her purse before wading through all her crinoline to open one of the side fridges and pulled out a bottle of orange juice. “Something sweet soothes the throat best,” she said and offered him the drink. Kavan took the drink with a thankful nod. She settled back into her seat. “I’m glad you’re not as scary as I thought you would be. You are always just so… loud.” She sighed and watched the boy with benign interest.

“You thought that I was scary?” Kavan said with a chuckle as he twisted the cap back on his bottle of orange juice, “See, I could understand if you felt that way about Marisol after she busted up our class president's car with a baseball bat. Or maybe even that new chick who made Johnny-boy step out of his character on the first day of school. But me?" As the young man spoke, he took a quick glance out of the window; it only felt like they'd been in the limousine for a few moments, but they were already a little ways away from the country club. "I don't think I'd call myself loud, either. Maybe just... expressive."

She looked down at her hands and fiddled with the edge of her dress. “Looking at you is… loud,” her brows knit as she tried to find the best way to explain. “There just a lot and it hurts my head sometimes. Your face and hair are always so… much. Maybe too pretty?” If she wasn’t careful she would pick apart the hem of her skirt. “Like looking at the sun… or something.”

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