Ejected

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: Country Club
Interacting with: Bea Endive, Archer Diedrikson}

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"Too much dazzle and sparkle..."

To be quite honest, Kavan wasn't sure that he bought Bea's story of simply being a bit overwhelmed with everything that was going on inside the tent, but he decided against questioning her any further. After all, it wasn't like she was obligated to share the real reason why she'd gotten so upset, and it wasn't like they were close friends or anything of the sort. Instead, the young man simply watched silently as his date took a quick swig from her flask; he couldn't help but wonder how a girl her size could handle her liquor so well. While Bea sipped down the burning liquid with ease, Kavan got slightly nauseous at the thought of taking another drink of the stuff. "Well, that's understandable," he said as she put the flask away, "It is a bit... busy in there."

After Bea flicked away her cigarette, she held her hand out to Kavan and playfully mentioned something about dancing. Kavan nearly shuddered at the idea of "tearing up the dance floor" with Bea; it was no secret that he wasn't one to dance at parties. Hell, if anyone could even convince Van to attend a party, he'd only be in it for the snacks. Nevertheless, Kavan took hold of her hand, but before he could get out another word to her, the two were suddenly interrupted by none other than Archer Diedrikson.

“Now I've got to hear this," the other boy said as he quickly approached the pair, "How about it Van? Ready to bust a move?” In almost an instant, Kavan let go of Bea's hand, letting his own drop back to his side. He turned to face Archer just as he started to backtrack. “I mean, sorry. I didn’t mean to invite myself. Uh… I just like to dance!” Part of Kavan was relieved that his friend had arrived at the time that he did; maybe he'd be able to save him from his impending awkward dance session with Bea and the rest of the students on the dance floor. Another part, however, had suddenly grown self-conscious of little things such as the slightly wet spot on the front of his suit jacket from Bea's makeup wipe or the way he'd been slouching before Archer arrived.

"Sorry to break it to you guys," Kavan said with a nervous chuckle, "But I don't think anyone wants to see me 'bust a move.' I'm not that great of a dancer. Shit, the last time I can even remember dancing was when I was in my cousin Aditya's wedding party. Even then, it was more Bollywood and Punjabi styles of dance... which I'm sure no one here would be too interested in seeing."

What Are You Listening To?

TAP - A Romantic Vacation [High-Casual]

Definitely interested.

What Are You Listening To?

The "Goings On" at Upper Lake Institute

Venus Alexander

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Venus Yuri Alexander

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Female

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Bisexual

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Atlanta, Georgia

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Venus wears articles of clothing and accessories that a lot of people would deem too flashy or, in some cases, vulgar.

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She'll usually approach a new situation with hesitancy, but keeps an open mind and ultimately adapts positively.

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Film and Media

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TBA

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✓ Photography
✓ Crunk
✓ Smoking Weed
✗ Socializing for long periods of time
✗ Alcohol
✗ Drama

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» Vlogging | Venus has been vlogging for a few years now; as a result, she has gained a bit of a following on social media and YouTube.

» Videography | In her hometown, Venus was known for shooting the music videos of several local artists. It's something she plans to do professionally after she graduates and earns her degree.

» Roller Skate Dancing | Ever since her dad first brought her down to the local skating rink as a child, Venus has been big on Atlanta’s roller skating culture and the "Atlanta Style" of skating, which basically combines roller skating with energetic, hip-hop dance moves.

» Thrifting | Venus wasn't the most fortunate growing up, so once she finally developed her own style she began to take to thrift shops in order to piece together outfits for affordable prices.

» Self-Care | She believes that self-care is necessary to produce positive feelings, as well as improve her confidence and self-esteem. This includes things such as daily face masks, drinking lots of water, eating healthy foods, exercising, etc.

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“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

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Growth

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Failure

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She regrets calling her father to pick her up from her friend's 13th birthday party.
Maybe if she hadn't made him get behind the wheel that night, he'd still be alive today.

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Ever since Venus's father died, she's had to endure a lot of verbal and emotional abuse from her mother.
In fact, one of the main reasons why she decided to move all the way to Alaska was so that she could finally get away from her.

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[3] Venus was smart enough to keep her GPA above a 3.5 throughout high school, which lead to her earning scholarships and grants that allowed her to pursue higher education without having to take out a bunch of loans. Nevertheless, she is a tad more "street smart" than academic thanks to how she was brought up and the general area she lived in.

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[1] Venus typically gets along with most people, but this all really depends on the type of setting she is in. Spending too much time around other people often leaves her feeling drained and irritable; when she gets to that point, a lot of what she says tends to come off as a bit blunt or rude.

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[4] To keep things simple, Venus is a ballsy and confident woman who isn't easily intimidated. Growing up in her neighborhood and around her old group of friends ultimately molded her into someone who isn't usually afraid to do or say whatever she feels is necessary.

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[4] Venus is physically fit thanks to her constant dieting and daily exercise habits. She also has a pretty high pain tolerance which can be attributed by numerous roller skating related injuries and multiple trips to the tattoo and piercing parlor.

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[1] Venus tends to be a bit ignorant of her surroundings at times; when she's deep in thought, daydreaming, or simply focused on whatever task is at hand, it's hard for her to redirect her attention to or take notice of anything else.

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[0] When Venus moved away from her city for college, she was quick to cut off the toxic people in her life, her mother included. As a result, she doesn't have much but the clothes she brought from home, the camera she had saved up for when she was younger, and the money she's collected over the past couple of years. As of right now, her only source of income is what she earns online from her videos and the pocket change she collects from photoshoots.

The "Goings On" at Upper Lake Institute

I'm interested! I'll have a character sheet up in a bit.

What Are You Listening To?

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: Country Club
Interacting with: Jordan Henderson, Lucas Anderson}

_{Now watch me fly.}
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Fortunately, Chanel had only just began making awkward small talk with Aaliyah when her date reappeared; the young woman had a smug look on her face as she watched Jordan scoop himself a cup of the freshly spiked punch. "I doubt anyone would mind a little shaking up. Those dancers look far too sober for a real party," Jordan said, and Chanel couldn't agree more. Chanel was determined to have a good time that night, and thus came to the conclusion that a little bit of alcohol would help this come to fruition. After Jordan had finished pouring his punch, Chanel grabbed her own cup to do the same. She drained the contents of her cup in two large gulps, ignoring the burning sensation in her throat and stomach that followed. "And I don’t think I’ve met your friend?" Jordan said shortly after, and Chanel carefully blotted her mouth with a napkin before speaking once again.

"This is Aaliyah King," Chanel said, motioning to the other girl, "Also known as King's resident chess queen. We're not really friends, though. Associates or acquaintances would be the better word since we've only ever spoken a few times. Anyway, I just thought I'd compliment her on this amazing dress. I mean, look at her. Doesn't she look great?" As Chanel spoke, she poured herself yet another cup of punch; While she wasn't really looking to get pissy drunk, she did find herself eager to catch a buzz. After all, it had been a few weeks since she last allowed herself to let loose and have a bit of fun, so why the hell not?

Chanel had just finished her third cup when she decided that she was over making small talk with Aaliyah and Jordan; now that she had a bit of liquor in her system, she was finally ready to get the party started. She threw her own cup into the garbage can that wasn't too far from where they were standing before grabbing Jordan by the hand and giving him a slight tug away from the table. "So, Jordan Henderson. What do you say we hit the dance floor? And please don't tell me you're one of those, 'I'm not much of a dancer' kind of guys. It's homecoming, and I'm not taking no for an answer." But before Chanel could get a response from her date, she suddenly felt something hit her on the back. It wasn't like she got hit with anything hard; in fact, Chanel quickly spun around to see a plastic cup, identical to the one she'd just thrown away not too long ago, laying on the ground. However, that was besides the point.

It only took Chanel a moment to realize who had thrown the cup in her direction; it was none other than Lucas Anderson. Looking at the boy, she could easily tell that he was already drunk off his ass. Chanel didn't know much about Lucas other than the fact that he was Santiago's right hand man and basically the slightly less slutty, male version Penelope Richards, but that was just enough information for Chanel to see the other boy in a negative light. A feeling of rage suddenly surged through her body, and before she knew it, Chanel had let go of Jordan's hand and was marching right up to Lucas Anderson, angrily tapping him on the shoulder. Maybe it was her short-tempered nature that caused her to react so quickly and impetuously. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.

"Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Chanel said once he'd turned around. "Like, deadass. What's your problem? Did your parents not teach you any basic fucking home-training? Or do you always just throw shit around like niggas didn't invent garbage cans for a reason?" Chanel was able to look Lucas directly in the eye as she spoke, thanks to the added height from her heels. And what if there was still some punch left in the cup that you just carelessly tossed over your shoulder? Boy, I spent hours working on this beautiful ass dress, and I'll be damned if it gets ruined before I even get the chance to take more pictures."

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: Country Club
Interacting with: Bea Endive}

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"There, do I still look presentable?"

Kavan couldn't help but chuckle a bit and shake his head as he watched Bea smooth out her dress and tame the few strands of hair that had gotten messed up during their brief and only slightly awkward encounter. "You look as beautiful as ever," the young man said simply as he also took that moment to smooth out his own suit. It wasn't until after Beatrice had mentioned it that he realized she'd gotten a bit of her makeup on his jacket. He didn’t really care too much about the stain, seeing as though he could afford to have it cleaned. Besides, this would probably be the last time he’d ever wear the suit anyway; he'd already had a few thoughts about selling it or giving it away after the night was over. Nevertheless, he stayed quiet as Bea carefully cleaned off the foundation with the wipes she’d pulled from her purse. “Thank you.”

Beatrice Endive was a hard person to figure out, that was certain. As Kavan followed the young woman towards the exit, he couldn't help but try to figure out exactly what was going on in that head of hers. Usually, he was good at this. Figuring out what made people tick, studying their micro-expressions, noticing some of the signals they'd send out that would reveal certain details about themselves... Kavan was good at reading people. But when it came to Bea, in this particular situation, he was clueless. He had no idea why Bea had wrapped herself around him just a few moments ago, and he hadn't the slightest clue of what caused her mood to change so quickly.

As soon as the pair had exited the tent, Bea immediately began to dig through her purse once more. She didn't stop digging until she produced a cigarette and lighter; Kavan involuntarily wrinkled his nose at the sight of it all, but quickly returned his expression to a neutral one. The young man stayed quiet, burying his hands in his pockets as Bea took a drag from the cigarette. "Aah, sorry Kavan. Do you smoke? I can stand more downwind," Bea said, but Kavan simply shook his head.

"Smoking isn't for me," he said, "It's a... bad habit. Not that I'm judging, or anything. I've tried to get a few of my friends to quit, but at the end of the day, what you all decide to do is your prerogative..." Kavan's voice trailed off as he let his eyes wander. There were a few other students standing in various areas, the majority of them in the parking lot. Kavan rolled his eyes at the sound of a high-pitched voice yelling in the distance. Of course, it wouldn't be a true a King's Academy function without a little bit of drama. "So, want to talk about what's got you so... upset tonight?" Kavan said, changing the subject.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Location: Limo → Country Club
Interacting with: Bea Endive}

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The very first thing Kavan Varma did once he and his date had finally made it into the homecoming dance was scan the room; he let his eyes wander over the scenery and large crowds of teenagers that stood around in various areas of the room. His eyebrow raised in curiosity as he took a few quick glances at all of the "unusual" pairings that the school had been responsible for; he couldn't help but wonder just how well things had panned out for the other couples. Sure, he and Bea had been getting along fairly well since the night began, but could the same be said for everyone else? Kavan snapped out of his thoughts when he realized just how tight his date seemed to be grabbing his arm; she seemed to be clinging to him more than before. He flashed a warm smile in return to her nervous one, hoping that it would help put her nerves at ease, but it was all too much for her to take in all at once.

"Ah yeah," Kavan said to Bea when she said a bit about needing a second to herself, "No worries. I'll just be near the dance floor if you need anything." Kavan watched with his hands stuffed in his pockets as his date quickly made her way to the punch bowl. Shortly after, he began to make his way towards the dance floor. It wasn't like he had any intentions of dancing, however. No, Kavan Varma had spotted yet another refreshment table on the other side of the growing crowd, and was suddenly eager to get his hands on some meatballs.

As Kavan pushed his way through the crowd, he continued his survey of the room; he couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle as he briefly watched none other than Chanel Martin pour half a bottle of clear alcohol into the punch bowl. Kavan himself made a mental note to stay away from said punch. After all, it wasn't like he really needed any more liquor in his system; Bea had already taken care of that earlier on. Soon, Kavan had reached the snack table, though he was very disappointed with what he found laying on the surface. "Maybe we should've stopped for some food on the way here," the young man muttered under his breath as he reluctantly reached for a celery stick.

It wasn't long before he caught sight of Archer Diedrikson; he was sitting at one of the tables, directly across from his date. Kavan couldn't recall a time where he actually held a conversation with Ariel Grey; in fact, the only time he even came close to interacting with the girl was at Santiago's last house party, and even then they hadn't directly spoken to each other. The unlikely pair looked good together, that was certain; Ariel wore a pretty dress and Archer, as expected, cleaned up pretty well. A strange feeling washed over Kavan as he watched the two awkwardly exchange a few words, but he'd brushed it off almost as quickly as it had appeared. Soon, Kavan had made up his mind to go and speak to his good friend; he didn't even get the chance to throw away his half-eaten celery stick before he suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his waist.

Beatrice. Something was wrong. Kavan instantly tensed up, unsure of what his response should be. But after thinking it over for a brief moment, the young man simply relaxed and wrapped one of his arms around her. "Do you want to... talk about it?" Kavan said, lightly patting her back as he spoke, "We could go outside if you want to get away from all of the noise." It was after Kavan said this that he took one last glance over at where Archer and Ariel had originally been sitting.

But Archer was nowhere to be seen.