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Meadow University

Shiloh Clay

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Name

Shiloh Betty Clay

Nickames

Shi _{(Pronounced “shy” but there’s not a y in her name, so don’t spell it that way.)}
Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) _{(By her father & family)}

Age

20 _{(Birthday October 4)}

Gender

Female

Year

Junior

Reason of Admission

Trust fund — only able to access her family's wealth once she set off for college.

Major

Photography and Digital Media, minoring in Creative Writing

Sexuality

Lesbian

Relationship Status

Single & Looking for something serious _{(for once)}

Label

Photgraphy Lover/Novice Writer/Hardcore Gamer/Cosplay Queen/Rocker Chick/Party Girl

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dyed Cotton Candy Pink | Loose Waves | Worn down mostly but sometimes in a messy bun or in space buns
• Eyes: Icy Blue
• Height: 5’7
• Body Type: Thin, small bust, “boyish” frame
• Clothing Style: Shiloh’s fashion choices are diverse and ever changing. Most days she settles for a punk rock hobo look, wearing band tees that she always cuts/rips/bleaches or modifies in some way along with jeans and combat boots. Other days she likes to live her best pretty pink princess life, flipping from tomboy to girlygirl when it suits her mood — skirts, blouses, sometimes something as outlandish as a tutu. If she is feeling particularly creative or in a groove, she opts for bohemian hippie chic style clothing — floppy hats and loose, flowy blouses, clothing with beads and braids, tie dye. If it’s a Patreon day, or convention season, she will deck herself out in full head to toe, often handmade, cosplay (she has come to classes in cosplay around Halloween time as well). (ex: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
• Makeup Wise: Mascara, single color eyeshadow looks, black eyeliner if it’s a dark day, the lightest amount of pink lip gloss if it’s a girly day, concealer for pimples, otherwise just a tinted moisturizer (never a full face foundation).
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Virgin skin and only a single lobe piercing in each ear. She is considering getting a triforce tattoo, but her indecision has kept her from committing to anything thus far.

Personality Traits

Playful ★ Indecisive ★ Creative ★ Temperamental ★ Adventurous ★ Leisurely ★ Passionate

Likes

• Photography
• Writing
• Rock music, particularly her dad’s band, Mutiny of the Groove
• Cosplay
• Handheld game systems
• Pokemon, Zelda, Persona, Animal Crossing, Mario, and most of those cliche games about killing zombies
• The color pink… clearly
• Sour Candies
• Spicy food, especially flaming hot cheetos.

Upbringing Synopsis

Full Familial Background Bio

True love can be found amidst vinyl seats, home fries, and a vintage style jukebox. All you need is a little sunshine… The Sunshine Diner, that is. Kathryn “Rin” Zabrecky and Wesley Clay met at the diner when Rin was just a teenager. It wasn’t love at her first sight, lust maybe, but it was more of a game of cat and mouse than anything for a while. They were both young and dumb, and somehow they just… worked.

Rin was putting herself through beauty school when she started seeing Wes officially. Wes, on the other hand, was fronting a garageband that seemed to be going nowhere named The Lone Rangers, alongside his brother, his stoner friend, and his roommate. It just so happened that the stars aligned above LA a few years later, because this little garageband with it’s shitty name somehow got noticed by a record label. Working at a diner that occasionally hosted celebrity clientele had its perks.

There was a catch in the record deal, however. Wes and the boys had to choose a new name. After much deliberation, the group decided on Mutiny of the Groove, which still garnered more than a few eye rolls. Anything was an improvement to The Lone Rangers, however, so it was accepted and… surprisingly enough, the band took off. MotG, as it has commonly been abbreviated, has a unique sound — modern rock with roots in bass-heavy funk and classic 80s hair metal guitar riffs.

The eccentric young couple, though they had the money to do better, got married in a Las Vegas drive-thru chapel. The ceremony somehow gracefully danced the line of being both charming and obscene, and that perfectly represented the Clays’ relationship. Long after their wedding day, the couple remained as amorous as ever. Many might have thought them to be sex addicts and, truly, they weren’t wrong.

While the Clays did engage in frequent relations, Rin absolutely did not want children. But of course, no one is perfect, and Kathryn may or may not have missed a pill or two and oops. A fruit of their labor had blossomed. Wesley was away on tour with the band when Rin finally came to terms with what her late period meant. Wes found out that he was going to be a father over Skype, which was arguably better than a phone call or a text, but still not ideal. Despite neither of them having a desire to be parents, it turned out that they weren’t absolutely awful at it. Rin was unwilling to test that further, however, and immediately got an IUD after Shiloh was born.

Shiloh grew up in a hippie commune, of sorts. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and Shiloh was raised by not only her two parents, but also her “uncle” Lenny (that stoner friend from the band mentioned in the hider above), her actual uncle Wade, her mother’s non-binary sibling Nik, and the final MotG band member, Cooper.

Growing up, Shiloh inherited a little bit of each of those people that poured into her life. Her personality, fashion-sense, and tastes are all a blend of the eclectic group’s own personas. Shi likes the color pink, wearing ridiculously poofy skirts and dresses, and getting her hair done — just like her mother. On the flip side, she loves chilling out and wearing vintage rock band tees and listening to the same styles of music as her rockstar dad. Lenny taught her how to properly light a joint and “bask in the cannabliss”. Wade taught her how to be an absolute menace behind a drum kit (in all the best ways). Cooper taught her to embrace her own creativity, which led to her picking up photography and writing. Nik taught her to be open-minded, and to accept herself at a very young age, no matter what that meant — and if she ever needed someone to talk to, it could always be them. Shi came out first as bisexual and then later as a lesbian to her agender pibling(parent’s sibling) before she officially did to anyone else.

On the topic of sexuality, Shiloh was certain that she liked girls as early as elementary school. Girls were pretty, and they liked the same things that she did, most of the time. Going into middle school, Shi tried to like boys too. She came out first as bisexual, and openly dated both genders for a time. This is when she realized that preteen boys, quite frankly, were stinky: And dick wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. In fact, the first time a boy dropped trou for a blowie in 8th grade, Shi stood up and left him wanting and waiting — only to dump him via text later that night. As it stands today, Shiloh maintains her status as gold star lesbian^{(not that she cares for labels)}, despite her years of bicuriosity.

Next came high school. Now that Shiloh was firmly and decided gay, it was time to play. She was young and cute and appeared to be playfully naive, all of which landed her in many a bed of the upperclasswomen of her high school. Among these women was Shauna Flynn, Beverly Hills High’s own thespian, lesbian, playgirl, misanthropist. Unlike many of Shauna (the Shark)’s so-called “victims”, their brief and wild tryst did not leave a freshman Shiloh teary-eyed or brokenhearted. Quite the opposite happened, in fact. Shauna was one of many girls that helped Shiloh figure out what she liked and what she wanted out of sex and romance, and the two of them remain friends even all these years later.

Heading into college at Meadow University, Shi was ready to put her loose moralled sexcapades behind her. She has tried dating seriously rather than bouncing from one conquest to another like she did in high school, but no relationship has stuck for more than a few months, unfortunately. Regardless of romance or lack thereof, Shi is living her best life at university. She has always dreamed of going to college and living in a dorm room, and now that she does, she’s making the most of it. Shiloh enjoys most of her classes, and packs her schedule full with fun and creative electives. She is active in the school’s gamer club, attends sorority parties, and enjoys going on “adventures” to explore the surrounding areas off of the college campus. Vermont is beautiful and a million times more interesting than LA, in her opinion. It snows here!!!

Family

• Kathryn “Rin” Clay (née Zabrecky) - Mother. Hair stylist and beauty salon owner.
• Wesley “Wes” Clay - Father. Frontman of Mutiny of the Groove.
• Nikolai “Nik/Niki” Zabrecky - Pibling. Shiloh’s #1 role model and confidant.
• Wade Clay - Uncle. Drummer of Mutiny of the Groove.
• Leonard “Lenny” Webber - “Uncle”. Bassist of Mutiny of the Groove.

Misc.

• Her mother’s genetics left her with a very large gap between her front teeth. Shiloh spent most of middle school and freshman year in braces because of it, and if she doesn’t wear her retainer every night, it will start to reappear.
• Has a freakishly long tongue. Seriously, it’s kind of weird. ^{But the ladies love it.}
• Growing up, Shi always had wildly colorful hair that made some of the other elementary students jealous — that’s a perk of having an open-minded hairdresser for a mother! Although Shiloh’s signature color has been pink for a solid few years now, it has been every color of the rainbow at one time or another.
• Rules: I'm typically not a rom com person, but rotten tomatoes says that Princess Bride is a rom com, and I love that movie, so that one!

FC: Charlotte Free | Color: 80e5ff | Font: Chasing Stars

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Robin Turner

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Name: Robin Dee Turner
Nicknames: Little Bird (by her parents)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Young & Having Fun
Occupation: Bartender

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Positive Traits:
Independent
Aspiring
Boisterous

Negative Traits:
Opinionated
Unstable
Impulsive

Dreams:
To make it as a drummer in a famous (or literally any) rock band.

Dilemma:
Currently does not have a band, money, potential bandmates... or any idea how to actually go about attaining her goal of becoming an accomplished musician.

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Biography:
Before Robin made her way to California with bright eyes and big dreams, she lived in a small town in Wyoming. Most towns in Wyoming are small, but that’s beside the point. Robin was the daughter to a couple that met at Turner Mortuary Services. Her father, Alan, was the funeral director and owner, while her mother, Rosalie, was one of the secretaries. That would be controversial, but it was the sixties, so… it was, but no one called it that. Growing up around a funeral home with constant exposure to death, loss, and mourning had an interesting impact on young Robin. When students at her school would tell their scary ghost stories, she would tell them they were being stupid. If ghosts were real, she would have met some, simple as that. Her bold insults and nonchalance about death did not net her many friends. It wasn’t long before she was labelled as a freak, but Robin embraced her misfit role, especially when high school rolled around. She never wanted to fit in with the pretty, put together cheerleader girls anyway. Chipped black nail polish suited her nails far more than princess pink ever could, and she didn’t need to dress for attention when she could just make a lot of noise.

Robin’s infatuation with rock music began in middle school and skyrocketed in freshman year when she got the drumset that she had been begging for on Christmas morning. Her parents quickly regretted caving to their daughter's musical desires, because from that day forward she never stopped banging away at the thing in her room. Her older brother, however, supported her from the start, which meant the world to her. Robin idolized Charlie, because he was, quite simply, the coolest brother ever in her eyes. This made it all the more terrible when she lost him to a drunk driving accident in his senior year.

Death wasn’t a stranger to Robin, she’d grown up being numb and overexposed to it. It was just the other side of living, like her parents had explained when her child self had first started asking questions. She thought she knew what death was, but she didn’t, not until the cops knocked on their door that night. The news was devastating for the Turners. Her parents grew more strict and reserved, which chafed intensely with how Robin handled her own grief. She turned to the same habits her brother had… started smoking cigarettes and going to parties with older kids. All the while, she kept her love and passion for music. Charlie had always encouraged her to chase her dreams, and this became the very reason that Robin would never give them up.

Unlike Charlie, despite falling in his dangerously rebellious footsteps, Robin did make it to her highschool graduation. Her relationship with her parents since her brother’s passing had grown tense and distant because of her behavior. So, when they pressed her for her career plans after highschool, her response did not go over well. She was going to be a rockstar and to do so, she needed to move out of Bumfuck, Wyoming (her words). Her parents forbid it, and she told them to shove it up their asses, because she was eighteen and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted.

Robin got on a bus with nothing but a dream, a suitcase, and a couple of hundred dollars that she had saved up from waiting tables at a local diner. She was California-bound and most definitely trying to outrun her problems. Nowadays, over a year since that busride, she lives in an apartment above the pub that she bartends at. The rent is cheap because no one wants to live above a bar, let alone one that they work at. Luckily, she doesn’t care, she has her independence and that’s all that matters. An added bonus is that her rowdy bar patron “neighbors” don’t complain about all the noise that she makes drumming. She’ll make it out of this rut some day, she just has yet to catch her big break… or, you know, find actual bandmates.

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Extra Info:
FC: Courtney Love
Dialogue Color:7a49a5
Font: Tatida!
Fave 80s Movie: Labyrinth

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Robin Turner

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Name: Robin Dee Turner
Nicknames: Little Bird (by her parents)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Young & Having Fun
Occupation: Bartender

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Positive Traits:
Independent
Aspiring
Boisterous

Negative Traits:
Opinionated
Unstable
Impulsive

Dreams:
To make it as a drummer in a famous (or literally any) rock band.

Dilemma:
Currently does not have a band, money, potential bandmates... or any idea how to actually go about attaining her goal of becoming an accomplished musician.

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Biography:
Before Robin made her way to California with bright eyes and big dreams, she lived in a small town in Wyoming. Most towns in Wyoming are small, but that’s beside the point. Robin was the daughter to a couple that met at Turner Mortuary Services. Her father, Alan, was the funeral director and owner, while her mother, Rosalie, was one of the secretaries. That would be controversial, but it was the sixties, so… it was, but no one called it that. Growing up around a funeral home with constant exposure to death, loss, and mourning had an interesting impact on young Robin. When students at her school would tell their scary ghost stories, she would tell them they were being stupid. If ghosts were real, she would have met some, simple as that. Her bold insults and nonchalance about death did not net her many friends. It wasn’t long before she was labelled as a freak, but Robin embraced her misfit role, especially when high school rolled around. She never wanted to fit in with the pretty, put together cheerleader girls anyway. Chipped black nail polish suited her nails far more than princess pink ever could, and she didn’t need to dress for attention when she could just make a lot of noise.

Robin’s infatuation with rock music began in middle school and skyrocketed in freshman year when she got the drumset that she had been begging for on Christmas morning. Her parents quickly regretted caving to their daughter's musical desires, because from that day forward she never stopped banging away at the thing in her room. Her older brother, however, supported her from the start, which meant the world to her. Robin idolized Charlie, because he was, quite simply, the coolest brother ever in her eyes. This made it all the more terrible when she lost him to a drunk driving accident in his senior year.

Death wasn’t a stranger to Robin, she’d grown up being numb and overexposed to it. It was just the other side of living, like her parents had explained when her child self had first started asking questions. She thought she knew what death was, but she didn’t, not until the cops knocked on their door that night. The news was devastating for the Turners. Her parents grew more strict and reserved, which chafed intensely with how Robin handled her own grief. She turned to the same habits her brother had… started smoking cigarettes and going to parties with older kids. All the while, she kept her love and passion for music. Charlie had always encouraged her to chase her dreams, and this became the very reason that Robin would never give them up.

Unlike Charlie, despite falling in his dangerously rebellious footsteps, Robin did make it to her highschool graduation. Her relationship with her parents since her brother’s passing had grown tense and distant because of her behavior. So, when they pressed her for her career plans after highschool, her response did not go over well. She was going to be a rockstar and to do so, she needed to move out of Bumfuck, Wyoming (her words). Her parents forbid it, and she told them to shove it up their asses, because she was eighteen and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted.

Robin got on a bus with nothing but a dream, a suitcase, and a couple of hundred dollars that she had saved up from waiting tables at a local diner. She was California-bound and most definitely trying to outrun her problems. Nowadays, over a year since that busride, she lives in an apartment above the pub that she bartends at. The rent is cheap because no one wants to live above a bar, let alone one that they work at. Luckily, she doesn’t care, she has her independence and that’s all that matters. An added bonus is that her rowdy bar patron “neighbors” don’t complain about all the noise that she makes drumming. She’ll make it out of this rut some day, she just has yet to catch her big break… or, you know, find actual bandmates.

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Extra Info:
FC: Courtney Love
Dialogue Color:7a49a5
Font: Tatida!
Fave 80s Movie: Labyrinth

Project Untamed

^{*Trigger Warning: Self-injury*}

_{Location | Dorms → Outside}

Wesley awoke rather uncomfortably today. Morning rays of sunlight crept in through the window, alerting him that he was not, in fact, a small sized animal chasing an even tinier mouse through some brush. He was a student, in his dorm room, and that was a really weird dream to have. Instead of waking up in a bed, like a normal person, he found himself curled up in one of two bean bags on his floor — a nearly impossible task given the lankiness of his limbs. His laptop was haphazardly lying on its side beside the bean bag, a grey screen asking if he was still watching. Clearly, he was not, and he had no idea how many episodes of Narcos he had missed before said laptop had met its grounded fate.

He wished he could say that waking up in strange places and positions was unusual... but... at least in these past couple of months, it was not. He slept anywhere, everywhere, and nearly all the god damned time. It was about a week after this issue first started that he had made his way to the student health services to get tested for mono. Because, surely, that was the only reason a person would sleep for over 15 hours a day for a whole week straight. Instead of mono, he left with a diagnosis of narcolepsy and an otherwise clean bill of health. So… he was narcoleptic, and this was his new normal. Cool, great.

These bouts of sleeping were usually followed by intense hunger, and this morning was no different. Wes kept a personal stash of food in his room for this very reason. All six feet of Wesley Slater stood up from the floor and stretched up towards the ceiling with a big yawn. Scratching at the mess of curls atop his head, he made his way to the snack stash and perused the goods. Most of it was shitty junk food and some granola bars… then his eyes settled on a jug of peanut butter chocolate protein shake mix; A gift from Leo so that he could “bulk up”.

Wes wasn’t sure if he was actually capable of bulking up, but protein sounded good given that he wanted to go for a run this morning. He mixed the powder with some milk using the shaker bottle that he was also given by Leo. Shrugging, he tossed an experimental swig down the hatch. The chalky beverage turned out to be a piss poor excuse for a source of protein. It just left him craving meat more than ever. A thick, juicy, bloody hunk of meat… his mouth watered at the thought. Wes made a mental note to hit up the cafeteria after his jog.

Lazily running a hand through his curls in lieu of a proper combing, Wesley went about getting ready for the morning. He was just about to go get sweaty, so a shower wasn’t in order yet. Instead, he pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and a simple t-shirt to run in. Grabbing his earbuds and school-issued phone off of the desk, Wes caught sight of the assembly of lines across his now-bared forearm. The macabre set of fleshy train tracks was haunting. The scars stunned him in a mental battle of confusion and denial. He… couldn’t remember doing it… he didn’t know why he ever would do this to himself. The scars were long-since healed and yet the ‘why’ was a mystery to him, but the feeling he felt back then was familiar once again, and an overwhelming sense of shame filled him.

Wesley tried to shake off the bad vibes and walked over to his dresser to get a hoodie. Pulling the garment over his head, Wes successfully covered it all up. Out of sight, out of mind… right? Popping in his earbuds, he let the newest playlist recommended by Theo fill his ears, pushing away any uninvited thoughts with smooth folky beats. Jogging down the stairs of his dorm building, Wes hoped that he might run into Teddy on his jog. The distraction would be most welcome.

The Entertainers (Retro SoL)

Interested, Courtney Love as a fc.

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

_{Collab Starring: Chris@GhostMami and Aleks@Plank Sinatra}

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This was supposed to be a celebratory trip, wasn’t it? Last hurrah, summer fling, road trip, party all day, staying up night… that kind of thing. So why the hell was it so tense right now? Chris thought all of these things as he approached his brothers from other mothers. AJ had that pinched expression he got when he tried (badly) to hide that something was pissing him off, and then Val practically grabbed him by the ear to drag him off for… whatever reason. Everyone else seemed unsurprised by the tension, and weren’t really speaking about it, ‘cept for Aleks, of course. Aleks always called it like he saw it, and for some reason he was predicting bodies.

Chris scanned the rest of the group and his eyes found a face that he didn’t really recognize. Maybe in passing at a party, if that, but nobody that he got to know at all. This was unexpected, given that this trip was organized by AJ and meant to be with his closest friends… so, who was she? The punk sized her up and, truth be told, he liked what he saw. Long wavy blonde hair, black crop top, chucks, a choker. She was fine, and very much so his type. Hell, give her some smudged eyeliner and a drugged out expression that dripped sex appeal and she’d be giving Gwen a run for her money. That thought sent a pang of guilt through his gut and Chris tried to shake it away. Best not to think about that bad idea… poison that tastes sweet is the most dangerous of all. Aces and Chris would be each other’s downfall, so they couldn’t be a thing. At least that’s what Chris told himself. Leaning in towards Aleks, he asked in a low tone, “Hey… who’s the babe?”

Aleks grinned to himself, the mischievous tug on his lips somewhat disguised by the way they pursed around his straw. He took a long sip of iced mocha before he elbowed Chris’ bicep, his way of a wordless greeting. Once he gulped, in a similarly low tone he murmured, ”Check this out.”

The Russian in his accent was more noticeable when he spoke quietly. It turned half his sentence into a purr and grew more pronounced as he continued. It was so rare that people allowed him to gossip.

“Here is the rundown. So the babe. The babe is Jamie’s twin. Obviously, we can assume she was not on the guest list, meaning some perceived Judas among us decided to tell her to be at this parking lot with all her things with the rest of us. It’s fucking great.”

Chris’ eyebrows shot up and he nearly choked on his words. He had been ogling his best friend’s ex’s sister. His twin sister. That had to be breaking some kind of bro code. “Oh… no shit…” Chris laughed and even smirked alongside Aleks. “So that is why he looked like he had just sucked a lemon when I got here.” He shook his head, recalling the girls’ conversation in the car when they arrived. “I thought they were fucking joking… I didn’t think they were serious, holy shit. But I know who your Judas is. It’s a Judette.”

“Hm?”

Aleks was taking another sip of his coffee when his eyes found Chris’ two lovely chauffeurs, and his eyebrows shot up with a rare surprised breath - one that almost led to him inhaling an entire mouthful of mocha down the wrong pipe. He took another deep breath to steady himself, but the damage was done; he was already on the verge of doubling over, gasping and laughing in the same instance. Dear Lord. Holy fuck.

“Please tell me it was Ivy,” he whispered, tears of breathlessness and mirth filling the corner of his right eye. “AJ will want someone beaten to death for this, and if it’s Chloé I don’t think I have the heart.”

Chris’ silence was the only cue he needed. Aleks let out a small giggle from his chest, coarsened into a chuckle from his accent and the tickle still clinging to his throat.

“Well… there was definitely some collusion between the two… but…” Chris nodded in confirmation.

“Oh, Ivy, you goddess. I for one can’t wait to be sealed in a single fucking vehicle with everyone.” Aleks leaned closer, sticking his breakfast plate towards Chris as if he was making an offering of one of his uneaten flapjacks. His voice lowered again. “Val is just as furious. Given the general level of attractiveness around here, she’s going to be spitting venom like a fucking dinosaur at everybody here in about an hour. So, in short, she and AJ are--”

Aleks jerked his head towards the van and rattled his coffee; the ice cubes struck the insides of the cup and rocked in his best approximation of a caffeinated tsunami, his closest comparison for what the hell might be happening in the RV right now. Especially with the presence of Leon.

“While Katie is--”

His eyebrows rose again suggestively, accompanied by rolling eyes. They both knew damn well that an act of sabotage like bringing Katie was only going to lead to Biblical plague levels of fuckery. Aleks had no fear on that count; after all, he’d helped her seal the deal with Carter. That earned him a pass, and he was sure he could extend one to Chris. Chloé might be on her own, but hey, that’s what she got for trying to nail him to the wall on several counts of OnlyFans While Intoxicated.

“And here I am, stuck in the middle with youuuu,” he sang playfully.

Chris blew out a breath of exasperation and shook his head. “Damage control central, goodie.” He reached into the bag of breakfast bread that his mother made and pulled out a roll, taking a mighty bite in thought. Chewing quietly, he looked over to Katie again and shook his head. “Why are the most evil, off limits ones also the hottest? God damn, dude. I think I get Val’s perspective for once.”

Aleks’ look lingered on Chris for a long few seconds. Then he shrugged and shook his head.

“Listen, there’s no need to be fooled by all this. It’s tempting, I know, but it’s all bullshit. Even me. Especially me.” Aleks grinned and sipped on his mocha; his teeth scraped against the end of the straw thoughtfully. “You know, I never went to a bank before I came to America. The first time I walked into one was with AJ in freshman year, he had something to cash for his little sister, I think. I asked them what they would do for me if I made an account, and they said, ‘Well, this is where we keep all your money.’” The Russian laughed to himself at the memory. “I doubt that.”

Chris raised his eyebrow and looked over at his rambling friend. What the hell was this Russian on about? He figured that if he listened long enough he would eventually find the point or lesson to be learned. Maybe...

“A lot of the people here have had life gifted to them. I don’t know where my money comes from or how much of it we go through in a year, because I can snap my fingers and there’s always more. We’ll all run out of Reyna’s cooking before I run out of cash to set on fire. To most people, that would make me look like a proper cunt. Maybe I am. But you all got to know me, right? Back when I was too shy to say more than a few words, out of fear of how my accent sounded. And I would like to think you all benefited from taking that leap. The way I did. I mean, if I wanted to sit still and go through life on easy mode, fuck knows I could just stay in Los Angel--”

Aleks shook his head, not finishing the sentence. He chewed over his pancake contemplatively.

“The point is, it may look like there’s a lot to be jealous of here, but you know us very well. We have as many fucked up problems and idiosyncrasies as anyone. And you, unlike most of us--” Aleks cocked his head at his friend, staring again. “You have a good head on your shoulders. You know how to use it. Just don’t do anything to her that AJ would do, and don’t do anything you think I wouldn’t. In fact, I would argue that maybe it’s better to get on her good side early. The summer won’t go by any faster if we decide to draw battle lines right here in the parking lot.”

He turned back to Katie - a girl he hadn’t talked to in ages, someone who made him feel as though the Aleks of last year and the Aleks of this morning were two different people, someone who made him acutely aware of the passage of time and friendships.

“Maybe we need to take a leap again. Try and be her friends before it turns out we’re enemies. But I am a lover, not a fighter, I guess..”

Yeah right.

Finally, destination “the point” had been reached. Conversations with Aleks were always a hoot. It was like one of those indoor roller coasters that are completely dark, so you just keep getting tossed around at every twist and turn, no idea what is going on until you are out in the light again and realize what a fun ride that was. Yeah, that’s what being friends with the crazy Russian was like, and it was great. “Well…” He looked down at the bag in his hands. “I got my mom’s fresh baked rolls. Peace offering, maybe? Also, you’re disgustingly rich and I kinda hate that, but I keep forgetting so it’s easier to love you regardless. No homo.”

Aleks winked and elbowed Chris’ arm again.

“Good talk, sport. I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you tell her one of those rolls is from me. You know me, I’m too shy to shoot my shot with girls.”

Chris kissed his teeth and shook his head, “Pfft, man, fuck your thousand dollars…. Wipe yer ass with a thousand dollars… too shy, my ass, dude.” His filipino side started taking over as he started gesturing with his hands, indicating all around Aleks face and such. “The hell you got to be shy about, shit…” Chris shook his head some more and waved Aleks off. “I ain’t walking over there alone, and you can save your money for our hospital bills if AJ loses his shit for us talking to her, how ‘bout that?”

“That seems agreeable.” Aleks smiled innocently and looked at his half-finished white mocha. It seemed he and Katie shared some common ground after all.
Chris had a point. There was no telling what AJ would do if he came out and saw them chatting up Katie, but Aleks hoped his presence would ease tensions somewhat. After all, his decent acquaintance with Katie aside, Aleks had never been a fan of Jamie. Hopefully it would make them both realize all he wanted was for the trip to go smoothly until they could reach Colorado and replenish their pot supplies. Hospitalization seemed unlikely, but the Russian knew that AJ, at the very least, would never strike Chris.

“I am, you know. Cripplingly, painfully shy. I wish you wouldn’t mock me for it.”

Chris was looking at him like he was an Instagram thot, gyrating on his bed while swearing he was a born-again Christian. Which was an apt comparison.

Aleks smiled wider.

“Me? Mock you? I could never...” He smirked and clapped a hand against the back of Aleks’ shoulder in camaraderie. “Val ought to keep AJ busy for a few, so we should have enough time to extend an olive branch. Shall we?”

“I believe we shall.”

Project Untamed

Wesley Slater

_{FC: Timothée Chalamet /// Color: 98817b}

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"Don’t wait for the perfect moment, create it."

Nickname

Wes

Age and Birthday

17 /// December 25^th

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual...?

Animal Identity

Polecat (aka the common ferret)

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Personality

You don’t have to look much farther than face value to see Wesley’s most defining personality trait. His baby brown curls, piercing hazel eyes, brilliant smile, and way with words can only be described as charming. Deceptively charming. Disarmingly charming. Sell you sand in a desert and leave you feeling happy you did business even though you’re broke now charming. Wes had a genuine and innocent version of this charm before the Project, but now… it’s been tainted. Quick wit and subtle manipulation has been added to his forte, packing a poisonous punch for those who fall for his seemingly sweet and affectionate exterior. His position in the animal kingdom is to survive by any means necessary. Be fast, be clever, be sneaky and, most importantly, befriend the bigger guys (and gals). Wes is now a master of chaos — a small time pilferer, a troublemaker, a gossip, a flirt, a rabble rouser. And he can be all of these things with the help of friends in higher places keeping him safe while he gets everything that he wants out of the deal, giving little or next to nothing in return. Affection and constant companionship? Sure, he gives that, but even he can’t tell which of his feelings are real and which are lies to justify some end. That said, his manipulations are subtle, he wouldn’t be good in his role if people noticed what a piece of shit he was being. To everyone else, he’s one of those everybody’s buddy kind of people, with his biggest flaw being that he is a bit needy… maybe even clingy at times.

Habits/Quirks/Fun Facts

✸ Born on Christmas day
✸ Kleptomaniac
✸ Fast runner
✸ Talented pianist
✸ Narcoleptic

Dreams

Wes wants to go to law school and study to be a lawyer, but is unsure on a specialty as of yet. An eventual goal is also to use his law knowledge to get into politics. Before the Project, Wesley wanted to be a music teacher, preferably for high school so he could direct musicals.

Likes/Dislikes

✔ Napping
✔ Romancing
✔ Honey
✘ Being challenged
✘ Vulnerability
✘ Loneliness

Fears

Wesley fears not being accepted and loved, which is most likely a remnant of his past. In the animal world, this manifests as a fear of other people discovering and calling him out on his machiavellian scheming, and then hating him for it… leaving him defenseless and alone.

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History Pre-Memory Loss

Wesley is one of the characters that is probably better off having no memory of what life before the Project was like. He was raised by a single father, as his mother passed away from complications during childbirth. The loss of his wife had a devastating impact on Dr. Frederick Slater, leaving him mournful and alone and, in time, cold and resentful. Christmas was not celebrated in the Slater household, Wes was lucky to get a cake and a gift on his birthday. Instead, it was a day of remembrance for the mother that he never got to meet. An unspoken piece of Fred’s mind nagged and blamed his son for the loss of his lover all those years ago. Over time, this mentality grew a voice, and Fred became much more like a tyrant than a father to Wes. Wesley had a strict schedule, a long list of chores, and was scolded if he dared to address his father as anything other than “Doctor”. Living with this abuse caused Wesley to become a pretty quiet and reserved teenager, but even then, teens are free to explore themselves within the walls of their highschool. Wes’ explorations mostly involved his sexuality, and that, for the most part, he was quite male-leaning. He kept this a deep, dark secret from his father for most of his high school career, because his gut instincts told him this would not be tolerated. His instincts were right, as when Dr. Slater discovered some incriminating conversations on his phone and internet browsing history, it was like he had been found guilty of murder. Wesley was convinced he would soon be homeless, disowned, and abandoned at age seventeen. Instead… Dr. Slater just grew quiet. He continued life as if his son did not exist, ignoring him, all the while he was plotting what to do to fix him. Half-way into a glass of scotch, it hit him… his work with Project Untamed! Dr. Slater wasn’t one of the head decision makers for the Project, but he had close working relations with Dr. Wayman and Dr. Hagerty. The very next day he volunteered his son as a test subject, requesting that he be assigned a predator to “help man him up”. The doctors agreed, although Fred is less than pleased with the predator that they assigned Wesley. A polecat? A glorified weasel just a few evolutionary steps from a household pet ferret... This was clearly revenge from him having his name come first on their postdoctoral research they published together. That said, Fred did not intervene, and instead hopes that something positive will come of this experiment. If not, Wes will be 18 by the end of it, and then he will no longer be any of his concern.

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Extra Information

French fries. Fried potatoes in any form = life.

Wesley’s Relations

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LEO BROOKS

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“Leo is one of the first people that I talked to here. He’s just got that irresistible charisma that people can’t help but be drawn to, myself included. Leo’s a big tough guy, definitely someone that I’d want in my corner if things get… hairy. I basically asked him how he got so hot, without actually calling him hot, of course, and that’s pretty much when we agreed to be workout buddies… I guess? He helps me work on muscle building and strength training, so I can maybe not be such a pathetic twink, while I encourage him to actually get his cardio in… then we both usually enjoy a fat juicy burger and a nap after.”

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BRADLEY BARRON

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“Bradley is probably my best friend here. It’s only been two months, but we get along well. Originally we met in classes, and started studying together. Turns out I’m pretty shit at studying, two paragraphs into a text book chapter and I’m using it as a pillow instead of academic material. Brad doesn’t seem to mind though, and at the end of the day we both usually end up doing good on tests. The REAL fun is what happens after class, though. Brad likes getting into shit just as much as me. Partners in crime, we are, here to stir up some light-hearted, humorous chaos. We’re working on our biggest prank yet, you guys just wait til you see it! If we can pull it off… that is….”

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THEODORE WALLSTROM

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“Teddy is one big dude, that’s what drew me to him initially. Absolute unit of a man, incredible. Maybe after more sessions with Leo I can aspire to be half the man that Theodore is… because, right now, I think I might literally weigh half as much as he does. Anyway, it was pretty easy to run into the guy since the two of us do a lot of running around the campus grounds. Eventually instead of just passing by each other, I suggested we just run together. I like the competition of having someone to run beside, it pushes me to go faster. It’s just… more fun? There’s that, and Teddy’s epic playlists. It’s kind of weird… like listening to some of the bands he has suggested has triggered something in me. Like, maybe reincarnation is actually a thing and I was some kind of musician in a past life? I feel deeply connected to it, but, I don’t know why…”

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Attraction: ▅▅▅▅▅ Approval: ▅▅▅▅▅ Disapproval: ▅▅▅▅▅	WIP

Project Untamed

Wesley Slater

_{FC: Timothée Chalamet /// Color: 98817b}

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"Don’t wait for the perfect moment, create it."

Nickname

Wes

Age and Birthday

17 /// December 25^th

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual...?

Animal Identity

Polecat (aka the common ferret)

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Personality

You don’t have to look much farther than face value to see Wesley’s most defining personality trait. His baby brown curls, piercing hazel eyes, brilliant smile, and way with words can only be described as charming. Deceptively charming. Disarmingly charming. Sell you sand in a desert and leave you feeling happy you did business even though you’re broke now charming. Wes had a genuine and innocent version of this charm before the Project, but now… it’s been tainted. Quick wit and subtle manipulation has been added to his forte, packing a poisonous punch for those who fall for his seemingly sweet and affectionate exterior. His position in the animal kingdom is to survive by any means necessary. Be fast, be clever, be sneaky and, most importantly, befriend the bigger guys (and gals). Wes is now a master of chaos — a small time pilferer, a troublemaker, a gossip, a flirt, a rabble rouser. And he can be all of these things with the help of friends in higher places keeping him safe while he gets everything that he wants out of the deal, giving little or next to nothing in return. Affection and constant companionship? Sure, he gives that, but even he can’t tell which of his feelings are real and which are lies to justify some end. That said, his manipulations are subtle, he wouldn’t be good in his role if people noticed what a piece of shit he was being. To everyone else, he’s one of those everybody’s buddy kind of people, with his biggest flaw being that he is a bit needy… maybe even clingy at times.

Habits/Quirks/Fun Facts

✸ Born on Christmas day
✸ Kleptomaniac
✸ Fast runner
✸ Talented pianist
✸ Narcoleptic

Dreams

Wes wants to go to law school and study to be a lawyer, but is unsure on a specialty as of yet. An eventual goal is also to use his law knowledge to get into politics. Before the Project, Wesley wanted to be a music teacher, preferably for high school so he could direct musicals.

Likes/Dislikes

✔ Napping
✔ Romancing
✔ Honey
✘ Being challenged
✘ Vulnerability
✘ Loneliness

Fears

Wesley fears not being accepted and loved, which is most likely a remnant of his past. In the animal world, this manifests as a fear of other people discovering and calling him out on his machiavellian scheming, and then hating him for it… leaving him defenseless and alone.

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History Pre-Memory Loss

Wesley is one of the characters that is probably better off having no memory of what life before the Project was like. He was raised by a single father, as his mother passed away from complications during childbirth. The loss of his wife had a devastating impact on Dr. Frederick Slater, leaving him mournful and alone and, in time, cold and resentful. Christmas was not celebrated in the Slater household, Wes was lucky to get a cake and a gift on his birthday. Instead, it was a day of remembrance for the mother that he never got to meet. An unspoken piece of Fred’s mind nagged and blamed his son for the loss of his lover all those years ago. Over time, this mentality grew a voice, and Fred became much more like a tyrant than a father to Wes. Wesley had a strict schedule, a long list of chores, and was scolded if he dared to address his father as anything other than “Doctor”. Living with this abuse caused Wesley to become a pretty quiet and reserved teenager, but even then, teens are free to explore themselves within the walls of their highschool. Wes’ explorations mostly involved his sexuality, and that, for the most part, he was quite male-leaning. He kept this a deep, dark secret from his father for most of his high school career, because his gut instincts told him this would not be tolerated. His instincts were right, as when Dr. Slater discovered some incriminating conversations on his phone and internet browsing history, it was like he had been found guilty of murder. Wesley was convinced he would soon be homeless, disowned, and abandoned at age seventeen. Instead… Dr. Slater just grew quiet. He continued life as if his son did not exist, ignoring him, all the while he was plotting what to do to fix him. Half-way into a glass of scotch, it hit him… his work with Project Untamed! Dr. Slater wasn’t one of the head decision makers for the Project, but he had close working relations with Dr. Wayman and Dr. Hagerty. The very next day he volunteered his son as a test subject, requesting that he be assigned a predator to “help man him up”. The doctors agreed, although Fred is less than pleased with the predator that they assigned Wesley. A polecat? A glorified weasel just a few evolutionary steps from a household pet ferret... This was clearly revenge from him having his name come first on their postdoctoral research they published together. That said, Fred did not intervene, and instead hopes that something positive will come of this experiment. If not, Wes will be 18 by the end of it, and then he will no longer be any of his concern.

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Extra Information

French fries. Fried potatoes in any form = life.

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

_{@GhostMami x @Amore x @Ejected collab}

Mmm… bread…

Chris awoke to the scent of delicious bakery aromas filling his nostrils. With a grunt he rolled over and glared at his phone to check the time. Shiiit, it was half passed get-the-fuck-up o’clock. Thankfully he had the forethought to pack his luggage before going to bed last night. Preparing for his mechanics exam these past few days and then actually taking it yesterday meant that all of his anxiety and stress funnelled into a slumber of hibernation-like proportions, and he fully expected that he would sleep in.

After going about his morning routine, albeit much faster than usual, he realized it was uncharacteristically quiet. Having Sami around for this past week had become a sort of routine, but something was off today. Chris went to the living room to check if he wasn’t the only one that almost snoozed the day away. The couch was empty and the bedding was neatly folded with a note on top of it. Scanning it, Chris shook his head knowingly. A clandestine departure in the middle of the night was not unlike Sami, and Chris knew that it probably meant that he would be showing up for the trip with a few extra bruises that he didn’t have the day before. It was fine… Sami was a tough dude, it takes one to know one, and Chris knew he’d come out on top of whatever shit he was getting into. Probably.

“Hey Ma—” he called out and was immediately cut off from his question by a knock at the door. “— I got it.” Chris said and rubbed his freshly showered hair with a towel before approaching the front door to open it.

Opposite the door stood the ever so fashionably dressed and seriously sleep-deprived ‘thing 2’ of the hapa duo. A loud yawn was the initial greeting Chris received before Chloé’s arms were quickly snaking around his waist into a warm hug a big contrast to the grumble that left her lips, “Say anything about my dark circles and I’ll kick your ass.”

Despite being on the petite size she packed a punch when she wasn’t messing around and gave Chris a more than friendly squeeze and let him go with a sweet coo, “You’re such a great hugger, kabiyak.” Chloé was more than familiar with the Reyes house and demonstrated it by slipping past Chris’ body to find the woman she was actually here for.

“Angelaaaa~!”

“Coco!” A warm, accented voice greeted from her place at the counter in the kitchen. She was packaging up some freshly baked goodness for them to take on their trip.

Chris had all the time to blink in surprise before Chloé flitted off to see his mom. This was his place in life, silver medal to his own mother. It was worth it for hugs like that though. Chloé was a babe even if she claimed to have dark circles, whatever the fuck that meant. “Hello to you too, sweets,” he said with a laugh under his breath and followed her to the kitchen. “What’s that smell, moms.”

“I make pandesal, so you and your friends have good breakfast.” Angela pointed to the cupboard above the fridge and looked at her son with that motherly smile that all moms put on before asking for something. “Anak, you get the jar for the jam, please.” She smiled at Chloé now, a different smile. “Mango jam, you like mango?”

Chloé leaned against the counter across from the busy woman, not daring to get in her way as the smell of the fresh rolls made her mouth water, “Smells really good, and yeah, mango is great! Can’t go wrong with anything you make anyways, Māmā.” Chloé bit her bottom lip for a moment fighting against the urge to repeat the question she had been asking Angela almost every time she saw her the past three weeks.

“Are you sure you’re okay with checking on Nainai? Chloé’s thoughts were stumbling out of her mouth before she had a chance to cut them off, “I feel kind of guilty about this all, leaving her here by herself.... Like I’m a bad granddaughter or something, it kept me up all night... if you couldn’t tell.” Chloé offered a humorless chuckle and shook her head at herself, “Sorry, I guess the whole staying up all night isn’t my jam.”

Maternal instinct taking over, Angela set her rolls down and stepped up to the teenage girl to pat her cheek softly. “The fact you worry means you are good granddaughter. Of course I don’t mind, I love Nainai. Don’t you worry about us old ladies, you have fun.” The woman, who could hardly be considered old, looked to her son now, who had an empty Ball jar in hand. “Anak, can you pack up the jam for me? I have to finish getting ready for work. You take this and have fun with your friends. Be good.” Angela’s gaze went back to Chloé, “You make sure Chrysler be’s good, okay?”

Chris winced at the use of his full name. Thus far, Chloé hadn’t followed suit in using it, hopefully that stayed the same. Otherwise… there’d be problems. Chris didn’t handle teasing well. “It’s not me you should worry about, moms.” he said with a smirk, scooping jam into a jar. “My stuff is all packed in my room, once this is set, I’m good to go, Clo.”

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“Your mom is an angel.” Chloé stated as she pulled her baby into the garage. Even though the talk with Angela was brief, it had left her feeling lighter and showed in the way she zoomed across town, and how she was already out of the car and throwing open the garage door, a loud bang echoed into the kitchen and the smell of grandma’s “famous” dumplings wafted into the garage.

“IVYYYY!” Chloé’s shout was followed by a softer ‘ow’ as a loving smack met the side of her head.

“Aiya, qǐng wù dǎrǎo my daughter. Help finish Baozi, máfan de nǚhái.”

"Oh, it's okay... don't worry about it NaiNai," Ivy's voice suddenly rang out from behind the three. The young woman strode into the kitchen with a certain pep in her step; she'd been up for some time now, and had just finished getting dressed when she heard Chloé's car pull into the garage. Ivy was definitely a morning person, and despite having stayed up pretty late the night before, she woke up early that morning and went about getting ready without a problem. After giving the older woman a quick hug and kiss, Ivy turned to shoot a skeptical glance at her two friends. "Whoa, looks like you two got hit by a bus. And I mean that in a loving way. Didn't sleep too well?"

Chloé plopped the steaming basket full of dumplings down on the counter, much to Nainai’s dismay, with an exasperated sigh and nodded her head, “Thanks, V..” she deadpanned with a pout before she abandoned the basket to check her features in a small mirror hanging on a wall just outside the kitchen,“I couldn’t sleep at all. I already spilled my guts to Angela and you know how great she is... So, I’m feeling better, I just need to get over myself, nothing that won’t fix itself, ya know?”

“Huh?” Chris replied unintelligently to Ivy’s question. He ran a hand through his hair, which was air drying into it’s usual gravity-defying spikiness and tried to get a glimpse of his reflection. Did he look tired? “Nah, I slept great, actually. Better than I have in weeks… almost slept through Clo coming over.”

“Oh my handsome Nǚxù, Nǐ èle ma? You look shòu!” The elderly Zhang woman was quick on the attack as her dear son-in-law came into view. Nainai’s favorite pastime was doting on Chris and soon enough she was waving Chloé off to grab her things so she could force feed Chris and Ivy with the food she had made the night before.

“I’ll grab our stuff real quick, Ivy! Don’t let Nainai bully you two into eating things if you aren’t hungry! Nǎinai, Bié lǐ tāmen!” Chloé was calling between her light laughter as she disappeared.

“Bù…” Chris replied to Nainai, thinking deeply about his next words. He could speak pretty passable Tagalog, but he was only at the basics of learning Chinese… and mostly learning it out of respect for Chloé’s grandmother. “Bù…... wǒ méiyǒu... nǎinai”. No, he hadn’t eaten yet, and those dumplings smelled bomb as fuck. Chris happily took the food that was offered, nodding his head in thanks to Nainai. He then looked to Ivy now that Chloé was out of the room, “Give it to me straight, is there going to be any room for me in the back seat with how much she’s undoubtedly packed for this trip?”

Ivy didn't hesitate to accept the food that NaiNai offered; After all, when was she ever one to turn down good food? "Well... when combined with our things, and the groceries that I bought for the trip, I'd definitely say you have about a ninety percent chance of suffocating in the back seat. So good luck." And while Ivy was laughing as she spoke, she wasn't totally joking.

“I ‘spose I should help her pack it in then.” Chris responded with laughter. Taking another dumpling ‘for the road’ he walked off to help shlep said luggage and groceries into the car.

On cue Chloé appeared in full form, albeit a bit breathless, with two extra large sized suitcases, a duffle bag on each and a hiking backpack strapped around her chest. And topped off with a full beat, kept on the natural side since her t-shirt dress wasn’t anything glamorous, but those under eye bags had to go.

“Look! Only one suitcase… and a backpack annnd a duffle bag- but it’s progress!” Chloé flashed a proud smile and popped open the back of the family’s Model X, “They’re kinda heavy so lift with your legs, no blowing out backs until we’re on that... uh… bus?”

Chris looked at the suitcase doubtfully, squinting one eye. “Riiiight, just one suitcase. With the mass of an entire planet, no doubt.” He commented before taking the bags off of her hands and carting them out to the car. His assumption was correct. Before leaving the house, he thanked Nainai for the food and gave her a gentle squeeze of a hug. “Double decker camper bus, it’s dope. You’ll love it, trust me.” He explained to Chloé on his way out the door.

After hugging Chris, Nainai turned to her two girls and offered them a kind smile, pulling them into each of her arms, “Have fun, no worries. I’m fine here. Chunhua, hùxiāng zhùyì. I love you girls.” Chloé wrapped her arms around her grandmother and Ivy giving them both a warm squeeze, “We’ll always look out for each other. Wǒ ài nǐ nǎinai.”

"Of course we will, always." Ivy said as she returned their hugs. "You take care while we're gone!" Soon, the trio had piled back into Chloé's car and had begun their drive to the parking lot of Beverly Hills High. As expected, Ivy was the first to connect her phone to the aux cord, and she spent the first few minutes of their drive excitedly rambling about how she'd made a playlist for the road trip.

The drive to BHHS was about half an album’s worth of songs, expertly picked out by the passenger seat DJ, who finally had Chloé hyped and ready to travel the road with her best friends. Turning into the lot, the double-decker bus was definitely a sight to behold, it was very… AJ Tyler. While her eyes would usually be wandering to a certain boy in the group, they were glued on the familiar face of the cute blonde she had been slowly getting closer to.

“Is that Katie- no fucking way, I can’t believe she actually showed up.”

"Indeed it is..." Ivy said, a mischievous grin making its way to her lips. It was no secret that Katie and AJ didn't get along anymore, but when the young woman had called Ivy a few nights before asking for the road trip details, Ivy didn't hesitate to lay it all out for her. In fact, she'd encouraged the girl to tag along; it certainly wasn't unlike Ivy to try and push her friends back together. Hell, she'd been doing the same to Chloé and Val for as long as she could remember. "If AJ asks, it wasn't me who invited her."

“He won’t be hearing it from me, sis. I for one had no idea she was coming.” Chloé made ‘my-lip-are-sealed’ motion as she pulled the car into a parking spot and turned around to look at Chris with a bright smile, “Alright sweetheart, we’ll unpack the car so you can go put the moves on AJ to distract him from exploding.”

Chris looked deadpan at the two girls in the front seat of the car. Were they serious? “You’ve got to be shitting me…” Another glance at the white vehicle and the blonde girl who had exited from it was confirmation that they were, indeed, serious. “Women will be the death of me, on god…” He said with a deep sigh as he vaulted himself out of the overpacked back seat, dragging his single suitcase, pandesal, and toolbox along — just in case. Though, from the looks of things currently, it wouldn’t just be the vehicles that might need fixin’. “Don’t fret, Bumble, I’m here now!” he shouted to his best friend as he approached.

Project Untamed

Interested!
Name: Wesley Slater /// FC: Timothee Chalamet /// Color: 98817b /// Animal: Polecat/Ferret