HylianRose

100 Days of Summer

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"I didn't take her shit!" Eva groaned, suddenly feeling like a cornered mouse. If this had taught her anything, it was that Amelia had all the guys wrapped around her damn finger. At Damar's question, she shot him a glare and responded, "I don't know, why don't you check her damn room first before accusing people." She huffed, turning away from him.

She let out a sigh of relief as, at last, someone stood up for her. Even if she did know that Penny knew, probably without the shadow of a doubt, that it was Eva's doing. When Jocelyn entered and spoke up, Eva let out another loud groan. "Why do you all assume it was fucking me?" She shouted, getting more frustrated at how protective they'd all gotten of Amelia. Damn bitch. "Mi chin neyon..."

"You won't help your case by cursing at them, Eva." Lance responded, amused, but still leaning against the wall for support. "And I'd hate to turn this into a me thing, but... any one know where the first aid kit's at?" He asked, pointing to the cut on his lip. "I'd go looking for it myself but... Uhh... Knee's not really cooperating with me right now." He confessed. He might have been a tough ass, but even he knew when to ask for help and... he kind of needed it now.

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"Shit on a candle stick..." Eva mumbled as she tried, ever so elegantly, to slip herself back out of Amelia's room at the sound of Damar's voice. Damn bitch had already ratted on her. What was the big deal about those clothes anyway? They could just buy her more. Rolling her eyes, Eva continued to mount her escape after returning Amelia's bag to her room.

As she exited the room, however, she heard someone's footsteps at the door. "Shit, they would go check her room first wouldn't they?" She whispered to herself, actually hitting herself on the forehead as if to get onto herself for not realizing this sooner. In doing so, she wasted much of the time she could have used to escape as Damar finally arrived in time to see her crouched in the hall way, waddling her way towards her room, Amelia's room still cracked.

She cringed when she heard Alex's voice screaming into the hallway. Pushing herself up off the ground, she turned just as Lance arrived and started yelling back at Alex, "Byeol, byeol, byeol?! What the hell did I do?" She asked, hoping that she'd be able to convince them she wasn't incredibly suspicious.

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Elizabeth had been talking to the others happily when she noticed a blur streak past her and cling to Damar. When she finally realized who it was, she rushed over to them, but didn't say anything. What happened? Did a butler take her things by accident? Why would they do that if they were already in her room? Maybe they took them to get washed?

Without another sound, Elizabeth rushed off to find Madam Kleine to ask about the laundry and who had been in Amelia's room.

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"And you're sure there will be adults there?" Peter asked, narrowing his eyes at Lance.

Still staring into the bathroom mirror, his hands rubbing more product into his hair, Lance replied to his uncle, "Honestly, Samchon, it's like you don't even trust me."

"Because I don't." He replied, sighing.

"Well, trust that there are plenty of people there to help keep me in line." Lance returned, straighten once he was satisfied with his hair. "It's not like I trust you that much either." He added, a smirk on his lips. His own money had paid for his uncles new flat screen, so he didn't exactly feel bad for all the trouble he caused his uncle.

"Just make sure I don't get another call from the police station. You're not a kid anymore." Peter finished, already plugged back into his football game.

"Right..." Lance replied. Half those times his uncle just referenced were caused by his uncles issues. It was his friends that had antagonized him to begin with. He just... gave them what they wanted. Sighing, Lance walked the sort distance to his closet of a room and grabbed the bag he' packed the night before. He'd have to get some more clothes while he was there.

He smirked, the thought of asking Damar to go with him crossing his mind. What better way to get closer to the one you like than to wear the clothes they pick out.

...

Lance would never do that though. Pushing the thought away, Lance waved lazily to his uncle, a vain gesture that his uncle didn't even see, before leaving the apartment. He walked the few miles it took to get to the bus stop and stood for a few minutes waiting, regretting the long sleeved sweater he was wearing. He stared ahead as he listened to the girls around him squeal with excitement.

"He's so cute!"

"I know! Think he has a girlfriend?"

"Like you'd even approach him."

"Watch me."

But before the girl could approach him, the bus pulled up and Lance hurried on-board, suddenly searching for his headphones. Nothing said, "Leave me the fuck alone." quite like a pair of headphones and resting bitch face. Both of which, he prompted put on. He wasn't one for small talk and making friends was a long process for him. He stared out the window, trying to ignore the stares of the girls. Eventually, however, he gave up and sent them a vicious glare. They jumped, surprised, and turned away, suddenly chatting to each other again, probably about how mean he looked now.

The rest of the trip went about the same. A few more bus stops, more sweating, more irritating looks and comments and finally he found himself at the bus stop just miles from Elizabeth's home. His sleeves were now rolled up and sweat was beading at his forehead. He probably looked like shit and he desperately wanted a shower so he could look and feel normal. No doubt some of them would have something to say about his appearance. Maybe he could sneak in and find a shower before the others saw him.

...Doubtful.

Still, he was going to try. He wasn't particular about what others thought of him but... He didn't really want Damar seeing him like this... As he walked however, a group of tough looking teens were leaning against one of the tall stone walls on the street. He sighed, watching as one of them tapped the other's shoulder and pointed at Lance.

Lance sighed and closed his eyes. He just needed to ignore them and move on. It wasn't worth walking into the house with cuts all over his face, but like usual, Lance wasn't going to get his way. 15 minutes later, two of the boys were high-tailing it out of there and another was puking his guts out from where Lance had punched his stomach. Lance, was again regretting his choice in clothes. He honestly wasn't expecting it to be so hot today. He now had a few bruises on his face and a cut in his lip. His knuckles were red but otherwise he was fine. He continued on, growing more irritated with each passing second.

It was never his fault. They always seemed to egg him on. Even those kids, thinking they were tough and that the Asian guy couldn't possibly be good at fighting. He snorted. What a joke.

About half an hour later, Lance was at the house, his bag still pulled over his shoulder, which... now that he had time to really focus on it, felt bruised as well. He couldn't really tell if it was from those kids or from another time, however. He'd have to have a look when he found a shower.

He didn't have to look in a mirror to realize how shitty he must look like now. Sweaty and slightly beaten. He sighed and pushed his hair, now wet with sweat, away from his eyes. He noticed what he assumed to be the front door and steered clear, instead snaking his way around the building to find another door. Which, he promptly found and entered. He smiled at the familiar sight of the kitchen, where he'd often made pancakes for himself, Eva, and Elizabeth.

The memory turned sour however, when he realized that was the only meal he knew how to make. He'd have to spend a bit more time in the kitchen this summer and learn some dishes. He actually quite liked cooking. Sighing, he made his way upstairs in time to see Eva, crouched on the floor, Alex pointing, yelling at her, and Damar standing at the top of the other set of stairs. He watched his brow raised as Eva replied rather frantically. He knew, from the way she was acting, she'd done something. What, he didn't know.

He blinked, confused, tired, sweaty and already irritated. "What the hell did you do this time, Eva?" He asked, the irritation leaking into his tone. He dropped his bag on the floor and let himself lean against the wall, his leg suddenly giving him a bit of a fit. He feared that if he didn't do this, he might actually just crumble on the spot. He was fit, but he also just walked a very long ways and gotten into a fight. Which, if he thought about it, those kids might have hit him in the legs a few times.

If Lance was being honest, he often zoned out during fights, not realizing the injuries he received until a while after the adrenaline died down. Still, he was more focused on what the hell was going on than how much his knee was aching.

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Lance Peterson

_{"I didn't lose. I just found a million ways that won't work."}

Name Lance Aaron Peterson
Age 18

_{"You mean, you don't love my dance moves? Sad."}

Indepth Appearance
Lance is tall, standing at a towering 6'2 and refuses to tell people how much he weighs. "It's all muscle anyway..." he'd say. He has short dark brown hair and dark, almost black, brown eyes. His eyes are spread very far apart and are very narrow. He has a very wide and large smile when he decides to let others see it. His shoulders are wide, like his father and brother like him. He is very well fitted from a lot of exercise and working out and he takes much pride in his body.

He has no scars on his body, something else he also takes pride in. Despite all of the fights he's gotten into, he still hasn't received any scarring. His skin is very soft and porcelain white.

_{"I'm so afraid of losing something that I love, that I refuse to love anything." - Jonathan Safrantoer}

Personality

• Cocky • Playful • Insecure •

Lance is cocky, mean, and playful. He loves messing with people and making them squirm. He doesn't often pick fights with his 'friend group' but isn't opposed to knocking some teeth in when prompted. There are a few people he will not mess with, however. He refuses to mess with Amelia and Marcus. Amelia because he honestly can't bring himself to mess with such a pure person. Most often he just ignores her, but would protect her without a second thought.

Marcus is different. Lance wouldn't exactly call himself a closet gay, but he doesn't exactly broadcast it like Marcus does. In fact, Lance is actually bisexual, very easily swinging it both ways. He still can't bring himself to keep a relationship for more than a few months, however. He always managing to fuck something up and push the other person away. His insecurities are very, very deeply seated and he is so afraid of losing something he loves to the point of not wanting to love anything. Which is why he tends to either mess with others or steer clear of them. The only person he is completely comfortable around is Eva, who often sees the more vulnerable side of him even if she strongly dislikes whenever he does.

Lance is a sweet guy on the inside, but in his attempts to keep people at a distance, he often comes off as the asshole. The thing he fears most in the world is that if he actually starts to become attached to someone they would stab him in the back or worse, something terrible would happen to them. Despite this, Lance has taken a vow for himself to always tell the truth, even if it's the blunt truth (hence why he gets along with Eva so well). It does often bite him in the ass, however. When he doesn't want to tell the truth, he often just shuts up and refuses to speak.

Lance does have a bit of a mean streak, however. And when he goes into a fight, he goes for blood. He's pretty easy to anger, even if he is playful, and often lashes out in ways that he doesn't mean to. He is, however, quick to admit when he's in the wrong, even if he hates doing so.

_{"Keep the ones that heard you when you never said a word."-Unknown}

Backstory

Lance grew up in South Korea, which is why his accent still shines through a bit when he talks with his friends. Being the son of a massive business tycoon meant that Lance had to deal with a lot of pressure being placed on him, from his mother and brothers. His father was always very laid back and smiled whenever he saw him. The only siblings he ever found that he got along with were the outcasts. Henry, the bastard son, and eventually Eva, the daughter switched at birth. He never got along with Ana and loathed ever moment with his other brothers, Adam and Colin. They always fought with him every chance they got, taking every opportunity to prove how much better they were than him at literally everything. Whenever he brought it up to his father, he would simply shrug his shoulders like it wasn't his problem to deal with and smile like it would all be okay. His brothers would often leave bruises on Lance's body and the one day that his mother, Maria, noticed them, she told him to bulk up. He needed to learn to defend himself if he was ever going to live in this business.

When he was in middle school, Lance had the opportunity to handle some of the businesses affairs and blundered it up so badly that his mother decided he would do better if he were on his own. So, Lance was sent to America, to the US branch of their company where he lived with his uncle. Not only had he been abandoned, but he felt so utterly betrayed, especially by his uncle who often stole money from Lance, money Lance had earned on his own. By high school, Lance had had enough and wasn't much one for making friends. He did get close to one person, however. And his name was Ryan. Ryan was Lance's best friend and they did nearly everything together. Things weren't meant to be so peachy keen, however. As their relationship developed from one of friendship to that of something a bit more, Ryan was kidnapped by men from Korea aiming at getting back at Lance's dad by getting his vulnerable son. They'd made a mistake however, and mistook Ryan (who also looked asian) in place of Lance. Ryan nearly lost his life and Lance's father never came to get him despite the ransom calls. Lance fought hard to free Ryan from them, and eventually someone came and called the police but that was after Ryan had been thrown from a car and beaten into a coma. A year later, Ryan passed away in his coma, starting a long, long depression for Lance. Since then, Lance has refused to get close to anyone, for fear of something happening to them because of his family or by betrayal. He's chalk it up to his inability to trust literally anyone at all. Every relationship he's had since that point, he's always pushed the other person away by one means or another. He mostly just can't seem to let himself love anyone.

He'd always been talked at by Elizabeth but never really listened to her. But by senior year, he gave up and spent a few days hanging out with their group. He still doesn't get very close to any of them, but he does like to keep his eyes on Eva, trying to protect her from any attacks.

_{"It hurt because it mattered."-John Green}

Future Plans
- Play baseball professionally

Likes/Dislikes

• Action Movies
• Spicy Foods
• Animals
• Sleeping
• Rain
• Attractive People

• Family
• Betrayal
• Overly Sweet Foods
• Bright Lights
• Being Unloved

Other
Truthfully - DNCE
_{Speaking truthfully,
I love you more than you love me.}

Colorcode: Orchid
FC: Kim Woo Bin

_{"Just because my path is different doesn't mean I'm lost."}

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Eva listened to the others with mild interest before that quickly faded. It wasn't that she wasn't completely enthralled with them all being here already, but she also didn't really enjoy crowds that much either. Then, her mind turned to a certain blue bird that needed to come out of her shell and a smirk grew on her lips. She patted Damar's shoulder playfully, to let him know she was exiting the conversation and the room.

She followed what she assumed to be the path that Elizabeth and Amelia took upstairs. She waved with a smile to Elizabeth as she walked down the stairs.

"Headed up to your room already?" Elizabeth asked, stopping on the stairs to talk to Eva.

"Nah, just needed to use the potty." Eva responded, running up the stairs past Elizabeth. She grinned as she found the door she was looking for and slipped in silently, looking around for her victim. If this wouldn't get her out of her shell, Eva was really sure what would.

Okay, maybe it was going a bit too far but in Eva's defense, she was bored and Amelia was an easy target. "Don't let yourself be such an easy target. Don't blame me for this." Eva whispered as she grabbed the suitcase and clothes from the bed, grinning mischievously.

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"As long as I get to go to South Korea one of these days, I'll be okay." Eva shrugged, her arm still on Damar's shoulder despite being much short than him. If she was being honest, it was starting to hurt. "I can take any one of you on on that hot sauce challenge. Try me." She smirked, grinning at Ronnie, who, if she remembered correctly, once took her up on that challenge.

When Damar mentioned something about a surprise, Eva raised her brows. "You mean, you weren't my surprise?" She asked, grinning up at him. She also knew that Alex had probably been just joking about that list of activities, but Eva wouldn't be surprised if some of them were willing to go for it. The strip poker though, she wasn't too sure about. She was all for fun and games but even if they were all friends, there are just some things you can't come back from.

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"I'm glad!" She replied, smiling at Brandon, watching with a rather amused look on her face as he signed to Amelia, "Happy pants." She tried very hard to keep her giggling to a minimum as they walked back to the house. She was glad that her friends had had a nice ride here and that they seemed to be enjoying the sites, but she grew ever anxious that they weren't really all that happy. The air felt slightly tense and she didn't quite know why.

After a few minutes, they were back at the mansion. "You guys feel free to meet up with the others. Surely some of them must be in the living room. I'll take Amelia to a shower." She told them, signing as well, as she gently pushed Amelia with her.

Did Brandon tell you 'Happy pants'? She asked, signing to Amelia as they both walked through a side door. Butlers, as always, were there to greet them but Elizabeth waved them off. It would only take them a few moments to go upstairs and find Amelia's room where she had a bathroom.

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@Filthy Mudblood She is the lovelies ~

I'll read those answers eventually, but for now... I have a new video game to play.

-runs away to play Breath of the Wild-

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@Filthy Mudblood No worries! You will always be welcome here. :)

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"If you're the diva then what am I? Sliced bread?" Eva spoke in greeting to Damar's open invitation to insults. She snorted, however, when she actually peeked out of the kitchen, a piece of bread still in her mouth, and got a look at him. "Slaying it as always I see." she commented as she took the bread out of her mouth and walked further into the dining room.

As she did, others arrived as well. "You gave up Japan for this?" she asked, raising a brow in Damar's direction. After letting out an obviously dramatic sigh, Eva walked over to the small group forming and put her arm on Damar's shoulders.

"So, what shenanigans do we have planned?" She asked, looking over at Alex.

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So, for some reason there's no Internet at school. I had to go outside just to get good enough service to send this. I know that at the very least I'll have Internet again when I head for home on the 20th so ye.

Edit: posting on my phone is so fucking irritating...

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@WindsOfFate Looks fine to me! Feel free to move him into the C-Tab and start posting. :)

Oh and, feel free to join the discord. There's a link somewhere in the OOC...