Kiki is Anxious

Rosefell High.

“It’s Christian, you goober!” Cael corrected Rae for her mistake, his voice following after her as she continued down the hallway to the doorway leading out to go look out in the parking lot. “Good luck with the vampire thing, but I’m going to try to make a slightly better first impression. I mean, what if he’s uber hott?! Catch you on the flipside, cupcake!”

Oh Cael, that was just quitter talk, and she was not a quitter— Okay, when given the option to quit for food that might not be true but her appetite will always be one of her greatest weaknesses. Sunlight, crosses, wooden stakes, and garlic be damned.

Her mind plagued with the thought of soft red velvet cupcakes, courtesy of her best friends last words she almost lost the objective she had set out to do in the now much more crowded parking lot. Students were now here, whether they wanted to be or not, and while some had the nerve to stare at her for how she looked like she dove head first into an Elsa play pin glitter pool. When she stared back at them abruptly with a concentrated glare, paused in place similar to a dog with their ears straight up, an alert posture as they were looked over like she was about to either roast them alive or gouge their eyes out cause she wasn’t at all aware of the face she was making while trying to find a name tag.

Thankfully no one bothered her, the fear of becoming the next carrier for the glitter virus was enough to let her move about unimpeded for the most part.

“...Not one Olivia...” She mumbled unhappily, her head leaning back with a groan, staring at the sky for a sign just as the voice of the man, the myth, the legend, her brother from another mother played out for all to hear like a gift from on high.

“Yo, yo, yo. It’s your boy Spike, hoping all you cool kids are enjoying being back at school and for you Liberty peeps out there, welcome, man. It’s good to have you here, joining the Knights. Remember to get your fake rose from Tuxedo Mask and a lollipop from me, the guy in the knight suit. There’s also some breakfast shit in the cafeteria.”

Not needing to be told twice, she had a bounce in her step while she went in a jog in the direction of the cafeteria. Fully accepting that her sign was answered like a fortune cookie paper detailing that food was in her future. And who was she to disagree with the disembodied voice of a bro—

”Now, can Rachelle Rawlins please come to the main office? Rachelle Rawlins PLEASE come to the main office. I got a special delivery, just for you! BYEEEE!”

Dammit.

It was comical and slightly off putting to see the girl freeze like a statue mid-jog the second her name was called. That once blissful look morphing into a pout as she raised her shaking fist to the sky, inwardly cursing the odds against her eating food and in favor of the janitors who would have to clean the glitter imprint she would have made.

Instead she had to turn, on her heel with a grace that was confusing as she would robotically be fast walking like a woman in sixties with her exercise pack of housewives only seconds later back to where she had once came. A trail of silver and a few blue sparkles falling behind her like cosmetic dust thanks to her speed.

Gradually she got faster the closer she got to where she wanted to be, by the time she was passing by familiar faces she was actually running since her first inclination was that Spike had found some top tier candy while getting stocked up for today— or maybe it was info on a new edition of comics sold at the book store- either way she had gotten herself hyped.

And a hyped Rae was basically human Sonic, fur and physically impossible speed aside, but she was fast enough that she ended up sliding on the floor during the final turn for anyone standing where Miss Applebottomjeanswiththebootsandthefur normally sat in the main office to watch the teen as she corrected herself so she didn’t fall flat on her ass. Her converses just didn’t get the traction they used too on these floors anymore.

B U T

She could still excitedly skip into the room with a grand swinging of the door as she opened it.

“Broooooo-” Rae cooed, her eyes flickering away from Spike to the girl she had never seen before beside him, addressing her quickly without skipping a beat, “Hi-”

“What was the delivery you had to go god speech for...” The dyed haired girl narrowed her eyes at Spike as she looked back at the unknown girl again briefly, in suspicion since the dude she claimed as her big brother being around a girl who was picture perfect and dressed like she was delicately pulled from an iconic pink box was not the surprise she was expecting at all. So her mind was going in several directions. ”Is this a Life-Size scenario?”

Rosefell High.

“I guess that is… acceptable.” Cael replied with a smirk that Sean matched with a beaming smile, rolling his eyes at the behavior knowing full well that he loved his cooking as much as their smaller friend who had a bottomless stomach.

Granted it took a lot to really damper his mood or hurt his feelings, something that might shock a few since he was the guy handing out flowers the first day. Well, he was offering flowers, and the new male he definitely could see Cael watching with what had been affectionately labeled as the fae gaze. Not that Christian, the only guy he knew the name of so far from Liberty, didn’t get looked over by his pastel haired friend. Something was definitely was in the water there, this amount of eye candy was a little suspicious.

Maybe he had spent too much time with Rae over the summer.

”Nah man. I’m good. Thanks though. Just not a fan of flowers.” The man of the hour was at least a good sport with letting him know that flowers weren’t his thing. He laughed along with Chris, no hard feelings to be had before gently nudging the guy with his arm.

”I get what you mean. Hope the rest of your day goes well.” Sean started off with a small wave of his hand as he began backing away, looking briefly at the clock. He couldn’t stay there much longer, not if he wanted to find his own tourist to guide and still be able to give them a good tour.

”For first days this one might be a doozy.” His last words for the trio, soon to be squad of four from the familiar face of another Rosefell student saddling up to Cael who was in his own conversation.

Spike’s announcement chimming in over head from the speakers that got a hearty laugh from him at his antics. Especially at the mention of DeVito, feeling as though he missed the context for it but still was amused by it none the less. It wouldn’t surprise him if he inadvertently quoted the famous man without meaning to.

Turning another corner to check one of the other name tag places, he was pleasantly surprised by the sight of Jo moonwalking her way away and quoting The Godfather like a legend. Even if her delivery was a little awkward, it was pretty solid. If she wasn’t so busy, it might be fun to have her participate with the Drama Club once in a while.

His brown eyes soon settled onto the girl she had been talking too, well the back of her, and put his best foot forward. Not aware that she was his Liberty Tourist, but was amicably walking up to her all the same.

”Wel-“

His hand held the rim of his hat so he could tip it when he had gotten close enough, but to his surprise was quick to find out that the girl he had been walking up to was the very same Samantha he was paired with. Thankfully the fake rose he had been reaching for was close to the real one that was meant for her and he could cover up the beginning of what would have been a less in character welcome without skipping a beat.

”-l it would seem that lady fortune is smiling on me to have found you here. I’m sorry that I couldn’t have gotten to you sooner to start our tour. It’s an awful thing to make a beautiful girl wait.” Holding out the real rose with his gloved hand, Sean was bowing slightly with his free hand coming up gesture at his name tag with a smile on his face when he straightened up.

Rosefell High.

He was creative to say the least, and for that he earned a semblance of respect. DeVito winking back almost got a laugh from her, this was by far the weirdest way she has handled being catcalled at school, and from not wanting to burn bridges out in the open might have even found a new person to add a little more entertainment to her life while she still had very little responsibility on her shoulders. Though that’s assuming a lot of things to fall into place.

Like getting over his catcalling habits, or maybe him learning not to do that? Both unlikely, but stranger things have happened and for much less.

Things were happening quickly, as all first days often end up, time passing by in blurs. More people joined her beside Emily. Namely, a familiar face that she at first didn’t recognize, the name is lost in a sea of bad memories she had been trying to suppress for years to no avail. Obviously someone from the wicked mister years of middle school, but who exactly eluded her as she listened to the new girl talk to DeVito—

Spike.

A playful smile lit up her features as she watched the guy in question have his air of mystery, if you could call it that, was stripped away in seconds by someone who actually knew him. It was a welcomed distraction from trying to delve deeper into the dark times of her school life to grasp the dated information of the person who had joined them.

Thankfully more people would walk into the circle that Spike had created with just one catcall, mostly made up of girls. Two now, looked very familiar, but only the most recent one had jogged her memory as soon as she faced her after having a conversation with the male. Who was obviously close enough to them to know their drink order, and for them to be comfortable with how close they were.

Armintah Goh, the same girl she knew way back when the worst of their worries was what colored crayon to use for their drawings. Her name coming from her being proof enough alongside how she was just like an older version of her younger self. It didn’t go unnoticed by her that she had finally named the mystery girl, the name ringing many bells. Some of them being alarms, not that it was entirely from her.

”M-Minty?”
If Minty had checked her out, it was definitely lost to the redhead, who had done the same. Though she was more upfront with how blown away she was with how her old friend from back in grade school had changed into the beautiful young woman that stood before her now.

”Oh my god, you’ve—We definitely should catch up. You have art right?”

Juno doesn’t have much time to answer the queen bee who had cut her way through the other students to their group, and immediately made it known that she was the topmost tier of the student body for Rosefell’s hierarchy. Melissa left little room to ask questions or interject more than that and possibly might have been the straw that broke poor DeVito’s camelback, cause he was quick to skedaddled away from the growing group of females. Though not before some poor guy nearly got murdered by a woman she thought was banned from driving….

‘That poor guy-’

Spike’s car horn going off made her jump slightly and back into what felt like a wall, but the voice of Jackson quickly put her at ease and settled the growing anxiety, as he came to stand beside her. It was a relief that it was just one of her close male friends, though they hadn’t known each other as long as some of the other friends around her currently. Her expression relaxing into a jovial expression as she stood upon the tips of her toes to wrap her arms around him in a hug, her arms resting briefly behind his neck as she quietly greeted him back.

”It’s been too long, Jeong-hae Oppa.”

It took all summer to actually be able to pronounce that, but it would be worth it in the long run, she hoped at least. Pulling away to give him a bright smile, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she quickly added, ”We should have another marathon soon.” Glossing over the small joke as she straightened herself back to standing beside him to hear the announcement from the speakers going off. Spike’s voice being played out for everyone to hear with little tidbits of information being shared, only after ending the first time did he chime in a few seconds later with a small message addressed to her with his moniker for her.

‘A well-earned point for Spike and Ike..’

Lilith soon spoke up, awkwardly or maybe Juno was just projecting that onto her, and asked about the tour. Pressing her lips into a thin line, a part of her hated how easy it was for her eyes to wander and land almost immediately on one of the two faces she didn’t want to see. It definitely affected her answer.

”Yeah, we should probably do that. Can’t use the being new excuse if I’m late since they set up the tour buddy thing.” Juno answered, her smile slightly falling as she looked back to Lilith and took a spot by the girl’s side, sending apologetic waves to her friends that were still there. ”You already know I’m Juno, but it’s nice to meet you, all things considered.”

Learning her new school should be a good enough distraction.

Second Horizons

Charlotte Amelia Mannings || Green Cabin

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_{Charlotte Amelia Mannings}

18 (December 13th) • Female • Bisexual

(FC: Kaya Scodelarioo; Dialogue: AFF8CB)
♫ We were young
Posters on the wall
Praying we're the ones
That the teacher wouldn't call
We would stare at each other
'Cause we were always in trouble ♫

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

I’ve been coming here since I seven years old. So ten years?

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

Just put me in green again, that’s where I normally go anyway.

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

Not at all, but aside from keeping my brother busy with activities, there isn’t much you can do outside of not pairing us up.

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

I have meds to take regularly but I can do that on my own. Short term memory problems, though I’ve improved to be only somewhat forgetful.

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

Ice Skating, since I want go to Nationals it would be nice to have rink time.

► What are you looking forward to?

Hot Chocolate and spending time away from my parents, all four of them.

► What are you not looking forward to?

How cold I’m going to be, just cause I like the cold doesn’t mean I enjoy being cold.

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

I’m not the best at showing my emotions, and can be convincingly stoic despite being two loud sounds away from having a meltdown. Maybe it’s emotional constipation, maybe it’s maybelline. Either way, I was like that before I cracked my skull open, now I’m just more forgetful and with the impulse control that most movies show teenagers to have, so at times I give into intense feelings or questionable decisions without much thought, especially when I get really stressed.

Though that’s the extremes, I’m often in the neutral middle ground where people can’t easily tell how I’m feeling thanks to being at a comfortable calm that is friendly and open-minded. Good vibes and times has gotten me a lot of friends throughout the years, especially at camp. I'm half-convinced that people just assume that I'm high cause of how mellow I can be, or it could be thanks to there not being much that really grinds my gears enough to get a drastic reaction out of me normally.

I can piece together how I’m feeling and whether I’m getting overwhelmed usually, but there are a few who have begun to pick on my own tics and tells that have helped keep me level headed, and they are my closest friends for that. I wouldn’t trade them for the world and they have an easier time talking me out or into things than most since I avoid doing more than what is expected of me. My schedule is hectic as is, I try to enjoy what free time I have, so I get a little sarcastic when people threaten to throw me off my groove. I won't yeet you off a mountain, but if you keep asking for more and more until I have no time for myself, you're on real thin ice bucko.

It doesn't matter if I hate someone or not, I have zero interest in perpetuating drama of any kind through gossip or knowingly insighting it cause it's one huge drag for everyone involved. Get everything out in the open and come to an agreement, if I can I do it, you can. It's easier to just be upfront with everything, whether it be an apology or simply telling the truth. Lying is about the only thing I can't stand and will make me genuinely hate a person, and while my shit list is pretty nice since I still treat the people on it with a baseline of politeness for me, which isn't all that polite but whatever.

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

Haven’t grown much since the last time I was here, still 5’4 and limber from years of ballet and figure skating. Some might say petite thanks to how I have to kinda watch what I eat so I get enough protein and nutrients. My hair has grown to be at my mid back again, despite the waves, though it is a dark brown now. Avoided going tanning, so still pale. I also got a inner hip tattoo of fish and stars for my birthday with my dad’s permission a few weeks ago so I wouldn't raise a fuss about being sent here so he and his new wife can go on their honeymoon.

Thanks to daddy dearest and Step Dude Matt rolling in dough, I have been able to buy more clothes, though it's mostly all casual wear or merch from people I like. Mostly hoodies and jackets to keep me warm. Really love beanies and anything to keep me from freezing my ass off in winter. Though my ears are pierced, it's just easier to not wear any, but I do have a few rings.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

Her cup of stars, Nintendo Switch, and her invader zim themed snuggie that were all tucked into her carry on bag along with some of her games. She has brought a suitcase of her normal clothes, a smaller suitcase with her training wear, and of course her skating bags.

► Quirks:

• Drinks most things with her cup of stars
• Nibbles on her lip when she is thinking
• Goes out of her way to be lazy when she doesn’t need to be active

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Warmth and Sweets
✔ Physical Affection
✔ Skating (Both on Ice and Roller)
✖ Being Cold and Certain People
✖ Overbearing Authority Figures
✖ Constantly Being Asked About Her Mother

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► Brief history:

My mom was the famed figure skater who had her blades in both the pair skating world and the individual competitions since she was young, with her jumps had earned the name the Axel Jump Queen. And at the age of twenty-one made the sudden announcement of her retiring after failing to get a gold at the national level. You’d expect that the father would have been her partner, right? Wrong. It was their main competitor at the time, and while a lot of brows were raised, no one said anything officially about something foul being a foot.

She never married him, even after me and my brother Danny were born. He wasn’t in our lives at all growing up, and all we had was each other and the ice rink she made us go to as soon as it was allowed while also signing us up for ballet. It was a good thing we both enjoyed it, otherwise, she was forcing herself to work three jobs and putting us down the same road she had been when she was our age.

I was the stronger skater, and that made our mom favor me a lot, even though Danny was the one who listened to her the most. There wasn’t a day that we didn’t spend at that rink in Forks, Washington, whether it was the normal training or us preparing for a competition. Pair Skating was thrilling and fun, since it was the only time that me and Danny could compete together, and he was the only one I trusted to have my back. We were good at it, and for years we did very well, but it wasn’t what he loved. Our father came back into our lives a few years after our mother married our coach and started sending us to the winter camp so they could have Christmas to themselves. Our biological dad really took a shine to Danny.

He loved us both, but he allowed Danny to just be a kid for once, and the boys his age preferred hockey over figure skating. Once he tried it, there was no way I could tear him completely away from it to keep competing in pairs. So, we made a deal, he could enjoy playing hockey and I would work on individual competitions for two years before he would skate with me again for the last time so that we could go to nationals while we were still juniors. He was supposed to take it easy with hockey and mostly be a fill-in that year, but no. He did it anyway and lied about it, not changing even after I told him that he couldn’t keep that up. He rubbed it in my face when we were just one more win away from getting to nationals, but he finally learned his lesson.

I had to be the one that paid for it though, because he messed up his spacing since he was tired, and he didn’t realize we were too close to the barricade. He lifted me, even after I told him not too, and my head hit the wall on live feed after his arms buckled and I fell right out of his hands. I had to take a year off skating competitively thanks to the large scar on the back of my head. Our parents had different reactions, but in the end, he went to live with our dad, and I got to stay with our mother. We haven’t had a heart to heart since despite us being sent to the camp almost every year and how our dad makes us to spend time together as a family. I completely abandoned the idea of pair skating ever again, and focused on individual work instead, and have only recently begun competing again with a different coach.

Mommy's Favorite : From the Queen to Her Gambit

**TW: Mentions of non-consensual drugging and rape in the first paragraph**

Amelia Harris was the spoiled daughter of two wealthy socialites who loved figure skating and all that it entailed and was given every opportunity possible to prosper. But due to her being a terrible human being who didn't have the emotional gravitas to make it by herself in the skating world without using shady means, that her parents had to bail her out with their money. She tried to become partners with the stunning up-and-coming male pair skater Vincent Harrington, without ever having trained to pair skate. She was rejected and out of spite went with the lesser skater Don Winston, and spent years climbing the ladder to reach the same level to surpass the man who spurned her. At the age of twenty-one, she had hurt her hip but continued training despite her doctor's guidance and ended up increasing the severity of her injury to the point she would no longer be able to continue to skate competitively, and rather than bow out gracefully, had drugged Vincent during an after-party and took advantage of him. Using her soon-to-be-announced pregnancy as her departure from the skating world as soon as she could get a positive test to prove it, not saying who the father was. She settled down in Forks, Washington with her extended family to raise her kid with full intention to push them to make up for her failures. Unaware until she was able to get an ultrasound down that she would be having twins.

While inconvenient, it was two chances to the same end, and thus went out of her way to make sure that they grew up physically healthy and moderately happy, using every chance she had to drill in skating subliminally to them. No expense or task was too daunting for her when they were finally old enough to attend classes. This was why she ended up taking on three jobs and playing the poor single mother card for the attractive coach she had managed to convince to give her kids extra attention. For the most part, she wasn't there thanks to being busy, but when competitions came rolling around those jobs became less important. Her attendance being spotty there so she could warm up to their coach too and from places, spending more time at the rink while her kids were receiving their lessons.

It wasn't long before the himbo coach, Mathew Mannings fell for her and popped the question for a winter wedding. While the twins were there for it, their mother and new step-dad sent them off to a camp he used to attend so they could enjoy a honeymoon away from them at the tender age of seven. Admittedly, their best Christmases had been at the camp since, the years passing with ease as their financial status was raised and they could afford a better coach since Mannings were loaded and under the thumb of their mother. Though most of the attention went onto Charlie since Danny was a little slower in learning than she was, and had trouble perfecting his sets. As they grew into their teens and puberty was setting in, their mother was growing more verbal with her distaste at Danny's progress despite the two of them doing very well for their age, and it was after one bad night of hearing her older twin brother cry that Charlie had gone out of her way to find their father on Facebook and sent him a letter.

A few weeks later, they would officially get to meet them, and to avoid a court case, their mother agreed to allow him partial custody but he maintained their schedules. Which he did, though he did take them out early from some of their lessons when he could or out of school to just spend the day doing something their mother ever thought to do. While he wasn't allowed to have them for Christmas, he sent them presents to open at the camp and had plenty for them to enjoy when they came over to his house that he had bought in their hometown so he could keep an eye on his kids. Danny received nothing but fond memories and praise from his father, and was given the freedom to find out that there was more than just figure skating to do on the ice. Hockey, soon winning over his heart, and like the supportive little sister Charlie was, she helped broker a deal so that he could enjoy it without their mother blowing a complete gasket though she didn't enjoy skating on her own all that much.

The twins branched off from each other, Charlie silently working with her mother to work on her own individual skills at skating while her brother was becoming a favorite as a hockey player on his team between practices thanks to being one of the fastest and most agile members on their team. The two years they agreed upon came and went, and Danny was drunk on confidence and thought he could keep up with both hockey and figure skating, opting to not warm the bench on most games like he had said he would. Though having his teammates come to support him to the closer competitions, and throwing parties for the farther ones, boosted his energy, he was slowly wearing down without noticing it himself. Charlie however did, and while he disagreed with her, they were lucky that there were no other games for him to play until the last competition to allow them to make it into Nationals. The damage was done, however, and his tired body failed him during the moment she needed him to be strong the most. She got hurt and thankfully wasn't killed by him thinking he could do it all.

Their mother and stepfather were furious with him, and he couldn't blame them for that at all, but his father defended him saying that it was irresponsible to expect him to do both hockey and pair skating. While awful, this was an accident. Unforuntefully, dear ol' dad just outed his son and how he had been playing in the games, and that was the last straw for Charlie and her trust in him. She had a very bad reaction, and it was clear that the two couldn't be under the same roof when she got released. So Danny was forced to live with his father, though it would have been a blessing in any other scenario, it was the biggest indicator of the growing gap between him and his twin.

He went camping alone that year and didn't see her until she came to visit their father for Christmas. Him trying to apologize aggravating her to the point that she had a meltdown again and spent most of her time in her room. She couldn't handle being in the same room as him for more than a few minutes at a time, and it made going to the same school very difficult, so it was just easier for him and his dad to move. His father settling them down in Toronto, Canada, so that he could at least focus on hockey with his new team. She visited a little more frequently between breaks at school and slowly built back to a fraction of what their relationship was, albeit it is much colder now despite how she attends the games he plays in when she is there and he does the same with her competitions.

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► Extra information:

• Born and raised in Forks, Washington, and currently still lives there.
• Her mother really did name her after herself and has continuously been submitting her to competitions so Charlie is introduced under middle name instead of her first name, or the nickname she prefers.
• Has made a name for herself, from more than just her accident, with her consistently landing tough jumps and being a very expressive skater on the ice. This risky style and her being the daughter of Amelia Mannings has earned her the name those in the skating world recognize her by.
• Her father is on better terms than he was originally but they are still not close despite her reaching out to him for Danny’s sake.
• Plays chess and video games during her free time. Likes games similar to Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing New Horizons, and Pokemon.
• Her social handles are all @CharsGambit since leaving the @QueensKids her mother made for her and her brother.
• Popular on TikTok and YouTube for her videos and clips of her skating. She is popular on Instagram for her photos of her travels and selfies with family.
• Has a long line of people who are friends with benefits, some being Danny’s own teammates.

Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP

Light grey text is me filling in the gaps of information since I did try to fill this out as if it was her.. And the hider at her history is not that brief, but it is a fuller story than the one she willingly shares, or even really knows about.

Danny's is gonna have the other half (dad's side) of the story in his.

Charlotte Amelia Mannings

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_{Charlotte Amelia Mannings}

18 (December 13th) • Female • Bisexual

(FC: Kaya Scodelarioo; Dialogue: AFF8CB)
♫ We were young
Posters on the wall
Praying we're the ones
That the teacher wouldn't call
We would stare at each other
'Cause we were always in trouble ♫

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

I’ve been coming here since I seven years old. So ten years?

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

Just put me in green again, that’s where I normally go anyway.

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

Not at all, but aside from keeping my brother busy with activities, there isn’t much you can do outside of not pairing us up.

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

I have meds to take regularly but I can do that on my own. Short term memory problems, though I’ve improved to be only somewhat forgetful.

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

Ice Skating, since I want go to Nationals it would be nice to have rink time.

► What are you looking forward to?

Hot Chocolate and spending time away from my parents, all four of them.

► What are you not looking forward to?

How cold I’m going to be, just cause I like the cold doesn’t mean I enjoy being cold.

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

I’m not the best at showing my emotions, and can be convincingly stoic despite being two loud sounds away from having a meltdown. Maybe it’s emotional constipation, maybe it’s maybelline. Either way, I was like that before I cracked my skull open, now I’m just more forgetful and with the impulse control that most movies show teenagers to have, so at times I give into intense feelings or questionable decisions without much thought, especially when I get really stressed.

Though that’s the extremes, I’m often in the neutral middle ground where people can’t easily tell how I’m feeling thanks to being at a comfortable calm that is friendly and open-minded. Good vibes and times has gotten me a lot of friends throughout the years, especially at camp. I'm half-convinced that people just assume that I'm high cause of how mellow I can be, or it could be thanks to there not being much that really grinds my gears enough to get a drastic reaction out of me normally.

I can piece together how I’m feeling and whether I’m getting overwhelmed usually, but there are a few who have begun to pick on my own tics and tells that have helped keep me level headed, and they are my closest friends for that. I wouldn’t trade them for the world and they have an easier time talking me out or into things than most since I avoid doing more than what is expected of me. My schedule is hectic as is, I try to enjoy what free time I have, so I get a little sarcastic when people threaten to throw me off my groove. I won't yeet you off a mountain, but if you keep asking for more and more until I have no time for myself, you're on real thin ice bucko.

It doesn't matter if I hate someone or not, I have zero interest in perpetuating drama of any kind through gossip or knowingly insighting it cause it's one huge drag for everyone involved. Get everything out in the open and come to an agreement, if I can I do it, you can. It's easier to just be upfront with everything, whether it be an apology or simply telling the truth. Lying is about the only thing I can't stand and will make me genuinely hate a person, and while my shit list is pretty nice since I still treat the people on it with a baseline of politeness for me, which isn't all that polite but whatever.

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

Haven’t grown much since the last time I was here, still 5’4 and limber from years of ballet and figure skating. Some might say petite thanks to how I have to kinda watch what I eat so I get enough protein and nutrients. My hair has grown to be at my mid back again, despite the waves, though it is a dark brown now. Avoided going tanning, so still pale. I also got a inner hip tattoo of fish and stars for my birthday with my dad’s permission a few weeks ago so I wouldn't raise a fuss about being sent here so he and his new wife can go on their honeymoon.

Thanks to daddy dearest and Step Dude Matt rolling in dough, I have been able to buy more clothes, though it's mostly all casual wear or merch from people I like. Mostly hoodies and jackets to keep me warm. Really love beanies and anything to keep me from freezing my ass off in winter. Though my ears are pierced, it's just easier to not wear any, but I do have a few rings.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

Her cup of stars, Nintendo Switch, and her invader zim themed snuggie that were all tucked into her carry on bag along with some of her games. She has brought a suitcase of her normal clothes, a smaller suitcase with her training wear, and of course her skating bags.

► Quirks:

• Drinks most things with her cup of stars
• Nibbles on her lip when she is thinking
• Goes out of her way to be lazy when she doesn’t need to be active

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Warmth and Sweets
✔ Physical Affection
✔ Skating (Both on Ice and Roller)
✖ Being Cold and Certain People
✖ Overbearing Authority Figures
✖ Constantly Being Asked About Her Mother

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► Brief history:

My mom was the famed figure skater who had her blades in both the pair skating world and the individual competitions since she was young, with her jumps had earned the name the Axel Jump Queen. And at the age of twenty-one made the sudden announcement of her retiring after failing to get a gold at the national level. You’d expect that the father would have been her partner, right? Wrong. It was their main competitor at the time, and while a lot of brows were raised, no one said anything officially about something foul being a foot.

She never married him, even after me and my brother Danny were born. He wasn’t in our lives at all growing up, and all we had was each other and the ice rink she made us go to as soon as it was allowed while also signing us up for ballet. It was a good thing we both enjoyed it, otherwise, she was forcing herself to work three jobs and putting us down the same road she had been when she was our age.

I was the stronger skater, and that made our mom favor me a lot, even though Danny was the one who listened to her the most. There wasn’t a day that we didn’t spend at that rink in Forks, Washington, whether it was the normal training or us preparing for a competition. Pair Skating was thrilling and fun, since it was the only time that me and Danny could compete together, and he was the only one I trusted to have my back. We were good at it, and for years we did very well, but it wasn’t what he loved. Our father came back into our lives a few years after our mother married our coach and started sending us to the winter camp so they could have Christmas to themselves. Our biological dad really took a shine to Danny.

He loved us both, but he allowed Danny to just be a kid for once, and the boys his age preferred hockey over figure skating. Once he tried it, there was no way I could tear him completely away from it to keep competing in pairs. So, we made a deal, he could enjoy playing hockey and I would work on individual competitions for two years before he would skate with me again for the last time so that we could go to nationals while we were still juniors. He was supposed to take it easy with hockey and mostly be a fill-in that year, but no. He did it anyway and lied about it, not changing even after I told him that he couldn’t keep that up. He rubbed it in my face when we were just one more win away from getting to nationals, but he finally learned his lesson.

I had to be the one that paid for it though, because he messed up his spacing since he was tired, and he didn’t realize we were too close to the barricade. He lifted me, even after I told him not too, and my head hit the wall on live feed after his arms buckled and I fell right out of his hands. I had to take a year off skating competitively thanks to the large scar on the back of my head. Our parents had different reactions, but in the end, he went to live with our dad, and I got to stay with our mother. We haven’t had a heart to heart since despite us being sent to the camp almost every year and how our dad makes us to spend time together as a family. I completely abandoned the idea of pair skating ever again, and focused on individual work instead, and have only recently begun competing again with a different coach.

Mommy's Favorite : From the Queen to Her Gambit

**TW: Mentions of non-consensual drugging and rape in the first paragraph**

Amelia Harris was the spoiled daughter of two wealthy socialites who loved figure skating and all that it entailed and was given every opportunity possible to prosper. But due to her being a terrible human being who didn't have the emotional gravitas to make it by herself in the skating world without using shady means, that her parents had to bail her out with their money. She tried to become partners with the stunning up-and-coming male pair skater Vincent Harrington, without ever having trained to pair skate. She was rejected and out of spite went with the lesser skater Don Winston, and spent years climbing the ladder to reach the same level to surpass the man who spurned her. At the age of twenty-one, she had hurt her hip but continued training despite her doctor's guidance and ended up increasing the severity of her injury to the point she would no longer be able to continue to skate competitively, and rather than bow out gracefully, had drugged Vincent during an after-party and took advantage of him. Using her soon-to-be-announced pregnancy as her departure from the skating world as soon as she could get a positive test to prove it, not saying who the father was. She settled down in Forks, Washington with her extended family to raise her kid with full intention to push them to make up for her failures. Unaware until she was able to get an ultrasound down that she would be having twins.

While inconvenient, it was two chances to the same end, and thus went out of her way to make sure that they grew up physically healthy and moderately happy, using every chance she had to drill in skating subliminally to them. No expense or task was too daunting for her when they were finally old enough to attend classes. This was why she ended up taking on three jobs and playing the poor single mother card for the attractive coach she had managed to convince to give her kids extra attention. For the most part, she wasn't there thanks to being busy, but when competitions came rolling around those jobs became less important. Her attendance being spotty there so she could warm up to their coach too and from places, spending more time at the rink while her kids were receiving their lessons.

It wasn't long before the himbo coach, Mathew Mannings fell for her and popped the question for a winter wedding. While the twins were there for it, their mother and new step-dad sent them off to a camp he used to attend so they could enjoy a honeymoon away from them at the tender age of seven. Admittedly, their best Christmases had been at the camp since, the years passing with ease as their financial status was raised and they could afford a better coach since Mannings were loaded and under the thumb of their mother. Though most of the attention went onto Charlie since Danny was a little slower in learning than she was, and had trouble perfecting his sets. As they grew into their teens and puberty was setting in, their mother was growing more verbal with her distaste at Danny's progress despite the two of them doing very well for their age, and it was after one bad night of hearing her older twin brother cry that Charlie had gone out of her way to find their father on Facebook and sent him a letter.

A few weeks later, they would officially get to meet them, and to avoid a court case, their mother agreed to allow him partial custody but he maintained their schedules. Which he did, though he did take them out early from some of their lessons when he could or out of school to just spend the day doing something their mother ever thought to do. While he wasn't allowed to have them for Christmas, he sent them presents to open at the camp and had plenty for them to enjoy when they came over to his house that he had bought in their hometown so he could keep an eye on his kids. Danny received nothing but fond memories and praise from his father, and was given the freedom to find out that there was more than just figure skating to do on the ice. Hockey, soon winning over his heart, and like the supportive little sister Charlie was, she helped broker a deal so that he could enjoy it without their mother blowing a complete gasket though she didn't enjoy skating on her own all that much.

The twins branched off from each other, Charlie silently working with her mother to work on her own individual skills at skating while her brother was becoming a favorite as a hockey player on his team between practices thanks to being one of the fastest and most agile members on their team. The two years they agreed upon came and went, and Danny was drunk on confidence and thought he could keep up with both hockey and figure skating, opting to not warm the bench on most games like he had said he would. Though having his teammates come to support him to the closer competitions, and throwing parties for the farther ones, boosted his energy, he was slowly wearing down without noticing it himself. Charlie however did, and while he disagreed with her, they were lucky that there were no other games for him to play until the last competition to allow them to make it into Nationals. The damage was done, however, and his tired body failed him during the moment she needed him to be strong the most. She got hurt and thankfully wasn't killed by him thinking he could do it all.

Their mother and stepfather were furious with him, and he couldn't blame them for that at all, but his father defended him saying that it was irresponsible to expect him to do both hockey and pair skating. While awful, this was an accident. Unforuntefully, dear ol' dad just outed his son and how he had been playing in the games, and that was the last straw for Charlie and her trust in him. She had a very bad reaction, and it was clear that the two couldn't be under the same roof when she got released. So Danny was forced to live with his father, though it would have been a blessing in any other scenario, it was the biggest indicator of the growing gap between him and his twin.

He went camping alone that year and didn't see her until she came to visit their father for Christmas. Him trying to apologize aggravating her to the point that she had a meltdown again and spent most of her time in her room. She couldn't handle being in the same room as him for more than a few minutes at a time, and it made going to the same school very difficult, so it was just easier for him and his dad to move. His father settling them down in Toronto, Canada, so that he could at least focus on hockey with his new team. She visited a little more frequently between breaks at school and slowly built back to a fraction of what their relationship was, albeit it is much colder now despite how she attends the games he plays in when she is there and he does the same with her competitions.

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► Extra information:

• Born and raised in Forks, Washington, and currently still lives there.
• Her mother really did name her after herself and has continuously been submitting her to competitions so Charlie is introduced under middle name instead of her first name, or the nickname she prefers.
• Has made a name for herself, from more than just her accident, with her consistently landing tough jumps and being a very expressive skater on the ice. This risky style and her being the daughter of Amelia Mannings has earned her the name those in the skating world recognize her by.
• Her father is on better terms than he was originally but they are still not close despite her reaching out to him for Danny’s sake.
• Plays chess and video games during her free time. Likes games similar to Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing New Horizons, and Pokemon.
• Her social handles are all @CharsGambit since leaving the @QueensKids her mother made for her and her brother.
• Popular on TikTok and YouTube for her videos and clips of her skating. She is popular on Instagram for her photos of her travels and selfies with family.
• Has a long line of people who are friends with benefits, some being Danny’s own teammates.

Love Ahoy! [CANCELLED]

As far as the tabloids were concerned, they speculated that she might have had a ticket to the United at Heart cruise simply because she had gone to Florida a few days before the ship would go off but given the recent information they were unsure of whether it was true. It hadn’t been confirmed, unlike the sightings of her at infamous bridal shops within New York and shortly after she had landed in Florida. The rumor mill went rampant and she had been trending, surprising footage of her trying on dresses leaking to the press. Before she had stayed within her hotel room, to watch the fallout and those who paid attention to her career closely guessing whether it was part of her normal M.O.. If she hadn't gone at least a month without getting spotted by the paparazzi that followed her close like a shadow since being sighted exiting her old family's abode, they might not have so easily believed their assumptions.

Which left plenty of the reporters who made quite a living reporting on her life rather confused she hadn't even put out a tweet. Thus, left the normal dishes of hot tea scoops to simmer in the background until she plopped back onto their radar in the strangest way yet. They were having a field day spreading what little they had received.

A few of those very influential gossip magazines displayed on the table in her hotel as she sat comfortably on a plush seat in a fluffy, fur rimmed robe in a lovely cream blue color, her hair being done by the stylist standing behind her. Both Shasta and Kiala resting by the woman’s feet in a peaceful slumber.

”MRS REIGAN : WHITE DRESS FOR A NEW MISSUS”

”CEO FEMME FATALE FINALLY SETTLING DOWN”

”WEDDING SHOPPING : WHO’S THE GROOM”

Where just a few of the headlines and debriefings put out, each with a blown-up picture of her in a wedding dress. Though no cover had the same dress, which would have only been found out the day all of them had already released their stories in what has been a very productive round of playing with the media’s need to spread private affairs into the public with the need to be the first to talk about it, that they don’t try to learn what the others have found out.

Her favorite magazine was within her hands that she was reading through and consequently holding up as though to hide her face from her assistant who was standing in front of her, rattling off about the different things going on within her company and the set schedule for her new line.

”WEDDING MARCH OR WEDDING LINE: IS LILY REIGAN BACK AT IT AGAIN”

”Lily, are you even listen?” Mariel asked, exasperated from going through the whole spiel while her boss and friend seemingly didn’t listen to a word she said. Which annoyed the Latina woman endlessly and she was two seconds away from starting to curse her out in Spanish much like her mother would have when Lily lowered the magazine with a genuine smile few were privileged to see.

”Of course I was listening. Just because I trust you to run my company for the week I’ll be stuck with only my cell and laptop doesn’t mean that I’m going to give up the full reigns sooner than I told you I would.” Lily replied to her friend, winking at her for good measure before looking over at the stylist to see if he was done. Only after he had moved away to pack his things did she utter a quick thank you, giving the man a generous tip for his work at curling her hair to perfection before she would have to change and leave for the cruise. Her outfit already hanging from the door leading to the bedroom which was opened. She stood up to let her hairstylist out with her dogs following at her heels. Their tails wagging happily. Only once the door was securely closed did she look back at her friend with her hands on her hips. ”So the wedding line is set to be announced after I’ve been filmed going onto the cruise and the collaboration with the bridal shops are prepared to showcase the model dresses tomorrow morning?”

”Yes, and you’re car will be here in ten minutes, so you need to get your ass in gear and hurry it up. Especially if you want to avoid Luther.” Mariel answered back, her tone unamused but her lips twitched slightly into a smile though the news she was giving wasn’t necessarily the best to hear. Though knowing ahead of time that the Reigan’s youngest son was on his way to give his little sister a piece of his mind, no doubt with his wife and boy-toy in tow. At the reminder Lily rolled her eyes with a groan, petting her two dogs on the head before heading straight for her clothes hanging on the door. Unbothered by her assistant's presence as she dropped her robe so she could quickly put on her outfit. It was more business than casual, but she had suitcases of the clothes she would be wearing during the trip on their way to the ship as they spoke anyway. So she would settle for the dark navy combo of a suit jacket with bronze buttons and flared out skirt that was accentuated by the little black belt to make the white dress shirt she wore seem all the crisper on her figure.

”Don’t let either of my brothers or their wives near my children, you already know they’ll stoop low enough-”

”--To take your dogs hostage. I know. They’ll be fine with their Auntie Marie right puppers?” Mariel cooed to the dogs that yipped back happily, alert and watching the woman who ran her fingers through their fur after placing down her clipboard. Though the buzz of her phone soon made her tear her attention away. A grimace soon forming. ”Shit. He’s early...” The Latina cursed under her breath but could still hear Lily sighing deeply as she maneuvered her way out of the room fully dressed and tugging on her red heels to complete everything.

”Don’t worry about it, I can still sneak through the servants' exit, just text the driver to meet me there. And you can stay here until tomorrow since the room is already paid for the day.” The brunette says, placing a kiss on both dogs’ noses and wrapping her arms around her friend in a tight hug that was worriedly received. Mariel was ready to protest but was cut off quickly by the door to the room closing soon after Lily had let go with her purse in tow.

Ten minutes later she received the confirmation that Lily had gotten to her car. Though her driver did hint that some kind of altercation was happening before she had even gotten into the car. But at least she was safe in the car and thought the text she had sent her way said that it was just a normal Reigan screaming match that she never let go on for very long. But that did mean there was a possibility that it could get out that her father had decided to drag her back into the fray that was the unhealthy family dynamic as though they hadn’t thrown her out by choice.

When she was finally let out into the public eye again, for her to walk and be led to the VIP area, she was fine. A confident smile on her face as she greeted the people who worked for the cruise that was leading her up the stairs past the people who were stuck waiting in line. The ones that knew her and called out got a wave in return. Her stride graceful and effortless it would seem until she was whisked out of sight to the upper deck exclusive to only the VIPs, the usual fanfare being sent her way from the pamphlets to the care package with the personal letter attached. She gave them her thanks in return, courteous was the least she could be when they were providing a great refuge to hide away from her family in.

Without batting an eye, she took a serving of the champagne being offered and lifted it to her lips while making herself comfortable in one of the seats, her blue eyes watching the hosts of the cruise go through their entire speech before letting her gaze wander about. Observing the various types that would be enjoying the same luxuries as her to see if there was a familiar face. Or a good looking one at least to tide her over as more continued to come in.

Hearing a clang, she looked over to the corner to see a well-dressed, talking to one of the servers that she probably ran into, on what Lily assumed was a run to take a call in private from how she too looked like she was about to go to a meeting and not a vacation. Her attention wasn’t the only one brought to her either, but whether it was out of sympathy or empathy, the brunette she chimed in nonchalantly while she raised her flute to her red lips, ”It wouldn't be much of cruise without at least one person getting a little tipsy the first day. An early start at a good time is hardly a bad thing.”

Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP

HI Jordan! My interest is piqued~

Charlotte "Charlie" Mannings || Female || FC: Kaya Scodelario || Green Cabin || AFF8CB

Daniel "Danny" Mannings || Male || FC: Logan Lerman || Blue Cabin || 75BDD0

Edit: JK about that hider cause Toostie is a wonderful and helpful soul~

From the Ashes

Akko remained quiet, so she could listen intently at the conversation going on a few ways behind her between the two who had just strolled into the little town and the elderly man. Very curious as to what his answers would be.

She had appeased her curiosity to when the smaller one of the two spoke up. Loudly and with a confidence that exuded from her tiny frame just like the small display of magic she had shown.

A dancer and a mage. How lucky, they were an intriguing pair to be sure. Both with opposite volumes, as the dancer was by far the one who spoke the calmest with passion easily lacing with her tone from what the volpine female could hear. Which easily reminded her of simpler times where she felt the same when she alongside her mother as a child... Elma was a name to remember, and Pyra was not a name she would forget.

Maybe she would be a suitable teacher? Her boisterous nature surely would be a fun one to learn from, or so Akko assumed. Though she doubted fox fire was the same as normal fire magic in some ways, it surely had to be enough so that she could be taught a thing or two. From sight alone, she tried to mimick Pyra small trick with her wet fingers to dry them.

Her face scrunched up when all she could produce was a little whisp of smoke.... At least she didn't set her sleeves on fire by accident, and her fingers were slightly warmer at her fingertips.

@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99@PKMNB0Y

The Blessing of a Curse [Always Accepting]

@RumikoOhara What?

The Blessing of a Curse [Always Accepting]

Kitty didn't need to turn her head to see what Axel was looking at. She could already hear them, their thoughts like an echo chamber in her own head thanks to the barriers that kept them separated having been removed by the metal manipulator in his attempt to buy time.

It was annoying hearing them all, especially when Laika decided to move closer.

She wasn't normal, hadn't been for a long time, and it showed from more than just her appearance. The whirling that came from her thoughts was by far the worst since the closest thing she could describe to the sound was something like a computer error being elongated into a screech that was how her thoughts, as minimal and instruction like as they were, was broadcasted to be like a voice. She would bet that had something to do with how she was more tech than person nowadays.

Fearful chittering was more apparent than anything else. Lance and Felix's voices were whispering it, softly while on the outside to Axel they asked the same question all of them had without realizing it.

Axel was growing more agitated the more it was asked, her gaze following him like a hawk as he sauntered away from her door and over to the barricade.

Zale wanted his plants. He didn't want to be here, being outside of his room meant bad things were going to occur to him and them.
Jain wanted to leave and assumed Axel had a way-

More voices pierced into her skull like a siren just as Axel's arm went through his own barrier, cutting off whatever train of thought Kitty had completely from the sudden influx. The people on the other side of it were starting to be bleed through. She couldn't hear Axel's yelling over the guards on the other side, the sound causing her to lift her hand up to her head as she swayed into her doorframe for support until the loudness of the new voices ebbed away enough for her to think.

'They've called for them.' The kids in the hall could all hear her voice in their head, though she was staring right at Axel, her eyes narrowed somewhat as she walked past all the kids to stand beside him, her gaze softening when she looked behind her at the younger ones in their current makeshift group; Vale, Jain, Felix, and Lance. 'And the guards are expecting a fight.'