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_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. physically? the quad. mentally? bored.
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 bored and honestly? lonely asf
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𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. The Star @Horangi | The Know-it-all @nasty| The Artificer
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. The Candyman [.Horangi]}

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Classes here were on the up and up. Attending OIC was supposed to "open doors" for her with her desired degree choice. At least that was the spiel they had given her when she showed interest in their booth at the convention. Vann Santos should have known with them being at a convention of all places that it probably wouldn't increase her chances no more than some community college. It definitely dipped into her pockets a lot deeper than she intended. _{'Can't do anything about that now,'} she thought as she situated herself on a bench. Just perched out in the sun, gathering up the rays like a lazy cat in a window.

The days were going smoothly - so far - and with all the commotion this Ms Fortuna has caused she was surprised at the lax atmosphere. Well, as lax as it could be with Homecoming just hours away. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the thought. "Didn't know universities did high school shit like this. Buuuuuuut," she reasoned with herself, "It is a chance to stir something. Maybe hit up a party." It wasn't hard to convince herself that this event could lead to bigger and better - more exciting - activities than a football game. At least one she didn't give a shit about.

As she waited outside, soaking up the sun she thought about her recent bouts of excitement. Rekindling of friendship with Eden. Rather, finding out he also attends OIC and chatting with him. It reminded her of the old days. It also reminded her of how much she misses the old days. How this new 'ship with him felt odd and out of place. Something she definitely doesn't like. Vann shook her head and made a face as if she tasted something rank. Her rendezvous with Vaupel. Tossing and turning in the sheets with the wildcat really sparked a sense of urgency within the Cuban. It was fueled with a sort of dislike. Similar to hate fucks - but without all the necessary baggage that comes from intimately hating someone. It was... exciting. Then of course her meet up with Ro at Envy - that was a fun filled night. Dancing, music, rhythmic bodies swaying together all enhanced with drugs of choice she preened at the memories.

An idea struck her and with it she rode the trail as she slipped her phone out and opened up a recent text thread with her favorite "Candyman"

To: dadddyy ro🤪
ayyy daddy whatchu doin'
im lookin' for molly you seen her

She chuckled at the nickname Ms Fortuna had dubbed him. How fitting. Though, she supposed not everyone knew about his hustle and therefore it would be a stab at his reputation. How in the world "Tuner" ruins her? She had no idea. Vann was sure she would find out soon enough. Now, it was just a waiting game. Throwing a frustrated sigh up into the air she flopped down onto the warmed concrete seat of hers.

Ever since her latest hookup the craving for touch and quality time seems to have skyrocketed. Maybe not with her per se... but someone. Others. More people? Less people? She hoped that a party would take place at some point during the weekend. Win or lose this stupid game. _{'El's gotta have something going on, yeah?'} She made a mental note to bother him about it later. A perfect place to get shitfaced and high and then fuck away any of the cloudiness that bogged down her fun. This place has seemingly caught her attention and lost it all in the span of a few minutes. On the flip side, she actually likes this place. Most of the time. It just... lacks a certain kick in the ass. Pretentiousness oozes outta the cracks like sweat from tourists in Miami. The Miami native shuddered at the memory as she continues lounging in the quad.

Taking in the scene around her, people making their way to and from classes, chatting away animatedly large grins plastered on their faces - it sent a pang of jealously through her. Vann wanted that close connection with people. Didn't help that most people tended to be on the receiving end of her bite more-so than a friendly joke or banter. With a heavy sigh she looked to her screen once more. A new app, one that was promoted heavily across all other platforms, as being able to notify the user for "love" was there. Calling out to her, making it's presence known and wanting to be used. Her well manicured finger hovered over the app icon. An internal battle waging as to whether or not she was bored enough. She obviously was to install the stupid thing. But to open and use it? Psht. C'mon. Right? Another look around the quad and she had her answer.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

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𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. The Pretty Face | The Tyrant @smarty0114
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Golden light cascaded through the open window as the wind took her locks of sun kissed hair and whipped it around her like a halo. The salt in the air burned against his own flesh, as if to mortally wound him worse than the sun's rays earlier in the day. He just couldn't help but to take his eyes off the road and stare at the southern beauty sat next to him in his car. Thinking of all the fun they had had ealier; fun in the sun and all that jazz. Elliot placed a large hand on the bare skin of her thigh, rubbing gently back and forth, her attention finally on him. Where he wanted it. Needed it. How much better it would be having her so ultimately dependent on him... he sighed.

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When Elliot opened his eyes he was no longer in his ar driving up and down the coast with a pretty little thing in his passenger seat. Nor was he in his own bed with her laying in a mess of herself - he caused, might he throw that little fact in there. No. He was in some apartment his family purchased last minute so he could attend his new home away from home. OIC. _{'A useless campus,'} he often thought as he strolled the quad or halls. Nothing seemed to grab his attention like UCLA but that was to be expected. This place needed to liven up and he was just the person to do so.

At least, that was until he noticed the bulletin board posted up for all the world to see. Someone calling themself "Ms. Fortune" "Cute. There may be hope for this shit hole after all..." Cognac eyes raked over the names and faces of those plastered, one in particular. A familiar face - or a few if he were honest - but one that caused him pause. The reason he was in this shit hole to begin with. The blonde "pretty face" from Texas. The one that got away. _{'Not without a few bruises,'} he laughed out loud continuing on his path towards the administrations office. A notification had caused to pull him away from his very important plans, trying to hunt track find that special friend of his. A task that would have to be pushed back to a later time. For now he had some questions for a certain admin operator.

"Like why in the fuck is my name being searched and ran through the database, Petrov?" Always with the dramatic entrances. The young man behind the counter jumped up from his position, glasses nearly slipping off his face. Green eyes stared on in surprise as he fumbled over his words trying to convey some semblance of decorum; customer service style.

"Ah, Elliot- Mr. Underwood?" The glare Elliot sent the poor guy, easily three years his senior, caused for Grant to swallow thickly and pause in his word vomit. "I was just, I mean I had been instructed to-"

"To read my files? For what purpose?"

"Uh, no not exactly." If being on Katie's bad side was an option he would gladly be on her receiving end than be anywhere near this situation. He mentally kicked himself for his potion and working at OIC. Even if they did offer benefits. If this was going to be a regular occurrence than he could find employment elsewhere. He was NOT paid enough for this shit.

Pinching the brige of his nose and sitting in a more upright position, Grant Petrov collected himself. He just needed to remember that he was the adult in all this. And it's not like Elliot Underwood had any power over him or his family. They didn't have any pillow talk to be used against him here. Not this time. Least he hoped. Shaking the intrusive thought from his mind he turned towards the younger man before him. "Now, Mr. Underwood. The policies in place are there to protect all students and staff from any untoward behavior from outside sources. I can assure you that your information was not compromised in any way shape or form. Furthermore-"

The fact that he kept a straight face through his bold faced lie spoke volumes of his character, but Elliot couldn't care less about him as a person. Only that someone was looking into him. Looking at him. A type of attention that sent an ominous shiver down his spine. _{'Ms Fortune maybe?'} Elliot drowned out his spiel of policies and regulations and other nonsense. That bit of information didn't concern him. No doubt student files were locked away with a key. A green eyed, bespectacled key...

Turning his attention back towards the Admin officer Elliot brought both hands up and slammed them down on the counter. "You control all the files in the system correct? Can see and access them all. When they come in and are edited?"

Being stopped mid sentence to be shown an interest in his line of work - if he can even call it that - threw Grant off kilter. Cautiously he nodded, afraid to speak in case his voice cracked and gave away any misunderstandings that he was up for another round of manipulation. This was perfect. Any and all information that would be needed in order to track down his little Bird would be in one place. Easy to access and gain entry. But out of the way for traditional passersby. Carding a hand through his tousled locks he situated his shoulders, standing tall and offering what he thought a suitable apology. "Thank you for your time, Petrov. Sorry to have kept you from your very tedious job. I'll see you around."

Almost as if forgetting something, Elliot turned at the door way, hand hovering over the door knob, "And this little chat," a waving motion through the air between where he stood and Grant, "Never happened. Later, chief!"

_{'Time to go Bird hunting.}

The Witcher: Metaverse

Dude, this sounds sick!!

kz's krypt | a character storage

_{^{gossip girl x euphoria x love alarm. mature themes ahead.}}

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The City of Attawit, a beautiful PNW destination situated near the coast of Northern California. The city is known for its three neighborhoods and the world-renowned Private College for the Wealthy and Affluent. Oakwood International College, or OIC for short, established in 1919 was once an exclusionary place of higher learning open to only the most affluent and wealthy students from around the world. Though after a whistleblower revealed some of the school’s socioeconomic discriminatory practices, and a class action was brought against them, OIC changed its tune. For the first time since the day it opened, OIC is now offering scholarships and accepting transfers on the merits of academics and/or athletics. The ‘have-nots’ finally get the chance to rub elbows with the rich and famous and enjoy the experience and opportunities offered by OIC. It’s not just the renowned faculty, 50:1 student to professor ratio, and penthouse dorm rooms that set Oakwood International College apart from all the other fancy, schmancy schools. And That's me, Miss Fortune, my blog (“The Tea”) and social media (@TheMsFortune) bring you the hottest and dirtiest gossip, news, and secrets about your favorites living it up in Attawit. Not only have I ramped up my team this year to make sure no secret will be left untold and no exposure left unseen, but I’ve brought along a little surprise for the city that loves me most. Straight from South Korea, the app promising to make your love life ring, I gift to all my devout fans and antis ‘Love Alarm’. So ladies and gentlemen, have your phone ready and one eye open at all times because the rich never sleep, neither do their secrets, and the bells of love will certainly be ringing all night long. 『 ყσυ ƙɳσɯ ყσυ ʅσʋҽ ɱҽ. 』

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_{ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ}

_{ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ}

Birdie Mae Harding

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x x Birdena Mae Harding, affectionately dubbed Birdie, is the youngest of three and her parent's only daughter. Growing up on 300+ acres of ranch land in the Friendship state puts the love of the land into one's heart and that's exactly what took root within Birdie. Though the family business was booming; a livestock & agricultural prospect that has only shot up through the rankings among the largest corporations in the nation - they would even argue the world with the amount of jars they have their hands in - she was no stranger to manual labor or digging in the dirt. In fact she quite enjoyed it. Hours on end, ranch hands and other staff members of her family's estate, could find her chasing after the calves alongside the dogs, riding the horses barebacked across the meadows and fields. Always coming back home with dirt covering the majority of her clothes and face, hair dis-shelved and some kinda new scratch somewhere on her persons. Needless to say, Birdie wasn't overly fond of the silver spoon that was expected to be handed to the children of the wealthy. Would she deny it? Absolutely not. She was her daddy's rodeo queen after all. It's just, she didn't fret if she broke a nail, or a bone. Happy-Go-Lucky, Birdie is never one to shut down the opportunity for having a good time. Just don't expect her to be the sharpest tool in the shed. Rough and tumble with a heart of gold and a personality that shines like the sun, the students at OIC can definitely find a friend in the Harding heiress.

Alessio Basile

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x x Alessio Basile; youngest son of a large industrial conglomerate, and not in direct line to inherit any of the responsibilities that come with the wealth, save for the family name. Having an older brother to shoulder the brunt of the expectations has afforded him - and his twin sister - a life of luxury sans stress where his parents let him get away with most of anything turning him into quite the troublemaker. Always one to test the boundaries and push his luck but ever so clever as to dodge any of the consequences. For a time. Alessio has always wielded a better head for business and knowledge than his siblings, though wasn't deemed fit to take charge at the time. With the head of the company; and family, getting up in age and his brother getting bolder with his wild ideas, it seems as though Alessio will be kept close to the breast in all endeavors moving forward. He doesn't mind. Not really. It's just another tool in his arsenal that will propel him and his future to bigger and better opportunities. Unless something unexpected were to be thrown into the mix. Say, a blast from his past?

Vann Santos

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x x Saint Vann, the savior of the downtrodden and destitute. Residential wild child and black sheep of the Santos family. With a zest for life and a curiosity level that is unlike her numerous siblings, Vann is the poster child for "just go with it". A perfect combination of laid back and boisterous. Though she struggles to wear serious and caution as badges, there are rare moments where it shine through and Vann can behave herself. Should the situation call for it. She would much rather be living it up than acting mature. Growing up in a large family does that to a kid. Always gotta go with the flow of the people around, never one to have the attention on you for very long lest you come off as selfish. To Vann though, she realized that having a little bit of that attention focused solely on herself wasn't half bad. Regardless of the type. That was when she discovered and experimented with anything she could get her greased stained hands on. She fears the thought of being content with becoming a sheep among the masses. Of living a humdrum life with nothing to show for it. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Vann will not be that person. An 'irritating attention-seeker when she wants it bad enough' if one were to know her well enough. Not so holy of a saint is she. Vann is reckless and impatient; especially if things are not up to her speed and often tends to get bored which leads her to take unnecessary risks in order to keep that wild streak running. Not always does it affect only her... Who would have believed that Saint Vann is a ticking time bomb? Surprisingly quite a few people. Push her past her breaking point and no one is safe from that barbed tongue of hers. No one is off limits and feelings spared is a cop-out to be true to the nasty self she truly is. Pair that with any substance in her system and there is hardly anything to do but let her run her course. Other Information Constantly has something sweet in her mouth. A deep love for cars; her baby. The loudest one at the party. Sexual innuendos at most times. Smoking weed when things get too heavy. Anything to keep the party going. Found at the garage with a bag of sour candy. Unable to sit still. Sun tanning pool side. One night stands give her strength. Drive fast, take chances. 2 wild 2 tame. Always has music playing from her headphones. Cleans furiously when emotions run high. Finds the stillness of the world odd. She can’t stop herself from reacting before she thinks things through...

Elliot J. Underwood

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x x First born to a real estate tycoon and a CEO of a mineral-based makeup firm, Elliot James Underwood would grow up in the lap of luxury. Rubbing elbows with other children of wealthy and well to do parents helped shape the mindset that he could get away with anything and everything he wanted. Simply because of who he was. Throwing some money and threats around seemed to help too. The east coast was home though he was never really contained to just one area of the country. His family would often take trips around the globe any chance they got - which was quite frequent. Up until his senior year of college Elliot had been attending UCLA; strictly for the achievement of saying that that was his alumn. However, a chance meeting of a pretty young thing over the summer caught his attention. She was blonde, southern and oh so dumb. It was easy to manipulate her. To get her to do as he wanted, when he wanted. When Elliot found out about her attending OIC, well, he just had to transfer. There was no way his toy was going to be without him.

Theodore Bajolière

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x x Born in Port-au-Prince, Haiti and then immediately moved to NOLA, USA, Theodore Bajolière developed long lasting roots within the Creole community. There was never a dull moment as he grew up - he made sure of that. Always causing the most commotion, gaining the attention - good and bad - and reveling in the excitement of it all. Learning anything and everything he could just for the fun of it all. That hunger for knowledge continued to follow him into adulthood when he pursued quite a few degrees that allowed him to question and ponder and continuously seek. Through his endeavors Theo met and fell in love with a fellow classmate; Eloise Cooper - a law major at OIC. The two hit it off and before graduation Eloise gave birth to a beautiful baby boy; Henry. They married soon after and live together off campus in Rose Point as Theodore garnered a teaching position; Philosophy + Literature, at his Alma Mater and she obtained a place within Attawit's legal system. Things have been slowing down recently within the Bajolière family. Both parents busy trying to make the best of the situation they have found themselves in. Young and in love doesn't seem to fully encompass what they are. At least, not anymore. But with two children they still attempt to make a show of trying. Knowledge is key. It fuels his broad-minded approach to life. Theo is keenly interested in philosophy and religion, and all the subcategories that fall in between. Obtaining knowledge and finding disciplines that aid in his internal quest fuels him and his actions. Never one to sit still and let the excitement come to him. No. That would be too boring. Actively seeking out the adventure and all the pros and cons that come with it is what gives him the high he craves. Because Theodore Bajolière is a man who knows what he wants, and gets what he desires. Regardless of the consequences that follow.

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_{ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋʙᴜʀɴᴇʀ}

Zinnia Cardoso

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x x Zinnia Veru Cardoso; eldest daughter to a famous singer performer; Elena Lorenzo & model turned fashion designer; Vittore Cardoso. With famous, well to do parents such as hers, Zin and her sister were doomed to be raised by others in their place. House staff and familial friends; and what family were close enough, were always there to cater to their every whim - should they require assistance. The number of people surrounding them dwindled as they grew older having no need for "babysitters" as the girls liked to refer to them. Because of the constant state of absentee parents, Zin has taken on the ideal that people are only useful as stepping stones. If they have no use to her and her goals or gains then they are not worth her time at all. It's a common denominator of why she has so few friends - and why she gets into so many fights. Not many people can stand the ire of Zinnia Cardoso. And if they can... well, they deserve a fucking medal.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay.

this looks hella interesting might fiddle around with a character

♔ ♕ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞

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Ｔｈｅｏｄｏｒｅ Ｂａｊｏｌｉèｒｅ

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_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Home & OIC ♛
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 Reminiscent & Wanting
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝 ♛
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. The Angel @boreas | Nicolai Bennett @WindsOfFate
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Eloise Cooper - Bajolière; wife}

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Events of the previous night flashed through Theodore's mind as he stood against the pristine white countertop of his Rose Point bungalow. Coffee already being to pour into the tumbler placed beneath the spout. The dark hues of his Burberry suit contrasting brilliantly within the confines of his open kitchen. The kitchen of the home he shared with his wife and son. _{His family...} he thought bitterly, a scoff falling from his lips as the last of the cafe dripped into his cup. The dark roast aroma; deep, rich and slightly bitter - with the added help of chicory.

He was about to take his first sip when he heard footsteps, clad in a plum suede kitten heel and a fitted sweater dress was his wife.

The tangle of sheets, the sweet smell of vanilla and cashmere, a hint of sweet amber; warm & cozy, something he just wants to wrap himself in. Refusing to the prickling nerve telling him to get up. To get out of the sheets, out of the bed, and scurry home back to his own bed. Where his wife lay sleeping peacefully. _{His wife...} the title irked him some. It wasn't the most solid of marriages. Not any more at least. Not lately. However the nubile body beside him in those early hours of the morning - silently calling him, singing to him to stay without the help of words. Theo was torn. Ultimately deciding upon a quick escape without stirring the young woman in the hotel sheets.

It's not the first time they've been together. Spent time with one another tangled in one another. It certainly won't be the last time.

The Philosophy professor was pulled from his thoughts at the slight touch of hips on his as his wife finished filling up her own cup of coffee. A quick exchange of words, a kiss or two here and there. Something about Henry having already gone to school, carpooling with friend from down the street. A silent nod to let her know he was listening and a grunt of acknowledgement every now and then as they both continued on with their daily morning routines. Before long the both of them were swapping kisses and goodbyes and Theodore Bajolière found himself strolling the hallways towards Bennett's office within the hour; thoughts of last night's company still swimming in his head.

What if... there were Young Avengers?

@Ezka most likely a dumb question but are you looking specifically for FCs who were younger? or does it matter at all? i.e. young johnny depp or young debbie harry etc.

What if... there were Young Avengers? (MCU - Casual to Low Advanced)

This seems pretty interesting

♔ ♕ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞

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𝓐𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸 𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮

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_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ʙᴇᴅ ⟼ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʜɪᴛ...
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝 ⟼
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. The Saint @boreas The Valedictorian & The Kyle @Legion02}

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Before the sun rises Alessio likes to be dead asleep. Snuggled nice and tight under his sheets, warmed through the cool night. Pillows smothering him. Ideally, with a beautiful woman there beside him. Limbs tangled in one another. And then when they do finally find it within themselves to wake from their slumber, perhaps a round or two before they go about their day.

Instead, Alessio found himself being shaken from his dreams of his ideal woman by the sound of Johnny banging on his door calling out for him to get up and get ready for training. Checking the time the Basile rolled his eyes with a groan; _５:３０. Of course he would come to rouse him. It's not like they didn't do enough during the game over the weekend. No, that wouldn't make sense in Brooks' mind. Another eye roll. It wasn't that he disliked the dude. Quite the opposite actually. They were good friends and even better teammates. It's just that... well, there were a lot of things that went right over the guy's head. And sleeping in after a hard won victory — and a bender — was one of them.

"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya! I'll be out in 10," shouting from his still prone position, Sio somehow found it in himself to push up from the plush mattress and tumble gracefully from the sheets. Dragging his feet as he shuffled around for his workout gear and bag. When all was said and done he left to meet up with his personal alarm clock.

“𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!” Coach's dismissal wasn't unlike the others they had all heard before. All Sio wanted to do was get cleaned and get outta there as fast as he could. If he was quick enough about it he might even be able to get a short nap in before he was expected back at practice later. He took notice, however, of his best man, his partner, his lifeline — his hubby; dragging his feet. Something clearly on his mind. It bothered the New Yorker to no end that his best friend was struggling with something and not mentioning it to him. Before he could get a moment to get across the crammed locker room to he saw Zach dip outta there, his face buried in his phone.

It was then he heard the snickers and murmurs bouncing off the tiled surfaces amidst the plodding feet, the rustle of clothes and towels, of water spraying from the shower heads. Sio could feel the damp hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Goosebumps rising along his arms and chill down his spine. It wasn't a fear response, so what — "𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎!" "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚢..." "𝙰𝚗 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐?" "...𝙼𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎..." The comments weren't lost on him and instead of just brushing them off he found himself rummaging around for his own phone.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐲

If Alessio Basile took anything away from this... stunt, it was that this was free publicity. Aside from his note worthy plays on the field and his prowess in the bedroom, it was only fair that the rest of the school know his name and all that comes with it. Inside, he was concerned. Concerned at the angle of the picture of him that Ms. Fortune chose to use. Who could have taken it? When did they take it? How did they get it? Too many questions and not enough answers. But what really struck him as worrisome was that not but a few photos above his own laid his twin's. An attack on the family? The business? Or them personally? _{What in the fucking shit...}

♔ ♕ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞

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𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

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𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 ᴄᴀʀɴᴇ ᴀꜱᴀᴅᴀ ꜰɪᴀꜱᴄᴏ
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝 ★
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. The Saint @boreas}

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The sounds of static, popping and cracking, from the record spinning idly on the platter as the stylus skips along the surface smoothly filled in the small space of the typically chaotic and empty dorm. Chaos enveloped the small room in a manner that wasn't too out of place for the southern belle. Empty bottles littered the floor near the bed and top of her desk pushed against the wall where a number of books and notepads lay open. Pens of varying styles and colors look as if they were just tossed on the surface - some even ending on the floor to join those bottles. Smells of last night's dinner lingered through the shared living space of the third floor dorms, seeping beneath the door and filling Birdie's room with the mouthwatering aroma. She would definitely be having some leftovers tonight.

To: zach attack😝💖
HELP 😣
idk what to dooooo an I need help
i sent umm,... a pic to arty 😖 an he hasn't responded

Meadow eyes scanned her phone and the conversation that began the previous evening played catch up with her addled mind. Even though Zach mentioned he was with Katie - something that would definitely be used to fuel some teasing at lunch - she was more preoccupied with the thought of drinks and even better company. "Mmmhm margs..." licking her lips she finally rolled herself from her sheets and hopped into the shower.

In no time at all Birdie was walking across the quad, swept up in the mass exodus that was shuttling towards the numerous boards all lined with rush week information; clubs, sports, after school tutoring sessions. It was difficult to find a vacant piece of cork with all the paper that had found a home there. Upon a closer inspection and just pure curiosity on her part, Birdie's eyes skimmed across the Polaroid pictures tacked on like some fifth grade vision board project. _{'The handwriting is neat and pretty at least...'} There was nothing else for the blonde to do but move on from the list that labeled her and her friends. With all the eyes on her, darting back and forth from her picture on the board to her standing there, it wasn't like it was something new... it just wasn't something she wanted to deal with what with the Arthur issue taking front and center in her head. Instead, Birdie took off at a brisk pace ignoring the pointed stares and board behind her - a brave soul even called out to her as "A pretty face," a jab to her appointed title by the elusive Ms Fortune.

Another text message was sent off to Zach in hopes to catch him before she had to bunker down and actually study for her bio chem 2 quiz. A roll of her eyes, _{'Fucker's gonn' kill us with this. It ain't even a test what in the hell're they thinkin'?!'} she couldn't help but berate her professor mentally as she continued her tedious trek to god-knows-where. Too much bobbin' around inside her supposed empty little head to pay enough attention to her surroundings. People milling about for 'the Rushening', gathering at established booths of sports clubs and the like, or even taking their sweet time in setting up - either way this area was going to be packed within the hour. Ms Fortune's little project was to make sure of that.

Picking her head up she caught sight of someone she thought was long gone. A summer fling from back home. A summer full of memories she'd rather not relive. Or a conversation she definitely did not want to have. A chill ran up her spine halting her in place. But as she blinked hard to get the memories to leave she noticed that no one was there. "The mind playin' tricks on me... gotta be the cheap booze." Though as she did scan the yard from her position she caught sight of a hunk of a man. Taking off as quick as she could, a large smile plastered on her face and his name shouting from her lips, Birdie threw herself onto the first string quarterback. "ZACHHHHHHHH~! How was your date with Katie?"

Though she didn't see what caused the air to turn crisp, that little, lingering feeling was still there. Only held at bay by the warmth the Bishop boy provided.