Melissa

Mel's Memory Box

A U R O R A
A U R O R A

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_{^{"I could be anywhere I wanted to in a heartbeat... but I have nowhere else to go."}}

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Aurora "Rory" Daphne Mitchell _________________________________________________________ October 28th, 2007 | 21 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Kingman | Arizona | USA _________________________________________________________ Myotis | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________ ◼ B U I L D || Slender, Small Frame ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Golden Copper ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 5'5" ◼ W E I G H T || 128 ◼ S C A R S || She has a medium length, thin scar on her left forearm from when Damon threw a beer bottle across the room and some of the glass bounced in her direction. She needed 12 stitches. ◼ T A T T O O S || Not yet, but she's planning on getting the quote "Only you decides what breaks you" on the back of her neck after graduation. ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Both her ear lobes are pierced and she has a second piercing on her left ear that one of her roommates did for her in the Collegiate Dorms. ◼ O T H E R || N/A

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ TW: Domestic Violence Aurora Daphne Mitchell was unexpected in more ways than one. The product of a one-night stand, Rory's mother Sasha was young, too young to even think about having a child - she wasn't even out of high school when she found out she was expecting - and Rory's father didn't even know she existed, as he left shortly after she was conceived. Living in a dead end town off of historic Route 66, Sasha struggled to make ends meet in a place that didn't have much to offer in terms of opportunity. She worked two jobs to stay afloat and the first few years were tough (at points they were forced to live in her mother's car) but when Aurora was 5 her mother met a man who changed their fate. Damon Fray might have had questionable morals and his money and resources were acquired through illegal means, but he gave Sasha and her daughter shelter and safety and that was everything then. He and his friends were notorious in Kingman for their bad deeds - dealing, stealing, and violence - most of it driven by hate and directed towards Hyperhumans. Eventually, his kindness wanted and he began to take out his frustrations on Rory's mother both physically and mentally. Aurora's powers first manifested at age 10. Damon and her mother were arguing viciously and as she sat at the top of the stairs helplessly, Rory wished she could be somewhere else, anywhere but there. The next thing she knew she had teleported to the base of the stairs and then again into the living room. Sasha noticed her daughters spontaneous emergence, but thankfully Damon did not. After diffusing the situation, she immediately knew it was no longer safe for her daughter to stay there; who knew what Damon would do if he found out Aurora was special in that way. She knew he would not share the same acceptance she had been able to find in her heart, and so, Sasha did the hardest thing she'd ever have to do - let her daughter go. Under cover of night, Aurora was dropped off at a children's home in a neighboring town with strict instructions from her mother to hide her abilities at all costs. Young Rory at first didn't understand why it had to be this way, but quickly learned that the world feared people like her. She bounced from foster home to foster home over the next two years - as soon as each placement figured out she was Hyperhuman, it was on to the next. It wasn't until the children's home had simply run out of viable options that they enlisted the assistance of H.E.L.P. to have her sent to P.R.C.U. Shortly before Aurora's 13th birthday, she arrived on Dundas Island and has remained there ever since. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Aurora navigates the world with a cautious gaze and a guarded heart, her experiences having taught her that people aren't always what they seem. She's learned to rely on her instincts to guide her and because of this, she might come off as reserved, quiet, or introspective upon first meeting because she's simply observing and assessing the situation. However after she lets down her initial defenses, Rory's warmth and compassion shines through. Her demeanor softens and her guarded expressions give way to a genuine smile that lights up any room and and an infectious laugh. She's gentle and unassuming, chooses her words with care, and moves gracefully but deliberately. There's a quiet confidence in the way she carries herself, indicative of a resiliency beyond her years. The turmoil and well, damage, that lies beneath this superficial layer though... only few will ever see if chooses she lets them in. Rory's unyielding determination is a trait she got from her mother; watching her work tirelessly to provide for them and witnessing her relentless grind for their survival is something that the redhead carries with her everyday. As a result of it, Aurora is incredibly hardworking and is fueled by the desire to carve out a better future for herself.

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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || T E L E P O R T A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || FUNDAMENTAL __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD Aurora has the power of teleportation: to move instantaneously from one location to another without needing to occupy the space in between. She also is able to move matter (objects or people) in the same manner. The redhead only needs to think and/or visualize where she would like to travel to (near or even sometimes far) and within seconds she will appear there spontaneously. Smaller distances are easy, like breathing, and don't tire her or deplete her. But longer distances take more of a toll and might require a bit of rest afterwards depending on the situation. L I M I T A T I O N S || R A N G E A N D E N E R G Y At this point in her training, Rory's greatest limitation of her powers is range and distance. When she was a child, she could only travel extremely short distances - across the room or at most 30 feet away. Since then, she's expanded her radius exponentially to include anything within her field of vision at any moment, the entirety of Dundas Island, and further away places that she has visited previously and knows well (such as the Children's Home in Arizona). But if she has never been there before, or she cannot visualize the location, she is not able to teleport. Additionally, Aurora's ability to teleport is affected by her energy levels. If she is tired or spent significantly, she is unable to teleport at the same capacity as she can at full strength. Either she'll attempt to teleport somewhere and will only end up halfway to her intended destination or if she's particularly lacking in energy she won't be able to teleport at all. W E A K N E S S E S || F O C U S A N D P A N I C Aurora's teleportation abilities rely heavily on her mind, and in order to teleport somewhere she needs to be completely in control of her thoughts to direct them specifically towards a certain location or reason to move. She has done a lot of work personally - meditation, intention setting, even therapy - to calm, clear, and focus her psyche, but she still struggles from time to time. Enemies can take advantage of this through distraction, but she also at times can be her own downfall. The years she spent witnessing her mother's abuse and the constant displacement while in the system definitely took its toll, as she has harbors lot of residual anxiety and panic that proves to be a barrier to reeling in her racing thoughts. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I'd like Aurora to muster up the courage to reconnect with her mother at some point. She is able to fully visualize her childhood home in her head so theoretically she could teleport there, but she has never taken the opportunity to do so - it's a tough subject for her. Rory's birth father is also somewhere out there and she's always wondered who he is/what his story is. In terms of interaction with other characters, Aurora has deeply rooted trust issues as well as fear of abandonment due to her upbringing, so I think she would really benefit from a close relationship of some sort (whether it be romantic or platonic). She has superficial bonds with her classmates but she needs to break down her walls and let someone into her life on a deeper level in order to heal. Only then will she be able to reach her full potential.

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P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S

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_{E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?}

Make the most of every day at P.R.C.U. - I truly mean that. Don't let each day, however mundane it may seem, pass you by. Go on the adventure across campus with your roommate, challenge yourself to ask difficult questions... tell that boy you have feelings for him. I can't even express how lucky you are to be here in this sanctuary. Practice gratitude every morning that you wake up on Dundas Island. Not every Hyperhuman is as fortunate.

_{W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?}

When I was a kid, I didn't know what the possibilities were for my future. In all honesty, I wasn't even sure I would have one. All I want is to make sure that kids like me, products of the system and abandoned Hyperhumans, have the opportunity to reach their full potential.

_{I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?}

I wish I had used my resources more and had been willing to ask for help sooner. I've felt so alone for most of my life and what I seemed to forget was that most people here felt the same way. If only I had reached out sooner, maybe I would have been able to fully appreciate the community that P.R.C.U is built upon. It would have saved me a lot of lonely nights along the way.

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Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

A U R O R A
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_{^{"I could be anywhere I wanted to in a heartbeat... but I have nowhere else to go."}}

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Aurora "Rora" Daphne Mitchell _________________________________________________________ October 28th, 2007 | 21 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Kingman | Arizona | USA _________________________________________________________ Myotis | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________ ◼ B U I L D || Slender, Small Frame ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Golden Copper ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 5'5" ◼ W E I G H T || 128 ◼ S C A R S || She has a medium length, thin scar on her left forearm from when Damon threw a beer bottle across the room and some of the glass bounced in her direction. She needed 12 stitches. ◼ T A T T O O S || Not yet, but she's planning on getting the quote "Only you decides what breaks you" on the back of her neck after graduation. ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Both her ear lobes are pierced and she has a second piercing on her left ear that one of her roommates did for her in the Collegiate Dorms. ◼ O T H E R || N/A

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ TW: Domestic Violence Aurora Daphne Mitchell was unexpected in more ways than one. The product of a one-night stand, Aurora's mother Sasha was young, too young to even think about having a child - she wasn't even out of high school when she found out she was expecting - and Aurora's father didn't even know she existed, as he left shortly after she was conceived. Living in a dead end town off of historic Route 66, Sasha struggled to make ends meet in a place that didn't have much to offer in terms of opportunity. She worked two jobs to stay afloat and the first few years were tough (at points they were forced to live in her mother's car) but when Aurora was 5 her mother met a man who changed their fate. Damon Fray might have had questionable morals and his money and resources were acquired through illegal means, but he gave Sasha and her daughter shelter and safety and that was everything then. He and his friends were notorious in Kingman for their bad deeds - dealing, stealing, and violence - most of it driven by hate and directed towards Hyperhumans. Eventually, his kindness wanted and he began to take out his frustrations on Aurora's mother both physically and mentally. Aurora's powers first manifested at age 10. Damon and her mother were arguing viciously and as she sat at the top of the stairs helplessly, Aurora wished she could be somewhere else, anywhere but there. The next thing she knew she had teleported to the base of the stairs and then again into the living room. Sasha noticed her daughters spontaneous emergence, but thankfully Damon did not. After diffusing the situation, she immediately knew it was no longer safe for her daughter to stay there; who knew what Damon would do if he found out Aurora was special in that way. She knew he would not share the same acceptance she had been able to find in her heart, and so, Sasha did the hardest thing she'd ever have to do - let her daughter go. Under cover of night, Aurora was dropped off at a children's home in a neighboring town with strict instructions from her mother to hide her abilities at all costs. Young Aurora at first didn't understand why it had to be this way, but quickly learned that the world feared people like her. She bounced from foster home to foster home over the next two years - as soon as each placement figured out she was Hyperhuman, it was on to the next. It wasn't until the children's home had simply run out of viable options that they enlisted the assistance of H.E.L.P. to have her sent to P.R.C.U. Shortly before Aurora's 13th birthday, she arrived on Dundas Island and has remained there ever since. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Aurora navigates the world with a cautious gaze and a guarded heart, her experiences having taught her that people aren't always what they seem. She's learned to rely on her instincts to guide her and because of this, she might come off as reserved, quiet, or introspective upon first meeting because she's simply observing and assessing the situation. However after she lets down her initial defenses, Aurora's warmth and compassion shines through. Her demeanor softens and her guarded expressions give way to a genuine smile that lights up any room and and an infectious laugh. She's gentle and unassuming, chooses her words with care, and moves gracefully but deliberately. There's a quiet confidence in the way she carries herself, indicative of a resiliency beyond her years. The turmoil and well, damage, that lies beneath this superficial layer though... only few will ever see if chooses she lets them in. Aurora's unyielding determination is a trait she got from her mother; watching her work tirelessly to provide for them and witnessing her relentless grind for their survival is something that the redhead carries with her everyday. As a result of it, Aurora is incredibly hardworking and is fueled by the desire to carve out a better future for herself.

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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || T E L E P O R T A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || FUNDAMENTAL __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD Aurora has the power of teleportation: to move instantaneously from one location to another without needing to occupy the space in between. She also is able to move matter (objects or people) in the same manner. The redhead only needs to think and/or visualize where she would like to travel to (near or even sometimes far) and within seconds she will appear there spontaneously. Smaller distances are easy, like breathing, and don't tire her or deplete her. But longer distances take more of a toll and might require a bit of rest afterwards depending on the situation. The same goes for objects and people - teleporting on her own is one thing, but teleporting heavy objects and people requires more of her energy. L I M I T A T I O N S || R A N G E A N D E N E R G Y At this point in her training, Aurora's greatest limitation of her powers is range and distance. When she was a child, she could only travel extremely short distances - across the room or at most 30 feet away. Since then, she's expanded her radius exponentially to include anything within her field of vision at any moment, the entirety of Dundas Island, and further away places that she has visited previously and knows well (such as the Children's Home in Arizona). But if she has never been there before, or she cannot visualize the location, she is not able to teleport. Additionally, Aurora's ability to teleport is affected by her energy levels. If she is tired or spent significantly, she is unable to teleport at the same capacity as she can at full strength. Either she'll attempt to teleport somewhere and will only end up halfway to her intended destination or if she's particularly lacking in energy she won't be able to teleport at all. W E A K N E S S E S || F O C U S A N D P A N I C Aurora's teleportation abilities rely heavily on her mind, and in order to teleport somewhere she needs to be completely in control of her thoughts to direct them specifically towards a certain location or reason to move. She has done a lot of work personally - meditation, intention setting, even therapy - to calm, clear, and focus her psyche, but she still struggles from time to time. Enemies can take advantage of this through distraction, but she also at times can be her own downfall. The years she spent witnessing her mother's abuse and the constant displacement while in the system definitely took its toll, as she has harbors lot of residual anxiety and panic that proves to be a barrier to reeling in her racing thoughts. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I'd like Aurora to muster up the courage to reconnect with her mother at some point. She is able to fully visualize her childhood home in her head so theoretically she could teleport there, but she has never taken the opportunity to do so - it's a tough subject for her. Aurora's birth father is also somewhere out there and she's always wondered who he is/what his story is. In terms of interaction with other characters, Aurora has deeply rooted trust issues as well as fear of abandonment due to her upbringing, so I think she would really benefit from a close relationship of some sort (whether it be romantic or platonic). She has superficial bonds with her classmates but she needs to break down her walls and let someone into her life on a deeper level in order to heal. Only then will she be able to reach her full potential.

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P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S
P E R S O N A L P R O M P T S

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_{E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?}

Make the most of every day at P.R.C.U. - I truly mean that. Don't let each day, however mundane it may seem, pass you by. Go on the adventure across campus with your roommate, challenge yourself to ask difficult questions... tell that boy you have feelings for him. I can't even express how lucky you are to be here in this sanctuary. Practice gratitude every morning that you wake up on Dundas Island. Not every Hyperhuman is as fortunate.

_{W H A T W E R E Y O U R A S P I R A T I O N S W H E N Y O U S T A R T E D H E R E? W H A T C H A N G E D, W H A T S T A Y E D T H E S A M E?}

When I was a kid, I didn't know what the possibilities were for my future. In all honesty, I wasn't even sure I would have one. All I want is to make sure that kids like me, products of the system and abandoned Hyperhumans, have the opportunity to reach their full potential.

_{I F Y O U C O U L D M A K E O N E C H A N G E T O Y O U R T I M E A T P . R . C . U ., W H A T W O U L D I T B E?}

I wish I had used my resources more and had been willing to ask for help sooner. I've felt so alone for most of my life and what I seemed to forget was that most people here felt the same way. If only I had reached out sooner, maybe I would have been able to fully appreciate the community that P.R.C.U is built upon. It would have saved me a lot of lonely nights along the way.

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Beverly Hills: Limitless

it’s me, I came out of retirement for this

Rosefell High.

_{Marcos Kingsley & Ellie Roberts}
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Fed up.

Marcos Kingsley was fed up.

This merge was nothing but hell for him and now? Now he had to go to a party he didn’t want to be at to make sure no one touched his sister inappropriately. She was so lucky Christian was only a couple blocks away, which was nothing while riding his bike. If there was something Trixie would never fail at, it was being a self-serving, manipulative brat. On top of her sneaking out, which somehow he’ll get blamed for, her face was on someone’s story saying she’d skinny dip if she lost in a drinking contest.

Maintaining balance and control, while still seemingly defying gravity, Marcos increased his acceleration on his Street Triple R. Keenly aware of his morality, yet enjoying embracing his surroundings of the suburban heights of Columbus and all the senses that riding a motorcycle invokes, the prideful Lion moved his body with the machine, leaning when he needed to.

There was a visceral physical pleasure whenever he took the moment to go out, just him and his bike. The wind rushing through, over, and around him, and how much he had to put his hands and feet to work was addictive. There have been many weekend days he spent just riding around all day and only thinking about his journey on the road. If he could ride his bike and leave all his issues behind, he would, but then his parents would give him grief, making him feel like he was irresponsible, aimless, and careless. A Kingsley had to keep their image, their reputation, and their future in mind always. If they didn’t, they risk disgracing their family name.

Thinking about all the things that went wrong this week, like Colin starting unnecessary drama because he can’t get over the fact that they grew apart or Marcos running into all the exes he hurt in middle school, wasn’t worth his time and energy. He changed and whether people believe that or not was their own prerogative. The soccer player wasn’t going to lose sleep because people can’t get over themselves. Their grudges are their own obstacles. He was here to graduate and leave this all behind him. The prospect of him enjoying his senior year was growing more bleak by the minute.

Finally arriving and pulling up in Christian’s driveway, Marcos pulled off his helmet to meet the eyes of people sitting in the front having an intimate conversation and drinking out of red cups. The guy didn’t know he was, but the girl’s eyes widened, “Marcos?! You came!”

“Yeah,” He acknowledged while securing his bike in place and fastening his helmet. Instead of striking up a conversation, he let their voices drown out in the background, as he went through the side gate to get to the party. He had never been to Christian’s house because they weren’t necessarily friends, especially after the whole player phase Marcos went through. The jock didn’t want to assume his sister was inside or outside even if ten minutes ago she was inside. Worst case, he could ask around and try to leave as quietly as he entered.

That, of course, was hopeful thinking. The second Marcos found himself in the backyard, by the bouncy house, the flock of thirsty drunk girls were quick to make their move. Some knowing him and some just seeing a very, very hot guy.

“Who’s that?” Sitting on a lounge chair, by the bonfire, a strawberry blonde with kittenish eyes surveyed the new addition to the party. Taking a sip of her cranberry vodka, she leaned back in her seat and shook her head, “No one has the right to be that fucking fine.”

The girl beside her, with glasses and braids, rolled her eyes at her friend and unethustically commented, “Marcos Kingsley. One of three golden boys. You remember Aiden? Yeah, the one over there. They’re best friends. Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. Fucking fine as hell. Well, they’re assholes. The third golden boy was the only reason why most of us could tolerate them, but now he’s gone. If you knew these two in middle school, they were trouble. I’d suggest staying away. Who knows how he’ll be without Richie!”

How unfun. “I like trouble,” The Rosefell cheerleader protested, twirling her hair as she watched the man candy walk around, searching for something. “I’m going to say hi.”

“Do what you want, but you can’t say I warned you,” the Liberty High theater kid aggressively took a bite out of her smores, watching her new friend be stupid and try to flirt with the lost cause.

Stopping in his tracks, Marcos found his path blocked with a girl with a bikini top on and a skirt. With clear intentions in her eyes, she stepped forward and introduced herself, “Hey handsome, my name is Paris. Where are you going in such a rush?”

This was his curse. Inhaling in, exhaling out, Marcos replied with a fake, yet charming smile, “Hey Paris, cute name,” He didn’t want to get a girl mad already, but he wasn’t here to flirt. He was here to get his sister and leave. “I’d love to chat but real talk, I’m just here to find my sister, so excuse me.” The stranger tried her best to put her body against his chest and coerherce him to forget his task, but Marcos was not having it. He was here for one thing and one thing only. No thot could stop him.

Pretending to give in, Marcos leaned into her body and placed his hand on her chin, bringing it up for her to look at him. This move ended up startling her, because seeing him up this close and personal was more than she could handle. Stumbling back, Paris accidentally bumped into a group behind her. The person she walked into dropped their drink on the floor. By the time she apologized and went to look back at the jock, composed and ready, pushing the itch away, in the back of her mind, he was gone.

Where the hell did he go?

Sighing, relieved he got away, Marcos walked by the pool and continued his search there. This party was more busy than the stories on social media gave credit for. After being here for a couple of minutes, he already knew he wanted to go home. The peacefulness of the living room was more welcomed than the chaos of the first party of the year. Gradually turning his head to the water, he fished around, surveying faces.

Ellie found herself propped up against the fence, shoes discarded next to her and toes digging into the plush green grass as she nursed the joint in between her thumb and index finger. Something about being under the influence heightened every other sensation and at the current moment nothing was more satisfying than her bare feet feeling the rich soil underneath her. She breathed out large puffs of smoke whilst the rest of the party moved on around her.

As her eyes grew more red and brain grew more foggy, she tried to mask out the emotions that seemed to front in her brain as a result of her interaction with Rico. Anger, sadness, frustration, longing- all unresolved feelings that came on in waves every time she saw his face. The weed could only dull so much of her grief, so she let her eyes search for a distraction, anything to brighten her mood.

This alleviation came in the form of a tall, dark, and handsome male who strutted into the party clearly attempting to find someone or something. Ellie was too oblivious to notice his intentions, and was simply excited to see Marcos arrive. With a giddy smile and laugh, she clamored to her feet and called out his name across the pool. “Marcos! Marcos you made it!” The brunette waved.

Before the ungodly hot son of the junior senator of Ohio could find his ex and Theo Van Cise in the pool, his attention was ripped from the turquoise water to a Sunflower beaming at him. Ellie! Probably the only good thing about Rosefell was this girl right here. Boy was he glad to see her in a crowd of strangers, enemies, and nobodies.

With not a second to waste, he strode to the otherside of the pool where she was, “Yeah, I guess I did.” When he was inches away from her, he surveyed her mannerism, outfit, and expression, and immediately picked up the scent of weed off of her. This wasn’t something he expected from her, but he didn’t hate it. It was just a different take on the adorable Ellie Roberts.

Smiling at her, the hard exterior dropping in the presence of this ray of sunshine, Marco laughed, “I can see you’re having a good time. If there’s anyone that deserves a break, it’s definitely you. And—” His hand gestured to her display, “— you look great, El.” His dark gaze did get carried away, distracted by her midriff, but he was quick to not let that linger, out of respect for his friend. “Trying to impress anyone?” He coolly teased.

The brunette blew a raspberry with her lips, rolling her eyes before emitting a giggle. “Oh please, I just threw this on because Lil told me I should.” Ellie replied, not noticing the death stares and glares she was getting from the envious belles of Liberty and Rosefell. “I am having a good time though!... Well, mostly.” She corrected herself before motioning Marcos to come closer, whispering to him quietly “This is my first time getting high, you know. It’s weird, but I like it.”

It was in this moment that Marcos put the search for his sister in the back of his mind, completely engrossed in how cute Ellie was acting. Even when she brought up his ex, he didn’t seem bothered by it because she was just so captivating in this light. Ellie was naturally a delight, but with the weight of the world off her shoulders and her acting so free and in the moment, the grumpy jock found himself chuckling with her. He couldn’t handle her like this. She was just so goddamn cute. Her usual optimism he found so attractive and interesting was cranked up to ten. He was weak to this artsy, klutzy, and accepting dork.

Marcos Kingsley felt a burning sensation he hadn’t felt for years. Actually, the last time he was this intrigued was with Lilith. Looking around at the jealous girls surrounding them, the jock devilishly smirked. Maybe it was a good idea for him to come to this party. Glancing at her, with their faces inches away, watching her pull away, Marcos smugged, “Is that so? Well if you like it, then you should keep at it.” Not wanting to fully enable her, he playfully poked her nose, “But in moderation, okay? Or you’ll be seeing my face a lot more,” he flirtatiously winked.

Heat struck Ellie’s cheeks, a rosy-ness appearing across her features that complemented her freckles. It was quite common for her to get flustered in the presence of those she admired, quite possibly moreso whilst under the influence, and she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that she liked Marcos just a smidge. She vividly remembered the first day he walked into the Yellow Rose Diner and knew that his chiseled face would be one that she would soon not forget. “Don’t worry, I will. Scout’s honor.” She saluted playfully, “I wouldn’t mind seeing your face more though, you’ve rarely showed up at the diner lately...” Ellie commented, jutting out her lower lip pouting. “Who else am I going to give free milkshakes to?”

Deceased.

Was Eleanor Roberts flirting back? If she was, Marcos was feeling it and if he continued thinking what he was thinking, this probably would result in something they’d both regret. Not letting his imagination get carried away too much, Marcos laughed, “Hey, I’m sure there’s plenty of boys out there that want a taste of your milkshake.” Did he actually just say that? A genuine, sweet blush washed over him. The Golden Boy was quick to divert the girl’s attention to a small group playing with a giant jenga set, “Oh look, drunk jenga. Want to play?”

Like a puppy that had just seen a squirrel, Ellie’s gaze immediately followed over to their classmates huddled in the corner laughing and cheering. That looked like fun! The brunette nodded vigorously, “Ooh yes, let’s go!” quickly grabbing hold of Marcos’ muscular arm and pulling him towards the game.

Rosefell High.

”I think you and I are going to have a grand time tonight.”

The corners of Tyler Jane’s plump lips turned up into a gentle smile as she gazed at the enchanting boy who took a step closer to her, something magnetic about him that she couldn’t place a finger on. Although his intentions were made clear by his words, it was the way in which he was admiring her that said it all without needing to explain. The alcohol in her system was making her much more susceptible to his charms, but she was positive that even if she were stone cold sober she would have felt the same way.

And then like a mid-day storm, an clearly annoyed and gloomy dark haired girl appeared out of nowhere and rained on the two’s parade, beginning to berate the boy- now with a name, Nicholas - for god knows what. Her tone indicated clear disgust and disdain and the dancer recognized quickly that the two were not merely just friends, but related, noting the identical arch in their brows and features reminiscent of each other.

”You’re really going to stand there and act like you aren’t flirting with your Tramp of Choice?”

Well wasn’t she lovely. A ray of sunshine, no doubt.

”You always do this, Nick. You find some red head, flip on the charm switch, become a complete ass and settle for someone completely beneath you. It astoundingly perplexes me every time.”

Heat pricked the redhead’s cheeks, not expecting such choice words to come out of the girl- Billie’s- mouth. Hell, she didn’t even know her and she already didn’t like her! She was never one to shy away from conflict and the last thing she wanted to do was let this ruin a perfectly good opportunity, so Tyler Jane raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her drink before letting her fiery nature emerge in delicate and understated fashion.

“I hate to interrupt this game of Family Feud, I truly do, but - Billie Jean, was it? It seems to me like your brother is old enough to make his own decisions, and if this is how he wants to spend his evening, it should be none of your concern. Besides, don’t you have better things to do?” The redhead replied, more bluntly than even she was expecting, the alcohol in her system dialing up the sass meter.

“I mean, we’re at a party and yet the only thing that seems to be consuming you is who your brother decides to take interest in… a little bit sad if you ask me.”

Rosefell High.

Tyler Jane was consumed by the music, utterly distracted and entranced by the highs and the lows of the notes and fueled by the shots she had already taken. The night was young and she wanted to soak it up for all it was worth. She had turned to venture to the kitchen, hopefully to find another drink to sustain her.

And then like magic, there was a boy in front of her extending a red solo cup in her direction.

She gave him a once over as they both stood there, time nearly stopping in the moments that she took in his outward appearance. The redhead was sure she had never seen him before - quickly delineating that he was a Liberty kid - his dark hair and mysterious sapphire eyes making an impression without him needing to say more than a phrase. It was the way that he held himself that said it all with no words- the boy practically oozed charm and a debonair grace. He had definitely captured her attention, that was for sure.

"How'd you know?" Tyler Jane smirked, brushing hands with the boy as she took the cup from his grasp, the contact like an electric shock. She didn't bother asking questions about where the beverage came from (not exactly her brightest decision, after all she was already tipsy) and the girl simply took a sip before continuing to speak. "I could never say no to a drink."

Rosefell High.

Liv’s gaze had followed the redhead- now identified as Tyler Jane- to the dance floor, so she didn’t notice when someone approached her and began to strike up a conversation. Spinning around to face them, the blonde tried to hide the subtle blush that had splashed across her cheeks as a result of his compliment. She had remembered JayVaughn from class before he had even brought it up- the boy had a warm smile that was not hard to recall - but she still wasn’t used to getting attention from anyone, more specifically suitors.

The girl drummed her fingers on the granite countertop nervously, mustering a response after a few moments. "Yeah, I'm Olivia. Well, Liv." She looked down at the outfit she had chosen to wear before glancing back up at JJ. "Thank you, you're very sweet." Liv replied with a gentle smile, "What do you think of the party so far? I-"

"Alright, let's move it along now."

Almost as if his spider senses were tingling, Aiden spontaneously appeared next to his sister, slinking an arm over her shoulder casually. He had seen the beginnings of this exchange from across the room, and was already not enthused in the slightest of the impression that his younger sibling seemed to be making on their classmates. The blonde girl looked up at her brother with a grimace - why is it that he always had to intrude at the worst possible moments?

She offered JJ an apologetic expression- hopefully he could read on her face that she would have stayed and chatted if it weren't for her nuisance of a brother. "I guess I'll see you in class?" Liv stated, before being ushered away by Aiden and sternly glaring at her kin. "You didn't have to be rude, you know. He was just being nice."

"Yeah right, being nice is how it always starts..."

Rosefell High.

Tyler Jane Morrissey was tipsy.

Whether it was because of the few shots that she had taken at the pregame (plus the one she just took with the little blonde girl) or the lack of dinner she ate was anyone’s guess, but nonetheless the redhead was already feeling intoxicated. The evening was young, and she was clearly at the party to have a good time after a long first week of classes. As a Rosefell student, she was a little apprehensive about the entitled rich kids from across town joining their ranks, but from what it seemed like it was a pretty seamless transition. Plus, she really couldn't complain- she hadn't met many of them yet.

In anticipation of this being the first party of the school year, and more importantly the first Rosefell/Liberty mixer, Tyler Jane had chosen a slightly more revealing outfit than she might’ve normally worn- the black bodysuit cut out just below her chest and the jean shorts showed off her long legs. The dancer’s lithe frame was often one that people liked to admire, and her clothing choice for this evening's party welcomed it. She wanted to make an impression - after all, half of their school was now unknown to her, and that meant opportunities.

Since arriving at the house, the redhead and her friends had barely left the makeshift dance floor, only taking reprieves for snacks or shots. Tyler Jane, as always, let the music that played move her, swinging her hips and letting her hair fly freely about as she sang along to the words she knew. This was the kind of dancing that she didn't often have the chance to do- no choereography, no mirrors, just the beat and her feet carrying her. If you looked closely, you could see the fire behind her eyes as she enjoyed herself, not a care in the world.

Suddenly thirsty, Tyler Jane decided to go and indulge in another alcoholic beverage. She could worry about her hangover tomorrow, but for now, she was having too much fun to pass up more of it. In the midst of trying to locate another drink, the redhead felt herself collide with a dark-haired girl. “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Tyler Jane hurriedly apologized with an embarrassed laugh and smile before continuing on her quest to the kitchen.

Rosefell High.

_{A collab featuring: Lilith Montgomery @HaleyTheRandom & Ellie Roberts @Melissa}
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As the two girls entered the party, Lilith grabbed Ellie’s hand and led her through Christian’s house. Stopping to grab a few glowy accessories, Lilith grabbed a decent handful of bracelets and a couple of necklaces. The glow in the dark sunglasses looked quite stupid, but Lilith was sure to grab a pair of those too.

”So! What do you want to do first,” she asked, filled with excitement. Lilith was glad that she and Ellie had pregamed - otherwise her anxiety would have been going through the roof. She and crowds didn’t mix.

Ellie trailed behind Lilith as they weaved through the masses of people that filled the house, jaw slacking as she gazed at the luxurious fixtures and furniture that filled the large space. She knew that Christian was well off, but she didn’t realize how rich he actually was. This house was absolutely palatial. Realizing she was gawking, she snapped out of her daze and looked over to her friend. She was starting to feel the effects of the joint they had pregamed with, but nothing too out of the ordinary. If she was going to have fun at this party, she needed something else.

“Drinks?” Ellie suggested, motioning to the table filled with booze near the kitchen.

Lilith shrugged her shoulders. ”Drinks are good,” she mused. ”The only thing about drinking and smoking though is that you can get super fucked up super fast. So just like… know that. It’s super fun, and totally worth it. But yeah.”

The brunette nodded, understanding. “Noted.” Ellie replied, leading the way towards the beverages with a fire in her eyes. Her ears had been burning from the moment they stepped into the house; she could hear people whispering, about how she was there and so was Rico. But she tried not to pay attention as she poured herself some vodka and lemonade into a cheap solo cup. “Do you want?” The girl asked, holding out the drink to Lilith.

Eyebrows raised in surprise and Ellie led the way, Lilith took a deep breath. She was glad that her friend was opening up and trying new things - but she wasn’t happy with why Ellie was being so open. People's eyes kept darting back and forth from Ellie, to beer cups, to Rico and back. Lilith wasn’t here to judge - she was here to help, and she completely understood where Ellie was coming from. She just wished her friends' first time getting cross faded would have been at home.

”Absolutely,” Lilith replied, taking the cup from her friend. Taking a gulp, she nodded her head approvingly. Pineapple juice was always her favorite mixer for vodka, but lemonade was proving to be a close second. Pulling a blunt from her bag, Lilith sat the cup drink on the table before taking a drag. ”So what do you suggest we do first? Dance? Bouncy house? Oh! I heard there’s burgers.”

Ellie made herself the same mix with a heavy hand, taking a sip and looking around. The dance floor was crowded, and the brunette was not in the mood yet. She could move- but only after having a few drinks. The bouncy house sounded a little nauseating at the current moment, nothing like an empty stomach and alcohol to make your head spin. Her eyes continued on, searching for their next activity, until they fell on the person she had been avoiding.

There he was, in his usual party form. Rico looked unbothered; without a care in the world as he drank his troubles away like he always did. Ellie’s face paled as she watched him laugh with his friends, chatting up some girl and acting like he owned the place. Her heart ached, and she consciously tore her eyes away, looking over at Lil for a reprieve, “Up to you,” The girl replied blankly, trying to not let her inner emotions show.

Taking another drink, Lilith watched Ellie close. She had to be sure that El wouldn’t freak herself out once the alcohol and marijuanna collided. But instead of a freak out, what Lilith saw was how Ellie’s eye fell upon Rico, and how her mood changed shortly after.

”Do you want to talk about it?” she asked sympathetically. ”Or do you just want to forget all about it?”

“No,” Ellie blurted quickly, but after realizing how that must have come off, she continued, “The last thing I want tonight to be about is some stupid boy. Hell, that’s what the whole summer was about and I’m sick of dwelling on it.” The brunette explained. “I’m here with you, my best friend, and I want to enjoy myself. And so should you.”

”Heard,” she said, downing the rest of her drink. ”In that case, hit this.” Passing the blunt to Ellie, Lilith grabbed two new cups from the stack and filled them with Jungle Juice. The good thing about Jungle Juice was that it was super strong and super fruity. After all, ninety-five percent of it was alcohol. So if Ellie wanted to get fucked up, then that’s what she was going to get.

”I don’t want to make tonight about guys either,” she stated. ”But that doesn’t mean that we can’t like… flirt with them, right?”

Ellie gladly took the blunt, hitting it and exhaling a puff of smoke as she watched Lil get the two of them more drinks. She was lucky to have a best friend like her- someone who she could talk to and be honest when it was necessary, but also someone who could understand what she needed without saying anything at all. In this case, it was to focus on anything but Rico. With a laugh, the brunette exchanged the blunt for the new cup, but not before finishing up her first drink. “Of course you can, I’ll be your wingwoman. I promise.” Ellie smirked, “Anyone in particular you have your eye on?”

Leaning back on the drink table as she surveyed the crowd, Lilith was only mildly interested in the people that she saw before her. No one was catching her eye. Not until --

”Him,” she stated simply, watching as the tall figure slowly drifted away from the entrance. He was obviously from Liberty, and held himself in a way that showed off just how much better than everyone he thought he was. His clothing looked a little on the more pricey side, and his smirk screamed trouble. The girl giving him the finger served to prove that.

”I have no idea who he is, or where he came from - but he looks like trouble and I like that,” she rambled on, a mischievous glimmer in her eye. ”Of course I’d rather have a bid tiddy goth girl crush me with her thighs, but there appears to be none here. So were settling for rich boys.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily call that settling, Lil,” Ellie chuckled to herself, following her friend’s gaze to the boy in question. She was right though- he did seem like trouble. Something about the way he carried himself unmistakably screamed ‘I’m bad news’ but not in the same way their classmate Colin did. Turning back to Lilith, the brunette motioned in the mystery boy’s direction, “Well, what are you standing here with me for? Go get him.”

Shrugging her shoulders once again, Lilith winked at Ellie before finishing off her second drink of the night. Grabbing the blunt back from the other girl, she took a long hit before slowly exhaling and passing it back.

”As you wish,” she replied with a smirk. ”If things go south I’ll just scream and you can come find me or something.”

Taking a deep breath, Lilith set out on her journey.

Rosefell High.

_{Also featuring a new friend...}
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Narrowly escaping her brother’s watchful eye, Liv Howard placed one white Ked in front of the other and made her way towards the thumping and bumping of the party. She followed the students to the ajar front door and as soon as she walked in behind them, overwhelmed was a vast understatement as to how she began to feel. The music was blaring, there were people everywhere she looked, and the overpowering scents of weed, beer, and Axe body spray seemed to dominate and throw off the rest of her senses.

It was a high school party all right.

Anxiety was quickly replaced by excitement when the girl remembered that this was supposed to be fun! She should be thrilled to be at a gathering like this and the blonde regained her composure, maneuvering her way through the crowd to get a better sense of her surroundings. As she passed by her classmates, she could feel their eyes burning into the back of her head as well as her backside. Naively thinking that they were only looking at her because she wasn’t with her brother as per usual, she continued without giving the premise much thought. They were definitely not staring at her because of how she looked… or were they?

Liv meandered over to the kitchen where all of the alcohol had been set up and was taken back by the sheer amount of booze that there was in one place. How someone scored all of this whilst underage was beyond her (hell, she didn’t even know fake ID’s existed), but she appreciated the effort nonetheless as she stared at all of the different labels and variations laid out in front of her.

In her entranced distraction, the blonde didn’t even notice that someone was trying to talk to her and only realized when the girl attempting to get her attention tapped her on the shoulder. The blonde could tell that the redhead’s lips were moving in an effort to communicate, but she couldn’t hear what she was saying for the life of her with everything going on around them.

“I’m sorry?” Liv shouted over the music, hoping that the girl would repeat herself.

“I said, are you okay? You look lost, hun.” The friendly looking redhead asked with a laugh, holding up a bottle of vodka and motioning to the two other girls beside her. “Do you want to take a shot with us?”

The blonde hesitated, letting her eyes drift down to the water bottle she had been gripping tightly filled with the Goose that her brother had provided her with. The angel on her left shoulder said no- she definitely shouldn’t drink more than what she was given. Don’t betray your brother like that! But the lesser heard and even lesser followed devil on her right shoulder spoke differently, telling her to be daring and free for once. Her brother was busy with Fi and wouldn’t even notice. Right?

Right.

“Okay, sure!” Liv eagerly nodded making her decision which caused the redhead to beam with excitement that she accepted her offer. She poured the blonde a nearly overflowing shot of vodka before passing the glass to her carefully as to not spill.

“Okay, so down, up, down, and then drink.” She instructed, demonstrating to Liv that she should tap the shot glass on the table, bring it up to cheers with the group, and then tap it on the granite once more before taking the shot. The blonde looked like a deer caught in headlights, so she reassured her once more. “It’ll be great, I promise. Ready?”

The young Howard took a deep breath. “Ready,” She replied, trying to hide any hesitation in her voice. She could do this!

Down. Liv could hear her heart thumping in her ears as the glass hit the granite. Up. She smiled at the other girls who were being so kind to her as they brought their shots together. Down. The blonde’s eyebrows raised as she brought the shot glass down to the table and then back up to her lips, shutting her eyes tightly as she tipped her head back and took the drink in one fell swoop. The alcohol burned on its way down and adrenaline and nerves coursed through her veins in the aftermath. She slammed the empty glass back down on the table with a grin. If only Trixie were here to see this!

The redhead took back her shot with ease - this was clearly not her first time drinking - and glanced over to check on Liv. Seeing that she had taken the shot with no issues, she smirked at her. “You did it! That was great.” Before she could say anything else though, her friends began to cart her off towards the dance floor.

“Wait! I didn’t catch your name,” Liv mustered, throat still on fire from the alcohol. She wanted to thank the girl for being so nice to her, and also semi-wanted to make sure she wouldn’t rat on her to her brother...

The redhead smiled widely, calling out to the blonde as she began to disappear into the crowd, “I'm Tyler Jane! Find me later, we can do another one!”

Liv returned the grin, the buzzing sensation that the shot left behind disappearing after a few more moments. The way that it felt energized her and if this is what partying was all about, then she was all here for it.