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Current Disrespect will close doors that apologies can’t open. Let that sink in..
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5 days ago
I was never colorblind to the red flags, I just hoped I was wrong
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2 mos ago
Not all who wander are lost.. but I, personally, am lost.
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6 mos ago
I hope when Death finally comes that it feels like it used to when dad used to carry me inside after falling asleep in the truck.
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8 mos ago
If the gods didn't want me to commit fatherless behavior, they should have given my mother better taste in men.
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π™·πšŽ / πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ Β· 𝟸𝟿 Β· π™ΏπšŠπšŒπš’πšπš’πšŒ πš‚πšπšŠπš—πšπšŠπš›πš πšƒπš’πš–πšŽ

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš‘πš˜πš  πš–πšŠπš—πš’ πšπš’πš–πšŽπšœ 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš πš–πš’ πš—πšŠπš–πšŽ? π™΄πšŸπšŽπš— 𝙸 πšπš˜πš—'𝚝 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš–πšŽ, πšŠπš™πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πšπš•πš’,
𝚜𝚘 πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš–πšŽ πš πš‘πšŠπšπšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšžπšŒπš” 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πšŠπš—πš. 𝙸'πš– 𝚊 πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 7-πš’πšŽπšŠπš›-πš˜πš•πš πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πš—πšŽπš™πš‘πš’πš•πš’πš–,
πšŠπš—πš πš•πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš™πšŽπš—πš πš–πš’ πšπš›πšŽπšŽ πšπš’πš–πšŽ (πšπš‘πšŠπš πš’πšœπš—'𝚝 πšœπš™πšŽπš—πš πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πšŽπš›) πš πš›πš’πšπš’πš—πš πš˜πš› πšπšŠπš–πš’πš—πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’πš—πšŽ.



π™±πšŽπš’πš—πš "πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš‘πš’πšŒ" πš’πšœ 𝚊 πšŒπšžπš•πš–πš’πš—πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚘𝚏 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšπš˜πš› πš—πš˜πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’ πšŠπš•πš• πš πš˜πš–πšŽπš—, πš‹πšžπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšœπš™πšŽπšŒπš’πšπš’πšŒπšŠπš•πš•πš’, πš–πš’ πš πš˜πš–πšŠπš—.

π™Έπš— πš–πš’ πš›πšŽπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœπš‘πš’πš™, πš’πš 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπš πš˜πš—πšŽ, 𝙸 πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš›πš˜πš–πšŠπš—πšπš’πšŒπš’πš£πšŽ πš–πš’ πš˜πš πš— πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš‘πš’πšŒ πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš‹πšŽπš’πš˜πš—πš πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ. π™Έβ€™πš πš–πšŽπš–πš˜πš›πš’πš£πšŽ πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš›πš˜πš– πš‘πšŽπšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚎,
πšπš›πšŽπšŒπš”πš•πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš’πš–πš™πš•πšŽ. π™Έβ€™πš πš›πšŽπšŠπš, πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš—πš˜πšπšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπšŸπš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŽπš› β€” πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš, πš–πš’πš—πš, πš‹πš˜πšπš’ πšŠπš—πš πšœπš˜πšžπš•.

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So... I miss my old name "Moro", and realize that I should have never changed it in the first place. Is there any way to go back to it? Or is that not a possibility, with the username being coded to my profile previously..?



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Location: Studio β†’ Delbrook Academy
Interactions: Damien Lopez @Vicier, Marco & Maria Costello @LostDestiny, Sawyer Lockwood
OTD: β‚ͺ Outfit
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After an entire summer of late nights with friends this morning's alarm was especially hard to wake to. Danny was never one for snooze alarms, but today was an exception. When the alarm rang again after having been silenced for the third time, Danny forced himself up out of the recliner to begin his morning routine. While trying to make as little noise as possible, Danny stepped up to peak into his loft bed where his ex-girlfriend (Story for another time.) was still fast asleep. Part of him wanted to wake her the way he had just a few weeks prior, the way he loved to, but with the burning irritation from the fight the two had the night before it was an easy feeling to brush away. Danny turned, descending back down the stairs to head for the shower. He knew he could get away with it without waking her up. Though the boy had taken one the evening before, the sleep in his eyes and the haze that was still looming over him would be easy to wash away with a quick, cold shower. Like he always said, nothing a cold shower and a coffee couldn't fix.

He couldn't get behind hot showers. Sure, turning the shower water for a few moments to open up your pores before you wash your face, but to go through the entirety of one's shower with it scalding your skin? Girls. Girls were weird. It was a long-running joke between him, Damien, and Sawyer - originally started by Daniel's older brother Brandon - that girls had no souls, and they needed the heat from the waters of hell to warm their cold hearts. Though Daniel was never one to talk trash about girls - or anyone in general, for the matter - it was still remotely funny enough for a chuckle when he thought about it every now and then.

Having lived in a household where he had to share a bathroom with his older brother, Danny had mastered the art of getting ready in a real timely fashion. He'd laid out his clothes for the day on his gaming chair the night before - dark jeans, shoes, socks, boxers, jersey - it was a long-standing, sort of unspoken tradition that the school's sports teams wore their jerseys on the first day, a tradition Danny wasn't about to stray from - made quick work of getting dressed in his fit before snatching his keys off the wall and heading out the front door of his studio apartment, all the while being as quiet as he possibly could to not get caught heading out by his ex. As soon as Danny stepped through the threshold, the cold, welcoming ocean air flooded his nose, a sense of warmth flooding him. It was the smell of home. One Danny knew he could never live without. There was never any specific reason why, but Danny always had a major sense of pride when he told people where he was from. The beach, the ocean - hell, the city of Long Beach - it was all he'd ever known.

A quick trip to Starbucks and a stop through a lengthy Jack in the Box line left Daniel enjoying his breakfast in the near-empty senior parking lot, another thing that he quite enjoyed was the quiet of the morning before the waves of students flooded in. As he sat there chowing down on his hashbrown it dawned on him he hadn't checked his phone this morning. Digging down into his pocket, he pulled out his cell and clicked the side button, bringing the screen to life. Seven missed messages. One from his mother, one from his sister-from-another-mister (his older brother Bran's best friend Erin Chase), two from his brother Brandon and several from the lacrosse team's group chat.


π™Όπš˜πš–
- π™·πšŠπšŸπšŽ 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πšπš’πš›πšœπš 𝚍𝚊𝚒, πš‘πš˜πš—πšŽπš’. πš‚πšŽπš—πš’πš˜πš› πš’πšŽπšŠπš›! π™·πš˜πš  πšŽπš‘πšŒπš’πšπš’πš—πš :]

πš‚πš’πšœ π™΄πŸ’€πŸ’œ
- π™·πšŽπš’, πš•πš’πš• 𝙼..!
..𝙸 πš”πš—πš˜πš  𝙸 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽπš—'𝚝 πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πš–πšžπšŒπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽπšœπšŽ πš™πšŠπšœπš πš’πšŽπšŠπš›πšœ, πš‹πšžπš... 𝙸'πš– 𝚜𝚘 πš™πš›πš˜πšžπš 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚘𝚞..!
π™Άπš˜πš˜πš πš•πšžπšŒπš” πš πš’πšπš‘ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšœπšŽπš—πš’πš˜πš› πš’πšŽπšŠπš›. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'πš›πšŽ πš’πš— πš–πš’ πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘πšπšœ πšŠπš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πš‹πš›πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πŸ’œ
π™»πš˜πšŸπšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞, π™³πšŽπšŽ!
π™±πš’ πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚠𝚊𝚒... πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšœπš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš πš‹πšŽ 𝚊 πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšπš›πš˜πš– πš–πšŽ πš πšŠπš’πšπš’πš—πš πšπš˜πš› 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” πš‘πš˜πš–πšŽπŸ˜˜

π™³πšŠπš–πš’πšŽπš—
- π™°πš•πš›πš’πšπš‘πš 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜- πš—πšŽπš  πš’πšŽπšŠπš›..! π™»πšŽπš'𝚜 πšœπšπšŠπš›πš πš’πš πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πš‹πšŠπš—πš, πš’πšŽπšŠπš‘..? πšπšŽπš–πš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πšƒπš’πšπšŽπšœ πš πš‘πš˜ πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πšŒπš‘πšŠπš–πš™πšœ πšŠπš›πšŽ..! π™Ύπš‘, πšœπš‘πš’πš- πšπš˜πš—'𝚝 πšπš˜πš›πšπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš πšŽπšŠπš› πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš“πšŽπš›πšœπšŽπš’πšœ. π™Άπš˜πšπšπšŠ πš”πšŽπšŽπš™ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšŠπšπš’πšπš’πš˜πš— πšŠπš•πš’πšŸπšŽ

π™±πš›πšŠπš—
- π™·πšŽπš’ πš‹πšžπšπšπš’! π™±πš’πš πšœπšŽπš—πš’πš˜πš› πš—πš˜πš . π™»πšŽπš–πš–πšŽ πš”πš—πš˜πš  𝚊𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πšŽπš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 πš‘πš˜πš  πš–πšŠπš—πš’ πšπš’πš›πš•πšœ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš‘πšŠπš—πšπš’πš— πš˜πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš›-


Daniel groaned to himself, quickly swiping away his brother's messages before he could even finish the first one. There was definitely no need in seeing what else he had to say. Quickly typing out a message to the lacrosse group chat and a return text to Erin, Danny hit send and grabbed hold of his coffee, mechanical pencil and I.D. lanyard from the center console of his truck before hopping out, locking his truck doors. Yes, all Danny would be attending his first day of senior year with was a pencil. If he learned anything from his previous years, the teachers always seemed to laugh at the students who brought anything more than just a pencil and a folder with a few pieces of paper. Something, if it came to him needing it, he could more than likely borrow from someone else.

Waves of students were starting to flood down the street towards the front gate, Danny packed in the sea of sardines, ever-so-patiently waiting to get into the school. Pulling his I.D. from his back pocket, Danny flashed his photo to the guard at the desk before squeezing past some rather loud freshman - there was no denying they were fresh meat, as they had the classic lost look in their eyes as they took the school's surroundings in - something Danny would not miss. Downing the last of his cold brew, he tossed the empty cup in a trash can and let himself in to the stairwell of the 900 building, pushing up to the second floor where he knew his homeroom was located.

Of course, a Spanish good morning was nothing for Danny. He had a mild understanding of the language, mostly thanks to his best friend Damien and his family, and having to deal with the general public through work. It was enough to get him by Ms. Goldman with a soft, charming smile shot her way before ducking into the classroom, looking over a couple of students shoulders in front of him to see where his seat was. Right up front. Oh joy. He took a quick peak at the other names he knew of, seeing where his friends were seated in comparison. A bit of a smile couldn't be helped when he saw that his long-time friend and crush Charlotte - who would be returning to public school after several hard years away from the "joys" of it all due to some family drama - would be seated right across from him. The near giddy feeling he had at the seating chart was immediately ripped away at how close in proximity his ex would be seated - right behind him - and that not only was Charlie seated across from him, but so was his recently-made ex-friend Carlos, as well. Suddenly that feeling he had had before was starting to feel more dumb than luck. With a soft clench of his jaw, Daniel turned and excused himself through the growing pile of students around Ms. Goldman's desk, slipping into his designated desk.

Being seated at the front had its perks. You got to notice new faces. One in particular stood out, she looked to be seated right behind where he'd seen some friends' desks. Daniel watched her a moment before turning his gaze away, not wanting to make awkward eye contact with the new girl. Last thing he wanted was to do was make one of the new kids feel like a fish in a fishbowl any more than they already did. The morning announcements went by rather quickly and before Danny could process it, they were already through the hour long assembly being ushered out towards the lacrosse field. Though it had been mentioned a few times already this morning, Danny had totally forgotten about the festivities that awaited them. Suddenly he had wished he hadn't eaten McDonald's for breakfast. The fact of the matter was, he wasn't outright starving, but he definitely could still eat. The smell of funnel cake was calling to him. Looking around, Danny finally spotted Marco, Maria and Sawyer. Of course Sawyer was still off a ways with Eretria in tow, so he shot the boy a quick text and turned back towards the direction he'd seen the twins. Slipping past a few people, he stepped up beside his teammate and sister-from-another-mister with a small grin.

"Bran told me from his Senior Year Festival they had a lot of good vendors. I doubt they changed the list very much in the last two years. You guys eat this morning, at all? I kinda fucked up and already ate on the way here, but... honestly? I could still eat."




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Location: Lockwood Residence β†’ Delbrook Academy; Senior Parking Lot β†’ Girls Locker Room β†’ Lacrosse Field
Interactions: Gavin Lockwood, Momma Lockwood, Eretria Simmons @Vicier, & Danny Murphy
OTD: β‚ͺ Outfit
β‚ͺ Jersey
β‚ͺ Hat

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[ Collab post with @Vicier ]


"Soy. Sawyer! ..come on, man, get up."

With a sharp inhale, Sawyer sat upright in bed and slapped the hands on his shoulders away. Slowly forced his eyes open to then rub the sleep from them, glaring up at his brother.

"Dude, what? I have a fuckin alarm set, what do you-"

"Clearly you snoozed it. A few times. You definitely won't have time to shower, sis. Get your ass up, I'm leaving in 10."

Sawyer watched as his brother walked out of his bedroom and snatched his phone from off his nightstand, checking the time to be sure that Gavin wasn't just fucking with him on their first day of senior year. Nope. It was 6:27. He could run through a quick shower and still have time. No sweat.

Plugging his phone into the charger before heading into the shower, he made it out with three minutes to spare, quickly toweling off and tugging on his jeans, black Vessi's, and lacrosse jersey. Snagging his hat and house keys off his nightstand, he tossed his keys into his backpack with his hydro flask and school I.D. already in it before swinging the strap over his shoulder. Sawyer stopped in his doorway and turned back into his room to dart back for his phone pulling it from the charger to stash into his pocket. Soy snagged his cologne off of his dresser and sprayed some on over the front of his body as he walked, tossing the container back onto his bed as he peeled around the door jam and ran downstairs shaking out his damp hair.

Fucker better not have left without me, he thought to himself, waving to his mother who was enjoying a cup of coffee in the kitchen as he attempted to slip out the front door, but his mother's voice caught his ear just before shutting the door behind him.

"Wait a minute! Can't I get a picture of you boys on your first day of your last year of high school?"

Sawyer groaned softly to himself and ran a hand through his hair, stepping back through the threshold and closed the door behind him before heading into the kitchen. Gavin was standing at the other end searching through the cabinet, probably for a granola bar.

"Oh come on, you two. Stand together and let me get a snap of you."

Sawyer clenched his jaw lightly and did as his mom asked, sighing heavily. If there was one thing he couldn't refuse, it was doing things to make his mother happy. After the photo was taken, both the boys laughed and shoved at each other before making their way out the front door with their mother trailing them right on their heels to the garage.

While Sawyer walked he was looking over his shoulder trying to listen to the small talk his twin and mother were having, causing him to run directly into something. His arm immediately shot out to balance the thing - now facing said thing he'd knocked into, he realized it was his good friend and neighbor, Eretria Simmons - a soft apologetic smile spread across his face as his hand dropped away from her.

"Sorry. Hey Trey.. what are yo-" Before he could get another word in, his mother came up beside the two of them and wrapped her arms around the girl.

"Oh, sweetheart, hello! And good morning." Mrs. Lockwood gently let Eretria go, smiling at the girl. "You and the boys share any classes this year? They haven't told me a thing about their schedules." She eyed both her boys with narrowed eyes teasingly.

"So far, mom, the only class I know that we - well, I - share with Tria is homeroom. Gavin got stuck in Ms. Stoldt's class for his," Sawyer chuckled softly, knowing all too well Gavin had never liked her when he had her sophomore year for Earth Science.

"..mama Lockwood- good morning..! Well... I'm not sure what classes I share with these two yet, if any, aside from homeroom with Soy; but you know me, I'll be sure to keep them in line for you. You have my word."

"YoU hAvE mY wOrD." Sawyer rolled his eyes with a bit of a smirk, noticing the helmet she'd gotten specifically for him when he rode with her on her motorbike. His eyes moved over to meet hers with a small smile before turning his attention back to his mom and brother, waving them off.

"Yeah, yeah. As if it isn't enough already having one mother." Sawyer chuckled softly, quickly side hugging his mom before walking around Eretria to the back of her bike, pulling his backpack straps tight before pulling on the helmet.

"Go ahead, Gav. I'm gonna ride with Tria." Sawyer watched as his brother ducked into the garage where their mother's car was currently parked, though once he realized she wasn't following him in, his eyes caught hers. His face flushed lightly at the look she was giving him, though glad that he had the helmet on and the visor down. Sawyer shook his head at the look she had as she looked between the two, watching as his mother turned to walk into the garage with a smirk that she failed to hide.

"Hope they don't cause you too much trouble. You kids ride safe, and have a good day," the boys' mother called over her shoulder as she and Gavin loaded up in the family's SUV. Sawyer flipped up the visor of his helmet, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Mom really needs to stay in her lane," he mumbles under his breath as he forces a grin and waves at them as they pull out of the garage and drive away, leaving the two standing there alone in the driveway.

Gods, she loved this family. Hand lifting from her side- her fingers wiggled lightly in a small wave goodbye before her attention was brought back to Sawyer. The soft sound of her chuckling falling out through her lips and into the air between them. It didn't take a genius to understand that he was very clearly embarrassed by his mother; but then, who wasn't..? It was their job after all.

Rolling her eyes, unable to help it; Eretria reached for the handlebars. Holding onto them gently as she took a moment to swing her leg over her bike, and once more settle in the seat. Hands already moving to pull her helmet on over her head. Being sure to curl her long orange-red locks up inside of it, "She's just being her- did you really expect anything less, Soy..?"

Sawyer shook his head with a light smirk, watching his mother's car disappear down the road.

"No, I was just hoping."

Checking his phone as she put her helmet on and tucked her hair into it, looking at the time while also checking the messages he'd received - just a few from the lacrosse group chat. The time currently read 6:54 AM. Sawyer waited for her queue to climb on the back behind her, sliding his hands over her hips, scooting himself up flush against her. Leaning around a bit to get an angle on her, his voice became softer as he spoke, one of his hands lightly rubbing over her hip.

"How'd you sleep..?"

"Honestly..?" Hands lowering down to the seat between her legs; Eretria's eyes closed. A soft blush creeping out across her cheeks at the feeling of his hands rubbing against her hips, "..it could have been better. How'd you sleep..?"

Sawyer nods lightly, leaning forward to rest his head on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. You have a bad dream or somethin? Or just... didn't sleep well?.." Pulling back, Sawyer yawned deeply to the side before returning closer to her. "Definitely shouldn't have been up so late, but people wanted me to stream. I couldn't say no. Even got a few donations. It was alright. Just wish I had gone to bed earlier. I'm still super tired. The short shower I took didn't really do anything for me."

Sawyer gently wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her back against him, wishing to himself that they could just go back upstairs to either of their houses and just sleep the day away together. Sleep sounded nice. And sleepy cuddles? What could be better than that...

"Long night..." Correcting him first; she couldn't help but let out another sigh as she was pulled back against him. Her bright eyes closing as she let her head fall back to rest against his shoulders, "..had to make sure that I was all set for today- check my uniform to see if it still fit... press it, though not before making sure that it wasn't musty from sitting in my wardrobe all summer... may have cleansed it too; got rid of any lingering negativity from last year... plus, I was watching your stream..."

Trailing off, Tria shook her head lightly over his shoulder, "..by the time I went to bed, I had a wicked headache forming. Totally not cool."

A small smile spread across his face at her admitting to having watched him the night prior. It was nice to hear, though he already had a feeling. She had always been one of his biggest supporters through his adventures with his growing cosplay popularity. Gently squeezing his arms around her in a sort of hug, he smirked a bit as he spoke up.

"Keeping your eyes on the screen for long hours like that is bad for your eyes. You should probably stop watching those noobs play Fortnite on Twitch into the wee hours of the morning, Trey." Sawyer chuckled softly, making a mental note to buy her a pair of the glasses he'd gotten for himself while he streamed for hours on end.

Hands lifting from where they'd been resting between her legs; she instead pressed them gently over his. Chuckling with a light shrug of her shoulders, "What can I say..? I'm a sucker for a gamer boy in a Spider suit."

"Mm-hmm."

As her hands came to rest over his he spread his fingers apart, letting hers fall between his before closing them around hers, holding them there a few moments before patting her side with his free hand.

"We should probably get going. Don't want you to screw up your attendance record on my account."

Right. School. Groaning softly, making a show of lifting her head from its rest over his shoulder; Eretria returned her hands to handlebars. Keeping them there a moment before going about switching on the motor and kicking up the stand, "I'll get us there in plenty of time... don't worry that pretty little head of yours, Parker."

Hand lifting; she slid down her visor. Giving him a few moments to once again adjust his hold before eventually, she pumped the gas and peeled out of his driveway.




As she had said, they got there with plenty of time to spare. Being able to pass right through the traffic was quite a perk. A thing that really had Sawyer thinking on building a bike of his own from the ground up. Would have to be a project for later after he built up his truck and got it running properly. Sawyer slipped off the back of Eretria's bike and pulled his helmet off, shaking out his still-damp curls before setting the helmet on the back of the seat. He stepped back and smiled at her as he watched her a minute, looking her over from head to toe.

"You, uh, gonna meet with the squad before class?"

"Maybe... I do need to change at some point. We're doing uniforms today." Head tilting slightly to the side; Eretria's long, curled locks tumbled out of her helmet as she lifted it. Lowering it down to rest between herself and the handlebars as her hair came to a stop over her shoulders and halfway down her back as she. Her bright gaze drawing back over towards him as she smiled, "Why..? You giving me a better offer, Parker..?"

Sawyer nodded as she talked about needing to change into her uniform, his thoughts wandering. It wasn't until she turned around that he realized he'd spaced out momentarily, his face flushing just a bit as he quickly brought his eyes up to meet hers. A slight smirk casting over his lips.

"I mean, yeah, but.. you have things to take care of."

A moment more passed between them before Sawyer spoke again, leaning in close to whisper into her ear, "I can take care of you later, kitten." The curly-haired boy kissed her cheek lightly before pulling back with a wink shot her way, chuckling as he began to turn away to head towards the front gate.

Heart fluttering lightly in the confines of her chest; the response was basically automatic. Her hand shooting out as she took a gentle hold of his wrist. Stopping him from getting too far away from her first before tugging him back towards her. Her bright eyes lifting to meet with his once more; a small smirk dancing over her lips, "..you know... you could come with me..."

As he was pulled back and to her, he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he looked down at her. Sawyer chuckled softly, pulling her closer by her hip till she was standing flush against him. "Not sure you'd be able to meet with the squad and..have time to... play. You sure you want me to tag along..?"

"..mmm..." Allowing herself to be led by his touch, her body lifting from the bike, and her leg sliding over it; Eretria only stopped once she was stood in front of him. Her hands lifting to fist rest lightly over his shoulders before she slid them up and back. Palms curling to the natural curve of his neck, "..I'll even let you fix my skirt when I inevitably forget how to do up the zip; because, as we all know, zips are very hard to master..."

A chill ran up the boy's spine as images and thoughts swirled around in his mind. "Oh, very." Sawyer bit at his lower lip then, leaning in closer, whispering something in her ear before gently removing her hands from around his neck to intertwine his fingers with hers. About to turn away to start walking to the front with her, he paused and turned to meet her gaze again, tilting his head slightly. "You got everything you need..?"

"As soon as I grab my bag, I will." The smirk on her lips growing, a bright blush coloring her cheeks which almost matched the shade of her hair; Eretria bit down on her lip. Chewing on it a moment before she turned back to her bike. Reaching to grab the strap of her bag and the straps of each helmet. Her gaze turning back to meet with his once she was ready.

Sawyer gently removed his hand from hers, reaching to her other to grab his helmet from her as he slipped off his backpack from one arm. He snapped the helmet to the backpack strap before quickly pulling it back onto his shoulder. Taking her hand again with a small smirk-smile, he walked with her to the front gate, squeezing their way on past the guard and across the school grounds to the lockers. Sawyer opened the door for Tria to walk in first, pausing to scan the area a couple of times before following in behind her, letting her lead the way through the locker rooms.

Making her way to her locker first, not so much as bothering to even open it; Eretria dropped her bag and helmet down onto the floor by her feet. Body turning, she let herself fall back- leaning against the cool metal while her eyes lingered on his figure. A soft smirk dancing across her lips, "..so... you mentioned something earlier about having a better offer..?"

A smirk started to spread across his lips as he watched her turn around to face him, stepping over the wooden bench seat to stand in front of her as he slid his hands over her hips and on back into the back pockets of her jeans.

"You already know what I have to offer," he said with a soft chuckle, leaning in to press his lips to hers a couple of times before pulling back to ask one last thing. "Question is.. do you want it?

Did she want it..? Such a loaded question to ask in the morning; though she had to admit that it was sweet of him to ask at all. And really, she wasn't sure why she should have expected anything less. Arms lifting; Eretria once more hooked them one by one around the back of his neck. Using them to help draw him in closer, as she took the chance to steal a kiss, "..I do want it. Do you..?"

Did he want it? Ha. Although he hadn't intended on it this morning, at least not right now, he definitely wouldn't pass up the opportunity. This would be a first for him. Messing around at the school with her, or with anyone. It would be something he could cross off his bucket list for senior year. Who cares if they missed homeroom..? Sawyer held her gaze a moment or two before nodding gently, a soft smile spreading across his lips.

"With you..? Of course, I do, Tria." Sawyer leaned back in to press his lips to hers once more in soft kisses, taking his hands from her back pockets to reach down in front, undoing her pants as they kissed.

From there, the rest is history as the two faded to black...




"Danny just text me. Says they're heading out of the auditorium. We can meet up with them on their way by the choir room to the lacrosse field."

Sawyer pushed the door open of the locker rooms, peeking outside before slipping out into the open with a slight smirk cast over his lips. Sawyer's eyes scanned over the crowd of seniors that were flooding the walkways, a few moments passing before he spotted his friends in the large group of kids, reaching back to take Eretria's hand.

"I see 'em. Come on," he mumbled to her with a small smile, turning to gently pull her with him and fall into the crowd, pushing his way through to meet up with their class. Before long, they were with their homeroom group as if they were never missing from the start.

A gentle blush crossing over her features, giving her cheeks a healthy glow to them; it took very little convincing for Eretria to simply reach out and take a gentle hold of his hand. The warmth of his palm against hers causing her smile to brighten over her features as she weaved their fingers together. His touch-... it was so warm..! Not that she wasn't used to it by now. Growing up side by side - not taking into account the short spell of their lives where he'd moved away - it was just something that she had grown to love over the years.

First, like this, and then, as they'd grown older, she'd come to enjoy it in other ways too...

"..if we get caught and questioned; just say that you were helping me with something for the squad." The hem of her short skirt brushing lightly, back and forth against her upper thighs as she kept pace with him; her free hand reached forward. Curling around the back of his hand so that she was holding it in both of her own as they moved. Her long, wavy orange locks bouncing gently over her back as she pressed herself closer to him. Allowing her bright blues to flick over the crowds that filled the area.

Sawyer smiled a bit to himself when he felt her second hand close around his but kept his eyes forward, giving her hands a firm squeeze as they were suddenly surrounded by their friends. The boy tried his best to catch up with the conversation, looking between everyone but getting lost at the mention of food. Food. Just the thought had Sawyer's stomach in knots. He hadn't eaten this morning. Well... at least not food. To say he was hungry would be putting it lightly. The poor boy was starving, and suddenly all he could think about were the different options they might have out on the field.

"I didn't eat... I don't usually like eating breakfast. I typically wait till Nutrition before I eat, honestly." The boy shrugged lightly, his hand slipping from Eretria's hands as he reached up and playfully shoved Danny's shoulder with both of his, laughing. "Come on, please tell me they have some good barbecue or something."

"Uh, yeah. They have the Dinner Bell BBQ Truck, if I remember correctly..?" Danny offered almost questioningly.

A small smile spread over the boy's face as he pumped his fist and practically growled, "Fuck yeah!"



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Interactions: Step-Father, Marcus β†’ Attendance Lady β†’ K.C. Horowitz [via text] @TGM β†’ Ezra Rodriguez
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After standing there for several minutes in silence as the lady behind the desk typed away at her computer finishing up some email she had said was urgent before writing Davina her late pass to class, Davina could hear her step-father shift beside her. His voice was practically in her ear as he muttered, "You're late." A small smirk spread across the girl's face as she lifted her head from her folded arms she'd had it buried on the counter before her, raising her brow at him. There were plenty of movies that they loved quoting, and many that had the lines 'you're late' in them, but it was more than obvious which one he was referencing this time. They quoted Lord of the Rings too often for her not to. A soft giggle escaped her as she gave the attendance lady a glance before looking back to Marcus.

"A witch is never late, Marcus. Nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to!" The two exchanged a chuckle, growing quiet as the woman who had promised to help them rose from her seat and walked over to them, holding out a small square paper to Davina.

"Here you go, hun. You're all set!"

"Thank you," Davina said almost in sync with her step-dad, walking ahead of him for a short moment before she felt her hood being brought over her face, blinding the girl as she laughed while fighting to get her hood up and off her head. By the time she did, Marcus had taken the lead and opened one of the doors for his step-daughter, allowing her to step through before doing so himself and letting the door close behind him. The two turned towards each other and Dav quickly held up a hand to stop him when it looked as though Marcus was going to try to step in and give the girl a hug.

"You know I hate hugs."

The man chuckled, dropping his hands to his sides before slipping them into his jeans pockets. "Yeah, yeah. You keep telling me." He cast a look over his shoulder at his car that was parked out front before turning his eyes back on Davina. "I'll have your bike looked at. Should be good to go by tomorrow so you can get to school on your own."

Davina smiled softly at him, nodding. "Thanks, dad."

A small silence sat between them a few moments before Marcus shifted in his stance, tilting his head. "Will you be going to The Center after school?"

"Yeah, probably. I'll ask someone for a ride, though. Shouldn't be hard to find one. Got a few friends who have their own cars. I'll be fine."

"Call or text if anything changes, alright?"

Davina smirked slightly, half-ass saluting Marcus. "You got it."

With that, she turned around to head towards the lacrosse field, pulling her phone out to type a message to her bestie K.C.


𝙱.𝙱.𝙸.𝙺.πŸ’€πŸ’‹

Davina
- 𝙸'πš– πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ.. πšπš’πš—πšŠπš•πš•πš’. πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš›πšπš’ πšŒπšŠπš— πšœπšπšŠπš›πš πš—πš˜πš πŸ˜œ


"Parece que te pusiste algo de color durante el verano, gringa."

The familiar voice caught her attention as she clicked her phone off. There was only one person she knew who called her 'gringa'. Of course, he always assured her he meant it as a term of endearment. Whether Davina actually believed Benny was another story. The girl rolled her eyes, bringing them up to meet with his as she closed the distance between them, eventually walking side-by-side to the lacrosse field together.

"Hello to you too, Ezra. And yeah, I did. Burnt myself a few times at the beach over the summer."

"Mm. If you weren't so damn whitewashed, you wouldn't burn so easily, now would ya?" Ezra smirked slightly, keeping his gaze ahead of them as the two walked together, making their way up the path between the auditorium and the 400 building. It was always a peaceful walk through there. The tall trees that covered the path in a nice shade always seemed welcoming. It was the spot where Ezra had first started hanging out when he arrived at the school till he quickly realized that a lot of the weird band geeks hung out there at lunchtime. Ezra had quickly found himself a new place to escape during lunch hour.

"It actually usually takes me being out in the sun all day for me to get burnt. I could be out in the sun for a couple of hours and be just fine," Davina shrugged, kicking a small stick off the path into the dirt as they walked. Ezra just nodded, not really having anything to say in reply to that. The two never really talked that much, but were friendly enough they could hold small conversations. That's about all they were good for. That, and Ezra occasionally copying her History or English homework. The two students stepped out from the shadows with the sun's rays beating down on them as they swerved through the bungalows and slipped out onto the lacrosse field where the festivities were taking place. A sea of students and a handful of teachers scattered around, some clumped together in groups as they all pushed past each other to get to where they were going.

It wasn't long after having slipped into the crowd that Davina realized she was by herself, now. The girl shoved her hand down into her jeans pocket and slipped her hand around her phone out of a slightly anxious habit. Not that she absolutely needed someone to latch onto, company was just always nice.



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Location: Front Office
Interactions: The Entire School

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"Delbrook Academy of Long Beach, California - and, of course, home of the Rising Tides..!

Today we welcome back familiar faces to a new year, and with them, a new wave of students into the sandy halls of D.A. Whether you choose to spend your time rushing the field with our five-time National Championship lacrosse team - Go, mighty Tides..! - or rocking out in the quad to the sweet rhythm of the jazz band; with more than enough extracurricular sports, activities, and clubs on offer, you're sure to find the right place for you, surrounded by like-minded peers who, despite differences, come together to create a close-knit and welcoming community.

So now that's out of the way, let's get down to the four-one-one on how your first day at Delbrook is going to go.

Today is all about getting in the groove; and no, I don't just mean with the dance squad or the cheerleaders... No. Today is going to consist of familiarizing yourself or re-familiarizing for our returning tides, with the school. This morning you'll attend your homeroom, where you'll meet your classmates and teacher before heading to the auditorium where our mighty Poseidon - our principal, for those of you who might not know - will address the school and give us a brief rundown on what the new year is going to look like. But once that's done... light that bonfire, and get ready for a luau; because the sharks, along with our amazing seniors, have prepared one hell of a welcome home party for us all..! So be sure to head on out to the lacrosse field and check it out..! There are food trucks, carnival games, rides, and booths- make new friends, meet the clubs, and prove yourself a tide to be reckoned with. And why not..? After all; new year, new you, right?

Let's make this year our most memorable yet!

For Delbrook Academy; your resident chatty dolphin, signing off..!"





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Location: Room 915
Interactions: All students in attendance

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With the five-minute bell ringing to let the students know it is time to head on into their homeroom class, Miss Goldman positioned herself just outside of her classroom door with a hand clasped over the other in front of her as she patiently waits for her students to arrive. Or as she would put it, jokingly, her first victims of the day. A couple of students attempting to hurry past her into the room catching her eye as she quickly pulled them back out into the hallway to line up along the wall of lockers outside of her classroom. Goldman couldn't help the bright smile that painted her already vibrant features as she looked at the increasing line outside of her door, waving to a few familiar faces in passing.

With a small smirk, Miss Goldman stepped back to open up space for the students to enter the room single-file, looking each and every student in the eyes while greeting them with different 'hello's and 'good morning's as they entered, waiting for them to answer her back before permitting them entry, chuckling at a few of the students who just looked on at her in confusion. Students who clearly did not take Spanish for their Language Elective.

"There is a seating chart to follow on the desk at the front of the class. Have a look, find your seat, and sit yourselves down until further instructions, please," she spoke to the class in English as they entered. Once every one of the students was inside, she glanced down the hallway to check for any potential stragglers before turning back to her classroom, leaving the door wide open in case any tardy students were brought in from the front office. Walking to her desk she quickly picked up a clipboard with a few sheets of paper on it, looking out at the class as she checked back and forth between the seating chart and the students of her homeroom class.

"Alright, looks like the majority of you are here and have found your seats. Buenos dias clase," slipping a single leg back, she lowered herself a tad. Her head bending forward just slightly, giving a respectful nod to the class before continuing.

"Mi nombre es Sra. Goldman. You may call me by Ms. Goldman, or Ms. G. If there is any name you would like me to refer to you as, please come write it on the seating chart at the end of the class before you leave. I will leave it on my desk for you." Ms. Goldman paused a moment, looking out at the students before her.

"Looks like we have all seniors in here. With a few new faces! Que asombroso! Well.. to our newcomers, don't get too overwhelmed. I know, it's a dumb thing to ask of you. May already be overwhelmed, at this point. D.A. does things quite differently than most schools, and it's got enough students and staff to make its own city, really. I'm sure my lovely returning seniors here will be very welcoming to you and be willing to help you out in finding your classes. Isn't that right, guys?" Goldman eyes her class, most especially the students she knows from having in her classes years prior.

"As for how I run my homeroom, you are allowed to do just about whatever you'd like. Catch up on that sleep you missed out on, do homework, be on your phone... you have freedom in here. The only thing I ask is that you don't bring food in here. Ants can become a serious problem in here. They're kind of hard to spot on this peppered tile flooring. That's one of the only things I ask you don't do is eat in here. Do that before you come in or after you leave my classroom," Ms. Goldman smiles softly, continuing.

"Today is going to go by kind of quick, and there is much to do. Unfortunately, as much as I'd love to get to know a bit about you all today, we will have to save it for tomorrow." Glancing up at the clock hanging above the door frame, Goldman chewed on the inside of her lower lip thoughtfully. "Mr. McGregor should be starting his morning announcement here, shortly. Until then, you are free to do as you please while I go over my lesson plans for the week."




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After a few minutes had gone by, static sounded from the speaker up in the corner of the room above the door as the mic flipped on, Miss Goldman quickly held up a hand sign with one hand, the other snapping a few times to grab students' attention before she brought her index finger to her lips. The room itself fell silent and a single voice - gentle and warm - can be heard filling the campus. Retired Marine, current Head Principle at Delbrook, Mr. Jack McGregor.

"Hello, students, staff.. new and old. Welcome. If you would please do me the honor, and stand from your seats, placing your hand over your heart and repeat the Pledge of Allegiance with me? It's fine if you don't want to say it, I understand your disconcerts, but it would please me greatly if those of you who don't want to say it, at least stand with the rest of us."

He gave everyone a few moments before continuing to recite the Pledge, giving another short couple of moments to allow the students to get seated and quiet down in their classrooms before starting off with his first-day announcement.

"Today, students, you have made it to your first class. Homeroom. Turn to the people beside you and introduce yourself, if you haven't already done so because this class will be seeing you every day 5 times a week till the end of our school year. This will be the only class you will be seeing on a daily basis unless we have GREEN Days, which are just what we call our minimum days where you will be attending all eight classes on your schedule. Green is a go!" McGregor chuckled lightly, clearing his throat.

"There will be an assembly, which each and every one of you will be attending before we can turn you over to the festivities that I'm sure you're all aware of that wait for you out on the turf. Before I go, I just want to give a quick appreciative shout-out to our school's teachers, cafeteria workers, the custodial staff, parent volunteers, and secretaries. Without you all, this wouldn't be possible. For you students, please enjoy your year here at Delbrook Academy High. I wish you all the best in this new year. For now, let's just worry about getting through the first day. Make the most of it. Thank you."

The speaker cut out then and Ms. Goldman asked that her homeroom students get into a single-file line, once the class had done so, she led them to the auditorium where they would sit through an hour-long pep talk from Mr. McGregor and the school's Vice Principal, Ms. Bauer about how they imagine the school year to run. At the end of the assembly, the V.P. turned everyone back over to Ms. Goldman, who took the students out to the lacrosse field, taking a quick headcount before she set the class free to their own devices. The field was littered with booths upon booths, almost the equivalent to a carnival except all that's missing is the Ferris Wheel. All the rides being located out on the baseball field on the south side of the school.

<Snipped quote by Kuro>
That's a spanking.


Kinky.
@Fandom Princess @Salsa Verde Your characters look great, you guys. Before I can accept your characters though, I'd like to ask that you make a check through the rules one last time, please.

@Myling @LostDestiny @metanoia You guys are all good to go :) Go ahead and move your characters on over to the CHAR tab <3

@GirlOnMarz I don't remember if I mentioned it to you in the discord or not, but your boy is good to go hun ^^
@Fandom Princess Sounds good! Looking forward to it, lovely!
@Kuro Scout is good to go, hun! Move her over whenever you're ready. :)
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"οΌ‘γ€€ο½„ο½‰ο½ο½ο½ο½Žο½„γ€€ο½‰ο½“γ€€ο½ο½…ο½’ο½…ο½Œο½™γ€€ο½γ€€ο½Œο½•ο½ο½γ€€ο½ο½†γ€€ο½ƒο½ο½ο½Œγ€€ο½”ο½ˆο½ο½”γ€€ο½„ο½‰ο½„γ€€ο½—ο½…ο½Œο½Œγ€€ο½•ο½Žο½„ο½…ο½’γ€€ο½ο½’ο½…ο½“ο½“ο½•ο½’ο½…οΌŽ"

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