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Hot take, but I'll allow it.
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Beer is liquid bread. Pop-tarts are ravioli. Corn dogs are Popsicles. I will not be explaining.
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Having a panic attack? Try shaking your ass to the Mama Mia soundtrack instead.
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In that case, *I* am looking for six men to sacrifice.
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Haley ★ 24 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

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Fiona had driven from Meadow University to camp, making unpacking when she arrived a hassle - but little did Fiona know that unloading her car would be the first of many things that made her want to roll her eyes over the next few weeks.

The training had gone over smoothly enough, and it was nice to see that not that much had changed at camp since she was there the last time. From what she could tell, Second Horizons had chosen a good set of counselors this year. Jackson might need a watchful eye kept on him, but other than that, Fiona was quite pleased with her lot of fellow rule enforcers.

Of course, being a counselor was going to be different from being a camper. She couldn’t just break the rules, fuck around and smoke weed one hundered percent of the time. She would have to allow herself to be the ‘cool-mom’ sort of counselor. She sure had enough experience with her siblings to know how to handle crazy teenagers. Hopefully this wouldn’t be so bad.

After their meeting this morning, Fiona approached the giant christmas tree to wait on her campers. The blue camp shirt was far from what she would have chosen to wear, but at least it was sort of comfy.

Leaning against the tree, Fi waited and stood there with her clipboard in hand. Greeting campers and checking names off of her list as they approached, she sighed.

Hopefully Second Horizons could offer her the breath of fresh air that she truly needed.




  • Portrayed By: Lucas Till
  • Color Code: #3AACFF
  • Font: Handwriting -> Silent Reaction
  • Heterosexual.
  • Ria's older twin brother.


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Jasper didn’t want to come to Second Horizons for Christmas. In fact there were a million other things that she’d rather do before coming to camp, but her father hadn’t left her any choice. Either she went to Second Horizons and took her punishment, or Ty would face the repercussions. It was the thought of Ty suffering anymore for her than he had already that forced her onto the camp bus.

She was sure to check in with the people holding the clipboards before boarding the bus, grimacing at the enthusiasm that they projected.

The vehicle smelled like feet, and was already full of campers that she wasn’t interested in talking to, looking at, or breathing the same air as. Walking to the very back of the bus and flopping down in the right hand seat, Jasper placed her bag beside her, signaling that she didn’t want anyone else in the seat with her. Putting her playlist on shuffle, slipping in her earbuds, and leaning her head against the window, Jasper rode to camp silently as the ever growing rage boiled inside of her.

Stepping off the bus and gathering her bags, Jasper rolled her eyes at the sight of the snow. How on earth was she supposed to walk in heels in this shit? This fluffy, blinding, slick, shit. Jasper had always preferred autumn over any other reason, and seeing the snow only deepened her hatred for the winter months.

With a deep breath, Jasper grabbed a suitcase in each hand as she did her best not to lose her balance. Noticing that people were starting to gather at a very large tree, she figured that she might do the same.

Taking in the scene around her, Jasper barely had time to see the blur in front of her before she was knocked to the ground.

Very aware that she was trapped between the cold snow and someone who had their face buried in her boobs. The collision had knocked her suitcases from her hands, leaving them free for her to swat at the person on top of her while she screamed obscenities.

”Get the hell off of me you lump of fuck. Ser --”

“Shit. You’re hot babe! Like the-floor-is-lava hot!”

Standing up and brushing the snow off of her jacket, Jasper glared at the young man standing in front of her.
”Are you insane,” she scoffed, looking at him in disgust as she picked up her luggage. ”What kind of jackass just runs around knocking people into the fucking snow?”




  • Portrayed By: Sabrina Carpenter
  • Color Code: C482D7
  • Font: Signature -> DXTA_TRIAL
  • She goes by Ria.
  • Was, indeed, named after the Fleetwood Mac song.
  • Is a fan of Fleetwood Mac.
  • Bi-curious, though she'll never admit it.
  • Supremely Spoiled Southern Belle from Georgia.
  • Her parents are gonna be famous. I'm thinking an actress and maybe a Senator.
  • Has a twin brother, who I have yet to name.
  • Is obsessed with butterflies and the color purple.
  • After spending her whole life being the good girl, Ria really wants to step out of her comfort zone and do the most wild and craziest shit she can while she's still young. She began embarking on her sinful journey during the summer.
  • While her brother has a blooming coke problem, Ria is quite interested in psychedelics herself.
  • A love of gossip and writing has cause Ria to think that perhaps she has a career in journalism. She does work for the school paper.



  • Portrayed By: Arielle Chartrand (IG: @miss.sugar.peach & @roses.and.daffodils)
  • Color Code: FFC6AA
  • Font: Cursive -> Jellyka Bees Antique Handwriting
  • Daughter of Tiberius Nero Delamar and Junie Baby Delamar (Formerly MacMillian).
  • Pansexual, though has a very strong preference for females and feminine qualities.
  • Is what some people might call psychotic and toxic when it comes to her romantic relationships. A very possessive person.
  • Like her father, Serena has a little bit of a drinking problem. Her drink of choice is vodka.
  • Being an artist runs in the family. Serena began painting with acrylics at the age of seven, and eventually ventured out into oil paintings. She can also be found sketching on just about any surface. (Her arms, legs, jeans, etc are often covered with doodles - as well as her notebooks, journals, and sketchbooks). Most of the time she does her drawings in pencil, but does enjoy doing charcoal pieces as well.
  • Serena also keeps a journal full of short stories, cringey fan fiction, her thoughts, and even her own spicy fantasies.
  • She plays the ukulele.
  • Likes to sing, but mostly in the shower, on car rides, or when playing her ukulele.
  • Loves to play around with hair colors and her appearance. Due to a major fear of screwing up her hair, Serena has spent a lot of money on expensive, different brightly colored wigs. Her natural hair color is black.




  • Portrayed By: Scarlett Leithold
  • Color Code: A0D574
  • Font: Handwriting -> Nella Sue Demo
  • Daughter of Nathaniel 'Nate' Blake and Jasper Vivionna Blake (Formerly Delamar).
  • Polygamous Bisexual.
  • Is the youngest of the triplets. She is also the youngest of the trio, as well as the only girl, currently standing at 5 feet and ten inches tall.
  • Much like her father, photography is her passion and she plans to persue a career in photography.
  • Erin has a very loveable, goofy personality. Most people tend to tell her that she behaves in a puppy like fashion - ready to be friends with anyone, loyal to a fault, and always spreading warmth wherever she goes. But don't be fooled by her soft exterior and friendly demeanor - the blonde has a very explosive temper.
  • She and her brother share an Instagram where they post their work. Neal is a food stylist, and Erin takes pictures of his work as a way to receive more practice. (More info on this to come). She also has two other Instagram accounts: A personal IG full of pictures of herself, friends, and family. The second account is for her photography work.


  • Original Character Sheet
  • Portrayed by: Camila Cabello
  • Color Code: #43DDBB
  • California native.
  • Of Mexican, Spanish, and Cuban decent.
  • Cousin of Tessa Mendoza-Rosales, an esteemed Neurosurgeon. Reyna spent most of her summers with her cousin.
  • Loves to cook/bake, hiking and swimming, playing her guitar, collecting records, dancing.
  • Youngest of three kids.
  • Reyna is a simple girl, looking to live her life to the fullest. Her dreams are to see the world and to have a pure, healthy, loving family.
  • Reyna loves to dance and is a pro at doing the salsa.
  • Has worked in her father's restaurant since she was sixteen. She worked her way up from being a cashier, to a hostess, and finally a waitress.
  • Reyna is multilingual, and tends to slip in and out of speaking Spanish when her emotions get the best of her.
  • Has a casual style. Sometimes she can have a more grunge like outfit, other times she can be more feminine. 1, 2, 3.
  • Reyna is very flirty and has earned herself a bit of a reputation for it.


Featuring:Ruby MacMillian @LovelyComplex


Callie had disappeared, Nick wasn’t listening to her anymore, and to top it all off - Rosefell looked worse in person than it did online. The last two weeks had simply been way too much for Billie to process.

Sitting on top of her brothers car, Billie waited patiently for Rue to answer. Before the other girl even had a chance to speak, Billie had already began ranting the second she answered the phone.

”Tell me why out of all the schools they could have chosen, they merged us with… with… this.” Billie practically shrieked the last word as she turned the camera so that Rue could see the building.

Ruby Macmillan was sitting on the edge of the fountain that was topped with a statue of Marianne, at Place de la République. She was eating a churro with one hand, holding her phone with her free hand, and moving her skateboard with her feet from side to side. It was almost 2 PM where she was. Her mother was giving an interview with some top notch fashion designer, and as per usual, dad was there with her for moral support.

The Macmillans have done this tango for as long as she could remember, so it got boring. At least for her. Her sisters enjoyed fashion, so they could put up with attending mom’s events, but to her it was ‘eh’. If it makes you look good, wear it. If not? Wear it too. Fuck what people thought. With her way with words, her dad gave her a nice sum of cash and she left them to do what she liked best: skate. They’ll call her when they need her. For now she would chill in the sun and harass a kid or two.

Nibbling on her churro, she listened to her best friend’s rage. Looks like Billie was having a day. Wow, how did that feel? To get upset because of a change in school? Rue wouldn’t know. Her dad was her teacher. “That’s rough, Bee.” Dully gazing at the screen, not because she was disinterested, but because she couldn’t relate, Rue shrugged, “Sounds like a bunch of minor inconveniences to me and you’re not a settler so I’m sure you’ll figure shit out, whatever shit is. I doubt it’s just the merge.”

Billie could tell from the way Rue talked that she wasn’t particularly interested in the subject. That was fine. Billie just needed to vent, and rather Rue wanted to admit it or not, she dealt out pretty decent advice. Turning the screen back on herself, Billie placed her chin on her left hand, resting her elbow on her leg as she leaned forward.

”MMmmmm…. Yeah. I’ll figure it out sooner or later. But that’s not the point. It’s driving me insane. Like right now.” Pouting, Billie sighed. ”It just feels like there’s nothing I can fucking do. And now I have to go find some fucktard named Melissa because they’re supposed to give me a tour of Shitville.”

As an announcement came over the speakers, Billie glared at the building. ”This place gives me very chaotic, trashy vibes.”

Rue’s expression contrasted her friend’s because as she listened to Billie rant and rage she couldn’t help but feel excited. This school was making other students give out tours, a kid just used the intercom, and it was chaotic. Where could she sign up?! Ugh, she was so jealous.

After taking another chomp out of her delicious delight, Rue playfully rolled her eyes, “Don’t be so melodramatic, that’s your dad’s job!” She knew her friend was gloomy so she went straight to the point, “You can either be a little bitch, or make this school your bitch, okay? So what if people probably have sex under the bleachers!” She paused, wow, that was an intriguing thought, wasn’t it? “Please confirm if that’s true or not in the future, please, but yeah. So what! So what if it seems like shit doesn’t seem to be going right. I can promise you something will happen to bring you right up. And lover, my love, my Babycakes, if you don’t like that Melissa-whore, why don’t you just tag the back of the building or something? In big letters LIBERTY HIGH MOTHERFUCKERS. That’ll get a message across, don’t you think?” Munch.

Still glaring at the brick building, Billie’s expression some-what softened at the mention of her father. It was true that Kavi Salvador had a flair for the dramatic. Hell, come to think of it, their whole family was dramatic - even Fiona.

As she listened to Rue, Billie's mood went from absolutely irate to simply being sour. Rue was right. Billie was that bitch.

"Fine. I'll stop crying and go see what I can do. But first I have to hop off of here and google this Melissa chick. Thanks Rue," she said, managing a small smile.

“Anytime. I should call dad anyways and be like ‘are you guys done yet?’” Rue finished off the last of her churro, before clearing her throat, “Better call me in the morning. Tell me all things: interesting. I’m bored and need the tea. Well, anywho! Miss ya, girly. Give Richie some kisses for me, h’okay?”

"Of course, of course! You know I will. G'bye munchkin."

Closing out the app, Billie pulled up google and typed in the name of her assigned tour guide: Melissa Elliot.

One of the first things to pop up was an instagram profile. The handle read @queenofthorns - something that Billie couldn't decide if she found creative or cringy. The pictures posted painted the life of a popular blonde. The perfect cheerleader, friend, daughter… but did she really have it as all together as she wanted people to think?

Only one way to find out.

Upon further examination, Billie realized that her tour guide was the blonde woman that was screaming at that punk kid a few minutes ago. The crowd that they had been apart of had since dispersed, and Melissa had headed in the direction of the school entrance. Figuring she should follow the other girls trail, Billie hopped down off of Nicholas's car and headed inside the building.

I've been bored, so naturally I'm going through and cleaning up my DM's on discord and shit.

Anyway, I've been reading some of my old messages with friends. Super nostalgic.

Sometimes I wish I could just take a moment and freeze it.
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