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тαтυм αcє ριєяcє - the photographer
age;; nineteen ❅ tags;; open ❅ crush;; open

00000breathe. breathe. breath. Tatum arrives home, sweaty and utterly out of breath an hour later, throat parched for water since she was not smart enough to take one. Sitting on the counter, the water taunts her dry tongue. Mr. Simple slides past her legs, only adding to her heat and the cuddly cat is at the time not welcomed wholeheartedly. I beg you, just no. Not right now, Mr., not right now... Her eyes travel to the liquid container and she grabs it, downing half the bottle in one shot. However, as she slams the plastic against the counter and shuts the top, the oceany wavey feeling begins to stir in her stomach. Ugh.. Now why would I do that..? She frowns, then plays around with her stomach as she hears the slush of water against her stomach walls. Kinda fun to play with that, but she doesn't have time to continue playing around. Looking at the time, the neon green digital clock on her microwave shines with a bright 6:34. almost three to four hours to take a shower, wash my hair, blow dry my hair, flat iron it, double check my packing, and take a few pics of home to keep on my camera roll, just in case I feel a little homesick. Which of course, the first shot she takes is of her cat, most likely the only living, breathing creature in this home that she'll really miss. I can't believe my friends didn't let me take you. you're gonna be so lonely, my poor baby... Tatum kneels down onto the carpeted living room floor, her skin feeling a little ticklish from the plushness of it. Mr. Simple looks up, doesn't make a sound, but just stares at her meaningfully. In return, Tae scratches the tom's neck, feeling it immediately vibrate under her touch. So cute However, as much as she loves the cat, she knows she has much to do and must get to it as soon as possible.
00000With a heavy sigh, Tatum stands, stretches, then heads up the stairs taking two at a time to make up for lost time. Tae knows herself well enough to realize she takes long to get dressed when it counts. On a normal day, her showers are lightning fast, but today's the first day of the road trip, so she plans on taking the time to actually doll herself up-even if she doesn't really want to. Almost three hours later, Tatum sits on her bed staring at her wall, running through a list of possible outfits in her mind. Once chosen, she sticks to it and puts her clothes on. Her suitcase was already packed the night before, so all that's left is wait patiently for Will to arrive. For now, she scrolls through her music playlist and picks a song that hypes up her already hyper mood.

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location: van
tags: will

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Tristan sat crossed legged at the end of his drive, case and backpack to the right and phone in hand. It had just gone nine and Will was yet to appear. Every time a car rolled past he looked up expectantly, hoping for it to be his ride. Whilst shooting pixel fiends in his favourite mobile game, Tristan was finally serenaded by two short beeps from an audibly-aged horn. A grin spread across his cheeks, little dimples forming in sheer delight. Leaping to his feet, the exuberant eighteen year old picked up his bags and hurried towards the pastel blue VW - his new home for the next two months. Beaming with excitement, Tristan threw open the passenger door, throwing his bags in indiscriminately. "I got up late so I didn't shower," he announced, pressing his armpit into Will's face. "I remembered the medical kit like you said - well, my mum did - so call me Doctor Harris," he quipped, his voice taking on a mock seductive tone. He swung into the spot behind the brown haired boy, and leant forward into the gap between the premier seats. "So, I kind of forgot half of the plans for this thing, where are we actually spending these two months? Ooo! Can we go to Vegas? C'mon mate, there's hot chicks for us guys, shopping for the ladies, and enough beer for all!" He whooped, brown eyes animated by zeal. "But first things first I guess, who we picking up next?"

[Shadō]

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It took maybe 10 minutes to get from his house to Tristan's, the two of them not living too far from each other. When Will pulled up in the van, he gave two short beeps, the signal he told his friends he'd give when he arrived at their house. Looking up, he saw Tristan already standing at the end of his drive way with his bags, which looked stuffed as if everything had just been shoved in at last minute. Somehow, Will wasn't too surprised by that. He unlocked the door just in time for Tristan to throw open the door. "Careful, man! This is my dad's old van and my mum will kill me if something happens, like losing a door. Let's at least wait until maybe a week in before we have some major car issue." He leaned back as Tristan threw his bags in, trying to avoid getting hit in the face with them. As one came in, Will grabbed it and tossed it toward the back. Then he turned just in time to get a smelly armpit shoved in his face. "Ugh! Gross!" Will tried not to gag and ducked around, pushing Tristan back toward the back of the van after his bags. "For a doctor, Doctor Harris, you sure have poor hygiene." He coughed and waved his hand in the air in front of him as if it would clear away the stink faster.
Once it seemed Tristan was all settled, Will turned and shifted into gear, looking both ways before pulling out and heading down the road again. He couldn't help but smile at his friend's enthusiasm for the trip and all the questions he was asking. "Slow down. We're headed to pick up Tatum next and I'm sure when we grab Charlotte after that, she'll be sitting up here rattling off stuff to do, so hold your pants on." He slowed at a stop sign and waited for a moment before taking a left. It wasn't far to the next house either. They all lived pretty close for the most part, maximum 30 minutes between two houses, depending on who's house you were starting at and who's house you were headed. This little drive took maybe 7 minutes, and then he pulled up in front of Tatum's house. Like he had done at Tristan's, he gave two short beeps and then waited for her to come out.

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тαтυм αcє ριєяcє - the photographer
age;; nineteen ❅ tags;; open ❅ crush;; open

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cause you're my destiny
Eyes closed, breathing slow, lips parted. Tatum knew the time was ticking, the seconds counting down on her phone until her alarm would buzz and signal it was time for her to go outside. With her ears blocked with the headset, it wouldn't be easy for her to pay close attention to any honking noise that would determine Will was waiting outside in the van he had promised. She was jealous of his parents. Tae knows quite well that her family would never allow for her to take any of their possessions with her on some random teenage/young adult journey, no matter how long she stayed on her knees and pleaded. It was out of their scope of leniency to ever let that kind of thing happen. Sure, they let her leave the house to be with friends, but the vehicle wasn't theirs, neither was the money they are using, so of course Tatum has free reigns with going on the road trip. With a sigh, she throws her legs over the bed, allowing them to dangle and set shadows onto her wooden flooring, the sun shimmering across the air passed her and around her, creating shadows behind the objects surrounding her room. It's about time for her to get going, for her to grab her luggage, find her way downstairs and out the door and into that van. But right now Tae is being quite lazy, and although her alarm is now buzzing and ringing outloud with another one of her favorite song, a Korean one this time, she still doesn't find it in her to go downstairs just to be greeted by more waiting. Sure, on any other normal day Tatum is a patient person. However, a moment after her quiet war of indecision, Tae hears the two beeps of the horn that has her up and running. Idiot! she says out loud, quickly throwing her black and white panda backpack onto her shoulders, grasping her luggage handle and dragging it behind her. Down the stairs, the luggage hit every step along the way, but that's why she bought the most durable luggage on the market. She was never one to take care of things well, although she tries her best at it. Bye, Mr. Simple! Bye everyone else!! From upstairs, a single groan could be heard, followed by a Shut up already! oh stupid brother of mine...
Out the door, keys in hand, she thrust the thing in the keyhole, turns and then sprints to the van. Sorry if I made you wait, sorry sorry! She apologizes fervently, but doesn't offer much of an explanation. Opening the backseat, she tosses her panda bag into the furthest seat in the back, making sure she claims the middle seat before anyone else. Seeing bags thrown in without any organization at all, her first is immediately Tristan. Of course. Why would he ever take a second to actually fix his things up for everyone else in the van. Without a word, she grabs his stuff too, throws what she can on top of her own stuff and drags it to the bag with her. There's enough room for everyone, which is the best thing about this old van. That, and it's free. Double the coolness. After going on a mini-organization spree, she throws herself into the van, offering greetings. Wassup, wassup Will. Uh, hi Tristan. A big grin spread across her face, the excitement of the trip coursing through her veins all over again. She grabs her panda bag and tugs on Will and Tristan's shirts, wanting their attention. Her camera magically appears into her hand, a second ago being inside that bag. 3, 2, 1 Say "Roadtrip!" or just smile Then she clicks the shutters close. A few pictures of her home for safe keeping and some other things in the neighborhood later, Tatum is buckled in and ready to go.

[Shadō]

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As Will waited, he tapped on the steering wheel, drumming out a quiet rhythm to himself. It was a habit he kind of had when he had nothing else to do. Whatever surface was available, whether it was a steering wheel, a table, a chair, or even just his lap, he'd kind of tap out a rhythm he tended to make up as he went along. However, here, he didn't have long to wait. He had gotten out maybe five taps before he saw Tatum come flying out the door, as if she was being chased by the devil or a monstrous beast of some sort. Wow. She's excited, Will thought as he unlocked the doors for her to get in. She had plenty of bags, though thankfully it was a large old van, so there was still plenty of room, with his one bag, Tristan's bags, and Tatum's bags. Now they just needed to fit in the luggage of three others. Hopefully there wasn't too much more. "Uh, don't worry. We weren't waiting long," he replied, only slightly confused. Why would she think they would be waiting long? He wasn't sure. Shaking his head slightly, he let her do her Tatum thing, organizing things in her neat little way just the way she wanted, before she got in. He turned around and was about to head out again, shifting the gears to go, when he felt a tug at his shirt. Turning around to face her again, he found himself facing not a smelly armpit this time, thank goodness, but rather, a camera. 3, 2, 1 Say "Roadtrip!" he heard her say. He barely had time to get out a sort of sloppy, maybe confused-looking smile. Well, that was definitely a keeper. "All right! You done? 'Cause if we don't get going soon, we'll be late for Charlotte, and I have a feeling she won't like that too much." Facing forward again, Will looked both ways once more and headed off.
A few right turns, one left, and two traffic lights later, probably about 15 minutes or so, the van pulled up at Charlotte's house. Once again, he gave two short, old-fashioned-sounding beeps to let her know they had arrived and then sat back after unlocking the door to wait for her to come out.