quite high

[.Live.Love.Laugh.]

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ｖａｎｅｓｓａ

nickname ↪ vegas
age ↪ seventeen
gender ↪ female
boyfriend ↪ none
tagged ↪ robert
wearing ↪ vans,miss me shorts,& lace tank

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Vegas looked at him, and studied the way he went about himself around her, arrogant, but not egotistical. Timidly, but not scared. This intrusive little game he was playing seemed to be one she hadn't see yet. American boys, such sly dogs. Watching that cigarette zmoke waft into the air, the smell stung her nostrils reminding her of why she didn't hang out with his kind. Just as she was about to walk away, he ssid something thst hit home to her. I like your name and your accent She heaved herself up on the granite counter top while saying "Vanessa, my real name. Thank you." She almost wanted to retract those words instantaneous, but she smiled a bit of fear in those hazel eyes.

[Monster.]

[ Quinn ]

Tagged; Open
Location; out side the house
Crush; jacob
Outfit; xXxX

looking around Quinn saw a hole lot of people doing stuff she couldn't, and probably never would do. No she wasn't a prep more of a loner. She saw Roger, no that's not his name. She thought to her self. Rob? Bob? Bobby? Hobert? Robert! That was it, Robert. Back to the point. Robert, he was smoking underage. Something that made her scoff. She felt really childish compared to most of these teens. She wore teen looking clothing but she would rather be in bed or something. Well Robert was smoking and the girl over there was smoking and that girl was drinking some smelly liquid. Wow this was getting out of hand. I knew Vegas, she was actually pretty nice. She held the party and her and chase were flirting on the sofa, but they moved and she sat sat any from me on the counter to. Actually looking around more people were talking then she had really expected. And some of the jokes, jerks, jokes what ever, they were even drunk enough to flirt with un popular girls. Hmmm any one who was willing to. Not surprising. The music was super loud and her ears felt like they were bleeding but choosing to ignore it she hoped up on the counter leaning against the cabinet.

[akiyama]

ＲＯＢＥＲＴ. }}

the world and the way it makes you feel afraid.

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doing ;; being a flirt rob u butt
tagged ;; vegas
relationships ;; friends with lyra,
crush on vegas
wearing ;; ripped jeans and
a band t shirt of a band he doesn't
listen to.

"Yeah, I know. Vanessa. I like it more
than Vegas. Vegas is cool, too, but Vanessa's
pretty. Suits you," He took one last drag of the cigarette,
before adding a third tiny ash stain to his jeans,
and tucking the stub into his pocket rather than
littering her floor,"Littering's for donkeys, if you
catch my drift," he'd never liked cursing all that
much. Robert figured that people who cursed just weren't smart enough to
find a substitute word, not that he was. He'd never considered himself school
smart at all, but he liked to think of himself as philosophical and deep and
interesting, which was conceited and he knew it. But a guy had to have a little confidence
in himself, and why not have confidence in his smarts? At least he didn't rely on looks.
Most of the time. He didn't pull out another cigarette this time; if he kept on chain
smoking, he'd be done with the pack in an hour, and he had not one dollar on his person.
"So," he began again, sighing and leaning back against the counter,"You're going with
Chase now? Didn't see that coming," Not that he kept up with any of it.

[Brittle]

❝ ｓｃｏｕｔ ｋｙｌｅｒｓ ❞
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ＣＵＣＫＯＯ, ＣＵＣＫＯＯ, ＣＵＣＫＯＯ, ＣＵＣＫＯＯ!
currently: at the party |☁| tagged: mysaren, lucas
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ＴＨＥＲＥ'Ｓ Ａ ＦＯＲＫ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＲＯＡＤ,
enemies: yvonne |☁| friends: zach, alaine, lucas, and ethel
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Ｉ'ＬＬ ＤＯ ＡＳ Ｉ ＡＭ ＴＯＬＤ;
r. status: single |☁| crush: she has conflicted feelings
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xx☼xx☼xx☼xx☼xx☼xx☼xx☼xx

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indentthe smell of cigarette smoke wafted over scout. scanning the area, her seashell gray eyes landed on rob. he was a fellow skater in her group. even if they were in the same clique the young teenager hardly knew anything about him. but it wasn't new that he smoked illegally. you could tell by his breath most days that he was a smoker. scout soon realized that by now she must have been gazing at him (and his fresh cigarette) for too long. a pink glaze rested on her cheeks, as scout looked away flustered. she didn't like the boy... but scout hadn't had a smoke in forever. trying to quit was hard but worth it. returning to reality, scout noticed that the pink haired girl was speaking again.
indent"hospital? please! i'll be fine, i promise." she spoke firmly, trying to convince the girl that she didn't need the help of a doctor or nurse. scout glanced towards lucas for support. and that's just what he gave her.
indenthe playfully jived about her thinking he was a 'deceiving' friend. then promptly tapped her nose. scout laughed looking at her good friend intently. a smile played on her lips until he brought up the fight once again. "yeah i didn't think that blonde could throw a punch," she said, speaking of thalia. "but marcus was definitely stronger..." and probably smuggling steroids, she thought with a soft laugh. she looked back too lucas and found him already staring back at her.
indentthe boy was handsome, scout would give him that. and he was playful in a boyish way. he had dated yvonne last year. scout's one and only enemy. he'd dumped her after an unfortunate misunderstanding with jacob and yvonne. scout had tried to comfort him after the breakup, but she had no empathy. only sympathy. many boys would beg on their knees for scout. she didn't like it, and that was the truth. her lifestyle was too rocky and only few people really really knew scout for who she was. simply too complicated for dating. she's terrible with commitment, and simply hates being tied down. in the past she'd cheated on plenty of other boys, she wasn't proud of it, but it was the truth. they were simply drawn to her rebellious nature. scout was jealous of yvonne and lucas' relationship. not that she liked lucas, but that they had had a stable relationship for at least a year. tuning back into the conversation, scout noticed jacob walk by, smirk on face as he whispered something to lucas.
indentscout turned to him, eyebrows raised, a knowing smirk placed firmly upon her jawline. her expression simply stated, 'what was that about?'

[avaloafe]

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Ｊ ａ ｃ ｏ ｂ Ｔ ｈ ｏ ｍ ａ ｓ
Flirting is my way.
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age ;; eightteen
tagged ;; none
location ;; the party
type ;; jock
enemies ;; nobody
crush ;; none
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He laughed and punched his brothers side, while holding his. "Well, don't leave your phone out then! Keep a password on it." Jacob ruffled his brothers hair and walked about the house, drinking his root-beer. The young boy looked around and sighed, smelling other people and all of the fancy stuff they are wearing. He only had a spritz of colon on him. Not too much that he could make a person cough and wheeze all the time.

ooc. writers block. he is open for interaction.

[Monster.]

@merk, I have Quinn open if you want, I mean she probably not your first choose to talk to but she's open.;

[maroon']

ｅｔｈｅｌ ｇｒａｙｓｏｎ ☁ ☁
☁ "ＪＵＳＴ Ａ ＨＯＴ ＭＥＳＳ．" ☁

wearing;; tight, burgundy crop top, black skirt, combat boots. tagged;; Merk - Jacob

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My nimble fingers strategically tugged apart the fishtail braid that hung over my right shoulder. Blond, thick but scratchy hair knotted in a braid with bangs pinned loosely back, just the way I like it. My eyeliner was heavily smudged and my lips ad a slight red tint tat can only be seen from a few steps away. A burgundy crop top that hugged my torso and exposed two fingers width of skin between my black skater skirt perfectly accentuated my assets. I twirled around my room to the beat of some Taylor Swift song that burst through my old speakers that produced heaps of static. Reluctantly, I switched off the speaker before retrieving my phone and pulling on my black bomber jacket with grey sweater sleeves and a hood. My feet stomped down the stairs and a smile lit my tired face as I stuffed my feet into dark grey combat boots, heisting up my burgundy wool socks to peek over the top. Calling my goodbyes to my cat, who replied by curling up into a ball on the windowsill, I shut off the lights and tore my way out of the empty house. A minuscule shiver raced down my spine and I shook my body to exaherate it, my lips thinned as my smile widened, exposing my teeth which had a small gap in the front. The back of my brain consistently buzzed as if I had just chugged a bottle of vodka. Could only be from pure excitement. My steps got lighter until I was bouncing my toes, which were snuggled tight in my wool socks and boots. A channel of music drifted around the corner and swirled around my head, making me pick up the pace until I round the corner and see a house with cars lining the street in front of it and people lounged around the lawn.
Glancing at my phone, a swear trickles through my color-tainted lips as I realize quite how late I am. I passed fashionably late years ago. Doing the extremely awakward, half skip, half shuffle to the house. I puase to flatten my hair before continuing through the house. My nostrils flared as a strong mixture of smoke, sweat and perfumes hit me. My head involuntarily thumped to the beat of the song that was playing. My hands found the end of my crop top and I tugged it down, only to have it shuffle back up my belly.
My gaze drifted to the ceiling, studying it becuase of lack of anything better to do. At a moments notice, I was sprung forward as I stumbled to regain my ground.
Peering back at the suspect, I saw it was a boy, roughly my age, whose foot had been the cause of my fall. A smile creased my lips as something to fill my time popped up. Spinning on my heels, I faced the boy {jacob}, our eyes no more then seven inches apart.
"Don't you know to keep your feet to yourself?" My voice ran out my mouth confidently, which was a first, and a hint of a smirk tugged at my lips.

[avaloafe]

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Ｊ ａ ｃ ｏ ｂ Ｔ ｈ ｏ ｍ ａ ｓ
Flirting is my way.
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age ;; eightteen
tagged ;; ethel grayson - maroon;
location ;; the party
type ;; jock
enemies ;; nobody
crush ;; none
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Jacob was walking towards the backyard when a girl, around his age, almost fell. Good thing his root-beer bottle was empty because he dropped it only to find himself looking into the girls' eyes, his arms around her back to make sure that she didn't fall and hurt herself. A slight chuckle escaped his mouth. "Nah, I only trip up the girls so I can get a better look at them. he said as he raised her up, their noses almost touching.

His blue eyes stared into hers and he backed away, scratching the back of his head, a smug grin on his face. Jacob's eyes scanned over her body and then back up to her face. "Very pretty, I might add." The jock smiled and fixed his hat and collar on his shirt. Being a flirt was all up in his reputation. Well, what would you expect from a jock anyway? Handsome, athletic, muscular, handsome.

[xuee]

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ＬＹＲＡ
the band geek
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♣ lyra deutsch
♣ gender: female
♣ age: seventeen
♣ location: walkin
♣ feeling: flustered
♣ crush: nobody
♣ friends: robert, finn, lucas
♣ tagged: rob, lucas, etc.

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once lyra had gotten robert to talk to vegas, she stepped back a bit, and let the two interact. she knew that even though vegas was a little different from her friend, rob had a better chance than he thought. she felt a little bit like a third wheel, and she fumbled with the clasp of her small change purse, which had her phone inside. she scrolled through the number of texts and twitter notifications, and one name in particular caught her eye: lucas. oh yea... they had been texting earlier that day, and lyra was reminded that her friend was probably somewhere at the party. she felt like rob and vegas didn't really need her around for the moment. she would grill him for the details later. even though his 'pickup lines' were corny, vegas didn't seem to be completely disgruntled. "hey, robert, i'll catch ya later?" she said, and gave him a small salute, grinning.
she decided to walk around and see what the house was like, and maybe she'd run into lucas or finn, two of her other pretty good friends. there were people everywhere- she practically had to squeeze through the crowd in the living room, where the music was blaring from three huge speakers. this was one time lyra was glad she was short- at only five foot two, lyra was able to uncomfortably maneuver her way around the dancing teenagers. although she was elbowed twice in the face, and kicked in the shin a few times, she made it to the front door without much injury. her short hair was now sticking up around her face, and she quickly tried to flatten it out as she headed outside, hoping to catch her breath and cool down.
outdoors, a rather large group was talking. lyra saw scout, lucas, mysaren, and a few others. she didn't want to intrude on their conversations, so instead, hopped up on the railing of the front porch, sitting on it and dangling her feet off the banister. she was pretty satisfied with her night, even though passing through the crowd messed up her hair and wrinkled her favourite skirt. lyra smiled to herself as she took an unladylike sip of sparkling grape juice, feeling like the matchmaker from mulan, except not with such a bad temper.

[Monster.]

[ Quinn ]

Tagged; Open
Location; out side the house
Crush; jacob
Outfit; xXxX

hoping from the counter top she made her way out the door and towards Jacob. Her hand went up to wave a little but stopped mid air as her chances were flipped by Ethel. It didn't really surprise her. For what she heard and what Ethel wore it wasn't something new. Pouting she pushed her Back against the railing stumbling a bit but catching herself. Ethel gave boys what they wanted, and most girls hated her. She stole boyfriends also something she had heard not from experience. Heck Quinn hadn't even had her first kiss and she was somehow really jealous of this girl. Again not surprising like men girls got jealous really sorta like female testosterone. It rose but she pushed it away and pulled her phone out checking the time she would walk home soon. Only a mile walk in the dark. Dang it. She said really wished she had passed her drivers test at the moment. She'd be going home now. Thinking, girls only went for guys who were jerks. He wanted a nerd, ha no she wanted the jerk like every they girl wanted a jerk as much as every guy wanted the 'exotic danseur' of a girlfriend.