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atlas sinclair

tagged: almost everyone.
location: his house
mood: "where the hell is
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Harry's declaration that their hug was great caused Atlas to chuckle as well. He glanced down at his phone after scolding the two of them, seeing Shea's text. He smirked and ran a hand through his hair. Although a bit twitchy and pushy, it was--contrary to popular belief--for him to have a crush and he had a major one on his blonde best friend. Honestly, he couldn't wait for her to arrive. Naturally, right at that moment he managed to glance up and catch Carrie's rude, eyebrow-lifted gaze. "Thanks for the daggers," he sneered in his mind, his smile dropping from his face. "I don't know Atlas. But then again, I don't really care do I?" she replied to his question and it took every bit of his will not to drop his jaw.

Alas, he clenched it and did not allow himself to answer. He physically felt pain from sustaining, but knew that his weekend would just be awful if he wasn't nice to her... even if she deserved his sass. Lucky for her, he heard the familiar purr of Shea's car's engine and his head turned to the side fast enough to move his hair. His friend stepped out of her car from where she parked it on the curb and strolled up to them. His rare smile returned as she turned to him and he hugged her tightly, murmuring "Thank you my sweet angel for saving me from Carrie," in her ear. He chuckled as he let her go and listened as she asked them where Adrian and Wren were. As she asked if they were seriously not there yet he rolled his eyes as if agreeing with her and declared "Ugh, I know. They're taking forever. Harry's voice surprised him and he jumped, looking over to him to hear the boy compliment Shea. Immediately he tensed and felt incredibly uncomfortable, hoping with all of his heart that Harry was just being Harry and wasn't being Harry-that-wanted-Shea. He relaxed a little when Harry also passed the compliment over to Carrie, even though he didn't particularly agree. After all, what was so impressive about her relaxed, boring outfit? He snorted silently, able to disguise it as a laugh when Harry turned to him and told him he didn't look beautiful. "Thanks, hun," he muttered with a small smile. His mood had improved greatly since Shea's arrival.

He took that moment to glance down at his phone. A rather flirtatious text from Wren popped up on his phone screen and he genuinely laughed, holding it out for the others to see. Wren should be here soon," he murmured, replying with "great, bae, can't wait to see you <3" and sliding his phone into his pocket. Then, of course, was the exact moment that he heard Wren's truck door slam. He perked up, peering around the SUV to see his friend.

"Hey, babe, I'm right here. Just decided to, you know, arrive in style," Wren said while he walked up and Atlas grinned goofily back at him.

"Hey," Atlas replied simply, smirking heavily the moment Wren wrapped Atlas in a hug. Wren's declaration of love caused Atlas's eyes to widen in surprise. He totally wasn't expected that at all. Wren was constantly shocking Atlas with his random quips and it was a huge part of the reason they were friends;;Wren wasn't predictable unlike most people. Wren pulled back and winked at Atlas, who pretended to shiver and swoon. "Oh, Wren," he muttered back and returned the wink with his mouth opened in a very sassy fashion.

They all took their spots around the circle, then, and Atlas cracked his knuckles nervously. "Well, congrats guys. You were all on time... I guess I only get to kill Adrian." He sighed dramatically as if it was a huge shame and then smirked over at Wren and Shea. He twisted the keys in his pockets and bit his lip, hoping she'd arrive very soon.

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ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ → skittish, apprehensive.
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ｆａｍｉｌｙ → strict mother && father.
ｃｒｕｓｈ → atlas, a.k.a, "the driver".
ｔａｇｇｅｄ → harry, atlas, carrie, wren.

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indentif you asked adrian, "are you ever on time?" you'd be answered with a delicate shake of the head. "why are you always late, though?" you would ask. she would ponder the question for a minute, and then she'd reply with one word, one syllable, one painstakingly obvious answer: "sleep." and guess what? when the girl's phone buzzed on her bedside table with the warning of a new text, she was asleep, cuddled in her blankets like a small burrito. soft snores gingerly escaped her parted mouth, continuing to echo around the blue-walled room-- up until her father slammed his fist against the outside of her door and yelled, "adrian, would you turn your phone off? it's been buzzing for the past hour."
indentas her mind escaped from it's fantasy land of dreams, she groaned in response to his words. couldn't she just sleep for the rest of her life? yeah, that sounded like a pretty fantastic option just then... but then she remembered. oh, crap. her eyelids moved to reveal panicked eyes, one blue and the other green. forcefully throwing the covers off of herself, she scrambled out of bed as quickly as humanly possible, hastily blinking away the fuzziness from her eyes before she practically dove for the nearby dresser. she threw on the first shirt she saw, which just so happened to be a long-sleeved white shirt with a cat face on it, and some black leggings to put on underneath her jean shorts. slipping on her white vans, she snatched her backpack off of the floor where she'd left it and darted out of her room, stampeding down the hallway and down the stairs while running her brush through her hair. oh gosh, I'm going to be so late. atlas is going to kill me. she thought to herself in horror as she called for her father. what will he kill me with? a baseball bat? or maybe he'll go cliche with a knife. oh gosh, what if he runs me over? her eyes widened at the thought, and her pace quickened. clutching to her father's hand and practically dragging him to the car, she jumped into the passenger seat, repetitively chanting, "go, go, go, go, go!"
indentwhen they got to atlas's house and she saw the others standing nearby, she threw her backpack over one shoulder and quickly kissed her dad on the cheek before scrambling to get out of the car. not even casting a glance backwards, she ran over to the others, almost tripping over her own feet about, oh, a thirty times. "jesus christ," she exclaimed, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm really sorry, I woke up like five minutes ago! I'm pretty sure I dislocated my dad's arm pulling him to the car!" extending her bottom lip in a childish pout, she shyly ducked her head. ah, she felt really uncomfortable being the last one to arrive.

[ sorry for taking so long, I've been sick and this is typed on a blackberry; I'm ashamed e-e ]

[gizmo,]

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tagged; everyone

shea michaels wasn't one for violence, but at that moment she felt like hitting carrie. the girl was usually sassy and rude but this was taking it to a whole new level. biting back her frustration, she turned her attention to her phone, reading the messages that her friends had sent her that hadn't seen until now. atlas helped with the distraction as well, by trying to make her laugh with his comment about carrie. it was only a few minutes later when harry commented that she looked beautiful. a blush creeped up her neck, displaying itself across her tan cheeks. biting her lip, she mumbled a "thanks," before turning her attention to back to the group.

it wasn't long after she arrived that wren showed up and she couldn't help but laugh at how atlas and wren acted around each other. if one didn't know them they would think they were gay. giving wren a hug, she rolled her eyes playfully as wren proceeded to mess with carrie. she had a feeling the girl had a crush on wren, though she wasn't sure how her best friend felt about her. they mingled for a bit, waiting on their last but not least friend adrian. the girl was always late, so it was nothing new but ti was still funny seeing how worked up atlas got. when the brunette finally arrived, she couldn't look more frazzled. biting her lip to keep her giggles in, shea shook her head at the girl. "it's alright adrian. atlas here will get over it," she said, smirking over at atlas as she did so. shaking her head, attempting to hide her smirk, she proceeded to pick up her bag and set it in the trunk of the suv. as she did so, she passed carrie and she gave the girl a small smile. she figured she would be nice since they were going to be in the same car for six hours.

stepping away from the car, she clapped her hands once, getting everyone's attention. "we ready to go or do you guys want to keep standing here making us late?" before anyone could answer, she grabbed the closest bag, which happened to be harry's; she lifted it, grunting slightly and slid it into the trunk. she wiped off her hands and sighed, placing them on her hips. "okay, that's the only bag i'm doing. be glad i got yours for you harry, 'cuz it ain't happening again," she told him with a mock glare.

(( kinda short, sorry. didn't know what else to have her do cx ))

[coriander.]

[[ i'd prefer to have someone else post, seeing as i don't really want to
have to be posting every two posts to keep things moving. i'll wait until
tomorrow, at which point i guess i'll cave and do it myself haha. ]]

[shay ;]

[ i'll try to get a post up by tonight. c:

[wallflower.]

i'll edit this into a post the first chance i get.
i'll be doing shows all this weekend, and dress rehearsals from
tomorrow, so i may not be able to do it for a little while. i'm sure i'll
find a little bit of time somewhere though c:

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his soft brown eyes caught the look of harry's. wren was chill with him, largely due to harrison being chill. he joked around a bit but didn't try to be the center of attention. there was no reason to dislike him and not a solid one to fall head over heels for the fellow either. no, it was a simple "you're pretty cool" code. let's put it this way: if wren ever threw a party, harry was definitely invited.

and then his eyes settled on carrie - a girl he enjoyed to flirt with. it was playful flirting, nothing serious. she wasn't the affection of his heart but he wouldn't mind making out with her. there was no way he'd kiss shea, simply because she was too close of a friend. but carrie? their friendship, what felt like it, was based on playful tactics and controversial words. so when she sent a kiss his way, wren did the apparent thing. he "caught" the kiss and set it in his pocket. he gave one of his charming smiles, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl.

"you're the captain of my heart," he replied to atlas, swooning just a bit as he stood by shea...until she moved. aw, did she put harry's belongings in the car? this was a ship he was willing to board.

earlier he had felt tired, exhausted, and not up for the road trip. being with his friends caused his senses to become alert. from what he could tell they were waiting on one person. and since everyone begun to talk about the missing person; it had taken awhile for wren to realize who was absent. the love of his life. or, how regular people put it, his crush. if you had asked wren "what makes you attracted to her?" the brunet couldn't reply. his tongue would twist in knots, frustration would build up, and he might as well turn into the hulk. he was just attracted to the girl - adrian. he had expected this of her (to be late) but certainly not the last. that was normally wren's duty to fill. this time he didn't want to let atlas down, or be surrounded by awkward people. however, wren hadn't thought he'd beat adrian here.

those thoughts came to a hault once she appeared. wren had been in his own land, discovering new territory when her familiar voice rang in his ears. he turned to look at her, nodding as adrian spoke. seemed like a legit reason to be late. after all, if she had woken up five minutes ago it would line up with her timing now. he shrugged his shoulders, not minding the time she arrived. he wasn't like atlas, a guy with a set schedule. he probably even set bathroom breaks. oh, atlas, what a funny guy to have driving. pulling his thoughts away from his best friend, his attention was set back on adrian. "no worries, sugar. you're here now and atlas can't complain about that. after all, it's better than never arriving." the guy pointed out, his voice a bit sing-songy near the end as he motioned with his head in atlas's direction.

he followed shea's earlier move, putting his bag inside the trunk to get things to speed up. if he knew atlas, side conversations would not be tolerated until all belongings were in the automobile. wren stepped aside, allowing full access to anyone who wanted to go next. him picking up other luggage? that was a laugh.


this is really crappy because i need to work on a pre-test and a final for my second hour.

[coriander.]

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atlas sinclair

tagged: the gang
location: his house
mood: "leggo, errbody
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As Atlas started planning exactly how he was going to kill Adrian she jogged up, stumbling several times and proclaiming that she'd just woken up five minutes before... and claiming she was pretty sure she dislocated her dad's arm. He rolled his eyes when she pouted, about to scold her when Shea declared "It's alright Adrian, Atlas here will get over it." Atlas perked up, catching her smirk and looking a little puzzled. "I will?" he thought to himself, blinking a few times. "Does Shea even know me?" Atlas turned back to Adrian, setting a stern look onto his face.

"Well, Adrian, I--"

"No worries, sugar." Wren started, cutting Atlas off before he could really start bagging on the girl and her irresponsibility. Atlas's eyes nearly bugged out of his head he was so confused by the fact his two best friends were telling this girl that being late was okay. It was suddenly like he didn't even know who they were anymore, it was just... awful. He clamped his mouth shut, unsure what to say while Wren continued his sentence. "You're here now and Atlas can't complain about that." Oh yes he definitely could, he could complain all day for all they knew. "After all, it's better than never arriving." Atlas tensed his jaw, at least agreeing with that much. Adrian was only a few minutes late... if his friends really didn't think it was a bad thing, he guessed he could put it aside... for now. But, oh, the moment someone messed up his plans for getting there on time again, they were going to get an earful. He smiled weakly, trying to hide his irritation, amused by the way Wren's voice changed into a sing-songy tone at the end of his little speech. At least that much could calm him down.

While he was mentally declawing his angry kitten claws, Shea moved over and set it in the trunk of the suv, clapping her hands afterwards and saying "We ready to go or do you guys want to keep standing here making us late?" Atlas bit his lip to hide a growing smirk, personally finding it amusing that she was practically channeling Spirit of Atlas with that sentence. He loved the way she just decided to take charge and get them moving. Before they could answer she grabbed another bag, placing it in the trunk and sassily placing her hands on her hips while declaring that that was the only bag she was doing other than her own. The remark she made to Harry afterwards made him smile so hard that he honestly could have just kissed her in that moment... but that would have made things so awkward and for all he knew she didn't feel that way about him. Who would have a crush on a pushover with OCD and a bit of an attitude?

Wren pulled him from his reverie, moving forward and putting his own bag in the car. A smile spread on Atlas's face, his earlier irritation forgotten now that things were moving. He pulled the keys to the suv from his pocket and made his way over to the driver's door, clapping a hand on Wren's back and murmuring "Proud of you, bae," while he passed. It was actually impressive that Wren had even put his own luggage in the car--Atlas had expected to have to do it himself. He left the others to put the rest of the luggage in, settling into the driver's seat and turning the key in the ignition.

Only a few minutes and they'd be on the road.

[shay ;]

guys, maybe we should time skip to the crash? so we can really get this going.

[coriander.]

[[ I was going to do that after someone else posted. ]]