Out of Town
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Post by Ryland Fay on Apr 18, 2015 1:42:13 GMT
Ryland sure knew how to throw a party. It was probably the best thing about her. The house was full of laser light and disco balls.; Music so loud it vibrated throughout your body. Then, of course walking outside was like walking into an acholic and pill popping wonderland. In the corner there was two girls clearly on something. They were doing some weird thing and acting like stuff was there that really wasnt. Then, there was these boys trying to play with a garden snake. It was quite a sight to see idiotic teenagers. She loved fucking with people. That was a big problem of Ryland's. Back inside there were people discovering unlocked rooms. They were tearing their clothes off like animals and wiping neon makeup off with every kiss.
Ryland was pretending to be drunk. She was pretty good at it. She often played this game with people. She was on top of a table dancing. Her ideal motive was to find a werewolf and take it. Her dad heard about the werewolf activity in Beacon Hills so they were quick to move there. Ryland totally didn't mind because, that meant she was one step closer to being able to figure out werewolves on her own. She was becoming obsessed with the idea of figuring out werewolves. It was all she ever thought of and did. She nearly got caught in her last town so they decided to move. Not that Ryland or her dad actually minded.
Suddenly somebody caught Ryland's eye. She jumped down from the table. Woobling-of course she had to pretend like she was drunk. She made her way over to the person. "You don't look like you're having fun," Ryland slurred her words together. "There's so much booze and pills here. How could you not be having fun?" Ryland asked. She let a fake giggle escape out of her. Something about this person made her think werewolf. She wasnt sure what but maybe they knew about werewolves or, maybe they were one. It was all just too exciting for Ryland to handle. She just wanted to get this person up to her room full of wolfs bane and hope the person was a werewolf; that's all she ever wanted to do.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Apr 20, 2015 19:26:55 GMT
When the smell of alcohol was starting to make your stomach turn, that's when you knew you should stop going to parties... And yet for some reason, Blake still went. The issue wasn't him vomiting, as he never got drunk anymore - it was just everyone else. People had a horrible habit of throwing up in the strangest of places when they were pissed - from the cupboard next to the toilet to the parent's bedroom, and it didn't really matter when you went - if you're smell was good enough, you were going to smell vomit. The only vomit free places tended to be occupied by girls crying about their boyfriends or that one guy trying to fight the world because clearly someone finally told him that the way he did his hair made him look like an unfashionable paintbrush, and Blake didn't really fancy being stuck in either of those situations; he wasn't a fighter, and words of comfort managed to evade him even when he was trying to help someone he loved.
It was for this reason that he'd ended up finding himself stood by himself, wishing Braydon had agreed to come with him just this once, and looking around wearily. This wasn't his kind of scene anymore, even if he liked to pretend it was. Just as he was thinking of leaving, a girl stumbled over to him, bright grin just about managing string two coherent sentences together, words slurred together a little too forcefully.
"What can I say? Maybe's there's just so much booze and pills here," Blake replied with a shrug, offering the girl a cheeky smile before downing the drink in his hand. It was only diet coke, and definitely wasn't going to get him drunk any time soon, but he didn't care. After all, it's not like the bitter liquid got him anywhere near intoxicated anymore anyway, so he may as well at least look responsible. "Ever think that not everyone enjoys getting ratarsed?" he asked after an afterthought, raising one eyebrow at her lazily. God, he sounded so much like Braydon right now, it was almost unreal. Since when had he become the one to spoil other people's fun?
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Out of Town
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Post by Ryland Fay on Apr 20, 2015 20:23:11 GMT
Ryland stuck her tongue out at the kid. "You are new fun. You're a part pooper, " He words slurred together as she glanced at him. "You just ruin parties. Why do you even come? You just run them!" She giggled a little and raised an eyebrow at him. She pursed her lips a little and tried to think of a pain.
It was hard to think of a plan with everyone around you screaming. It was like your mind tried to do one thing and then another and then tries to do them at the same time so you start to combine words together. Then it all becomes a big mess and makes it hard to focus. That was the problem Ryland typically had. Focusing was hard for her and it was frustrating. She almost let her mind drift so far that she forgot she was supposed to be talking to this kid. She looked back at him.
"Come on don't you at least smoke weed?" Ryland asked. This kid had to do something or else he wanted be here. Unless,"do you have a date or something?" Ryland said continuing to slur her words out. If he did her plans would be ruined and it'd be no fun. She'd have to think of another plan if he did. She stared at him and tried to see if he did. She'd be really pissed if he did
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Out of Town
Written by Jasmin.
33 posts.
16 years old.
cat lady.
I am Female.
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Post by Sophie Young on Apr 20, 2015 20:27:22 GMT
Pumping music, sweaty bodies, the stench of alcohol, nah that had never been Sophie's thing but when your friend drags you out of your house to go to a party, what can you do? Probably more than Sophie had done quite frankly. The moment they'd arrived though her friend with strawberry blonde hair had been swooped away by a couple of boys and another girl leaving Sophie to wonder if she could go home after only being there for 5 minutes.
After a moment of thought, she carried on through the house a vaguely familiar face caught her eye... Hmm, Blake, was that his name? It had to be and Sophie had a pretty good feeling that he was a recently turned little beta, not that she kept much track of that kind of thing but when one moment he stinks of cancer and death and the next of perfect health, well the sirens start blazing. A girl had tottered over to him now though and Sophie found that she couldn't simply walk away and had to stay and listen to the conversation.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Apr 21, 2015 18:01:47 GMT
Blake just shook his head, laughing lightly at the drunk girl's comments about him 'at least smoking weed'. She was most definitely new, and for some reason Blake couldn't help but find that a little entertaining. In school, he was renowned for his copious amounts of bud smoking - he was even bought weed underwear for his birthday as a joke. Most, if not all, knew about just how much he used to enjoy lighting up and pretending the world didn't exist for a while, but they also knew about he and Braydon, who had very different attitudes towards the light drug, which is also why he had stopped (that, and a car crash involving questionable substances that he was still a little bit sore about... Even if it did save his life in the end). This girl knew nothing about him, knew nothing of the town gossip, and that meant he could rewrite his own reputation, right?
Grinning, he took another swig of the drink, "oh, no, I came alone - the person I usually drag along had history homework to do..." he trailed off. It was true. Braydon had denied the glorious opportunity to feel socially awkward as Blake walked around like he owned the place, doing his best to endure the drunken state of his friends, even if it was something he only actually enjoyed whilst also drunk. He had a reputation to keep up though, right? He said nothing about the smoking thing, hoping she'd quickly stop trying to make him do things he really didn't want to.
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Out of Town
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Post by Ryland Fay on Apr 22, 2015 1:56:46 GMT
Rland was annyed. She took a drink from her beer which was actually only the first bit of she had of that night. WEll besides the one to make her breath smell like she had been drinking. She glared at the boy. He was no fun and it was starting to piss her off. She took his hand and dragged him to the drink area. She poured a shot. "Just one," Ryland pouted. She looked over at the boy and tried to appealing. Just because he had someone at home didn't mean that he wouldn't try to have sex with her. Being in a relationship never actually meant anything to Ryland. To her it was all just a game. A game of sex. She wasn't a slut she jsut loved loved. It wasn't a big deal.
"Please just one drink, I'd feel like a horrible host if you didn't do at least one shot."Ryland said. Shewas going to invite him to her bedroom but that seemed like a bad idea.She was going ot get him there though. She looked over and saw everyone hanging out and having fun and she so wanted to join them. "My name is Ryland," Rylnad slurred out. "Then again you probably know the new girl. Everyone was whispering my name when Icame to school last week. It was very annoying," Now she was just blabbering to distract him. She wasn't sure if it was actually going to work. She decided she'd try to anyway. "ughh come on you need to get on my level," Ryland said with a giggle when he still dtdn't take the shot.
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Out of Town
Written by Jasmin.
33 posts.
16 years old.
cat lady.
I am Female.
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Post by Sophie Young on Apr 22, 2015 18:17:41 GMT
So far it seemed neither of them had noticed Sophie listening to their conversation and watching them out of the corner of her eye whilst she played the role of antisocial girl at party scrolling through instagram on her phone. When Ryland pulled Blake away, Sophie hesitated before following them, why was she so interested in this? Maybe she just wanted some juicy gossip to entertain herself and her friends or maybe part of her had a bad feeling about the whole ordeal. Ah, so it seemed the girl wanted to get Blake drunk so that she wasn't the only one, then again, part of her seemed to radiate the fact that she was acting the whole 'drunk enough to slur words' act. A passing person caught her eye and shoved a glass into her hand with the quick sentence of "you look like you could do with one of these," before they went and carried on to wherever they were going. Fucking weirdo, Sophie thought looking skeptically after their disappearing figure before thinking do I really look so out of place? It was only a matter of time before someone got suspicious. Ah well, Sophie was sure she'd have a plan if that were to happen.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Apr 22, 2015 22:35:53 GMT
Blake just shook his head, still smiling slightly as he contemplated his choices. He could take the shot, which would leave him still sober, slightly bored and questioning his own life choices, or he could do what he'd really wanted to do since he arrived, even if the whole reason he wasn't doing it was because of Braydon. The guy wasn't here, so it's not like he was likely to know, and the girl had just brought him to a table, so it's not like the joint would take long to roll... He didn't even have to think about it. With a light grin and a slight sigh, he denied the drink, explaining himself only by pulling a small bag out of his pocket, along with some skins and baccy, and getting to work. It didn't take long - the kid was a natural when it came to rolling... Not that it was something to be particularly proud of. Eh, who cared anyway, right? Okay, so maybe Braydon cared - but the guy cared about everything just a little bit too much, and it'd gotten to the point where Blake couldn't actually figure out if he was allowed to relax around the kid, because he was always determined something was wrong.
What Braydon didn't know couldn't hurt him though, right?
Finally pulling his attention back to Ryland, holding the joint carefully as he replied, "if certain people find out about this, I'm so dead, and I am so blaming you for it." With that, he winked lazily and placed the stick in his mouth, fishing a lighter out of his pocket and lighting it with ease. Maybe he shouldn't have been carrying weed around anyway - maybe that just went to show how he was never really going to quit properly, as he almost always carried a vaccuum sealed bag of it, just in case of emergencies. Either way, it was too late to change his mind now, as the first drag was already leave his lips.
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Out of Town
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Post by Ryland Fay on Apr 23, 2015 16:59:13 GMT
Ryland put her hands up and smirked at Blake. "Hey I don't tell," Ryland said. She went in the kitchen and went to the table and wrapped up her own. She looked at Blake. "Soo if you don't wanna have fun why did you come to a party?" Ryland asked. She raised an eyebrow at him. She was trying to figure this guy out.
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