Supernatural
Written by Rebecca.
178 posts.
16 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Charlotte Bennet on Nov 2, 2015 20:25:01 GMT
Tyler was off at college, her dad was away for his job, and Lottie had the house to herself for a week. So what did she do? Have a party, obviously. It was meant to be a halloween party, but things came up that meant she couldn't actually have a party on halloween, but better late then never, eh? She had no idea how many people were actually coming, but she knew that she'd probably regret squeezing that many people into her house when she had to clean up the next day. Oh well. The was something to think about another time, not now. People were due to start turning up any minute now, well, people had actually already started turning up a bit early, but Lottie didn't mind that. She was in light conversation with a girl from her Bio class, a red solo cup filled with a mix of vodka and coke gripped in her hand. To be honest, she didn't actually like the taste of vodka and coke, but she knew she'd have to start drinking early on if she wasn't going to spend the entire night stressing over what people may or may not be doing in the bathroom. She was wearing a black leather looking short skirt with a sheer black t-shirt tucked into it, and a (you guessed it) black bralette under that. Lottie wasn't a fan of colour. Music was playing, but not too loud yet so people could make the most of having conversations while they were still sober, and on the table there was snack foods like crisps and biscuits, as well as cups and drinks. Very minute or so someone would walk through the door, causing Lottie to smile slightly- she decided tonight was going to be good night. Words: 300 || Notes: xxx
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Nov 2, 2015 21:53:02 GMT
Halloween could easily be Ashton's favorite holiday. Yeah, birthdays and Christmas had their benefits- gifts galore, especially in a family as wealthy as his own- and April Fool's day was the single day he had a legitimate excuse to cause as much ruckus as he does on an average day, but Halloween- it was great. When he was a kid, it was because he could be whoever he wanted to be- not just the next Alpha in line, not some rich kid with a life set into his parents guidelines, not himself. Superheros, mutant turtles, cowboys, even that one time when he was ten and was a pirate- only so he could march around with a fake hook and preach in a horrendous accent 'argh, caught yer booty' every time he'd latch the plastic arch into someone's belt loop. The candy was also a plus, though his mother rarely let him actually eat it- rather she'd fret that it wasn't safe and wasn't healthy, but he was all too aware that she knew just how reckless Chad and himself could be when they were hyped up on sugar and unconscious of how expensive that vase they shattered really was. Now, though, it was all so different. No costume to change his identity- just a pair of jeans riddled with holes that teased with hints of flesh, a plain black t-shirt that clung onto his broad shoulders for dear life, and a pair of black cowboy boots that had eager made the trip from Richardson, Texas to Beacon Hills with him. There was no Chad at his side to race from door to door with- no, his cousin, Jensen, filled that role in with ease considering they'd always been close, even now more than ever considering the recent catastrophe in his life. Replacing the candy he was eager to get as a kid was cup after cup of spiked soda, though his mother would have scolded him for drinking it too- had she still been breathing.
More importantly than anything, Ashton was drawn into the scantily clad women who paraded themselves around the streets in 'costumes', and that's why he even bothered to come to this party. Along with it meant to be Halloween themed, even though it wasn't on the day, it was the promise of socializing and liquor that had him towing his cousin to the stranger's house. Lottie, he think he caught as the name- he'd be sure to greet her as soon as he figured out who the heck she even was.
The moment the pair slid their way into the house, Ashton made a beeline for the drinks table, offering one up to Jensen before leaning against the kid who looked so much like himself, eyes scanning the crowded as he hummed to the music.
Words weren't needed between them, no matter how long it'd been since they had actually spent time together. They just knew what to do. In sync.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Nov 2, 2015 22:57:52 GMT
Louly had no true reason to slip into a party unnoticed; a fly on the wall. She'd suffered from a severe case of order for too long during her time away from Beacon Hills. Training to become a hunter was all work and no play, and the sheer amount of responsibility shed left her craving something; something giddy, something full of alcohol and webs of pot stink wafting from bathroom windows.
With her quaint motel room residing across the street, it was hard to miss the rattle of bass from souped up car stereos and the whoops of party-goers that pounded from the other side of the wall.
After a quick fifteen minute clean-up to wring out tangles from her hair and wriggling into a pair of faded indigo skinny jeans that stained her rough, patched hands with a solid gray cropped camisole hugging her long torso, leaving an inch and a half of beige stomach, much left to the imagination. Her hair was loose, left in ashy tendrils that swished around her shoulders in flat waves.
She had left through the front doors minutes before and had made it to the busy curb. At the first opportunity, she stepped from the curb and powered through the road, her well-worn grey booties clicking with every step. The moment her foot knocked the sidewalk, she slowed to a snail's pace, and slipped in to the party through the shadows, mouth curved into a pleasant resting expression and her relaxed posture welcoming. Most of her bumps and bruises had faded enough to be invisible under the strain of the pale light inside, but the wear and tear on her hands told a different story.
She wouldn't be getting handsy with anybody; that much was certain.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on Nov 3, 2015 0:06:44 GMT
| Iris was feeling far from herself. She told herself she didn't know why, but deep down she knew it was because Jasper had gone off to Vegas with Alfie (which she was fine with) and hadn't even texted her once the whole time he'd been there. Really, she had no reason to be mad at him, they weren't together or anything, they were just good friends and he was probably busy, but she still couldn't help but let it get her down a bit. But, she'd heard that Lottie was having a party and decided she wasn't going to let herself be down about Jasper any longer, she was going to take her mind off him by having fun with friends instead.She took one last look in the mirror before she left and smiled at herself because, if she was completely honest, she knew she looked pretty cute. She'd probably look like a mess by the end of the evening, but for now she just appreciated the way she looked for once.She had a black denim skirt with buttons up the middle on, and a black and white, cropped, off the shoulder shirt that tied at the front, showing a slither of skin between the top of the skirt and bottom of the shirt. Match that with bare legs, since she lived close to Lottie, and boots with a heel, and she felt she looked pretty cute. It was strange seeing herself in mostly black, though, but since it was a sort of halloween party she thought it was pretty fitting.She turned up at the party less then 10 minutes and glanced around at the people there for a few seconds before realising she was hoping to see Jasper somewhere. Shaking her head in slight disgust at herself she decided to just find a drink and see what happened. On her way to the drinks she spied a familiar face with a slightly familiar face, and decided they were pretty decent company. She knew Jensen as he was in quite a few of her classes at school and knew Ashton from the awkward encounter in the park, but only now realised how similar they looked to each other- obviously related. She'd guess brothers at first, but she was pretty sure Jensen didn't have a brother, so assumed they must be cousins. Smiling as she got closer to the pair she grabbed a drink and stood her ground, even though uncertainty was starting to slip under skin and she kind of wanted to go home. "Hey" She said, just before taking the first sip of her drink. Ah, tasted like mistakes. Perfect.WORDS: 444 |
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Nov 3, 2015 0:39:15 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]A party seemed like the perfect place for Erin to have another attempt at making friends, hence why she'd turned up at a strangers house dressed in ripped, black skinny jeans and a black cropped top with 'BABYGIRL' written across the front of it. Obviously, it was ironic, everyone knew she fucking hated pet names, but there was something weirdly amusing about the top to her, and she just loved it. She didn't bother doing anything to her hair, just let it flow down her back in it's usual chocolate waves, but maybe she had spent a little more time on her make up for this. It was a fact that people tended to be nicer to pretty people, and so she thought it was worth trying to make herself look a bit better then usual since she was actually aiming to make friends. She'd also left the house without her sister today because of that reason too. She knew that if she'd left with Jade she probably would have tried spending most of the night glued to her hip, so she thought it best to just leave her for now.
By the time she got to the party the house was slowly filling up, and she felt sorry for the poor girl who had decided to inflict this on herself (Lottie?). Hopefully she'd remembered to hide all breakable/valuable stuff away safe. She was about to go ahead and find the drinks, but then she laid eyes on Ashton, or Asston as she so loving called him, and she decided that she didn't need a drink just yet. Instead she spied a girl out of the corner of her eye and decided to inspect her instead. "Hey, i like your jeans" She said to the blonde, and it was a pretty genuine compliment, but the only reason she'd given it was to try and strike up a conversation with her without seeming like a mega bitch for once.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Nov 3, 2015 1:00:39 GMT
A voice sparkled in her ears, distinct and pleasant: "I like your jeans." She thought, and then thought some more, and finally concluded the compliment had been addressed to her, and she finally emitted a reply. "Thanks! I like your shirt," Louly internally cringed, wondering if her shirt was being worn ironically or not.
She pushed a strand of curly hair behind her ear, looking the girl over warily. While she initially seemed so bright, there was a tinge of suspicion that swam deep in her eyes. "You enjoyin' it here, or are you as lost as me?" She mused, dropping her hand from her hair.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Nov 3, 2015 1:10:23 GMT
Dull wasn't a word he'd use to describe the party so far, it certainly was lively- but more so like an ocean during the day, gentle rolling waves and everything in sync. It was calm, for a party, but he figured it'd be a roaring storm soon enough- once the alcohol kicked in.
Jensen stayed glued to his side, as he has ever since he returned from his mother's, and Ashton knew it was out of the goodness of his heart- even it was freaking annoying at times. Personal space was something he invaded, but didn't care much for when people returned that favor. Of course, he's long since accepted that his cousin will never truly understand the concept of a bubble, a hereditary effect, so generally he is mindless to his closeness all together, but after his parents passed? Well, he can barely pee by himself, let alone manage to sneak off to flirt with the already stumbling girls on the makeshift dance floor.
Though he can't complain, because if he's honest with himself (which was really never, screw the truth) he was really thankful for having someone there for him- Lord knows his uncle is clueless to everything and he hasn't even dared to tell a soul about anything other than meager details about himself. All secrets, chicks digged mystery.
Just when he was about to shift closer towards the 'dancing' girls, he spotted a familiar brunette aiming right for him. His mind conjured up the name Iris, a replay of their odd day in the park following right after. His lips curled into a grin around the rim of the cup pressed to his mouth, breath already tainted with the musky scent of alcohol- but it wasn't like he was drunk, yet. As his lips parted around a greeting, his hazy green eyes caught sight of Erin, the evil twin, winding her way through the crowd. The urge to go over there and pester her was almost too strong to ignore, but he managed to stay in place as a soft voice swam in.
His red solo cup found its way back on the table as he tossed his arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her into a friendly side hug (mindful that a full frontal probably wouldn't be too smart since she already thought he was weird- plus, he really didn't think knocking her cup out of her hand would do any good) and replying heartily, "Hey, Iris!" The chesire grin curled across his face was nearly endearing, brimming at the rim with charm as he welcomed her in- considering she hadn't looked to sure of herself upon entering.
Toning it down just a notch, he loosened his grip but not quite letting go as he turned more towards his cousin and introduced him, "This is Jensen, though you may know him?" He wasn't sure, words tinted with confusion at the end as he glanced between them.
Quick to react, Jensen let a soft, almost shy, smile cross his lips as he hand rose to give the girl a small wave. "Yeah, she's in a few of my classes," had been since they were kids, "It's nice to see you Iris."
The difference between the two was quite clear. Ashton playing the bad boy, full throttle charm gig while Jensen reeled them in with the soft grins and quiet compliments. Yin and Yang.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Nov 3, 2015 8:34:28 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin glanced down at her shirt and, for once, almost felt a tinge of embarrassment by it. She knew she was wearing it ironically, just as a bit of a joke, but anyone else around her would probably think she was trashy. But she pushed all self doubt away, as that just wasn't part of her, and smiled at the blonde "Thanks" She said, before thinking once again and adding "I feel like i should point out that it's kind of ironic" on the end, just for good measure.
At the question Erin glanced around at all the people there, some already pretty tipsy, dancing away, while others were chatting and drinking, all just normal, tame, party stuff. Hopefully things would pick up soon. Turning her attention back to the girl she shrugged lightly "The latter, probably, i don't know many people here" She admitted. It was strange for her to actually be nice, or at least civil, with someone who wasn't Jade, but she had to admit it actually felt good to just talk to someone and not have some kind of dark motive behind it.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Nov 3, 2015 16:31:52 GMT
Louly's brows crinkled and then settled as the brunette clarified her statement; showing her understanding. "I figured," Her pleasant smirk widened into something of a smile as the woman went on; perhaps she was not as alone in her ventures as she'd anticipated. "Neither do I. I graduated a year back, actually," she tacked the last sentence on after a brief pause. It wasn't much of a lie - she'd dropped out, but had surpassed the eighteen mark, branding her as a probable high school graduate. Of course, she'd been everywhere but school in the past years, but there was little known proof of that.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
75 posts.
17 years old.
gaaaay.
I am Female.
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Post by Jamie King on Nov 3, 2015 19:29:36 GMT
Jamie was late - well, not late (you could never really be late for a party, right?) but still, she'd hoped to be their earlier. Why was she late? Good question, the answer was Rose who'd called her (sounding very drunk, which is unline the girl) and begged her to come over a bake cookies. Jamie could hardly say no since her cousin promised to give her the cookies. So, at least Jamie was turning up to the party with food. Who didn't love freshly baked cookies, too?
Walking down the street to Lottie's house, Jamie was glad for her boots; they were a bright silver material, light from the streetlamps bouncing off of them. Above that she was wearing a pair of grey jeans with a sleeveless blue jumper tight to her body keeping her warm in the autumn air. In the box in her arms were the still warm cookies. Jamie guessed she could have asked her aunt or uncle to give her a lift to Lottie's but when Rose wasn't going to the party, Jamie felt guilty asking.
She eventually reached the front door though and thankfully someone else was just entering so she wasn't struggling with the whole, both arms are full and I have to open a door ordeal. Slipping into the party, Jamie tried to find Lottie but then figured it'd be easier to put down the cookies in the kitchen first (in a cupboard though, she'd spent, like, two hours with a drunk - and sad - Rose to make them and she wasn't about to have some random person eat them).
Shoving them into the cupboard that was high up and in the corner of Lottie's kitchen, Jamie could then go and find the girl. It didn't take too long although she was talking to someone who Jamie vaguely recognized from school. "Hey," Jamie said, easily sliding into the spot next to Lottie's side. Their friendship was easy and stress-free. "Do you even know half the people here?" Jamie asked Lottie an impish grin on her face as she glanced around the surrounding people.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on Nov 3, 2015 20:31:10 GMT
| Oh, okay, there was an arm wrapped around her. That was a bit unexpected, but she decided to just roll with it, relaxing slightly under his arm. She refused to let herself get wound up at all this evening, all she wanted to do was have a bit of fun, and maybe get a little drunk. "Ashton!" She replied, somewhat mimicking his enthusiasm, but not in a way that make it look like she was taking the piss out of him at all. She took another drink from her cup, she wasn't actually sure what was in it, she didn't drink that much, and she hadn't had it before- but it was nice, and a bit fruity. "Nice to see you too" She replied with a smile. She hadn't seen Jensen in a while, since it'd been summer and seating arrangements in classes meant she didn't really speak to him at all. So, it was actually nice to see him again as, while they weren't the closest of friends she did quite like him, he was a nice guy who was pretty easy to talk too. WORDS: 286 |
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Nov 3, 2015 20:50:03 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin couldn't help but feel both jealous and confused about this girl- she was jealous because she no longer had to sit through the torture of high school and boring, pointless lessons, but why had she turned up at a high school party? Oh well, Erin decided not to question it too much, as she really couldn't be arsed with keeping up her suspicions today, she hadn't taken an instant dislike to this girl, so decided it would probably be best to ignore little things like that and keep up with the conversation instead. "You're lucky. I literally can't wait to leave school" She said, with a slight sigh, before realising the girl probably didn't give half a shit about whether or not Erin enjoyed education or not. "Sorry. Anyways, what's your name?" She asked, since knowing someones name was probably a good way to keep up a conversation/possible friendship.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Male.
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Post by Jensen Pines on Nov 4, 2015 19:51:39 GMT
It wasn’t that he didn’t like parties, he’d been to more than enough over the short span of his life, but it was more so to do with the fact that this wasn’t exactly how he’d wanted to spend his evening. Yet, here he was, glued to his cousin’s side to keep an eye on the troublesome boy- someone had to. He was like an anchor, always keeping Ashton at bay, always holding him back when it was most vital. They worked as a team, but from the way he had watched the boy’s wander over to a girl in a crop top and how the tension clearly rose between them, well, Jensen figured some damage had already been done whilst he was still up north. He didn’t recognize the girl in question, and summed it up to a new girl having ran into the new boy and things simply hadn’t gone to plan- he’d ask about it later, curiosity already curling in his veins.
His attention was drawn back in from the girl as a familiar face approached. Jensen couldn’t stop the small smile from crossing his lips as he watched Ashton reel Iris into a side hug, eyes batting between the two as he wondered how they’d met prior to this. Seems his cousin was just making his rounds on the local women- fantastic. After greeting her, he let his gaze roam over her swiftly, wondering why she’d approached them rather some of her other friends- though he didn’t see Rose anywhere and Jasper surely would have made a grand entrance had he been here. Maybe they were just a last resort for company? It didn’t really matter, he’d always had a soft spot for the girl- despite the lack of any real communications over the years. As kids they’d been closer (not anything intense, no pacts were made and no sleepovers shared), but still more of friends than they were now- over time they just lost touch. No hard feelings.
Ashton’s grip loosened further on the girl as he reached for his cup, lightly tapping it against hers in a lame attempt of cheers before he threw it back. Jensen tossed a napkin at the kid as a trail of booze dribbled down his chin, shaking his head with a soft laugh before he glanced at Iris and asked, “So you know my cousin?” He had apparently missed quite a lot in the last few months.
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Supernatural
Written by Rebecca.
178 posts.
16 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Charlotte Bennet on Nov 4, 2015 20:24:31 GMT
When the girl from Lottie's bio class noticed some friends of hers in the crowd she excused herself by saying she'd be right back, when they both knew she wouldn't. Luckily, though, Lottie didn't have to suffer through being alone at a party for long as she noticed flashes of red passing through the bobbing heads coming towards her, and she let a grin spread across her face. Jamie had finally decided to turn up, but better late then never, and Lottie was very happy to have her there. What was a party without your best friend? Laughing at her question Lottie shook her head. She recognised most of the people here, there were a few who she didn't recall ever seeing in her life, though. Oh well. It didn't really matter that much to her, as long as they didn't fuck up her house too much, or steal anything. "Not really, but oh well. Why you so late?" She asked, quickly changing the subject over to Jamie. She took a sip of her drink again and quickly glanced around, just to make sure nothing was going wrong just yet, and when she saw that everything was completely fine she happily turned her attention back to her fiery lil buddy. Words: 210 || Notes: xxx
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on Nov 4, 2015 20:46:15 GMT
| Iris watched Ashton down a drink, laughing lightly, and almost did the same, but decided against it when she watched drips of alcohol roll down his chin because a) she liked this top and didn't want to risk staining it, and b) didn't want to look like an idiot. Since Ashton kept loosening his grip on her with a every movement she decided it was probably easiest to just step out of his arm so they both had full control of their movement. She took another drink and, apparently, finished it, which seemed pretty odd to her as she was pretty sure she hadn't even drunk that much, but it was gone now. She quickly reached over to the table and swapped her empty cup for a full one as Jensen spoke again, and she nodded in reply, taking note that they were cousins and she had been correct. "Yeah, he decided it was a good idea to come and introduce himself to me in the middle of the park" She explained with a shrug and a smile, glancing at Ashton quickly and raising an eyebrow at him for a moment before letting it drop again and returned to her normal self. WORDS: 205 |
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