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Post by brook on Aug 12, 2016 23:40:28 GMT -5
man i hope i crash first i have the worst meme to show yall
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Post by bladeio on Aug 12, 2016 23:41:39 GMT -5
(ice this is gayer than i anticipated)
Beckett caught Jonah's attention immediately, and he stared at the other teen for several moments, feeling his whole body grow tense. Would it have killed the guy to throw on some real clothes? Jonah thought in annoyance, heat rising to his own face. Gods, neither of them had said a word and it was already awkward as hell - what a way to start to the day. Clenching his jaw, Jonah noticed Beckett's cheeks also growing pink, Jonah's blush deepened until finally he noticed what Beckett was carrying, the cups and the kettle.
"Well, I guess I made a fire for your tea." Jonah grumbled at last, tearing his gaze to the side and patting his hair down, in a half-hearted attempt to tame it.
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Post by bladeio on Aug 12, 2016 23:42:35 GMT -5
whoever falls asleep first im making them put "im a big baby" in their signature like i dont make the rules guys i just follow em
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Post by bladeio on Aug 12, 2016 23:54:44 GMT -5
jonah; i hate beckett he's so annoying what the hell also jonah: immediately fixes his hair whenever beckett within eyesight, blushes constantly, is a mess
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Post by brook on Aug 12, 2016 23:55:16 GMT -5
It was unusually cold for the time of month - one of those gray, drizzly days that seemed to make everybody miserable. Brooke loved the atmosphere. Here in the outskirts of the city (she hadn't checked which one yet, but they were finally making progress towards Vegas) everything looked like something from a movie. Plus, there was nobody around and the roads were empty, so she felt more justified in making dangerous and highly illegal u-turns. The atmosphere in the car was also more comfortable, the questees having grown used to each others’ presence. Jonah was definitely comfortable enough to express his discomfort with her driving skills, which she didn’t appreciate. She was the best driver she knew.
But the rain wasn’t easing off. It was getting heavier and heavier, and the windshield wipers were not doing a good job. It was just a matter of time before something bad happened. Brooke considered for a second, and then pulled into yet another lot. “Okay, break time,” she announced very loudly, pulling the key out of the engine. “There’s some plazas up ahead, do whatever you want, everybody meet back here in an hour. Gods, I’m turning into a chaperone.” She took her phone out of her pocket and tapped out a message to Jo, the first actual text in a chat full of memes. u free for iris messaging, or r u busy making out w/ur tree boyfriend?
Without waiting for an answer, she hopped out of the car and into the rain, needing desperately to stretch her legs.
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Post by Crys on Aug 12, 2016 23:59:11 GMT -5
I will rp with anyone who wants to and I don't dare fall asleep
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 0:00:09 GMT -5
(if i can do it, so can you, i believe in you)
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 0:04:31 GMT -5
Bec shifted his weight awkwardly; he wasn't sure if he should stay outside or just go back into the tent. He looked down at the kettle as Jonah seemed to fumble about what to say, ultimately commenting on the fire. Bec didn't say anything in response, only nodded his head slowly.
Man...This is weird...Bec thought, looking at his choice of clothing. But he couldn't help it, he always got super hot during the night.And he didn't think anyone else was up and about. A few more awkward moments passed, silence engulfing the area like an eerie fog. "Um... Do you... Want a cuppa?" He asked, being quiet for the sake of the sleeping questees and also because he spoke softly to begin with.
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 0:06:04 GMT -5
i want to make a cup of coffee but my dads around
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мιnnow
[insert endless screaming about college here]
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Post by мιnnow on Aug 13, 2016 0:08:28 GMT -5
Elle watched Brooke leave the car, brows furrowing. Great. They were just stuck in the middle of nowhere in the rain. If there was one thing she hated, it was definitely rain. It was just as bad as swimming, if not worse. It soaked clothes and hair and chilled skin. She shuddered just thinking about leaving the van. She snuggled down into her seat, under a blanket that Sophie had provided for them and closed her eyes. She almost fell asleep before her stomach decided to grumble rather loudly. She sat up with a groan and searched for her snacks, only to find that she was out again. Brooke didn't exactly take kindly to her eating her snacks last time. She hung her head and stood up as much as she could in the cramped space, tugging on her sweatshirt and pulling up her hood.
She stepped out of the van and into the rain, wincing as the drops fell heavily onto her, soaking her in a matter of seconds. Elle huffed and went to head into the shopping area before pausing, realizing that Brooke had gone in a separate direction. It would be dumb to go alone. Grumbling, she poked her head back into the van, glancing at the other questees. "I'm going to get food. If you want to come, I think I saw a diner up there. I'll be there." she closed the door and took off towards the plaza, unable to take the rain any longer.
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 0:12:32 GMT -5
(aw poor elle i forgot she didnt like water)
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 0:16:23 GMT -5
"No." Andrew said, far more firmly, far more sharply than was typical of him. "You didn't deserve it. I think," he smiled and his tone and expression went back to their soft selves. "I think we both need to stop feeling bad. Ha, like, we've already forgiven each other, I just..." he trailed off, not really sure where he was taking the thought. He felt his throat grow tight and his chest feel heavy when Courtney ducked her head.
"No, no, shit, no," he whispered, never quite sure what to do when other people cried around him. After a moment of floundering and semi-panicked deliberation, he turned quickly to face her and wrapped Courtney up in a tight hug. " You're okay. We're okay." Andrew sighed and in a much softer voice, added, "I missed you so much, Court. I'm just. I'm here for you, too. I always will be." he pulled away but kept his hands on her shoulders, smiling at his friend. Andrew wasn't crying, actually, he seemed almost giggly. However, he said his next words thickly around his laugh, like maybe watching Courtney be emotional was getting to him. "Ha, it's actually pretty funny. Tristan and I said pretty much the same thing to each other." his hands dropped back to the abandoned needles in his lap. "I'm glad you guys are together, by the way. And I'm just ... real lucky to have you both in my life, you know?"
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мιnnow
[insert endless screaming about college here]
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Post by мιnnow on Aug 13, 2016 0:22:49 GMT -5
In New York, it was unbearably hot. It was the type of hot just before a downpour; humid and thick, the kind that made hair curl against necks and dogs sprawl on porches. Jo, however, didn't seem to get the memo. Her jacket was tossed to the side of the training arena along with her boots. She stood barefoot in skinny jeans and a tank top, her hair long enough now to curl under her chin annoyingly. A baseball cap shielded her eyes from the sun as she took a step, flinging the dagger at the target in front of her. Like she talked about with Birch, she needed to take a break from the load of work the black market put on her. So Jo decided that training would help her get her mind off of things. She had been right, for the most part.
Her eyes were locked on the target as she took another step, another dagger poised in hand. A sharp buzz jolted her from her focus, gaze sliding over to her jacket as she stumbled and flung the weapon into the ground a few feet away. She hissed at the sharp pain in her hand where the blade had cut it due to the distraction. She headed over to her things instead, weapons and training forgotten. There was only one person with her phone number. She was also the only person who knew Jo even had a phone at camp. They were supposed to be banned, especially since the questees left, but caution was thrown out the wind when her best friend was chosen.
Jo gritted her teeth and wrapped her hand in gauze, flexing it tentatively before rummaging for her phone in her jacket. She would worry about injuries later. Regardless of her pain, she found herself grinning at her phone and rolling her eyes. She should've expected something about Birch.
Sure. Also, please get proper grammar. I can't take this anymore.
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Post by Crys on Aug 13, 2016 0:23:34 GMT -5
so there's this guy out back behind my house just shouting
he's just kinda going "I AM THE MESSIAH. I AM YOUR MOTHERF-ING JESUS. THE MESSIAH. BOW DOWN YOUR GODD--MNDED FACES BEFORE ME" etc etc etc
it's kinda funny, tbh. he sounds high as a kite
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 0:24:11 GMT -5
"Uh." Jonah blinked at Beckett. The annoyance he felt at Beckett's initial lack of answer faded when he spoke. "I've ... never really had tea before, actually." Jonah was realizing just how thin Beckett actually was, more skin exposed now than usual under Beckett's normal attire. Jonah stopped himself from scrutinizing Beckett when he realized it was getting weird, mentally shaking himself out of it.
He shrugged, nonchalant. Sort of. "Sure?"
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 0:24:24 GMT -5
Dahlia cracked open one eye when Brooke yelled, flinching a little when the car door slammed behind her twice. Her trend of not sleeping well at night had continued, considering they usually stayed in tents or the few shifty motels they could afford, so she usually slept in the car these days. Today had been particularly cozy, with the car all warm and the sound of the rain tapping gently on the windows. Now it was getting a little scary, she noticed, with the tapping turning into relentless pounding and the howling of the wind. She sat up, glancing around the car and taking inventory, clutching at the edges of her blanket. Good. Everyone's here. Except Brooke and... wait. Elle was gone too. Usually her bright red hair popped against the dull colors of the inside of the van; she was hard to miss.
She was about to sigh and try to settle back down when the door next to her was ripped open suddenly and Elle was hovering above her, looking like she was drowning and she was very mad about it. Despite the fact that she was now wet too, eagerness swelled in her chest. "Yeah. Yeah! I'm coming. Hey, Elle.... wait up!" She scrambled to her feet, hit her horns twice on the way out, and then on second thought went back to grab something that had been resting at her feet.
She opened up the umbrella, which was clear and covered in cute little drawings of ducks, very adorable and very undignified. Then she ran after Elle, fighting against the wind to keep the umbrella in her hands, looking like quite a sight.
"Hi! I brought a- you looked like you didn't like the rain- I can come with, right?" she panted as she caught up to the Irish girl, moving so that the umbrella was covering both of them.
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 0:25:55 GMT -5
so there's this guy out back behind my house just shouting he's just kinda going "I AM THE MESSIAH. I AM YOUR MOTHERF-ING JESUS. THE MESSIAH. BOW DOWN YOUR GODD--MNDED FACES BEFORE ME" etc etc etc it's kinda funny, tbh. he sounds high as a kite I feel it. There's always crazy people on my street making noise at the early hours. smh one time i think there was a drunk lady?? not sure. but she was crying and calling for help. then she just... disappeared. :/
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Post by brook on Aug 13, 2016 0:26:36 GMT -5
(thats hysterical crys)
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 0:26:49 GMT -5
crys, bry and/or blake could join beckett and jonah maybe? the four of them were sleeping in the same tent so maybe they could have woken up as bec or jonah left the tent? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 0:28:52 GMT -5
i love dahlia i am actively sobbing
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Post by Crys on Aug 13, 2016 0:29:12 GMT -5
Bry would have probably woken up so I can work it in there I feel like she'd know that Bec feels something for Jonah tbh
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Post by bladeio on Aug 13, 2016 0:31:32 GMT -5
omg didnt she also have a crush on jonah at one point? because like
listen up lancaster kids - this boy is nothing special. cast your chips elsewhere buckos
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Post by Crys on Aug 13, 2016 0:32:35 GMT -5
she does she really actually does but she would SO back down once she realizes bec likes him
she would be a little jealous but yknow she'd get over it in like twenty years or whatever
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 0:33:25 GMT -5
Bec nodded again in reply to Jonah, not exactly surprised he had never tried tea before. He was American after all. Bec turned to go and search for a search of water, seeing a spicket(?) coming out of the ground a few feet off. The teen started walking before he realized he probably just looked like he was done with Jonah and leaving the scene. "Um, water." Was all that he managed, pointing at the pipe that he was walking toward.
After getting the water, Bec returned and set the kettle on top of one of the pieces of wood, making sure to balance it. Last thing he wanted was the kettle to fall over and there be no more tea.
He returned to his tent momentarily, grabbing some tea and heading back to the kettle. He set the cups he was holding on the ground, standing back up and crossing his arms over his chest. Due to his normal get-up of large winter jackets, Bec felt exposed in the morning light and his tank top. At least Jonah was a guy. But then again it was Jonah- the guy who stared at him whether or not he was wearing a jacket.
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Post by Ice on Aug 13, 2016 0:34:07 GMT -5
Bry would have probably woken up so I can work it in there I feel like she'd know that Bec feels something for Jonah tbh contempt
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