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Post by torr on Jan 18, 2017 22:55:26 GMT -5
just a lil hurdle in the way of tru friendship
im pumped for both the tension n the friendship tbh
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Post by mags on Jan 18, 2017 22:56:57 GMT -5
i'm pumped to see this unfold like i live for the drama
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Post by torr on Jan 18, 2017 23:09:09 GMT -5
livin drama on the internet bc i dont want it anywhere near me irl lmao
goodnight my love<3
enjoy ur 8am class tommo >B^)
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Post by mags on Jan 18, 2017 23:11:49 GMT -5
HA YES the drama follows me tho, unfortunately
comes w high school tho right
g'night mis <3 have a good sleep bab
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Post by torr on Jan 18, 2017 23:17:52 GMT -5
comes w high school and also college unfortunately word of advice: if ur gonna live w ppl off campus make sure u know them well they might turn out to be total twits
haha not speakin from experience or anything.........
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Post by mags on Jan 18, 2017 23:21:10 GMT -5
drama is dumb like ppl pls get over urselves, k? HAHA OMG TORR u poor poor thing </3 i'm laughing is that bad u know what's almost worse than school/guy drama tho? horse drama that is the Worst(tm)
aww robs i'm sry man </3
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Post by torr on Jan 18, 2017 23:33:59 GMT -5
jusT THAT THO PPL ARE SO SELF ABSORBED ITS LIKE 'wow why tho' i chose this for myself unintentionally but still ha i was so stupid. i wanna smack me from last year ha OH BOY AINT THAT THE TRUTH
oUCH thats p bad yikes
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Post by mags on Jan 18, 2017 23:38:05 GMT -5
RIGHT OMG MOST OF THE TIME IM JUST LIKE "lol are u the sun? no? well. that explains why my world doesn't revolve around u"
u poor thing. why did u do this to yourself. RIGHT OH MY GODDDD THERE SHOULD BE A REALITY SHOW ABT BARN DRAMA @ my barn there would be plenty of material lol
ahh rob, unfortunately, i feel u. chronic illness is the absolute worst </3
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Post by mags on Jan 18, 2017 23:59:46 GMT -5
i have fibromyalgia, autonomic dysfunction, sibo, and anxiety lol in other words, i'm a mess
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 1:17:34 GMT -5
sebastian serafin -- (good lord i'm so tired. seb is me. send help.) ---He had to admit, the coffee was sub-par. But with the amount of freakin’ jet-lag he was facing, something was better than nothing at all. So Sebastian did not complain about the coffee. Nope, that he did not. He was, on the contrary, grateful that someone else had taken the initiative, this early in the dang morning, to make the coffee. Because he was expecting to have to do it himself. So when it was already made and hot, he was quite happy, thank you very much.
But, again, he ran a hand through his already-messy, blond hair as he sipped the drink (and he was appreciative of its warmth, lemme tell ya), green eyes flicking from Rivers to Stella, pure amusement detectable in his gaze (which, honestly, was only heightened when the female glared at him sry babe). The corners of his lips curled upward in a bit of a sly half-smirk as he awaited an answer from Stella, allowing himself to lean back on his heels, arms crossing lightly over his chest.
(He was no stranger to mornings like the one Stella was currently experiencing. Well. Correction. He wasn’t typically the one to walk into a house full of people the morning after a wild party in yesterday’s clothes looking like he’d had one hell of a night, but. Y’know how things went. Parties got crazy, things got wild. Whatever. Sebastian was just..dare-I-say a bit better at covering his tracks. Like. It wasn’t as if he were the stealthiest guy in the world, but he certainly knew how to avoid, well, a situation like this. But it wasn’t as if he pitied Stella, no, rather, he found the entirety of the situation beyond amusing. For a girl who was usually so well put-together, she had certainly gotten herself into a bit of a mess. And Sebastian simply intended to sit back, sip his coffee, and observe. and maybe laugh a little too. bc he could.)
His head tilted slightly to one side as Stella replied to his question, pine-green eyes narrowing slightly and devilish smirk returning. He chuckled lightly as his head tilted downward, staring at the floor for a brief moment or two before flicking his gaze up to meet hers again.
“Is that so?” he retorted teasingly, before adding in a slightly-hushed voice, “Sorry to hear that.”
A low rumble of a chuckle escaped his lips as Stella pulled him closer, and because he was already entertained, he decided to go along with what she wanted. So he moved closer, and his eyebrows raised slightly as he heard what she had to say.
Yeah. I actually would like to know.
(Of course, he didn’t dare say this aloud. Nope. Wasn’t gonna happen. He was not about to admit that he was the slightest bit intrigued by Stella Freaking Hamilton. Sebastian was an…”open book”. And I say that in quotes because it wasn’t as if he was not forthcoming with his feelings and emotions? He was. But, like. He didn’t share everything. Some things, he just liked to keep to himself. After all, where was all the fun in exposing everything? There wasn’t any. And even though Sebastian was not like his elder brother, Tobias — as he was the type to be almost overly flirtatious, like, dude, get a grip — but he was not entirely on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, either. Like. He liked to think he was smack-dab in the middle. A little flirty, but not necessarily a flirt. If that even made sense.)
Another familiar voice yanked him out of his own thoughts.
Skylar’s voice, to be more specific. Why had she assumed that his night had been good? He’d gotten in from the airport at an ungodly hour and, after changing into sweats, had crashed. Simple as that. (And he’d had some really wacky dreams, but. Won’t get into those, okay?) So. He wouldn’t exactly say it had been a good night. Uneventful, yeah. But good? Nah, man. Not so much.
In response to her statement (which honestly confused his tired brain; he was too loopy to try to analyze what in the heck about his appearance — tousled, blond hair, heavily-hooded eyes with dark circles beneath them — made it look like he’d had a good night. I mean, come on. He was obviously sleep-deprived), he simply shrugged, eyes flicking between Stella and Skylar as the two of them conversed.
Whoa, whoa. Pump the brakes.
Had Skylar honestly just tried to tell Stella how to cure a hangover? And she expected to keep her head? Good luck with that one. That was all he thought, on that matter. He knew Stella well enough to know that she did not like being told what to do. And even though he knew that Skylar’s intentions had been, well, good, inwardly, he grimaced. This was either gonna be really bad, or Really Bad™. And did he want to stick around for this? (Well. Yeah, kinda. Oops.)
But then, Ari spoke. And it wasn’t as if the tension between the two females just dissipated, but rather, it seemed to be redirected. Whatever. Again, Sebastian didn’t have the energy to try to keep up with who hated who and why. Apparently some people were heading to the store. And it wasn’t as if he, personally, needed anything, so after simply nodding in Ari’s direction, his focus shifted back to the group with whom he stood.
But, man, the guy was sleepy. Would it be socially-acceptable for him to return to bed? After all, it was only seven. And it wasn’t as if a single freakin’ cup of coffee would be enough to keep him from sleep.
Eh, nah. He didn’t feel like it. At least, not for now.
What was happening here was far too entertaining to leave behind.
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Post by Amber on Jan 19, 2017 10:11:52 GMT -5
[This will be kind of short. In between classes and have a horribly earache and migraine. Prepare for the worst. This is very short EDIT: Class started early will fnish and edit this later after classes]
Mikkel was most obviously the loner of the group. It was his fault, as he found the lot of them entirely... unsatisfactory. Every single one of those damned people got under his skin, and he couldn't stand them. The sound of ruckus in the other room caused him to stir in his bed and sit upright. Scowling at the noise, he slipped out of the toasty covers. Gathering his clothes, he was quick in making himself presentable with slicked back hair and wrinkle-free clothes. Although he did not entirely care what the others had to think of him, he wasn't going to press his luck.
Rolling his shoulders, he exited the room. Making his way towards the living area, the sound of sociable people made it's way to his ears. He paused in the hallway, his icy gaze sliding over his room mates. His eyes narrowed and a frown pulled at his lips. Must they all be so disrespectful and inconsiderate?
He leaned against the doorway and folded his arms in front of his chest, settling down to observe the scenery that was in front of him. Not entirely sure what was going on, he was trying to scrape up a bit of information. Only a few short minutes passed before he righted himself up, and strode across the room to reach the kitchen. An irritated huff escaping his mouth, he searched through the cupboards and fridge for some sustenance. The kitchen was stocked well, but the young man was not entirely happy with the contents that were inside.
Normally he avoided eating until dinner, but all of this.. socializing called for some comfort food. Bacon was comforting, but cooking didn't entirely appeal to him. And he was certain none of the others would make it for him. Even if he did ask nicely, this time. Deciding on a granola bar, he approached the living room once more. Peeling back the wrapper very slowly, he watched the Stella and Sebastion curiously. Taking a large bite out of the chewy goodness, he raised an eyebrow. "And what is going on here?" Gaze flicking over the small group, his head tilted. No matter the circumstances, this young man remained relatively expressionless, his emotions filtering off of his face before they could be noticed.
With a huff, he leaned against the doorway and kicked out a foot. "Well then?" Of course he didn't need a response for why Stella was, once more, sneaking into the dorm rooms before she could be noticed. He was referring to why everyone was up at such an ungodly hour. It wasn't like them. And besides, due to certain activities that were apparently occurring in this apartment, he would have assumed they would have remained in bed a while longer. His gaze traveled meaningfully over to the other young man in the room.
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 10:17:56 GMT -5
APPZ U DORK WHY WOULD U DO THAT TO YOURSELF U NEED RESTTT <33
ambz don't even say that your writing is beautiful ok <3
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 10:25:46 GMT -5
Gonna start on a post for Skylar now cx))
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Post by Amber on Jan 19, 2017 10:26:04 GMT -5
Thanks guys<3 my writing may be okay, but it's not even close to the writing you, Appz, Scarreh, and Torfah do. Those posts are works of art!
Alright, gotta head out now ^^ I'll work on it at 2. (I get out early thank god)
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 10:34:58 GMT -5
aw ambz u are too SWEET <3 but honestly ur writing is wonderful too im looking forward to reading more c;
omg appz u poor thing after class just. go home & sleep ok
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