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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 10:55:35 GMT -5
i love ur rambles <3 i cant wait to read
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Bisexual
robin
Enfj--Gryffindor--Pukwudgie--Dog Obsessed--History Lover--Total Work in Progress
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Post by robin on Jan 19, 2017 10:56:17 GMT -5
sorry it's short I'm on my phone
The casual chatting that had begun had intensified, in some places into bickering and created a low hum in the room. It reminded Hannah of the sort of buzzing one heard if they stepped a bit too close to a beehive. The only difference here was that there was no honey of any kind, literal or metaphorical. It was times like these the young blonde wished she lived with other people...or no one at all. Despite the fact that she had no role in any of this action, her chest still tightened up like she was having the life squeezed out of her by some invisible boa constrictor. Hannah Malone did not do well with conflict, especially between people she cared for and on occasion liked to spend time with. Luckily she was in one of her safe places, the kitchen. There was plenty of busywork to distract herself with. While sorting the contents of cabinets by color, size, and function helped Hannah tune everyone else out momentarily, this brief moment of calm was disrupted by Mikkel blowing into the kitchen.
Great, someone else was upset.
To be fair though, it was Mikkel and he was always upset. If it weren’t so maddening it might seem impressive that he found something to grumble about without fail. There were out of tissues. One of them had accidentally grabbed some of his mail. The moon was too bright. And on and on and on. That said, in some ways Hannah was jealous of him, of all of them really. They all just spoke openly, even when what they had to say might bother or hurt someone else. They didn’t spend half the mental energy she did trying to find the right way to say something, or to say anything at all really. So why did she find putting a sentence together and saying it outloud so damn frustrating? There was no good answer, so she looked on silently, as always
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Jan 19, 2017 10:56:39 GMT -5
i love ur rambles <3 i cant wait to read
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 11:01:16 GMT -5
I've been rambling about Skylar's car for a paragraph lmao kill me))
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 11:02:26 GMT -5
Skylar Brennan
If Skylar noticed Stella's haughty disapproval at all, she didn't show it. She could be like that sometimes, so positive that others' negativity was lost on her. Nor did the fact that she was wearing pink and blue pajamas in front of the two most gorgeous hunks in existance seem to bother her in the slightest. Instead, she turned her attention to Ari and Aleks. That territory was much more comfortable to her, honestly. Ari was back downstairs, fully dressed and ready to go. Skylar was suddenly very aware that she looked like she'd literally just rolled out of bed. She'd go to Walmart dressed just like this, with her hair uncombed and wild and everything, if it weren't for the bad impression that it would give her friends. "Hold on a sec. I'm going to go get dressed." From that point, the lass took off, quite literally bouncing over to the stairs. She shot up the staircase, taking the steps two at a time, her hair flying behind her in the wild, curly way that it always did in the early morning before she put it up in its usual ponytail. Upstairs, once she was alone and unobserved, she mellowed out quite a bit, speed-walking to her room rather than running or skipping. Throwing open her closet door, she rummaged through the clothes she had inside, eventually settling for something that was much more mature than her pink pajamas-- faded blue skinny jeans, paired with a dark plaid flannel shirt and a pair of Converse hi-tops. She took care of those shoes almost as well as Aleks took care of his car, and after six months, they were still as clean and white as they'd been the day she bought them (Okay, she didn't take care of them so much as she just rarely wore them. Same difference, right?). She hurried to the bathroom, running a wet comb through her bright ginger hair until it lay smooth and untangled, before pulling it up into a ponytail at the base of her neck. For a moment she paused, admiring her outfit and tallying her freckles with distaste. Those freckles seemed to make the difference between her being "cute" and "hot" in the eyes of boys, or so it seemed. But she preferred not to wear any makeup; it felt weird on her face, and she thought she looked fine without it. After one more turn, she grabbed the keys to her car-- Aleks was probably going to drive them to the store in his precious, well maintained Charger, but she liked to carry the keys to her own car-- a '66 Chevy Impala-- around with her. Carrying the keys to her baby made her feel special, somehow, and she liked the way they jingled in her pocket. Then, turning off her light, she headed back down the stairs. Aleks was already outside, so she simply squeezed herself past Stella and the Hotties, then headed out the front door. She shot a loving glance toward her vehicle, shiny and sleek looking next to the more modern Charger. Her dad had bought it cheap off of a neighbor who'd been selling it; it had been a badly torn up and rusted sixteenth birthday present for her, and the pair had spent almost a year and a half restoring it to its former glory. It had been one of the last things they'd done together before his passing. Along with the love she felt when she looked at that beautiful light blue Chevy, there was always a pang of sadness and loss, even now, and for a moment the smile on her face faded to almost nothing, a look of longing crossing her face. The memory of her father was one of the few things that could sober her usually vivacious personality. Aleks and Ari both knew this, though it wasn't information that she'd shared with any of the others. Only with her two closest friends. Walking up to the car, she ran her hand along its hood before turning back to Aleks, the sadness now gone, though her smile was a bit subdued. "Ready to go whenever you are," she said brightly.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 11:08:34 GMT -5
they are tho xD))
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Jan 19, 2017 11:13:19 GMT -5
Ariella Faye Harper At the nod sent in her direction from one Mr. Sebastian Serafin, Ari knew that was her cue to leave. Not that it was something she was hesitant to do. Really, the twenty-one year old was quite ready to be off, getting this shopping trip out of the way so she could be at the gym before 10am when a big crowd generally appeared. Additionally, the atmosphere in the kitchen was beginning to shift to a more playful, suggestive mood, one with which the girl did not necessarily care to deal this early in the day. Or ever, really. That was a game for the big kids, the Rivers and Stellas of the world. She was a lowly little Ariella who was content living her life, hating most people, avoiding emotions, playing some volleyball, and doing math problems. It was in this little world that she was most content, where she wished to reside.
Returning his nod though he seemed to have shifted his attention to the pretty Ms. Hamilton, the raven-haired lass moved across the kitchen to where the third member of her trio of friends stood and shot the other girl a warning look. She had heard the comments exchanged before she had ascended the stairs and knew that Skylar was barking up the wrong tree. Hadn't she learned by now to leave Stella Hamilton alone? They had all left high school behind, but that didn't stop the fact that she had the ability to make Sky's life miserable.. While Ariella didn't have any problem with the brunette, she did her best to avoid confrontation with that particular housemate. They seemed to have a mutual understanding in which they were pleasant with each other seeing as they frequented the same parties, had a few mutual friends, and whatnot but were not close nor did they care to be. They had their own close friends and interests, few of which seemed to overlap, and they were content to be minor, background, passing characters in each other's stories. Anyway, Ari had never known what to think of Stella. The extremely pretty lass made herself appear to be out of her friendship league with her high class tastes and attitude and her slightly I'm-better-than-you personality. But while she didn't need to be friends with the other girl, she also didn't care to make an enemy of her housemate. Ariella would have much rather picked a fight with someone who didn't have access to her bedroom whenever they so pleased. I digress.
Ari wrapped her fingers around Skylar's arm and turned, pulling the other girl toward the door. She wasn't going to let her typically bubbly friend try to take on a monster, especially a monster without coffee or even a shower. "Leave it, Sky," she warned under her breath. She paused when she reached the door, glancing back at the other girl. Really? Letting out an exasperated sigh, she released Skylar's arm, folding her arms across her chest. "Go put on real clothes. I may have little fashion sense and Walmart may be the land of the weirdos, but I am not taking you out dressed like that."
While Miss Ariella Faye Harper had the fashion sense of an athlete who knew nothing but sweat and sweats (excluding party-going garb, of course), she knew what was acceptable in public and what was not, and she would not let her friend walk out of the house in children's pajamas. That said, Ari herself was adorned in her typical critical, unamused expression, tastefully paired with gray sweatpants, an old white volleyball practice shirt, and sneakers. It was common lounging dress for her, though she occasionally switched it up, maybe throw in some leggings or a vest or something every now and again. When it got warm out, woahhooo, watch out, she added crew socks and running shorts to the mix. But this shouldn't have been a shock. Ever the athlete, Ariella looked the part always, ready to jump in and play whenever and wherever she was needed. It just seemed to be in her blood. This paragraph turned into a mess, my apologies. Anyway. Athlete clothing and whatnot aside.
Suppressing the urge to make more off-hand comments to anyone in the group, Ari picked up her duffle bag and made her way toward the side of the room, stopping to lean against the doorframe as she waited for Skylar. Her dark, judgemental gaze drifted from face to face as she watched the other mill about. Aleks had already disappeared out the door while Mikkel had just appeared with his typical "I loath you all" air. Hannah was scurrying around acting busy, doing god knows what though Ari didn't care to know. Sebastian's attention had been directed to Stella, and Rivers appeared his usual cool, collected self. A thoughtful frown graced her lips as she focused on the trio of ever attractive college students. They led night lives similar to her own, yet they always seemed out of her realm, like she was watching an occasionally interactive television show. It confused her so. Her attention drifted from them to survey the entire group. Now how in the world had they all been thrown together like this? Would they be able to make it work with such different personalities and varying degrees of tolerance?
"I'll be heading to the gym after our errands if anyone would like to tag along," she spoke after a moment though doubted anyone would take her up on this offer. [ sorry, it got a bit jumbled and rushed toward the end ][/font]
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 11:16:11 GMT -5
Sorry Scar ^^'))
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 11:26:52 GMT -5
That's fine. Ur rambling is beautiful tho
If you want, I can just repost mine so that it flows a little bit better? That way mine would be after yours [though the flow wouldn't be perf since I don't feel like actually editing either xD])
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 11:28:57 GMT -5
Alright cx))
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 11:29:42 GMT -5
why is ari so cute ugh omg i love her i love ur rambles <33
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 11:37:38 GMT -5
but like skylar tho Ari is so adorable I can't even
I also don't wanna go to my class that starts in 20 minutes and is aaaaaaaaaaaaaallll the way on the other side of campus from the library
I just wanna sit here and be here with u guys))
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 11:42:41 GMT -5
shes a grump but i love her ily2<3
ugh i have a doctors appt rn and i dont wanna go lol
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 11:59:05 GMT -5
tfw I just walked all the way across campus just to discover that my prof had cancelled class "to give everyone time to get their textbooks and do their assignment" when we were technically SUPPOSED to get the textbook before the first class but 90% of the class didn't))
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Post by mags on Jan 19, 2017 12:10:42 GMT -5
i wanna cry i hate doctors appointments help
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 19, 2017 12:50:00 GMT -5
Tbh I'm still rlly mad at my soc professor like what the heck))
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