Hawthorne Academy of Fine Arts || Will you survive?

[CelestialCellar]

Quinton glanced down at his phone, his stomach tightening as he read Jake's name. Finally.
After ten messages, what could you possibly want?
Well... at least this established that she was definitely pissed. Even though Quin had been unconscious during her whole "tantrum" (as Nico described it), Destry and Nico had summarized exactly how Jake felt about their little fight.
Oh, I dunno. Maybe just wanted to know if you actually gave a fuck about me surviving. It's whatever tho.
He knew that he was being melodramatic, but he was still sort of pissed that she hadn't even bothered to ask if he was okay or anything --- had things been the other way around... Shaking his head, Quinton silenced his phone and shoved it into one of the pockets in his backpack, redirecting his attention back to Destry.
"So, what's the plan?"

"Shut up, I'm trying to think," Destry replied flatly. "Also, stop texting Jake. You're acting pathetic."
"I wasn't!"
"Yeah, okay. Cal just texted me, he's on his way."

Just come in when you get here. It's not locked.

Destry stood up, and began rummaging through drawers.
"What're you doing?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Seriously, why are you being so cryptic?" Quin's voice was raw --- Destry knew that he was low on patience at the moment.
"Have I ever let you down, Quin?"
"Yes."
"Oh really? When?" Destry turned around, flashing a mischievous smile.
"Well, first, you pissed off the most aggressive dude going at HA which definitely contributed to my concussion."
"Okay, well, I still wasn't the one to knock you out. And if you weren't such a puss, maybe you wouldn't have let yourself get hit so hard."
"Fair enough," Quinto responded, flopping stiffly onto Nico's bed. "But when I woke up on from the concussion that totally wasn't your fault at all ---" Quinton's voice was thick with sarcasm "--- you immediately dropped me on my face."
"Also your fault. I was trying to hold you up and you wouldn't let me. Ask Cal."
Quin shot a bitter glare in Destry's direction, choosing not to respond.

Lindsay's face was on fire. "Oh..." She wasn't necessarily upset about doing things with Trent, she was just upset that she couldn't remember it. She took a second to compose herself while he messed with his phone, getting up and rummaging through her closet to find an outfit to wear to the Rec.

"I would actually really like that," Hayden replied, flashing a dimpled-smile at Jax. She slipped from the counter, landing lightly on her feet. "Pick me up at my room in like... 30 minutes." Without waiting for him to reply, she turned and headed for the door, glancing over her shoulder to look at him again as she stepped into the hall way. ​

She heard voices coming from her room as she approached, and she her stomach squirmed uncomfortably when she realized that one of them was female. She hoped to god that she wasn't about to walk in on anything uncomfortable. Hayden decided to unlock the door as loudly as possible to give them some notice... just in case.

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[Tyche]

Jameson

The brunette was intently reading something on Twitter when something, or someone, collided into his chest. The impact wasn't as strong for him so it took him a second or two to look up from his phone and down at the redhead he had run into at McDonalds the other day. "Oh shit," he cursed, wincing at the comment the girl had made and hurriedly throwing his phone into his front pocket so he could lean down to grasp the girl's upper arm again, pulling her up in one fluid motion. "I am so sorry..." He held her by the shoulders for a moment, making sure the fall hadn't hurt her in anyway. "I don't understand why this keeps happening to me," he mumbled and then shoved his hands in his pockets, flashing one of his most charming smiles. "But it must be my lucky day." Jameson chuckled at his own stupid comment and then began rubbing the back of his neck, a nasty habit that occurred when he was nervous.

"Are you okay?" He raised an eyebrow, "I was just looking at something and I'm sorry again."

Connie

Connie walked into the conjoined kitchen between the dorms and was a bit startled to see two of her peers already occupying the kitchen. She had half a mind to walk out and come back later when it was empty, but her stomach was urging her closer and closer to the fridge without any regard for the blonde's social barrier. She just prayed that they wouldn't pay her any mind as she rummaged through the snacks in the fridge. Actually, her prayer seemed to be heard because the girl had gotten up and headed for the door. Connie smiled to herself. It took her a minute to find a lonely cup of yogurt in the back of the top shelf. She grabbed it and looked at the label, making sure it was anything but blueberry--she couldn't stand blueberries. It was strawberry so she also grabbed a plastic fork and quietly slipped out of the kitchen to the great outdoors.

She dug into her yogurt and decided to simply walk around Hawthorne some more. She honestly had nothing better to do today, the REC Party was where it was all going to go down. To be honest, she should probably go get ready for that...

Zeke & Braxton

Braxton was snoring softly under the shade of the oak so he didn't hear the beep from his phone, which indicated a text message. Zeke, on the other hand, heard his phone at the same time as his friend's so he fished it from his pocket and unlocked it. It turned out to be a message from Valerie, a close friend of the duo's from last year--Zeke was surprised she even came back to Hawthorne. He placed his ukulele in his lap so he could effectively reply back to her message.

To: Valerie >> Of course we are going to be there. You going to join us for the fun? ;)

He hit send. The two knew they were nowhere on the Homecoming Court so they had a plan to make the night a little more interesting. "Brax, get up man," Zeke smacked his friend's shoulder, hoping it would stir him. Braxton groaned, semi-waking up from his nap, "Is it party time?"
Zeke laughed and nodded, putting his phone in his pocket and grabbing his ukulele so he could get up and stretch. "Hell yeah, let's go get ready."​

 

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(( Sorry for disorganization, but it's better then no post at all. Plus I feel like shiz and I don't really wanna do all the codes and crap. -sigh- ))

Jake
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Her phone gave another chime, and Jake read the message that was displayed across her screen. Oh, I dunno. Maybe just wanted to know if you actually gave a fuck about me surviving. It's whatever tho. Jake scoffed, quickly typing back and pressing send. God you're impossible. Of course I 'gave a fuck'. Quit being so melodramatic. She tossed her phone onto her bed and glared at it, walking over to her dresser and looking through it. As if she'd admit he was worried sick about him. Ha, very funny. Her mind shifted to other thoughts, and she looked around for an outfit to wear. Rec party? Something casual but sexy. Should she ask Quinton for the hell of it? Why yes she shall! Jake strolled back over to her phone and quickly typed on the screen. Yo, you choose. What should I wear to this party tonight? Something really edgy & showy, or something simple and flirty. She sent the message and laughed before putting the phone in her pocket and pulling out a skirt. Hmmm..
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Nico
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Nico had walked with Cal to the dorm in a rather sour state, and opened the door stiffly and walked in. "Hey." He gave a small smile and tossed his empty Starbucks cup into the trash, moving to flop onto Quinton dramatically, and to mostly piss him off. "My bed's a bit lumpy," he paused, squirming around a bit, "and squishy." Typical Nico to try and play off his foul mood. He ignored any and all complaints from Quinton underneath him, and instead just hopped a bit and squirmed some more. "It's also talking. Wow, how high am I? 420?" He crossed his eyes and looked at Destry, flashing a small grin.
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Joanie
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After she had sent send, she decided to play some tunes on her small radio and jam out. Guns N' Roses? Heck yes! Skidrow? DOUBLE YES. Joanie laid on her bed and blasted the music, tapping her fingers to the beat and humming along softly. Her phone gave a chirp and she looked at the text Eryn sent, which was quickly followed by another. Amused, Joanie swiped the screen and read them, smiling to herself smally. Then we should definitely go. Can't have you turning into a couch potato on me, can we? I was contemplating on dressing up a bit. But then again, who really cares. She sent the message with a little laugh, getting up to rummage through her clothes. She had a nice floral dress she could wear, along with a cover up and shoes. Wait, was she actually putting together an outfit without just throwing it all together? Ha!
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Iris
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Iris smiled as Seven offered to describe the peoples' faces, taking it as one of the sweetest gestures....ever. "Nah it's okay. I can practically picture them already. Especially those rude cheerleaders at the party." He frowned, sighing. Iris giggled some as Seven added the little accent and O at the end of perfect. It just sounded so perfecto to be coming from him. As Seven moved to sit up a bit more, Iris moved as well so he wasn't crushing him, and cocked an eyebrow. "Oh My God, Eli and Infinity are related?" Iris frowned. "Something I'm missing here? I keep hearing about this HAGG person. Who are they...?"​

 

[CelestialCellar]

"I'm going to end you!"

Quinton's voice was muffled beneath the Nico as he tried to wiggle his way out. He heard Jake's text tone and began to wiggle more frantically.
"Seriously Nico, I'm gonna hurt you!" He wiggled one hand free, wetting his index finger in his mouth before promptly jamming it into Nico's ear. "REVENGE, MOTHER #@$!ER!" Laughing, Quinton finally managed to shove Nico's body off of his own, grabbing his phone and hopping on top of Nico. "You're right, Nico. Your bed is lumpy."

He looked at the messages from Jake and frowned slightly. What game was she playing? Because it wasn't helping his mood.
"Uhh. Idk. Edgy."

Destry rolled his eyes at Quinton and Nico's antics.
"This is borderline homo-erotic," Destry said to Cal, loudly enough for the other two to her.
"ANYWAY, we've got planning to do. I was thinking about starting some kind of riot when the Homecoming Court is announced. What do you think, Cal?"

Valerie read the message from Braxton with one eye raised, quickly typing a reply:
"Duh. I'm almost ready. Meet you guys out there?"
She hit send, hurrying toward the bathroom mirror, and checking out her reflection. She really hoped that she hadn't under dressed --- not that she should care. The only people who she was looking forward to seeing were Brax and Zeke, and she knew damn well that they wouldn't care.
She threw her phone into her purse, and stepped into the hall, making sure to lock the door behind her before heading to the Rec center.

@Tart
@Ghosty​

 

[Princess Rose]

Rose smiled at Anna and gripped the letter tightly to her chest. Her heart hammered away within her ribcage. She stood up and approached Anna's room foor. "The sooner I can get this over with the better." She could feel the tears starting to build behind her eyes.

Eliza groaned as she was once again hauled from the ground. "Man i just keep fallin for you." She said jokingly as she brushed herself off. "I'm fine dude no worries, although i should really kick your ass two times man." She gave a cocky mile crossing her arms over her Cap'n America shirt with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

 

[IceQueen]

Anna smiled as Rose got up, and she followed suit. "Let's go." She spoke softly, holding her friend's shoulders tightly as she opened the door and guided her out of her room and down the stairs. Seeing that there was no one around, yet, she breathed a sigh of relief, and headed towards the boys dorm with Rose.
@Poisoned Rose

 

[Namora]

E r y n
L A W L E S S
The Priah

Eryn continued to dry the dishes when she heard the chirp that signaled a reply via text, it only took a matter of two minutes to finish, and then the girl quickly put everything in its place. Admittedly some of the pieces were more damp than they should have been, but what could she say? She was excited, keen to hang out with someone who she found to be level-headed, intelligent and interesting, at least from what she'd seen thus far. She dried her hands, the tips of her fingers slightly prune-like from soaking in the soapy water, and plopped down on the couch to read the text, her eyes widened slightly at the prospect of actually making an... effort with her appearance, insert sharp gasp here. She smirked a little bit at the thought, and hesitated before typing in, "First and foremost, for the record, I would be one damn fine couch potato. Just saying. xP But in all seriousness, you should totally dress it up! I'll join you, and we can gallivant around, turning heads with our radiance xPPP"
With that she clicked send and rolled off the couch to make her way to her room, a hawaiian-style dress already in mind, as she strolled down the hall she opened her twitter to check the update from earlier. The girl kept her eyes downcast, looking into the screen of the phone which lit her features almost excessively within the dark hallway, her legs knew the corridor by now, the length of it, and the feeling of the carpeted floor beneath her bare feet were familiar and because of that there was no need to glance up. Her eyes scanned the tweet as she reached her door, her hand found the knob without so much as having to grope in the dark for it, she turned the brass piece and entered. She frowned slightly as she looked the words over again, flicking on the light switch with her elbow as she stepped into the little room she had made her own since coming down to live here. With a shake of her head she exited the app, and plugged her phone in to charge before strolling over to the closet.

This Hagg person was disgusting to her.

It was as simple as that. The character revolted her, he or she, or it was something she found distasteful. It wasn't the foreboding rec party comment that irked her, it was the trashy tip at the end. She had always hated gossip and scheming foul play because she liked to face her problems head on, not have people whisper and hiss around her. Eryn understood the skill, the art, of destroying people, she understood the power and influence words and stories had, and that just made her hate it all the more. In her experience, women were often the ones who used secrets to tear away and hurt others, that was one of the reasons she'd gotten along better with boys before, boys were simple. If they had a problem, they would usually tell you, not turn all your friends on you bother with any of that psychological crap. She boded on this as she scanned through the many unused dresses her mother had bought her over her years, picking out the black knee-length dress with blue blossoms on it. As she began to take off her clothes, she stripped away her thoughts on this Hagg person, aware that she'd bothered too much time with it already, knowing that grumbling internally about it wouldn't make any shred of difference.

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[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Lincoln

Lincoln walked a couple dorms down with Fiona till they got to the guys dorm, he knocked three times and waited. Not knowing if they said come in or who was there he came in seeing Quinton on top of Nico he chuckled. "You know what i really don't wanna know what happened." He looked over to Fiona. "This is a friend of mine Fiona." Link then sat down. "So i heard some shit went down at the party last night, shouldn't even ask if it was you guys."

@IceQueen @Tart @CelestialCellar

Calixto

Cal couldn't help but chuckle as the two fought. "Also your fault. I was trying to hold you up and you wouldn't let me. Ask Cal." Cal smiled. "Hey i wasn't holding him, i was making the way to the nurses office, but what i can say was in middle school that weak bitch couldn't climb a gym rope, no offense but that's fucking true." Lincoln then walked in and rolled his eyes. "Just what we needed, two more people in this small ass dorm." Cal kicked his feet up on top of the bed.



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[IceQueen]

~Fiona~​

Fiona followed Lincoln to his friends room, which seemed to have a lot of commotion happening inside. Whatever it was, it sounded like fun, unless she was the once receiving such a punishment. As they opened the door and saw the two men there, Fiona instantly flushed, being the flustered pile of awkward she was. Standing in the doorway, she watched as Lincoln walked right in, and all eyes seemed to be pointed at her. Swallowing hard, she waved and slowly walked into the room, shutting the door behind her and just standing there awkwardly.
@Poetic_Justic3 @Tart @CelestialCellar

 

[Justin]

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Hawthrone High School Students: By Shattered

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[fieldbox=Trent, lime, dashed]
Trent was confused with Lindsay reaction, he thought that she would be happy or at least liked the idea of them actually doing it. Trent just brushed it off, girls probably wanted to KNOW every detail of making love...was it making love? Trent gave a genuine smile towards Lindsay. "Well, at least the next time we will know we did it. So the pressure won't be on right?" Trent kissed her, giving her a reassuring look. "Let's go buy outfits for tonight, I know you've been waiting for that." Trent smirked, holding his arm out to escort Lindsay.
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[fieldbox=Jax, maroon, dashed]
"Okay..." Jax couldn't even get the rest of the words out, Hayden had already left the room. Jax sat down on the couch he had already changed so he didn't need to again. "Wow, I feel kind of bad. I'm going to use her and she doesn't even know it yet." Jax shook his head, going into his phone.
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[fieldbox=Seven, red, dashed]
Seven sighed looking at the blank stare on Iris' face. He pushed back his hair and readjusted his shirt. "Well, Hagg is this person who keeps sending these horrible messages about the students. It's like he or she knows the secrets of all the students here. Like Ashton's or Lindsay's and Eli's apparently." Seven grabbed Iris' hand. "That's not even the worst of it, every month a student goes messing, out of nowhere. I thought it was over but it's not." Seven just sat there holding Iris' hand. "That's who Hagg is."
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After getting in some practice shots, Artist went to the showers to rinse off the sweat and funk. After getting dressed he walked out of the school gym. "Wears my wallet?" Artist wanted to get a drink from the vending machine. When he pulled out his wallet he saw the number from the boy again. Artist just stared at it for a second. He closed the number around his fist. "It's do or die." Artist took out his phone and dial the number. "Hey...remember me."
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[fieldbox=Shine, #401906, dashed]
Shine didn't get a response from Kat or Fini, she just figure they were probably asleep or something. Last night was a crazy time. "I guess I'll see them tonight, hopefully." Shine flopped on her bed, with nothing to do until tonight she was bored. "Guess I'll get on twitter or something." She smirked and took out her phone.
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Ariana was in her dorm room, thinking about everything that had just went down. "Poor Eli and Infinity." Ariana couldn't believe that this had just happened. Eli and Infinity would have a lot to discuss now. Ariana was glad nothing was told about her...hopefully never. "I wonder what Kitti is up to." Ariana text messaged her best friend. "Meet me at The Pizza Bar." Ariana was hungry and The Pizza Bar had the best pizza in town. "See you soon, bestie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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While Kitti was talking with her roommate Kiara, she got a text from Ariana. "I'll be there in a few." Kitti laughed when Ariana wrote another message with a bunch of exclamation points. She looked back at Kiara. "Well, I'll see you later Kiara. Just got a text from the bestie. It was nice talking with you. Oh and if you want you can design the room anyway you like. I really don't care." Kitti really didn't care, she would barely be in the room anyway.
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Sage had found her outfit for the night. It was cute and flirty, just like her. She was in her room now, posing in her dress. She tweeted the picture of the dress. She had already got like 50 likes in a few minutes. "Everyone loves me, and they can't help it." Sage fake passed out on her bed, laughing at the same time. She was glad her dirty hippy roommate wasn't in the room, she could have a her alone time...which was really needed.
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[alexianFireflies]

Rosabel Sheperd
Rosie was in her room, lying on her bed and contemplating the party tonight. She wasn't really sure what she was going to wear, even, and while she knew some people had been planning for this for a while, she really hadn't been, and she wasn't sure what to do now. She already knew she wasn't going to bother with hair and makeup--she never did. But an outfit, well, she obviously had to figure out something for that. Sighing, Rosie headed to her closet and tried to pick her way through it for something acceptable, or really, anything that wasn't jeans and a t-shirt, because there was no way that would fly. Rosie despised dresses, and as a result she didn't own many of them, but finally she found two--one short and black, the other knee-length and sparkly black. The first one had a sweetheart neckline and was tight at the top, but flared out at the bottom, while the other was tight and clingy and also strapless. She wasn't really sure when she had gotten them or why, but she supposed she'd have to pick one of them, and after a moment of debate she decided she might go with the black, non-sparkly one...but she wanted a second opinion. Maybe tweet it and ask for some help? Or maybe she should just wait until her roommate got back and ask her opinion or something... Zaria was a nice enough person, so yeah, might as well ask her. Of course, Rosie was going to have to find some kind of nice jacket to go over it, to hide her arms, and tights to cover her legs.... Sighing, Rosie returned to her closet and picked out a pair of black leggings, which were easy enough to find, and then began rooting around for a shrug or small jacket that would work.

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Jake
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Jake smirked when she read the message from Quinton, surprised he'd even answered her question at all. And he would choose the showy one. Jake just rolled her eyes and smiled, typing up a reply. "Perv. But kk." She sent the text then dropped the phone to her bed so she could get ready. Edgy and showy, hm? She could have fun with this. Jake bit her bottom lip and looked around her drawers for something to wear. Eventually, after many conflicted thoughts, she settled with an outfit she was sure would work wonders. After straightening her hair and applying only her matte black lipstick, she was ready to go. She grabbed her phone and shot a text at Quinton. "Yo, I'm ready. When we leaving?"
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Nico
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Nico was laughing manically, that is, until a glob of spit was shoved into her ear. "You ass!" He hollered, the breath flying out of his chest as Quinton landed atop him. "Oof!" He groaned, then shot a look at Destry, that quickly shifted to that of a smolder. "Oh, don't pretend like you're not aroused right now." He wiggled his eyebrows. Just then, another person walked into the dorm followed by a girl. Lincoln, and the girl he'd heard in his room earlier. Lincoln's remark didn't even make him smile or chuckle like anything he usually said did. Nico quickly pushed Quinton off and sat on the bed, casting a quick look at the girl, Fiona. "Nice to meet you." He smiled stiffly, trying to seem friendly when really, he wanted to get up and walk out....possibly dragging Lincoln off with him in an act of pure jealousy. Who was this girl and why was she just now being so cozy with him? Nico bit the inside of his cheek to keep his envious thoughts in control. Instead, he zoned out and just acted like he was listening to Destry's plans, his heart heavy.
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Iris
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Iris frowned as Seven began to explain, his expression then shifting to disgust, then worry. "You mean... they just disappear without a trace? And they don't ever come back?" His eyebrows were furrowed together, his features stressed. "Seven... what if you or Ashton or even Lindsay get taken away? God, this is terrible.." He rambled, shaking his head as the other held his hands. "This HAGG person sounds really sneaky, ya know? I mean... I have secrets too, and I don't want them floating around the school." He shook his head once more, sighing heavily and leaning into Seven to rest his head on his shoulder.​

 

[IceQueen]

~Fiona~​

Fiona was getting used to being the quiet one when the one who was being bombarded by the person on top of him threw his attacker off him and looked at her. Fiona, being the frightened little lamb she always was, flinched and flushed as he stared at her, directly looking at the ground as he greeted her. "Uh thanks. I really don't want to intrude with what you guys are doing." She said, looking up slightly as she fidgeted with a strand from her bun. She really hoped he wouldn't be mad at her or anything, because she could tell that jealousy radiated off him, and she wondered curiously what she had stepped in on between Lincoln and him.
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@Tart
@Poetic_Justic3

 

[CelestialCellar]

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Quin rolled off of Nico, chuckling as the door opened again. Lincoln entered with a girl that he only vaguely recognized --- though he didn't really know her name.
"This is a friend of mine Fiona." Link said sitting down. "So i heard some shit went down at the party last night, shouldn't even ask if it was you guys."
"'Course it was," Quin replied, elbowing Lincoln and locking eyes with Fiona suspiciously. They'd all been close for a while, so he had faith that all of the guys currently seated (or sprawled) across the room would keep they mouths shut come hell or high water about the plans that they were currently making. Fiona, however, he wasn't so sure about. "We're actually in the midst of brewing up some goodies for tonight, as a matter of fact --- though it would be an awful shame if anyone spoiled it." He was staring down Fiona intently. She'd been talking with Nico, and he could tell by Nico's stiff posture that things were a little tense.
"Nobody would be stupid enough to rat us out, Quin," Destry piped in from the corner, lighting a cigarette. "I mean, seriously? Anyone who rats us out would have to move to a different state to escape these evil masterminds." Des flashed a wink in Fiona's direction, taking a long drag off of the cigarette.
"True," Quinton agreed, breaking eye contact and glancing down at his phone again. Jake had replied. He typed a quick reply ("We're plotting to sabotage the announcement of homecoming court. Come help out and then we can go.") before looking back toward Destry. "So what've you got, mastermind?"

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"Funny you should ask," Destry replied, sucking down the last of his cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray on his bedside table. "So I think we can all agree that the best time to start is right as the homecoming court gets up on stage."
"No sh---"
"Shut up, I'm talking. Anyway, I've still got plenty of smoke bombs left, and about a third of a case of firecrackers---"
"Seriously, dude? We can't reuse pranks. That's super lame."
"First of all, fuck you. Second of all, barely anyone has any memory of last night apart from you, and lastly --- I wasn't done yet, let me finish."
"Fine."
"So, we could use those as a sort of... distraction. If everyone thinks that's it --- their guards will be completely down for the rest of the party."
"Actually, that's pretty good."
"I know. We need two people to drop the lit smoke bombs around the crowd, and another person to set off the fire crackers in the hallways. I was thinking that Nico and Jake could take care of the smoke bombs, and I'd take care of the firecrackers."
"Okayyyyy... now tell us about the good part."
"Would you be patient?" Destry took off his shoe and threw it hard at Quinton. "This step will happen before its time to announce. While all of this is going down, Cal, Nico, Lincoln, and Fiona---" Destry shot a smirk in Fiona's direction before continuing --- "are gonna bust into the cafeteria and fill as many rolling garbage cans full of milk as possible. We can water it down if there isn't enough."
"I like where this is going."
"And I like you better when you're quiet. From there, you guys will need to roll them up to the catwalks over the stage. There's a lift in the back area --- I hope at least one of you is familiar with the theater, it'll be easier to find. Jake, Quin, and I will all stay down on the ground floor to signal you guys when to dump. When you hear the blow horns, dump the milk all over the homecoming court and then get the hell off the catwalk."
Destry leaned back triumphantly, flashing a quirky grin at Fiona again, challenging her to participate.

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"Excellent idea," Lindsay agreed, leaning against him for another kiss. "We need to look good when we're up on stage for Homecoming Court." She gripped his hand and lead him out of her room, barking orders at the dozens of workers as she went. "This place had better be spotless when I get back!" she snapped in a bossy voice. "You should drive," she purred, redirecting her attention back to Trent.

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Hayden decided to keep things simple, and was therefore ready and dressed in much less than the 30 minutes that she'd previously demanded, which meant that she had plenty of time to feel anxious about everything. Lincoln was gone, which she was mildly grateful for, so she paced the room anxiously wringing her hands.
"Now is not the time for a panic attack," Hayden muttered to herself, practicing the breathing techniques that her therapist insisted would help. She could feel it coming. "Calm down."
How could she, though? Her mind kept guiltily drifting back to Will. They'd hit it off so well --- kind of. But there were so many things standing between them, and Hayden couldn't stand it.
Then there was Jax, this new, mysterious, and handsome guy that pretty much swooped in from no where to mess everything up. But he was so good looking, and she had no problem talking with him...
She collapsed onto the bed, pulling out her phone and toying with the idea of canceling on Jax and texting Will...
No. Will was ashamed to know Hayden, and she knew it. Jax, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all. She shoved the phone back into her pocket, and continued her breathing exercises as she waited for Jax to come meet her.

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[IceQueen]

~Fiona~​

Fiona looked around at the other people in the crowd of the room, the light in the back of her eyes flicking as one of them lit a cigarette. The smell filled the air, and not that she wanted to be rude, but it sparked a lot of old memories for her that she didn't like. As they included her in their prank, she looked up at the guy, and shuffled her feet. "I don't know. I have never really pranked anyone before. Besides, what happens if one of us get's on the court? Then what?" She asked, biting down on her lip.
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@Tart
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[tart.]

Jake read the text and didn't bother answering, but rather just walked out and headed over. She soon arrived and just walked right in, and looked around the room. "Well damn, chill out on the tense atmosphere.." she murmured, looking over at Quinton and Nico. Nico just looked...gloomy. Jake cocked an eyebrow and flopped over onto him, trying to lighten his mood. "Bubs, stop looking like you're a kicked puppy.." she ruffled his hair and sighed, then rose an eyebrow as her eyes landed on Fiona and Lincoln. "Oh." Now she understood. Envious Nico. Geez, the jealousy practically radiated off of him. Yikes.

Nico

Nico grumbled as his sister walked in and instantly flopped over him, and frowned at her when she tried--tried is the key word here--to make him feel better. "Ha ha." He mocked a laugh, then looked up. "Figures. You don't look like the one to pull a prank. You probably can't pull it off, unless you want to prove you can?" He smiled, offering the challenge. It wasn't even that she was a bad person. She was actually really nice, but his envy kind of buried that.... Nico pushed his sister off and hopped up. "I'm going to get some fresh air... feels kind of stuffy in here from all the people.." he lied, walking to the door. "Come get me when we're ready to go." Jake watched him leave, then whistled. "Well shit. He's mad." She laughed, laying back in the bed.

 

[IceQueen]

~Fiona~​

Fiona was heavily confused by this situation. Nico was defiantly mad at her, like pissed. Rubbing the back of her head, she chuckled a bit and looked up. "Well it seems I am only causing a lot of trouble for you guys so I am just going get out of your hair. I won't tell anyone about the prank but, I don't want to cause you all more trouble." She said, sinking back and heading for the door with her head down.
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[CelestialCellar]

Quinton's eyes snapped to Jake as she entered the room. She looked good. He looked away quickly, as she tumbled onto Nico. Quin was still hung up on the kissing incident from the night before, and even though they'd seemingly resolved the issue later, he still didn't feel great about the whole thing. He felt bad, yeah, but he was a little hurt, too.
Quinton glanced up at Fiona when she mentioned the possibility of one of them being on the court, and he and Destry promptly burst into laughter.
"Us? On the Homecoming Court?"
"Yeah, right. No way in hell would that happen. You do know that people have to actually vote for you in order to get you onto the Homecoming Court right?"
"And seeing as the vast majority of the school dislikes us---"
"Not gonna happen."

Destry lit another cigarette as Nico left, trying not to roll his eyes at Nico's pouty disposition. Destry just couldn't take romance as seriously as Nico and Quin seemed to... at least, not anymore.
"Well it seems I am only causing a lot of trouble for you guys so I am just going get out of your hair. I won't tell anyone about the prank but, I don't want to cause you all more trouble."
Destry's eyes snapped to Fiona as she spoke, and he promptly hopped to his feat, quickly crossing the room in a few long strides, and blocking Fiona from leaving the room.
"Now, what sort of life is any fun without some trouble?" There was a mischievous twinkle in Destry's eye as he spoke, clearly challenging Fiona again. "Stop taking it so seriously, doll. You'll have more fun that way."
He took another long drag from the cigarette, leaning lightly against the door, a small smirk playing across his lips.

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[IceQueen]

~Fiona~​

Fiona was about to reach for the door when the smoker stepped in front of her, causing her to jump back and coughing at the smoke that was flying in her face. "A life without trouble has gone pretty good for me so far." She said, waving her hand in front of her face to get the smoke away. "And I say that so far I have had a lot of fun without pushing the edge." She said as she thought about it. She really hated the smell of the smoke entering her nose, it really brought back some memories.
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[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Lincoln

Lincoln smiled as he listened to the prank. "You guys know I'm in, haven't caused trouble since i went up against Trent, so hopefully he'll become prom king, then I'll show that asshole." Lincoln chuckled and sat back on the chair. I'm going to get some fresh air... feels kind of stuffy in here from all the people.." Link watched as Nico left, he could always see through his lies, and this one was too obvious. "Well shit. He's mad." Lincoln felt a guilty feeling in his stomach, his smile dropped. "Yeah i think he's right, it is feeling stuffy." Lincoln stood up and walked out the door, not even thinking that he left Fiona inside.

Lincoln quickly catched up with Nico. "Hey i know you were lying." Lincoln stood in front of him. "Is everything okay?" Lincoln looked outside the window. "Can we talk, i have to tell you something." Link looked to Nico hoping he would agree.

Calixto

Cal laid down rarely listening to the conversation until Destry brought up the prank. "Hey i think it's possible for Quinton and little Jakey to become prom king and queen." Cal chuckled. "Too soon?" Cal wondered. "But hopefully that Motherfucker Trent becomes king, I want revenge on that bitch!" Cal remembered an earlier thought. "So me and Infinity had sex last night..."
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