arty carty

Zion nodded again. “Imma have to talk to Karma if you’re my good comin in. I thought i’d be compensated in money or someshit, you boutta help me make money?” He joked alongside with her.

“ouch, i am a fantastic reward thank you.” the blonde mocked offence with a hand to her heart momentarily. rolling her eyes, “how? send me off to a frat house? I think i’d rather leave you broke.” cartia laughed. 

“i was talking to the pretty blonde behind you, but i could be talking to you as well if you so please, love.”

carty glanced behind her before shrugging, “nah i think i’ll live, love.” the younger blonde spoke back with a smirk.

“Well I like to speak my success into existence.” He said with a small nod, it was true. Zion was always preaching about the successes he’d soon have, it was a way for him to stay positive when all else was negative.

pursing her lips as if she understood while nodding. “oh i’m cartia by the way.” the connections only just linking that he had introduced himself. “y’know who knows maybe your luck is meeting me? i’ve heard i’m quiet a good asset.” joking really, but her tone didn’t let that on just yet.

Zion nodded as he looked around, seeing if she had dropped anything else. “Yeah I believe in that karma bullshit so I expect something good to happen to me today.” He said with a small chuckle. “I’m Zion.”

cartia grinned as she tucked her paint brushes into her bag, this time zipping it. “you realise you defeated the purpose by saying you expect something good?” the younger girl chimed, her blue eyes staring up at him. 

“Yeah I definitely didn’t want you to lose it.” she chuckled softly and handed it over before crossing her arms. “Mind if I join you? Could use a latte..”

nodding her head, “not at all, more the merrier n stuff.” the blonde smiled cheerfully. she was enjoying being at a school where nobody really knew to much about her. “i’m cartia by the way.”

“I was asking if you dropped this.” He told the girl as he had multiple paint brushes in his hand. “Looks like they were coming from your bag.”

carty glanced to her backpack which was indeed open and back to the others hand as she came to a stop, “oh... um yeah those would be mine.” cartia laughed awkwardly as she collected them from him. “ah thank you for like the good deed n’ stuff.”

“Yes! I was.. hun you dropped this.” Violet explained as she reached out, wallet in hand with a soft smile on her lips. “Don’t wan’t you to lose it.” she purred and handed it over.

cartia turned back to face the other blonde, stopping in her tracks this time, “oh cheers,” taking her black YSL knockoff wallet gratefully. “yeah especially seeing as i was on my way to buy a coffee, that could’ve been super awkward.”

He pursed his lips before rolling his eyes at the new study partner who had graced him with her presence. “She’s a teacher.” He explained unable to hold back the smile that graced his usually stoic features as he shook his head at her coy words. “She taught me a lot of things.” 

“huh, fancy that.” carty mumbled as she opened her own text book and notebook. noting the page with the date in her pink pen. “well then presumingly she doesn’t approve of what ever you where meaning by smoke.” the blonde was busy copying the highlighted quotes as she spoke, occasionally glancing through her thick lashes  at him.

It was good etiquette to have your phone silenced in the library, but there were a few calls worth breaking the rules for. When his mother’s number flashed across the cracked screen of his phone he didn’t even second guess his decision to abandon the table where he left his work splayed out to wander the shelves in search of privacy. Their conversation dragged on, his mother’s words stern and filled with wisdom and worry as she pleaded with Dakari to talk to his younger brothers who always decided to cause trouble the second he left the 6 to go back to school. 

Blindly he made his way back to the table where he left his valuables, more focused on the conversation at hand than the world around him. “I’ll talk to you later, mama. I love you.” He cooed into the phone in a sweet tone few, if anyone, ever heard from Dakari. It wasn’t until he hit the end call button that he noticed a presence sat at the table he had deserted. “Shit, man, you’re finna give me a heart attack.” He said with a nervous, wry chuckle before taking back his seat. “You don’t want no smoke so what are you staring at?”

a small grin on the female on her face looking up at the other. she had taken the table because she thought it was open but now she had put a few thing together in her mind after hearing the last words of the phone call as she had sauntered past him. “now did your mama not teach you bout sharing.” cartia teased playfully, truly meaning no harm.

“Can someone fucking explain to me why the fuck the guys I share a house with are fucking slobs. Like clean up a bit or no women are gonna wanna sleep with you.”

monty: heyyoo monty: wyd

“okay – which one of you fuckers told the pledges that the tequila was free game last night? – i was like seven shots away from having fun and – – god fucking dammit, one of them were hella crying. you know how hard it is for me to not punch a man that cries.” 

( scarlett leithold | female |  freshman | she/her ) Welcome to New York University, the epicenter for millennials in The City That Never Sleeps. (CARTIA JACKSONS) knows this well. While majoring in (ART), (she) has rushed to become a (PLEDGE) at (ALPHA ZETA OMEGA). (Her) Greek Row brothers and sisters would describe them as (AFFECTIONATE) on a good day but also sometimes (IMPULSIVE). When I think of them, I think of (PAINT STAINED SKIN, DANCING ON TABLES & DRINKING TILL SHE FORGETS  ).{ Bree | 19 | aest | she/her } ( Art club & Cheerleading team )

tw: alcohol, verbal abuse, depression.

“Wow and I was really striving for a 10/10. I guess the tattoos and bitch face just doesn’t do it anymore.” He nodded. “You didn’t use washable paint?”

shrugging her shoulder’s despite him not being able to see, “look most people don’t intimidate me. i’m like not a judger.” she explained, dropping her brush into the jar of water and collecting her camera so she was able to snap a picture of her art. “i mean it’s acrylic but like... it’s on your back.” cartia was rather amused to say the least, the idea of the struggle was an selfish amusement.

“You sure? I don’t think they’ve seen mine yet.” Zion chuckled with a smirk and he squeezed his bulge. “Wow an easy target? Thats a new one, most people find me intimidating.” 

rolling her eyes, “intimidating perhaps? maybe like an eight out of ten.” carty mumbled as her focus continued on the image at hand. “you’re gonna love trying to wash this off.” the brunette smirked, as she did the last finishing strokes.

Ingrid was leaning against the wall of the bar, abandoned long ago by a failed Tinder date. Giving out a bored sigh as she sipped on her gin and tonic, she turned to the person next to her. “Okay, we’re on a date, and you have to give me your best ice breaker question. What is it? Go!” She prompted them, giving the person a small, encouraging smile.

“ah wow, um.... fuck  i don’t know?” cartia let out a small laugh as she was completely caught off guard. “but i guess it depends, there is sexual ice breakers or normal. so?”