itâs now few hours into the party. a little tipsy, quite high, sheâs sat in the bathtub, a joint between her fingers, red solo cup resting in her lap. sheâs surrounded by clouds of smoke, head tilted to the side. she thought she had locked the door. or maybe she didnât think about it, at all. anyhow, when she hears someone walk in, she tenses up. but only for brief moment. soon enough, sheâs back at it, starting conversations in situations where they arenât quite needed. âfuck me in the faceââ the expression sounds almost too casual. âhave you heard of knocking? whatever happened to respect? i couldâve been fuckinâ naked, you sicko.âÂ
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đđđ  đđđđđ  đđđ  đđ  đđđđ  đđđđđ  đđđđđ  slipped  off  his  fingers,  brows  lifted,  and  dorian  glanced  over  his  shoulder.  despite  not  having  faculty  around,  he  couldnât  help  but  be  paranoid  as  he  slid  the  drugs  in  the  otherâs  hand.  âitâs  free  tonight,â  he  said,  voice  low  and  he  sniffed  before  stuffing  his  hands  in  his  front  pockets.  âif  anything,  you  didnât  get  them  from  me.  just  have  fun  tonight.â
free? brows are slightly raised, eyes studying his expression. sheâs quick in her movements, has done this many times before. the plastic bag is sneakily enough slipped into the pocket of her jacket, a small nod of the head following. a half-smile appears. âgenerous, sir.â she notices. âdid you lace it with fentanyl?âÂ
âiâm absolutely foaming at the mouth,â maja bared her canines and growled like some unidentifiable animal. she was tipsy and attempting to hold back a bout of laughter. âhey do you remember when people would claim to be rabiosexual and, like, want to get rabies? remember how that was a thing?â she questioned, a rum soaked laugh spilling out. âiâm sorry, iâm sorry. iâll be still. you can go. wait, no. are you sure you know what youâre doing?âÂ
brows raise, then abruptly furrow. then she squints, but before you even know, the expression is back to neutral. as in, seemingly bored to death. âno? i have.. never heard of that.â she admits slowly. âhow come it stopped being a thing? sounds fucking brilliant. hell, i would personally love a good dose of rabies. and getting to share it with friends? thatâs fucking cute. i love it.â she comments, the tone ever-so-casual. sheâs about to bring the needle back to the girlâs skin, when the other speaks again. babs canât help but roll her eyes. âno, maja, i have no fucking idea. thanks so much for checking in on me.âÂ
   â nah, man, iâm justâ â just as soon as maloneâs excuse was rolling off his tongue, naturally deep tone husky as each syllable was drawled out, his mind soon caught up with what exactly he was being accused of and a laugh was emanated from the brunet.  â rabies ? jesus, iâm not that fuckinâ bad, am i ? â clearly, he was. malone had been nursing some sort of delicious concoction out of a party yard cup heâd retrieved from god knows where, and had been venturing back to rejoin his brothers, but somehow ended up sat in front of babs with his sleeve rolled up, arm as a canvas for her to use. â mâsorry. look, i can be still, â he eagerly promised with the lanky neon pink cup nestled between his legs, before silently sipping at the straw. blue hues, glassy from the amount of liquor consumed throughout his journey, first observed his arm before lifting to fix on her. â so whataya doinâ ? â
"see, i donât think your face could get any redder.â a careful hand reaches out, brushes against his cheek. âyouâre burning up and wiggling like an epileptic salmon. if i didnât know better, iâd be convinced youâre feral.â she jokes, a small smile breaking the near nonchalant expression. âyou fucking better.â she informs. and just like always, it sounds more serious than planned. eyes rest on him, and for a second she seems completely thrown off track. âwhaaââ she begins, looking from the outline on his arm to the stack of papers on the table. âi thought we agreed on the deanâs face, on that... stingray? hold the fuck up.â she looks through the pile, eventually finding the matching image. to be fair, she canât quite recall whether she did actually consult it with him before, but.. hey, better late than never. she hands over the drawing of the dean himself, the face minimalistic, yet oddly accurate, drawn onto the body of a stingray.  âis that cool?â babs makes sure to double-check. âdo you fucking hate it?âÂ
âyou keep making that FACE.â zev argued right back, twitching again slightly where they sat with her. âare you sure youâve even done this before? because iâve never had a tattoo artist look like THAT whilst tattooing me.â and zev had plenty of tattoos- both professional and stick and poke- to show. they paused, and grinned. âunless my body is so deliciously gorgeous itâs just absolutely distracting you.â
"what fucking face?â she immediately spits back. âwhat face am i making, zevadiah?â brows raised, the overall displeased expression completed with a glare. she then squints, seems to be thinking about it for a second. âmaybe thatâs because iâm... not a tattoo artist. surprise, motherfucker. weâre in my motherâs basement and this is an old heroin needle. that thing?â she gestures towards the ink. âgunpowder and water. haha. looks like you've been owned.âÂ
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               ââ whoâs questioning your authority ?  ââ he asks , his voice higher than usual. if anyone was around to hear these two , it would sound something similar to an old married couple bickering for the thousandth time. the thought of someone telling him that made him wanna barf his brains out. light hues roll side-to-side , shaking his head to add effect. ââ really ? bet. iâll hold you to what you just said if it ever comes down to it so donât go CRYING when the hitman pulls out a knife. ââ he takes another drink from her mug , letting the warming green tea run down his throat. ââ can you at least tell me what you plan to give me ? ââ
"you are?â duh. âand frankly, iâm fucking triggered.â she states, even adding a nice little death stare at the end. for someone with no filter whatsoever, babs sure likes to play the offended person, a lot. âhah, cry! no fucking way. he pulls out the blade, i immediately fucking eat it.â it sounds a bit too confident for what it is. âhe sure wonât see that coming, now, will he? get wrecked, fucking.. hitman loser.â she then leans back in her chair, reaches for a piece of paper, waves it around slightly before handing it over. âhere. i was thinking âbout the upc for a gallon of skimmed milk. do you object?âÂ
          ââ I WOULDNâT BE SURPRISED , ââ he spews , a frown taking over his lips as he shifts around in his seat. he lets out a quick , harsh sigh , reaching for the otherâs mug of tea to take a swig. ââ LOOK , maybe we should do this when you arenât soâŚunder the influence. what if you fuck up ?  ââ he asks. â what if i end up with a modeling gig and they absolutely hate whatever you end up giving me ? â
she canât help but scoff at his words. eyes follow his movements, brows furrowing, a clear look of disapproval, but she doesnât stop him. truth? she doesnât seem to really mind. âoh, so youâre now questioning my authority? huh, well, thatâs fucking awkward. when have i ever done you dirty?â but sheâs not necessarily seeking for an answer, mostly because she knows he can probably come up with a few examples. âif it ever comes down to it, iâll let you come after me. even hire a fucking hitman, have him skin me alive so you can snatch my insurance money and get the best laser tattoo removal in the fucking states. word.âÂ
finn had a bad habit of wandering when he was bored, he wasnât a huge fan of being alone because that meant being alone with his thoughts which was something heâd rather not do. walking around campus gave him an excuse to just people watch and relax but as football captain he did get a bit of unwanted attention so he pulled his hoodie over his head and pulled the string tight, hoping that at a glance, he wasnât super recognizable. as he walked, he sniffed the air and immediately stopped in his tracks. if they were ever to have a superpower, sniffing out food would probably be it because heâs almost become an expert at this point. his stomach gargled loudly as the smell of deliciousness poured around him, he was starving now. finn followed the scent to a door and gently knocked before speaking. â uh - any chance youâre into sharing? â the jock chuckled through the wood, hoping this person was generous enough to share their meal because his mind wasnât going to think of anything else until then.
sheâs truly not expecting anyone to visit. not at this hour. all of her sisters are out, and she? sheâs been happily smoking a blunt in front of the tv, wandering around the house in just the underwear and cooking, what looks like, a family meal. see, thatâs what sheâs here for. as much as she doesnât mind spending time with the other girls, babs truly appreciates these moments where she can just do whatever the heck she wants for an hour or two before everyone gets home and scolds her for stinking up the house again. clearly displeased, she opens the door only to be greeted by the sight of... finn? sheâs just about to tell him off for the day, ask him to come back later, when katâs around, but then he speaks and she can instantly just feel the confusion. âto have the nerve.â she comments, looking him up and down before leaning against the door frame âwhat is it that youâre panhandling for, wilder?âÂ
âdo you have fucking rabies?â it comes out bit harsher than intended. babs lowers the needle, a clearly unimpressed look painting her face. sheâs pretty high, surprisingly concentrated and ready to get down to business. only if the other could stay still for a second. she reaches for her cup of green tea, takes a quick sip and puts the mug aside, eyes moving back to the person. âthis is not gonna work if you donât stop twitching.âÂ
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the two had been sitting on tadgeâs dingy-ass couch for what seemed like hours ( in reality only 20 minutes had gone by ) and he couldnât stop thinking about the area 51 memes that kept flooding his twitter feed. âdo you think aliens actually exist?â he asked as he turned to the girl next to him â his eyes at the tightest squint ever.
brows furrow slightly. she shifts in her seat, crosses her legs and turns to face him. âwhy not?â it sounds almost too simple. she exhales a cloud of smoke, before passing the joint over to the boy. âi mean, if we look at the world, itâs like this.â she explains by acting out a replica of the universe with her hands. âhere is the sea, which is, like, the bottom of the world.â she keeps going, very focused on her movements. âand here is space, right? and thatâs the toppest of the tops, you know? so, basically, we already know that there are some real fucking nasty creatures in the depths of the ocean. weâre talking.. properly disgusting lifeforms no one even asked for, so... it would make so much sense if half of that, but weirder, was lurking.. up there.â a pause. âmaybe it hasnât been discovered. maybe it has, but there are people who really donât want us to know about it. which, of course, is a fucking shame.â she studies his expression, tries not to laugh at how absolutely fucking stoned he looks. âwhat do you think?â she then asks leaning back, stretching her legs. âman, iâd totally fist-fight a fucking alien.â a blunt confession after seconds of silence.Â
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       â It wasnât that big of a deal. I didnât - I didnât have to go to the hospital or anything. â Sam noted , referring to the long scratch along his calf - it looked like it hurt , but seemed to be healing. Maybe it was because of the HELLO KITTY bandaids , about five , sticking to his leg - looking like theyâd been placed on by a toddler. Until the tall nursing major would correct , â My younger sister patched me up. She wanted to give me Superman bandaids , but I strictly asked for the Hello Kitty ones. I donât know , theyâre cute. â
to be fair, she seems more fascinated by the wound itself than whatever story heâs currently offering. a joint between her lips, knees pulled up to her chest. itâs as if sheâs trying to take as little space as possible. bored eyes move to his face. she blows out a cloud of smoke before shaking her head. âwooow, really? aw, so quirky. arenât you just the softest of all them boys?â a hint of mockery.Â
âi mean elon musk may make twitter jokes and not be as overtly evil capitalist as jeff bezos but that doesnât mean heâs tolerable.â kat slammed her neatly manicured hands down on the table. âitâs the over-consumption of personal media that causes us to become desensitized to his actions. if jeff bezos started tweeting about his anime girlfriend weâd all flip on a dime. all iâm saying is social media is warping our perspective of people by distracting us from their actions with fabricated wordsâŚyou know?â kat finished face flushed red from her impassioned speech.Â
sheâs sat there, and.... thatâs it, really. an open bag of tobacco rests in front of her, fingers holding onto a rolling paper. maybe, just maybe you could be fooled into thinking sheâs actually listening. expression remains nonchalant, bored almost, eyes focused on the task. carefully, she rolls the tobacco up into a slim stick, finishes it up and places behind her ear. glance finally moves to the girl across from her. âso, what youâre saying is we need to kill musk and take down the entire twitter. got it.â a simple conclusion.Â
â°â⎠MAYA HAWKE ,  21 , CIS FEMALE , SHE/HER â â wait , is that BARBARA WALDROOP? dean lockwood has been looking for them . you didnât hear it from me but , apparently the JUNIOR might know something about the whole omega chi & kappa tau situation . while they can be COARSE & FLIPPANT, theyâre far too WAGGISH & EASYGOING to be involved , right ? those who know them say theyâre reminded of BITS OF TOBACCO UNDER YOUR PHONE CASE, 80âS SLASHERS, STICK AND POKE TATTOOS, LISTENING TO BANDS NO ONE HAS HEARD ABOUT, PIERCING YOUR FRIENDâS NOSE DURING FREE PERIOD whenever theyâre around .  honestly , the VISUAL ARTS major should try to keep their head down . after the events of last semester , lockwood is out for blood . did you know that BABS is a member of ZETA ALPHA THETA? that might explain why their name is being brought up . Â
â°â⎠MAYA HAWKE ,  21 , CIS FEMALE , SHE/HER â â wait , is that BARBARA WALDROOP? dean lockwood has been looking for them . you didnât hear it from me but , apparently the JUNIOR might know something about the whole omega chi & kappa tau situation . while they can be COARSE & FLIPPANT, theyâre far too WAGGISH & EASYGOING to be involved , right ? those who know them say theyâre reminded of BITS OF TOBACCO UNDER YOUR PHONE CASE, 80'S SLASHERS, STICK AND POKE TATTOOS, LISTENING TO BANDS NO ONE HAS HEARD ABOUT, PIERCING YOUR FRIENDâS NOSE DURING FREE PERIOD whenever theyâre around .  honestly , the VISUAL ARTS major should try to keep their head down . after the events of last semester , lockwood is out for blood . did you know that BABS is a member of ZETA ALPHA THETA? that might explain why their name is being brought up . Â
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born barbara vlahakis to a then seventeen year old tabitha vlahakis. she was the unwanted child, the spontaneous hook-up in a bathroom stall gone wrong. her parents gave her up for adoption when she was around two months old.Â
the new family consisted of two loving dads, an all-american, former hippie, ex- musician and a danish philosophist. if weâre being all formal, her full name in the papers is actually barbara waldroop-sønnichsen, but, you know, just waldroop is fine.Â
she grew up in a suburban neighborhood in utah.Â
when she was five, her dads adopted a second child, a two year old girl. when she was seven, a six months old boy joined the household. and believe it or not? they were such a fucking happy family.
tw: kidnapping, murder, grief, cancer
that is, until her the youngest child, only seven years old, went missing. one moment he was playing at the park, just right across the road and the next? gone. vanished. and they searched for him like crazy, the police was on it, the whole fucking neighborhood. sadly, it wasnât until four months later that the body was discovered in a lake, about three hours from the town.Â
god, they were devastated. suddenly, life just became terrifying, unbearable for this family, and it would only get worse.Â
they move to indiana. try to start over.Â
two years later, mr. sønnichsen gets diagnosed with liver cancer. he dies within a year.Â
they move again, this time to connecticut, where they finally settle down for longer, make the place their new home. it took some time to adjust, but they got there eventually.Â
itâs been the three of them for the longest while now and theyâre super close. even though sheâs now in college, a full on sorority girl, she still makes sure to phone home at least 4 times a week. sheâs got the softest spot for her fam.Â
mm m mm, but aside from that, personality wise ⌠sheâs v sarcastic. bitter, sharp and outspoken, appears constantly unimpressed and easily bored. has a lot of thoughts to share but bottles up emotions. bad at expressing how she feels so she usually deals with it on her own or cracks some dumb jokes âbout it. sort of distant. picky, pretentious enough. doesnât trust easily. loyal to few, doesnât seem to give a damn about the rest. huge skeptic, always ready for the worst and so okay with it at this point. legit has a resting bitch face all the time. appears rough around the edges but a lot of it is just an act. seems like the quiet type but then when u actually approach she can babble for days?? most of what she says tho is utter garbage. she loves nonsense, shit thatâs absolutely out the window. the more ridiculous the better.Â
doesnât like to take herself seriously at all. she has p much seen life at itsâ worst and itâs kind of her thing to ... laugh in itsâ face?? does that make sense???Â
a lot of the shit she does, she does out of pure spite. donât tell her she canât do smth, bc, uhh ... guess whatâs gonna happen??Â
has always been super fuckin visionary and creative as heck. super into visual arts, performing arts. lowkey breathes absurdism.Â
fluent in four languages yaâll !!
can play the guitar and is actually a pretty lit singer?? she takes after her dad.
chainsmoking bitch. rolls her own cigarettes and laces them with weed so sheâs constantly slightly high.Â
has a septum piercing & a vocabulary that consists mostly of.... well, profanity.
rly into horror movies.
huge ADD.Â
dated an abusive scumbag for like a year when she was seventeen. has been v careful not to fall in love ever since.Â
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