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PLOT \\ Clash Skins Verse

         London, population 8.5 million, was a place where faces were supposed to blur together. At first they thought they were just seeing things. Everyone could slip up from time to time, and think that they were recognizing strangers not worth recognizing. Fresh graduates from Roundview College fled from the city of Bristol, some to New York City, some to Manchester, and all in the eventual pool of London’s metropolis. They were trying to escape the past, to run away from their troubles. What no one seemed to realize was the certain inevitability that the young ones, the reckless ones, always wound up drowning themselves in the city.           Did Tony and Michelle grow apart once they were separated by their university studies? Would James Cook ever stand trial for the murder of Dr. Foster? What would became of Mini after having Alo’s baby? So many questions would remain unanswered; so many relationships left undone by doubt and uncertainty, but chance promised a new fold of stories and futures. Every forgotten face would resurface, and new tales would be woven into London’s patchwork just as they had in that little town of Bristol.           A new age, a new year of 2016 brought these old friends back together. They were different now, some with briefcases, some with beards, and some with babies; but each shared a similar history. Most memories would be good, but others would bring about pain. Only reflection could conjure back Christopher Miles, Frederick McClair, and Grace Blood. What these lives still grasped was a certain sort of impact on those who lived on. Those who survived would merge in London’s pubs and avenues and – inevitably, as they always did – they would clash.

RULES \\

        ★ Muns & Muses must be 18+.         ★ Stay active.         ★ Stay canon.         ★ Do not use your muse’s Clash bio to interact with non verse muses.         ★ Keep drama IC.         ★ Cut your posts.         ★ No metagaming, godmodding, or ship forcing.         ★ Track the tag: v; clash skins

Clash is to remain canon in accordance with Skins UK seasons 1 through 6. Use of spinoff content may be determined by the role player to which that content pertains.

APPLICATION \\

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      Biography:

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         1. detailed reasons your muse has relocated to London,           2. life or relationship changes related to your muse,           3. current head canons,           4. new fun facts. ]

Submission of an application does not guarantee admittance.

CHARACTERS \\

Generation One

    ➊ Tony Stonem | 26 years old | OPEN     ➁ Michelle Richardson | 26 years old | not-nips + bio     ➌ Sid Jenkins | 26 years old | OPEN     ➃ Cassie Ainsworth | 25 years old | brokenstatesofmind + bio     ➎ Jal Fazer | 25 years old | OPEN     ➅ Anwar Kharral | 26 years old | OPEN     ➐ Maxxie Oliver | 25 years old | OPEN     ➇ Lucy Sketch | 25 years old | OPEN

Generation Two

    ➊ Effy Stonem | 23 years old | stxnxnm + bio     ➁ James Cook | 24 years old | xjamescook + bio     ➌ Pandora Moon | 23 years old | OPEN     ➃ Thomas Tomone | 24 years old | OPEN     ➎ JJ Jones | 23 years old | OPEN     ➅ Katie Fitch | 23 years old | OPEN     ➐ Emily Fitch | 23 years old | OPEN     ➇ Naomi Campbell | 24 years old | OPEN

Generation Three

    ➊ Franky Fitzgerald | 21 years old | OPEN     ➁ Mini McGuinness | 21 years old | RESERVED     ➌ Nick Levan | 21 years old | OPEN     ➃ Alo Creevey | 21 years old | OPEN     ➎ Rich Hardbeck | 22 years old | OPEN     ➅ Liv Malone | 21 years old | OPEN     ➐ Matty Levan | 22 years old | OPEN     ➇ Alex Henley | 21 years old | OPEN

A soft smile graced Cassie’s lips as she was nudged by her friend. Aside from all the drama, she was happy to have Michelle - or any friends - still there for her following her last stint at the clinic. “Fun. Definitely. We could always go into town?” she suggested. Tearing Chris away from anywhere that Angie was would be close to impossible, of course, and following Tony’s comments at lunch, Cass wasn’t sure how much time she wanted to be spending with him right now either. Plus, she knew enough about psychology for the time being, Cassie had decided, the human mind was far too complicated, and she was happy to leave it at that.  “I’ve not done the homework anyway.”

"Come on, then." She then linked arms with her friend.

        the usual bullshit – the perplexing NONSENSE bearing petty cruelty – that laid claim upon his lips remained stuck in his throat now. he could not believe his ears, a mild pang from fuck knows where riddled his being at the ANGRY words being spat back at him. he wanted to hear ACCEPTANCE from the other, he wanted to hear some reassurance that his apologies had taken effect and that he had been forgiven. because, damn it all, he had apologized already – even came knocking at her door late at night in an attempt for a ROMANTIC gesture. what more did she want? 

                                     ❛ babe, ❜ 

         he started, tone PATRONIZING almost, unwilling to back down. unwilling to take into account that Michelle’s anger was indeed meant and real and directed at him. 

                         ❛ this has gotten out of hand, yeah?                                     c’mon, let’s stop this. ❜ 

                                     let’s stop this useless,  ABSURD  fight. 

But the truth is, appearing at her doorstep or reciting all the poetry in the world wouldn't be a simple fix as it was in the past. She wants to be free of him--finally. Free of his demanding eyes, and the way he insults her, but there is something more tying the two together--more than she wants.

                                          elizabeth “effy” stonem:

                                          you’re too  pretty for your own  good  ;

“& people told me I’d never find her.” Dainty digits flicker 

to her chest, an over dramatic, exaggerated sigh teams  with sardonic words. The overall effect is only ruined by  a jagged grin which lies etched easily on lightly flushed  features, rum always painted her rosey, the taint clings  to curved cheeks.“-Well, at least we got some kind of white  Christmas, although I doubt white rum was what old  BING-Y boy had in mind when singing that shit.”

“Jesus.” Michelle let out, as she recalled everyone bailing her, leaving her to clean up the sticky remnants from the previous nights events. “I mean, it was a challenge to look even this semi presentable today.” Michelle stated. If that’s what you would call it. She tried to put herself as together as possible, all the while in a less timely fashion that was Michelle–she wanted to remove herself from that situation as soon as she could, not wanting to deal with her Mum. “A few of Mums curtain samples were saved?” She couldn’t say the same for the designs that ended up as a prop in their fun, mainly the one used as a makeshift blanket by Chris in the early hours following. Her Mum definitely told her it was Chris’ to keep. “Speaking of which, we’ve got Psychology, don’t we?”

“Oh - Well, you still look lovely,” she smiled with a shrug. Cass knew what went into Michelle’s usual routine - and she knew how long that could take, though she had to admit she saw no real difference between her usual look and today’s, despite the undoubtedly shorter time it would have taken her to get ready and out of the house today. As Cassie saw it, Michelle always managed to look lovely. (And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t envy her slightly for it.) Cassie recalled her friend’s mother mentioning clients when they spoke briefly this morning, and she was pretty sure that she had used one of the curtain samples as a makeshift cape at some point during the party, but she wouldn’t point it out. “Yeah, are you going?” The blonde nodded at the mention of their lesson, she herself, being a little undecided on the matter. 

“Knew there was a reason I LIKED you. Rum, creme de menthe, ozo & -um-RUM. We should do BULLBREAKERS they’re c o o l.”  

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Cassie smiled at the praise. Perhaps it wasn’t as well-earned as she had led Michelle to believe, but deep down she truly did believe that she was getting better, so it wasn’t QUITE lying. Or so she told herself. “Oh yeah, totally! Maybe Chris’ place. He never seems to mind.” Hosting the party in her own home was, of course, a no go. With both the baby and her somewhat, (to put it politely) outgoing parents, it wasn’t going to happen any time soon. “Yeah, I’m just glad I got away before all the shouting,” she laughed. “Did it take long to tidy up the mess?” Given the state of the house when she left, Cassie could probably guess the answer to that.