“what up, my name’s jared, i’m 19, and i never fuckin’ learned how to read. no? vine? not funny anymore? alright.

“𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 this place is so poor they couldn’t even afford award winning chefs. i feel like a low rank celebrity. is there anything lower than a D list celebrity? this is sick. criminal even.”

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“you were expecting award winning chefs?” harrison mused, quirking one brow. “i should’ve set my standards higher, i guess. i was just expecting edible food and i’ve yet to get sick, so i consider that a win.”

harrison was the kind of person that when he had an idea, it stuck in his head until he attempted to make it happen. so there he stood with a blender in hand, coconut scented ice both all over the surface in front of him and his shoes. “man, i just wanted a pina colada,” he whined to himself, staring at the mess as if he had no idea what to do with it now, unfazed as another stepped into the kitchen with him.

“not really. don’t get me wrong, i like dogs, but i like all animals. kinda rude to single one out.”

“facts. i’m not telling you what though.”



“you’re right, i didn’t.”

“correct. i can, in fact juggle.”

♢  ⤷   𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 

Elle was admiring the house with a glass of champagne in her hand, it was definitely smaller than the angles they used on TV made it appear, but she would live - hopefully. To be fair, she wasn’t entirely sure why she’d come on this show but during a high, everything seems like a great idea. Having arrived in the kitchen, the blonde was surveying the food situation when she heard footsteps. Glancing over her shoulder, she turned slightly in their direction with a smirk, a marriage of mischief and motives on her lips. “How open are you to striking up a deal? And can you cook?” She’d certainly never had to really learn - she figured she could follow directions on the meal kits but if she didn’t have to? Even better.

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harrison quirked a brow. he had never been a chef per se, but he could at least cook edible things every now and again. and on a reality show, deals were the whole point, right? “what exactly would i be trading my wondrous skills for?” he made it sound as if he were world-renowned, which was far from the truth. he allowed his eyes to pass over the blonde, his gaze suggesting nothing as far as interest or disinterest could go. harrison was good at always seeming just indifferent about others, even if he wasn’t.

      like  many  young  ,  attractive  reality  stars  ,  alessandro  was  rather  narcissistic  at  his  core  ,  a  longing  to  chase  adrenaline  and  pleasure  and  much  less  thought  going  into  natural  consequence  .  the  early  night  of  the  opening  party  setting  in  around  him  like  a  light  dusk  ,  he  was  aware  that  some  here  were  much  older  than  him  but  he  doubted  they  were  wiser  .  a  lit  cigarette  between  his  fingers  ,  exhaling  a  puff  of  smoke  ,  “  ci  siamo  ,  we’re  reality  tv  stars  now  ,  “  as  if  he  was  about  to  laugh  but  he  pauses  .  “  what  will  the  night  bring  ?  “  a  lot  more  philosophical  than  he  truly  was  .     

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harrison couldn’t be bothered to try to make eye contact with the other boy. even the other’s words barely sank into his ears, he really was just focused on the smell of the cigarette, and even though he rarely smoked, it made him want one. he liked to dabble as he called it, in more than just the age old cigarettes but he had a feeling most wouldn’t fly here. “hopefully the night brings something entertaining, because so far these reality stars aren’t setting the vibe.”

✧ OPEN STARTER ✧

It was getting later into the night, and the party had well and truly kicked off. People had started pairing up already, and the forming of ally ships, situationships and sinking ships was evident to any watchful eyes. Darcy sipped at her drink, that was watered down substantially. If any of her plans were to work, she had to keep her wits about her. The truth was, she’d been slacking. She let herself get blinded by the excitement and the newness of it all, and hadn’t even started ticking off her list. She’d retired to her room for a spell to grab a card game from her bag, but heard that someone had eventually followed her. Glancing up at them, she wondered how to proceed. She could have some fun away from the prying eyes of other contestants. “Want to play a game?”

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harrison found himself wandering aimlessly, which was not unusual for him. he frequently found himself unable to stay in one spot for long, like his limbs were constantly aching with energy. he hadn’t meant to follow the girl, it was rather subconscious, but he found himself standing behind her anyways. he gave her a tiny signature smirk. “sure. i love a good game. what is it?”