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     she couldn’t help but smile when she heard his voice. “damn right i am.” charlie said with a chuckle, squeezing him extra tight before letting go, balancing her weight on her good foot. she was so happy to be seeing him. “why would people think it was you ? that’s insane.” charlie said, brow furrowed at the thought that people would assume he would ever hurt her. did he have a remarkable ability to annoy her ? yes. would he ever hurt her ? no. “i’m fine, mostly. just a little beat up, both literally and psychologically. it’s really good to see you, though !”

his hand rests on the small of her back, prepared to catch her in the event she loses her balance— not to mention just to be near her. He almost felt guilty as if he did do it. Though there was no way in hell he actually would lay a finger on her, or anyone for that matter. ❝ ‘dunno. ❞ he responds with a shrug. He smiles a half smile at her words, something about her brought a spark to his day and he’s glad she was happy to see him. ❝ Can I grab something for ya’ ? where ya’ headed? ❞

✈ ??? @minuh ◌ starter //

He sits down in a huff across from the other girl, he’s been dodging calls and ambush attacks all day. It reminds him of high school in Geneva on the rare occasions they’d pull him out of class or catch him after school to answer some ridiculous question about his father. He takes his dark frames off and dumps his things on the table alongside hers. ❝ For starters, acab but— those fucks won’t leave me alone today, they just keep calling me and trailing me around campus. It always has something to do with dad but I think a freshie squealed and mentioned me in relation to that fucking Polaroid killer. ❞ He drops his head on the table with a loud groan ❝ Maybe I should’ve just robbed a bank at this rate ❞ his voice is muffled into the cherry wood table.

✈ ??? @lonemyths ◌ starter //

No child ever wanted to turn into their parents— but Francis and Conner had a very particular situation. The thought of making unfathomable amounts of money only to run around spending it at tennis clubs and a pair of earrings to save your loveless marriage. That isn’t to say Conner wasn’t enjoying the perks now, here he and Francis were; enjoying the last days of summer in Maine eating at a ridiculously over priced club house whilst Soup topped off his 2nd bottle of imported wine. He squints over the top of his glass at Francis. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of running away from it all ❝ then let’s fucking do it. ❞ he says casually as he sets down his crystal glass.

✈ ??? @sam-nittaya ◌ starter //

Wrong place, wrong time is all Conner has to say to be absolved of guilt and walk away freely. But he couldn’t think straight— amid all the chaos and kids scattering, too much was going on for him to clue in. All he could taste was the blood in his mouth and his ringing headache and sam crouched down besides him. It wasn’t the Polaroid killer for sure but, Soup couldn’t put the pieces back together. ❝ What happened? What did I do? ❞

Judah was almost obsessed with reading everything he could about what had happened during the attack after the bonfire. He was scrolling through the campus news article, and through several Instagram accounts to piece together events of the story. It was wild, to say the least, and he was thankful it hadn’t happened to him with how flagrantly he’d been wandering through the woods without regard to anything else. “Oh my god, this shit is intense. I like… sneak out late several nights a week to go party in town, but now I’m gonna have to start doing the buddy system or something.” He almost made an inappropriate joke about a friend being stabbed instead while he ran away, but figured it’d be in poor taste and too soon. Instead, he looked up at the person next to him as he walked. “Some people are thinking about withdrawing from school or going somewhere else. Honestly? I’m intrigued. Not to sound totally morbid, but this is probably the most interesting thing that’s happened since I dumped my ex this summer. Anyway, what about you? What do you think about all this shit?“

Though it pained him to not think about, he avoided all Polaroid killer related material. The stuff would set him on edge and have his finger hovering over the button to buy tickets back home. Not to mention, quite a few people on campus thought he was directly responsible. The only fear he expected at college was fear of failing a class— dying by axe wasn’t ever really in the cards. Doing his best to not be the most boring Kardashian, Soup can’t help but imitate Kourtney. ❝ There are people that are dying Judah!— but I’d never actually go home, I love it here...not to mention there’s nothing for me to do there. What about you, whatcha’ thinking? ❞

PARTIES. not exactly lucien tremaine’s idea of a good use of his time , he hardly considered most so-called parties his peers threw to be a good time any way you look at it. anyone who knew or recognized him at all would DEFINITELY be surprised to find him wandering through the crowded frat house with an entire bottle of scotch in one hand and a pack of cigarettes crushed in the other , but he had his reasons. what wasn’t surprising was the look of discomfort and slight panic in sharp blue eyes as they flitted around the room as if looking for SOMETHING.

upon spotting a mostly abandoned stairwell near the back of the house , lu was quick to DISAPPEAR up them. it didn’t take long for him to locate what appeared to be an empty room that he could slip inside of where he’d be left to his own devices which he clearly found the far superior option. the blonde art history major heaved a sigh of relief as he leaned his back against the shut door , removing a cigarette from the CRUMPLED carton and placing it between pale pink lips. 

lucien pushed off and away from the door to stand up straight , pulling out a matchbook and striking one to light the end of his cigarette. LAZY blue eyes lift to follow the smoke rising towards the ceiling , conducting a quick search for fire alarms only to find they had all been disarmed or broken to some degree. what else did you expect from a NOTORIOUS party frat , right ? but for someone who though himself rather keen and perceptive , lu still hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone after all.

In his three year tenure at Holloway, there may not have been a party Conner missed. The whole thing was his scene; to get lost in the crowd, feel like another number in the system. A feeling he never felt due to the nature of his family, they were noticed everywhere they went and handled with extra care. A coddled feeling Soup both hated and adored— floating through life without a care in the world but also never being able to get lost in a crowd. That’s partially the reason he enjoyed parties so, the copious booze and drugs helped as well. Whoever Soup was to you, he could just as well not be with the help of some substances. Maybe that’s why he was close with everyone because, he was a hundred different people, to a thousands different people at once.

Sometimes he had to disappear, to remind himself of who he was; whoever that might be. Far too fucked up to be wandering around a party alone, normally there’d be somebody under his arm but he was in the midst of love and couldn’t bear the thought of meaningless sex at the moment. Stumbling through hallways and walking in on a few busy couples, he finds the holy grail of a house party— an empty room. Without hesitation he chucks himself onto the bed to decompress. Silent tears escape meant only for him, he doubts anyone thinks he can cry anyways—besides Clyde but then his life was on the line. He’s interrupted by the turning of the nob and freezes in place not even moving to wipe away his tears. It’s once he’s sure the other person hasn’t seen him that he sits up slowly wiping tear stained cheeks with the back of his hand. ❝ Can I bum a rig? ❞ he asks with a sniffle, through the darkness he can’t quite make out who it is yet.

“Self-elected resident pervert, is it?” She arched a brow, but didn’t immediately shut him down as he voiced his generous invitation. Though she couldn’t imagine anything worse than a bunch of Decker guys drowning in tequila, or whatever, she was smart enough to consider that this might be just the thing to win over some of her more difficult team members. Emma had been fun, easy-going, excellent at parties. Clara didn’t really want to think ‘what would Emma do?’ (her thoughts were too occupied with the answer to the question ‘what should Emma do?’, which was ‘go fuck herself’), but the answer here was obvious. “Okay,” she nodded, slightly tentative, “sure.” She tried not to sound too strangled as she added her thanks.

❝ witty, I like that— ❞ except he didn’t really actually. One of Soup’s proudest achievement was that he was decent to women, if you consider sleeping with someone, and never calling them again to be decent. He made a valiant effort to be respectful and decent towards other human beings even though his perfectly punchable my-daddy’s-a-lawyer face said otherwise. Again he tries the charming smile, in an attempt to offer some warmth and comfort. ❝ what! really!? you’re on the guest list then and make sure to wear something you don’t mind getting wet. ❞ Rowing girls was a big score, and Soup really thought it would be harder than that. ❝ but before I go, tell me more about you so I can make sure you have great night, ❞

CLOSED FOR @soooup·

     as soon as charlie saw soup, she couldn’t help but to wrap him in a tight embrace. sure, the two had a werid relationship and sometimes they couldn’t really tolerate each other but at the end of the day, they were friends. “oh, i’m so happy to see you.” the short blonde said right before letting go. “how are you ?” 

What does one do in the face of death? It’s a question soup hopes he never really has to ponder but he’s still reeling from the premise that his friend ( if charlie would even consider them that ) could’ve have legitimately died. Soup was oddly fantastic at hugs, not to mention the blonde’s petite stature made it easier to lift her off her feet. He’s never been so grateful for someone’s physical presence before. ❝ oh thank god you’re alive, ❞ he says with a sigh as he lets her go. ❝ I’m fine, I’m whatever, mostly concerned with whether you were okay. Everyone thinks it was me for some reason, ❞ 

Though a group of freshies had prematurely ended their bonfire evening, Conner was determined to not have blue balls forever. Not to mention he also just loved to see her. There he was making his way to their famous library, far too confident for someone walking in without any books anything really for that matter. Those who could afford to look up from their textbooks saw the cheekiest little smile plastered on his face as he strolled down the aisles of tables. Eventually he stops at Kaia and his long fingers nudge the cover of whatever book she was reading so it closed. He meets her eyes with a charming smile, ❝ come with me, I got somethin’ to show ya’ ❞

                     clyde closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “ of course it is,”  he’s torn between wanting to laugh and banging his head against a tree for bringing them here in the first place. he looks up at the sky and tries to recall everything the boy scouts taught him about finding guidance in the stars. it’s completely useless considering he quit after three days. connors words snap him back to reality and make his eyes widen, “ nope. ” he says shaking his head. it breaks his heart to see his friend fall apart right in front of him, soup’s the best person he knows and the last he ever wants to see cry, “ no. shut up. don’t you start saying shit you don’t mean just because you think we’re dying. ” clyde uses his thumb to wipe off a tear running down his cheek. he tucks a strand of blonde hair behind his ear and forces him to meet his eyes, he tries to look for the right thing to say but ends up drawing blanks. later he’ll blame his actions on the booze and conner for stressing him out; one minute  he’s rolling his eyes at his friend’s speech about mortality and the next he’s pressing his lips against conner’s to shut him up. the kiss itself is nothing special, both of them too drunk and too scared to make it good. somehow it’s the best thing that’s happened to him all night. after a few seconds clyde’s the first to pull away, “ okay, um, let’s start walking that way,”  he stops to point east, “ that’s the way out. trust me, ” it’s just a sophisticated guess but it’s better than standing here doing nothing. afraid to look back at connor, he takes his hand and starts dragging him away.

❝ you think I don’t mean it? ❞ he sputters, honestly if Conner could step outside his own body and see himself right now, he’s sure he’d look pathetic. But then Clyde’s hand is on his cheek and wipes away a tear. It’s almost shocking, but in a good way— a welcomed way. Almost as if he doesn’t mind Clyde’s touch being the last thing he felt on earth. As a naturally affectionate person, the gesture from Clyde doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s almost like the world stopped spinning for the two of them and nothing could touch them. But the words do not stop overflowing from Conner’s mouth because he’s not quite sure what he’d do if they did. But Clyde answers that question for him, when his lips press against Conner’s. If kissing Kaia was like Christmas fireworks at Disney World, kissing Clyde was like 4th of July fireworks at the state fair. There was something there, and Conner certainly didn’t have to dig deep to find it. The kiss albeit brief, has Conner speechless. He just stares at the back of Clyde’s head as he drags him back in the direction of what he can only hope is that bonfire. They’re not gonna’ talk about this tomorrow but, god damn it Conner wishes they would. 

❝ All press is good press, ❞ his father once said when his company was in the papers for potentially employing guerilla death squads. Though that kinda’ thing you can get away from with the right PR people and a few happy accidents. Having the school’s premier source of gossip label you as a potentially murderer however? much harder to get out of. That’s not to say he wasn’t excited to have his name on everyone’s lips, he just wished it was regarding something entirely different. 

Walking around in a disguise didn’t really help his whole ❛ innocence ❜ thing but after a few days, the stares were getting scary. He’d walk into a room and it’d fall silent. So he’s resorted to the good ‘ole Marvel disguise of a baseball cap and shades. Head down averting his gaze from everyone, he plops into the seat opposite of his companion. ❝ It feels like the fucking children of the corn out here, fuck me. ❞ he mutters knocking the brim of his hat up a little. ❝ You know I’m not actually a killer right? ❞ he leans in and says with a stage whisper— just in case his companion had any doubts.

her hair cascaded around her tanned, bare shoulders as she shook with laughter listening to him make a list as if he were a good student working for an a. “i would not expect anything less from you, love.” she used the term of endearment between the two of them loosely in their past times, as it was a pet name she had habit of thanks to her upbringing. “dont even try to front like that, you totally did!” she gasped, jokingly pushing his shoulder back with her words. being pulled in for an expected kiss made kaia’s head go into a tizzy as if she were a cartoon and the little birds were flying above her head in circles. her body pressed against his allowing her to deepen their kiss as his hand tangled into her brown mane. she bit her lip while nodding a bit hesitant at first, “you promise that youll protect me if something scary happens?” she looked at him as a hopeful child would look at their biggest hero. already knowing the answer, she foraged on with conner going even deeper into the dimly lit woods. 

He smiles and laughs, that warm and fuzzy feeling blooms from his hands and spreads all over his body ❝ Of course I will, you’ll never end up in a polaroid. ❞