#abusemade

BILLY HARGROVE + personality types for @abusemade ENTJ - Commander | Scorpio | Chaotic Neutral | Type 8 - The Challenger | King - Powerful, Authoritative | Sanguine | Fire | Reed - The Inquisitor

     Well, the first day of high school was certainly interesting. Theo hadn’t walked in a high school in a couple of years now, though she seemed to blend in fairly well with the younger kids - some she was only four years older of. However they’re meant to be rather normal & inconspicuous in behavior & appearance - had it not been Theo daring to punch a girl for talking smack already about them.

She hates Hawkins. It’s mainland and mainstream and there’s no oceans. She can’t taste the salt on her lips or the wax and sand beneath beneath her feet. There’s no endless sun and no citrine torches. No one knows what a malasada is and no one understands kuleana. No one talks the way she does and no one talks to her at all.  Except Jonathan. 

She snorts a little bit at that and reaches across the cement, still warm from the day’s heat, to crank up the volume on her Walkman. A glance at the paraphernalia around her...it’s almost all borrowed from her brother, who’s gone. From the shirt and shorts crumpled up near one of the deck chairs beside her towel. To the beer cans that stood staring at her as if defying her to drink them. The leather jacket with his car keys. With a pack of cigarettes and a lighter half sticking out of the pocket. None of that brings him back, though, does it?

And maybe she’s too wound up in her own world to notice that she isn’t alone at the pool any more. 

Indiana? Of all the places in the country to move to and have a fresh start, they chose a shitty little hick town in Indiana? Maybe because her mother thought there'd be less women around for Ben to cheat on her with in a small town. Violet still couldn't wrap her head around the fact they had packed up and moved as a family when they clearly hated each others guts right now. A divorce was so obviously justified yet they insisted on trying to make things work, it was fucking tiring.

The highschool was pretty much like her last one, most seemed to have their little clique, none of which she was going to make any sort of effort to be a part of. As long as she could slip past everyone all the way to graduation she'd be golden. Except, staying invisible doesn't often work when you're new, at least not for the first few weeks as she was learning the hard way.

Ronnie didn’t normally DRINK this much while at a party. She usually had a two drink MAXIMUM so that she could enjoy the rest of her night whilst still remembering it all               but tonight was different. Tonight she had decided to just let GO and perhaps that was a mistake. For being only five foot tall, she could be considered a LIGHTWEIGHT. And after just a FEW more drinks than normal, she was letting loose.