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🍋 you have recieved a bitter graham !! your prompt is … is there anybody in brielle that you are crushing on ?? tell us about them …

Whose idea was it to play these STUPID ice breaker games? It wasn’t as if Demi didn’t know the people surrounding her – in fact, she knew them all too well. As it was getting later, some patients disappearing off to bed, the brunette joined the nearest group around, plonking herself down in the circle – brushing shoulders against Atticus. It seemed as though these luau parties were just for playing SHITE games like ‘never have I ever’ and ‘would you rather’. They were in Mexico, for fucks sake. People should have been doing the limbo, dancing around in hula skirts and making idiots of themselves, rather than trying to dig their way into peoples lives; DESPERATE to know their secrets. To tell the truth though, Demetria was being narrow minded. Sitting here in this game was a good way for her to discover all kinds of dark secrets about the people that she was living with. Soon enough, her hardened expression had melted into something more relaxed – hazels glittering under the dusky night sky, ready to start listening but of course, Dante had pointed in her direction FIRST; spitting the controversial question at her. 

With a sigh, Demetria pulled her knees to her chest – a small smile littering across her lips, cherries curving upward at just the thought of HIM. His name didn’t even need to be said for a series of butterflies to rush to her stomach, sending her into a F R E N Z Y. There were hundreds of patients in Brielle Institute. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt to brag about her love interest to the friends surrounding her. The question was though – where could she possibly start? Maybe if she just told everyone what she had told Charlie, that would suffice. But at the same time, she wanted to tell them EVERYTHING. The brunette knew she would have to spare a couple of the details, however. 

“Well... He has these HYPNOTIC eyes. They’re like the clearest of seas, a beautiful blue that I could stare into for hours. His body is carved to PERFECTION – I’m pretty sure that he was literally made by the GODS. I’m talking abs for days, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, collarbones with these back muscles that resemble a superhero. His hair kinda flops to one side when he tilts his head in my direction, his smile is fucking beautiful... I can’t forget his personality either – he is literally the most ROMANTIC person that I have ever met. Cool and composed, adventurous but exciting. We have this connection that just fits like a puzzle piece; our humours are the same – inside jokes, finishing each others sentences... And NO – I am not telling any of you who he is. I have to leave a little mystery. How else will my name remain on your lips?”

Golden flecked hues glided over to Tic – a smile clambering to her cherries as the fire within her eyes igniting, glowing immediately into his direction. The beauty had even stretched out towards him, giving his arm a light brush with her fingertips because he seemed HAPPY. Demetria wasn’t sure whether he believed that she was talking about him – or if he was just glad that she had managed to find somebody who treated her like the QUEEN that he was. Had anybody been else been watching, the small look that she had shot in his direction ( as well as the little gesture  of affection ) might have just made it seem as though she was talking about him. Atticus was romantic; he did whatever it TOOK to impress somebody and he was good looking with a body to die for... But he would never compare to Jared – nobody would.

With the roaring fire, the laughter and giggling of the people around him. The boy was sitting with the group. Still debating on leaving the fire and just get back to the ocean, for the little time he could still enjoy it. Before he knew it the question was asked. Apparently there was a game of truth or dare going around the fire. Looking into the lit up faces of the other patients, the grin of Dante on the other side of the fire, Demetria sitting just beside him. All eyes on him. “Uhm-” The question got him flustered. He could feel his face getting even warmer. “L-Let me think about that~” He said softly, people waiting in anticipation for his answer. Like everyone actually fucking cared. Like anyone in the institute cared about him... He was just Charlie, you know. The dude that’s always being a little bitch, crying, feeling o so fucking sorry about himself. There are so many things the boy regretted. Starting with not standing up for himself. Or not having a better mask. Not having any fucking balls and wanting to please everyone that’s a pretty big one. The chatter around him slowly continued. People probably growing tired of waiting on him. Even the brown hues of Demi finding something more interesting.  “Not saying goodbye~” He whispered into the fire not even noticing the people that had heard him say it. He didn’t care who heard it. And what people would seek behind it. For him it was the fullest truth. The thing he regretted most.

Not saying goodbye, the moment his sister stormed through the front door. Not making it up. Parting on each others bad sides. Fighting like some fucking teenagers. Not even thinking about the sheer possibility of not seeing her ever again. His biggest regret was not being able to say sorry to his sister. His biggest regret was her dying instead of him. She was so full of life. Had plans. Whilst he never had any. He wished he could never wake up, even when she was still around... His biggest regret was having to say sorry to a lifeless body, a shell, something that couldn’t hear him. And most definitely couldn’t respond. “I’m off.” He said softly as he got up. Part of him hoping someone would follow him onto the beach. Part of him hoping he could step into the ocean and drown himself without anyone knowing.

Barkin raised a brow at the figure in front of him. “Wow, I didn’t realize that I had been scheduled for a therapy session.” Cheating was a staple of his parent’s relationship. He knew the ins and out of it very well. Identifying a healthy relationship would probably be out of the man’s realm of skills. Why did I even agree to this again?, he thought to himself as he struggled not to roll his eyes, choosing to sigh instead. “If you must know, I grew up surrounded by infidelity and the problems it caused so I’m not too interested in the idea.” It was an excuse that he liked to use when the truth is, he didn’t care enough to have a stable relationship. The kind you would have to have in order for cheating to be an issue. It’s kind of hard to cheat in your friends with benefits relationship. Shrugging, The man added. “As for being cheated on, I have to tell you, I’m not entirely sure. If they did then they were pretty good at hiding it.” Probably for the best in their case., his mind added silently as he clenched his jaw. Growing impatient, Barkin began to pace. “I don’t see why it matters anyway. Especially to you. What kind of question was that?”

“...you do realize we have plenty of good lookin’ people here, right? So are we goin’ on looks alone or personality included? Also, are we talkin’ ‘bout consequences too?” there were too many factors to consider in his opinion.

Mauling over the question Sebastian took a long drag out of his bottle of Jack to help him think.

“Goin’ on looks alone I would say Elise,Becca, Dana - even if she’s not my type, sorry hun - Jared? Nah. Not really my type either. We really lack male staff department lately. Maybe that security guy? Lance? Toni’s out of question...Faulkner and Capello are kinda cute, but they are inters so nooope.” he made the p really pop.”See? Too many factors.” he huffed.

Huh. Now that was a GOOD one. Placing her guitar down and taking the question into true consideration, the hollow ‘thump’ of it’s wooden body reverberating against the wooden log that she was sat on, Dana ruffled her digits through her lions mane -- brows knitting together in deep thought. There were plenty of things she would have done, if she was telling the truth. The top of the list was go for a pee... It had to be WEIRD not having to sit down and wipe the delicate folds of your FLOWER. Ugh, why were women described as such gentle objects -- men got all of the tough descriptions when it came to phallus. Then there was going to the gym... Comparing her natural weights and capability to her newly found physique. Hell -- she’d probably even C A T C A L L someone, just to see the stupid gratification that curdled in her stomach, leaving a bittersweet taste.

Despite all of this, there was one thing that Dana was truly curious about. Nobody cared about the wallowing, miserable, depressing bitch sat in the bar behind a guitar. Nobody bothered to look up and listen when her symphonies followed through the microphone, spilling out to the floor and flooding through the doors of every bar she had ever performed in. Why was it that even when it came to music, there was an ENTIRELY different perception of males? The blue haired therapist had seen it too many times. Take one of her most recent patients as an example; Jackson Trudeau. He was a rockstar.

mentioned: @just-jim-balon

Does it count as a dare if everyone knows it’s literally impossible?

Zoe laughed along with the rest of the group encircled around the campfire, although the idea of the dare made her palms sweat. Jim was within sight, but evidently not a part of the group playing this game. Through the pale dusk light, the glow of a cigarette burned in his languid fingers. His face wasn’t visible through the dappled shadows, but Zoe already knew how it would end. With a ‘fuck off’, and that was if she was lucky.

Not that she didn’t like Jim - actually, his detached nihilism was a strange sort of comforting. Maybe because Zoe felt like she didn’t need to perform, because he was already bound to be disinterested, as he seemed to be with everyone. The lack of expectation was nice. And while Zoe was sure he would hate anyone to speak on his behalf, she felt with some confidence that he would like nothing more than to not be involved in this game. It felt as though people were laughing at him in a snide way - oh, there’s Jim, the asshole, the brooding one that never smiles, let’s give someone the impossible dare of making him laugh.

It felt mean-spirited, and Zoe wasn’t mean, in spite of her proclivity for bad boys. Dares were only fun when everyone was in on the joke, and Jim wasn’t. “That’s not fair, he’s not even playing.” The group booed, amused and disappointed, at her protestation. “Come on, I’ll do a truth instead, but Jimmy’s obviously not playing.”

Firelight, warm and dancing, illuminated the glee on Dante’s face as he watched the game of truth or dare make its way around the campfire circle. It was a stupid game, he was aware, but it was also fun - he loved the juvenile laughter and the way it made all of their problems melt away, if only for the night. He was seeing new sides to people, sides he had never imagined existing before.

He’d been waiting eagerly for his turn to come - he already knew he’d choose truth, because it struck Dante as the more fun option. The expectant smirk on his face smoothed itself away into a look of fleeting discomfort, though, when the question was posed. Shit, wasn’t this supposed to be funny stuff? Several possibilities flashed across his thoughts: Never mind, your scrawny ass is actually kind of a turn off. Look at those nasty track marks, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole - god knows what diseases you’ve got. No, you can’t blow me for H, that’s fucking pathetic.

“He told me I couldn’t stick it in because my massive bear cock was too big and he was worried it’d hurt.” Dante answered, after barely a breath of hesitation. No one wanted to hear the truth in truth or dare. They wanted to hear something funny.

“🍭 you have recieved a candy graham !! your prompt is … do a naked streak across the camp.” 

Oliver was standing around the campfire with the rest of the patients when the idea to play truth or dare came up. It was expected since no campfire ever ended without taking part in some typical game such as truth or dare, spin the bottle, two truths and one lie and so on. He was in a mood to join in and do something fun for once. The thought of having to share something deep in front of all these patients made him feel incredibly uneasy so therefore without hesitation he chose dare.

Upon hearing what he had to do, he placed his head in his hands and laughed silently. Usually a dare of this kind would make most people rather nervous and hysterical, but not Oliver. He felt comfortable with his body and being naked even when people were watching did not worry him in any possible way. Moreover, he had lost count on the amount of people that had seen him naked in the hostels where he lived in the last two years. Perhaps one of the main reasons why this task did not make him feel even slightly anxious.

After few seconds, he stood up from his spot and began taking off the layers of his clothing one by one. First he took off his shoes and socks off, placing them right next to where he was sitting. Then he calmly removed his t-shirt and shorts and put them neatly on the ground next to where his shoes were lying. Taking one last glance at all the people staring and waiting eagerly to see whether he was going to do it or chicken out, Oliver smirked and got on with it. „Alright, let’s do this“ he nodded and the final layer of clothing covering his toned and average in weight body came off. After he was fully exposed in front of everyone he placed his hand in front of his manhood and started running towards the opposite side of the camp. He was so relaxed about this whole experience that it might have even seemed strange to the rest of the group. He took a little circle around the garden, then across the cabins and then began making his way back to the campfire. When he arrived few minutes later, he sighed breathing heavily from the exercise he had just performed. „Well I must say this was fun“ he smiled to the rest and started putting back the clothes he took off starting with his underwear.