( 1:15 am )  kinda sus how will didn’t like my zim post for like 10 minutes

at a party with @msucam.

jieun is this close to giving up. she’s spent way too long looking for her earring at this point, definitely way longer than the little thing is even worth. it’s a nice earring though, so finding it again would be nice, but at this point, she doubts she’ll ever see it again. 

it’s a small, insignificant thing in the grand scheme of her life, losing an earring, but she’d be lying if she said losing it hadn’t ruined her night. the party was already bad — she has no idea why she had even agreed to go in the first place — but then, just as she had been about to leave, she had noticed one of her ears feeling suspiciously empty. and sure enough, her earring was gone, having sent her on what felt like a wild goose chase across the party locales for that one, tiny little thing. 

but it’s no luck. sighing, she resigns herself to never seeing it again. she’s tired of this party anyway, has been tired of it for quite a while, and would’ve left already if it hadn’t been for that stupid, little earring. 

whatever. she’s out of here. she turns to leave, but just as she’s about to (because of course this happens with the luck she’s having today), she stumbles and falls into someone, nearly knocking them over in the process, but their grip on her is what’s keeping them both from falling over.

“hey. watch it, will you?” her tone is accusing, despite this probably being her own fault. actually, it most definitely is — she’s the one who tripped, after all. but when she conveniently falls into a man she can pin the blame on, she’s not about to apologize. she almost feels bad — the guy is cute, and it’s not like he did anything wrong but she is, as has already been established, annoyed. 

event starter for @msucam​ !

eve liked to view herself as someone who was enterprising and intelligent; she knows what she wants and she weasels her way into getting it. sometimes, this takes manipulation and even a fair share of ass-kissing, but she didn’t mind the cost as long as she knew she would end up on top. as much as she loved her own company and viewed others as annoyances, she wasn’t daft or naive enough to believe that she could work her way up all on her own. every powerful organization in the world was just that— an organization. she was aware that she’d need allies, and her favorite just happened to be extremely capable... maybe that’s why she tended to stick to him, despite how infuriating he can be at times.

starter for @msucam !

much of the rest of the carnival hadn’t been to astrid’s taste. she’d spent most of the time being pushed into competitions that she, of course, had to put her all into–she couldn’t lose after all. the rest of the time she’d been drinking spiked fruit punch and trying all the snacks available while lightly judging the outfits of the people around her. the things people wore to carnivals never failed to amaze her. 

but this, a bonfire, seemed perfect for astrid. especially since she’d managed to grab ahold of cam and tug him along to sit with her. they’re pretty far back in the circle of seating, just outside the pool of light the crackling fire is bathing the other students in. it’s a chilly evening, and she’d thrown on a soft, oversized hoodie to fight off the bite of the evening air. she’d, stupidly, not changed out of her skirt though, so her legs were suffering (at least she still got to show them off though–she often claimed her legs were her best feature).