{Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties
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				Title: <strong>{Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 16:38:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/bwp-outdoor-parties-header.jpg)</div> <br>A thread for the group story “Before We Part”. It is a modern post-graduation setting zooming in on the three months between high school's conclusion and the different roads traveled at summer's end. This thread is dedicated to all parties and social events that take place outside of a standard residence, such as at a campsite, a quarry, or other non-traditional location. Setting information will be in rotation, with older/retired locations being placed into Spoiler Tags.<br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Old Margaery’s Abandoned Home</span></strong></span></div> <br><div align="center">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/8053858140_777e724879_b.jpg) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/Abandoned-House-Kitchen-s1.jpg) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/peeling-paint-abandoned-house-living-room.jpeg)<br>(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/bedroom-abandoned-house-decay.jpg) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/Fairfax%20County%20Pool_1.jpg)</div> <br>About fifteen years ago, Old Lady Margaery simply vanished from this very house. No one knows where she had gone or what happened to her. Some say she fell down her stairs and broke her neck. Others say she passed in her sleep, peacefully. Others insist that, in an effort to conjure the spirit of her late husband, she instead conjured a demon that devoured her. Rumors circulate, but the truth remains unknown*.<br>&nbsp;<br>As such, what better spot to celebrate a funeral for the dreaded institution known as public high school? No parents, no chaperones, no nothing. Bring your booze, bring your weed, bring a hookah, ‘cause it’s time to celebrate in this dilapidated house just outside the property line of Garetti’s farm. Naomi’s band have brought a generator so that they can power their instruments and play outside by the empty pool… eventually… once everything is working.<br>&nbsp;<br>Despite being two stories, it’s not actually a very big house, and it seems like a lot of furniture and belongings have either already been removed or have been outright looted a long time ago. Dust, spiders, and perhaps even mice roam the place, though the majority of such local fauna are more likely to be hiding. Plenty of flashlights and camping lamps have been set up to give the home a rather haunting illumination.<br>&nbsp;<br>There is an upstairs, but due to the loud creaking of the wooden floor boards -- and even one or two outright cracking -- most residents of the party are sticking to the lower floor and surrounding pool area. No real food to be spoken of, but plenty of swiped bottles of beer and booze are littered throughout the kitchen.<br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">*Actually she choked on a chicken bone watching an episode of Oprah. Took about a month before she was discovered dead in her living room. The house would have been torn down and land repossessed by the state were it not given to Margaery’s daughter in California in her last Will and Testament. The daughter fights to keep hold of the property even though she seems to be doing nothing with it. But the truth is a lot more boring than the possibility of angry old lady ghost, eh?</span><br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Links to Other Threads</span></span></strong><br>Residence Parties (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268588.0)<br>Nights of Passion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268903.0)<br>Out of Character Discussion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268456.0)<br>Confirmed Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.0)<br>Interest Check (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268120.0)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 16:40:31</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Benny Rothschild<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Mercenary t-shirt (http://www.mercenary.dk/Shopfolder/merch/todd_tshirt.png), jeans, Converse sneakers, his trusty, dusty brown jacket that he should probably get cleaned<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Entering the Kitchen<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Broodiness, Underage Drinking<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>There was such a thing as being stylishly late to the party. Benny liked to be stylishly late. You didn’t look too desperate to be there and some people would assume you had shit to do. Basic psychological manipulation. Real pick-up artist shit. But if you arrived <em>too late</em> to a party? People just didn’t give a fuck. They’d already paired off into their groups. Decided who’d they would talk to, or even who they’d be screwing that night.<br>&nbsp;<br>Benny was fortunate that his mom wasn’t home -- he wasn’t even sure she was at the graduation ceremony that day, nor did he care -- but the presence of his sister put a major damper on things. Normally he didn’t give a damn that she was around, but he couldn’t exactly swipe her bottle of Patron while she was making kissy face with boyfriend number seven. Or was it five? He couldn’t keep track of all the dicks she was cultivating. All he knew was he had to hide in the basement, idly wasting time playing Prey until she finally dragged the son of a bitch up to her bedroom.<br>&nbsp;<br>And so Benny now arrived late, his sister’s Patron in one hand and his mother’s Jack Daniels in the other. He had quite a distance to walk seeing as all the cars were avoiding Farmer Garetti’s property. Or, more to the point, his shotgun. By being so close they only risked a noise complaint -- which would no doubt be called before the night was over -- but if you were actually dumb enough to park on the old man’s property you’d no doubt need to replace your windshields and tires. And if you were unlucky enough to meet the old man himself? Well, Benny wasn’t exactly eager to relive his eleven year-old taste of rock salt.<br>&nbsp;<br>Actually, Benny was surprised at the silence as he stepped onto the porch. <em>Relative</em> silence, at least. Plenty of conversation already as a few hipsters, goths, and metalheads smoked cigarettes on the porch, and a bustle of discussion from the curiously illuminated interior. No music yet, however. He could have sworn Naomi’s band was gonna play.<br>&nbsp;<br>He pushed quietly through the porch crowd and into the foyer of the abandoned house, where he was reminded of another reason why he disliked being so late. A couple of them, in fact. You had to push through a crowd alone, only emphasizing your isolation so late in the game. However, you also failed to greet anyone unfamiliar. What could be an excellent opportunity to meet likeminded individuals from other schools just became another venue to feel alone and rejected.<br>&nbsp;<br>Benny was skeptical of most of these assholes anyway. It was cool to be hipster, after all. Everyone liked to seem smarter than they were. Every fancy mustache, every vape, every over-priced goth ensemble screamed to him a bunch of fakers that weren’t pretty enough to stand out shoulder-to-shoulder with the rest of the preppies, and thus adorned themselves with the self-expression of others.<br>&nbsp;<br>What a bunch of assholes.<br>&nbsp;<br>Finally making his way to the kitchen, Benny dropped his sister’s Patron with the rest of the shit-water everyone calls “tequila” and grabbed a solo cup so he could pour himself some of his mom’s own Jack Daniels. He hadn’t even seen Naomi or Phil on his way in, and Aaron…<br>&nbsp;<br>Well, Aaron would no doubt have a shitty time with all the normies and maybe learn his lesson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 18:42:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Machine abuse and harsh language<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>NPC Bandmates(Ernie (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3c/13/1c/3c131c2574fc3d742e18b3b71d49005b.jpg) ; Greg (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/7d/db/147ddba132ad6d7ac1ae4aab4eab875b.jpg) ; Lee (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/80/23/cb/8023cb8199921c444358b137e9ac10c3.jpg)) | Everyone(Sorta) | Closed<br><br><br><hr><br>The members of Pearl Lipstick had arrived early, in order to set their shit up and try to make sure everything was ready for when people started arriving.&nbsp; Of course, they completely underestimated the degree to which trying to arrange a decent sounding and functioning system in the backyard of an abandoned house would fucking suck.&nbsp; Thus, while they'd managed to sweep the trash and leaves out of the bottom of the pool, at least enough to give them the space for their instruments at the deep end, and had gotten everything set up...the generator was still not working.<br><br>To tide people over, their bass guitarist, Ernie, was providing some seriously <em>lame</em> alternative entertainment in the form of amateur magic tricks, while Naomi worked on the gennie.&nbsp; Lee, the drummer, and Greg, the electric guitarist/keyboardist, stood around watching her curse and fiddle with the machine, which they'd borrowed from her trailer.&nbsp; Finally, Naomi rose from a crouch and wiped her hands on a rag from the back of Ernie's van, glaring at the generator.&nbsp; "Right...here goes."<br><br>She yanked the cord, heard the familiar sound of the gennie <em>trying</em> to work, and hauled back to give it a righteous kick with the sole of one of her battered leather boots.&nbsp; She was rewarded with the damn thing finally turning on and she let out a celebratory cry, turning in a circle on the spot and pumping her fists in the air.&nbsp; "Fuck yeah!&nbsp; Let's get this shit going, before Ernie starts pulling scarves out of his ass!"<br><br>She tossed the rag back into the van and led the other two members of Pearl Lipstick through the mound of trash and rotting leaves at the shallow end of the pool and to their instruments.&nbsp; After a few minutes of checking sound and adjusting mikes, tuning and the like, she grinned up at the people starting to wander over to the edge of the pool, tossing her hair back and purring into the mike like some alien, yet alluring, combination of a vintage motorcycle and a jungle cat.<br>'<br>"Hey there...We're Pearl Lipstick and this is Affection (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5soixb2U6xM)."<br><br>She swayed and twirled languidly along to the slow, dreamy music as her bandmates played, her eyes closed.&nbsp; The indirect glow of the multiple strands of white Christmas lights draped over the edge of the pool and strewn around their 'stage' area sparkled in the sequins on her short top and glittered on the bangles sliding up and down her arm as she sang, creating a kind of cheap, yet evocative, magic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeveredDreams</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 19:02:02</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Winters<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> corset (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1RhO1JFXXXXcRXFXXq6xXFXXX4/LAUWOO-Retro-Gothic-font-b-Black-b-font-Brown-Steel-Boned-font-b-Corset-b-font.jpg) ,[Skirt (http://www.devilnight.co.uk/1469-5210-thickbox/black-leather-short-gothic-skirt.jpg) , torn up white fishnetsthigh highs (http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8402/8703685458_28870f590c_b.jpg), Collar (https://img1.etsystatic.com/064/0/5254172/il_fullxfull.773501367_sv3j.jpg), Earrings (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=41501626) Makeup,&nbsp; as is typical dark and heavy.<br><strong>DAY: </strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Entering the Kitchen<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> resting bitch face,&nbsp; cattiness<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Benny,&nbsp; Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><br>Sarah also arrived late to the party,&nbsp; mostly because she had been dealing with Raven.&nbsp; The sort of old hat goth who lived near the liquor store.&nbsp; She despised him, probably more than most.&nbsp; Everything about him just screamed creepy,&nbsp; and not in the fun sipping wine while sitting on a headstone type creepy.&nbsp; It was the desperate sort of thing,&nbsp; where he seemed to just be begging for the acceptance of those younger than him.&nbsp; Still though,&nbsp; she managed to get him to grab her a nice bottle of vodka.&nbsp; When asked where she was going,&nbsp; Sarah had pointed him in the direction of prep party.&nbsp; She didn’t want him anywhere near the gathering tonight.&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn’t exactly dressed for the trek through the fields,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; there wasn’t much that could be done.&nbsp; The old abandoned place was her favorite place to party.&nbsp; She once found the old woman’s prosthetic leg sitting up in the attic.&nbsp; It had recently become the center piece of weird in her bedroom back home.&nbsp; It might have smelled like mold, dust, and mildew…&nbsp; but it was quite striking.&nbsp; <br><br>Anyway.&nbsp; She was moving through the field trying to keep the tall grass from getting her garments to cluttered.&nbsp; She was well,&nbsp; a girl who tried to keep herself impeccably preened.&nbsp; It was silly of course,&nbsp; but, with her rather new found confidence,&nbsp; she always tried to keep up the best appearance.&nbsp; That might have caused some issues with some of the other outcastes. Everyone knew she came from money,&nbsp; and was often seen getting manipedies,&nbsp; and was one of the more frequent visitors to the salon.&nbsp; <br><br>When she did eventually get into eyesight of the old house,&nbsp; she stuffed a black cigarette into the slender stem of that surgical steel cigarette holder.&nbsp; It was adorned with a combination of skulls and roses.&nbsp; One of those long digited hands lifted upward sparking her zippo to life and took a long drag.&nbsp; The girl always was one to try to make an entrance<br><br>She moved towards the porch,&nbsp; those slight hips swaying ever so slightly back and forth.&nbsp; Her rather well toned backside was easily visible in the slinky short skirt that she wore.&nbsp; &nbsp;She gave a little nod to her friends as she passed by with her bottle held in hand.&nbsp; Almost as soon as she made it onto the steps, she cracked open the bottle and took a deep drink.&nbsp; <br><br>The young woman even gave a soft exhale of smoke from her black painted lips,&nbsp; before inhaling once more into her nostrils as she opened the door.&nbsp; &nbsp; She strolled into the walk way, and right into the kitchen.&nbsp; There was the asshole,&nbsp; standing pretty much right in front of her.&nbsp; Her pale blue eyes rolled upwards into her skull.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had hoped he would have been playing with his hetero life mate tonight.<br><br>She placed her bottle onto the countertop.<br><br>“I thought you would’ve been chasing Aaron around a pool tonight.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She said rather simply.&nbsp; Her voice still had somewhat masculine connotations,&nbsp; but the goth girl had learned to hide it ever so slightly with an almost sensual purr.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 19:28:46</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Moving through the house, ending with him out back by the pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>A simple flip of the coin had made that fateful decision for Jonas.<br><br>And one look at the run down shack made him want to try and flip a coin again.<br><br>Jonas had heard of the abandoned house before.&nbsp; It was the kind of urban legend that ran rampant during youthful summer days between kids in the neighborhood.&nbsp; Tales were a dime a dozen about what lurked in the old house.&nbsp; Ghosts.&nbsp; Hobos.&nbsp; Hobo Ghosts.&nbsp; Whatever it was the kids were afraid of those days.<br><br>But in his life, Jonas had never had a reason to go to the old, rundown, forgotten house.&nbsp; As a rule he stayed away from the house, and not because he always would have rather stayed inside on his computer than play around with a bunch of weirdos his own age.&nbsp; It seemed scary, like the kind of place hobo ghosts frequented to get high and haunt people and shit.<br><br>Yet, there he was, on that warm summer morning, going into a house that was filled with weirdos of a different sort.<br><br>His nose crinkled at the nauseating scent of cigarettes, weed, sweat, and an abundance of Axe Bodyspray.&nbsp; While he walked up to the house, entering the dilapidated building, he couldn't help but to try and think of a way of possibly sneaking back into his own house, rather than some abandoned hobo home.&nbsp; If he had it his way, that was where he would have been, doing whatever his heart pleased.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead, dear ole Mum and Dad kicked him out of the house that evening.&nbsp; He should get out, they said.&nbsp; He should enjoy life, have a bit of fun, they urged.&nbsp; He should go out and enjoy the night, they had said.&nbsp; Go have some fun, they said, go get laid, they teased.<br><br>Jonas wondered if they had also meant go get a tetanus shot, he thought, looking around at the place that just screamed MOLD and TETANUS and FIRE HAZARD.<br><br>But he didn't let his sunny disposition that evening get in his way.&nbsp; Jonas moved through the house, nodding here and there to the very few people he talked to and recognized on a somewhat daily basis, before emerging out into the back yard, and the band that was playing.&nbsp; Not bad, he thought, as he wandered around the scene, wondering how much time he had to stay before he could go home to the Batcave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 20:26:13</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jenna Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Deadpool hoodie, white t shirt, jeans<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Entering the Kitchen<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Underage Drinking<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Jenna6546.JPG)</div> Jenna walked through the door, with her hood up, and hands thrust in jacket pockets. She didn't look up, at first, she stared at white toes, of her sneakers. She wasn't ready, yet, for seeing who arrived to the party. If some people she knew, were there? She was leaving! And if she knew nobody? She was leaving too!<br><br>Also, Jenna stared at her toes, so she didn't wobble much. She stole a flask of bourbon, from her father, before she leaved her house. She drank some, of it, on the way. It tasted terrible, like cough syrup and paint thinner together! But, by time she arrived at party, she hands tingled, head head felt fuzzy. And she felt happy, a little. She understood, for first time, why her father drank so much.<br><br>Jenna was the little warm, in her hoodie. She always wore them, they hid bruises, on her arms. Always, she had bruises, from her father grabbing, or hitting her. It felt good for sneaking out of her own house, and getting away from it.<br>&nbsp;<br>The party house, it was dirty, and smelled funny, like cigarettes and rotten fruits. Jenna didn't care. There was ice bucket, with cans of beer, by a door. Jenna took a can, she waited for someone yelling at her, to stop. When no one did, she opened it, very quick, and sipped it. It tasted awful, like her bourbon, cheap and bad. But she still sipped more, and walked more into house.<br><br>When Jenna heard band start playing, she pulled back her hood, and looked around. She felt ready, for maybe seeing her classmates, again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dead radio</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 13:09:00</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Zoe Porter<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank top + skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e7/1e/ff/e71effc31d22b719a492b844a999430c.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Backyard, by the swimming pool.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Zoe being Zoe.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Black Sabbath - Sweet Leaf (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-zmtmgswHw)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas, Naomi + anyone in the backyard.<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22600000/Krysten-R-3-krysten-ritter-22624733-500-333.png)</div><em>Shit, shit, shit.</em><br><br>Zoe’s hallucinated eyes wandered through the backyard, searching for familiar faces. Then Naomi’s voice cracked through the amps, and she suddenly found herself staring at the bottom of the empty swimming pool, where Pearl Lipstick were about to kick off their gig.<br><br>She gulped nervously. She wasn’t feeling alright, and she understood those symptoms all too well to know she needed to keep that creeping stoner’s paranoia at bay if she wanted to make the most out of that party. There was no need to panic, after all. “You need to stay focused, dear”, she told herself – loud enough to make some heads turn in her direction. She scavenged in her backpack until she found a pack of cigarettes. “You knew this was gonna happen, Zoe. What a brilliant idea you had...” – she went on, pulling out a cigarette – “...coming around so early”.<br><br>The official reason for Zoe Porter showing up as early as she did was <em>'to help you guys get things ready for tonight'</em>. But the members of Pearl Lipstick were well aware of the true meaning of those words: that little bullshitter probably had nothing better to do than hover around them as they got the job done, eventually proving to be an impediment rather than an asset to their delicate task. But then again, she was Naomi’s friend and they decided it was OK for her to come along, as long as she didn’t touch anything.<br><br>She didn’t, nor did she plan to. Sure, she took some pictures of the band at work (“These are gonna look great on your website”, she promised), and even tried to disentangle some cables before deciding it would be much better if she just laid back and watched. Half an hour later, she was sitting by the poolside with a big fat joint dangling from her lips. She shared some tokes with Naomi and Ernie (or was it Greg, maybe?) and things suddenly got pleasantly hazy. She thought it’d be wise to roll a second one and, by the time people started arriving, little Zoe Porter was pretty much baked.<br><br>And there she was, sitting cross-legged by the poolside, a cigarette hanging loose from her lips. She looked pale, and it was pretty much clear she was low on sugar or something. “Well played, Zoe Porter. Well-fucking-played!”, she mumbled, her head wobbling slowly – and out of step – to the rhythm of the song. Her left hand reached out for a lonely can of beer someone (herself, maybe?) left there. She shook it to make sure it wasn’t empty, drew it near her nose and smelled it. Yeah, that was beer – the perfect remedy against her dry throat. Now she only needed to find something to eat.<br><br>But that, of course, meant she had to stand up and move her ass – which she managed to do after a short mental impasse. An almost empty can of beer in her left hand and a cig in the other one, Zoe Porter started walking towards the building, doing her best to dodge the other faceless guests gathered in the backyard of the abandoned house. That is, until her eyes recognized Jonas’ green coiffure.<br><br>“Jonas!”, she yelled, waving her cigarette to greet him. “I’m smashed, Jonas! I need to eat something!” She went on, cheerful and loud as ever, spreading her arms to hug him – something she probably hadn’t done since the day she broke up with him. “Here, have a beer and I-, I’ll go looking for some chips, okay?”. She handed him the beer can and blinked a couple of times, as she took a last drag from her cig.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 16:56:05</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Benny Rothschild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236424#msg13236424)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Mercenary t-shirt (http://www.mercenary.dk/Shopfolder/merch/todd_tshirt.png), jeans, Converse sneakers, his trusty, dusty brown jacket that he should probably get cleaned<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Kitchen, Outside, and Stairs<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Broodiness, Underage Drinking<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah, Jenna, Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>A pale hand placed a bottle onto the counter beside him as Benny's head tilted back, red solo cup pouring some of the whiskey into his mouth. His eyes traced the arm up towards the body of a willowy goth girl. Benny only had a second to admire the pouty lips and eyes before she spoke.<br><br>"I thought you would’ve been chasing Aaron around a pool tonight," came a soft, feminine voice that Benny recognized. Immediately he sputtered, his fingers gripping into the cup in surprise. At the same time he choked on the whiskey the popping form of the cup splashed more into his nostrils, causing some of the amber liquid to dribble onto his chin, shirt, and the floor.<br><br><em>"Fuck!"</em> he coughed, earning the glances of a few surrounding. Someone made a comment of not drinking what you can't handle. He'd have flipped them off if he weren't busy seeking some sort of paper product to blow the whiskey out of his nose. It was like a fucking Gom Jabbar (http://dune.wikia.com/wiki/Gom_Jabbar) up in his damn sinuses. Setting the bent and contorted cup down and coughing into the inner-elbow of his jacket, he reached for a spool of paper towels, removing a square.<br><br>"Aaron's busy chasing cheerleaders or somethin'," Benny noted, his voice nasally. He wrapped the paper towel around his nose and blew, followed by a groan and a curse as the alcohol seemed to light his nose hairs on fire. "Fuckin' Christ, Simon," he said, before looking up at the vision of goth beauty before him. His eyes averted. "Or, Sarah... Jesus, why couldn't you pick somethin' easier, like Simone?" He crumpled up the snot and whiskey laden paper towel and pitched it out the broken window into the dark trees outside.<br><br>This was not the situation he wanted to be in. It'd been a while since he had spoken a word with Simo-... Sarah. It wasn't that he was against the transition, though he wasn't sure he supported it either. In fact, he wasn't even certain any such feelings factored into it. The problem was every time he saw this Goth chick, he also saw his old friend in a simple t-shirt and jeans like in the old days. He couldn't see just the one. What the Hell was he supposed to do? <em>Yo, you see Alien Covenant? What a piece of shit, right?</em><br><br>Well, Naomi would tell him he's an idiot and that's <em>exactly</em> what you do, but...<br><br>...and almost as if on cue he heard Naomi's "drummer" count the time. Echoing in from the open door out back came the opening notes of Pearl Lipstick's opening tune. It wasn't the best exit plan, but it was one that would suffice.<br><br>"Hey, you ever heard Naomi's band before?" he said, pouring himself a new fresh solo cup with Jack. One finger... two fingers... fuck it. Five fingers. "Why don't you go check 'em out? Pretty good shit." He settled the bottle of Jack down, took the red solo cup, and gave Sarah a clap on the back of her shoulder as he would another dude, passing by her out of the kitchen and into the living room...<br><br>...where he promptly was greeted by Jenna cock-sucking Smith. Or at least, where he spotted her in the crowd sullying a Deadpool hoodie. Bitch couldn't even so much as give Aaron a kiss after he treated her to a wonderful Homecoming, but she was willing to choke down some football fucker's cock. Benny's nostrils flared as he thought of all the things he wanted to say to her, to tell her just how much she deserved the humiliation she got. If she was such a nerd, what was so wrong with Aaron?<br><br>He tipped his head back to swallow some Jack, ready to use it to fuel his spite, but the very thought of his friend seemed to put out that Greek Fire burning in his stomach. If he went off on Jenna people would talk about it, and if people talked about it Aaron would hear about it, and then Aaron would be angry. Benny's poor, misguided friend was always willing to forgive and give the benefit of the doubt. "I guess Jenna just wasn't into me," is all he'd say to Benny with a shrug. To actually take her to task and show her the ugliness inside? That wasn't Aaron's style.<br><br>So, for his friend, Benny quickly averted his gaze before Jenna had a chance to lock onto him and slipped through the people. Maybe he needed to be around less of a crowd, and the upstairs seemed pretty vacant. After rubbing against way too many bodies -- Jesus, fatties, think you could occupy any <em>more</em> space? -- he finally reached the steps climbing upward. Each footfall was greeted by a creepily loud creak, filling Benny with more and more fear that he'd fall through until he reached the top... at which point his first step was met with the <em>crack!</em> of a floor board. There were a handful of brave souls upstairs, but otherwise Benny figured out just <em>why</em> it was so empty on the second floor.<br><br>Sighing heavily, Benny spun on his heel and sat himself down upon the top step, instead peering through the railings at everyone below. He observed Jenna squeezing through the crowd, others coming and going, trying to figure out just where the Hell Phil was. He'd even accept Chloe at this point. Someone he could speak to and just... feel okay.<br><br>Dammit. Why the fuck did Aaron have to go to that God damn normie party, anyway?
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeveredDreams</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 21:20:41</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Winters<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> corset (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1RhO1JFXXXXcRXFXXq6xXFXXX4/LAUWOO-Retro-Gothic-font-b-Black-b-font-Brown-Steel-Boned-font-b-Corset-b-font.jpg) ,Skirt (http://www.devilnight.co.uk/1469-5210-thickbox/black-leather-short-gothic-skirt.jpg) , torn up white fishnetsthigh highs (http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8402/8703685458_28870f590c_b.jpg), Collar (https://img1.etsystatic.com/064/0/5254172/il_fullxfull.773501367_sv3j.jpg), Earrings (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=41501626) Makeup,&nbsp; as is typical dark and heavy.<br><strong>DAY: </strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - The Kitchen,&nbsp; backyard. <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> resting bitch face,&nbsp; A little bit of angst.&nbsp; <br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Manic Depression (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhjRGW0FjbQ)<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Benny,&nbsp; Jonas,&nbsp; Zoe,&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><br>“I liked Sarah more…”&nbsp; She said rather simply. “ Besides… Simone’s was still…”&nbsp; She shook her head a bit from side to side,&nbsp; that long bouncy black hair moving too and fro.&nbsp; Here she was again trying to explain herself.&nbsp; She felt just a faint flicker of rage,&nbsp; but, she forced herself to stifle it.<br><br>And this is how it seemed it always went with Benny.&nbsp; Half assed pleasantries,&nbsp; nothing more.&nbsp; She wanted to be angry.&nbsp; It wasn’t the occasional use&nbsp; of her old name that bothered her,&nbsp; sure,&nbsp; it might have caused a little twinge of discomfort when she heard it.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; it was a simple mistake… it was who she was for years and those close to her needed time to adjust.&nbsp; Some people were better than others of course.&nbsp; Benny always corrected himself as well,&nbsp; there was no malice there.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the separation really.&nbsp; She had enjoyed hanging out with him in the old days.&nbsp; Everything went all tense though when she came out.&nbsp; She would have liked to go back to the friendship,&nbsp; she even tried to push it in the early days.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; nothing she could do really seemed to change the new dynamic.&nbsp; Her shoulders slumped briefly forward at the touch.&nbsp; <br><br>Inside,&nbsp; she was still the same person&nbsp; dammit.&nbsp; She listened to same music,&nbsp; played the same games,&nbsp; watched the same movies.&nbsp; The only major transformation was her comfort in herself and a surprising new confidence,&nbsp; and a good friend would have been able to see that wouldn’t they?&nbsp; Benny though couldn’t see past it…&nbsp; it just seemed he thought Simon was gone and Sarah had replaced them.&nbsp; That wasn’t it though!&nbsp; She slammed one of those heeled boots hard into the ground.&nbsp; Sarah was always there.<br><br>God to think she used to have a crush on him!&nbsp; She never acted on it of course.&nbsp; She couldn’t imagine that he would have reacted well back than…&nbsp; now?&nbsp; It almost seemed like the guy could barely look at her.&nbsp; <br><br>When he was out of ear shot the girl just whispered&nbsp; “And fuck you too…”&nbsp; She briefly pondered following after him.&nbsp; It wouldn’t change things though,&nbsp; just would be another waste of energy.&nbsp; <br><br>It was not a good start for a party.&nbsp; She did what anyone would have done when they got down at a celebration.&nbsp; She unscrewed the cap of her vodka,&nbsp; and took a rather large gulp.&nbsp; She’d regret it in the morning,&nbsp; right now though she savored the heat as it moved down her throat warming her belly.&nbsp; She wished she had a chaser.&nbsp; Even the premium stuff still tasted a bit like rubbing alcohol.&nbsp; <br><br>She could have went to the porch,&nbsp; or see if anyone had been gutsy enough to hit the attic.&nbsp; There was still so much stuff she could have gone through.&nbsp; She knew the place well,&nbsp; and where the floor boards were at their weakest.&nbsp; She probably shouldn’t mess around up there though,&nbsp; if other people got involved…&nbsp; they might do something dumb and fall through the ceiling.&nbsp; <br><br>So instead she took a drag on the stem of her cigarette holder before exhaling softly.&nbsp; She might as well go out and see the band.&nbsp; Maybe they music would give her the boost that she needed to get going again.<br><br>She opened the back door and strolled outside,&nbsp; placing the vodka on the busted up picnic table.&nbsp; She knew someone would probably grab it,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; she didn’t want to carry it around outside.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved past Jonas and Zoe.&nbsp; She lifted a pale hand with long black painted nails,&nbsp; though the middle one was a rather soft shade of pink and gave a wave.&nbsp; The smell of cloves,&nbsp; cherries,&nbsp; and even a hint of lilac lingered in the air around her.&nbsp; She didn’t want to be alone tonight,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; she didn’t really know the pair.&nbsp; Also,&nbsp; Zoe seemed to always have more energy than a hyperactive toddler.&nbsp; While she herself always did her best to remain calm and composed,&nbsp; &nbsp;that was until the fourth drink,&nbsp; when she seemed to take on the personality that would have rivaled some of the cheerleaders. Some people even caught her a few times going fully valley girl, much to her embarrassment.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn’t want to intrude…&nbsp; &nbsp;though she did give a second glance over the back of her shoulder.<br><br>Now what…<br><br>Those pale blue eyes scanned the crowd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 22:02:34</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Moving through the house, ending with him out back by the pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zoe, Open - Mentioning Naomi's music, Sarah, Gwynn, Jenna, Zoe<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br><em>Why couldn't people wear name tags?&nbsp; Life would be so much easier.</em><br><br>Such thoughts were common upon Jonas's mind whenever he was in the midst of large gatherings of people.&nbsp; The faces were familiar to his mind's eye, but the names of so many eluded often to a point of cluelessness when talking with people.&nbsp; Normally he was able to skirt around it, engage a little bit until the name was brought out or it came to him.<br><br>But when people called out to him, offering a wave?&nbsp; It was best to just give them the ole finger guns and leaning back winking smirk, which he did on a few occasions.<br><br>How the hell was he supposed to remember peoples' names?&nbsp; He saw the girl in the hoodie, and wanted to say her name was Veronica, but knowing him, it was something simple like Jenna.&nbsp; Once he went a whole week in school calling Gwynn by another name like Sara, since she looked like a Sara he used to know.&nbsp; At least Jonah remembered his own name.<br><br>For a few minutes, Jonas wandered around the party, taking it all in while quietly plotting his own escape.&nbsp; He walked alone through the crowd of people, idly bobbing his head along with the song he was vaguely familiar with until he heard his name called in such an slightly inebriated enthusiastic way.<br><br>Jonas turned, ready to level the finger guns and wink when the sight of Zoe came bouncing up to him.<br><br>Zoe.&nbsp; He better remember the name of his ex.<br><br>He was taken aback by the random hug that was sprung upon him, the most contact he had gotten from her since their breakup.&nbsp; <em>Probably ready to get back into the guy pool...&nbsp; Or maybe she just misses your d...</em><br><br><em>Haha Jonas...&nbsp; You have a better chance of getting cancer from the asbestos and lead paint in the house than getting laid.&nbsp; Mental note: get away from the house.</em><br><br>Jonas took the beer that was offered after returning the hug in a slightly confused way, and looked at the can in his hand.&nbsp; <em>Do I look like a motherfucking table, Zoe?</em>&nbsp; “Sure thing.” He said, doing the best thing that any guy should do in that situation.&nbsp; “Go find some chips.&nbsp; I'll go hang out over there.” He said, with a nod over to the picnic table.<br><br>He gave a nod to whatsherface who passed by as Jonas went and parked his butt over atop a picnic table that was only slightly clean enough.&nbsp; The beer can of Zoe's was placed down beside him as he waited and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 14:22:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>NPC Bandmates(Ernie (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3c/13/1c/3c131c2574fc3d742e18b3b71d49005b.jpg) ; Greg (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/7d/db/147ddba132ad6d7ac1ae4aab4eab875b.jpg) ; Lee (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/80/23/cb/8023cb8199921c444358b137e9ac10c3.jpg)) | Everyone(Sorta); Jonas | Closed<br><br><br><hr><br>As Affection ended, Naomi caught sight of Jonas sitting on the picnic table near the shallow end of the pool and she gave him a wave.&nbsp; It was brief and somewhat lazy, but it was more than anyone else got before the band started the next number.<br><br>"This one's called Feminine Mystique."<br><br>She purred into the mike and pulled it from the stand, carrying it with her as she drifted away from her bandmates and into the detritus scattered at the opposite end of the pool.&nbsp; She sang low, with the mike close to her lips, which made her smokey voice that much more intimate and intense.&nbsp; The music was soft, as well, with a rhythmic back beat eerily similar to the lub-dub of a heart, and the chords were all over the place, purposefully discordant and unearthly.<br><br>She moved with a slinky, graceless beauty through the piles of dead leaves, kicking them up into the air and bending her body in ways that were both uncomfortably sensual and unnatural.&nbsp; The atmosphere lent its self well to the ghostly music they produced and the harsh lyrics sung in a lover's tone.<br><br>"the tokes I'm takin'<br>the hearts I'm breakin'<br>the taste of satan<br>like gin and bacon<br><br>you're tellin' me be good<br>girls in this world should<br>ladies never spit or curse<br>so I swallow, what's worse?<br>never give it up on the first<br>so I don't date, what's worse?<br>let's converse about the inverse<br>of what's adverse, and what's worse<br><br>you say girls should be gentle<br>but I like it rough<br>you say ladies should be modest<br>I'm callin' your bluff<br>A freak in the sheets<br>and a nun in the streets<br>I'ma cheat like keats,<br>show the whole world my treats.<br><br>flippant, vain, inconstant<br>childish, proud, fanciful<br>pivoting in an instant<br>I'm so timeless and classical<br>a masterpiece by Dali<br>meltin' like a clock<br>the surrealist of the real<br>curing impotence like Jonas Salk<br><br>the cocks I'm suckin'<br>the hits I'm duckin'<br>the feel of hatin'<br>ain't so devastatin'"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 21:07:55</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving at the scene after a longer walk than he had expected.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Naomi, Zoe, Jonas, Anyone in the Backyard<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>The Twingo had fucked up again in the middle of the road just as he was getting near the Old House, the decrepit building still standing - kinda like an old lady on an ancient couch, pushing back against the crumbling furniture piece. From the road, he could see the lights and hear the people talking, but there was no music but for the crickets and the seldom-heard owl. The walk was a long one, and he both cursed and thanked himself for not bringing Chloe along for the ride with him. Cursed, for her company would have been welcomed all the way along the dirt road that lead around the old property. Blessed, for he did not have to explain himself to her why he had not bought fuel again when she told him it was time, a couple days ago.<br><br>Damn, Chloe, for being right all the time. While he was not particularly strong, Phil had square shoulders - dressing in dark colors in the darkness of the night it made his tall frame even more imposing. He liked to cut that figure of 'power', despite not really being one to go around talking shit on people or picking up arguments gratuitously. Not like Benny, in any case. Oh, well. <br><br>While Phil walked through the leaf-ridden ground, approaching the few folks hanging around the backyard, he finally heard the noise of the band starting to pick up their tune. It impressed him to no end how Naomi's voice could be husky and seductive, enough for it to call his attention as he walked in slowly towards the picnic table. He saw Jonas hanging around there, but what he did not saw he actually stumbled over. The girl was shorter than him, and had been in a state of almost complete oblivion regarding her surroundings as she moved back and forth into his way even as he tried to step away from her.<br><br>As his knee hit her thigh, Phil at once reached out to hold her and push her aside firm yet gently. "...Hey, careful, girl. You're on the way." He said even as he meant to push her aside.&nbsp; And the he noticed that he knew her. "Zoe, what's up?" He asked with a widening smile even as he nodded gracefully towards Jonas, lifting a hand in greeting although knowing him, the young man would likely just wave him away. "Sorry." He quipped as he noticed her rather hazy eyes looking around, seemingly lost and unfocused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dead radio</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 10:36:21</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Zoe Porter<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank top + skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e7/1e/ff/e71effc31d22b719a492b844a999430c.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Doesn't mean anything to Zoe, right now.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Backyard &gt; Kitchen &gt; Backyard.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Zoe being Zoe.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas, Phillip, Sarah (well, <em>en passant</em>...) &amp; anyone in the backyard.<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22600000/Krysten-R-3-krysten-ritter-22624733-500-333.png)</div><em>“Hey, look at Zoe. She’s clearly high as fuck, and the party barely started”.</em><br><br>No one around her pronounced those words, yet she could perfectly hear them.<br><br><em>But no, Zoe, that’s just the weed talking now. It’s in your head. Those million eyes you think are staring at you right now are actually those of a few dozen fellow stoners rocking their head at Naomi and her music.</em><br><br>Right after the hug, Zoe finished her cigarette, then tossed the butt on the ground and crushed it under the sole of her shoes. She swallowed her own saliva just to realise how dry her mouth was. She stared at Jonas for some long seconds before nodding. “Thank you, dear!”, she replied. Zoe felt as if she could watch herself from, say, a camera hidden between the branches of some tree. There she was, gazing at her ex-boyfriend as he moved towards the picnic table.<br><br><em>Wait. Is</em> that <em>my voice? Does it sound like that? “Thank you, dear!”, seriously!? And why do I look so clumsy? Is that Sarah over there? Jesus, Zoe, you’re a fucking disgrace. Everyone’s looking at you, Zoe, so easy, now, little girl.</em><br><br>Truth be told, though, no one in the crowd was really paying attention to little Zoe’s delusional misadventure: Pearl Lipstick were providing her with all the ‘covering fire’ she needed. Except Jonas, maybe...<br><br><em>Why is he here, anyway? He hates this kind of things. Oh! Is he seeing someone? And why do I even care?</em><br><br>...and Phillip Ekhardt.<br><br>“Hey!”, she protested – albeit weakly – as Chloe’s best friend almost threw her on the ground. Luckily, however, the metalhead was quick enough to grab her. “Fuck, I hate this.” She muttered as she rubbed a hand against the back of her head, her fingers running through her hair. “Okay, I really need to eat something.” She repeated, her blue eyes trying to bring Jonas’ face into focus. Except that Jonas walked away with her beer (and he even told her he was gonna wait for her outside, but whatever...). <em>What a jerk. I can’t believe I let him –...</em><br><br>So, Phillip. “Gotta eat something, ‘kay?” She repeated once more, trying her best to be heard despite the music. She moved on, dodging through the people coming out of the house and heading towards the swimming pool. In the process, she made sure to keep her eyes low, so as to avoid any unrequested eye contact. Then she took a deep breath and made her way till the kitchen, where she was greeted by some familiar faces whose names she probably forgot a long time ago.<br><br>Less than a couple of minutes later, she was back with no food and a half-empty 1.5 L bottle of Coke. Oh, and another cigarette dangling from her crimson red lips.<br><br>She looked at Jonas – who was sitting by the picnic table – but eventually walked towards Phillip.<br><br>“Sorry, Mr. Ekhardt. Really shouldn’t have smoked that last one.” She then drank some Coke and let off a sigh. “How are you? And where did I put my beer – oh, right, Jonas...” A short pause. “...I’m gonna go for my beer.” She raised a hand as if she wanted Phillip to wait for her, then headed towards the picnic table.<br><br>“So, what brings you here?”, she asked once she got close enough to the table where her green-haired ex-boyfriend was sitting for him to notice her. “Can I have my can back? Please?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 15:55:32</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Moving through the house, ending with him out back by the pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zoe, Open - Mentioning Naomi, Marco<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>For the time being, Jonas sat virtually alone upon the top of the picnic table, his eyes wandering around the party.&nbsp; Temptation was strong to reach into his pocket, to whip out his phone, and find something more entertaining to do than sit around.&nbsp; But that night was about getting out of the house, away from the computer, into a place that was unlike his comfort zone.<br><br>So tough titty, he thought to himself as he pulled his hand away from the phone-like bulge in the pocket of his jeans. <br><br>Instead, Jonas sat and people watched, gazing about as the song changed.&nbsp; His eyes wandered back to the makeshift stage, and noticed Naomi waving to what Jonas had to assume was that Marco dude or something like that.&nbsp; Definitely not him.&nbsp; Well, probably not him.&nbsp; <br><br>He listened to the song, nodding his head along in rhythm to the tune that was so melodically expressed in such a unique tone.&nbsp; Not bad, he thought, listening along.&nbsp; I'd download it.<br><br>And then Zoe came back to him, asking question.&nbsp; Jonas gave a slight shrug of his shoulder, lifting the can of beer beside him and offering it back to his ex.&nbsp; “I came here to get drunk and my dick wet.” He said with an innocent trace of a smile upon his lips.<br><br>“My mom and dad kicked me out of the house and told me to go live a little and shit.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeveredDreams</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 16:55:41</strong>
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				Did everything have to be so sexual she thought listening to the band.&nbsp; She shook her head from side to side.&nbsp; Of course,&nbsp; she was rather sure she was one of the few people at school who hadn’t did the deed.&nbsp; Hell looking over things,&nbsp; people were already beginning to get cozy.&nbsp; Her shoulders slumped again.&nbsp; <br><br>All alone again.&nbsp; She rolled her eyes and took another drag of her cigarette.&nbsp; It wasn’t as if she was prude or anything.&nbsp; Things were just a little more difficult.&nbsp; She had never been brave enough to try anything…&nbsp; with well anyone.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were quite a few attractive girls and boys at school,&nbsp; but actually getting up the nerve to ask them out?&nbsp; Yea…&nbsp; that was entirely different.&nbsp; The idea of rejection messed with her a bit,&nbsp; and what was more she would rather not hear the words.&nbsp; <br><br>I’m gay or I’m straight.&nbsp; <br><br>So she remained chaste.&nbsp; Outside of a rather raucous party a few months back where she rather drunkenly and proudly flashed her newly blossoming breasts.&nbsp; That didn’t count though!&nbsp; That was just her being stupid…&nbsp; and she was sure she had heard more groans than moans.&nbsp; At least that was how her fuzzy memory was picturing it.<br><br>Couldn’t someone… just<br><br>FUCK FUCK FUCK.<br><br>She was letting herself get down on herself again.&nbsp; So she adjusted posture,&nbsp; and decided it was better to not give a damn.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sure going through High School as a virgin was a bit of a stigma,&nbsp; &nbsp;but,&nbsp; she did have circumstances that made it difficult to find a partner.&nbsp; <br><br>Right now was the age of raging hormones,&nbsp; and… it seemed like almost everything was fueled by sex in some way shape or form.&nbsp; She regretted leaving her bottle at the picnic table.&nbsp; <br><br>Was this jealousy?&nbsp; Boredom? Loneliness?&nbsp; It was hard&nbsp; to tell.&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe when she left this town things would change.&nbsp; She had heard people were more open when they got to University.<br><br>Maybe she should have just got in her car today and hit the goth club in the city.&nbsp; Well, she supposed she could get true and proper wasted and call the folks to pick her up tonight at least here..<br><br>She moved back to the table,&nbsp; snatched up her bottle…&nbsp; giving an apologetic smile to the too before leaning against the rickety house with her heel pressed against the wall and took a drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 17:49:10</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME:</strong> Jenna Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Deadpool hoodie, white t shirt, jeans<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Going Outside, then Upstairs<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Underage Drinking<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Naomi, Zoe, Jonas, Benny, Open<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Jenna6546.JPG)</div> Jenna walked outside, for hearing the music , good and loud. Always, she loved Naomi's band, and Pearl Lipstick. Jenna thought Naomi was brave brave, in all ways she wasn't. She didn't give fucks, if people said things of her, or if she got embarrassed. She was proud and defiant. And that made her singing amazing, for hearing.<br><br>A song ended, and Jenna punched her fist, in the air. <strong>"Wooo!"</strong> she yelled, very excited. Except, no one else yelled or said anything. Jenna saw heads turning, to look at her cheering. She blushed, very red, and ducked away. She drank more beer.<br><br>Jenna saw Jonas, sitting at table. She never spoke much, to him in school. But always he seemed cool, above all stupid silly things in school, in a good way. He looked bored. Maybe, he'd be okay for talking? She didn't think, he'd judge her in ways others did.<br><br><strong>"Hi,"</strong> Jenna said, in the small voice, <strong>"I'm Jenna, remember."</strong> But then, Zoe, she came flying over to Jonas, right in front of her. Zoe talking, about potato crisps and beer, in her cute little skirt. Jonas talked with Zoe, but Jenna didn't know, if Zoe amused him, or annoyed him. Maybe both?<br><br>Jenna sighed, she knew maybe she should stayed home. Except even this, seemed much better than hiding in her room again, another Friday night. She remembered seeing Benny, a little ago, going upstairs. She didn't think Benny liked her, anymore, she didn't know why. She remember he used for coming to comic shop, all the time, they talked sometimes about Star Wars and Avengers movies, and why Ewoks sucked. But, he stopped going, at least when ever she worked.<br><br>But wherever Benny went, Aaron always was with him. They were the frick and the frack, always together. And Jenna felt maybe, she might want talking to Aaron, tonight. The beer and bourbon, it made her feel brave, a little. Or, maybe sick, she couldn't tell.<br><br>Jenna went inside the house, she weaved, between other chatting teenagers. She walked, very slow, up the stairs. Her hand held the rail, very tight, it felt like steps were sliding under her feet, a little. <strong>"Aaron?"</strong> Jenna called, very curious. <strong>"Are you up there? It's me, do you have little minute?'</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 20:58:07</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Before and after arrival<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Sarah<br><strong> MENTIONING:</strong> Phillip, Zoe, Naomi <br><br><em>“Alright, Chloe, pull yourself together. You’ve seen him a gazillion times before, you even saw him bathe…yes, at 5, but doesn’t matter, same guy…you can do this. Today isn’t any different. Don’t get all awkward on him now.” </em> <br><br>Except that by the time she arrived at his place, Phillip was already gone to the party and probably regretting not taking her advice in pumping some gas in that old Renault of his. <br>Something happened during the last month of school just before the graduation. Chloe and Phillip had been friends for over a decade, always close, always together, they even made out a couple of times without anything actually changing between them and now she felt like she was going nuts for some reason whenever she was around him. Heck, even when he wasn’t around, just thinking about him made her feel restless and jubilant at the same time, as if she was high on something. Not something, someone. She was undeniably high on Phillip and her thoughts were practically intoxicated with him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;The girl supposed it had something to do with hormones or her being in denial of her true feelings for him for so long or both. It hadn’t occurred to her that these just might be their last months together, now that she was going away to the big city for Art School and this meant she might have to move because she didn’t own a car and commuting was a real bitch. The realization was somewhere lurking in her subconscious, threatening to surface at the worst of times, perhaps when it'll be already too late to do anything and she just might end up with a complete sense of loss and a vast amount of regret. <br>&nbsp;<br>Seeing him casually talking to Benny or Aaron, common friends, ticked her off beyond explanation and any time he wasn’t with her was a dreaded, cursed and stupid waste of what life had to give.&nbsp; Any time she was around him was even worse, Chloe suddenly didn’t know how to act, what to say, what to talk about. She mostly sulked or sighed or was in any other way in a bad mood and this when she wasn’t blatantly angered or annoyed with everyone and everything. Like she was on PMS all the time. As for Phillip, he didn’t seem that much changed to her or that he acted in any way different than before. This also bothered her to no extent and without having a proper reasoning behind it. She just knew that everything about him irked her: he was either too generous, or too friendly, or not talkative enough, or paid her too much attention – in the wrong way, or not enough. It didn’t help that she couldn’t quite place her finger on it herself, she didn’t know why she was acting the way she was and why she was having these mixed feelings.&nbsp; To her, Phillip had always been…Phillip, except for the day when he wasn’t anymore, but someone else, a Phillip she knew like the back of her hand and yet, different. <br><br>&nbsp;Today wasn’t any different, she reminded herself, convinced herself of it when she approached his house that evening, aiming to ask him if he wanted to hang out at her place instead of going to the party. They could play on her PS4 (not actually hers, but cousin Jimmy didn’t need it anyway now with the second child on the way and she was certain Anabelle was grateful for her keeping it) or talk about the next concert they’ll be going to or …it didn’t even matter what they would do as long as they were alone and comfortable without any of the loud weirdos (Aaron and Benny included) around all the time. Then perhaps much later in the night, they could attend the party at Old Marge, is not like the fun started before midnight or anything. <br><br>However, for Phillip it had and Chloe didn’t arrive too late behind him, in fact it was just after a few minutes, just in time to catch him make googly eyes at Zoe. It was bad enough that Naomi was there, entertaining everyone with her band, no shit, her music was great but did she honestly had to cling to Phillip like that every time they saw each other? Any girl getting too friendly with him was asking for a stabbin’ ...well, at least from Chloe’s piercing gaze.&nbsp; She was ready to storm the hell right in and give Zoe a piece of her mind when she noticed Sarah taking a long drag off her cigarette, looking all goth and fabulous and lonely. Sarah, the only one Chloe ever ventured to talk to about her insecurities, things she couldn’t confess even to Phillip, mostly because...well, he wasn’t a girl. Ironic that off all people, Chloe chose Sarah for the “girly” things, but she was really someone she could spill her heart out to when things got so bad she couldn’t contain them within.&nbsp; The stabbin’ could wait...<br><br>“Looking at you pretty much answers my question of how this party is going.” She said coming close to Sarah just as she was sipping from her drink. “I bet it didn’t start long ago, judging by the number of ...guests. Or is this all of us?” She looked around only to spot Zoe moving towards Jonas, leaving Phillip alone for a while. <em>Good.</em> Her brain instantly sparked.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 22:21:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Implied abuse and murder, or hardcore D/s and breathplay; graphic sexual imagery<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>NPC Bandmates(Ernie (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3c/13/1c/3c131c2574fc3d742e18b3b71d49005b.jpg) ; Greg (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/7d/db/147ddba132ad6d7ac1ae4aab4eab875b.jpg) ; Lee (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/80/23/cb/8023cb8199921c444358b137e9ac10c3.jpg)) | Everyone(Sorta); | Closed<br><br><br><hr><br>As the previous song came to its dreamy end and she was afforded a brief break by the guitar solo that preceded the next, she drifted over to one of the kids sitting on the edge of the pool and made a grabby hand motion at their bottle of beer.&nbsp; When the girl handed the bottle over, she took a long swig and handed it back, leaning up to steal a long, lingering kiss before drifting away again with a musical laugh.&nbsp; The mike rose to her mouth once more, and she sighed the words as if in the throes of languid, Sunday afternoon sex.<br><br>&nbsp;"The smell of the rain<br>through the open window<br>The touch of your thigh<br>next to my hip<br>I'm drowsy in sheets<br>still warm from the dryer<br>I'm dripping with seed<br>kept warm by my body<br><br>The air is smoky in here<br>your fingers feel wrong in my hair<br>I'm held aloft on the shoulders<br>of my lover, Thackery the Third<br>All these boundaries get<br>All these lines get<br>All these borders get blurred<br>And you always smear my lipstick"<br><br>She dropped into a crouch that ended with her sprawled on the cracked bottom of the pool at her bandmates' feet, her free arm folded behind her head and her legs extended as if she were about to make a snow angel.&nbsp; As she murmured the lyrics in a smokey, sleepy tone, she stared up at the sky, sounding as if she were singing the song to herself or as a lullaby to someone special.&nbsp; It was easy to envision her lying on that bed she mentioned, with someone's head on her stomach and the window nearby open on a warm, spring storm.<br><br>"Slick as a slut's slit<br>Cracked as a crow's caw<br>You told your mother<br>that I was your baby<br>I told my daddy<br>to make me his lady<br>Now you're crying to me<br>and it's making me bored<br><br>The air is stifling in here<br>your fingers feel right 'round my neck<br>I'm drifting through the cosmos<br>lost in the ether<br>All these bruises get<br>All these wounds get<br>All these welts get spurned<br>And you always blacken my eye<br><br>You told your daddy<br>to make me his baby<br><br>Make me his baby"<br><br>Her tone never changed, even as the tone of the song shifted drastically and the music took on a darker, harsher cadence.&nbsp; Through it all she remained sweet, hazy and tender.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 03:13:20</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Benny Rothschild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236424#msg13236424)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Mercenary t-shirt (http://www.mercenary.dk/Shopfolder/merch/todd_tshirt.png), jeans, Converse sneakers, his trusty, dusty brown jacket that he should probably get cleaned<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Kitchen, Outside, and Stairs<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Broodiness, Underage Drinking<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jenna, Mentioning Phil and Chloe, Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>By time Naomi was on her third song Benny was draining the last of his solo cup of Jack. He could still feel some of it in his sinuses. Which meant he could also taste <em>and</em> smell it... he could... <em>smaste</em> it. Annoying, yes, but he'd get over it. That, or become permanently desensitized to the flavor of Jack.<br><br>He turned his head to peek between the pillars of the stairway railing. His brain seemed to be a bit slow to obey the command, however, like his skull was carrying a dolly where his eyes were the camera, and because it was heavy it took a bit more effort to get moving. Which meant that five fingers of Jack in a short span of time on a near-empty stomach was a bad idea. Logically, Benny knew he should stop with the booze and get himself something to eat... not that there was much of anything here. However, it was still early, and Benny was too sober to let something like logic get in his way. Or was he too drunk for logic to get in the way?<br><br>Oh, shit, here comes Phil! Finally, someone worth talking to in this literal shit dump. Without his loyal puppy dog girlfriend, though? He was surprised that they weren't one of those couples that walked out in public with the whole collar and leash thing going on. They even <em>looked</em> like that sort of couple. Not that they were a <em>real</em> couple, as ridiculous as it was. Either way, Phil was a perfect excuse to go get more booze. Or was more booze a good excuse to go talk to Phil?<br><br>[color="Aaron? Are you up there? It's me. Do you have little minute?"[/color]<br><br>Pope's wrinkly balls! There, blocking his way down, was Jenna Smith, slowly climbing up the stairway. Evidently Benny was so perfectly covered in shadow that Jenna couldn't see him blocking the passageway up. Well, time to disappoint her.<br><br>"Aaron's not here, Jenna," he said with a hint of attitude. "He's off trying to be friends with the cool kids. Y'know, like how you tried?" Benny tilted his head back, expecting more whiskey to flow from the solo cup into his gullet. Nothing but drips cascaded onto his tongue, reminding him that he had emptied it. Fuck. He tossed the cup over his shoulder, peering back down into the floor below. Ah, there was Chloe, following her boy toy on the invisible leash.<br><br>"Y'know, you'd think he would have learned those normies can't be trusted after what happened to you, right?" Benny's gaze fixed back onto her, for the first time in a very, very long time locking onto her own. "But you've learned, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeveredDreams</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 15:30:45</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Winters<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> corset (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1RhO1JFXXXXcRXFXXq6xXFXXX4/LAUWOO-Retro-Gothic-font-b-Black-b-font-Brown-Steel-Boned-font-b-Corset-b-font.jpg) ,[Skirt (http://www.devilnight.co.uk/1469-5210-thickbox/black-leather-short-gothic-skirt.jpg) , torn up white fishnetsthigh highs (http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8402/8703685458_28870f590c_b.jpg), Collar (https://img1.etsystatic.com/064/0/5254172/il_fullxfull.773501367_sv3j.jpg), Earrings (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=41501626) Makeup,&nbsp; as is typical dark and heavy.<br><strong>DAY: </strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Entering the Kitchen<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> resting bitch face,&nbsp; cattiness<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Chloe,&nbsp; The Band (Kinda), Open<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><hr><br>Thank God for Chloe.&nbsp; She was beginning to feel like she didn’t quite belong at this little gathering.&nbsp; When she eventually showed up she sighed happily which caused a small cloud of clove and cherry scented smoke to fill the air around them.&nbsp; She wanted to wrap her arms around the girl,&nbsp; she looked a little down and maybe a bit more emotional than was typical.&nbsp; &nbsp; Instead of the hug she lifted the bottle of vodka upwards towards her. “My treat.”&nbsp; &nbsp;If the other goth was feeling the need for a squeeze she’d let her know.<br><br>“Oh you know how these things go.&nbsp; &nbsp;First person you meet kills your emotional buzz,&nbsp; &nbsp;and you wished you had never come in the first place.”&nbsp; She wanted to rant about the JERK.&nbsp; That one person who seemed so much better at getting under her skin than anyone else in the world.&nbsp; Yet…&nbsp; she could tell that the other girl was a little deflated.&nbsp; It was better to not press to hard when she was like that,&nbsp; and she was pretty sure that the Chloe would just straight up ask if she wanted her to stab him.&nbsp; The pair were close,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; Sarah still hadn’t quite figured out if knife loving lady would actually go through with it.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure she wanted too.<br><br>“Than we got… I think they’re called Cum Lips….&nbsp; Something like that.”&nbsp; Gesturing towards the band.&nbsp; “Singing about sucking dick.”&nbsp; There was another one of those overly theatrical eye rolls,&nbsp; she actually tossed her head back a bit causing it bump against the wall.&nbsp; The fetish clad waif though just played it cool.&nbsp; “I think the girl might be a bit preoccupied with semen.”&nbsp; She tried to give a little smirk,&nbsp; but damn she knew she was being cattier than normal. The music really was quite good,&nbsp; but, for some reason right now it also seemed to having the strange affect of agitating her.<br><br>“So yea,&nbsp; great party if you want to sit alone in a dark corner all by yourself.”&nbsp; She emphasized this before taking another drag on her cigarette.&nbsp; Her small chest strained a bit against the corset,&nbsp; before she finally planted her other foot on the ground again.<br><br>“What about you?&nbsp; You look like you just ran into the old lady herself.“ Admittedly that wasn’t true,&nbsp; she suspected if Chloe had located the evil spirit haunting the place she’d be beyond elated.&nbsp; “Or are you just having one of those days?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 16:11:09</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME:</strong> Jenna Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Deadpool hoodie, white t shirt, jeans<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Upstairs, then Running Back to Outside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Underage Drinking<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Benny, Open<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Jenna6546.JPG)</div> <em>"Aaron's not here, Jenna. He's off trying to be friends with the cool kids. Y'know, like how you tried?"</em><br><br>Jenna, she couldn't believe it. She never saw it, before, the anger in Benny's eyes. She never knew really, before, why Benny stopping hanging out, with her. But now, she knew. He felt betrayed by her, so strange? She never hurt him, she didn't understand him being mad. But, he was was betrayed, and mad, Jenna couldn't help, but for seeing it.<br><br>And, being friends with cool kids? What the fuck? That's not why ever she dated Scott Peters, from the football team, at all. It never was about being popular, or cool. Always, in school, she felt invisible. Always forgotted, that was her. Only once before, when she went to formal dance with Aaron, did she feel special. But Aaron never kissed her that night, or said he liked her, or called her, after. Scott, he made her feel special like that, again, for the few weeks they 'dated'.<br><br>And, always the worst part, of the awful video Scott made, and sent to his friends? It wasn't her, only wearing the tiny panties and sucking his cock. It wasn't her saying naughty things, or him saying things even more naughty. Or her, even swallowing his cum, some of it dripping down her chin. It was after, her brushing hair out of her face, smiling and saying she loved him. That was worst, the last ten seconds, she wished they weren't in video. That was most humiliating, being the dummy, for Scott.<br><br><em>"Y'know, you'd think he would have learned those normies can't be trusted after what happened to you, right? But you've learned, right?"</em> <br><br><strong>"Yes, you're right,"</strong> Jenna said. She felt her face burn, and tears filling her eyes. But, she wasn't giving Benny satisfaction, of watching her cry. <strong>"I learned. I hope Aaron doesn't learn, like I do. And, you know what else, I learn?"</strong> She pointed her finger at Benny, stabbing it, very angry, in his face. <strong>"Knowing, who your real friends are, who have your back always. And who's fake, who worries about normies and what other people think, of them. I hope Aaron learns that, too."</strong><br><br>Jenna spun around, she ran down the stairs. It felt though, like the creaky old boards, they wobbled under her. On the last step, she tripped forward, and fell flat, on her face, eating dusty floorboards. She felt the little trickle, of blood, drip from her nose. But the snickers she heard, that hurt more.<br><br>Jenna picked herself up, she ran outside. There were trees, back to side of where Naomi's band played. She sat under the big twisted elm. hunched in little ball, by herself away from everyone. And, only then she let herself cry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 18:36:46</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Roxanne Meyers | Foxy| Roxy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236510#msg13236510)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/14/b8/9214b8c4d70e4a6f91c0d33d7730de70.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday| June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's| From the side <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving| Making way into the mess<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Going to Hell - Pretty Reckless (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmtbg5b7_Aw)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Leanne | Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Naomi| Marco<br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://trendsofcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Giusy-Buscemi.jpg)</div><br>Continue from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268588.msg13255026#msg13255026)<br>&nbsp;<br>You could see the bonfire glowing bright off in the distance. The sound of Naomi’s band still playing music. She didn’t want to miss any more of it so Roxanne turned Maui up off the road, and unto a random bike trail. Her car was built to handle almost any terrain and if she was to be a proper getaway car she needed to show some unorthodox driving skills, no? Yet, the idea no one seeing them coming felt a little more interesting to say the least. That good ol’ element of surprise. The roads was a little bumpy but Maui handled them very well. <br>&nbsp;<br>“I hope I can catch one of her songs. Send it to Marco as a treat. He said he’d be coming by soon.” She spoke slipping Maui into a nice little spot that was close but would have them coming in through the side instead of the front. No one would see them coming, she hoped. She’d turn off the engine grab her bag, bottle of white wine and would make her way into the compound of the building. <br>&nbsp;<br>Her movements within were without haste, allowing her eyes to adjust, and take in everything the party had to offer. The people whom she could pick out as many of them she knew. There certainly was no adults as and a solid table towards that had an assortment of things upon it, including solo cups and alcohol, she brought wine because she enjoyed it, but wouldn't say no to a shot of some JD. It also helped that she was enjoying nature at it's finest. The rustling of the trees, the crickets making their noise, the dirty old house that gave that beautiful touch of eeriness. <br>&nbsp;<br>“I’ll collect my payment now.” She grinned reaching for the pizza box in Leanne’s hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dead radio</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 21:26:33</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Zoe Porter<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank top + skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e7/1e/ff/e71effc31d22b719a492b844a999430c.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Doesn't mean anything to Zoe, right now.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Backyard, right where the picnic table is.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Zoe being Zoe. And Zoe being jealous of Naomi and her coolness. Oh, and Zoe... Zoe!<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas, Naomi (indirectly, though) + people in the backyard who happen to be close enough to the old, smashed picnic table.<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22600000/Krysten-R-3-krysten-ritter-22624733-500-333.png)</div><br>Zoe took another long sip of Coke from her bottle, immediately followed by a sigh. She then dried her lips with the back of her hand, smearing some of the lipstick she cared to put on for the big event. She read somewhere about that guy who experienced a bad trip and never made it back. The idea of spending the rest of her days locked in a mental asylum made her gasp, and start muttering a question. “Do you… Jonas! Do you think…?”. She stopped. No, the guy had a trip on LSD – not on good ole weed.<br><br><em>Oh, Zoe, you dummy!</em><br><br>“Never mind.” She stated, instead, her eyes lingering on the face of her ex boyfriend. But then again, ‘boyfriend’ is (probably) too big a word to describe what once was the relationship between the two. Fuckbuddies? Nah! Somewhere in between? Probably so, yup. Anyway, she laughed nervously at his words, unsure if he was just trying to be funny. Or whatever. She partially hid her face behind the smokescreen of that big plastic bottle for a huge sip, then she put the cap back on the bottle of Coke and left it on the picnic table, replacing it with the can Jonas handed her. She let off another sigh, adding theatrically: “Oh, Jonas, I really wish it was true”. She grinned.<br><br>But did she? Well, Zoe <em>did</em> decide to sit right besides him. Uninvited, of course – but she couldn’t care less, now, could she? “Your parents are some wise folks, dude. You should listen to them more. Anyway…” A little pause, as she took off her backpack and placed it on her lap. “...I do have some twisted plan for tonight.” She opened the front pocket of her backpack and stuffed her right hand inside. In the meanwhile, her cigarette was slowly burning – held hostage by her left index and middle finger. “How is it in French again…? Voilà!”.<br><br>And she pulled off a set of keys. But not just any set of keys. It was that set of keys. A closer look to them – and to the horrible panda-shaped keyring attached to it – would probably help make some bell rings in Jonas’ head. That was the set of keys to her dad’s house – which meant that the old Porter was away for business, and that his place was at Zoe’s disposal. Call it the perks of being the youngest daughter of divorced parents who were (almost completely) blind to their little offspring’s misdeeds. She made the keys jingle in her hand before putting them back. “That is – if I don’t pass out in the next three or four hours”.<br><br>“...which is likely.” She added, nodding. Another drag of cigarette – the last one, washed away by a sip of now warmish beer. She crushed the cigarette butt against the table – which was probably creaking under the weight of the two of them – and threw it away. She then looked at the stage, where Naomi was going through her set.<br><br><em>God, I wish I was a little bit more like Naomi. And a little bit less like, well… Zoe</em>, she thought.<br><br>And then she murmured it: “God, I wish I was a little more like Naomi. And a little less like, well… Zoe.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 22:27:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WyPS0tO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis London<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture + tight blue skinny jeans and black boots<br><strong>Day:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night(has no idea why she's out)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's Backyard<br><strong>Content:</strong> Concerned girl who got ehrself in a situation she's sure she will regret later. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> FKA twigs - Pendulum (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yix8PZKlw)<br><br><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">The girl who didn't curse (not out loud), didn't go to parties, and didn't drink found herself in a predicament. News went through several cliques that there were two parties happening that very night. One was a typical house party and the other? Well, it was definitely setting the scene for some cliche teenager horror movie. It wasn't that Isis was paranoid, it's just that Isis was paranoid. For eighteen years she kept herself at a safe distance from any such 'teenage trouble'. Now? Isis was in deep shit. She rode her back a distance away from the safety of the rich neighborhood to a place that was straight out of a demonic movie. <br><br>It wasn't surprising that were others there and in fact - that made it both bad and good. Isis didn't have to worry about being alone, but now she had to worry about people making comments about how the good girl finally got out of her shell. Well 1, that was true and 2? That was true. Isis was stepping so far out of her comfort zone it gave her a headache. She didn't have anything or anyone to cling to either. Some of them were recognizable, but outside of school it was a different story. <br><br>There were so few people she was really close to and even then people didn't really understand why she was so adamant about not doing 'obvious' teenage activities. Underage drinking? Not unless she wanted her mother to beat the ever leaving hell out of her. Sex before marriage? Ha, only in her dreams. Isis stood still in the backyard, observing - wondering - questioning herself. Everyone (the few there) seemed to be having a good time. It was the typical mingling, flirting, and doing other things they probably shouldn't be.<br><br><em>'Why am I even here?'</em> </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 00:54:33</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Leanne Abernathy</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236647#msg13236647)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Friday Casual (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/66/61/1466616dd1e53896b92a2d7d3dfdac88.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Spooky House - Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; The Joys of Capitalism<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Roxy, Isis<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; Naomi, Benny<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div><br>After a bumpy ride in the jeep, going off road in one of those rare moments in her young life, and trampling through the dirt and overgrowth that was ever so slowly consuming the old, forgotten house, Leanne was giving serious consideration to whether it had been worth coming out to the middle of the woods.<br><br>Nothing odd about that, she thought as she climbed out of the jeep and followed Roxy.&nbsp; Though, she thought to herself, if Benny was going to murder all of the normies as he so eloquently called them, an abandoned house in the woods that just screamed horror movie would probably be as good a place as any.&nbsp; But nah, she knew Benny wouldn't kill anyone.&nbsp; Maybe.<br><br>But everything seemed to be going alright in her mind the closer they came to the party.&nbsp; Everyone was still alive, and the party seemed like a lively affair.&nbsp; Best of all, she didn't see any weirdo parents.&nbsp; Sweet.<br><br>“Right you are.” Leanne said to Roxy's reminder, flipping open the lid of the box to the collection of slices of varying types for Roxy's perusal.&nbsp; “Help yourself.&nbsp; You supply the wine, I'll supply the munchies.”<br><br>“Oh sweet...” Someone said in a dazed, high voice as they approached.&nbsp; “Someone brought pizza...”<br><br>Leanne grinned.&nbsp; “Yup, I sure did.” She said to the outstretched hand, waiting until the hand was just close enough before snapping the lid shut and turning away from the random person.&nbsp; “And it's five bucks a slice.”<br><br>The stoner looked taken aback.&nbsp; “Five bucks?&nbsp; For a slice?” He asked incredulously.&nbsp; “Come onnn.”<br><br>A sigh escaped Leanne's lips.&nbsp; “I know.&nbsp; Capitalism sucks, ugh.” She said with an exaggerated groan.&nbsp; “But this is the land of capitalism, my friend, and momma has to pay rent.&nbsp; If you don't like it, I'm sure you might find some delivery guy who is going to drive all the way out here and charge you a buttload.”<br><br>The stoner seemed conflicted at first, but with a groan, reached into the wallet in his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill, which was promptly plucked from his hand, and stuffed into her own pocket. <br><br>“Help yourself, buddy.” Leanne said, letting the man pick a slice of pepperoni, before reaching out and grabbing a slice of the red meat from his pizza.&nbsp; “Delivery charge, bro.”<br><br>As the stoner walked away, shaking his head, Leanne grinned.&nbsp; “Easiest five bucks I've ever made.” She said to Roxy.&nbsp; “Come on, let's go find us a place to sit and chill.”<br><br>After finding a patio table that had seen better days, Leanne placed the pizza down, and had taken a look around at the party as Naomi played, before spotting a familiar face in the crowd.&nbsp; “ISIS!” She called out to the girl, as she took a seat down upon the table.&nbsp; “Get your butt over here girl, and join us!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 02:19:14</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Moving through the house, ending with him out back by the pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zoe, Open - Mentioning Naomi, Jenna<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>Rather than press for what Zoe had been about to say, Jonas remained silent for the moment.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it didn't seem important, and Jonas had grown accustomed to her occasional derailed thoughts when under the influence.&nbsp; Whatever, Jonas thought with a slight shrug as she came and sat herself right down beside him.<br><br>He watched as she pulled out her bag, and dug into the front pocket.&nbsp; What sort of maniacal plan did she have in mind, he wondered.&nbsp; Some new computer stuff?&nbsp; Did she have one of those little flash-drive sized computers that you could plug into a television?&nbsp; That would be badass.&nbsp; He always wanted one to take a part.&nbsp; Maybe a really cool raspberry pi computer?&nbsp; Oh my god, that would be so cool.&nbsp; Did she have one?<br><br>No.&nbsp; Just keys.&nbsp; <br><br>“Why the hell are you here if you have the keys to a big empty house?” Jonas asked.&nbsp; “That'd be pretty sweet.&nbsp; Like, I don't care, I'd just be chilling out naked playing video games and shit than getting whatever diseases are in this place.”<br><br>Maybe she was inviting him over, he wondered.&nbsp; Her own subtle way of an invitation to go to Poundtown.&nbsp; Jonas didn't know, and in typical Jonas fashion, was not about to be so rude and invasive as to ask about that.&nbsp; If she wanted him to go home with her, there was little doubt in his mind that she would say something.<br><br>For all he knew though, she probably wanted to go home with Naomi, as the thoughts of the stories and insecure thoughts crossed his mind.&nbsp; He had reached over for the cigarette between her fingers, helping himself in an uninvited fashion as he took a drag from it.&nbsp; “I think you're pretty good just the way you are.” He said, thinking it over.&nbsp; “I think most people are.&nbsp; Doesn't do anyone any good for themselves if they try and be something other than themselves.”<br><br>His eyes watched as a figure ran from the house, darting into the obscuring woods that surrounded them.&nbsp; That can't be good, he thought, as he took another drag and listened to the music.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 16:48:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Marco Benjamin Jr. <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Party Casual (http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/michael-b-jordan-1015-gq-01-v2.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | 6/9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pre-Party Requisitions &gt; Arrival &gt; Planning<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> All Around The World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9doCz9P6Pw)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Roxy, Leanne, Naomi</span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://popglitz.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Michael-B.-Jordan-GQ-October-20154.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Sooooo much crazy shit had just happened at Hank's that despite Benny being there, he was really looking forward to this other party. If only so he could drink and smoke and have fun without a chaperone ten feet away at any given time. Aside from the music and the roaring of the engine, Marco's trip to the haunted house. He occasionally puffed on the weed cigar in his hand, ashing it every couple pulls. Finally he arrived, and pulled off near the others, but still so his car was kind of by itself.<br><br>&nbsp;Turning off the engine, he checked in his little cigar holder to see that he still had about 6 pre-rolls left, so he was good for the moment. He snuffed out the roach he had left and put it in the growing roach motel, then hopped out and headed for the party. He could still hear music, and after a few seconds of listening he confirmed it was Naomi and Pearl Lipstick. Good, that meant he hadn't missed all the set yet, or Naomi leaving. The "Marco" smile was still on his face when he turned the corner and saw the gathering in the back, as well as the band in the empty pool belting out jams. He looked around for a moment and saw several people he knew. Roxy and Leanne were at a table with...oooo pizza!<br><br>&nbsp;At this point though he had a mission, and saw a lot of his friends he'd just smoked an entire blunt on an empty stomach and listened to stoner music the whole drive over. He needed nourishment. He made a beeline for the girls, dodging and weaving through the crowd like he wasn't 6'4 and 245lbs of pure muscle. When he reached them, Leanna was shouting out to Isis to come join them. And as she did, Marco picked a slice up and took a bite. "MmmmmGod I'm so fuckin' hungry. Plus cottonmouth. Need a beer." Looking around, he spotted an unopened one close by, jogged off to get it, then came right back. He chugged down a big gulp, then took another bite of his food. "Oh man, my mouth was the Sahara just now. And before you say anything, Leanne, I saw that IOU." His brow raised, but she knew it was all in good fun as he could have bought an individual pizza for everyone at that party and not had a problem with it.<br><br>&nbsp;After some small talk with his two buddies, he looked over at Naomi still singing. "I'll be back. Gotta go do somethin' real quick." He smiled at both, then walked off, pulling another blunt from the container and putting it between his lips. Walking over to the pool, he sat on the edge with his legs dangling over as close as possible to Naomi. He wanted her to see him here, and he waited until she did to light the cigar and take a big puff. Once she noticed him, while she sang, he just watched her with a smile on his face and a small swaying motion to the music. It was subtle; softcore as Hell considering. But Naomi he hoped would like the sentiment...and also want to smoke with him.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 17:32:18</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Benny Rothschild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236424#msg13236424)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Mercenary t-shirt (http://www.mercenary.dk/Shopfolder/merch/todd_tshirt.png), jeans, Converse sneakers, his trusty, dusty brown jacket that he should probably get cleaned<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Stairs, Kitchen, Outside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Broodiness, Underage Drinking<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jenna, Roxy, Leanne, Mentioning Marco, Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>"And, you know what else, I learn?" Benny shrunk back, Jenna's accusatory finger threatening to stab right through the bridge of his nose. He felt like the wooden boards beneath him swayed with the motion. "Knowing, who your real friends are, who have your back always. And who's fake, who worries about normies and what other people think, of them. I hope Aaron learns that, too."<br><br>Before Benny could even think to snap back with a sarcastic response Jenna was fleeing. His mind hadn't completely registered the words or their meaning yet, but for some reason Benny was incensed. His nostrils flared and his teeth grit slightly as Jenna fled down the steps.<br><br>"Fuckin' bitch!" he shouted, standing up to chase her down. He didn't know what he planned on doing. He was an asshole, but he wasn't about to go manhandling or beating Jenna down. He just didn't like someone tossing such words to his face and getting the last word in. So he began to chase her down the stairs, but just as she tripped and fell his foot came down on one of the steps, thrown off balance as the board cracked beneath his foot. He grasped onto the railing with one hand and planted his palm to the wall, keeping himself from falling... but then the wood gave out altogether and Benny's leg dropped right on through the steps. "<em>FUCK!</em>" he cried, his body dropping down to sit upon the step above. The knee to his other leg bent and his legs spread painfully, his back pressing against the railing. It creaked loudly and bent outwards. The world would have been spinning already, but with Benny's intoxication it felt to be swirling like a carnival ride.<br><br>As he pulled himself up the step slowly, Jenna made her escape. The need to be careful standing back upright, testing every step before he descended, allowed him some time to absorb what it was that Jenna had told him. It was true that there was a point he and Aaron were able to talk things like comics and games with her. She had at least proven herself to be genuinely interested in the stuff rather than being some cosplay model wannabe hoping to get the attention in nerd circles that otherwise normal guys wouldn't give her. But that's also the problem. She completely blew Aaron off, and while that certainly pissed Benny off, it was nothing compared to when she began dating some jock asshole.<br><br>So what right did she have to throw such accusations? Yeah, he was sort of friends with her, but Aaron was his boy. How could he not be angry on behalf of his best bud?<br><br>With a limp Benny stepped around the stairs and into the open living room. He could really go for a li'l bud right now, truth told, but he'd have to suffice for more Jack. With a scowl he made his way back into the kitchen -- the most crowded part of the house it seemed -- to snag himself another cup. He poured one... two... fuck it he lost count how many fingers, then turned towards the door leading to the back yard. Naomi's song was beginning to conclude as he scanned the crowd surrounding the empty pool, and... oh, shit, maybe he could score some bud after all!<br><br>Benny limped with vigor past the throng gathered at the door way and stepped outside, making his way towards the picnic table where Leanne and Roxy sat. His eyes were all for Leanne at the moment, though, as he settled the cup down on the table between the two.<br><br>"Thank fucking Christ," he said, his hand digging into his pocket for his wallet. "Leanne you are a life sav-" His eyes stared into the empty fold of his wallet. Not even a few one-dollar bills. Hell, not even a fucking expired condom. Absolutely empty of currency with which he could exchange for weed. "Nevermind!" he announced, stuffing his wallet back into his pocket. He retrieved his cup, turning to head towards the pool and fulfill his duty as childhood friend by watching Naomi perform. He froze, however, eyes squinting and head tilting as he saw Marco sitting upon the pool's edge. After a moment, he looked back and took a closer look at Leanne and Roxy, as if realizing just who it was he had been in the presence of.<br><br>"What the Hell are you guys doing at this party?" he asked, taking a sip of Jack. The question was one of pure curiosity. None of them looked to fit the goth, punk, weirdo or metalhead fashion of those attending the party. But because it was Benny, it came out sounding as if they were unwanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 17:45:46</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Annoyed at Zoe's reaction and at Jonas' noncomittal<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zoe, Jonas, Open<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>That Jonas would stand up suddenly and leave told him that either he had no backbone or that he simply deigned himself upon no shit - not even to be troubled by Zoe's dazed tirade. Well, someone had to keep an eye out on people overdoing things. It was alright if one passed out inside someone's place, but here they were almost literally in the wild. With the 'popular' folks around calling all sorts of noise and attention to their Den, soon it might come that police would drop on them like a hammer - and he really was in no mood to argue against some stuck-up, conservative officer about how did anyone brought weed to 'his' party.<br><br>Phil turned to Zoe as Jonas slipped away and looked down towards the girl even as she turned to look away from him. "Now listen here, kid, I know your parents, remember? Who you think will drag your ass back to your place and give your stoned ass a ride home once people start moving on?" He said in a berating tone, not nearly as loudly as Zoe had tucked on him, but clearly enough to let people know he was in no mood to have anyone shooting snarky comments his way. "Jonas certainly doesn't look like it. I wonder what you gave your ex to have him so unfazed."<br><br>Once he was done, he rubbed a hand over his forehead and down his red curly locks, taking in a moment to breath and another one to drink a long sip of his can. As he found it drained, he pushed it playfully to smash the can on the side of his head just over his ear, before throwing it away to the pile gathering inside the pool. "If you'll keep acting like a little kid, someone will have to keep an eye out for you."<br><br>With that, he crossed his legs and stared back at her, waiting for the girl to give him another little tirade. As the moods started to get incensed just by the pool - the music over as Naomi hiked herself from the drybed, he could hear Benny just again cussing at people. Shit.&nbsp; Should he had found Ben first and eased his mood, he might not have been so cranky. Perhaps Aaron's absence had something to do with it? So far Phil would stay out of it, but should words come to blows, he knew he'd step up.<br><br>'Fucking superman syndrome', Zoe had said. Well, should people act civilized around rather thank a fucking pack of wild dogs then he might stop worrying about it, Jesus. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 18:22:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Drug use, cursing and scene <em>does</em> contain a lap dance (DING!)<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco | NPC Bandmates(Ernie (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3c/13/1c/3c131c2574fc3d742e18b3b71d49005b.jpg) ; Greg (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/7d/db/147ddba132ad6d7ac1ae4aab4eab875b.jpg) ; Lee (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/80/23/cb/8023cb8199921c444358b137e9ac10c3.jpg)) | Everyone(Sorta)<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Janis Joplin - Me &amp; Bobby McGee (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXV_QjenbDw)<br><br><br><hr><br>The song faded out as she gracefully climbed back to her feet and vigorously shook her head, laughing as she rid herself of dead leaves the way a dog casts off excess water.&nbsp; Tossing her head back to get her hair out of her face, she flashed the crowd one of her carefree smiles, front teeth ever so slightly gap-toothed with a small overbite.&nbsp; She'd never been self-conscious about her imperfect grin, thinking such flaws made her more interesting to look at.&nbsp; After all, Janis Joplin wasn't pretty by conventional standards, but there was a whole damn generation of male rockers who grew up utterly in love with her.<br><br>Speaking of the queen, she turned to her band mates and dropped a wink, signalling for Greg to switch to keyboards.&nbsp; Turning back to everyone else, her grin turned wicked as she watched Marco settle on the side of the pool like Grade A Naomi bait.&nbsp; When the music started up, she was already heading his direction, the tempo of the song far more upbeat and quick than the other songs they'd played, but her rasping drawl still worked perfectly with the lyrics.<br><br>She sang even as she stopped in front of Marco and reached up toward him, using a boost to climb into his lap and straddle his thighs.&nbsp; The words poured straight from her soul as she plucked the blunt from between his lips and leaned in to teasingly run her tongue across his mouth, before flopping back.&nbsp; Bent backwards over his thighs with her head dangling over the empty pool, she took advantage of a brief break in the rhythm of the song to draw in a hefty pull off the blunt.&nbsp; Back arched, hips nestled against Marco's, one hand holding the mic to her lips and the other hand extended toward the sky, holding the smoldering blunt, she continued the song while holding her breath.<br><br>Her hips rolled and she writhed sinuously as she straightened and exhaled a thin puff of smoke finally, sighing a lyric and laughing as she offered the joint back to her generous benefactor and human stripper pole.&nbsp; Once he took it, she curled a hand behind his neck and rose up on her knees, drawing his face briefly into the low-slung neck of her loose cami.&nbsp; Then she fell back again, shifting to neatly swing her leg over him and slide back down into the pool in one fluid motion.<br><br>She flashed him a mischievous smirk before turning on a heel and sauntering back over to the band, arriving at the mic stand just as the song ended.<br><br>"Alright, bitches...that's it from me for a while.&nbsp; Leanne's here with pizza and party favors, which means Greg's gonna take over so I can get my fuckin' food on.&nbsp; I'll do another set later, maybe.&nbsp; If you deserve it."<br><br>She snickered and left the mic in the stand for Greg, heading out of the pool and making for Leanne like a heat-seeking missile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 18:56:44</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Confessions<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Sarah<br><strong> MENTIONING:</strong> Phillip, Zoe, Naomi, Benny, Jenna, Marco, Jonas&nbsp; <br><strong> MOOD MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;Never let you down &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anbF8iIYOcQ)<br><br>She grabbed the bottle of Vodka right from Sarah’s long, pale fingers and took a good mouthful. Chloe wasn’t much for alcohol, but she needed some incentive for the night if she wanted to keep her cool. Which wasn’t a problem until recently, in fact.&nbsp; Sarah’s first comment instantly made her think of Benny. He had the undeniable skill of making himself hated at first contact, even by those who knew him more than a bit. Sometimes Chloe wondered if she put up with him just because of Phillip, but then Benny also had his merits. For one, he was damn honest. And he didn’t choose sides, he treated everyone equally, which was like shit, apart from the few friends he actually respected. Or at least showed some self-control when around them once in a while. Aaron and Phil were the only ones that could put a muzzle on him, but even they got more than a bite from time to time.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;“Than we got… I think they’re called Cum Lips….&nbsp; Something like that.” <br><br>&nbsp;Chloe practically showered Sarah’s shoes with the second mouthful of vodka she was forcing to gulp down, bursting into laughter. <br><br>“They’re called Pearl Lipstick, but your title fits better. Naomi might be into that…I don’t know…” she said in a lowered voice, unusually embarrassed on behalf of the girl she actually knew and haven’t ever thought of her in that light before. This wasn’t the first time Chloe was listening to her music, but she always assumed the band made up those lyrics, rather than Naomi herself. Shocking language to get the edgy teens interested in the music, stuff like that. Not that it was needed, the rhythm was so good that Chloe thought the lyrics were actually harming it. She listened to Naomi giving the performance all of herself, sprawled on the bottom of the pool.&nbsp; <br><br>Her thoughts quickly dispersed at Sarah’s question and the girl blinked a few times slowly, deciding what to answer. It wasn’t as if she had to make up an answer on the spot, she trusted the goth with most of her thoughts anyway, but this time it was hard even for her to understand what was happening.<br><br>“I wish. A ghost would be one wicked excuse for my state right now. Lately, I’m always having one of those days, apparently.” She gave a forced chuckle. “It’s just that…you know…this may sound totally lame and pitiful, even to myself.”&nbsp; She took another chug before realizing that she’s been hogging the bottle all along and instantly gave it back to her friend.&nbsp; &nbsp;“But high school ended and I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing. No outstanding grades, no boyfriend...<em>still a virgin</em>,” she mentally added, “and I was certain I’ll make a name for myself with the paintings, just enough for a full scholarship at least. I don’t want to flip burgers all the way through art school, know what I mean?”&nbsp; Damn, the Vodka was making her talkative, she discovered.&nbsp; Thank God it was just her and Sarah.&nbsp; She would’ve probably loathed the silence between them if Sarah didn’t know what to say, but also any kind of comforting word would just probably make her problems sound even more pathetic.&nbsp; Just then Jenna passed by the two, looking like she was about to cry or hit someone, Chloe wasn’t entirely sure, before heading towards the trees standing close to where Naomi’s band was playing.&nbsp; ‘There is always someone having it worse than you’, Chloe suddenly remembered her mother’s words. Too bad they never gave any comfort, just showed what a pitiful world they were born into.<br><br>Chloe felt bad for Jenna.&nbsp; After the whole video incident the girl was excluded from all the groups, more or less. The popular kids definitely showed her ‘place’, except that the others weren’t so glad to hang out with her as before, as if she was cursed by the ‘normies’ and that would pass on or something. She hated that kind of thinking. It was worse enough that Jenna had to go through all of that embarrassment, but being left out of high-school life like this…at least Chloe sought the loneliness and the exclusion, it wasn’t something against her will. And Chloe had friends she could trust.<br><br>“I don’t want to sound like the good Samaritan, but think we can talk to her a bit?” she told Sarah.&nbsp; “No one deserves&nbsp; a shitty night on their graduation.”<br><br>Then things got really interesting. Marco and a couple other ‘populars’ arrived and they had no trouble fitting in whatsoever. Things would stand a lot different if it was the other way around. Chloe missed Marco and Naomi’s steamy ‘duet’ as she fixed her gaze on Phillip once more, who was talking to Jonas and getting a little too close to Zoe for her taste. Benny came around too, but there was no Aaron in sight. She instantly regretted her last words, feeling the need to head over there and distract Phil. <br><br><em>“Not tonight, Chloe. You’re not some damn pupper, things are different now.”</em> She had no idea what she was saying, the Vodka already messing up with her head. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 19:32:35</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Roxanne Meyers | Foxy| Roxy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236510#msg13236510)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/14/b8/9214b8c4d70e4a6f91c0d33d7730de70.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday| June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's| From the side <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving| Making way into the mess<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Collection of Flyleaf<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Leanne | Marco | Benny | Isis | Naomi | Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://trendsofcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Giusy-Buscemi.jpg)</div><br>Her fingers wiggled as she looked at the assortments of slices Leanne had grabbed. When she settled on one, she’d remove it from the box with one swift motion, careful not to let the toppings and cheese slide off. It was heavy. Of course it was heavy it was meat, her favorite. “Always a pleasure doing business with you.” She mused with a smile as she went on her way only to be stopped by a guy who looked like stoner.<br>&nbsp;<br>As she watched the transaction unfold, Roxanne was always amazed by Leanne’s skills of hustling. She had a way with words that left no room for negation unless it was something she’d be okay. Once Leanne was finished getting her five bucks.<br>&nbsp;<br>“<em>You’re a hustle baby.</em>” She sang jokingly. “<em>Just want you to know.</em>” Inwardly chuckling. It was like an artform, that watching it in action was a treat. It made her better understand just the kind of woman Leanne was. Roxanne might be smart but Leanne was street smart, Roxanne was learning a lot of things by being friends with her which was a blessing in itself. “You look good with horns.” She teased as she followed her towards a nearby table where they could settle upon and watching Naomi’s performance. <br>&nbsp;<br>Taking another bite of her pizza, her pale green eyes taking in the sights and sounds as Leanne called out to a familiar face. Isis, the ebony beauty. She was&nbsp; A faint smile curled her lips as Leanne beckoned the talented writer towards the little section they selected upon. If Isis looked over, she'd see Roxanne giving a friendly wave and then curl her fingers towards her body motioning for Isis to seriously join them.&nbsp; It would be nice to chat with her and thank her for helping her write that amazing speech she had given during graduation. She realized she didn’t have any cups for her wine and it was starting to get warm. <br>&nbsp;<br>Out of nowhere, Marco finally dragged his ass to the party, with good timing too. His presence was always so entertaining she couldn’t picture her high school life without him. He was the reason she did so well on the basketball team. She giggled inwardly at the exchange. Bringing the pizza was definitely a genius idea on Leanne’s part and off Marco went as moving over towards the pool to settle down with his smoke and listen to the rest of Naomi’s performance.&nbsp; Naomi’s fan service was delicious. Looked like someone was getting laid tonight, lucky son of a bitch. That Marco. <br>&nbsp;<br>Her eyes lifted from all the excitement as it was Benny’s turn to come get his grub on. Right for the pizza and then realizing he didn’t have money like he knew exactly what Leanne wanted out of him. She’d turned her eyes towards Leanne and smiled devilishly. “You have them trained well.” She chuckled turning her eyes back up as Benny turned away, then instantly turned back when he realized who he was in the presence of. <br>&nbsp;<br>“To see you, of course. Hope you haven't <em>missed </em>us too much?” A villainous grin tugged at the corner of her mouth her smiling eyes fixating upon Benny. She’d hold her pizza out to him. “Would you like a bite? It’s <em>really</em>...very good.” She offered him with a playful dare. Though just behind Benny, Naomi finished her amazing piece and was making her way over towards them. <br>&nbsp;<br>“If it isn’t the sexy siren herself.” She said warmly. “Glad we made it in time.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dead radio</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 19:36:13</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Zoe Porter<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank top + skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e7/1e/ff/e71effc31d22b719a492b844a999430c.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Doesn't mean anything to Zoe, right now.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Backyard, right where the picnic table is.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Zoe loses her temper.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas, Phillip + people in the backyard who happen to be close enough to the old, smashed picnic table.<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22600000/Krysten-R-3-krysten-ritter-22624733-500-333.png)</div><br>Her eyebrows raised, Zoe stared for some second at Jonas. “I’m not sure about that...” She started, while her eyes moved back to the improvised stage Naomi and her band managed to come up with ‘under her supervision’. “…but that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever told me, I guess. Thanks, Jonas.” She let off another sigh – or was it a yawn from being both stoned and hungry? – and finished her beer.<br><br>Suddenly thoughtful, then, Zoe started playing around with the empty can, crushing it slowly under her fingers. She opened her mouth, as if she were to add something else. Again, she didn’t – and remained silent for a little more. All the ingredients were there, she told herself. It was her… their graduation party. They were in the middle of nowhere, in the backyard of an old, abandoned house. Alcohol and THC had worked their way in little Zoe’s system, too. And her old man was out of town. The missing piece could be Jonas.<br><br>Actually, it <em>should</em> be Jonas.<br><br>So she muttered something like: “Don’t move, ‘kay?”, and leaned over the boy sitting beside her to rest her head against his left shoulder. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath in. And she would’ve maybe stayed there a little while, resting against Jonas’ shoulder, if Phillip Ekhardt did not decide to come over and check on her.<br><br>That ill-timed event forced her to open her eyes and fight her way back to her original position – with her back upright and her hands resting on her lap, right where her backpack was. The redhead said: "Hey, Jay."<br><br><em>It’s okay, Zoe. Your brain here. You’re slowly emerging from the deep, murky waters of obliviousness. God bless Coke, and whoever brought that bottle to the party. Stay away from the hard stuff, stick to beer and you’ll get through the night. Hey, by the way, did you hear what Phil just said?</em><br><br>At first, Zoe frowned – as if she were not 100% positive about what she had just heard. Then a smile popped in. A couple of seconds later, she would just burst into laughter. Imagine a hand, the index finger and the thumb slowly turning up the volume on some Hi-Fi system: that was Zoe’s laughing, turning from a smirk to a giggle, to a full-fledged laughter.<br><br>“Gee, Phil. Thank God you’re here.” She noted sarcastically. Quite loud, too. “I’m just stoned. S-T-O-N-E-D. Big fucking deal, right? And, oh, by the way: who the fuck ever asked you to watch over me? Seriously, dude!”<br><br>Was it unfair? Very much so. Was Zoe stoned? Oh, boy, yes! Stoned enough, anyway, to consider Phil’s concern towards her conditions the equivalent of an unrequested intrusion in her right to get smashed. “Fuckin’ superman syndrome...”, she snorted, looking away from both Jonas and Phil.<br><br><em>Well done, Zoe. Anything else on your bucket list? Besides, shall I remember you that Phil is, like, Chloe’s best friend?</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 19:50:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Marco Benjamin Jr. <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Party Casual (http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/michael-b-jordan-1015-gq-01-v2.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | 6/9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pre-Party Requisitions &gt; Arrival &gt; Planning<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Up (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyLo6duo25Y&amp;index=9&amp;list=PL68E4D0B8637821E5)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Roxy, Leanne, Naomi</span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://popglitz.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Michael-B.-Jordan-GQ-October-20154.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Of all the women he knew; all the gorgeous, beautiful, sexy women. Naomi was the only one who could be sprawled out in a dingy swimming pool with dead and brown leaves cascading off her frame, and somehow make it look like the sexiest fucking thing in the world. Usually, he was cool as a cucumber and collected to match, but something about Naomi acting like herself seemed to pause all that. So the most he could do was sit there and watch her work while she mesmerized him. <br><br>And when she was finally done, she smiled and it made him freeze. What sort of voodoo spell did she cast on him? Because it was confusing, but not bad at all. A new song started right after, and their eyes locked. Her gaze was predatory, just like his, but she made the first move. Still sitting there, smoking his happy stick, he watched Naomi saunter up to him with no hesitation. He didn't even flinch while helping her snuggle perfectly into his lap. He did lean forward ever so slightly, playfully trying to catch her lips when she snatched the blunt from his hand. She sang, she gyrated, she was <em>Naomi</em> in his lap.<br><br>&nbsp;It took all Marco had to not say "fuck this", pick her up, take her to his car, and make her see stars. He kept control though, with only a single hand sliding very low onto her lower back to press her against him when she sat up, and to keep her from falling when she leaned away. Even with as much control as he had though, he was still human. And with all that moving around, pretty soon she felt what she was doing to him. She felt <em>all</em> of it. Short, shallow breaths escaped him as she stood, and he let his tongue flick out just enough for her to register his tease inside her shirt. After that, she was back in the pool and it was over. The spell was broken and he was breathing heavy...wow that girl was something else. <br><br>She smiled at him, and he winked back, then stood to his feet while she went over to Leanne to snag some pizza. He looked down as he still felt incredibly horny, and could see his erection poking out in front of him like a badge of honor. He casually wrestled it under control by pretending to fumble around in his pockets for his phone. Once he was presentable, he found Naomi and put her in his crosshairs. His walk was slow, paced, measured. He said hey to those who spoke, and joked with every guy or girl who brought up the impromptu lapdance. But his mission was clear. Get to that bombshell over there and get her attention again. <br><br>Almost gliding up behind her, he slid his arms around Naomi's front, letting them cross lazily over her hips while he pressed up behind her. "Before you eat; shotgun." With as much weed as Naomi smoked, she knew what a shotgun was and how enjoyable it could be. So he took a big puff and held it while passing the cigar off to whoever wanted it. Then he turned her head to face him and pressed his lips against hers. That spark was insane, but he remembered the purpose of the kiss and blew the smoke into her mouth while their lips remained locked. True it was potentially a stolen kiss, but the weed and his soft lips would more than make up for it. Finally, he came up for air and blew a thick smoke ring with the remains. "That was an amazing performance. Especially the interactive part. Maybe later we could do a song together...or I could perform for <em>you</em>," he said with an air of cool and calm. Oh yeah, he was definitely baked now.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 20:10:21</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Leanne Abernathy</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236647#msg13236647)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Friday Casual (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/66/61/1466616dd1e53896b92a2d7d3dfdac88.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Spooky House - Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; The Joys of Capitalism<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Roxy, Marco, Benny, Naomi<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; N/A<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div><br>"I like to think of myself as just a simple woman with an entrepreneurial eye." Leanne said.&nbsp; "That, and someone who can't turn down free money."<br><br>It was hard to keep track of who and what was going on in the chaos that had engulfed them.&nbsp; People coming up to say their hellos, to try and get something to eat, to try and do a little of business.&nbsp; Shit could be overwhelming, but with Roxy there, Leanne smiled through it, letting Marco grab his slice, since he technically bought the pizza, and just going with the overall flow of things taking place at the party.<br><br>When Benny came up, looking in his wallet, she assumed he was there for some food.&nbsp; But that quickly seemed to have change as he seemed to have realized he didn't have the correct coinage upon his person.&nbsp; Whatever, Leanne thought.&nbsp; She wasn't about to cut deals on her stash of goodies.&nbsp; <br><br>“I go where my customers go.” Leanne said, gesturing around to the surrounding people at the people before placing an arm around Roxy.&nbsp; “The masses need their weed and pizza, and I'm here to provide it at reasonable prices.”<br><br>She caught a glimpse of Naomi finishing up her song on top of Marco, a lick of a smirk coming across her lips, before she gave a shout out and made a beeline for the goods that Leanne had brought, soon followed by Marco, with what was a noticeable bulge in his pants.&nbsp; The sight of it made Leanne snicker to herself.<br><br>“I'm sure there's a bedroom somewhere in the house if you two wanted to go fuck.” Leanne said in a casual, laid back way.&nbsp; “Or keep on dry humping out here.&nbsp; Personally, I don't give a fuck.&nbsp; Free love and all that shit.”<br><br>She flashed Naomi a grin.&nbsp; "Lovely song as usual sweetheart."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 21:13:30</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Picnic Table in the vicinity of the pool ---&gt; Somewhere around the side of the house.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zoe, Phillip<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>Well that was unexpected, Jonas thought, as he stole a glance to Zoe's head resting upon his shoulder.&nbsp; First the hug, and then that little moment of closeness between the two of them.&nbsp; For a moment Jonas was unsure what to do.&nbsp; Put his arm around her?&nbsp; A pat on the back?&nbsp; Kiss her?&nbsp; Help her up and take her home?&nbsp; Jonas didn't know what he should do in that moment, and it confused the hell out of him.<br><br>So Jonas did nothing, thinking to himself how complicated relationships, past and present, could be.<br><br>The pat on his shoulder made Jonas turn his head slightly to see who it was.&nbsp; Phillip's greeting was met with a quiet nod.&nbsp; He would have said something, tried to be sociable at the very least like his momma had tried to instill in him, but Phillip's own words silenced Jonas.<br><br>Outwardly, Jonas was stoic, showing no emotion.&nbsp; Inwardly, however, Jonas was cringing at the words.&nbsp; Why did he have to say that shit, he asked himself.&nbsp; He knew where the guy was coming from, trying to look out and keep an eye on someone, but Phillip just had to say it out loud, and right in front of Zoe, who didn't seem to want any of that.<br><br>“I'm going to go get some fresh air.” Jonas said, knowing the excuse was kinda thin, since they were all outside, but he just needed to get away before the fireworks began.<br><br>He reached into his pocket, fishing out a cigarette and lighter as he tried to get lost in the crowd to find a nice, quiet little place on the other side of the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 22:45:36</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Benny Rothschild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236424#msg13236424)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Mercenary t-shirt (http://www.mercenary.dk/Shopfolder/merch/todd_tshirt.png), jeans, Converse sneakers, his trusty, dusty brown jacket that he should probably get cleaned<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Stairs, Kitchen, Outside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Broodiness, Underage Drinking<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Roxy, Leanne, Marco, Naomi, Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>Naomi's final song began, temporarily pulling Benny's attention away. The simple turn of his head threw him off balance just enough that he took a drunken step backward, blinking in surprise at his own inebriation. He supposed that <em>first</em> cup was still soaking into his system. With that revelation, he took a swig of his second cup, hiding his would-be scowl as Naomi climbed up onto Marco's lap. Why that shit pissed him off so much was a mystery to him. He knew how "free" Naomi was in "sharing her love" with the world. Hell, if he could be that free to do so he'd totally be bangin' whatever woman came within range. But hearing the lyrics to her songs, actually <em>seeing</em> her perform in such a manner... it pissed him off.<br><br>That he couldn't figure out why only pissed him off more.<br><br>“To see you, of course," Roxy responded with a sly grin. He blinked, looking back, almost having forgotten his question.<br><br>"I go where my customers go," Leanne's arm swung to the crowd before completing its circuit around Roxy's shoulders. "The masses need their weed and pizza, and I'm here to provide it at reasonable prices."<br><br>Weed was right. What the Hell did Benny use the last of his cash on that he left himself incapable of snagging a bag? He took another sip of his drink to make up for the lack of a roach to pull on.<br><br>"Hope you haven't <em>missed</em> us too much?” Roxy's grin was that of some evil schemer looking to corrupt the innocent with promises of chocolate and cookies. Or was it nookie? As she leaned forward his eyes followed down to her outfit hanging loosely downward, showcasing her bosom for his eyes to peruse. And peruse he did, not even noticing her extending the pizza towards him. “Would you like a bite? It’s <em>really</em>...very good.”<br><br>"Not of the pizza," he stated, his eyes beginning to continue their journey to her bare thighs. In the fog of his drunken mind a muffled scream echoed from his rational mind. <em>Don't let her know you're attracted you fucking moron! Yield no power!</em> Swiftly recovering, his eyes roamed back to her own. "I mean, seriously. <em>Cooties.</em>" He crinkled up his face, his arms and legs pulling into his body as if frightened of bugs or rats. "Eewww!" he said with a cartoonishly child-like tone.<br><br>"Besides," he continued, swallowing another gulp of whiskey without even thinking about it, "you should be careful eating a fatty food like that. Next time you go to the city you'll be frightening the Japanese tourists." His expression suddenly changed to that of mock horror, looking towards the trees beyond the two women. "<em>Aaaaah! Gojira desu kaaaaaaa!</em>"<br><br>It was at that point that Naomi arrived, followed closely behind by Major Asshole. Oh, wait, sorry, <em>Marco</em>, and boy was he packin' his Bigger Blacker Cards Against Humanity card. He merely rolled his eyes at first, lifting the cup up to his lips, but then Marco wrapped himself around Naomi and pulled her into a kiss, the joint proffered up to whoever desired. Benny paused, the cup sitting still as he watched the display, Leanne teasing the two with a casual and creative suggestion to get a room. Benny lowered the cup, allowing his hand to reach forward and take the joint from Marco's hand.<br><br>"Jesus Christ, man, could you stink any more of desperation?" he said, taking a pull from the weed cigar. He closed his eyes, holding it in for a moment before slowly exhaling the cloudy smoke out. "I mean, it's <em>almost</em> like you're the <em>only guy</em> in this back yard that <em>hasn't</em> stuck it in Naomi already." He passed the joint on over towards Roxy and Naomi, and then froze, looking at Marco with an expression of mock shock. "Unless... asshole Benny's planted his flag somewhere everyone's favorite athlete <em>hasn't</em>?"<br><br>Benny pulled back in an over-exaggerated gasp of horror. If he looked over at Naomi he'd probably notice a look of disappointment -- or even anger -- on her face. Y'know what, though? She had enough guys groveling and slobbering at her cheap ass heels from K-Mart. Let the Queen get knocked off her throne for a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 23:27:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; <br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco, Leanne, Benny, Roxy<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Nirvana - Where Did You Sleep Last Night (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OHBEmQtNIg)<br><br><br><hr><br>She tilted her head a bit as Marco came up behind her, a little smirk curling her lips before they parted beneath the pressure of his mouth.&nbsp; She drew the smoke from his lungs into her own, tongue languidly curling against his and caressing over it before he broke the connection and she let the rest of the smoke plume from her nostrils.&nbsp; Straightening, she looked to Leanne, smiling with a lazy sort of affection.<br><br>"Thanks.&nbsp; Save me a dime bag?&nbsp; I've got the cash, but I don't want or need it until later."&nbsp; Her eyes flicked to Roxanne and she wiggled the fingers of her right hand in a greeting, flashing a smile.&nbsp; "Hey, Rox Star.&nbsp; You look hot tonight."&nbsp; She reached out to grab a slice of plain pizza and was about to take a bite when Benny shot his mouth off.&nbsp; Gazing at him silently a moment, she dropped the slice back in the box, and swiveled in Marco's arms to look up at him intently.&nbsp; "I'm gonna hold you to that performance, Marco."&nbsp; Her body pressed firmly to his as she leaned up to kiss his cheek, then extracted herself from his grip to step closer to Benny.<br><br>"You wanna pull this shit right out here in public, Benny?&nbsp; Fine.&nbsp; First, don't you <em>ever</em> try to make like me enjoying sex is somehow a <em>bad</em> thing.&nbsp; This is the motherfucking 21st century and slut-shaming has fucking gone the way of foot-binding and dowries.&nbsp; If you ever bothered to pay attention to the meaning behind the songs I write, you'd know that.&nbsp; Second, I will fuck whomever, whenever, where ever and <em>how ever</em> I want.&nbsp; Just because you put your dick in me doesn't give you <em>any</em> claim on me, my pussy or <em>any</em> other part of my body.&nbsp; And lastly...try not being an insufferable ass for a while, Benny...you might find you like it."<br><br>The last part was mumbled with a vaguely distracted tone, as she caught sight of someone she'd been planning to talk to...and it looked as if he might be leaving.&nbsp; As usual, her anger at Benny was only half-assed, because her temperament was generally chill...and Benny just didn't have what it took to truly cheese her off.&nbsp; Even the few times she'd taken violent action toward him, it had been half-hearted.&nbsp; If she'd bothered to think about it, she would have guessed <em>that</em> probably bugged him just as much as her lukewarm feelings in general.&nbsp; But she didn't...so...<br><br>"Hey guys, save me a slice...I'll be back in a bit."<br><br>She waved to all of them and moseyed off in the direction she'd spied Jonas heading, determined to catch him, but not determined enough to run.&nbsp; Running was hard work and she was too high, relaxed and happy to do effort.<br><br>"Jonas?"<br><br>She called as she followed along, willing to at least do that much.&nbsp; She owed him, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeveredDreams</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 23:56:43</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Winters<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> corset (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1RhO1JFXXXXcRXFXXq6xXFXXX4/LAUWOO-Retro-Gothic-font-b-Black-b-font-Brown-Steel-Boned-font-b-Corset-b-font.jpg) ,Skirt (http://www.devilnight.co.uk/1469-5210-thickbox/black-leather-short-gothic-skirt.jpg) , torn up white fishnetsthigh highs (http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8402/8703685458_28870f590c_b.jpg), Collar (https://img1.etsystatic.com/064/0/5254172/il_fullxfull.773501367_sv3j.jpg), Earrings (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=41501626) Makeup,&nbsp; as is typical dark and heavy.<br><strong>DAY: </strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - backyard. <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Chloe,&nbsp; Jenna Mentioning:&nbsp; Marco and Naomi.<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><br>The girl smiled as Chloe coated her shoes with vodka.&nbsp; Hey, a laugh was a laugh and it seemed like both of them needed one.&nbsp; Truth be told,&nbsp; she enjoyed watching the girl grin.&nbsp; It lifted up her mood a bit,&nbsp; and point in fact when it came to her friends,&nbsp; Sarah was more than capable of acting the fool to try to brighten their day.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sure,&nbsp; she looked like the dark brooding bitch queen of the grave yard,&nbsp; but when it came to her people well…&nbsp; she really just wanted them all to be happy.&nbsp; She took the bottle of vodka back.<br><br>“They’ll always be Cum Lips to me.”&nbsp; She said with a half snicker.&nbsp; “I mean that’s kinda what the name’s implying isn’t it?&nbsp; Or is my mind just in the gutter.”&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; It probably was.&nbsp; The rather provocative song…&nbsp; that exchange between the Naomi and the Adonis that was Marco.&nbsp; She bit down softly on her lower lip.&nbsp; NOPE!&nbsp; Take a few deep breaths,&nbsp; this wasn’t time to start thinking all…&nbsp; sexual.&nbsp; She wasn’t going to suffer that kind of embarrassment in leather… again.&nbsp; <br><br>She reached out for a fortunately placed shirt hanging off a long dead potted plant.&nbsp; She lifted one long leg and wiped away the vodka, before doing the same to the other.&nbsp; She dropped her makeshift rag onto the ground, she doubted whomever it belonged to would care.&nbsp; She hoped whomever it belonged to didn’t mind smelling like vodka when they got back.<br><br>Sarah understood where the other goth was coming from.&nbsp; She was struggling herself to find her place,&nbsp; at least until she managed to work up the nerve to show everyone that she could play the violin.&nbsp; She wanted to comfort the other girl,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; Chloe well she was a bit special in regards to that sort of thing unless she really needed it.&nbsp; So the black haired girl just shook her head.&nbsp; “Bitch,&nbsp; ya kick ass and you’re always gonna kick ass.”&nbsp; Everyone had their fears,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; she knew the other girl was gonna be okay.&nbsp; Sometimes though,&nbsp; it seemed to help say it in the simplest manner possible.<br><br>Those odd blue eyes watched Jenna darted by.&nbsp; What did she do now?&nbsp; &nbsp; She knew the girl was a sweet heart,&nbsp; though she didn’t seem that great at making good choices.&nbsp; She simply took one last drag on her cigarette pulled it from it stem and tossed it to the ground, making sure to extinguish it with the sole of her boot, the holder was than place in her purse.&nbsp; That probably would have been the end of it.&nbsp; Sarah was a lot of things,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; she wasn’t sure she could handle chasing an emotional distraught girl into the trees and try to calm her down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Particularly not in these boots…&nbsp; <br><br>Than Chloe spoke up.&nbsp; A soft sigh fell from her lips as she looked in the direction Jenna had dashed off too.&nbsp; “But… there’s ticks in there.”&nbsp; She knew the other girl was right though.&nbsp; She’d been alone in the dark quite a lot.&nbsp; The reasons might have been different,&nbsp; but, she did hate the idea of people suffering.&nbsp; “So… if I get any I’m making you take the lighter to them.”&nbsp; <br><br>Please please,&nbsp; she just hoped she didn’t a break a heel.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her mom had lectured her about wearing more sensible shoes.<br><br>“Come on,&nbsp; lets see what’s got her all full of angst.”&nbsp; &nbsp;With that she headed towards where she had seen Jenna headed.&nbsp; Her slight hips swayed slowly from side to side as she moved,&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“Hey.&nbsp; Jennifer…&nbsp; you probably don’t want to brood there.&nbsp; The bugs are going to get you.”&nbsp; She said as she finally made her way to the other girl.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 01:26:42</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Annoyed at Zoe's reaction and at Jonas' noncomittal<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zoe, Jonas, Open<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>That Jonas would stand up suddenly and leave told him that either he had no backbone or that he simply deigned himself upon no shit - not even to be troubled by Zoe's dazed tirade. Well, someone had to keep an eye out on people overdoing things. It was alright if one passed out inside someone's place, but here they were almost literally in the wild. With the 'popular' folks around calling all sorts of noise and attention to their Den, soon it might come that police would drop on them like a hammer - and he really was in no mood to argue against some stuck-up, conservative officer about how did anyone brought weed to 'his' party.<br><br>Phil turned to Zoe as Jonas slipped away and looked down towards the girl even as she turned to look away from him. "Now listen here, kid, I know your parents, remember? Who you think will drag your ass back to your place and give your stoned ass a ride home once people start moving on?" He said in a berating tone, not nearly as loudly as Zoe had tucked on him, but clearly enough to let people know he was in no mood to have anyone shooting snarky comments his way. "Jonas certainly doesn't look like it. I wonder what you gave your ex to have him so unfazed."<br><br>Once he was done, he rubbed a hand over his forehead and down his red curly locks, taking in a moment to breath and another one to drink a long sip of his can. As he found it drained, he pushed it playfully to smash the can on the side of his head just over his ear, before throwing it away to the pile gathering inside the pool. "If you'll keep acting like a little kid, someone will have to keep an eye out for you."<br><br>With that, he crossed his legs and stared back at her, waiting for the girl to give him another little tirade. As the moods started to get incensed just by the pool - the music over as Naomi hiked herself from the drybed, he could hear Benny just again cussing at people. Shit.&nbsp; Should he had found Ben first and eased his mood, he might not have been so cranky. Perhaps Aaron's absence had something to do with it? So far Phil would stay out of it, but should words come to blows, he knew he'd step up.<br><br>'Fucking superman syndrome', Zoe had said. Well, should people act civilized around rather thank a fucking pack of wild dogs then he might stop worrying about it, Jesus. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 01:36:30</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Somewhere around the side of the house.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Naomi - Closed<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; Phillip, Zoe<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>Jonas marched on through the crowd until it began to thin, walking across the overgrowt that had not been trampled by the multitude of people.&nbsp; While everyone was self-absorbed in their own conversations and troubles, or focused on others, Jonas was all by himself, and felt like he could breathe again.<br><br>No eyes upon him.&nbsp; No pulling him into others' messes.&nbsp; No having to deal with the complications of others.&nbsp; Nothing but himself, and that felt like freedom.&nbsp; <br><br>He flicked the ash of his cigarette and moved on, feeling lighter with every step he took.&nbsp; It wasn't as if he didn't like being around people, didn't like hanging out with Zoe and Phillip, but getting pulled into others' issues?&nbsp; Being sucked into those tensions?&nbsp; No thank you.&nbsp; Besides, he didn't feel like having to hang out and, as Phillip said, keep an eye on Zoe, whether she was stoned or drunk or tripping on whatever.<br><br>As far as Zoe was concerned in his mind, she was a grown woman, free to do as she pleased, just like everyone else there at the party.&nbsp; Who was he to try and be an adult to an adult?<br><br>Jonas just wanted to do Jonas.<br><br>The far side of the house seemed as best a place as any, he thought.&nbsp; It was dark back there, uninhabited by party goers, and though there was probably bugs and monsters back there, that was cool with him.&nbsp; If Scooby Doo had taught him anything, monsters are just people in masks, and Halloween was one of his favorite holidays.&nbsp; What the hell am I thinking about? He asked, taking another drag of the cigarette, when the sound of his name stopped him in his tracks.<br><br>He expected to find Zoe having followed him.&nbsp; Probably inebriated and wanting a ride back to her place.&nbsp; Or just to chill and screw.&nbsp; He had turned around, expecting to see her, and instead found a person he might have never expected standing there with his name upon her lips.<br><br>“Yo.” He said so elloquently, taking a drag of the cigarette as he ran his hand through his green hair.&nbsp; “What's up?&nbsp; Nice songs by the way.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 04:21:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WyPS0tO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis London<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture + tight blue skinny jeans and black boots<br><strong>Day:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night(has no idea why she's out)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's Backyard<br><strong>Content:</strong> Concerned girl who got ehrself in a situation she's sure she will regret later. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leanne, Roxanne, open<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> FKA twigs - Pendulum (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yix8PZKlw)<br><br><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Just her luck, someone had recognized her upon arrival. Would it be rude to run away and act like no one saw her? Or pretend that the woman calling her name was mistaking her for someone else? That would be a wish that would never be granted. Isis was the only person in her graduating class - hell, the whole damn school, with that name.&nbsp; At times she wondered why her mother would name her after a goddess. Well, that was something to dwell on later. Right now, Isis had to make a quick decision to acknowledge Leanne or run away. <br><br>Isis waved awkwardly, nodding her head before taking her first steps into mingling. Leanne had been someone she worked with quite a few times, so it made it a little easier to interact - even tho the others around her were acquaintances - as far as she was concerned. Not only did Leanne show that she saw Isis, Roxanne did as well. <br><br>The sable skinned girl always had a thing for athletic girls, but she could never confess to Roxanne that she found her rather attractive. A gentle wave back was given towards Roxanne, before turning her eyes to acknowledge Leanne. Though, she couldn't shake that cute curl of her beckoning fingers Roxanne gave towards her.<br><br><strong>"Hey."</strong> Isis simply said before walking to greet her with a warm smile. The smile hid her anxiety, even just for a moment. Interacting any further - talking to those around her - was going to be quite the feat. <strong>"How's it goin?"</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 16:00:15</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jenna Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Deadpool hoodie, white t shirt, jeans<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Outside, by Trees near the Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Underage Drinking<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah, Chloe, Open<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Jenna6546.JPG)</div> <em>"You probably don't want to brood there. The bugs are going to get you."</em><br><br><strong>"Ew, ew, ew!"</strong> Jenna yelled. She stood up, very quick, her eyes big with panic. She brushed her legs with her hands, very fast, she didn't want icky bugs crawling, on her, so gross! But, when she stood up very fast, her head felt light, and floaty, the trees spun around her. She fell down, back on sift moss under the tree. And she knew, then, she was super shit faced. for first time, in her life.<br><br>Jenna, she looked up at Sarah, and Chloe. <strong>"I think I stay down here,"</strong> she said. <strong>"I think I like&nbsp; bugs here, better than snakes over there."</strong> She pointed back, out the house, where commotions happened, some shouts, and laughs.<br><br>With back of her hand, Janne wiped tears, from her eyes. <strong>"Do you know what stinks?"</strong> she said. <strong>"Scott gets the high fives, and cheers, from his team mates, because I give him a stupid blow job. And, fifty bucks. That's all I mean to him, fifty bucks, for a bet."</strong> Jenna sighed, very tired. <strong>"For me, I don't get the high fives. My friends, they stop talking to me. They don't text, not nothing. They don't sit with me, at lunch in school. I sit by myself for a week, until a footballer brings the tray of hot dogs to me, he says he hears I like the wieners in my mouth. I hear him laughs, and his friends too, that's when I stop eating lunch, in school."</strong><br><br>Jenna closed her eyes. <strong>"I make one silly, stupid mistake, it ruins me. I want leaving this fucking place, so much. And, I can't. I'm just the dumb comic shop girl, who sucks dick, rest of my life."</strong><br><br>Jenna stood, she rested her back, against the tree, so she wasn't falling down. Her head felt so warm and fuzzy, a little better. She smiled at two Chloes, and two Sarahs, spinning in front, of her. <strong>"I want another beer,"</strong> she said. <strong>"Do you want coming with me?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dead radio</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 19:37:15</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Zoe Porter<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank top + skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e7/1e/ff/e71effc31d22b719a492b844a999430c.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Doesn't mean anything to Zoe, right now.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Backyard.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Zoe's a bitch to Phillip, but then she sees Leanne. And pizza. God, a pizza...&nbsp; ::)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Phillip, first. And then Leanne, Roxy, Marco, Isis, Benny... whoever.<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22600000/Krysten-R-3-krysten-ritter-22624733-500-333.png)</div><br><em>And now Jonas is leaving, too. Great. Oh, Jonas, thanks a lot. Really. Thanks for leaving me here with…</em><br><br>...Phil, who had just started talking to her. She listened, but she barely paid attention to his words: her mind was clearly wandering somewhere else, probably trying to break free from her body and follow Jonas through the crowd. Physical, boring Zoe, however, was still stuck there. She even sporadically nodded at Phil as she searched her backpack for her pack of cigarettes. She eventually found it, and a little later another cigarette was being held hostage by her lips.<br><br>“Are you done?” Zoe blinked and stared at Phillip for a bunch of seconds with her bright, vacuous eyes. She blew away a small cloud of smoke, the first one, before adding: “Good.” Then she grabbed her backpack, stood up from that half-smashed picnic table, and walked away – heading nowhere. Clearly enough, she wanted none of Phillip. Not that night, at least.<br><br><em>I should try and find Jonas</em>, she thought.<br><br>She looked around, sounding out the dozens of hairstyles and colors gathered in Old Margaery’s backyard and searching for the boy’s all too familiar green hair – in vain. “The hell with him”, she mumbled, flicking the ash off her cigarette before bringing it back to her lips. <em>Isn’t that Leanne?</em>, she wondered – recognizing Naomi’s best friend amidst a small crowd of familiar faces.<br><br>Her cigarette dangling from her lips, little Zoe moved closer to them. Her eyes tried to bring into focus the other people standing by Leanne: Benny was there, too, and oh – isn’t that Marco over there? And the other one was… Roxy, yeah. Apparently some of the cool kids in the school decided to come over, she thought. And, well... Benny, too. Cool, really cool.<br><br>She pulled out the best smile she could as she got within the group’s eyeline. “Hey, guys!” She commenced, even though she mainly addressed Leanne –&nbsp; “So, was it <em>that</em> bad? Hank’s party, I me-…?” She stopped. “Wait, is that pizza?” She asked, and almost immediately added: “Can I have some? Please? I smoked too much, I’m smashed...” Her eyes jumped from Leanne to Roxy, then moved onto Marco and eventually hovered around Benny. Oh, and little Isis was there, too. “Hi, sweety!”<br><br>Zoe waved her right hand at the girl with a smirk. <em>Now, here’s something new</em>, she thought. <em>Wonder why she’s here...</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 20:18:07</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Another’s Confessions<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Sarah, Jenna <br><strong> MENTIONING:</strong> Phillip, Zoe, Leanne, Benny&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><hr> <br><br>Chloe had her sympathetic look plastered on her face as she listened to Jenna’s sorrows. It wasn’t because she didn’t feel <em>enough</em> empathy for the girl, but whenever she heard about bad things done to others she got this psycho-angry-gaze-thing going on and most people assumed she was being mad at them or something. Yeah, she knew all about that episode and never felt the need to wonder how Jenna must have felt afterwards, it was exactly as she had described it. But when she asked them if they want to drink with her, Chloe just looked silently at Sarah for a split-second before gazing back at Jenna. Was she serious? Drinking, now? With all the ‘snakes’ lurking around? Who would drive her home if she – not if – when she’d pass out? There was Phil...but she didn’t want to ask him any favors of the sort, unless...No. That meant dragging him out of the party and she wasn’t doing that anymore. <br><br>“I don’t think you should drink.” Her words came out sheepish, she just had vodka and was feeling woozy herself. Not quite the right girl to preach about it. “And you definitely shouldn’t let one mistake define your high-school life. Leave that to others, they’re clearly best at sticking labels for everyone else except themselves.” She went silent then, already feeling a bit embarrassed as it was whenever someone made confessions of their own. Chloe knew just how fragile people where at the time and feared that anything she would say might break them. <br><br>“Why don’t we get you something to eat, instead?” she suggested seeing the commotion around Leanne and her pizza.&nbsp; <em>Chloe you dimwit, you and your big mouth</em> This was easier said than done, she never found the ‘girl with the weed’ easy to approach and the thought of talking to her made her feel anxious. She could always ask Zoe’s help with that instead. And speaking of the devil, there she was, heading for the new group, with Benny having entered the scene a while ago. <br><br>Something clicked and the petite goth offered her hand to Jenna so she could stand. <br>“Was it Benny that upset you? Did he say something?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeveredDreams</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 21:08:23</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Winters<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> corset (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1RhO1JFXXXXcRXFXXq6xXFXXX4/LAUWOO-Retro-Gothic-font-b-Black-b-font-Brown-Steel-Boned-font-b-Corset-b-font.jpg) ,Skirt (http://www.devilnight.co.uk/1469-5210-thickbox/black-leather-short-gothic-skirt.jpg) , torn up white fishnetsthigh highs (http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8402/8703685458_28870f590c_b.jpg), Collar (https://img1.etsystatic.com/064/0/5254172/il_fullxfull.773501367_sv3j.jpg), Earrings (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=41501626) Makeup,&nbsp; as is typical dark and heavy.<br><strong>DAY: </strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - backyard. <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Becoming Party Mom.<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Fight Like A girl (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RhNlaw0q5M)<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Chloe,&nbsp; Jenna Mentioning:&nbsp; Benny, Isis,&nbsp; Roxy<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><br>Sarah listened to the words.&nbsp; Sure,&nbsp; she had heard about the whole story in school.&nbsp; She felt bad for the girl,&nbsp; but, truth be told…&nbsp; the waif wasn’t exactly comfortable with the sudden outburst of emotion from Jenna.&nbsp; She would have thought she would have just ranted about someone being an ass, likely Benny.&nbsp; Sarah looked a bit confused and perhaps a little overwhelmed.&nbsp; She didn’t mind people venting,&nbsp; but, generally it was meant for close friends, not someone who was barely an acquaintance who was sloppy drunk.<br><br>Seriously though,&nbsp; she tried to do her best to handle the situation.&nbsp; “Jenifer.&nbsp; There’s nothing wrong with sucking dick.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She did have a hard time not being blunt.&nbsp; She’d…&nbsp; thought about it before.&nbsp; Though, Sarah had thought about quite a lot of things.&nbsp; “You’re the victim here,&nbsp; and the guy was just an asshole.&nbsp; Don’t let other people get under your skin.&nbsp; Hell,&nbsp; I’m the…&nbsp; chick with a dick back in school. Assholes are assholes,&nbsp; and they want to make themselves happy by pulling other people down.&nbsp; Instead of getting down on yourself,&nbsp; get pissed at the jerk who hurt you.&nbsp; &nbsp;You have to just stop caring what other people think.&nbsp; The only person who really needs to be happy in your life is you.&nbsp; So just stop being so hard on yourself.”<br><br>When Chloe spoke up against the girl drinking,&nbsp; she just gave a nod of her head.&nbsp; The comic book nerd looked like she could barely stand.&nbsp; There was no way she was going to let her imbibe anymore.&nbsp; GODDAMNIT,&nbsp; she was going to have to play the mom again wasn’t she?&nbsp; The raven haired youth had quite the tolerance.&nbsp; She was barely feeling the buzz, in an hour or two she’d be completely functional again.&nbsp; <br><br>“Chloe’s right,&nbsp; we have to get some greasy food in you.”&nbsp; She said and slipped a hand into her purse, retrieving the holder and a smoke,&nbsp; before bringing the cigarette to life with her zippo.&nbsp; She inhaled deeply,&nbsp; and exhaled from her nostrils.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her eyes moved towards where the majority of people were gathered and she saw both Isis and Roxy.&nbsp; She bit down softly on her lower lip.&nbsp; “I’ll put down cash for her food if there’s anything left.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Lovely Tsaritsa</strong> on <strong>10-06-2017, 01:45:04</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jenna Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Deadpool hoodie, white t shirt, jeans<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Outside, by Trees near the Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Underage Drinking<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah, Chloe, Benny, Open<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Jenna6546.JPG)</div><strong>Chloe: </strong><em>"Why don't we get you something to eat, instead?"</em><br><br><strong>"But I want drinking!"</strong> Jenna said, very loud, to the two Chloes. Or maybe there were three Chloes. If Jenna squinted, she could only see one. <strong>"Beer, it's yummy, in my tummy!"</strong> She giggled, even more loud, she couldn't stop. She thought maybe, she would pee her pants, a minute. But, she didn't and her giggles stopped.<br><br><strong>Sarah:</strong> <em>"You have to just stop caring what other people think.&nbsp; The only person who really needs to be happy in your life is you.&nbsp; So just stop being so hard on yourself.”</em><br><br><strong>"I know,"</strong> Jenna said, all of sudden very soft. She hated feeling, like a child. But she knew Sarah, she was right. <strong>"Sometimes I wonder though, if any one cares. And, I don't know."</strong> She runned her hands, through her hair. <strong>"I don't mean saying that, for pity. I don't mean that way, at all. I don't know, I only want things being, I don't know."</strong> <br><br>Jenna looked down, at her sneakers. The white toes, of her Chucks, they were very pretty.<br><br><strong>Chloe: </strong><em>"Was it Benny that upset you? Did he say something?"</em><br><br><strong>"BENNY ROTHSCHILD IS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT ASSHOLE!"</strong> Jenna screamed, suddenly. She smiled, very big, it felt amazing for finally saying that, out loud! She pointed her finger, over to where Benny standed. <strong>"HE STABS FRIENDS IN BACK, LIKE SCUMBAG! HE PICKS HIS NOSE, HE EATS THE BOOGERS! AND HE LIKES READING MY LITTLE PONY COMICS TOO, I SAVE THEM, FOR HIM AT THE COMIC SHOP! DON'T PRETEND, YOU DON'T HEAR ME BENNY! YOU LOVE PINKY PIE, I KNOW IT! YOU HAVE HOTS FOR HER!!!!!!"</strong><br><br>Jenna felt very hot, especially her face. She unzipped her hoodie, she let it fall to ground. The night air, it felt very cool, to her, and wonderful.<br><br><strong>"Do you want pizza?"</strong> she asked three Sarahs, and three Chloes. <strong>"And beer, I want more beer please, chug, chug, chug! I'll pay, you're my besties tonight!"</strong> She looked around, for pizza boxes. <strong>"Where's the fucking pizza?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>10-06-2017, 03:19:12</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Leanne Abernathy</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236647#msg13236647)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Friday Casual (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/66/61/1466616dd1e53896b92a2d7d3dfdac88.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Spooky House - Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; The Joys of Capitalism<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Roxy, Isis<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; Benny, Naomi, Jenna, Zoe<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div><br>The dark cloud known as Benny only further made to seem to make things awkward.&nbsp; It took a good deal of restraint when he talked about being careful of eating such foods, the comment stoking the fires of anger within Leanne.&nbsp; She wanted to slap the little prick across his face for that remark, to teach him a little lesson about body shaming.&nbsp; But blame it on the pot that was still in her system, Leanne just bit her tongue, giving the asshole the evil eye.<br><br>Naomi, though, didn't seem to have the chill restraint that Leanne had possessed that evening.<br><br>She said nothing as Naomi went off, her eyes going wide at the fiery retort.&nbsp; Leanne instead opted for the drink in her hand, minding her own business.&nbsp; “Not cool, Benny.” Leanne said.&nbsp; “Not cool at all dude.”<br><br>As the little group began to disperse, and Isis came up, Leanne shot the girl a smile, focusing on better things, while trying to keep an eye out for her homegirl.&nbsp; It was tempting to go off after Naomi, to check on her and see if she was alright, and offer some of the best medicine in the world that was stashed in her bag, but Naomi was a big girl, and seemingly talking to that green haired weirdo she'd talk to a few times.<br><br>“Well this is quite the surprise.” Leanne said to Isis.&nbsp; “I would never have expected to see you here, of all people.” She said before catching a glimpse of Zoe coming over, to whom she waved and invited over. <br><br>And then came the shouting that caught Leanne's attention, pulling her eyes way from Isis to the direction of the sound.&nbsp; An evil chuckle escaped her lips as she heard the words shouted out.&nbsp; Karma is a bitch, Benny.&nbsp; “Okay, Jenna wins all the pizza for the night.” She said, offering up the box.&nbsp; “You deserve it.”<br><br>She stepped back, letting others get at the pizza as she turned her attention back to Isis and Roxy.&nbsp; “Did you check out Caulton's party?&nbsp; Foxy Roxy and I bailed from that snooze fest and decided to check this one out.&nbsp; Kinda wish we stayed with the way this has turned out.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 22:47:17</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pizza mentions <br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Sarah, Jenna<br><br><hr><br>Jenna’s outburst was ... comical. Unexpected. Brilliant. Chloe laughed...soundlessly. There was definitely laughter in her mind and a slight grin on the outside. A little curl of the lips. Benny was a brony? If true, than daaamn, shows how little she actually knew of the guy. If untrue, then wow Jenna. To come up with something like that when drunk, clearly there was more to this girl than self-pity. Chloe suddenly felt melancholic for some reason. Why couldn’t she be spunky once in a while? <br><br>Fortunately others found Jenna’s remark hilarious , including Leanne who offered her the pizza. It got a little too crowded over there and Chloe was simply grateful that she didn’t have to ‘mingle’ with them. Except for Roxanne with whom she exchanged a few words about her art, she really didn’t have much to say to Isis or Leanne. And Chloe wasn’t one to chit-chat.&nbsp; Well, Zoe was there too. She should probably go and say hi, ask what’s new with her. However, the girl was currently talking to Isis so better not interrupt. She hated when others did that to her and what was the point, really? <br><br>“I’m all good.” She said to Jenna. “Ate before I left the house. Will you be alright by your...can you walk steadily over there?” she asked looking back and forth between the two, uncomfortable to admit that she didn’t want to get closer to the others. It felt good to be just with Sarah and talk more meaningful things than beer and what an asshole Benny was. Two girls already took care of telling him just that, however. Perhaps she shouldn’t push the same note. But she desperately wanted to ask him where Aaron was. <br><br>“We can come with you, though.” She continued, thinking that it might be too cowardly of her to back down when she just offered to get Jenna some food. And so Chloe offered her hand to help Jenna get up.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;“They don’t seem to be enjoying this gathering and maybe they’ll leave soon enough.” She told Sarah.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>13-06-2017, 06:51:36</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Roxanne Meyers | Foxy| Roxy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236510#msg13236510)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/14/b8/9214b8c4d70e4a6f91c0d33d7730de70.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday| June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's| From the side <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving| Making way into the mess<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Collection of Flyleaf<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Leanne | Marco | Benny | Isis | Naomi | Zoe<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Jenna, Sarah, Chloe, Phil, and lots of other people. <br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://trendsofcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Giusy-Buscemi.jpg)</div><br>“Thank you.” Roxanne purred, licking her index finger, at Naomi’s compliment of her outfit. “I had Leanne’s help picking it out.” A mused smile held spread across her lips as pale eyes lingered upon the display shown by Marco to Naomi. It was almost the most romantic thing someone could do, minus the blowing smoke into someone’s mouth. Roxanne never smoked on her own, engaging in it was more of a social aspect than doing it as a recreation. She had a lot of other forms of recreation she could take part in by herself or with others. <br>&nbsp;<br>She felt he gentle touch of Leanne’s arm around her back, pulling her from her day dream, but Roxanne didn’t mind as she’d lean in against Leanne enjoying the feel of her closeness. A giggle poured from her lips as she spoke freely, what was indeed, on everyone’s mind in regards to Marco and Naomi. Her eyes fluttered as Benny seemed to be having none of anyone today. His verbal assaults wasn’t for her alone that night as he ripped into Naomi and Marco like an estranged ex boyfriend. Was that jealousy and bitterness she felt coming from Benny? It peaked her curiosity as she listened carefully to his little rants. A simple feeling side her willed her to place a hand at Leanne's back and would rub it lightly. She knew how close Leanne and Naomi was and to have someone rip into her like that couldn't be an easy pill to swallow. For Leanne to bite her tongue and did nothing.&nbsp; Benny was insanely lucky in her eyes. That look of disappointment in Leanne's eyes said it all. <br>&nbsp;<br><em>Careful Benny Bunny...your insecurities are showing. </em><br>&nbsp;<br>The corner of her mouth tugged into a faint snicker. She had caught him staring but once more played it off as if she didn’t. However, the snicker faded when Naomi blasted into Benny and then stormed off. Was that Jonas she saw? The change in atmosphere sent a biting chill down her spin that had her shiver. She was actually surprised that Naomi didn’t punch him in the eye. He was deserving of it that night for sure. Yet, it was the presence of Isis that had her thoughts shift to something pleasant. A chaotic mess and a face void of expression, quickly held an amused one when Isis waved at her. <br>&nbsp;<br>She rose from her place at Leanne’s side wrapping Isis up in a hug and pulling her tall slender figure tight against her body. Roxy would turn her face and press her soft lips against her cheek brushing the corner of her mouth as she pulled away to give the girl space. “It great to see you tonight.” Her words were delicate as she motioned for Isis to have a seat with her and Leanne. <br>&nbsp;<br>That was when Zoe popped out of nowhere to say hello to everyone. Roxanne held her smile and waved. “How you doing tonight beautiful. You look like you’re having fun.” She asked the girl as her eyes drifted about looking at the various faces. Her emerald orbs catch sight of Sarah in which she’d raise her right hand and give a light wave of her fingers in a greeting catching sight of Chloe too. Where was Phil? He was over by the tables where she needed to get a cup for her wine.<br><br>Then...Jenna started screaming something about Benny? Yep. Asshole Benny. That boy seemed to be on everyone's hit list that evening. No wonder guy couldn't get laid. She was surprised he didn't end up on a cart of Milk that read 'Have you seen this boy' Jenna's ovaries of steal was award with the rest of the pizza from Leanne as she immediately handed it over, free of charge. Bless her heart. She felt it was more of getting it away from her, in order to keep the horde at bay, like zombies coming in for that delicious taste of cheese and tomato sauce. Was there even food at the party? <br>&nbsp;<br>“Caultion’s party had his parents there. There was no alcohol or anything. It was very tame and not so fun for the night after you’ve graduated high school. Gwynn stayed behind so she could wait on Damien and Miriam. She’d tell me when they’d leave and if they’d find a different party. However, I wanted to catch Naomi’s songs and saw this one making an epic heist in Marco’s honor” She explained glancing at Leanne with a snicker. That was when she’d step into Benny if he didn’t leave and would slip her arm around his arm and without asking him would pull him forward. “I’ll be right back and I’m taking Benny to find cups for my wine, I should drink it before it gets too warm. Do you need anything from the snack table?” She asked Leanne, glancing at Isis, Marco, looking over at Zoe waiting on their wants before she’d pull Benny along.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Is someone on their period tonight?” Her tone was playful, that sinister snicker curling the corner of her mouth. “Need a tampon?” As she glided him along to get herself a cup. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeveredDreams</strong> on <strong>13-06-2017, 19:03:48</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Winters<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> corset (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1RhO1JFXXXXcRXFXXq6xXFXXX4/LAUWOO-Retro-Gothic-font-b-Black-b-font-Brown-Steel-Boned-font-b-Corset-b-font.jpg) ,Skirt (http://www.devilnight.co.uk/1469-5210-thickbox/black-leather-short-gothic-skirt.jpg) , torn up white fishnetsthigh highs (http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8402/8703685458_28870f590c_b.jpg), Collar (https://img1.etsystatic.com/064/0/5254172/il_fullxfull.773501367_sv3j.jpg), Earrings (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=41501626) Makeup,&nbsp; as is typical dark and heavy.<br><strong>DAY: </strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - backyard. <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Chloe,&nbsp; Jenna, Roxy, Mentioning Benny and Isis (Kinda)<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><br>Sarah flinched as Jenna raised her voiced.&nbsp; Sure she was at a party,&nbsp; but, she wasn’t expecting that sort of&nbsp; outburst.&nbsp; Sure it was funny,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; the raven haired goth simply shook her head.&nbsp; The asshole was making the rounds tonight.&nbsp; She wondered how long it would take for him to take a punch to the jaw,&nbsp; or a rather hard kick to the crotch.&nbsp; She suspected as more booze and green stuff entered the blood stream of those gathered the chance increased immensely.&nbsp; It was unlikely that it wouldn’t hit 100% possibility if he didn’t learn how to hold his tongue, and not come off as a condescending jerk.&nbsp; Yea… that wasn’t going to happen.<br><br>The blue eyed girl took another long drag.&nbsp; Sarah tilted her head to the side watching as the little comic book nerd went on about food and beer.&nbsp; She wasn’t hungry, and well… she didn’t tell the girl,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; she’d likely be handing her glasses of water throughout the night telling her it was vodka.&nbsp; Seemed she was at the state where she probably wouldn’t notice.&nbsp; <br><br>When she took note of Roxy she lifted her hand,&nbsp; giving a slow wave.&nbsp; A hint of rose spread across her pale cheeks briefly.&nbsp; God…&nbsp; she was such a cutie.&nbsp; She had such poise and grace …&nbsp; she once again bit her lip.&nbsp; Okay,&nbsp; maybe her inhibitions were bit lower than usual.&nbsp; She wondered…&nbsp; if…<br><br>When she heard Chloe speak she turned her head to the girl and shook her head from side to side. “Huh?”&nbsp; Sarah seemed as if she was woken up from a bit of a daze.&nbsp; She tried to play the words out again in the back of her head.&nbsp; “Oh uh,&nbsp; I don’t mind the two of them being around…&nbsp; they’re… well…”&nbsp; &nbsp;She tried not to say it,&nbsp; she knew her words wouldn’t carry,&nbsp; Jenna wouldn’t remember it,&nbsp; Chloe might have been a bit judgmental… but she’d probably understand.&nbsp; Still though,&nbsp; she wasn’t used to voicing these kind of thoughts.&nbsp; “Cute.”<br><br>Maybe it was time to stop being so uptight,&nbsp; she only had a few months here…&nbsp; and well,&nbsp; she supposed she could live down just about anything.<br><br>She did her best to help Chloe bring the sloshed nerd to her feet.&nbsp; With the way this evening was going…&nbsp; she suspected she was about get get more than a couple drinks worth of puke on her boots when Jenna got to her feet.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>13-06-2017, 23:14:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WyPS0tO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis London<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture + tight blue skinny jeans and black boots<br><strong>Day:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night(has no idea why she's out)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's Backyard<br><strong>Content:</strong> Concerned girl who got ehrself in a situation she's sure she will regret later. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leanne, Roxanne, Zoe, Sarah, Open<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> FKA twigs - Pendulum (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yix8PZKlw)<br><br><hr><hr><br>There was a lot going on at once. On a normal day, Isis could handle dealing with more than one thing, but this was completely different all together. So many of them, all grouped up together. All of them talked so casually, so loudly. Each person seemed to have three different conversations going on at once and Isis could hardly figure out which one to focus on first. She was greeted by many and some of which she admired from afar.<br><br>Zoe - she was, well - they never really had many talks, but just an awkward experience all together. Isis liked her, found her carefree and cute - but wasn't exactly sure how to interact with someone so opposite of her. Then there was Leanne, of course - beautiful as always and this confidence that anyone could feel by being near her. Sarah was beautiful, Isis liked her - never really had the chance to really get to know her. Roxanne was so damn attractive to Isis - athletic, beautiful facial features and beautiful hair. <br><br>Everyone said their hellos, then the unexpected happened. A kiss from Roxy, if that wasn't the most tortuous thing she could ever go through. It made her heart leap and her gut hurt like all hell. <strong>"It's good to see you all too."</strong> she spoke as calmly as she could before sitting next to the two women who greeted her first. <br><br>Isis grabbed a slice of pizza, taking little bites as she watched and observed. Eventually she would say something, but not now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 17:34:04</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Benny Rothschild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236424#msg13236424)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Mercenary t-shirt (http://www.mercenary.dk/Shopfolder/merch/todd_tshirt.png), jeans, Converse sneakers, his trusty, dusty brown jacket that he should probably get cleaned<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Stairs, Kitchen, Outside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Broodiness, Underage Drinking<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Roxy, Phil, Leanne, Marco, Naomi, Jenna, Zoe, Isis...<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>Benny had completely forgotten his intention of knocking the legs from Naomi's proverbial chair by time she was in his face giving him a lecture. His eyebrows creased together in an angered frown, eager for the opportunity to spit right back... only in typical Naomi fashion, she was just too busy being Little Miss Universe to even completely concentrate on chewing him out.<br><br>With a huff Benny watched her retreat around the side of the house, turning back to the crowd at hand. Before he could even say anything Leanne was on him. What, they weren't sickened by Marco's virgin-like desperation? Jesus, it's not like he actually <em>said</em> Naomi's promiscuity was bad. It was that promiscuity that got Benny himself laid, after all! If you asked him, all of Naomi's posturing about her progressive attitudes was just covering up for some serious insecurities. In fact, he opened his mouth to say such things -- prefaced, of course, with how the word of a Call Girl Drug Dealer was worth about as little as one of her no doubt limp-wristed handjobs -- when <em>fucking Jenna</em> exploded from the other side of the yard!<br><br>Who the fuck sucked God's dick so good that he chose this night to slam Benny with their righteous vengeance?!<br><br>"Fuck it," he said, shaking his head. Benny's eyes roamed over the crowd before him, already regretting his decision to try and seek out some weed from Naomi's "bee eff eff". Catching Phil a little beyond the crowd and looking none too pleased himself, he rose his cup and nodded towards the interior of the house... only to suddenly feel Roxy's arm slipping about his own, steering him towards the rendezvous point he'd just signaled to his one friend in this backyard.<br><br>"Is someone on their period tonight?" she playfully asked, leading him into the back door into the old house's kitchen, the home of all the booze and cups. Benny almost opened his mouth to take a crack at Naomi and Leanne when Roxy punctuated her joke with its <em>true</em> intended target. "Need a tampon?"<br><br>"You fuckin' kiddin' me?" he asked, nearly tripping as his feet failed to calculate the new distance to the ground once inside the house. "Seems to me Naomi's cunt is the one tastin' like copper pennies tonight. I mean fuck me and all, but is anyone actually entertained by Marco's constant flaunting of his fucking coolness?" His eyes looked into Roxy's for a moment, and then his body halted in place. Wait... how in the Hell was he in the fucking kitchen letting out his grievances to <em>Roxy?!</em><br><br>"Fuck it, I think I'm done," he sighed, tossing the red solo cup into the busted and worthless sink. The remaining Jack Daniels spilled down into the drain, which then dripped down into the wooden cabinet beneath as the pipe seemed to have gone missing. Or, more likely, been stolen to be sold as scrap by looters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 18:09:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Marco Benjamin Jr. <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Party Casual (http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/michael-b-jordan-1015-gq-01-v2.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | 6/9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fuck it &gt; Heading to the Hendersons<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> So High (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvLSj4gRq-Q)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Roxy, Leanne, Naomi, Isis</span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://popglitz.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Michael-B.-Jordan-GQ-October-20154.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He was just grinning down at Naomi, having fun with their little back and forth. And he only nodded his head at her, ready to deliver when she said she'd hold him to the performance. "Good. We're gonna have some fun with that one." He thought of defending Naomi from Benny; either with his words of punches. But she seemed to handle herself pretty well. Well enough that him stepping in would only add insult to injury. <br><br>After she disconnected from his embrace, he watched her go off. Off in the direction he'd seen a shock of green hair going to the other side of the house. What could she want with Jonas? Then he saw the way she walked over. He knew that walk. Roxy and Benny went off to get refreshments, and he pondered a thought he wasn't sure he wanted rattling around in his brain. Benny talking loud about how Naomi fucked whoever, whenever echoed in his head. It was true; spirits didn't get much freer than Naomi. And there was nothing wrong with that. However he couldn't stop a hint of anxiety from breaking through his usually well managed at ease attitude when that thought kept growing. She'd been flirting with him during the song. Basically pulling him by his strings. He'd fallen for it. <br><br>They'd shared a blunt and intimacy during her performance. It seemed obvious that they both wanted each other, and maybe later they could leave together? But, but she'd gone after Jonas. And they had been gone a while. Inwardly he felt like he knew. And he didn't want to know. But something in him. Maybe pride. Maybe just needing to know. Something made him wave goodbye and walk over toward where those two had disappeared together. Casually, he took a stroll, walking to the side of the house. Just before he turned the corner though, he stopped, took a deep breath and waited. It didn't take long for him to hear sounds he knew all too well.<br><br>&nbsp;And just like that, his head dropped. So did his excitement, the fun he was having. All of it just faded.&nbsp; And he saw Benny's face, and wanted to cave it in in his head. It would be so easy to just drop him with every thing he had in a right hook. But...Benny always talked shit. This wasn't his fault. Something had happened. And well, he thought he'd had a chance after all the flirting and stuff, but Jonas was tonight's pick for Naomi. That was clear. And that being clear made it crystal he had no reason to stay since his one reason for even being here was busy with another guy. Not after this. It wasn't like he could just have a casual conversation after the events that led up to this ended with him being tossed to the side.<br><br>&nbsp;Nope. Marco Benjamin Jr. wasn't going to let his night end like this. He sighed, as he'd actually been looking forward to some time with Naomi. But it was what it was. Turning on his heel, he headed back to Leanne, nodding his head to her and Isis both before talking. "Heeeey guys. This scene's kinda dead for me. I'm gonna go check out the Henderson's farm thing. And I'll uh, be bringing my party favors. So if y'all wanna catch up that's where I'll be. I just uh, yeah I can't kick it here anymore. Tell Roxy I said I'm headed out and uh, yeah. Talk to y'all later." He offered a smile that for once seemed empty, then walked back to his car. He sat in the driver's seat for a good minute or two, just sitting there. Then he lit a blunt and let the smoke overtake him, help him calm down. He sighed, feeling defeated for the first time in a while. He hated this feeling, but all he had to do was move the fuck on and forget. It wasn't worth his time or effort to be upset about this. He was a big boy after all. The thought that he meant that in more ways than one brought a small smile to him. "Well time to find fortune in greener pastures." He turned on the car, revved the engine loud enough for everyone to hear it once or twice, then peeled out and left.<br><br>Continued Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268588.msg13259926#msg13259926)<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>16-06-2017, 02:31:47</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Enjoying the Party by himself<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Roxy, Benny, Open<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>He had stood drinking heavily by the table as he watched the 'cool folks' from school wandering around the Old House, and that was ok with him. Phil was just forgetting about Zoe's state - he didn't had to care about that, after all, despite his conscience constantly bringing his thoughts to the young woman - when suddenly Jenna went through her outburst. Oh crap. Benny must have really gotten to her, but the girls had already approached in to 'subdue' the worst of her sudden yelping. Once he started to wander again, he too could tell - like everyone else - that Jenna had gotten herself quite drunk. Yay.<br><br>Washing his hands as Chloe and Sarah seemed to be handling the 'Jenna affair' quite well, he went after Benny. Might be he needed someone to talk to - and that was when Phil watched Roxy walking in with his friend. While he thought that maybe Roxy had something on her mind as she pulled Benny away, his own smother Chloe seemed way too busy for him right now. So, like any good friend, Phil decided to hinder Benny's chances to get himself laid. It was also a great chance to just check Roxy out. <br><br>"Heeey." Phil said as he walked into the kitchen just after the couple. "Good evening to you too, sir." The redhead said as he took a moment to glance from Benny towards Roxy. "Sup, Rox?" He offered the girl, his eyes finding hers rather than allowing himself to so brazenly looking her upside down. Phil approached, reached for Benny's shoulder to give it a firm grip. "Easy, man, it's just a party. Stupid people will show up uninvited and unwelcomed all the time." <br><br>With a quick glance towards Roxanne, Phil smiled. "Glad to see you around, though."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>16-06-2017, 20:31:34</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Roxanne Meyers | Foxy| Roxy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236510#msg13236510)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/14/b8/9214b8c4d70e4a6f91c0d33d7730de70.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday| June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's| From the side <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving| Making way into the mess<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Silent Hill 2 - Promise (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qalGezr76o)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Benny | Phil<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Marco | Leanne<br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://trendsofcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Giusy-Buscemi.jpg)</div><br>Leading Benny into the kitchen where the red solo cups where. She'd hold onto him until he got his footing but would release her hold when he felt stable to her. She wondered if it felt good to him to let out what was troubling him. It probably wasn't his intention but she felt it was good for him. <br><br>A faint smile curled across her lips as he tossed his drink in the sink in defeat. If she could speak of what she felt when listening to him. She almost thought she felt bitterness, rage, insecurity, and above all jealousy. This was her speculating but no one couldn't say that she didn't keep her eyes on people. People watching was one of her favorite things to do. Benny was no different.<br><br>"Is it Marco being himself that upsets you? Or the fact that all you can do is sit on the sidelines and watch things you want pass you by?" She asked him taking her eyes from him for the moment to pour herself a glass of wine. "Why are you so angry?" Her voice was soft as she watched his body language carefully. Observed every aspect of him. All Benny did that night was insult one person after another. She was just speculating but it felt he shielded himself and all those insecurities by lashing out at everyone around him. Perhaps, because he was hurting everyone else had to suffer as well. That was no way to be in her eyes. <br><br>That was when Phil entered the kitchen and offered him a pleasant smile. "How are you doing, Phil?" She greeted him. Watching him make his way to Benny and give his shoulders a firm grip. Easing Benny with words of encouragement. Though she didn't want to leave Leanne alone for too long.&nbsp; She never really had the privilege of speaking with Phil. She didn't not take any offense to his words but found herself in a playful mood all in the same.<br><br>"Oh Really? I was starting to wonder if I was truly unwelcome tonight. Benny's words of welcome were telling me I'd scare off Japanese tourist when I move to Boston." She mused placing a hand against her chest as if his words struck her. A pout pushing her bottom lip out. She knew Benny's bark was worse than his bite so nothing he said truly hurt her in the slightest. She was comfortable and happy with herself an no one around her would make her feel any differently. <br><br>Her expression changed into a light smile a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "How is your night going? Has the thought of being free of high school sunk in yet?" She asked him as she brought the rim of the solo cup to her lips. Her eyes fixating upon him as she did so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 04:10:53</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Backyard →&nbsp; Exit<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>The detritus of beer cans and broken glass crunched and cracked beneath his feet as Jonas emerged from around the corner of the house.&nbsp; A cigarette hung limply between his lips, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, with no evidence of what had happened only a few feet away in the dark side of the house.&nbsp; A couple of glances here and there were tossed his way, but they were paid no heed as he came back around to the party scene and the picnic table he had abandoned moments before.<br><br>Be cool, he thought to himself as he hung out on the top of the picnic table.&nbsp; No need to draw attention to what had just happened back on the other side of the house.&nbsp; The last thing he wanted for himself was to be pulled into drama and questions as to what might have happened by the gossips that still hadn't gotten the news that high school was over.<br><br>It did not look as if he had missed much.&nbsp; A look around the scene had told him that the party was on the verge of dying, like embers in a fire pit whose flames had extinguished.&nbsp; He took note of the gathering over at the other table, the logjam of people about gathering around pizza (<em>mmm, pizza</em>), as well as the absence of a few others who had been hanging around before he went around the corner.&nbsp; Bummer, he thought to himself.<br><br>He checked his phone, taking note of the time.&nbsp; Too early to go home, he thought.&nbsp; His mom would be awake, hanging around to be interested in how his night went.&nbsp; <em>Not bad Mom, just got a blow-jay from a girl.</em>&nbsp; Yet sticking around the place didn't seem like it was going to be much more fun than going home.<br><br><em>Fuck it.</em> He thought to himself, hopping down from the table, and had begun to make his way out of the murder house backyard and down the path of cars where he was hoping to find something fun to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 04:19:23</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Leanne Abernathy</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236647#msg13236647)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Friday Casual (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/66/61/1466616dd1e53896b92a2d7d3dfdac88.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Spooky House - Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; The Joys of Capitalism<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Isis, Zoe<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; Benny, Aaron, Roxy, Marco<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div><br><em>That bitch left me.</em> Leanne thought to herself, watching as Roxy had slipped away with Benny.<br><br>It wasn't like she was in bad company.&nbsp; There were a few friendly faces that she enjoyed being around.&nbsp; But the place was so not her scene, despite how she tried to be friendly and engaging with everyone.&nbsp; She was tempted to try and hitch a ride with the sad and gloomy looking Marco to whatever party was going on, but she wasn't about to deal with all that.&nbsp; The last thing she needed was to be stuck listening to someone be all sad, full of woe and shit killing her vibe.<br><br>There didn't seem like there was a whole lot of anything going on, and without a car in some spooky looking backyard, she was feeling pretty stranded, especially with Roxy running off to talk with Benny.&nbsp; Time to make lemonade out of shit, she thought, reaching into her bag for a saran-wrapped cookie from her stash.<br><br>It could be worse, she thought, as she bit into the peanut-butter-and-pot cookie.&nbsp; She could have been stuck with Benny and his weird friend Aaron.&nbsp; But she was happy to have Isis, Zoe, and the others around.<br><br>“I'd offer some cookies, but all I got are hash ones.” She said to Zoe, having missed her question before about the pizza.&nbsp; “Plus, the pizza ain't that great.&nbsp; Caulton's parents got it from that weird place.”<br><br>So what are you two girls up to tonight?” She asked both Zoe and Isis.&nbsp; “Seems like this place is kinda dying out.&nbsp; Rox and I were up at Caulton's, but that place was Bummer Land with his parents around.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 20:21:07</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Sarah, Jenna, Phillip, Roxanne, Benny <br><br><hr><br>Chloe and Sarah helped a flimsy Jenna over to the larger group where pizza was waiting for her due to Leanne’s generosity. She handed Jenna a slice just to make sure she gets something in her belly other than beer and took one for herself thinking that perhaps she should follow her own advice. But then something else was going on in the kitchen, something that didn’t sit right with her.&nbsp; Phil was right there with Benny – ok, and also with Roxanne – not so ok. Of all people, why Roxanne? Chloe eyed the girl’s back from head to toe as if she was scanning for weapons at the airport check or something and then craned her neck to check out Phillip’s expression. Oh, he was definitely enjoying it. The conversation, her presence, didn’t matter. He even <strong>smiled</strong>. The petite goth narrowed her eyes and handed her slice to Sarah in a ‘here-hold-my-beer’ kinda way and silently moved to the group of three, coming right from behind Roxy. She wasn't even aware that her pace was a bit slurred, the vodka having made its way into her system by now, not yet wreaking havoc, but close enough.&nbsp; <br><br>“Yes Phillip, do tell us, are you finally happy to be free...of school?” she was angling for a cheery-casual tone, the kind that showed how comfortable she was with the party and <em> all his drooling over freaking Roxanne,&nbsp; the Student Council President and Valedictorian beauty...ALL COOL, ALL IS COOL, keep it together, Chloe </em> .... kind of tone. But it came out low and sarcastic, almost menacing in that Professor Snape kind of way. She didn’t even realize she had her eyes narrowed all this time. Didn’t even acknowledge Benny with a nod or a wave of the hand, although he was right there and this was the first time they saw each other that night.<br><br>&nbsp;Instead her gaze simply bore into Phil’s waiting for an answer, definitely not to <strong>that</strong> question, but to <strong>all</strong> her questions. <em>Are you into her? Do you find her attractive? Hoping to get lucky tonight, Phil? Why are you even talking to a popular girl?</em>&nbsp; Some questions Chloe wasn’t even aware of herself. They just poked at the back of her mind, incessantly. And she didn’t even despise Roxanne, she was one of the ‘kind’ popular kids. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>21-06-2017, 04:35:26</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Finding himself caught red-handed<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Roxy, Benny, Chloe<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>Phil smiled at Roxy. She had been, a long time ago, one of his childhood fantasies - she had always been so nice, easygoing, and so very pretty. He could recall when she had joined into the basketball team - her uniform fitting her slender frame so very nicely. Phillip had been thrilled and infatuated with the young woman. Once. Now, he had already given up all and any wild hopes and dreams that could ever see him hooking up with amazing Roxanne Meyers.<br><br>And then, just as he had been smiling to Roxy and plotting a witty response - you know, you gotta smile and flirt back - a familiar, dark and brooding presence walked into the kitchen. Right now, Phil suddenly couldn't mind Benny at all as he slowly turned to find Chloe almost hissing to him like a little, pale serpent. Her stare was like knives on his back. So Phil decided to play on his strengths, and with a chuckle, he reached up for Chloe's hand. Even if she did not lift it, he reached in to fetch her by the hand and pull her in close to his flank. Rather than just pulling her in, Phillip lifted her hand and spinned her gently around to pull her into his arms - in order both to ease the tension and wordlessly let Roxanne know that he had gotten himself locked under Chloe's affections.<br><br>All cool, after all. With a smile, he leaned in to press his forehead to Chloe's even as he leaned her back on his arm, as in an elaborate dance movement. "...I'm only now having a good night because I just laid eyes on some of my best friends. And, why not, the best girl ever." Those last words, suggestive as they were, could have been directed at Chloe - into whose eyes he stared as he spoke - to Roxy herself. <br><br>"I damn well am happy to be free of school, although I'm not yet sure on what I'll be doing with my life." The young man finally said as he pulled Chloe back to stand up with him, his eyes seeking both Benny's and Roxy's. "...What about you, Rox? Any great plans ahead of the class' valedictorian?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 05:25:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WyPS0tO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Isis London<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture + tight blue skinny jeans and black boots<br><strong>Day:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night(has no idea why she's out)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's Backyard<br><strong>Content:</strong> Concerned girl who got herself in a situation she's sure she will regret later. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leanne &amp; Zoe<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> FKA twigs - Pendulum (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yix8PZKlw)<br><br><hr><hr><br>Isis watched as events, conversations, and conflicts unfolded. Whatever drama people had going on, she wasn't the one that person who knew all about it. What made things even more awkward was the abrupt interruption and leave by Roxy that left so suddenly. Well, it couldn't be helped now. It did make things a little easier for Isis, however. No more heart thumping anxiety or blushy faces. Now she was left with Zoe and Leanne, so things seemed a bit more comfortable for the young girl.<br><br><strong>"I don't have much going on, honestly."</strong> Isis began to speak. It was a start - even if it was just casual talk between three women.<br><br><strong>"I came here on a whim, never been much of the party type - but...what can I say."</strong> Isis gave a look to Zoe. Zoe was that girl she ran into a few times and now she was sitting with her. So, every now and again her eyes would wander. <strong>"This pizza isn't that great, but I'm not even into pizza anyway. What about you two? Plan on doing something after?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 16:14:30</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Benny Rothschild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236424#msg13236424)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Mercenary t-shirt (http://www.mercenary.dk/Shopfolder/merch/todd_tshirt.png), jeans, Converse sneakers, his trusty, dusty brown jacket that he should probably get cleaned<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - Kitchen<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drunken Broodiness<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Roxy, Phil, Chloe<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Rocker-hairstyles-for-men.jpg)</div>"Is it Marco being himself that upsets you? Or the fact that all you can do is sit on the sidelines and watch things you want pass you by?"<br><br>Benny's hands lifted to the sides of his head, his jaw clenching as if he wanted to reach out and punch a baby. How in the Hell did everythhing somehow turn onto <em>him?</em><br><br>"Why are you so angry?"<br><br>"Am I not fucking allowed to be?" he asked, hands now spread before him as his eyes burned onto Roxy's. "What if I was behaving like a desperate douche-nozzle and-"<br><br>Then Phil appeared, giving his much more friendly and laid back greeting. It was just the perfect opportunity for Benny's shoulders to slump and to ease that breath of air out. He grasped onto his friend's hand in a tight shake before pulling back, allowing his pal to be a lot more cordial with Roxy than Benny would ever be. Which begged the question of why he was having this conversation anyway? Did he feel so needy for understanding? Did he feel so isolated tonight? What the fuck, man? This was supposed to be a party absent of normies and now Benny was outcast among outcasts.<br><br>His mind had completely wandered from his immediate surroundings when Chloe suddenly appeared. Now this? <em>This</em> brought a smile to his face. He didn't know what had clicked in Chloe's crotch the past year or two, but <em>damn</em> if she didn't want to jump on Phil's bone like a kangaroo on a pogo stick. Seeing the two dance around each other was often annoying -- like some shit anime where the protagonist never has the balls to unleash his pelvic onslaught on the big-titted love interest -- but once <em>other women</em> were around Phil? Oh, now <em>that</em> was entertaining. Watching Goth Lolita tear out Thunder Thighs Roxy's eyes would be a delight to see.<br><br>Or, would have been if Phil hadn't defused the situation in his charismatic fashion. Mother fucker just rolled natural 20's.<br><br>"See, Choe?" Benny shrugged, leaning back into the dusty, dirty, and somewhat sticky counter behind him. "You're boyfriend ain't cheatin' on ya." He smirked to himself, but knew it was the weakest of things he could have said in that moment. He was drunk, but maybe it was time for him to head home. He sighed and looked around. "I think it's time to Roadhog some fuckers in Overwatch," he mumbled to no one in particular.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 18:52:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Popping hearties <br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Phillip, Roxanne, Benny <br><br><hr><br>Suddenly the world was sunshine and goth rainbows in shades of grey and Jack Skellington serenading them like Sebastian in the Little Mermaid. All was good. Roxanne was pretty and nice and friendly again and Benny was smiling, what an interesting thing to see Benny looks so...pleasant. In Phil’s arms everything was just fine and Chloe didn’t even register his reply from the get-go, so focused she was on not tensing up and acting like a damn porcupine. He felt good, he even smelled good, she knew that familiar scent of his soap and shampoo and just being there with her back against his chest was bliss.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She gave a nod at Phil’s reply, she very well knew the answer, duh, and just smiled back at Roxy as if she was really eager to hear her plans for the future and maybe she was, why not learn something important about the top girl of the year other than what others were saying?&nbsp; Instead she heard Benny’s voice and Chloe turned her gaze in that direction, looking all pristine and without a care in the world. <br><br>”See Chloe, your boyfriend ain’t cheatin’ on ya.”<br><br>She just stuck out her tongue. A middle-school comment deserved a similar reply.&nbsp; <br>“I’m really happy to see you here, Benny.” And she was then. “This is our graduation night, surely you don’t want to spend it on games, I mean, seriously. It’s going to be a REAL waste if we don’t enjoy it together. Where’s Aaron?” <br><br>Gee, she hasn’t been this chatty since...<em>ah, the vodka</em> she thought and gave herself an understanding nod. <em>And speaking of which, what else is there to drink around here?</em> Her throat felt really dry for some time now water would be her first choice, but that meant walking away from Phillip and no way she was doing that, she'd rather die of thirst, but happy at his side. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 19:49:50</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Roxanne Meyers | Foxy| Roxy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236510#msg13236510)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/14/b8/9214b8c4d70e4a6f91c0d33d7730de70.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday| June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's| From the side <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting| Leaving| Finding Jonas<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Silent Hill 2 - Promise (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qalGezr76o)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Benny | Phil | Chloe | Jonas<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Leanne | Isis | Gwynn | Zoe<br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://trendsofcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Giusy-Buscemi.jpg)</div><br>For a moment the atmosphere felt a little tense as her pale green eyes held fast to Benny. Was anything she said hitting home or making it worse she didn't know and yet Roxanne wouldn't shy away from it in the slightest. It felt as if Benny was starting to open up just a little before Phil came in. Oh well. There was plenty of room for anyone and Roxanne didn't really see herself as the label everyone thought she was, she just never bothered correcting them. <br><br>She was about to answer Phil's question when Chloe came in. The scene within the eerie space felt a little chillier but Roxanne felt her plump lips curl into a faint smile. An amused expression glistening in those eyes of hers. She heard the rumors of Chloe's relationship with Phil but that would never deter her from talking to people who talked to her. Though she had to admit Phil's display was rather adorable and it brought a warm fuzzy feeling in her gut. The school's goth had a Casanova it would seem. <br><br>"Hello Chloe" She acknowledged before turning her attention to Phil and even though Chloe was there her posture was relaxed as if all this was normal to her. "You're still young there is plenty of time to find what you feel most passionate about and work towards it." She spoke bringing an index finger to her lips in thought.&nbsp; "For the moment I am just letting the fact that we graduated settle in. Enjoy my last few months here then it's off to Boston with Maui." She said with a soft smile. <br><br>Then she turned and looked at Benny. Benny always seemed to enjoy pushing his own misery on others. She wondered if he knew he was doing it? That when he was hurting he'd lash out at others in an attempt to bring them down to his level. This of course was her own assumption on her observations of Benny that evening. "Benny, you should have a little more confidence in yourself, stop using your insecurities as a knife to stab others. Life is more fun if you remove yourself from the sideline and take part. Don't blame others for what <em>you </em>fail to do yourself." She gave him a faint smile picking up two solo cups and her bottle of wine. This statement came after Chloe told Benny he should stay instead of playing video games. She'd turn towards Chloe and Phil with with a soft bow of her head. <br><br>"Enjoy the rest of your evening." <br><br>Exiting the kitchen of the abandon ghost house, not waiting for a reply, and back out into the fresh summer breeze. She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and wondered if it was Gwynn texting her. She had her hands full and would text her once she got back to Leanne, Zoe and Isis. <br><br>However, there seemed to be another detour to her route as she caught a glimpse of green hair exiting. Without thinking, her legs guided her in that direction - towards Jonas. She felt she should say hi to him before he left. Leanne would forgive her if she took a few extra minutes, then they could leave if she wanted to.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Thinking of sneaking back into your house?" She called out towards him. A light smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>23-06-2017, 03:22:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fishnet &amp; Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Leanne, Isis, Sarah, Jenna<br><br><br><hr><br>She wandered out from around the side of the house not long after Jonas, a cigarette dangling from her lips and her hair a bit more tousled.&nbsp; Her growling stomach made her beeline back to Leanne and the pizza, where she slapped some dude's grabby hand away from the last slice in the box with a smirk.&nbsp; "Uh-uh, mine.&nbsp; I'm the one who begged my girl to bring me food, and so far all you hungry fucker's have eaten it all up.&nbsp; So, I'm claiming the last fuckin' piece for myself and if anyone has a problem with that, they can take it up with my forehead."&nbsp; She plucked up the slice of pizza and climbed up to sit on the table beside the empty box, removing her cigarette from her mouth to take a bite.<br><br>She peered over the girls clustered around the table as she chewed, then chased the pizza with a swig from the half-full container of prepared screwdriver she'd hidden under the bench before the party.&nbsp; She just watched and listened until she'd polished off the entire slice and a third of her remaining drink, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.&nbsp; "Much better.&nbsp; Not <em>ideal</em>, but at least I feel less like the fucking pot-monster is gnawing at my insides.&nbsp; How's tricks, girls?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>23-06-2017, 06:41:15</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Backyard →&nbsp; Exit<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Roxy<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>Jonas's mind was on the future.&nbsp; How he would get in his own house without being badgered with questions.&nbsp; What he would do at home.&nbsp; How he might just sneak into the backyard and chill out in the pool for a little bit.&nbsp; Stuff like that, that didn't involve spooky houses full of dirt and germs and possibly supernatural forces and not on the present situation of walking back through the dark when he heard a voice speak.<br><br>He didn't spot any hobo ghosts stalking him from behind (thankgod) as he spun around to see the familiar face confirming his suspicions.&nbsp; <em>Roxy.&nbsp; Whew.&nbsp; Okay.&nbsp; Not a ghost.</em>&nbsp; Roxanne he could deal with.&nbsp; He liked Roxanne.&nbsp; He didn't like, and didn't think he could handle, ghosts.<br><br>“Yo.” Jonas greeted with a nod.&nbsp; “I was trying to think about doing something that would be totally cooler than sneaking into my own house.”<br><br>What's going on with you Ms. Foxy Roxy?” He asked.&nbsp; "Having fun with all the cool kids?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>25-06-2017, 15:48:25</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Phillip Ekhardt <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Cuddles!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Roxy, Benny, Chloe<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br>He had blushed slightly at Benny's comment, calling him to be Chloe's 'boyfriend'. As curious as thing as it was, they had never really tagged their relationship. They were friends - best of friends actually. They even fooled around sometimes, discreetly whenever in places like Benny's basement - which, allegedly, they had been making out in as a more... risqué adventure. And yet, they had never really introduce one another to their friends and acquaintances as boyfriend and girlfriend.<br><br>Roxanne left them, imperious, even as Phil brought Chloe closer to him as he pressed himself to her back and snuggled to the girl. As she was shorter than himself, he had to lean in slightly, his hands sliding to hold one another just before her waist and tummy in a tender embrace. Slowly he leaned forth and pressed his cheek against hers firmly in order to ease and reassure the girl - but his eyes could also from there so very easily look upon Rox' lovely tush as the girl walked off and away. <br><br>"Yikes." He said slowly as he turned both himself and Chloe towards Benny. "Don't carry that to the heart, man. It's so easy when you're living the life to discount it on the others that, well, lie struggling around you." He said slowly, letting his hug comfort little Chloe. What he did not want was to see her wandering around the party and screeching at people again, and he had a feeling in his gut she was just about to go after Roxanne. Rather than allow her to that, slowly Phillip stood back from her in order to get himself another can of beer - and perhaps one to his best lady-friend too, why not?<br><br>"Then again, Chloe is right. Let's drink. Get hammered, smoke, wash the troubles away and then bitch about those who haven't showed up. Like Aaron." He laughed - a deep and pleased laughter.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Continued here</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268903.msg13369753#msg13369753</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-06-2017, 16:24:46</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Leanne Abernathy</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236647#msg13236647)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; Friday Casual (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/66/61/1466616dd1e53896b92a2d7d3dfdac88.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Spooky House - Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; The Joys of Capitalism<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Isis, Zoe, Naomi<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; Roxy<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div><br>Leanne smiled at Isis's words, the shyness that came from the girl.&nbsp; “Hey, whims aren't bad.&nbsp; It's good to see you out and about, and not always at school and shit like that.” Leanne commented truthfully.&nbsp; “Gotta get out and enjoy life a little bit while you're young, you know?”<br><br>She was about to comment on her plans, or lack thereof, for the night ahead when Naomi came back from wherever the hell it was she had been.&nbsp; The grin upon her lips deepened when she heard that familiar don't-give-a-fuck attitude that was a welcomed change from the quiet tameness that had descended upon that part of the party.&nbsp; “Killer tracks girlie.” She said to Naomi.&nbsp; “Didn't catch it all, but loved what I heard.”<br><br>Another bite of the cookie came from her.&nbsp; “I don't know about you all, but I'm thinking about bouncing from this place as soon as Roxy gets her butt back here.” Leanne said.&nbsp; “I was hoping there'd be at least one good graduation party without assholes and parents and shit.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>28-06-2017, 23:38:31</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Roxanne Meyers | Foxy| Roxy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236510#msg13236510)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/14/b8/9214b8c4d70e4a6f91c0d33d7730de70.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday| June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's| From the side <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting | Looking at texts<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Silent Hill 2 - Promise (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qalGezr76o)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Leanne | Gwynn | Naomi | Marco<br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://trendsofcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Giusy-Buscemi.jpg)</div><br>An amused smile curled her lips as it seemed like she caught him by surprise. "Oh <em>Really</em>?" She asked him with a soft chuckle taking a step closer as she did so. She felt her phone vibrate a few times, it meant perhaps it was something important, or people were trying to figure out where she was and to have them join them. She probably would go with the later though. <br><br>His questions were common ones. Though she noted that he didn't ask her about why she was hanging out within circles that didn't associate with herself. Meant that Jonas might see her for herself instead of the labels that people had placed upon her. "Nothing much, I wanted to come see Naomi sing with Leanne and Marco. However, Marco recently took off." There won't be moments like these anymore once the end of summer comes and we all go our separate ways. When he mentioned the cool kids, she found herself once more chuckling a light smile spreading across her lips. <br><br>"Yes, of course. Making my rounds. Will be leaving soon to go find Gwynn and Co. They are texting me as we speak. Perhaps they found a better party than the one previous to this. It had parents watching. Though I <em>am </em>curious...if you <em>were </em>thinking about sneaking back into your house," She started as she briefly pulled out her phone and quickly looked over her texts. "How would you do it?" She asked him pulling her cell phone down towards towards her sides and fixating those soft green eyes upon him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeveredDreams</strong> on <strong>29-06-2017, 10:33:45</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Winters<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> corset (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1RhO1JFXXXXcRXFXXq6xXFXXX4/LAUWOO-Retro-Gothic-font-b-Black-b-font-Brown-Steel-Boned-font-b-Corset-b-font.jpg) ,Skirt (http://www.devilnight.co.uk/1469-5210-thickbox/black-leather-short-gothic-skirt.jpg) , torn up white fishnetsthigh highs (http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8402/8703685458_28870f590c_b.jpg), Collar (https://img1.etsystatic.com/064/0/5254172/il_fullxfull.773501367_sv3j.jpg), Earrings (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=41501626) Makeup,&nbsp; as is typical dark and heavy.<br><strong>DAY: </strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery’s - backyard. <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Leanne, Jenna,&nbsp; and Naomi.<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e1/cd/6d/e1cd6df6174fd7cfe6e8f96866bd4ded.jpg)</div><br>It might not have been the most mature thing that fell from those black painted lips,&nbsp; hell, it could have been one of the most immature things that ever found their way uttered from her tongue.&nbsp; She looked at the girl who was stumble drunk.&nbsp; “Bored now.”&nbsp; Sure, she might have wanted to take care of the girl,&nbsp; but…&nbsp; this was her graduation too wasn’t it?&nbsp; Maybe she should call the girl’s parents?&nbsp; She growled softly to herself.&nbsp; This was what she always did,&nbsp; put other people before herself.&nbsp; <br><br>She cracked her neck,&nbsp; before bringing the stem of her cigarette holder to her lips and inhaled.&nbsp; She held it in,&nbsp; puffing up her slight chest before exhaling from her nostrils causing the air around her to smell like cherries and cloves.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned her head to back to the crowd,&nbsp; as she plopped her slight ass onto the table. Top.&nbsp; &nbsp; She moved to cross one of those rather long legs over the other,&nbsp; pressing her thighs together…&nbsp; to sit as lady like as possible.&nbsp; She took another swig from the bottle of vodka that she kept held between her hands.&nbsp; She’d call Mom and Dad when things seemed like they were slowing down.&nbsp; They had expected her to get buzzed.&nbsp; It was why they had driven her to the field in the first place.&nbsp; Sure,&nbsp; she had a car…&nbsp; but she wasn’t getting a ticket or worse.&nbsp; She always played it safe.<br><br>She’d keep an eye on Jenna,&nbsp; but…&nbsp; maybe playing mom wasn’t the best way to play tonight.&nbsp; Her ice like eyes moved towards Naomi as she spoke about trick.&nbsp; It caused a bit of a blush,&nbsp; and she just shook her head causing those black silken locks to bounce back and forth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tricks?&nbsp; That phrase always made her think about sex…&nbsp; sex…. Well was something she doubted she’d ever have,&nbsp; and sex led her to relationships…&nbsp; which was something she craved.&nbsp; Or maybe she had everything absolutely backwards.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; how many people in this little town would ever consider her… Attra...<br><br>FUCK FUCK FUCK… stop thinking…<br><br>"You guys are... pretty good."&nbsp; She almost muttered something under her breath about titillating lyrics but she managed to hold back.<br><br>Her eyes briefly moved up to the stars,.&nbsp; She took another slow drag…&nbsp; she exhaled slowly inhaling through her nostrils creating some sort of smoke oroborus.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gaze moved to Leanne.&nbsp; “Doubt you’re gonna get that,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; if ya hear anything…&nbsp; would you mind dragging my ass to it?&nbsp; I was hoping for something interesting, and well this place seems like a wash.&nbsp; I’ll like.”&nbsp; DAMMIT! That was how she knew she was getting drunk.&nbsp; "I can spot you a burrito, or something in payment."&nbsp; She lifted her shoulder slightly, as she brought a hand to her neck, toying with her collar.&nbsp; "I mean,&nbsp; I can get hammered here I guess,&nbsp; but...&nbsp; I could do that in my backyard.&nbsp; I was kinda hoping for something more you know... fun?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>01-07-2017, 05:01:17</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; T-shirt and jeans.<br><strong>DAY:</strong>&nbsp; Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Whatever the hell time the party is.&nbsp; Sometime at night.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Backyard →&nbsp; Exit<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Meh.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Roxy<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br>Had it been anyone else who asked him how one would break into his house, Jonas would have awkwardly laughed and made a mental note to lock the doors up extra tight that night, and for the next few nights.&nbsp; But this was not some other person in his life.&nbsp; This was Roxy.<br><br>And Jonas knew better than to question one of Roxy's peculiar inquiries.&nbsp; It was better to just go along.&nbsp; Plus, this was Roxy, who was unlikely to abscond with a whole lot on her own.&nbsp; She was more like to steal his innocence and virtue than anything else.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well...&nbsp; If someone was going to sneak in, I'd say go through the backdoor.” Jonas said.&nbsp; “That's what I'd do...”<br><br>But was it too early to try and get back in without being caught?&nbsp; “I might go check out that other party.&nbsp; See what's up, kill a bit of time.&nbsp; Shit like that.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>14-07-2017, 19:25:40</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Roxanne Meyers | Foxy| Roxy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236510#msg13236510)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/14/b8/9214b8c4d70e4a6f91c0d33d7730de70.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday| June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's| From the side <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting | Looking at texts<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Silent Hill 2 - Promise (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qalGezr76o)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jonas<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Leanne | Gwynn | Naomi | Marco<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>A single digit rose and lightly tapped against her lips. It was interesting to think that his family left the back door unlocked when all of them were home. Though it was such a small town that most people knew everyone and if someone was to break into the house it would be an outsider with a random mission perhaps. However, her eyes flickered over towards him, a deviant smile spreading across her lips. Thoughts began to trickle into her mind. <br><br>"Wonder if your parents might not anticipate that and lock up every means for you to get back into the house, quietly...without notice." Her voice deepened almost playful as if baiting him for more information on certain things. It was nice to have that level of trust with someone. She'd then lift up her phone, the light from the screen illuminating her face in the darkness. She scanned her messages; some from Marco and Damien.<br><br>(http://www.thelistbuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Giusy-Buscemi-e1422025738112.jpg)(https://firstcbt.com/images/mobiliti_iphone_messages_icon.png)(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/mbj.jpg)<br><strong>From:</strong> Foxy<br><strong>To:</strong> Marco<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> June 9th | Unknown<br><strong>Subject (if applicable):</strong> <br><br><hr><br>Still at the haunted house. I should be there soon. Hows the party over there. I might be bringing some extra bodies in Maui. <br><br>**<br><br>Make sure you're behaving yourself.&nbsp; &gt;:) Is Gwynn alright? Who else is there with you?<br><br>(http://www.thelistbuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Giusy-Buscemi-e1422025738112.jpg)(https://firstcbt.com/images/mobiliti_iphone_messages_icon.png)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fd/31/b8/fd31b8750b95bdc50a9ac13735db025f.jpg)<br><strong>From:</strong> Foxy<br><strong>To:</strong> Damien<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> June 9th | Unknown<br><strong>Subject (if applicable):</strong> <br><br><hr><br>Will be there as soon as I can. Might be bringing some friends. <br><br>**<br><br>Where at the farm are you and is Gwynn with you? <br><br><hr><br>Putting her phone away, her eyes quickly returned to Jonas. "If you'd like to kill some time. There is a party over at the farm, if you're interested. I'm sure Leanne will want to go, we'll see if anyone else needs a ride to something more exciting." She spoke softly issuing her invitation for him to take it or leave it. She wouldn't pressure him into anything. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Outdoor Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>21-07-2017, 18:12:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Chloe &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818) <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Old Lady Margaery's House <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bad acting<br><strong> TAGGING:</strong> Phillip<br><br><hr><br>It should have been enough to just stand by Philip’s side, in his embrace and chat with the friends she knew for some time now. But Chloe didn’t feel that way. In fact, it was quite the opposite of what she felt that night. For the past years she went everywhere with him and they did almost everything together. Somehow, this wasn’t enough. For a long time now it wasn’t enough, but Chloe just kept holding onto the same pattern, perhaps fearful of what things could change into. Maybe it was the vodka, maybe she was just fed up with how things stood between them enough for her to act in a different direction this time.<br><br>Turning to face him, she gazed straight into his eyes and gave him her meanest, most displeased look. It was her version of acting sick.<br><br>“Phil, I’m not feeling ok. Think you can drive me home? I’d rather not pass out here. It’s…insanitary. I won’t mind if you get back here, but I just need to lie down in my bed.”<br><br>That was a blatant lie, but she really didn’t want to sound like the bitch that ruined his night. Even if it were true. She just really really…REALLY wanted to be alone with him on their graduation night. <em>Now or never, Chloe.</em> Yes, maybe it was the vodka talking again and while she was merely tipsy from that one shot, she discovered with satisfaction that the maddening thoughts stopped, the unnatural heartbeats went back to normal when she was around him and they could get back to chillin’ as they always had without her mind flipping a switch.<br><br>They’d eventually see Aaron and Benny and Sarah again. It wasn’t the last party of the summer, that much was certain. But on this night, she didn’t feel like partying. Chloe just wanted Phil. <br><br>continues here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268903.msg13365623#msg13365623)
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