{Before We Part} - Residence Parties
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				Title: <strong>{Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 16:37:30</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/bwp-residence-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 at a residence that does not belong to a player character. 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">The Henderson Farm</span></strong></span></div> <br><div align="center">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/44-3.jpg) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/BG1_home.jpg) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/uH61x.jpg) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/rjcc-events-up-lighters-at-18th-and-21st-barn-party-11.jpg)</div> <br>Not everyone hosting a party is a graduate themselves. Conrad Henderson, youngest son of the Hendersons, just completed his freshman year of College and has decided to hold a party for old friends, new graduates, and some of his College pals. Taking advantage of his parents’ romantic getaway to trick out the farm with his older brothers, taken over the barn and surrounding field for maximum rave potential.<br>&nbsp;<br>The first thing many will notice is the bonfire, a sort of beacon for all those seeking a space to park. It's in an empty part of the field, allowing anyone to just drop their car off in the grass and walk their way to the massive gathering. Due to the size of the blaze no one is <em>too</em> close, but plenty are close enough to still try and reach in with marshmallows on sticks to make their own s'mores snacks. Most, however, are simply drinking, with a couple of hipsters strumming on acoustic guitars.<br><br>Keep walking about a block and you reach the exterior of the barn party, with lights strung up like Christmas time. This is where tables have been laid out with all the food, the booze, and also some non-alcoholic drinks to help keep everyone hydrated. There are some outhouses along the side of the barn, but many of the men at the party leave those to the women and relieve themselves behind the barn itself. The thumping bass from inside the building can be heard echoing into the outdoors, adding some background music while keeping it "quiet" enough for conversation.<br><br>Inside the barn, however? The eldest Henderson brother, Marcus, is the one jockeying discs. With a bright pair of LED lit shades and a neon-lined vest, he blasts the speakers with various brands of eurobeat and techno. There is no talking inside the barn. Just dancing, and as the night goes on everyone is kept to closer and closer proximity to one another.<br>&nbsp;<br>Just about every graduate in town is finishing their rounds at this party.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Past Locations</span></strong></span></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Caulton Residence</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Caulton Residence</span></strong></span></div> <br><div align="center">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/1b182433dbdc250391d8733a5cbc14bb.jpg) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/keuken-1-1024x584.jpg) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/bm-image-739598.jpeg)</div> <br>It’s the evening of graduation, and class-clown Hank Caulton is hosting the first graduation party of the summer. It’s about 9pm and the party is in full swing up in Lookout Point, the more well-off neighborhood in Greenfields. Mr. and Mrs. Caulton are home, however, keeping the presence of booze and possibility of more frisky activities at a minimum. Hasn’t stopped some from pocketing flasks or carrying in bottles of “vodka”, but on the whole it’s a rather sober evening.<br>&nbsp;<br>Even so, most of the Who’s Who of the graduation class is in full attendance, or at least stopping by to say their hello’s. After all, Hank gets along with everyone! He has the animated expressions and mannerisms of Jim Carrey while having the affable timing and delivery of Chris Pratt.<br>&nbsp;<br>Just about everyone in attendance has brought their yearbooks to hunt down signatures and memories, and even this early in the evening tears have been shed.<br>&nbsp;<br>Daytime clothes have been shed as well, as many have come to enjoy Hank’s pool at night. Those equipped with swimwear -- and those that simply don’t care if their clothing gets wet -- are spending most of their time in and around the water. For those that prefer more dry environments, however, there’s plenty of space in the lawn to mingle, a small tented space with bean bag chairs for relaxation, a kitchen fully equipped with soda, pizza (pepperoni, plain, black olive’s, and even a couple gluten-free pies just in case), and an assortment of snack foods, and the furniture pushed back to allow for more indoorsy types to enjoy the air-conditioning.<br>&nbsp;<br>The upstairs has been blocked off with a doggy-gate, which also keeps poor Bumpkin, the pug, looking at the attendants enviously from afar.</div></div> <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>Outdoor Parties (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268589.0)<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} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 16:40:07</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Aaron Gilbert<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey t-shirt and hat, dark grey khaki shorts<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Observation, Embarrassment<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> You and I Both Lose (But 5 Wins) by Toehider (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcPqxQiWk7Y)<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>For about ten minutes Aaron had been standing with his back against the Caulton house, hands in his pockets, legs crossed at the ankles. The pulsing bass of what he assumed was some Drake or Li’l Wayne song seemed to drown out… well, <em>the song</em> itself, sending light tremors throughout the ground. His eyes scanned his surroundings, watching his classmates of the last six years intermingle, laugh, flirt, and pout, voices competing loudly with the pop hit rumbling through their bones. No one seemed to take notice of him up against the wall. Not a single pair of eyes landed on him, not a hand gesturing towards him in greeting. Aaron inhaled deeply, his chest puffing slightly as he closed his eyes.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Okay,” he said softly as a whisper. He removed his hands from his pockets, allowing his fingers to softly drum on his thighs. “<em>’But this is the last thing,’ I said to my good friend. ‘If this bombs, man, if this time it doesn’t fly… I’m throwing the towel in, I tire of these welts from banging my head against the wall…’</em>”<br>&nbsp;<br>Aaron’s voice continued at a whisper -- if that -- as he recited the lines to the song. His face flushed slightly as he only confirmed his “weirdo” status by drumming and singing to himself. However, thinking of the song also helped him shut out not just the noise, but his own anxieties.<br>&nbsp;<br>“<em>Pulled up a chair, tied back her hair, with not a care whipped out a deck of cards. Opened the box, I looked at my watch, she pulled up her socks and dealt a hand of 5.</em>”<br>&nbsp;<br>His own voice continued to be drowned out by all the commotion surrounding him despite his rising confidence. As he recited the track, hearing the guitar in his mind as his fingers more vigorously filled out the percussion, he felt the tightened knots in his stomach loosen. The adrenaline of an energetic song began to slowly seep throughout his limbs. His leg uncrossed, foot lifting and planting itself flat against the house behind him. Eyes still closed, the picture of the song’s story played like the slides of a PowerPoint presentation.<br>&nbsp;<br>“<em>’So, what, that’s it? You’re full of shit!’ She didn't quit. No, it's like she didn't hear. ‘So now you know the way it goes. Let's play and, oh, so here's the final rule…’</em><br>&nbsp;<br>“<em>’You and I both lose-’</em>”<br>&nbsp;<br>His eyes squinted as he banged the back of his head against the house. Perhaps a bit too into the song, he hadn’t noticed his voice had risen even further as his fingers had tapped with an even more eager vitality. Upon the impact of his head he not only lost his flow, but his eyes opened to see the upward eyebrow, crinkled nose and quirked lip of Gretchen Bullworth, one of the less friendly cheerleaders on the squad.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Well,” she said, her eyes giving Aaron a rather disapproving scan, “one of us has certainly lost the game of life before a single roll of the dice.” She flicked her dark raven locks that contrasted perfectly against her pale skin, her lips tinted with a darkened red that matched the hues of her eyeshadow. “Y’know, it’s a good thing you forgot your yearbook. It would only be so heart-breaking to take it home with absolutely no signatures, wouldn’t it?”<br>&nbsp;<br>Gretchen gave a fake pout before turning around, her denim shorts providing just a hint of ass cheek as she swayed towards the pool. Her voice took on a much perkier tone as she wrapped her arm around Vincent Kelligree’s arm, pulling his bicep towards her breasts. Aaron sighed, turning his attention back around the rest of the pool, his hands slipping back into his pockets as his stomach knotted back up again.<br>&nbsp;<br>Maybe he should have gone with Benny after all?
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 18:30:11</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, Aaron</span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.interviewmagazine.com/files/2013/07/15/img-michael-b-jordan_184836300571.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Tonight was the first of many parties, ragers, rave's, bashes, and whatever else you wanted to call the nearly infinite celebrations that would go on between all the graduating students right up until the very tail end of Summer. His body was ready. <br><br>He'd gotten invitations to several parties tonight, and the first would be Hank's. Before he went anywhere though, Marco took a shower, put on some smell good, his best clothes and kissed his mother goodnight before slamming his dad on the couch(they liked to roughhouse alot) "Alright, y'all. I'll be back...later; yeah, that's a good way to put it. I'll try not to wake you guys up when I get home." One more wave and he was out the door and hopping with practiced ease into the drivers' seat of his Pony. Key in the ignition and she roared turning on, then purred with content while he sat there. <br><br>"Damn. I love this fucking car," he said to himself with a big smile before putting her in gear and screaming down their driveway. The tires screeched when he turned onto the main street, and he turned his music up loud to blare it while he drove. His first stop of the night was Leonard Williamson. He was a College Grad with a dual degree in botany and business. No surprise what he did with his free time after school. The guy lived in the Acres, and he basically sold high quality weed, but only large amounts, like at least an ounce or two. Well tonight his services were needed, and Marco called him on the way to his house. "Yeah, of course I got the money, and I got the bag. Yeah no problems, be there in fifteen, bro." <br><br>-Fifteen Minutes Later-<br><br>"Alright, thanks, my guy. I'll hit you up later if I need more; which tonight...I might. Hahaha. Alright man, don't spend that all in one place." Marco slapped his hand into Leonard's and shook it, then slung the heavier now that it was full bag over his shoulder. Once back at the car, he put the bag in the trunk under his pads and gym clothes, then he took off back toward Hank's. His smile died a bit when he saw Mr. and Mrs. Coulton's cars, meaning they were home, meaning this party was going to be PG as fuck. <br><br>Well, the first party of the night was never the best, but he'd have some fun regardless. After parking, he scooted around back just in time to see the tail end of Aaron going against Gretchen and her piece of arm candy. He sighed, shaking his head and walking right over as those two left. "Fuck her, man. She's a bitch and nobody likes her. Vince is probably gonna tell us <em>eeeeevery</em> little detail about tonight after those two are done. She's not even worth your time," he said before clapping a hand on Aaron's shoulder. "Soooo, this thing about as live as it's gonna get? Or do we expect the Coulton's to be leaving anytime soon?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 19:21:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Snark!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaron, Marco, Roxy, Open&nbsp; (Where my girls at?)<br><hr>First party of the night... and it was fully chaperoned.&nbsp; Ehh, well, Hank probably had about an hour to lose his parents before people moved to the next house.&nbsp; But, hey, there was food and non-alcoholic drinks, and friends.&nbsp; Overall, not a horrible start.<br><br>They'd arrived maybe ten minutes ago.&nbsp; Enough time to get a drink, and make it through the kitchen.&nbsp; Why did it always seem that everyone wanted to congregate in the kitchen?&nbsp; She could understand if there had been a keg, or something, but without - was it just simply a comfort zone?&nbsp; Regardless, the night air felt good on her skin, and it felt great to be able to move without a dozen people hovering over her head.&nbsp; After all, being a hair away from 5'5" didn't offer a large presence.<br><br>Unfortunately, along with the night air, and space to move, came the yearbooks.&nbsp; Gwynn simply smiled, and patiently wrote something polite and positive in the books.&nbsp; Hadn't people gotten enough of this at school?&nbsp; It felt like she'd done nothing but sign yearbooks for most of the day - well there had been the long, and boring ceremony - but, seriously, she was starting to run out of original things to write.<br><br>Green eyes lifted from her latest penning, as she passed the book back to its owner.&nbsp; She greeted her fellow cheerleader with a large smile, dimples and all.&nbsp; <strong>"Hi Gretchen!&nbsp; We finally graduated,"</strong> the tiny blonde said enthusiastically, before tilting her head to the side, <strong>"so you can stop being a bitch now."</strong>&nbsp; Fake dimpled smile still formed perfectly upon her lips as she gave a dismissive finger wave to Gretchen and her escort before slipping past and casually strolling to where Marco and her study buddy were hanging out.<br><br><strong>"Sup,"</strong> she said with a nod and more natural smile to Marco, then slipped her arm through Aaron's, his hands in his pockets created just enough space, and gave the wallflower a gentle tug.&nbsp; <strong>"Come on, let's mingle?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 19:29:19</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> Caulton Residence | Backyard pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Prep|Arriving| Finding people she knows and maybe some not so PG thoughts<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Whatever is playing<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn | Marco | Aaron | Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Leanne | Megan<br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://trendsofcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Giusy-Buscemi.jpg)</div><br>The past, present, and near future seemed to collide in a whirlwind of thoughts for former class president and valedictorian. This was it, it was finally over. High school life was in the past and a near distance future opened a path of unworldly adventures and new stories to write. She felt full and empty at the same time, understanding that in the next three months, she'd be leaving this small town and transitioning into the adult world. She inhaled deeply, gazing at herself in the full length mirror. She was applying lip gloss to her nude lips and went over her make up just the way Megan taught her all those years. With an exhale, she told herself she wouldn't be sad, but then the realization of the end had yet to hit her so she smiled and turned with pride away from the mirror. Glancing back, only to check out her lower half for any flaws. Her choice of outfit was curtesy of the beautiful Leanne. She was going to miss her terribly but reminded herself that Leanne was only a tweet, text message, and snap chat away. No matter the distance she had her fashionista on speed dial. <br><br>Leaving her room, she'd whisper a soft goodbye to her father, her mother was working late as usual but she'd see her when she got home. Out to&nbsp; her baby Maui, her 1996 Jeep Wrangler, that had it's top down and doors taken off. It probably wouldn't be good for her hair but she'd never let anyone know she made mistakes even if she herself knew it. She had texted Gwynn to tell her she was on her way to pick her up. That was her date of choice that evening. She understood that she was wearing a sun dress with a bathing suit. There might have been a not so angelic thought floating around in her head as her thoughts pictured different things that a deviant smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she played her Jeep in reverse and went on her way. <br><br><br>She'd notice the same things as Marco did as she pulled up to house of Hank and made sure to park her jeep in an area it wasn't going to get vandalized and made her way into the house. The sound of her heels was muffled by the rippling of music the suffocated every space. Her heart pounded to it's rhythm and she'd slowly weaved her way between people. At her side, rested a bottle of 2007 Pinot Grigio. A bottle of that was sure to be okay to the parents that were still within it's dwellings. As Marco though, this party wouldn't be able to reach it's full potential not with the watchful eyes of his parents. However, she was confident that students would find a means of making due. She after all had plenty of ideas on how to make it not so PG and more PG-13. She had lost her date in the process due to the masses of people looking to get their yearbook signed by her and what not. She as happy to oblige them.<br><br>Her cool pale eyes scanned the masses in search of Gwynn only to then feel her lips curl into a sly grin as she noticed Marco and Aaron with her lovely Gwynn as she existed from the back door and out into the pool area. The wind felt wonderful against the exposed parts of her body and she'd silently stalk over towards the two. She missed the entertainment but slipped up behind the two as Marco was calling someone a bitch. <br><br>"I hope you're all not talking about me." <br><br>Her eyes smiling as she brushed some long curly locks from over her shoulder. Gwynn spoke about mingling and she found herself nodding her head in approval and holding up the bottle of wine she brought. Her eyes then shifted towards Marco. Taking in his choice of fashion. Her mind soon illustrating deliciously pleasant yet not so PG thoughts. <br><br>"Aaron be kind with my date. I'm rather fond of her." She teased with a toothy smile. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 20:53:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Big braininess.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Oliver hadn't been put out by the presence of Hank's parents, and had even made a beeline for them, holding a hostess gift of a high-end charcuterie board that came packaged with a matching cheese knife.&nbsp; He'd thanked them for the invitation and gave them the gift, utterly oblivious to their surprise, then he'd made his way to the kitchen.&nbsp; He'd nodded a bit to the few who spoke to him, as he made himself a plate with a couple of slices of pizza and some chips.&nbsp; Grabbing a bottle of root beer, he deftly wove his way outside and picked a spot on the grass, off away from the bulk of the partygoers.&nbsp; He sat there, out of the way, and watched everyone else with interest as he ate his pizza.<br><br>Parties were fascinating examples of dynamic systems and grouping patterns.&nbsp; He loved attending for the chance to observe these real-world systems absent of the influence of scientific parameters or experimental expectations.&nbsp; These were just people behaving in the most natural way, without knowing they were being studied.&nbsp; Of course, his presence had an effect on the system, but that didn't bother him, because in a way he was a part of the system, though clearly an outlier.<br><br>Balancing his plate on his crossed legs, he opened his root beer carefully and took a sip, washing down a mouthful of pizza with olives.&nbsp; Observing the flow patterns of movement and complex social interactions between his peers helped to make such engagements more interesting for him.&nbsp; His parents always seemed so pleased when he told them he'd been invited to a party, and even <em>more</em> pleased when he actually went, and their joy was worth whatever small discomfort and awkwardness he inevitably felt at such events.&nbsp; At least the majority of his classmates were pleasant, or at least not actively cruel, which meant he often went largely ignored, but never found himself the butt of any jokes or the unwilling source of entertainment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 21:20:09</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; Caulton Residence - Living Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Chillin'<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div>Any high school aged party that had parents lingering around the house was bound to suck.&nbsp; It was one of the great, mysterious unwritten rules of life, sandwiched in between you'll die if you don't breathe, and fire burns shit.&nbsp; Leanne knew that she should have been out at the Abandoned House like some sort of Scooby Doo episode, but instead, she chose to live it up with the Let-Them-Eat-Cake Crowd.<br><br>People with money, as opposed to dead beats that tried to pay with IOUs and lewd advances.<br><br>She hadn't even gotten to the front entrance walkway from her long walk up when she had a fistful of cash stuffed in her pocket, her oversized bag just a little bit lighter of the little baggies and joints that had been stashed away inside.&nbsp; It was looking to be a good night indeed, she had thought, as she entered the house to see some of the jokers she'd probably not see much of again.<br><br>Greetings were given to those she knew, polite and friendly as they were, even to Gretchen, who everyone seemed to dump on, because everyone hated Gretchen.&nbsp; One thing Leanne knew was that if you wanted to make a little extra cash, one had to be friendly and inviting, even if it was to Gretchen the Grinch.&nbsp; She wandered around, scooping up some drink in a red solo cup, making the rounds.&nbsp; Here and there she saw familiar faces, already congregating and being chatty cathys.&nbsp; <br><br>A seat on the couch was taken, because fuck the sweaty outdoors heat when there's plenty of cool air conditioning and a comfy couch.&nbsp; Only for a few minutes did Leanne plan on staying, enough to get her drink on and spread some holiday cheer like Santa, just without the hair, and if he had actual breasts instead of manboobs, and his sack of goodies was full of weed and other magical and psychedelic delights instead of stupid toys.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ana 1360</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 07:09:26</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Tommy Mulvaney<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tee, one size to small of course, gotta pop those pecs, Levis, Timberlands<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Somewhere around 9 pm<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Tommy's bedroom, later outside Caulton Residence<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Regrets/Hard Truth<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br>&nbsp;(https://youtu.be/TZThOsCv2Mw[/url)<hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div>Pulling the t-shirt over his chisled torso Tommy caught his mothers reflection in the mirror. "One of your little girlfriends babysitting for you tonight?" Her voice cracked. Tommy bristled inside. <em>"She shouldn't need a babysitter, but then&nbsp; again your her mom and you can't even get your fat ass down the stairs,"</em> he thought to himself.<br>Tucking the white T into his Levis he turned toward her. "There not my girlfriends, there girls who care enough about Siobhan to come by and help out, and for your information Dad's watching her tonight not that you care anymore who takes care of Sibby." Grabbing his yearbook Tommy slid past his Mother, as he did she screamed in her tired voice, " I care Thomas, don't you dare say that, I care." As he headed for his sister's room he turned once more to her, "We all miss Sean Mom".&nbsp; After hugging his sister goodnight he bounded down the stairs. <br><br>Checking his phone he was grateful Marco had t-bombed him about Caulton's party. <em>"Marco that was one crazy motherfucker"</em> he thought. Always has my back."&nbsp; Raiding his father's sway cabinet he threw 2, 6 liter bottles of POPOV into the trunk of his Subie. Douchebaggin the shift he mashed out and sped towards Hank's.<br><br><br>Tommy pulled into the Caulton's endless driveway appreciating the manicured lawns and admiring the multi colored floodlights reflecting off the humungous pool out back. He liked Hank, <em>"Funny Dude</em>", he thought. He could hear the beating of Li'l Wayne bouncing of the walls which surrounded the Caulton's backyard. He laughed to himself when he spotted Roxanne's wrangler parked tight against Hank's garage so no one would steal it. He pulled up next to Marco's 'stang.<br><br>He leaned his head back on the headrest and closing his eyes took a deep breath. <em>"Less then eight months ago you were on your way to Clemson asshole, full boat, passing on Auburn and TCU. Thanks to Oli you got the grades up. Then Bobby McGill misses the block on Glenn's Hill's outside linebacker and bye bye Tommy Mulvaney. After Clemson got wind of your knee they creaned your ass."</em> he cursed to himself. Opening his eyes he gripped the steering wheel tightly. <em>"Now you have the honor of choosing between UTI, or Lincoln Tech for your diesel mechanic certification."</em> He popped the glove compartment and reached for the flask of JD and drained it. <br><br>Looking up and wiping the remains of the SoCo from his chin with his forearm, Tommy thought he recognized that skeez&nbsp; Gretchen Bullworth talking to Aaron Gilbert as he leaned against the side of Hank's house.&nbsp; Squinting Tommy deepened his focus <em>"Is that Kelligree she's with? "</em> Tommy thought. " Now thats one asshole I am gonna throw down with before this class of 2017 disconnects in the fall." Tommy chuckled.&nbsp; Gretchen Bullworth was a cheerleader and seeing her Tommy was reminded of Gwynn Cameron. He reached behind the backseat and fumbled for one of the vodka bottles. Twisting the cap he took a long, lengthy draw of the alcohol, it burned as he swallowed, he took a breath and swallowed some more emptying a quarter of the bottle. He leaned his forehead against the steering wheel. " Gwynn Cameron .. Boy I sure fucked that up." he sighed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 06:36:44</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey t-shirt and hat, dark grey khaki shorts<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flustered teenage hormones and escape routes<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco, Gwynn, Roxy, Oliver<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>"Fuck her, man," came a sudden familiar voice from beside him. Aaron almost jumped as Marco sidled up along the wall of the house, his eyes darting from Gretchen and her latest boy toy back to Aaron. "She's a bitch and nobody likes her. Vince is probably gonna tell us eeeeevery little detail about tonight after those two are done. She's not even worth your time."<br><br>"You mean like-," Aaron began, but then paused. He had heard a story from Benny about Gretchen and Scott Hudgins, but as fond as he was of his best friend, Benny was hardly the most accurate news source. Not wanting to add to any more unsubstantiated rumors floating about, he sealed his mouth back up and shrugged, nodding complacently.<br><br>"Soooo, this thing about as live as it's gonna get?" Marco asked, his hand clapping against Aaron's shoulder. The shorter nerd, standing only about 5'8" in height, winced just a bit. He didn't want to admit it, but Marco's friendly gestures had a tendency to sting, as if he chanced upon some secret chakra point of sensitivity or something. "Or do we expect the Coulton's to be leaving anytime soon?"<br><br>"I dunno," Aaron shrugged again, allowing his eyes to look around. "Truth told this is the first <em>party</em> party I think I've been to. Everything else has just been..." He paused, his teeth chewing on his inner lip as his eyes turned away from the pool in thought. It was at that moment he just happened to miss Gwynn Cameron's own entrance and jab at Gretchen. "Substantial gathering in Benny's basement?" he shrugged, turning back to Marco. "Phil, Chloe, Naomi, and a couple of Naomi's friends... I usually leave once everyone starts getting-"<br><br><strong>"Sup,"</strong> Gwynn suddenly greeted, her presence seeming as shocking as that fucked up chest bursting scene in Alien. Whatever he was saying was immediately forgotten as his eyes briefly took in her appearance. Immaculate, as Gwynn always seemed to be to him. Of course, if she were simply standing opposite of him and chatting with Marco things would be fine. He'd just need a moment to readjust himself to study group mode, and he'd be able to make talk so small it'd be molecular.<br><br>Wait, would that be a good thing or bad?<br><br>Even if Aaron had pondered such heavy questions before, his mind was unable to do so now. Instead of standing apart as Aaron was used to, Gwynn closed the gap without hesitation and slid her smooth, cool as refreshing mint arm through his own. Aaron suddenly grew to 5'9", perhaps even 5'10" as his spine straightened, tensing just a bit as her flesh nestled comfortably against his. His nostrils flared as the scent of her perfume wafted towards his nose, as if beckoning -- or perhaps daring? -- him to slip nearer.<br><br><strong>"Come on, let's mingle?"</strong> she suggested casually. "Ahh," Aaron responded idiotically. His fingers scratched at his thigh from within his pocket, expecting for some reason to transfer the sensation to the back of his head where he yearned to be scratching. "Mingle? Mingling? I, um..." Dammit, when was the last time he spoke this poorly before? Didn't he help edit that one essay for her in Honors English? Shouldn't he be able to English goodlier?<br><br>"I hope you're all not talking about me," came yet another familiar voice. In some ways the presence of another woman -- one that he knew -- should have been relaxing for Aaron. It meant Gwynn's attention would at least temporarily be focused upon greetings and small talk, if not disengaging from Aaron altogether to discuss... well, not to sound too much like Benny, but whatever normal girls talked about.<br><br>Instead, the appearance of familiar face Roxanne Meyers only caused Aaron to stiffen further. Having never really seen her outside of school functions his eyes were immediately brought to whatever part of her body her dress wasn't covering. Breasts? Thighs? Both plentifully available, and with the feel of Gwynn's arm wrapped about his own the sudden appearance had gotten his blood boiling.<br><br>"Aaron be kind with my date," Roxy smiled, "I'm rather fond of her." Her words drew his attention from beneath her neckline to her own eyes. That her gaze matched his own meant she <em>had</em> to have caught him looking her over, which also meant there was a good chance Gwynn had caught it. Aaron's ears began to burn with the blush that colored his face, his eyes suddenly seeking anything <em>but</em> the faces around him. What he wouldn't give to be able to maintain Marco's cool calm and composure!<br><br>"I was just, um," he stammered, looking at no one in particular. His mannerisms suggested he was more absent-minded or distracted rather than nervous, part of the reason many in the school thought him to simply be a bit detached from the rest of the world. Even so, all the subtle signs were there, from increased heart beat to a more tense posture. If Aaron couldn't escape soon, who knew what he might blurt out?<br><br>It was then that he spotted his savior. There he was, just a flash of human body walking by, seen briefly between the shoulders of Roxy and Marco.<br><br>"Hey, actually, I gotta go talk to Saturday about Oliver," he blurted. He nodded, as if it could convey a meaning of "see ya later", and then stepped away from the house. He paused once he realized Gwynn was still hooked onto his arm, causing a bit of resistance to his parting. "Sorry," he said softly, his eyes averting her own gaze as he carefully slipped his arm free of her own. He then nodded again, smiling a forced smile, the kind you do when you're not sure what you <em>should</em> be doing in that situation, and stepped past his school companions.<br><br>Once clear Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. Already he was wondering if he gave the wrong impression, like he wasn't interested in any of them. Or worse, what if he gave Gwynn the impression he disliked or despised her? Not that it mattered much, what with him being... well, him, and all. But before he could <em>really</em> begin overthinking every decision all the way back to why he bothered being conceived at all -- couldn't he have just let another sperm take the egg and given up on this game of life at the start? Taking Gretchen's observation a bit more literally? -- he had caught up with Oliver.<br><br>Aaron unceremoniously dropped down beside Oliver, letting out another heavy sigh as he leaned back on his hands. His feet were flat upon the ground, knees bent upward into the air, his own eyes scanning the pool from a new angle.<br><br>"Sorry to just drop in," he said to Oliver, still glancing at his different classmates. "I've never been to a party before and everyone's... weird. Or I guess I am because it seems weird." He chewed his lip, pondering if any of this made sense or if the excitement of Gwynn's arm and Roxy's ...skin... were still flooding his brain with the stupids. Turning to look at Oliver, he changed the subject. "You doing Second Saturday at the comic shop tomorrow?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 06:59:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong>Marco Benjamin Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236743#msg13236743)<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, Aaron, Gwynn, Roxy, </span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.interviewmagazine.com/files/2013/07/15/img-michael-b-jordan_184836300571.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> His eyes widened just a bit when Aaron went over the list of names at another shindig. Naomi's was among them. "<em>Naomi</em> you said? Hmmmm."<br><br>&nbsp;It was no secret the flirting between Naomi and himself was practically shameless and non-stop...which was exactly the reason Aaron bringing her up got him wondering just when he'd hop in his ride and go see what her party was like. Unlike Aaron, who looked like an adorable deer frozen in headlights; when Gwynn showed up he nodded his head at the pretty blond. "Yo. Welcome to the...party? I guess. It's a bit more PG than I'd like, but it's got that "wholesome end of the year, family vibe". <br><br>While they were talking, a familiar voice made his head turn with a smile already on his face when Roxy asked if they were talking about her. "Now, Roxy. You know good and well when I talk about you I only call you a <em>Sexy</em> Bitch." She joked with Gwynn and Aaron about his bespectacled buddy treating her date right, and Marco raised an eyebrow in mock disbelief. <br><br>"Daaaaamn, Aaron. You got Roxy to lend you her date? Keep this up and you'll have two lovely ladies on your arm in a minute," he said as he jabbed an unsubtle thumb at Roxy. The next few things that happened so suddenly and out of the blue stunned Marco into silence. He was setting him up perfectly to make some progress with Gwynn, who had at least started off casual enough to lock her arm with his. He was nervous; he understood that, but to watch him go so far out of his way to screw this up was painful. Marco actually felt a pang in his heart for seeing his buddy crash and burn. <br><br>"Hey, actually, I gotta go talk to Saturday about Oliver."&nbsp; <br><br><em>What?! What the fuck, man?!?!</em> screamed Marco's internal monologue when right after the kinda endearing slip-up, he actually walked off and got himself free from Gwynn's embrace. And then he just walked off, presumably to go talk to Saturday about Oliver like he'd said. Marco sighed and just let him go, then offered an apologetic look to both Gwynn and Roxy. "Ladies, Aaron's just a little nervous about being so close to two beauties like you. I love the guy to death, but this really isn't his sorta thing. Not yet anyway," he said with a mischievous grin as he already thought of ways to help that wallflower that was Aaron blossom.<br><br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 16:43:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaron, Marco, Roxy, Open&nbsp; (Where my girls at?)<br><hr>Gwynn turned her attention to Roxy, smiled and said, <strong>"hey, there you are."</strong><br><br>Then Aaron departed, in a most awkward way.&nbsp; The only thing that could've been more awkward was if he had actually sprinted away from their location.&nbsp; She hadn't been holding on to him very tightly.&nbsp; It had all been innocent and friendly, at least, she thought it had been.&nbsp; She watched as someone whom she thought was a friend literally fled her presence.<br><br>She turned her attention away, gave Roxy and Marco a baffled look, and wished she had some alcoholic drink in close proximity.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, that just happened,"</strong> she laughed with a shake of her head and shrugged at Marco.&nbsp; <strong>"Give him three months away from this place, at college, and our little caterpillar will finally come out of his shell."</strong>&nbsp; She realized her metaphor wasn't completely accurate, but, whatever.<br><br><strong>"You're coming to my party tomorrow night, right?"</strong> she asked Marco.&nbsp; <strong>"Forewarned, parents will be there, but there will be alcohol and under-aged drinking.&nbsp; Just gotta hand in your car keys in exchange for a Solo cup.&nbsp; Come after nine, that's when the extended family and my parents' friends will vacate."</strong><br><br>She listened for Marco's reply and glanced about the backyard.&nbsp; <strong>"Who else is having a party tonight?&nbsp; Cuz, this one blows."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 17:52:08</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; Caulton Residence - Living Room --&gt; Kitchen --&gt; Out the front door<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Santa Leanne<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Mentioning Marco - Open<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div>It was quickly becoming apparent that, despite the occasional customer coming up to her to conduct a little business, the party around her was quickly becoming a dud.&nbsp; Which was understandable, she supposed as she sat there, looking around at the masses.&nbsp; Most high school parties could be a bit of a drag, especially when someone's mommy and daddy were in the house trying to keep an eye on things.<br><br>Leanne thought it was time for Santa-Leanne to hit the next house on her list.<br><br>She had risen to her feet, and had begun to quietly sneak out, before getting noticed by someone and being pulled back into the pit of despair the was the party, when her eyes took note of the various pizzas sitting there in the kitchen, virtually unattended.&nbsp; Just begging to be had.<br><br>Without a second thought, Leanne made her detour, stopping into the kitchen and grabbing one of the pizza boxes to inspect the goods.&nbsp; Plain cheese?&nbsp; That simply wouldn't do.&nbsp; Which is why she took a few slices of this pizza, of that pizza, here and there to make the pizza whole.&nbsp; And if she knew the others at the other party, those drunks would have probably drank all of the beer, so she made sure to raid a couple of beers from the Caulton fridge, shoving them into her bag.<br><br>From the small stationary pad by the house phone, Leanne took a slip of paper and pen, writing a quick and simple note where the missing pizza box should have been.<br><br><em>IOU 1 Pizza – Signed, Marco</em>&nbsp; Dude could afford it, right?<br><br>And so with that, a pizza box held to her side, her bag a little heavier with a few bottles of good beer, Leanne slipped out of the house, on her way to spread a bit more funkadelic delights at the other party.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 05:00:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaron | Open<br><hr><br>An anomaly in the predictable flow dynamics drew his attention to Aaron walking his way, at a rate of speed that bordered on a jog.&nbsp; His left brow arched as he tracked his friend's movements intently, up until the other boy was sitting beside him on the ground.&nbsp; Once he was settled, Oliver's eyes returned to the somewhat unfocused study of the test subjects moving around the pool and patio area.&nbsp; He took another large bite of his pizza and set the slice on his plate to wipe his mouth with a crumpled paper towel tucked into the breast pocket of his unbuttoned button-up chambray shirt.<br><br>"Barring any unforeseen event that might prevent it, yeah.&nbsp; I've got to defend my title from that jerk Trent.&nbsp; Next time we're going to play something that's all about skill and strategy, so his improbable dice rolling won't play such a factor.&nbsp; Maybe Arkadia, or...could go old school and kick his backside in Risk."<br><br>He glanced over at Aaron again finally, taking a sip of his water.<br><br>"You and I were system outliers, standing on the outskirts of the typical social dynamics in school.&nbsp; It feels strange for you to be here because you are still judging life by what you have known of it since you were five years old and first walked through the doors of your kindergarten classroom.&nbsp; You haven't adjusted to the fact that we're no longer in school.&nbsp; Everything is different now."<br><br>He looked back to the others at the party and rolled his shoulders a bit, brow furrowing.&nbsp; "At least....until we get to college.&nbsp; Still, I'm reasonably confident that M.I.T. will prove to be a vastly different social construct than public school.&nbsp; Perhaps I'll have sex.&nbsp; My mom assures me that I am physically attractive, and while I'm pretty sure she <em>has</em> to think that, I've noticed no appreciable disparity in the ratio of my facial features and that of the current female heart throbs, nor a noticeable asymmetry that would cause females to view me as a poor mating option."<br><br>"If it makes you feel any better, I judge that you possess an equal likelihood of attracting female interest in that arena, should you desire it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ana 1360</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 07:53:38</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Tommy Mulvaney<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White T-shirt, Levis<br><strong>DAY:</strong> , June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Somewhere around 10 pm.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Front lawn of Caulton House, Interior of Caulton House, Pool area<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Resurrection/Resurgence<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Leanne,Roxanne,Marco,Oliver,Gretchen,Vincent Killigrew, only a brief reference to Gwynn, Naomi, and Aaron<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div>The chime of his phone aroused Tommy from the stupor of his self inflicted pity party. The face of Roxanne Meyers illuminated the screen. Tommy read the text. "..fuck everyone's leaving ..I haven't even gotten out of the car.." he said to himself. "Mr. Caulton is like ..thee biggest football booster,&nbsp; better pay my respects", he thought.<br>Covering the vodka with his Varsity Jacket and grabbing his yearbook from the dashboard, Tommy exited his WRX. <br><br>Tommy hurried for the front door where he ran directly into Leanne Abernathy with a pizza box resting on her hip no less. Speaking of hips nobody poured themselves into a pair of <em><strong>tfj's</strong></em> like Leanne, Tommy thought. Tommy had been ogling her goodies ever since they started working part time together. Leanne had asked Tommy to keep that low-key and Tommy had no problem with that. Leanne had done so much for Tommy's sister this past year that Tommy would do anything for her and he had stepped in when one of her "clients" needed to be reacquainted with the "hands off merchandise " protocols. " Hey Leanne," he said as they both paused facing each other on the wet grass from the Caulton's irrigation system. " Siobhan does not stop jabbering about you and Gwynn and Naomi and and everything you guys do for her." Tommy said. As he headed for the front door and Leanne moved towards the garages where Roxanne had parked her Jeep.<br><br>Moving towards the Caulton entrance way Tommy caught sight of Gretchen Bullworth and Vinnie Kelligrew mackin it in the shrubbery off to the side of the walkway, with Gretchen's backside facing towards Tommy. It was then that he decided to make a point. Quietly approaching the couple lost in their mayweather Tommy forcefully pinched Gretchen's ass right where her lower cheek meshed with her denim shorts. Gretchen spun around ready to scratch eyes out and paused after recognizing her tormentor. " FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM MULVANEY?" Vinnie protested loudly. "Your my problem Kelligrew" Tommy replied, jamming the four fingers of his right hand into his teammates solar plexus. " I find out you had anything to do with the prank pulled on Jenna Smith and I will jump your fuckin' ass so hard Vinnie!" As Vincent Kelligrew stumbled backwards Tommy slapped Gretchen's behind,&nbsp; gave her a wink and headed inside.<br><br>After making the obligatory small talk with Mr. and Mrs. Caulton he made his way out back where he spotted Oliver Timmons in deep conversation with Aaron Gilbert. Tommy had a deep, profound respect for Greenfield's resident genius. Oliver had saved his bacon on numerous occasions. Oliver had a way of defining the problems encountered in Calc I and II in a way Tommy could understand. Oliver told Tommy that to find the area under a swiggly, curvy line was nothing more then breaking that curvy, swervy area into smaller and smaller and smaller rectangles. After that Tommy could solve Integration. He did the same for derivatives, for redox equations in Chemistry too. Oliver counted in Tommy's Universe.&nbsp; Tommy had no problem with Aaron. Aaron had covered for Tommy in Mr. Rangers organic chemistry lab when Tommy could not figure out how to titrate a solution. Oh yeah.. he also kept that asshole Benny Rothschild from iggin Tommy, that was worth something. Tommy knelt down next to where Oliver and Aaron were sitting. With no hesitation that he might be interrupting an ongoing conversation Tommy grabbed Oliver in a bear hug. "Dude.. saved my ass..&nbsp; without you I don't graduate" Tommy laughed. He slapped Oliver in the back almost knocking the wind out of him as he stood up. He acknowledged Aaron's presence holding his hand out to him for a fist bump.&nbsp; As Tommy walked backwards towards the crowd rocking and bobbing to the deafening sound system he pointed back towards Oliver " love you dude, bring the kia around to Carbonetti's and we will balance those tires for your Mom", he shouted as he disappeared into the mass of partying graduates.<br><br>Tommy caught up to Marco as he appeared to be exiting the Caulton's through the backyard. Dropping his yearbook he grabbed his fellow Co-captain in a tight double arm bar. It was like wrestling a bull. Tommy knew the hold would not last. Marco was just to fucking strong. Marco broke free and the two captains laughed. " Thanks for the heads up on Hank's party. How is that clutch on the Shelby? Still sticking? I can fix that." he teased his friend. "Roxanne told me by tm this party blows... and people are headed to Old Lady Margaery's, I guess i'll see you over there ", Tommy said to Marco as the two separated.&nbsp; Picking up his yearbook and feeling renewed. Tommy fumbled for the keys to his Subie.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 09:07:01</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Clarke<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After 10pm<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Home then party<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Introduction<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> ACDC, Guns N Roses<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Quick text message to Marco, Gwynn and Tommy<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div>Damian woke up with the fright of his life. He was fast asleep when all of a sudden there was a loud noise by his head, the wood on his side table rattling. Damian's eyes shot open as he sat bolt upright in bed, looking what had suddenly woken him, it was his phone. He glanced across, looking at the message he received then the time. ''Fuck, fuck, fuck!'' he exclaimed, ''I am so late, I told Marco I would meet him there.'' Damian said, climbing out of bed as fast as he could. He had to get ready and he had to do it quickly otherwise he might as well have stayed home all night!<br><br>He climbed to his feet, turning on his sound system to the sounds of some old school 80s rock, getting in the mood of tonight's party but also to wake him up, he felt dead on his feet. Damian had been up late nights trying to research a solution to his scholarship problem, spending a lot of time speaking to Gwynn's father about it without her knowing, there had to be something he could do. Damian had spent enough time moping around after the bad news, feeling sorry for himself. He felt that attitude had taken a toll, not just on himself but also on his friends. Even Marco had told him to cheer up, life still went on. Marco was always the one who told him how it was, was honest and upfront with Damian and that's why they got along so well.<br><br>Damian grabbed his phone, firing off a few messages, ''Hey man, been a hell of a day and only just woke up, where you guys?'' he shot off to Marco, deciding to send off a few messages in case some people were to busy to be on their phones, he sent another one to Gwynn, ''Hey hun, this getting old shit is for the birds, I fell asleep, which party are you at? x'' he sent off. Damian always had a pet name for her, even when they were not together he would still find a way to call her hun or beautiful, it was just the way she made him feel, she deserved the compliments anyway. She was one of the most people people he had ever met, not just on the outside but also on the inside, someone that still gave him butterflies when he saw her, making him smile like an idiot a lot of the time. Lastly he dropped a message to Tommy, their relationship was complicated but in the end, Damian knew he would do anything for him. They had their issues since they both had feelings for Gwynn, but they also spent hours a day every day training together, knowing everything about each other. You had to get along with someone to spend that much time with them. ''Hey mate, where you guys at?'' he asked before throwing his phone down onto the bed.<br><br>Damian quickly threw on some jeans, a tighter fitting t-shirt, not too tight but just enough to show off some of his well built upper body. He then sprayed some Viktor&amp;Rolf Spice Bomb, what he would like to think of as Damian's signature smell. Picking up his phone and wallet as well as crash helmet, Damian stormed out the house, his parents were out so he locked up as he left, hopping onto the bike and throwing on his helmet. Damian decided to head to the Caulton house first, that's what they had all discussed before the night started but plans always changed.<br><br>He flew out the driveway, driving his 250cc KTM as fast as was reasonable to get to the residence, smiling when he saw Tommy's car was still there, at least someone was there. He pulled up besides him, pushing down the kickstand with his foot and propping the bike up besides Tommy's Subi, hanging his helmet over the handle bars. On his way into the house, he noticed Roxy's jeep parked there on the side of the driveway, smiling to himself as he figured that if Roxy was there, then Gwynn would probably be there as well. He rushed into the house, bursting through the front door. It looked like the party was dying out already though, there was no one in the front yard and only a few cars but he figured he could meet up with Tommy Roxy and Gwynn and then head out from there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 15:52:52</strong>
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				<br>Megan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bordeaux summer dress, high heeled sandals<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night, just before Damian's arrival<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Half a proposition<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn, Marco, Roxy<br><hr><br><br>By the time Roxy and Gwynn arrived at the party Megan was already there having Curtis, one of the best photographers in school, take pictures of her by the pool. It was for her "Graduation Album" on Instagram, a "gift"&nbsp; for her 200 thousand something followers and the two purposely arrived earlier to avoid unnecessary bothers. The scene itself was perfect, without being too crowded, the light being more than suitable for a night shoot. This was supposed to be the night of her life, drenched in alcohol, dance and the presence of her friends, but Megan unexpectedly felt the need for something less boisterous and a little more inconspicuous. It was as if the end of school not only closed an important chapter of her life, but also pulled away the backstage curtains, revealing both the hard work and the emptiness that was in fact, her life for the past four years.<br><br>She and Curtis had a long, fruitful collaboration. Megan was paying him for the best of his shots and gave him cool 'freebies' like concert tickets, pool sessions and party invitations she didn't use in exchange for his availability. He was at her beck and call, professionally speaking. The fact that she wasn't seeing anyone at the time was another mishap, so unlike her that night, besides the slight case of blues she was down with.<br><br>&nbsp;When Roxy, and then later on Gwynn, arrived at party, Megan was in no hurry to greet them, despite having missed them for a while now. Usually she'd be at Roxy's doing her make-up before they left for the party or taking Gwynn under her wing and making sure no one ruins their night, but this time she left them to their own devices for a while. She and Curtis were having a drink in a more secluded area then, from where they could spot the happenings without necessarily being seen themselves.<br><br>Aaron briefly caught her attention, not expecting to see him here and then she became slightly more interested to know if perhaps Benny joined him too. As if. And why would she care? Another sign of the graduation sickness or something, it made people do dumb shiz. She watched Aaron make a fool of himself in front of her girls, too shy or too dumb to take the chance Gwynn was genuinely offering in her naive way and much to Marco's dismay. The party was dragging for a while now and she doubted that the four of them were enough to change the pace, herself included.<br><br>”There's the loser party at Old Margaery's." She replied to Gwynn's question, as she approached the group with a glass of wine in her hand and a wide shiny smile.<br><br>"I wouldn't recommend it, though. Kinda beats the whole purpose of avoiding that lot throughout the years, doesn't it?” There was a beckoning tone to her voice however, as if she was posing a challenge. Personally, Megan was glad to not having to put up with their 'rebellious' airs anymore&nbsp; now that school was finally over and she wanted more than anything to savour graduation with the 'right kind' of people. Yet let's face it, the party was lame and she hoped for a night to remember.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 18:15:40</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> Caulton Residence | Backyard pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Small talk| Finding Leanne| Leaving<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Whatever is playing<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn | Marco | Megan| Leanne<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Aaron| Oliver | Tommy | Naomi | Damien<br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://trendsofcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Giusy-Buscemi.jpg)</div><br>Everything that happened in the moments simply came and went. Aaron's reaction was adorable to say the least. Yet despite the cuteness of a flustered face. Understanding the type of guy that Aaron was and what he went through the four year of his life solidified that what happened was going to happen regardless. A soft smile curled her lips as she watched everything unfold. Nothing bothered her in the least as Aaron fled from them. Roxanne felt herself inwardly chuckle. <br><br>Her eyes followed Aaron's departure catching sight of Oliver settled upon the grass eating his pizza and doing what was an enjoyable pass time of people watching. She almost pictured him behind a glass window watching his subjects carry out their daily lives and as he jotted down notes in his note pad. Roxanne felt a twinge of happiness at seeing him there. She wanted to talk to him but following Aaron was probably not the best thing to do. She'd see him again soon.<br><br>"I'd say I'm very proud of him. To be alone here without Benny shows his desire to want to grow as a person. Benny, hinders him a little trying to protect him so much. However, I believe we'd achieve a better result if we were in a place he was most comfortable with. Less people in an environment he didn't already feel tense at." He spoke loud enough that people could hear her over the music.&nbsp; "Marco, your baby is all grown up. Soon going off to college and everything." She mused playfully. <br><br>Turning her pale eyes towards Gwynn, her smile never leaving her face. "Of course I'll be there if you promise to wear something even cuter" <br><br>That was when the sound of Megan's voice invaded her mind and she gave a slight turn of her head, catching the brunette with the corner of her eyes. "I heard Naomi is singing there. I would like to catch one of her songs before she finishes. You're free to stay here and let me know if anything picks up or if you guys find a better place to go party" She voiced her desires. "I think I'm going to go check it out.&nbsp; I can text you once I get there and let you know the status." She offered her opinion taking in Megan's thoughts but not really adding to them. She didn't really see anyone as losers. She saw people with their own individualism and knew that being nice to them was a sure way to help her in the future. <br><br>What if one of those losers was in a company she wanted to work at? Get a great recommendation from them would be a great entry in.&nbsp; Hell. Oliver is going to M.I.T using him as a reference would hold a lot of weight but that certainly wasn't the only reason she was friends with him. She enjoyed his company and how intelligent he was. Their conversations in science was memorable. Amazingly, Oliver as going to MIT and she was going to Harvard. They were like only 20 minutes by public transportation. Harvard sq was a very big attraction for almost anyone and Mike's Pastries was the go to for treats. There was so much she could do there and would hope Oliver might entertain her for friendly outings. MIT only had the science center and a few plays to eat. The Cambridge Side Gallery mall was a little walk away but the bike trails were beautiful over the Charles's River and moved into Downtown Crossing. The idea was very exciting. <br><br>With a nod of her head. "I think I'm going to head over there now. If anyone wants to come you're more than free. Damien is on his way and so is Tommy if you want to stay and wait for them. I'll give you guy the status over there and we can think about our plan of attack for a more exciting night." She offered again waiting for her reply while brushing a few strains of hair from her face. The air was hot and she'd rather start moving and so she did, slipping past her friends and moving out toward the back door. She'd pause only a moment looking to try and catch Oliver's gaze, greeting him with a wave of her hand, and slipping out the gates towards the front of the house.&nbsp; She'd shoot Tommy her message, just as Leanne was exiting. <br><br>A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she lifted her eyes. "Hey beautiful, leaving me without saying good bye? I'm heading over towards the haunted house to see Naomi perform." Fixating her pale eyes upon her lovely face then towards the pizza box in her hand. Her voice was playful. <br><br>"Need a getaway car?" She spoke moving towards Maui her doorless green jeep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 23:20:06</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; Caulton Residence - Living Room --&gt; Kitchen --&gt; Out the front door<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Santa Leanne<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; Somethingsomethingsomething by Someone<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Roxy, Tommy<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kUSqqfP.jpg)</div>It was an exercise in trying to not get caught.&nbsp; With the throngs of people there in and around the house, trying to get out without being found out by, say, a parent was key.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted and needed was to be stopped by some nosey parent, wondering just where in the hell she was going with a pizza (since she doubted they would have ever bought an excuse of pizza delivery, given the outfit she was in).&nbsp; That sort of unwanted attention could bring a whole heap of trouble, especially when carrying quite an amount of weed and other mind altering drugs.<br><br>She got stopped by Tommy on her way out, whom she tried to give a bit of a friendly hug.&nbsp; She might have tried to warn him about sticking around, that the party was deteriorating rather quickly, but when one is carrying some hot food (in more than one meaning of the term), it wasn't best to sit around and linger.<br><br>“I'm glad she's having fun with us.” Leanne said with a grin as she tried to keep walking.&nbsp; “Tell her she and I are still on for Saturday at the movies, okay?” <br><br>Leanne had begun to pull herself away once again, out into the night air, when another familiar voice was directed to her.&nbsp; She met Roxanne with a grin.&nbsp; “Well if it isn't Miss Harvard herself.” Leanne grinned.<br><br>If she were truly being honest with herself, a part of Leanne envied her friend, and the good education she was about to get.&nbsp; Just a chance to get the hell out of town, even for a couple of days, was something Leanne envied.&nbsp; And Roxy was on her way to getting out for good, at an Ivy League school nonetheless.&nbsp; But she was proud for Roxanne, proud that her friend was doing well, and on her way out.<br><br>“I could always use a good getaway driver.” Leanne said, turning her direction towards the jeep.&nbsp; “I'll pay you good, with a slice of pizza.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 02:40:26</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey t-shirt and hat, dark grey khaki shorts<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Takin' an unexpected dip in the pool<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Oliver, Tommy, Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>Aaron's mouth hung open, an idea caught between his mind and his throat, resulting in little more than a soft "Aaaaah" sound. One whose tone suggested uncertainty. Aaron was not often one to discuss sex, and in most situations he was either quiet and slightly uncomfortable (Naomi) or too busy considering counter-arguments to select assertions (Benny). In both situations, however, there was an attitude towards sex. That it was awesome, wonderful, and desired, and if Aaron wanted to experience it he should consider X, Y, and Z.<br><br>Oliver was <em>absolutely fucking clinical</em> about it all, though, as if it were an accepted fact of life. Sex was not something awesome, to be enjoyed, or to be sought. <em>It just happened</em>. "Ahm," he finally spoke out.<br><br>"If it makes you feel any better, I judge that you possess an equal likelihood of attracting female interest in that arena, should you desire it."<br><br><em>Well... that's a relief?</em> Aaron thought to himself, shutting his trap. He leaned forward, his arms wrapping about his knees. That Oliver's perspective was so rational and <em>different</em> from everyone else's was one of the reasons he really appreciated the friendship. In fact, it might help for him to come to Oliver with other questions, just to see things from a more logical viewpoint. For Oliver to be Spock, Aaron a much more timid Kirk, and Benny would be the increasingly agitated Doctor McCoy that was always frustrated by Vulcan logic. Even so, Aaron couldn't help but glance back over at Gwynn standing there with Marco, Roxanne's short skirt fluttering provocatively upwards as she began to disengage from the pair herself. The sight of Marco, what many would describe as an Adonis, standing beside Gwynn told Aaron everything he needed to know about his likelihood of attracting female interest. At least, the likelihood when said female was able to manage the interest of a guy like Marco, or-<br><br>Tommy Mulvaney! Aaron nearly fell over on his side as he jumped in surprise at the man's sudden embrace of Oliver. Aaron gave the proffered fist bump, albeit a bit weakly. Aaron knew Tommy wasn't really a bad guy. He was kind and well-meaning. However, his that a guy like Tommy Mulvaney wasn't good enough for Gwynn... what sort of chances did that speak for himself?<br><br>As swiftly as he appeared, Tommy departed to socialize with others. At the very least the guy offered Aaron the opportunity for a topic change.<br><br>"Maybe we should try something co-op tomorrow?" Aaron asked. "Something like Castle Panic, maybe, or Pandemic." Aaron had hoped that sitting beside Oliver would have calmed his nerves, but it seemed that all passageways were on fire. The butterflies were in not just his stomach, but crawling throughout his limbs.<br><br>"Lookit you two gay lovers!" a familiar and loathed voice called from behind. Before Aaron had a chance to respond a broad arm wrapped about his shoulders, the other wrapping about Oliver to pull the two closer. "Does Benny know you're cheatin' on him, Aaron?"<br><br>Scott Hudgins stood up, his fingers grabbing Aaron's hat by the bill and lifting it off. Tristan and Ian DiNolio, twin brothers and lackeys to Scott, approached from either side, as if to flank the geeks, as Scott's hands buried into their shoulders and stepped over them and towards the pool. "Y'know, just 'cuz a has-been like Tommy thinks you losers are cool doesn't mean shit," he said, spinning the hat on his finger. "And even if you go to College, you'll still be losers. 40 Year-Old virgin types, only with dead beat jobs at an office with your faces glued to a computer screen all day while Econ majors like me get to run the company."<br><br>Aaron groaned. The rest of the party was oblivious, or at the least apathetic, to the current scene. Everyone was absorbed into their own little bubbles, unable to absorb the situation. Even if they could, would they care? Did it even matter? Scott never really bugged Aaron until that incident at the Marching Band's last party of the year. Scott beat the shit out of him, but he still seemed to carry a grudge.<br><br>"C'mon, Scott," Aaron sighed, standing up. Tristan (or Ian?) on his left seemed to clench his fists tighter. "You made your point when you beat me to a pulp. Can't you just be happy you'll never see me again?"<br><br>"Y'know what, Aaron?" Scott said, his finger halting its spin on Aaron's hat. He looked at the geek before him with a creased brow, as if saddened. That is, until the grin spread on his face. "I can't." He tossed Aaron's hat up into the air, at which point Aaron stepped forward to catch it. Scott bounced back and lifted his foot, planting it right into Aaron's back and shoving him forward, face first into the pool<br><br>Aaron's hat fell into the water among the crowd as girls shrieked, ducking out of the way. His t-shirt provided no protection as his belly flopped in a rather painful manner, his body slowly sinking into the cold depths. If he weren't underwater without a single breath of air prepared, he'd have sighed in exasperation.<br><br><em>I should have stuck with Benny.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 03:10:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaron, Tommy, Scott(NPC) | Open<br><hr><br>Oliver was utterly caught off guard by the sudden appearance and embrace from Tommy, but the physical contact seemed not to faze him in the least.&nbsp; He laughed a bit at the bear hug and even managed to somewhat return it before he was patted and felt as if his bird-wing shoulder blades were rattled in his back.&nbsp; He followed Tommy with his gaze, grinning and waving.<br><br>"You did all the hard work, Tommy!&nbsp; I just showed you a new perspective.&nbsp; I'll do that...Mom will likely insist I have a full mechanical check-up before she'll let me drive to Cambridge."<br><br>He was just turning to answer Aaron, looking rather excited at the idea of a co-operative game, when his smile shifted to a weary eye-roll and sigh at the uninspired jibe from Scott.&nbsp; Oliver's shoulders tightened at the less-friendly contact from Tommy's team mate and his jaw clenched as he murmured calmly.<br><br>"I'm not sure if you've noticed, or not, but you spend an inordinate amount of time creating fictional homosexual relationships between straight males, Scott.&nbsp; You might find yourself happier if you were to join a group of teenage anime fangirls on Tumblr, so that you would have a community of like-minded individuals to 'ship' with."<br><br>He pushed to his feet as the other boy began taking out his blatant self-esteem and emotional issues on Aaron, absently brushing grass off his backside as he followed the two of them toward the pool.&nbsp; He held his heavy yearbook in one hand, the book already partially signed earlier in the day, but now serving more as a make-shift weapon.&nbsp; He lifted it a bit, glowering at Scott, mindful of the two friends the football player had waiting at the ready.<br><br>"That fact is, Scott, everyone here can <em>see</em> your future as clearly as if we were all gifted with precognition.&nbsp; You'll go to college, get mediocre grades and either have an equally unimpressive college football career, or suffer some sort of injury that ends even <em>that</em> minor claim to glory.&nbsp; After college, you'll end up right back here, or somewhere equally mundane, and either teach history and athletics at a public high school, or work as an unremarkable dealer at a used car lot.&nbsp; You'll get married, have kids that hate you, develop male pattern baldness and a beer gut, and the highlight of your life will be those few nights a month when your wife puts aside her revulsion and actually deigns to put your dubiously functional, woefully average, penis in her mouth for a half-hearted blowjob."<br><br>The description of Scott's future, and the likely future of his cronies, was stated with the same matter-of-fact, blunt manner as most of the things Oliver said.&nbsp; He knew that fact could hurt far more than fiction, and when he turned his intelligence to the task of making a painful point, inevitably he used truth to his advantage.&nbsp; He didn't <em>enjoy</em> it, because in those few, rare moments when he did it, he always felt like a far worse monster than those he was defending against.&nbsp; After all...he had a better arsenal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 03:22:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong>Marco Benjamin Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236743#msg13236743)<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> Paint It, Black (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4irXQhgMqg)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Megan, Tommy, Damian, Gwynn, Roxy, Scott, Twins, Oliver </span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.interviewmagazine.com/files/2013/07/15/img-michael-b-jordan_184836300571.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Firstly, fuck Benny. But that's a topic for another that; I'm trying to have fun right now."Looking back and forth between the blond and brunette after the Aaron had stepped away, he nodded and feigned tears while putting his hands over his heart. "-sniff- I know. They grow up <em>so</em> fast. One of these days; one day soon. I'm gonna get a call at 4am and Aaron's gonna be on the other end. And he's gonna say <em>"Marco. I did it man."</em> And it's gonna be some chick named Jewel. Or Destiny. Or Lexus. But dammit it's gonna happen....and I'm just gonna be so proud of the little guy." <br><br>In all honesty, Roxy and Gwynn were both right. Aaron was fine as he was; he just needed something that wasn't so far out of his comfort zone it turned his brain into mush. He'd find his footing, and soon too Marco thought. The self-defense training he had planned would definitely work wonders for his confidence. Gwynn asked him then if he was going to her party the next day. He raised an eyebrow at her in return. "Does the Pope shit in the woods?" The answer was of course yes, even if it wasn't; the whole joke hinged on it being a resounding yes. "Of course I'll come. I'll even bring some special stuff. Mom calls it "Hemolele ahi", he said with a quick switch to Hawaiian. "It basically translates into Holy Fire, and for good reason because that shit makes you see God."<br><br>&nbsp;Hawaiian Moonshine in the middle of nowhere USA; a wonderful thing indeed. "So I can bring a few bottles of that, and oooo, if we want I can get that huge family tent we use when we go camping and after the party dies down we can set it up, make it our own little kickback for the coooool kids." He was about to tell her of the "Haunted House" party when a pair of muscly arms wrapped around him and slapped him in an arm bar. It was in for a few seconds before he realized it was Tommy and he could break free without hurting him. A quick grunt and a flex of his muscles forced Tommy's arms apart, and Marco dropped the few inches off the ground he'd left with a laugh.<br><br>&nbsp;"One of these days you'll get me. But not todaaaay bro!" And just like that he slapped Tommy into a big bear hug for a few moments. While this was happening, Megan walked up and told Gwynn like she'd been asked herself. "Yeah there's that one for sure. And a couple other ones. I'll go through my messages and forward em' to you." Turning back to Tommy, he wiggled his hand about the clutch to indicate it was so-so. <br><br>" Don't thank me yet. Hank's awesome but I thought it'd be more live than this to be honest. And it's still cranky a&nbsp; bit, yeah. But noooooo. My dad finds out anyone but me fixed that thing? He won't let me live it down. Like ever. I mean, he'll be on his death bed. And I'll be holding his hand. And he'll say, "Son, come close." And when I lean in, you know what he's gonna fucking do? He's gonna say some shit like, "You made it to the hospital in pretty good time. Guess you finally got Tommy to fix that clutch, huh?" And then he'll fucking die right after that. So thanks, but no thanks...I can't live with the shame," he said with a friendly laugh. A few buzzes in his pocket made him look down and check a message on his phone from Tommy. He hadn't even felt his phone vibrate earlier; <em>shit</em>. Looking at it, he shot a quick reply back. <br><br><sub>Yo brosef. At Hank's right now, but to be honest it's dead as fuck and a few of us are about to find greener pastures. </sub><br><br>He put his phone back in his pocket and looked up at Megan with a shrug. "Idunno. You say that, but those kids are pretty fun and at least at that party we can smoke and drink to our heart's content. I'll be damned if I stay here all night and drink Rumless and or Vodkaless Coke while there's a haunted house party with a cool ass band in an empty swimming pool. And <em>weed</em>," he emphasized far more heavily than he meant. Luckily he didn't emphasize that part about wanting to go to the party for another, very specific reason. Once Roxy cemented that she was going, Marco nodded his head as it kinda decided it for him too. <br><br>"It's settled then; I know where I'm headed next." Nodding and saying goodbye to his friends, he figured he'd shoot Aaron a text in a few minutes asking if he was headed anywhere else. With nothing left to do, he started walking off. And he'd made it <em>almost</em> past the corner of the house when he heard the commotion start. He turned around and headed back immediately when he heard the words "GAY LOVERS" spoken by Scott Hudgins. He already had a feeling he knew who he was targeting. Marco had always hated bullies with a passion. He was known around town for a situation similar to this where he really hurt someone. So he knew he had to keep control.<br><br>&nbsp;But no fucking way he was gonna sit back and let Scott have his fun. Especially if it was Aaron. No one fucked with Marco's friends. He kept his cool and casually walked through the people while Scott did indeed have his way with Aaron who didn't want any trouble. He just wanted to be left alone. Scott was a dick though and kept fucking with him until he tossed Aaron's hat, followed by Sparta kicking him into the pool when he tried to catch it. He almost saw red but knew he couldn't do something bad. So he got a quick idea; although Oliver beat him to it in a different way.&nbsp; Walking right over to Scott and ignoring the twins, he slowed down to hear Oliver rip him a new asshole with his words and it seemed so much more brutal than what he'd planned...but he was still gonna go through with it anyway. <br><br>Not only because he wanted to, but because Scott was the type of guy who would stomp Oliver into the pavement for saying what he just did just because he knew he was bigger and stronger. Stopping behind Oliver, he tapped him on the shoulder with a smile. "Tag me in. You got Aaron's back; so do I." He winked at the boy, stepping past him before he looped his arm around Scott's neck in such a way that it looked like they were good friends. But in the darkness, people couldn't really see just how tight Marco's cannon was constricted around Scott's neck. Maybe Oliver and the twins could, but that was about it. And the way his arm was locked in, struggle only made him squeeze tighter, so Scott didn't have a choice in the matter.<br><br>"Heeeeey, Scott buddy. Why you gotta fuck with my friend Aaron like that? Because we both know Aaron is Einstein compared to your Ernest. You'd be lucky to get a job at his company. And Econ is one of the easiest courses out there; we all know you're just taking it because you graduation means you just passed your peak. Like Oliver said, life is lookin' kinda bleak for you after our high school glory days." He squeezed a bit harder when he asked, and looked at the twins daring them to try something. They knew that as scary as he was on the field, in a fight he was a demon and it wouldn't end well for them to cause trouble; so they stood there like good minions. "How 'bout this. Leave him alone for tonight. Oliver too. And anyone else you had eyes on. As a <em>favor</em> to me. And then we can call it even." Pausing, he leaned in closer so he could whisper.<br><br>&nbsp;"For me not breaking you in half in front of all these people for fuckin' with him; or anyone else. Get smart so we don't have this conversation again, hmm?" Throwing on a smile, he smacked Scott on the chest playfully, then let his neck go right before he crouched down, put a hand on Scott's belt, and on his chest, then heaved him and sent him flying so far he almost cleared the pool. "PAAAARTAY!!" he shouted at the same time, to put on a show for all the people and make it look like two teammates were just having more fun. The splash was huge, and while he was sure Aaron would definitely get hit with it, he was pretty certain he'd enjoy watching Scott get put in his place; even if it was for just the night. He eyed the twins for a moment, his expression turning deadly serious to see if they were as stupid as Scott. But they weren't. They just reached their hands out to help Scott, while Marco went over toward Aaron and extended his arm when his friend finally got toward the side of the pool. If he accepted his help, he'd pull him out of the pool and stand there with him. "This won't stop, Aaron. Even I can't stop Scott from bein' Scott. Trust me, man, the gym will help. Training will help; with more than just Scott. Stick with me and the next time Scott tries you, he'll just suddenly realize he's on the floor. And when he's lookin' up at you from down there. I guarantee you he'll never fuck with you again."<br><br><br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 04:07:40</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jeremiah Allen<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Some preppy clothes he got from Miriam as a gift (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/31daf95a6ec3051460a67eadfcc0ef28.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Evening to night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> At the Allen apartment <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dealing with mom before getting picked up with his beau.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> None<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/JeremiahAllen2.jpg)</div> “Oh my <em>god</em> Jeremiah!” Molly Allen gushed for the fifth time as soon as the door to the apartment closed. “You did it!” Throwing her arms around Jeremiah’s neck she nearly wrenched it as she pulled his head down to her height making the mortarboard slip down. “You actually did it!” <br>&nbsp;<br>“I know Mom,” Jeremiah said, slowly untangling himself from his mother’s arms. “Thanks.” He took the mortarboard off of his head. He didn’t need it but Molly had kept putting it on his head during dinner that he finally had just left it upt here.&nbsp; “And thanks for getting the day off. It was great to have you there.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Oh you’re just <em>saying</em> that. I bet you’re just happy your old mom didn’t get too excited at the graduation right?” <br>&nbsp;<br>Jeremiah was embarrassed to admit it, but she was right. Still, he couldn’t exactly tell her that especially now. The last thing either of them needed was an argument let alone an “episode.” “It’s not like that Mom,” he said smiling. “It was great that you came. I mean it. And you have been doing better lately.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“And I <em>know</em> you liked dinner, right? I would have gladly taken Miriam too, you know.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Despite her insistence, Jeremiah knew that Molly very much could <em>not</em> have really afforded to pay for three people even at a humble pizza place. It had been just three weeks since she had asked him for a quick three hundred dollar loan which was about what she owed for last month’s electricity and gas bills plus interest for late payments. She’d always find money to keep up the weak facade that she wasn’t deep under water.&nbsp; “I did like it but Miriam went home to have dinner with her folks. She has all her brothers and nephews and nieces at home so she needed to have dinner with them.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“So do you want to watch TV or anything? We could watch some of those shows you downloaded…<br>&nbsp;<br>“Sorry Mom, but there’s a big graduation party I’m going to with Miriam. She’s coming to pick me up later.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Molly deflated at the news. “Oh. Sure. Of course Jeremiah. Maybe this weekend? It would have to be breakfast because I’m working nights on Saturday <em>and</em> Sunday.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“That’s great Mom. Listen I gotta go get ready because Miriam is coming here really soon.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Oh of course! Do you mind if Miriam comes up when she gets here? I know we took some pictures of you two at the graduation but it would be nice if we got a few more…” Molly was interrupted by the sounds of explosions coming from neighbor’s loud TV penetrated the thin walls of the apartment. A familiar flash of rage erupted in Jeremiahs’ mother’s eyes as she took the few steps towards the wall and pounded her fist on it. “Hey! HEY! I’m trying to FUCKING TALK HERE! Turn your SHIT DOWN!” she screamed. <br>&nbsp;<br><em>Jesus fucking Christ.</em> Jeremiah’s heart lept up to his throat whenever his mother’s voice raised but he couldn’t help but felt satisfaction when the volume of the neighbor’s TV went down. Having Molly as a mother didn’t have many advantages but having loud neighbors know <em>not</em> to piss off the crazy blonde next door was one of them. “Maybe. Listen, Mom I gotta change and update my Facebook and…”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Oh yeah sure sure!” Molly kissed him on the cheek as motherly as possible. “And congrats again Mister Graduate!” <br>&nbsp;<br>Jeremiah felt thankful to be released from Molly’s clutches. He closed the door, pulled out his phone and dialed. “Hey Miriam!” he said. “How’s everyth…”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Hey Jeremy, sorry I can’t really talk right now.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Oh sorry I know you’re busy but we’re still on for seven right?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Er... Maybe?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Maybe?” Jeremiah scowled. “You’re not going?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“No! We’re <em>totally</em> going just… I’m going to be a <em>little</em> bit late picking you up.” The thought of showing up to the party late, and staying here even half an hour longer, wasn’t exactly appealing. <br>&nbsp;<br>“I guess I don’t have a choice huh? The Escort barely made it home from dinner so I’m stuck with you,” he said with a smile. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Yup! You’re stuck buddy boy.” There was a pause. “Listen, I <em>really<em>] got to go. I’ll be fifteen minutes late. Twenty </em> tops</em>. Okay?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Sure hon. Love ya.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“You too.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 04:08:11</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Miriam Goldman<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A pretty dress! (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/0035b5b5.jpeg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Evening to night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> At the Goldman house then the Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dealing with family before picking up her beau.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Hailee-steinfeld-ten-thousand-saints-sundance-portraits-january-2015_1.jpg)</div>Miriam Goldman hung up the phone just as her three year old niece Bethany managed to snatch the big smartphone out of her hand. “Hey!” she exclaimed before Bethany jumped off her lap. “Give that back!”<br>&nbsp;<br>“It’s <em>mine</em> now Auntie Miriam!” the little one said with a smile. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Is that so,” Miriam said standing up. I guess I’ll have to…” she swooped in and ran her fingers against the girl’s side. A cascade of screams and giggles followed. “Tickle you until I get it back!” <br>&nbsp;<br>“Hahahahaha! Daddy! Daddy! Make her stop!”<br>&nbsp;<br>Elijah put his hands on his hips with a grin of his own on his face. “Oh I think Auntie Miriam will only stop only when she gets her phone back.” Miriam stopped long enough for Bethany to do just that. “Okay go see Mommy and Grandma, Bethany. Daddy’s gotta go outside with Auntie for a minute.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Bethany took off like a rocket out of Miriam’s room upstairs at the mention of Grandma. It never failed to irk Miriam just how much her mother would spoil Bethany the day after being an unforgivable bitch to her. Still, at least she was decent enough to feel embarrassed for being jealous of a three year old. “Better ‘go outside’ in the back. If Mom sees you’re smoking here, she’ll flip.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“So will Deborah. Luckily, we’re right here.” Miriam’s oldest brother opened the patio door of her room and the two stepped out. “You know, you don’t have to be late. We’re not leaving for two days. There’s plenty of time to take pictures with everybody before we go.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Miriam snorted as she closed the door. “Yeah right. If I don’t make Mom and Dad happy they’ll call and text me every ten freaking minutes after I leave for the party. Plus Dan is leaving tomorrow morning and Sam will leave once him and Dad get at each other’s throats. Since he’s been home for, like, sixteen hours I’m betting that will happen in the next twelve.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Good guess. You could set your watch to them fighting it out.” Elijah lit the cigarette. “How is Jeremiah by the way?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“He’s good,” she said, as noncommittal as possible. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Is he going to State with you?”<br><br>Miriam groaned. “Did Mom ask you to talk about this with me, Lije?”<br>&nbsp;<br>Elijah tried to look offended. “No! What…” the facade didn’t last long. “God, you’re really good at that. You and Mom both.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Miriam reached her hand out. “Give me a drag then I’ll tell you all about it.”<br>&nbsp;<br>He pulled away from her with a grin. “Uh-uh. Bad enough I’m killing myself I’m not helping my baby sister kill herself.” <br>&nbsp;<br>“Pay to play. I know <em>you</em> don’t want to deal with Mom’s shit either.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Elijah gave up the cigarette and the siblings shared it as Miriam summed up the <del>torture</del> situation she was going to have to go through in the next two months. At the end Lije gave a low whistle. “Well, that’s a pickle isn’t it? Have you had a heart-to-heart with Jeremiah yet?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Sorta not really. I mean he told me about the Air Force but he hasn’t really said anything about if he’s going to go.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Putting the cig out on the bottom of his shoe, Elijah chuckled. “Sounds you’ll need to smoke something a little more potent shit than this to deal with that.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Why? You got some of that shit with you?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Oh come on, Mirry. I don’t do that anymore.” Miriam crossed her arms and stared at him. “Okay, i don’t do that <em>much</em> anymore. And I sure as hell didn’t bring it with me from Rhode Island.” Their phones simultaneously came alive with texts. “Uh oh. Mom’s herding us up to the living room.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“I better change I guess. See you up there?” Lije nodded and turned to go back inside. “Hey Lije?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Yo what’s up?” <br>&nbsp;<br>“Thanks. You’re the first person I’ve told this to, really. Not even Gwynn knows how deep it is.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Wow you trust me more than Blondie. I’m flattered.” Elijah squeezed her shoulder. “You’re a smart girl, Sis. Everything will be fine.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Fine. Of course it would be fine. What else could life turn out to be? <br>&nbsp;<br>Right?<br><hr><div align="center"><strong>At the party…</strong></div> <br>Miriam had barely got out of the car before she squealed in delight. “GWYNN!” she exclaimed, dashing across the Caulton backyard lawn to pounce on her BFF. Jeremiah was left eating her dust before she collided with Gwynn in a tight hug. “We’re graduated!” Miriam said. <br>&nbsp;<br>Though the two had an opportunity to snap one picture together right after graduation this was the first time they had to really cut loose. “Sorry i’m late but first things first: Selfie! We have to do our first graduated selfie!” Miriam made a gesture at her smiling boyfriend and turned to Marco. “Sorry Marco, I got to steal her for a minute.” As Jeremiah took his sweet time she turned back to Gwynn. “So what’s going on? Seems kinda quiet here for a party doesn’t it?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 12:19:07</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Clarke<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Mingling<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> What Ever Background Music Was On.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco, Aaron, Mentioning Gwynn Roxy and Tommy<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div> It took Damian an age to make his way through the crowds of people on the inside of the house. He was called from one person to the next for a quick hello, a hand shake, fist pump or hug. After the hellos were sorted, people wanted their yearbooks signed. It was not that Damian was extremely popular or anything it was more a case that he was part of a season winning football team. Everyone wanted the players to sign their books in case some of them made it big. It was more than likely that someone was going to make it in the sporting world. Marco had so much potential as well as Tommy and Damian so who knows what could happen.<br><br>After what seemed like an eternity Damian finally made his way through the crowd, his long greetings getting shorter and shorter as he went, eventually giving people a walking past grunt and fist pump. He knew this was always the case with the ''cool'' kids party, or as he would rather call it, the social groups party. Finally Damian came through the back door, looking out over the garden, his eyes scanning the people looking for his mates, that was where he was going straight away before he got called to sign more books.<br><br>Unfortunately Damian did miss Roxy as he made his way through the crowd, the people acting as a barrier on his way through but now his eyes were searching, he had received a message from Marco saying they were still there so now he just had to find them. He came across Tommy first, letting out a small sigh of relief that someone was still here, next he saw Gwynn, his smile brightened, now there was one year book he would never mind signing. Damian made his way down the few steps into the garden, heading straight for them to say hello but his eyes caught sight of something else, something out of the ordinary. <br><br>Knowing Marco for so long, he could tell by his walk what type of mood he was in and judging by the way he was storming across the garden, something was going on. His eyes stayed on him, seeing how he put his arm around Scott and seeing Aaron in the pool, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what was going on. Aaron and Scott had a long history, not a very pleasant one either. Damian hated bullying, it was something he had experienced first hand when he first arrived in America, getting a proper mouthful from Benny in front of everyone. Being told he should have AIDS, whether he knew who his father even was and being called Aussie because of his accent. Damian was normally a very relaxed and laid back person but something snapped in him that day. He saw red, it may have been a combination of being in a new continent let alone country, humiliated in front of everyone but he did something he was still not proud of to this day. Damian gave Benny a quick one two. Punching him solidly in the solarplexis followed by another blow to his face, dropping him to the floor. Since that day, his first at the school, Marco had become tight, really tight.<br><br>Damian sped up his walk, although he wanted to give Gwynn a hug hello, he knew Marco may have needed him more. Damian arrived right after Marco had put Scott in a head lock, a subtle one but Damian could tell by the flexing of Marco's massive gun that Scott must have been feeling the pressure. Group mentality was a strange thing though, the twins and Scott knew that none of them would ever stand a chance again Marco, hell Damian would never even think of trying anything with him but with 3 of them, their minds seem to go stupid. Damian could see the twins clenching their fists, almost ready to come to Scott's defense, something they would most certainly regret. Damian came up behind the twins, placing his hands on both their shoulders, looking like he was just putting his arms around them but in reality, Damian had put his hands on the tender part of the collar bone, digging his thumb deep into the pressure point there. Feeling their bodies squirm slightly. ''Why don't we just leave Marco and Scott to have a quiet word, what do you two lovers think?'' he whispered, digging his thumbs in deeper.<br><br>Damian kept a close eye on Marco, watching from just behind with the twins, Oliver standing just besides them, also watching the exchange, his yearbook tightly clenched in his fists, ready for the worst. As soon as Damian saw Scott flying through the air, arms flailing and legs kicking as he flew, Damian followed suit with the twins, moving his hands down their back and shoving them firmly, watching as they followed their rings leader, stumbling forward and face plating into the pool. This was followed by another shout to match that of Marco, ''WOOOOO PARTY!'' he shouted, his accent clear as he shouted.<br><br>Although Damian and Aaron never really spent much time together, he still could not just stand by, part of it was to make sure Marco was ok, although he knew he would be, the other was for Aaron. Damian leaned over seeing if he could help him be pulled up but Marco clearly had that covered. ''Hey Aaron, bit early for the pool wouldn't you say.'' Damian said with a grin, trying to make light of the situation. ''I have my football jumper on my bike if you need a change of clothes?'' he offered, Damian didn't want Aaron's day to be ruined by this one event. ''As for you Marco, don't you know how to stay low key at a gathering without helping people into the pool?'' Damian asked with a laugh, stepping forward and giving him one of those man hugs, not pressing too much flesh against him but enough to show comradery. ''Good to see you man, thought I was going to be stuck at this party by myself.'' he said, his eyes then looking over, glad that Gwynn and Tommy were still here, maybe this party could be good yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 12:32:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco, Roxy, Megan, Miriam, Tommy, Damian, Open<br><hr>”There's the loser party at Old Margaery's.&nbsp; I wouldn't recommend it, though. Kinda beats the whole purpose of avoiding that lot throughout the years, doesn't it?” &nbsp;Megan said.<br><br><strong>"Megan!&nbsp; Be nice,"</strong> Gwynn chided gently, as she rolled her eyes and stepped up to give her friend a hug.&nbsp; <strong>"Never know whose going to be the next Amy Lee or Mark Zuckerberg,"</strong> she said, as if there needed to be a reason.&nbsp; <strong>"By the way, you look fab."</strong>&nbsp; Not that she needed to say that, as Megan likely already knew, and it'd probably just go to her head.&nbsp; Green eyes drifted between Megan and Curtis, <strong>"are you doing a shoot?"</strong> she asked quizzically, <strong>"are you planning to work all night?"</strong><br><br>The discussion returned to the party the following night.&nbsp; She gave Roxy a shrug, twirled on the spot, the hem of her pink dress rising slightly, and then cocked her head to the side.&nbsp; <strong>"Telling me I'm not cute?&nbsp; How mean,"</strong> she said with a playful huff and insincere eye roll.&nbsp; Then, a moment later, she released an exaggerated sight, <strong>"yeah, well, I'll have to get Leanne's help, I guess."</strong><br><br>Her attention, and smile, turned to Marco.&nbsp; <strong>"Sounds perfect.&nbsp; I'll have my dad get his camping gear out, too.&nbsp; Turn the entire backyard into a tiny little campground at like, 3 a.m. in the morning.&nbsp; If anyone's sober enough still to set the tents up.&nbsp; I totally expect people to just crash on the floors."</strong><br><br>A wide smile stretched upon her lips as Tommy and Marco began to do just what boys do.&nbsp; It amused her that guys had to be all "macho" to express their affection for each other.&nbsp; It was both entertaining, and kind of sad.<br><br>Once Marco broke free, reversed the hold, and then decided he was going to follow Roxy to the other party, Gwynn waved at Tommy with that dimpled smile of hers.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey,"</strong> she said in a semi-awkward greeting.<br>&nbsp; <br>Then the blonde turned to Roxy, and gave her a perplexed look.&nbsp; <strong>"I think I'll wait for Miriam, and Damian, then we can all meet up later."</strong>&nbsp; She told her friend..<br><br><strong>"Be safe,"</strong> she said as Roxy departed.<br><br>She glanced between Megan and Tommy, but before she could say anything the bundle of energy that was Miriam came screaming through the backyard, like a cute little banshee.&nbsp; Gwynn barely had time to step forward, open her arms wide, and brace herself for the impact.<br><br>An infectious giggle escaped her lips as she endured the bear hug, <strong>"yes, we did.&nbsp; Was there ever any doubt?"</strong>&nbsp; She laughed more.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeah, you just missed Roxy.&nbsp; Marco's on his way out.&nbsp; They're headed to some haunted house, or something?&nbsp; I don't know.&nbsp; Wherever Naomi's band is playing,"</strong> Gwynn shrugged.&nbsp; She had more than enough friends to keep track of all the parties that she didn't really have to, even if Marco had taken this opportune time to exit after Roxy.&nbsp; This was all said while in Miriam's embrace.&nbsp; She then posed for the selfie, first a regular pic and then her typical silly pose - crossed eyes and her tongue poking out the left side of her glossed lips.<br><br>A loud splash from the pool caught her attention, and she had to peer around the taller people to see exactly what was going on.&nbsp; It was then that she saw the aftermath.&nbsp; Oliver telling Scott Hudgins, and Ian and Tristan DiNolio off.&nbsp; She had a flashback of the last time Aaron tangled with Scott, and moved to try to prevent Tommy from getting involved, which resulted in grabbing the quarterback's hand.<br><br>Of course, she would've let Tommy go kick all of their asses if they so much as touched Oliver, but she didn't trust Hank's parents not to call the cops, and the last thing any of them needed was for graduation night to be ruined because of Scott "I-have-a-small-dick" Hudgins.<br><br>Her grip on Tommy's hand was tight, but not so strong that he couldn't pull away.&nbsp; Then, when Marco somehow arrived out of seemingly nowhere, it loosened, but she didn't completely release it.&nbsp; There was still Ian and Tristan, and she had no idea if Tommy would want to show solidarity with his teammate.&nbsp; Then Damian showed up, and she released Tommy's hand.&nbsp; A giant grin forming upon her lips.&nbsp; The last four years, she'd seen enough of the football team to know who had whose back and which of the assholes weren't really liked by the star players.<br><br><strong>"Not sure where we should go, but I think we should leave now,"</strong> she told her group of friends, <strong>"let's grab the two heroes, Oliver, and Aaron and blow this Popsicle stand."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 18:36:50</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> Caulton Residence | Near her Jeep<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Leaving| Driving to haunted house<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Going to Hell - Pretty Reckless (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmtbg5b7_Aw)<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Leanne<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>“You drive a <em>hard </em>bargain.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Conveyed across her lips was a playful smile. As she slide herself with ease into the driver’s seat of her Maui. “Who am I to refuse such a generous offer?” <br>&nbsp;<br>Slipping the keys into the ignition. Maui’s engine purred to life and she waited til Leanne’s was settled into Maui’s new leather seats and with the click of her seat belt in the doorless Jeep, she’d place Maui in reserve and away they went. Saying good bye, with her eyes, to the dreadful house party and off into the woods to the haunted house. The wind felt wonderful against her face as it forced her hair into a fluttering mess. She had been excited when spring started and she was able to take off the doors to her jeep and the roof. She always felt completely free. <br>&nbsp;<br>Continued here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268589.msg13255025#msg13255025)
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ana 1360</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 01:57:29</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Tommy Mulvaney<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tee Shirt, Levis <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday June 9th, l<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late in the evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Backyard a little away from the pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Content for the time being <br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn, Damian, Marco<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div> Tommy was still searching his Levis for his car keys thinking he may have lost them in the front yard when he saw Damian out of the corner of his eye. "..bout time Sleeping Beauty.. now that your a high school graduate&nbsp; just gonna sleep all day.." he yelled towards his Receiver in a vain attempt to overcome the sound system. Laughing and convinced his friend could not hear him he returned to the hunt. <br><br>Sensing agitation and excitement behind him Tommy rotated his head and discovered that most of his classmates were rapidly moving away from the edges of the pool which is exactly what happens when something 'not so good' is happening in a pool. Tommy zeroed in on the center of the pool just in time to see Aaron fight his way to the surface gasping for air. "Look who it is Mr. Wonderful Scott Hudgins" Tommy thought, "and his disloyal toadies Sunshine &amp; Light, Ian and Tristan", the culpable parties were never in doubt" he concluded.&nbsp; Tommy knew Aaron to be a decent guy and knowing the Hudgins gang well figured Aaron probably didn't deserve to be in Hank Caulton's pool fully clothed. However Aaron did not appear to be drowning and this was a graduation party so the obligatory 'dude' in the pool moment have arrived. " Maybe I should start the obligatory 'whootty' in the pool search" he chuckled to himself. However as he watched Oliver rise to his feet he knew instantly that that required a rapid response.<br><br>Tommy's mind plotted his path so that he might reach Oliver before Scott could do anything more then lay a couple of paws on his brainy bud. It was then that he felt a grip on his left hand. He turned to see Gwynn looking right at him with a concerned and rather worried expression. Tommy focused on Gwynn's face his eyes never leaving hers. He said nothing, she said nothing. Gwynn always had a calming effect on Tommy. She knew just how to ease the tempermental Quarterbacks mind. They both watched hands together as Marco made his way through the crowd. Damian soon followed the linebacker and Tommy instinctively&nbsp; made to break Gwynn's grip. Gwynn reasserted herald on Tommy's much larger hand. Tommy hesitated. He knew she was right.&nbsp; How many times had Gwynn had to pick up up Tommy at the Glenn's Hills Police Station after he had thrown down with some Glenn's Hills tool. He thought about the many times she rescued him from the emergency room took him to her place, and cleaned him up, saving him from his Father's violent fury.&nbsp; <br><br>If Tommy was going to salvage anything that remained of his future, and of this final summer with his friends, he had to get a handle on his temper and moody bouts of depression. The injury happened. Sean was gone. His Mother would hopefully find strength, and he had good friends who helped so much with his sister.<br><br>Silently thinking how good Gwynn's delicate hand felt lost in his. Remembering that it used to be this way. Why did he ignore her the way he did. Why was practice or his night work with Leanne more nesessary then spending quality time with Gwynn. He didn't have any answers.<br><br>The two of them watched as Marco threw Scott, with an arc that truly impressed Tommy, almost clear across the pool. Tommy did laugh out loud when Damian sent Sunshine &amp; Light into the water right on top of their commander and chief. Having released their grip Tommy realized Gwynn was right, it was time to get out of Dodge.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 05:31:29</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey t-shirt and hat, dark grey khaki shorts<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> About to make some very damp tracks<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco, Damien, Oliver, NPCs, and pretty much anyone still in the back yard<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>Things seemed rather confusing by time Aaron broke the surface. Many of the swimmers had spread away from him, though nowhere present did there seem to be his hat. Before he could even gather what was happening he saw Marco shove Scott into the pool, and soon after that, um... Darren? No, Damian! One of Marco's teammates. He shoved the twins in right alongside, forcing Aaron to swim away a bit in order to avoid getting pulled under. As he did so, his eyes turned, happening to catch just a quick glimpse of Gwynn's hand on Tommy's. For just a moment his heart sank back down into the pool, a confirmation of all the things he feared. It was Marco's hand that drew his attention back to immediate matters. Clasping on, Aaron began to climb out, his clothing suddenly feeling supremely heavy as water dripped from it.<br><br>Aaron almost didn't hear the words next spoken by Marco and Damian, almost missing their kindness and generosity. He couldn't get over how foolish he must have been, being nervous about Gwynn sliding her arm through his. What made him so nervous? He supposed it was the knowledge that it meant nothing clashing with his desire for it to mean something more. By time he realized what Marco beside him was saying, the two of them facing away from the pool and towards Damian, that he began to become distracted thinking on he and Benny's constant debates on the nature of the "normies".<br><br>"That, um... yeah," Aaron said nodding, uncertain who he was even answering to at this point. "Hey, did you guys see my hat?" Aaron turned back around towards the pool to seek it out. His eyes widened as he watched the twins reaching up from the pool. One of them grasped onto the waist of his shorts while the other wrapped his arm around Marco's waist, and suddenly the two were pulled right off the pool ledge and back into the water.<br><br><em>Whelp,</em> was about all Aaron could muster to think as he once again floated upside down beneath the shimmering surface of the water.<br><br>Scott, meanwhile, clambered out of the pool with each twin standing beside, eyes smouldering as he stared down Damian. Scott pointed towards Oliver. "Make sure that snake doesn't slither away," he growled. Ian cracked his knuckles and began to stomp towards the smaller framed man as Scott and Tristan drew up onto the South African, chests puffed out for maximum posturing.<br><br>"So watcha think Aussie?" he said calmly. "I think me and my boy here can clean your clock before your precious Marco climbs himself outta the water. Or maybe you'd like to join him?"<br><br>"Hey, hey, whoa now there fellas!" came a most exaggerated call. Hank, finally drawn to the chaos in his own back yard, slid himself between the two parties, his hand lifted up as if to fend them off from each other. "C'mon, you don't want to ruin things any further, do you? Force my parents to break things up?"<br><br>Aaron swam through the water, moving towards the corner further and further from Scott. Marco was certainly right that Scott wasn't going to stop. But for some reason, Aaron thought of Benny, too. Aaron thought of how Benny was better at getting under anyone's skin than anyone else in school. That somehow, the guy knew just what to say to really damage someone's feelings. Sure, it was always to the point of rage and vitriol, but they were beyond that. So as Aaron climbed out of the pool -- Scott in the meantime trying to intimidate Hank while the poor host tried to play everything off comically, doing his best to hold Damian at bay as well -- he flashed back to a conversation two months ago in Benny's basement. A smirk tilted his lip. All he needed to do was think like Benny, to let Benny's words fly free from his mouth, and it would work. He just needed to be Benny for one moment.<br><br>Standing upright on the edge of the pool, Aaron turned towards his bully. Ian and Tristan looked rather confused. Ian especially, who wasn't certain if he should lay a hand on Oliver or not.<br><br>"Hey Scott!" Aaron called. Immediately the conversation silenced, Scott's burning gaze shifting right back onto the short nerd in a drenched shirt. Aaron's stance faltered slightly, the smirk on his mouth vanishing. <em>Think like Benny!</em> He breathed in deep, and rather than the pool before him, he saw Benny in the basement, smirking that cocky smirk, hands in his pockets, head tilted just right.<br><br>"Is it true that Gretchen shit all over your dick when you stuck it in her ass?"<br><br>The entire pool hushed as all eyes were now on Scott Hudgins. The bully's jaw set, his mouth a firm line.<br><br>"I don't know what you're tal-"<br><br><em>"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"</em><br><br>Seemingly out of nowhere Gretchen Bullworth stormed forward, knocking Hank aside as she pushed towards Scott, her hands slapping at his arms and chest. "You said you wouldn't tell anyone! You fucking jerk!" Scott backed up further and further towards the pool as he was assaulted with the thousand slaps of the angry bitch, bringing a delighted grin to Aaron's face. Holy shit it worked! The crowd was either murmuring in laughter or revulsion, which meant that the word would spread and Scott would be humiliated.<br><br>And then Scott Hudgins grabbed Gretchen by the waist and tossed her shrieking into the pool.<br><br><em>This pool thing is getting awfully trite,</em> Aaron thought to himself. Of course, he then noticed Scott's eyes locked right back onto him.<br><br><em>Oh yeah, saying shit like that is how Benny gets his ass kicked.</em><br><br>Without a moment's hesitation Aaron turned tail and ran, the water in his clothes weighing him down quite inconveniently. He didn't even pay any mind to Tommy and Gwynn still standing beside each other, and -- oh shit when did Jeremiah and Miriam get here? Not enough time to think on that! If he was lucky Hank, Damian, and maybe Marco would slow Scott and the twins down -- in fact, hopefully Ian decided Oliver wasn't worth it -- so that Aaron could get away. Or that, y'know, <em>maybe</em> some of the others by the pool would help out and toss them back into the water to cool off?<br><br>"What in the <em>Hell</em> is going on out here?!" cried Mrs. Caulton, a certified bad ass in getting kids to straighten up, clench their butts, and pretend they were doing nothing wrong. Aaron only got to briefly see her startled face to the chaos behind him as he ducked past her, falling onto his knees before scrambling back up and around the side of the house. He didn't care where he was going just as long as he was away from another beat down from Scott and the rest.<br><br>Aaron's feet pounded the ground as he made his way to the front yard, his temple pounding as his blood pumped adrenaline and oxygen throughout his limbs to fuel his frantic flight. By time he reached the sidewalk he finally began to slow, inertia carrying his pounding feet into the street. He finally allowed himself a moment's reprieve, panting, hunched forward with his hands on his knees. He suddenly heard people whispering and talking, car doors opening and closing. Spinning around, he noticed he wasn't the only one to flee the scene. With Hank's parents now involved, many of the attendants were rushing to get out of dodge, packing themselves into whatever vehicle they could. There was no sign of Scott or the Twins, a great relief to Aaron, but he couldn't help but sigh anyway.<br><br>"Aw man, I ruined Hank's party."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 05:56:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Scott(NPC), Ian(NPC), Aaron, Marco(Mentioned), Damien(Mentioned) | Open<br><hr><br>He watched Marco and then Damien step in, one hand releasing its death-grip on his yearbook to nudge his glasses up his nose, a glance flicked toward the pool to ensure his friend wasn't drowning.&nbsp; He took a slight step back as three bodies hit the water in rapid succession and created impressive splashes.&nbsp; He lowered the book as things seemed they were done...except they never were.&nbsp; He should have known better, because guys like Scott didn't have enough sense to realize when they were beaten.&nbsp; Part of what made people dislike them so much was their inability to <em>just freakin' give it a rest</em>.<br><br>Sighing wearily, he lifted the book again when Scott sicced one of his mutts on him, nose crinkling at what he could only assume was meant to be an insult.&nbsp; "Snake, really?&nbsp; If you are literally comparing me to a snake, then I appreciate the compliment.&nbsp; I'm not certain it's exactly justified, however.&nbsp; Unless, of course, one takes into account our ever-evolving definition of an apex predator, in regards to human beings.&nbsp; Either way, comparing me to a creature so efficiently and brilliantly evolved that the changes it has been required to undergo for hundreds of millions of years were minimal, is actually quite flattering.&nbsp; If, instead, you were using the term in the vernacula...Oh, are we leaving now?"<br><br>He had continued to wield his yearbook menacingly at Ian as he went on his absent-minded diatribe, but Aaron's sudden, soggy sprint snapped him out of it.&nbsp; He glanced around as other people began to wander off, and he lowered his yearbook to walk across the yard to his plate.&nbsp; Carrying it with him, he approached Mrs. Caulton, handing her his trash and offering a sheepish smile.&nbsp; "Thank you for having me, ma'am.&nbsp; I had a lovely time."<br><br>He left her standing there, likely confused, and made his way back around out front to find his friend standing on the sidewalk making a puddle.<br><br>"Want a ride?&nbsp; I think I have a towel and bathrobe in my trunk, if you'd like to dry off and get warm?"&nbsp; He peered Aaron over and nudged his glasses up again.&nbsp; "Gretchen would have been better off not reacting to what you said.&nbsp; Do you think she would react poorly to an email with a handy website that provides tips for how to engage in safe and sanitary anal sex?&nbsp; Just, you know, in case she ever decides to try it again?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 08:17:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong>Marco Benjamin Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236743#msg13236743)<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 &gt; Ole Dusty Trail<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pre-Party Requisitions &gt; Arrival &gt; Planning<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Paint It, Black (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4irXQhgMqg)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Megan, Tommy, Damian, Gwynn, Roxy, Scott, Twins, Oliver </span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.interviewmagazine.com/files/2013/07/15/img-michael-b-jordan_184836300571.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>As soon as Scott went sailing, Marco put his hand out over his eyes like a pro-golfer watching a long drive. And how sweet it was when he shouted face first into the pool. Standing to his full six foot four inches, he turned to look at the twins just in time for Damian to push them in as well. "Damiaaaaan!! Hahahahaha! You know good and well the answer to that question is no," he said with a huge grin on his face right before the bro hug. Aaron thankfully hadn't drowned; it just seemed like he took a bit to come up on purpose.<br><br>&nbsp;So when he did break the water, Marco hauled him right out. He looked around for his hat when he asked, and saw it lazily drifting in the pool. "Back in the drink, man." Thankfully it wasn't so far that Aaron would have to get back in the water. He could just reach out a bit and snatch it. But since he'd taken his eyes off of the hat to look at Aaron to make sure he saw where he was pointing, Marco took his eyes off the snakes in the water. Both twins surfaced in unison, snapping onto Aaron and him each and pulling them into the pool. <br><br>The only thing going through Marco's head as the aquamarine came rushing at him was what he had in his pockets. Wallet was locked in the glove compartment. His keys would be fine, and his phone was waterproof(mandatory when your mother is a surf legend). He was content as he smashed into the water. But when he went under, he got pissed. Sure his clothes were made for the pool, but he wanted to choose when to get wet. And now that these guys were actually fighting back, it got him even more fired up. Flipping under the water, Marco bent his knees and planted his feet flat on the pool floor. Then he stood up and noticed the water was about at his waist. <br><br>While Aaron swam away and Hank tried to play peacekeeper, Marco bent his knees again and just jumped. Fighting tooth and nail against gravity, he erupted from the water and landed on his feet on the pool edge. "What was that, Scott? Couldn't hear you over the sound of my Thursday workout." He then eyed Ian with a death stare, just <em>begging</em> him to lay a finger on Oliver and seal his fate.&nbsp; The sheer animosity coming from Marco fizzled to nothing when Aaron straight up asked Scott if he got shit-dick with Gretchen because he didn't follow Anal 101. While the others started to murmer after Gretchen tore into the dumbass masquerading as a person, Marco almost folded in half before his hands on his knees stopped him. His whooping laughter echoed through the backyard at the sheer hilarity of it all. <br><br>"Ahahaha, the asshole put it in her asshole! And what did he get for it? <em>Shit</em>!" Ahahahah!" Even though they still had pool water and chlorine in them, Marco's eyes watered with tears at the situation and was having trouble breathing he was laughing so damn hard. Finally though, he forced himself up and looked around to notice that people were starting to file out after Hank's mom showed who wore the pants at this party. He knew when it was time to take his leave, and most of his friends were leaving anyway. Besides, Aaron and Oliver had gotten away clean. Scott and his lackeys didn't have a reason to stay rowdy now that all they had were Marco, Tommy, and Damian to fuck with. Because that was a death sentence, the smart thing even for idiots like them would be letting the sleeping dogs lie.<br><br>&nbsp;He was still chuckling when he got to his car and popped the trunk. Opening an empty duffel bag, he tossed his vest and wet shorts in there. Then he used his towel to dry his compression shorts off to where the drive to the next party would get him 100% before tossing the cloth back in the trunk. He put on his spare outfit(same one), slammed the trunk. Hopping into his car, he pulled a blunt out of his container and lit it, taking a huge puff and coughing for a few seconds after. Putting her in gear, he drove out onto the street, only to pull up and stop in front of Oliver and Aaron. "Guys, I'd suggest you hurry up and hit the ole' dusty trail. Scott and the Tweedles might be after you still and the sooner you're in the car and on the road, the better. I'm headed to Old Lady Margaery's to see if I can catch the rest of Pearl Lipstick's set. Benny's probably over there if you wanna go, Aaron." After that, he said goodbye to both of them, and stuck around long enough to make sure Scott didn't try anything else. Then he turned his speakers up loud and took off. He had to hear a lady sing.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 11:25:54</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Clarke<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After 10pm<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Action and Fleeing<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> What ever is in the background<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaron, Marco, Tommy, Gwynn, Miriam, Megan, Oliver and Jeremiah <br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div> It all happened so quickly. Damian had noticed Gwynn's hand holding Tommy, but he was not jealous, he was actually thankful. Tommy had his fair share of run-ins, his temper often got the better of him and got him into all sorts of danger. Damian knew Tommy was loyal and would be there in a second, the one only problem is Tommy would not have been so subtle, flying in with fists flying instead of just settling it under the radar. Damian let out a soft sigh of relief, he knew that Gwynn's hand on his would calm him down, stopping him flying in and making them all spend the night trying to get Tommy out of lock up.<br><br>Before Damian could even think too long on that however, Aaron and Marco just disappeared from in front of his very eyes. It seemed like a magic trick, one second they were there the next they were gone. Damian grinned at Scott, he would never make the first move but he wasn't a complete idiot, he readied himself for what was to come, taking a defensive stance and just waiting. Damian tried to subtly move across, standing between the one twin and Oliver. Damian deserved it and knew he could handle a fair beating but Oliver did nothing, he didn't deserve anything that came his way so he was just hoping that if anything happened, he would be able to stop the assault on Oliver so just long enough for him to get away.<br><br>It all changed shortly after that. Scott called Damian Aussie, a nickname he had gotten because of his English speaking South African accent. It was a nickname he actually enjoyed his friends calling him but saw red when others called him that to mock him. It had the effect that Scott wanted, Damian's fists clenched, his eyes narrowed as he face turned bright red, taking a step forward towards Scott. Just like the magic trick of making Marco disappear, he suddenly reappeared on the pool edge, a waterfall of water cascading off his body as he jumped out in one smooth motion followed by Aaron screaming from the other side of the pool. By this time everything was silent, Aaron's words were loud and clear and changed everything Damian was feeling.<br><br>His laughter matched that of Marco, tears streaming down his cheeks, ''That's a shitty story mate.'' Damian remarked, laughing as he watched Gretchen come screaming in. Damian gave Marco a slap on the back, this battle was clearly done, ''I'll see you at another party man.'' he said between breaths and laughter, then taking a deep breath to regain composure and making his way towards the group of friends gathered. <br><br>''Think we should head out guys, before mum over there get's us to clean up.'' he said to Tommy, Gwynn, Miriam and Jeremiah. Damian quickly did the greetings, giving Tommy a firm ''man hug''. Similar to the one he gave Tommy. It was really Damian's signature hello for men. He liked showing closeness for his guy friends however kept it to a manly way. He felt a fist pump just wouldn't cut it. He knew Tommy hated the bro hug, he loved the fist pump. ''Just so you know, I worked hard so I could sleep all day.'' he said with a laugh during the hug. He then gave Jeremiah a bro hug, ''I thought I would be the last person here, you make fashionably late look early.'' he said then moving to Miriam, giving her a quick hug followed by Megan, ''Nice to see you guys out and partying.'' he said, genuinely meaning those words, finally turning to Gwynn, giving her a smile as his eyes looked into hers. He gave her a hug, one that was different to Miriam, holding Gwynn a little tighter, a little more caring. His nose was filled with her sweet perfume, a scent that often made him melt. ''You look amazing as usual.'' he said softly with a smile, finally breaking the hug. ''So we going to get out of here?'' he asked, turning and moving with the group out towards the door. As he passed the doorway Mrs. Caulton was standing at, he flashed her one of his innocent smile, although he knew she was not stupid, that she knew he was involved. ''I am so sorry for any problems we caused.'' he said, his words were genuine as they left the house, Damian moving to his bike, grabbing the helmet. ''Where we off to then?'' he asked the group, wanting the party to go on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 19:13:27</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME</strong>:Megan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bordeaux summer dress, high heeled sandals<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION: The Henderson Farm</strong><br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Half a proposition<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn, Miriam, Jeremiah, Tommy, Damian<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Chained to the rhythm (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Um7pMggPnug)<br><br><hr><br>The Henderson Farm was famed not only for the quality of their dairy products and top-notch grains, but also for the few parties they hosted throughout the year on various occasions. It was also a great place to host a wedding as a few distant members of the family concluded, Megan actually having attended the first one when she was but a little girl. It’s hard to imagine her being the sweet, innocent flower girl who once offered a genuine smile to everyone. Now her smiles were paid by the shot, if not in dollars, then certainly in “likes” and “thumbs up” and comments. <br>&nbsp;<br>The pool episode back at Hank’s party was in fact thoroughly documented by both Curtis with his pro camera and Megan filming the scene right from where Marco pushed Scott into the pool. They missed Aaron’s reluctant debut in the world of professional diving, but caught his boisterous retort and Gretchen’s tantrum in full HD. The ride to Henderson’s farm was full of instant replays, close-ups of Scott’s distressed features and laughter coming from the ones watching the video. Damian and Marco’s comments needed to be a little volumed up before Megan could actually post the video and she wanted to do some editing too. But this was the graduation party. “French it!” She said and hit the upload button, putting it on Youtube, then sending it an all her other channels. She didn’t know what happened to Marco and Aaron after that, they simply disappeared from the scene of the crime, but assumed they might be headed towards the creepy party. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Now I know exactly what to write in their yearbooks.” She said with a wink, referring to everyone involved in the incident. And then they arrived at the farm, the party being in full swing at the time.&nbsp; Megan started dancing the moment she stepped out of the car, grabbing Gwynn’s hand as soon as she was out and beckoning the others to sway their hips.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;“Are we ready to paaaarty!”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;It was more of a statement than a question, as she gazed at the flickering flames of the bonfire. <em>The Henderson brothers really outdone themselves this time </em>, she thought watching the eclectic lights coming from the barn and the bustling within the large open tents. She was happy to have the ‘gang’ with her, Gwynn and Miriam with the tag-along Jeremiah, Damian, even ‘Second-Hand’ Tommy. Curtis was the best, taking shots of everything and everyone, if there was someone that would make them look great, that was him. <br><br>“Who wants to dance? I feel like dancing!” she made a few steps salsa-style, which were not at all in tune with the music, but that was besides the point. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 21:39:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool&nbsp; -&gt; Damian's Bike -&gt; Arrival at Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Megan, Miriam, Tommy, Damian, Jeremiah, Open<br><hr>Well, she thought that there'd been an end to the horseplay by the pool, but Scott Hudgins was an idiot.<br><br><strong>"Oh shit,"</strong> she said softly, barely audible to those nearest her, when Marco and Aaron were pulled into the pool.&nbsp; She thought surely the fists were going to fly.&nbsp; <br><br>From the corner of her eye she watched Tommy.&nbsp; She didn't know how he was going to react, but grabbing his hand again was just asking him to show too much restraint.&nbsp; Besides, Damian was over there and he might need help.&nbsp; At least, those were her thoughts until Marco sprung out of the pool like fucking superman.&nbsp; It was impressive, even though she'd seen it before.<br><br>On the other side of her, she clearly saw Megan and Curtis filming the altercation, and what happened next was video gold.&nbsp; She'd never heard Aaron say anything like that before, yet it didn't surprise her that he was capable.&nbsp; He hung out with Benny after all.&nbsp; Shocked mirth crossed her features as Gretchen erupted from nearby and confirmed what Aaron had said.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't help but laugh.&nbsp; Gretchen had been a horrible teammate the last couple years, to the point that Gwynn didn't trust her to spot anyone, and was up there with Benny and Scott on the short list of people Gwynn despised.<br><br><strong>"Oh my god,"</strong> she whispered loudly, between chuckles, to Megan and Miriam.&nbsp; Her eyes wide with surprised mirth, <strong>"do you think that's when she discovered he has a small dick?"</strong>&nbsp; It had been Gretchen who had started that rumor during cheer practice, hadn't it?<br><br><strong>"Way to go, Aaron,"</strong> she hollered in her cheer voice as Aaron ran past them to escape the backyard.&nbsp; She then watched Marco and Oliver depart.&nbsp; She felt like cheering them all on.&nbsp; Possibly even doing a Herkie jump.&nbsp; <br><br>God!&nbsp; What had cheer done to her?<br><br>Thankfully, she refrained.&nbsp; She couldn't wait to get back into dance shape, not to mention mentality.&nbsp; That would wait until Monday.<br><br>For now, she watched Damian walk her way.&nbsp; Granted, she was amidst a group of friends, and he was likely walking toward all of them, but despite that, he was walking toward her.&nbsp; Her smile only grew wider with each step he took, and when his eyes finally locked upon hers, she felt giddy all over.<br><br>She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, and waited, ever so patiently, for him to bro hug, fist bump, and casually hug her friends.&nbsp; She had to admit, she was just the slightest bit jealous that she was last, but he made up for it with his warm embrace.&nbsp; She had briefly thought of rising to half-pointe to gain an inch and half and bring her lips closer to his, but Tommy was there, and that would've been tacky.&nbsp; Instead, she simply wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his sternum.<br><br>As they walked past Mrs. Caulton Gwynn added to Damian's apology.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you for having us Mrs. Caulton,"</strong> she said sincerely.<br><br>She shrugged when asked where they were headed.&nbsp; <strong>"I know Roxy and Marco went to where Naomi's band is playing.&nbsp; I think, maybe, we should head to the Henderson's.&nbsp; Let's just go somewhere where we can spend the rest of the night without worrying about parties being broken up,"</strong> she suggested to the group.<br><br>Gwynn then let Megan and Miriam know that she wanted to ride with Damian, and followed him to where his bike was parked.&nbsp; Without waiting, she unlocked the spare helmet - he always carried on the back of his bike - fit her head inside it, and then waited for him to mount the machine so that she could climb up behind him.&nbsp; Once they were both seated, she waved to those watching, slid her arms around his mid-section, once more, and prepared herself for that initial acceleration.<br><br>She loved being on the bike.&nbsp; The exhilaration that accompanied traveling at a speed that her body told her was wrong; that nature never designed human beings of moving at.&nbsp; A part of her brains creamed that it was unnatural, even as the adrenaline flooded her bloodstream.&nbsp; Things zipped by, too fast to notice, her head firmly placed between Damian's shoulder blades.&nbsp; Of course, she currently wished she was wearing pants, as a number of pebbles flew up to sting and mar her bare legs.<br><br>They arrived at the Henderson's barn just behind Megan and Curtis.&nbsp; Gwynn slipped off the bike, careful not to touch anything hot, removed the helmet, and handed it to Damian, so that he could lock it back up.&nbsp; She then moved to the nearest reflective surface, and smoothed out her hair.<br><br>There wasn't much time to look herself over before Megan grabbed her hand and pulled her away to dance.&nbsp; She didn't particularly care for this particular Katie Perry song, but it was easy enough to toss her hair, and sway her hips to.&nbsp; She glanced at Damian, through half-lidded eyes and the crook of her elbow, as she lifted her blonde hair off the back of her neck.&nbsp; A tiny mischievous smile tugged at her lips.&nbsp; Her arm extended above her head, and tiny circular movements of her wrist caused her whole arm to sway and shoulder to roll as she moved in a circle to the rhythm of the song.<br><br><strong>"Hell yeah, they always have the DJ setup in the barn,"</strong> she replied to Megan.&nbsp; Then glanced at Damian, bright smile and dimpled cheeks, <strong>"we should get some food, too.&nbsp; No way am I being a lightweight tonight."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 04:24:14</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jeremiah Allen &amp; Miriam Goldman <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Jeremiah: Some preppy clothes he got from Miriam as a gift (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/31daf95a6ec3051460a67eadfcc0ef28.jpg) <br>Miriam: A pretty dress! (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/0035b5b5.jpeg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool -&gt; Miriam’s car -&gt; Arrival at Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation with the beau on the way to the new party. Discussions about smoking the marijuanas.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> High By The Beach - Lana Del Rey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnxpHIl5Ynw)<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn, Damian, Megan, Benny (mentioned), Marco (mentioned)<br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Hailee-steinfeld-ten-thousand-saints-sundance-portraits-january-2015_1.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/JeremiahAllen2.jpg)</div>Jeremiah had barely got to arrive at Miriam’s fierce embrace of Gwynn before shit started going down. He watched with a grin on his face as things got weird fast in regards to the pool. It was amazing. He had been graduated for mere hours and already his friendships and loyalties, that just a year ago had seemed unbreakable, were already starting to come apart. He liked Damien and Marco well enough but the others… <br>&nbsp;<br>“Jeez, I did it again. I show up somewhere and everyone wants to get the hell away from me." Jeremiah made a big production of checking his pits for stink. "What is it about me that makes people want to leave?" <br>&nbsp;<br>Miriam didn't have a chance to give her usual witty rejoinder when a big commotion at the pool grabbed everyone's attention. Some shouts, threats, and talk of anal sex later the party seemed to come to an official and unceremonious end. Being their typical selves, Jeremiah and Miriam merely crossed their arms and watched the whole thing go down with a mocking smirk. "You know, I don't think anybody deserved that more than those clowns in the pool." Miriam said. <br>&nbsp;<br>"I dunno. Benny maybe." Jeremiah replied with a straight face.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Benny <em>definitely</em>."<br>&nbsp;<br>There were more chuckles before Jeremiah nodded in agreement to Gwynn’s suggestion that we blow this popsicle stand. “Yeah, that seems the way to go.” The couple made their customary brief goodbyes, with Jeremiah providing a bro-hug back to the always pleasant Damien. “Oh and I got a few goodies for when we get to the ‘haunted house’. Just come by, I owe you.” <br>&nbsp;<br>“‘Goodies?’” Miriam asked as they walked quickly towards her car. “You think Damien’s going to go for the vodka or the beer?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Well beer of course,” Jeremiah said as he got in the passenger seat. “You ever know any of us meatheads get anything aside from that. Buuuut…” He unzipped a pocket on his vest and took out a baggie some rather potent looking plant matter. “I was <em>really</em> talking about this.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Miriam got hit with a mix of emotions. One was excitement at seeing that Jeremiah was able to get his hands on what looked like purple kush. The other was absolute horror. “Put that away asshole! I’m about to start fucking driving!”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Come on. Am I going to let my girl ride dirty?” Despite that, Jeremiah put the baggie away. “I promise only to bring it out when appropriate okay Miss Fancy Pants?”<br>&nbsp;<br>Smiling, Miriam started driving the short distance away to the farm. “You know funny you should mention that. I was talking to my brother and, apparently, he still tokes up.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Well, I would be shocked if you told me that Sam <em>didn’t</em> toke up.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Not Sam! Lije.” Miriam shook her head as she turned at an intersection. “Married, grandchild giving, six figure earning, East Coast living, perfectly bourgeois Lije. Of all people.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“See? When you’re married and on the East Coast it’ll be just fine to do a J. That’s good news right?” Jeremiah couldn’t help but notice the moments of awkward silence after he had said that. “Well that is, if you want to move to the East Coast…”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Or get married?” Miriam said as she come to a stop. “I think we should not worry too much about marriage. Maybe think about September?”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Now? You want to talk about that now?” Jeremiah ran his fingers through his hair and let awkward silence settle again. “I’ve signed up for Greenfield Community College but you know...I’m still considering my options. You know if I go to basic training I’ll only be gone for a couple of months.”<br>&nbsp;<br>The last turn they needed to get to the farm was coming up and Miriam sighed loudly. “Okay, maybe now is not the best time to talk about this.” She found a place to park and settled her car in before she turned it off and smiled at Jeremiah. “For tonight let’s just get fucked up enough so we don’t have to think about it.” <br>&nbsp;<br>“Sold. Now let’s track down the rest of the crew. Leave the booze in the trunk for now. We’ll get it when we need it otherwise some greedy little boys and girls will get their paws all over it.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Miriam got out of the car and looked seriously at Jeremiah from across the hood. “‘Leave the booze,” she said in her best Godfather voice. “Take the weed.” Thankfully, that got a laugh from Jeremiah lightening the mood somewhat. “But you’re right, greedy little boys and girls are the <em>worst</em>! Speaking of which…” Miriam pointed. “The dime store Kim Kardashian is there with Gwynn and Damien. Looks like they’re doing something that resembles dancing.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Well, as you know, I have to get a lot more drunk to dance.” Jeremiah put his arm around Miriam’s shoulder and led her to the barn to meet their friends. <br>&nbsp;<br>“I’ll just have to find a way to get you drunk then,” Miriam said. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Are you trying to sexually assault me, Miss Goldman?” <br>&nbsp;<br>That got Miriam in stitches by the time they actually got to the barn, leading to another reunion of her and Gwynn as they hugged it out again. “Well this is a lot more interesting than the bullshit at the pool right? So you wanna dance, Blondie or…” <br>&nbsp;<br>Miriam glanced at Damien and Megan as she pinched her fingers and brought them to her lips and sucked in her breath. She held the imaginary joint out to Gwynn. “Good shit right?” she said tightly. <br>&nbsp;<br>Jeremiah chuckled. “Subtle, babe. Subtle. But yeah I got the stuff and papers. Just need a spot to set it all up and enjoy it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 13:25:31</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Clarke<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> After 10pm<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence To Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Finally some partying and bonding<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> What ever is in the background<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn, Miriam, Megan, and Jeremiah <br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div>Damian gave a small grin to Gwynn as he say her already putting the helmet on. He loved when she drove with him, it was close, far more intimate than driving in a car and that was the reason he loved the bike. Nothing beat the feeling of driving at speeds he knew he probably shouldn't through the streets, weaving between traffic, the adrenaline rush was incomparable to driving a car, no matter what speed you were doing in that car. Well the feeling of excitement was only amplified by the feeling of Gwynn pressing against his back, her hands holding onto his midriff as they went.<br><br>When he drove with her however, he never drove like he did when he was alone on the bike, he accelerated gradually, driving within the speed limit at all times and never really weaving between the traffic. It was one thing for him to do it by himself, if he got injured it was his own stupidity but it was not fair to drive like that with a passenger. He didn't think he could ever live with himself if something happened to Gwynn because of his driving. He quickly slipped on his helmet, hopping onto the bike, straddling it. He leaned it over so it was easy for Gwynn to hop on without stretching her legs too far. Waiting until he felt her arms firmly wrapped around him, her feet resting on the back foot pegs before starting the bike, the vibrations and grumble of the bike could be heard and felt instantly. Pulling away slowly and following a few of the other cars to the farm party.<br><br>As they arrived the atmosphere at this party was completely different, it was more festive, more laid back, people were all looking to have fun with what ever substance they wanted. Damian laughed as Megan pulled the women to the dance floor, watching as the three of them, Gwynn, Megan and Miriam, danced together. His eyes followed them, a smile crossing his face as he watch Gwynn dance, she really was something else, her body moved in perfect rhythm, making anyone else who danced near her look like they had 2 left feet. Damian even took dance classes for the prom and formal just so he could kind of keep up with her, something he had never told her... or anyone on for that matter. If Benny ever got word of that, he could only imagine the ammunition that would provide him with.<br><br>After some time of watching, Damian put his arm around Jeremiah's shoulders, he picked up on the ''code'' Miriam had given for the weed, ''Let's go get some drinks and food and then we will come back for the ladies.'' Damian suggested, deciding to let the girls have some time to let their hair down, they had seen enough testosterone fuel entertainment from the previous party. Damian stepped onto the dance floor briefly, addressing all the ladies, ''We will be right back, going to get some beers and food for everyone and then we will sneak off.'' he said, giving them all a quick smile. <br><br>They left the dance floor, the sound of music filled the area, it was&nbsp; a much better place than the Cauldon house party that was for sure. Damian scooped up a couple of beer on their walk to the barn, handing one over to Jeremiah. ''How's everything going with you man? Have you spoken with Miriam about plans after all this partying is done?'' he asked, knowing how much Jeremiah had been worrying about that, putting off the talking for as long as he could. Damian cracked open the beer, taking a deep sip, the first alcoholic thing he had drunk all day and it was amazing, finally they could all let their hair down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 17:13:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong>Marco Benjamin Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236743#msg13236743)<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> On the Road &gt; Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Changing his game plan, refocusing his efforts, ending tonight on a good note<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Purple Haze (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJQjQTwf12U)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Megan, Gwynn, Damian, The Allen's,&nbsp; </span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://cdn01.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2016/05/jordan-panther.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>He couldn't have stayed at that party. Not after having such a good time all night, and watching that performance, and getting riled up like that, and hoping that Naomi's aggressive play as well as his toward her would at least get them a little closer tonight. But that ship had sailed, and his Hindenburg had crashed and burned the moment she stepped off to be alone with Jonas. Of course he wasn't upset or anything as she said it herself and he agreed. You could hook up with anyone you wanted to as long as they were with it; nothing wrong with that. It was one of the reasons he actually liked Naomi; her free spirit. There was only so much teasing and rejection a man could take in a single night though. <br><br>And after that whole sexually charged back and forth, and the thing with Benny; for her to just leave him high and dry was tantamount to letting a guy buy you drinks all night only to go find someone else when the lights come on. Plus, the male anatomy didn't like to be teased. He'd be sore in the morning if he didn't handle this. On top of it all though. Beyond his pride(of which he had much), beyond his blue balls...the worst part about it was that he considered Naomi a good friend. So to take it so far with him and leave him high and dry immediately after kinda stung.<br><br>&nbsp; So he'd left; said a few goodbyes to his friends who were there and left that situation in his rearview. He didn't need it on tonight of all nights, as said night was still young and he still had potential to salvage it...and possibly his pride too. A few texts later and he was headed to the Henderson's farm, and since he'd left so early he still had plenty of his own party favors in the trunk to keep this night smelling amazing and him riding high on kush clouds. He definitely needed the distraction. Aside from the music, the occasional crackling of embers tumbling from the cigar into the night, and his phone buzzing, there was silence. Marco didn't even talk out loud to himself like he usually did. He was just focused on the road, with his blunt in one hand and the other on the wheel.<br><br>-A little later-<br><br>The Henderson's farm came into sight, and he sighed in relief. Another shining beacon of hope in the darkness. Or in graduate terms, another party so the night won't suck completely! And suck it didn't. The party was in full swing, or close to it. The Henderson's were also a lot more chill, so basically as long as no one caused trouble and the cops didn't come...everything was fair game. He slowed down and turned off down the lane leading to the farm, and only stopped once he'd pulled up next to Damian's bike. Perfect spot to park, as he didn't have to worry about anyone dinging his car door.<br><br>&nbsp;This was his third party in a few hours, and since the last two had ended badly in different ways, he just wanted third time to be the charm. He sat in his car though for another few minutes after popping his trunk and pullng out the duffel. To keep his mind busy, and so his people here could enjoy some of that Platinum Girl Scout Cookies he'd scored, he sat there and rolled blunts for a bit to pass out like some sort of weed Santa Clause. He was finally satisfied when he had a group of five fatties (https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zWTIabxX1oU/hqdefault.jpg) that would burn forever, for the personal use of him and the people he knew best.<br><br>&nbsp;The stuff he'd rolled before, he'd probably hand out when the mood hit him. Weed made the world such a better place, so who was he not to share? But how high was he planning on getting tonight? Finally stepping out, he threw his hood on over his head and slid his glasses down to cover his blood red eyes. "Game time, Marco. Let's try to take it all 12 rounds tonight," he mumbled to himself in the vein of a half-assed pep talk. With nothing else he could think of to give him a reason to stay at his car, he just started walking toward the barn where everyone was. On the way, he bumped into Damian and Jeremiah. <br><br>"Yoooooo, what goes on here, gentlemen? And before you ask why I left the haunted house so early...<em>reasons</em>. I'll tell you guys later when my mood improves." Grinning at both, he held his arms wide before yanking Jeremiah into a quick hug, then Damian. Taking a step back, he looked at Jeremiah's outfit and snickered at his teammate. "Miriam buy that for you, bro? You look the the Proto-Hipster," he said with a giggle. "In all seriousness though, I bring gifts!" And then he opened the container and showed off the five huge cigars. He handed one to Damian, knowing that the whole group of them would probably smoke together soon. And that could be the first baton of the night to get passed in the session. <br><br>"You guys are gonna get so fucked up tonight, heheheh. But I'll be right back. Gonna hit the dance floor and see what's what." When he stepped inside the barn, he was assaulted with the heavy bass, but immediately starting bobbing his head to the music. This would be what he needed. He scoped out the scene and saw tons of people from school, but the trio of brunette, blond and brunette got his attention. There, standing out from the crowd like they were the main characters in a high school movie, a spotlight passed over Gwynn, Megan, and Miriam all at once. Squeezing his way through the crowd, he ended up right behind Megan. "Megan, Gwynn, Mrs. Allen(because everyone knew those two were married, it just wasn't official yet). You ladies all look stunning tonight. <em>Especially you</em>," he said in a hushed whisper by leaning down into Megan's ear. "And the guys are still outside with a gift I left for everybody when y'all wanna step outside. A leafy, green gift that keeps on giving," he said with a mischievous grin. So, how's the party?!"<br><br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 19:16:14</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Changing out of soaked, gray clothing to an Overwatch Cap (https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/2899bd37-e24f-46b8-a942-2ca7971fc925_1.a2a20f4603636e62a63cac640215c895.jpeg), Venom t-shirt (https://80stees.imgix.net/s/files/1/0384/0921/products/venom-sublimation-shirt.dsk.jpeg), and denim shorts<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool to Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A turmoil of moods<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Oliver, Mentioning Gwynn and Damian<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>Aaron almost didn't notice Oliver approaching, his eyes continuing to scan the now deflating party. In particular he was still keeping an eye out for Scott, Tristan and Ian, hoping desperately that they didn't manage to escape the wrath of Mrs. Caulton.<br><br>"Want a ride?" the nerd asked, causing Aaron to jump slightly. "I think I have a towel and bathrobe in my trunk, if you'd like to dry off and get warm?" Aaron's eyes scanned back to the departing crowd as Oliver scanned him over, and in that moment he noticed Gwynn hopping onto a bike with Damian. Tommy and Damian. Football stars. Guys with that masculine physique that Aaron completely lacked, and the talent to match the many that Gwynn possessed.<br><br>He supposed Benny was right about some things.<br><br>""Gretchen would have been better off not reacting to what you said," Oliver put forth. Aaron listened as he watched the motorcycle roll on by, Gwynn's arms wrapped around Damian's waist. "Do you think she would react poorly to an email with a handy website that provides tips for how to engage in safe and sanitary anal sex?&nbsp; Just, you know, in case she ever decides to try it again?"<br><br>"That sounds like a good idea," Aaron said, resting a hand on Oliver's shoulder as he finally dragged his eyes from the speeding bike. He then began to step towards Oliver's car, water still dripping onto the ground beneath him. "Wait... why do you have a towel and <em>bathrobe</em> in the trunk of your car?"<br><br><hr><br>Oliver had agreed to do Aaron the favor of taking him home to change, the towel and bathrobe preventing him from soaking the interior to his friend's car. Patiently the young man waited as Aaron did his best to sneak past his parents without them witnessing his sodden state, dropping his wet clothes into the laundry room after retrieving a new and fresh set. It was a good thing he kept a pair of his old, worn out sneakers. They were one step away from developing a hole in the toe, but they'd do until his newer pair dried out.<br><br>When Aaron viewed himself in the mirror, he <em>liked</em> how he looked. It wasn't necessarily stylish, but... well... he looked like Aaron. The problem was that this look was evidently that of someone that drew the ire of cooler, tougher guys and got easily looked over by wonderful, intelligent girls. Maybe it would have been better to just stay home at this point?<br><br>It was during this moping period that Aaron's phone beeped. Someone had tagged him in a Facebook post. Benny gloating about the awesome time he must have been having away from the cool kids? No. It was someone he barely knew, only acquaintances on Facebook really. Aaron's eyebrows rose as he saw the video, of him climbing out of the pool, asking that question to Scott, and then the chaos that ensued after. Suddenly Aaron's phone was lighting up with notifications. People tagging him as they all shared it alike, or commented on it, or posted on his Facebook wall. All of them cheering Aaron for standing up to Scott.<br><br>Fuck it. He put his phone on vibrate, shoved it into his pocket, and headed downstairs to hop back into the car with Oliver.<br><br>"Y'know what?" Aaron said with a smile on his face as they pulled up to the Henderson Farm. "Not only should you share that article with Gretchen, but you should post it on her Facebook wall." He paused as he began to climb out from the car. "Y'know, just in case she has any friends that would like the advice, too."<br><br>He stepped out of Oliver's car, overlooking the farm. He didn't know what he was going to do here, or if there'd be anyone he really knew. But Aaron did know that he was feeling a lot better for what happened at the Caulton's. Who knows? Maybe he'd actually be able to have a <em>conversation</em> with someone for a change.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 21:30:55</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME</strong>:Megan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bordeaux summer dress, high heeled sandals<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Henderson Farm, Barn <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dancing <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn, Miriam, Marco [Mentioning Aaron]<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Freedom (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFDzYPh-GXk)<br><br><hr><br>She was looking over at Miriam and Jeremiah when the former passed on an imaginary joint to Gwynn. No way she was going to try that, for the gazillion time, geezus Miriam, you spend too much time with that weeb and got your brain fried. And sure as hell she won’t let Gywnn come near that stuff, either. Megan was anything but prudish, yet getting stoned was on her permanent ban list. Anything that risked in showing off one’s less appealing&nbsp; side was on her personal Death Note. ‘That’s not what it means.’ Curtis told her more than once, but meh, who gives a fudge? Death Note, Black List, all the same. Instead she dragged her girls to the barn and took the dance floor as if she owned it, this time dancing right to the rhythm, the three of them looking like pro dancers out for some fun. <br><br>''Let's go get some drinks and food and then we will come back for the ladies.'' Damian said to Jeremiah, suggesting they all sneak off when they return. As if.<br><br>“Shyah. Not leaving the dance floor ‘till I’m burned out, food can wait.” Megan practically screamed into Gwynn’s ear, the music too loud for normal conversations.<br><br>&nbsp;“And if you’d think for once with that other brain, you’d sneak off with Damian alooo-ne.” She went on placing her hand on the blondie’s shoulder and swaying her hips really close to her body. Ever since the Zoe incident she felt like she has to restrain these kind of things around Gwynn not to spark any unwanted rumors, though it was all innocent, girl fun. Tonight, she won’t care about that anymore, tonight it was all over. No freak bitches, no unwanted drama, just “FREEEDOM!” she screamed with the chorus, lifting her hands up in the air and letting her legs take control of the dance.&nbsp; <br><br>“Come on, Curtis, put that down and move your ass for once.” She winked, the subtle reference not lost on the young photographer who was taking shots of the jocks giving it their all on the dancefloor, totally immersed in the scene himself. <br><br>Swaying her rear, she bumped into Marco who just came in approaching the trio with nothing but words of admiration...and a mind filled with all the wrong deeds. Well, he also came bearing gifts, though not the kind Megan was into. <br><br>“If it isn’t the Fresh Prince of Swag himself!” Megan said returning his compliment, giving him a little brush with her curves, completely oblivious of the state Naomi left him in. “You’re the freaking hero of the night. You and Aaron.” She said switching to the rhythm of the &nbsp;new song playing on (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wuFt7gNArM). Finally a song she could take it slow to and be able to talk without damaging her vocal chords. <br><br>“Where you disappeared to right after?”she asked as Curtis took a shot of them, catching Marco’s body dangerously close to her and winked back. Megan knew it wasn’t actually aimed for her and smiled. Someone else was getting bolder that night. <br><br>She wiggled her index finger, mimicking “nooo” to Curtis with her lips, then spread her hands to the sides, in a gesture that meant “I caught a fish this big”, while still dancing. Megan was pretty sure that the short wordless exchange between them wasn’t caught by Marco’s eyes, still probably blinded by the flash. She was in quite the humorous mood, the last thing on her mind was the gym addict’s ‘swag’, but even she had wondered sometimes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 00:20:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence | Backyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Intense nerding, social obliviousness and talk of anal sex.<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaron | Open<br><hr><br>On the drive to Aaron's house, Oliver explained that the towel and bathrobe were from a convention he'd attended the weekend before, dressed as Arthur Dent.&nbsp; It had gotten warm, and he'd tired of dragging the items around with him, so he'd tossed them in the trunk of his car.&nbsp; Of course, that had resulted in everyone assuming he was cosplaying as Harry Potter in his pajamas.&nbsp; He couldn't fault them for it, really, since he <em>did</em> come off quite Potter-like when he affected a British accent.&nbsp; Certainly far more Potter than Dent without his props.<br><br>He waited in his car as Aaron changed, carefully weeding through some of the research he'd previously done on all matters sexual in nature, looking for the website he'd curated about anal sex.&nbsp; The notifications on his phone proved a distraction in his search, so he turned them off early on, then returned to scanning through the bookmarked pages on his iPhone's browser.&nbsp; He'd managed to find it, and a couple of other related sites and articles he'd saved by the time Aaron returned.<br><br>"Oh, that's a brilliant idea.&nbsp; The sexual education provided in our school is utterly abysmal.&nbsp; There is a wealth of information that our health teacher either got incorrect, or simply didn't tell us.&nbsp; It's a good thing I'm such a dedicated auto-didact, or I would have no <em>idea</em> what to do the first time I have sex with a girl.&nbsp; Or a boy.&nbsp; I'm unsure where I fall on the Kinsey scale, but since the idea of homosexual sex doesn't offend me and I can objectively appreciate the attractiveness of males with the same sense of curiosity as females, I imagine I fall somewhere in the middle.&nbsp; Still, having never experienced anything physically intimate with either sex, I can't make an informed evaluation."<br><br>He paused, realizing he'd veered off-track and steered his thought processes back to the topic at hand.&nbsp; "What I mean to say is, if our health teacher is so inept as to leave us with far more questions than answers when it comes to sex education, then I am more than happy to lend my tutelage to our classmates.&nbsp; Clearly it's needed, even if all I can offer is research and no hands-on experience."<br><br>He climbed out of the car after parking with the others near the barn, and removed his phone to pull up Gretchen's Facebook page.<br><br><em><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Gretchen, after hearing of your unfortunate incident during the kerfuffle at Hank's party, I thought you and your friends might benefit from some research I've done in the past.&nbsp; If you have any questions, feel free to contact me!<br><br>Safe Anal Sex (http://www.everydayhealth.com/sexual-health/safe-anal-sex.aspx)<br>Anal Sex Tips for Women (https://www.bustle.com/articles/64999-14-anal-sex-tips-for-women-because-you-need-to-prepare-if-you-want-to-have)(I have my doubts about the science, if any, behind this article, but it is written specifically for females, so I have no way to know if the methods or practices are sound.&nbsp; Please be aware of this before following their advice.)<br>Anal Toys on Adam &amp; Eve (http://www.adameve.com/adult-sex-toys/anal-sex-toys/butt-plugs-c-1054.aspx?&amp;sc=SEMGLANA&amp;cm_mmc=GGL-_-Stimulators_US_NB_Google_Exact-_-Anal_Plugs_Exact-_-anal%20plugs+Exact&amp;productid=&amp;gclid=Cj0KEQjw6-PJBRCO_br1qoOB4LABEiQAEkqcVfq7hSClaN_6K7gt20x5Xru7bd8jhNXMwBQIV6UWRTsaAgWm8P8HAQ)(From what I understand, the use of these items can provide a safe and healthy way of preparing yourself for anal sex with a partner, or simply provide the stimulation that anal sex provides if one doesn't have a partner.&nbsp; The website has a user review feature, as well, which seems useful for a product which, I hope, has a 'No Returns' policy in place.)<br><br>Oliver</span></em><br><br>He read through his post, once he'd added it to Gretchen's Facebook wall, then tucked his phone into his pocket with a smile.&nbsp; He hoped the sites would prove useful, even if he had serious doubts about the second one.&nbsp; Looking up, he locked the Kia with his key fob and headed toward the mass of people, glancing at Aaron.<br><br>"I haven't played Pandemic in a long time.&nbsp; In fact, we should play Reign of Cthulhu.&nbsp; I'm dubious about this sudden Elder Gods trend, as I was about the zombie trend and the vampire one prior to it, but I've heard good things."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 05:31:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool&nbsp; -&gt; Damian's Bike -&gt; Arrival at Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dancing, and Philosophizing, mention of alcohol and marijuana<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Megan, Miriam, Tommy, Damian, Jeremiah, Marco, Open<br><hr>Gwynn was somewhat hungry, and thirsty, but the siren call of the dance floor was too captivating to ignore, and without a second thought, she was out there, in front of the DJ, moving to the music, amidst some of her closest friends, Megan and Miriam.&nbsp; Lost in the arms of her first love.&nbsp; Her body moved without much thought, and her mind drifted.<br><br>She loved to dance.&nbsp; Her earliest memories involved dance in some form; whether standing on her father's shoes and dancing a simple two-step with him, or creating her own spastic moves to a children's song in the awkward carefree fashion of a toddler.&nbsp; Her mother claimed she had natural rhythm, but even if she had not, she'd been enrolled in dance since preschool.&nbsp; Ever since, she'd trained; jazz classes, ballet, modern, Horton and Graham, even tap for a few months.&nbsp; When she and Roxy began to hangout, Gwynn had even insisted that she learn bachata, which led to salsa, and even swing.&nbsp; She'd done anything and everything to perfect and master her technique, and to round her out as a good dancer.&nbsp; She'd even joined the cheer squad in order to stay in shape, and because it was the only way to dance at her high school.<br><br>It hadn't been enough.&nbsp; The school she'd had her heart set upon since her parents had first taken her to see real live professional ballerinas; it didn't want her.&nbsp; Not this year, at least.&nbsp; Maybe not next year, either.&nbsp; Even if it did, Juilliard didn't take transfer credits.&nbsp; She'd have to start all over.&nbsp; An entire year of college flushed away simply because she wanted to go to an institute that only took twelve new girls a year.&nbsp; <br><br>It was ridiculous.&nbsp; It wasn't like Ailey/Fordham was cheap.&nbsp; It was prestigious.&nbsp; One of the best in the world.&nbsp; It had its own company, and the school would make her a better well-rounded dancer.&nbsp; It would even provide her with the tools she would need when she turned thirty-something and her career ended.<br><br>Did it make any sense to continue to follow a dream?&nbsp; Does the school matter that much?&nbsp; Should she just be happy with what she's already achieved, and focus on the next step?<br><br>Miriam brought her back to the here-and-now with a gesture that Gwynn didn't completely understand, at first.&nbsp; She gave her friend a questioning look.&nbsp; <strong>"Is what good?"</strong> she asked as she tried to remember what all Miriam had just done.&nbsp; Green eyes focused on her friend's empty hand, though, its fingers were curled and pinched together like she was holding something.&nbsp; A cigarette?&nbsp; No, that was generally held between the index and middle finger.&nbsp; This was like... a joint?<br><br>Gwynn laughed at herself.&nbsp; <em>Duh, hello Megan,</em> she thought, with the voice of her favorite white martian.&nbsp; She stopped dancing, and looked between Miriam, Jeremiah, Megan, and Damian, and registered their seeming approval, or disapproval, to the idea.&nbsp; Three out of four wasn't so bad.&nbsp; Leanne had gotten her high, for the first time, just a few months ago, in February, when Gwynn had returned from her Juilliard audition.&nbsp; It had been kind of silly, but unarguably fun, and had helped her shake off the overwhelming disappointment.<br><br>She glanced at the imaginary blunt from the corner of her eye, and pondered thoughtfully.&nbsp; It was graduation night.&nbsp; They were celebrating the culmination of four years of work, remembering the good and bad, the triumphs and the sorrows, and taking their first steps onto the rest of their lives.&nbsp; One little joint wouldn't hurt.<br><br><strong>"Umm, yeah.&nbsp; Okay,"</strong> she told her sister-from-another-mister.&nbsp; Her eyes then drifted to Miriam's and bounced to Jeremiah's.&nbsp; That meant they had to leave the dance floor, right?&nbsp; Even as permissive as the Henderson's tended to be, she doubted they wanted people smoking inside their barn.<br><br>As if to confirm her unspoken question, Damian stepped onto the dance floor - she was going to have to drag his ass out here later, where she could grind up on that, and let his hands roam freely over her body - and told her, and the other girls, that he and Jeremiah were going to get food, beers, and then they'd sneak off.<br><br>A brief glance was given to her girlfriends before she shrugged, <strong>"oh, okay.&nbsp; See you soon."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled at him.&nbsp; He was so thoughtful, and caring, and just made her knees wanna buckle.<br><br>Not long after the guys left, one returned.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey Marco,"</strong> she said with a wide smile.&nbsp; Finally, a guy willing to get his groove on.&nbsp; Her smile widened at his compliment, <strong>"thanks.&nbsp; How was the other party?&nbsp; Is Roxy with you?"</strong> she asked curiously.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered if they were going to head back to the vehicles.&nbsp; If they did, she could dig her purse out of Jeremiah's car and get her cellphone.&nbsp; She had to admit that she felt both liberated and completely naked without it, but, minus Roxy and Leanne, she was with everyone she wanted to be with this evening, and she didn't really give two figs if anyone else was trying to get a hold of her.<br><br><strong>"Would someone mind texting her?&nbsp; Tell her to get her ass over here."</strong>&nbsp; She said with a teasing, yet half-serious, tone.<br><br>It seemed Marco was on the same wavelength as Miriam.&nbsp; It was kind of ironic; these superficial categories and unseen lines in the sand, which had somehow formed over the last twelve years.&nbsp; Jocks and preppies, nerds and losers.&nbsp; The whole classification system was flawed.&nbsp; How many of them floated somewhere in between?&nbsp; For instance, Specimen A: Marco.&nbsp; Just because he was extremely athletic, in peak physical shape, and hell'a gorgeous, didn't mean he didn't smoke as much pot as the biggest pothead.&nbsp; The only difference was that Marco had other interests, natural talent, and a drive that the average stoner lost along the way.&nbsp; Hell, how many of her friends smoked on a regular basis?&nbsp; How many slacked off and did dumb shit?&nbsp; Why was it those actions could define others, but not them?&nbsp; It all boiled down to perception, and to buying in to all the bullshit and hype.&nbsp; Kids like Benny could've done more, been more, if they cared.&nbsp; And people like Aaron should be right here, with her and her friends, if he could've ever gotten out of his own way.&nbsp; It was sad, and frustrating, and, she guessed, just part of being a teenager.&nbsp; For the briefest of moments, she wondered what it'd be like to come home next summer, if she came home.&nbsp; How many people, by then, would have shattered the facade of high school?&nbsp; How many would grow out of the mold they'd poured for themselves and actually resemble people, and not the simple stereotype they'd defined themselves with?&nbsp; How many would be stuck in the same old rut, unable to escape, incapable of freedom.<br><br>God, she needed to go find Oliver.&nbsp; He was likely to be the one person who could answer it all.<br><br>She watched Megan and Marco pair off without thinking much about it.&nbsp; She'd taken a step closer, in an attempt to make Marco feel accepted and included in their little group.&nbsp; Then, stepped back when she noted how very close he and Megan began to dance.&nbsp; A wry smile touched her lips as she paired off with Miriam.&nbsp; Once within the same sphere as the other former cheerleader, Gwynn shot her friend an amused smile, and a "well-let's-see-where-this-goes" look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ana 1360</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 07:14:44</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Your Character Name<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White T Shirt, Levis <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Front Porch of Caulton Residence, driving towards Henderson Farm.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Resigned, Surprised.<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jenna, Gwynn, Roxanne, Damian, Leanne, NPC Gretchen Bullworth<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div> Having told them he would catch up with them at Henderson's, Tommy watched wistfully as Damian hurtled the KTM 250 down the Caulton's long driveway, Gwynn's pink sundress floating about her waist with each acceleration of the motorbike.<br><br>Tommy returned to the mission that had been interrupted by the pandemonium at the pool, locating his missing car keys. Thinking to trace his steps he made his way towards the large sliders which surrounded the patio, only to find Mrs. Caulton lecturing Hank's younger sister and her girlfriends about the perils of underage drinking. Better to circumvent that lesson he thought, and he started on the path around the side of the house to get to the front yard and driveway where the Subaru was parked. <br><br>Approaching the driveway he caught sight of Gretchen towel drying her hair on the front porch. She was sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her dressed in a Greenfield's Cheerleader Hoodie and matching cheer sweats borrowed from Hank's sister, a junior varsity cheerleader who had a good shot of making the varsity in the fall.<br><br>Gretchen looked up when she heard Tommy's footsteps on the long winding walkway. "Looking for these?" She yelled as she twirled a set of keys on her index finger. " I thought I lost them out front here", he hollered back as he approached her, and sat down beside her on the porch. " I think you dropped them when you pinched my butt Tom, ..that hurt you know..&nbsp; you left a bruise ....thanks ....", she said. Embarrassed Tommy said " I'm sorry Gretchen I was trying to get a rise out of Vinnie". Gretchen then said " Well next time you want to get a rise out of somebody could you not include my ass in your plans?....Thanks." <br><br>"Whats with the hard on for Vincent anyway Tom?" Gretchen asked. " I think he had something to do with the posting all over of&nbsp; that&nbsp; 'dine on the vine' video that was made of Jenna Smith" Tommy responded. "Who the fuck is Jenna Smith" Gretchen said. Tommy stretched his legs out in front of him and placed his big arms behind him and leaned back. Gretchen pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs to guard against the cooling night air. " " She is the little brunette, really quiet, parents totally god squad, Father is a real asshole, she lives in the trailer park." Tommy said.&nbsp; " Oh the artist, likes to draw comics, she won the art contest last year." Gretchen answered. Just then Gretchen's phone chirped. Looking at the screen she sighed. " My social media is blowing up with anal sex tips." She said with a frown. Tommy laughed. She then her phone back in the hoodie pocket. <br><br>They both looked out onto the vast darkness of the front yard watching the slow trickle of red tail lights as there fellow graduates left the Caulton's for points unknown. <br><br>" Oh I remember that video" Gretchen yelled. "That was some nasty stuff ...that little thing bobbing up and down ....saliva all over the place....poor kid nobody deserves to have something like that going public.. look at me ..&nbsp; now I understand how she must have felt..&nbsp; &nbsp;well....&nbsp; News flash Einstein ...that was all Scott Peters"&nbsp; Gretchen said. " Scott Peters ?" Tommy answered. "Yeah..&nbsp; he dated her with the sole purpose of making that video.... the twins helped Peters tweet that clip out getting it all over ..&nbsp; Vincent is innocent Tom". Gretchen said.&nbsp; "I owe him an apology then" Tommy said.<br><br>"What are you doing out here anyway?" Tommy asked. " Waiting for my old man to pick me up." Gretchen answererd. " Where's Kelligrew?' Tommy asked. " Got scared off by my sudden celebrity" Gretchen answered. " Oh sorry" Tommy said. " Good riddance his dick was smaller then Scott's." Gretchen said. " Rumor has it that you don't suffer from that disability Thomas." Gretchen cooed, " girls talk" she said and with that she gently but firmly grabbed Tommy's crotch.&nbsp; " I can see we have no Irish curse here Mr. Mulvaney, ...wow ...&nbsp; " Gretchen smiled. Tommy laughed. "I think I am going to change my orders for you from earlier Tommy..&nbsp; &nbsp;how bout I get a <strong>'RISE'</strong> out of you and then,,,&nbsp; you make a plan for my ass..&nbsp; " Gretchen said.&nbsp; They both laughed. Gretchen left her hand to linger a little too long and Tommy gently picked it up and placed on her folded knee. <br><br>Gretchen pouted and they both stared straight ahead silently for several minutes. Just as Tommy made a move to get up Gretchen poked a long fingernail into his chest. " Know what your problem is Tommy" she said. Your carrying a torch for too many ladies in that big, delicate, mushy, sentimental heart of yours" she said as she circled her fingernail around his chest. " The biggest flame burns for the lovely Gwynn Cameron, miss goody two shoes ballerina..&nbsp; that's common knowledge Thomas..&nbsp; and you can't hide behind <em>'friendship' </em>the blaze that burns for our sexy student council president... she loves to tease you ..and you follow like a love sick puppy."&nbsp; Gretchen said. Tommy lowered his head. " Thats already to much for that mushy ole' heart" Gretchen giggled.&nbsp; "&nbsp; But theres more .. there is a flickering candle in here" she said as she squeezed Tommy's pectoral muscle. " for the very definition of '<em>fine'</em>&nbsp; Miss Leanne Abernathy."&nbsp; Tommy's head shot back up&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh c'mon Tommy, Vincent's&nbsp; cousin Anthony bounces at the same two clubs you do ...&nbsp; he just happens to work the nights that your home babysitting your sister.&nbsp; I guess bouncer's talk too "&nbsp; Gretchen laughed.&nbsp; Tommy started to run his hand through his hair something he did when he was nervous.<br><br>Just then Gretchen's father pulled up and waited down at the bottom of the driveway. " Here is the kicker '' Gretchen said as she stood up placing both hands on Tommy's massive shoulders.. and leaning into his ear..&nbsp; whispered " The very definition of <strong>bromance</strong> in Webster's .Tommy is a picture of you and Damian Clarke..&nbsp; oh sure your bro is and always will be&nbsp; Marco.. ever since you were little boys ..&nbsp; but you have spent more time these last two years&nbsp; with Damian ..your wide receiver. with cute Australian accent.&nbsp; somethin's gotta give&nbsp; Tommy Mulvaney and it's looking more and more like your big and generous ,&nbsp; but all to fragile heart .."&nbsp; Gretchen&nbsp; leap frogged over the Quarterback and laughing ran down the driveway to her waiting Father.<br><br>Just then the front door opened and Mr. Caulton spilled onto the porch. "Thomas what are you doing out here come inside and tell me all about Clemson" he said.&nbsp; "&nbsp; &nbsp;FUCK&nbsp; "&nbsp; &nbsp;Tommy thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 10:23:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong>Marco Benjamin Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236743#msg13236743)<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> On the Road &gt; Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Changing his game plan, refocusing his efforts, ending tonight on a good note<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Purple Haze (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJQjQTwf12U)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Megan, Gwynn, Damian, The Allen's,&nbsp; </span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://cdn01.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2016/05/jordan-panther.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>"Checked out that "Haunted House" party at Old Lady Margaery's. Naomi's band was playing. It was okay, but I figured I'd explore my options before I let one party tie me down. But uhhhh, Roxy and Leanne were still there when I left. Thankfully, so was Benny." Megan accidentally backed into him, and what a happy accident it was. Happy enough that she got his full attention without much trouble at all.&nbsp; He smiled down at the beauty separated from him by inches and clothing, licking his lips and taking her all in. Her Fresh Prince comment got him to chuckle and he shrugged his shoulders with hands in his pockets. "Well this Prince is in the market for a Princess, even if it is only for one night...interested?" He "brushed" right back against her as he asked. <br><br>Tonight was a celebration; no reason to play it safe. Caution to the wind was the only way to go now. And if she was oblivious before, she certainly wasn't now. He incredulously raised an eyebrow when she told him he and Aaron were the stars of the show for their stunt with Scott earlier. "Don't forget Oliver. He takes Bronze at the least." <br><br>While they were getting closer, Curtis came through on another round of photo ops. This time he caught Marco and Megan in a few, and the Linebacker smiled for each one, even as he and Megan stayed nearly attached to one another. "So?", Marco cooed in her ear in a sing-song tune in the style of the next song. "You wanna do me the honor of bein' my dance partner and tearin' it up with me?" He half-hoped, half knew she was going to say yes.<br><br>They were already dancing; this would just make it official in that cheesy, this is the type of flirty thing you ask sort of way. And once she did, the real fun could begin. They could take advantage of the fact that they were young, and wild, and free, and graduated, and tonight could do whatever the fuck they wanted. They could dance all over the barn. Find a rave if they wanted. Whatever. Right now though, he definitely wouldn't mind getting to know the sculpture molded from clay and given life that was Megan a little better. And dancing was said to reveal the truth about a person.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 13:48:50</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Clarke<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson Farm Barn to The Fields Sneaking Away<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Finding food, alcohol and weed. Time to properly party with some socialising.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> What ever is in the background<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn, Miriam, Marco and Jeremiah&nbsp; Mention of Megan and message to Tommy<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div> Damian and Jeremiah worked their way around the party, what a difference this one was to the first party. People actually looked like they were having fun here, getting a chance to really let their hair down and enjoy what he thought to be the end of an era. This was really the first time Damian was thinking of it like that. He glanced across to Jeremiah, his eyes now in deep thought, as he gave him a smile. What would become of them all. Would Damian stay really close friends with Tommy, Jeremiah and Marco or would they just slip away to becoming acquaintances then just nothing, a part of history. It honestly saddened him a little how cruel life could be and Damian knew that better than most. He had met the best people of his life, often losing contact when he moved over and over again, having to start fresh. This was different though, these were not just friends, these were some of the closest people anyone could ask for, closer than brothers. They always had your back and if anything ever troubled you, they would be there in a second.<br><br>Damian was snapped out of his musing though by the sudden appearance of Marco, surprised to see him here. Damian knew the feelings Marco had for Naomi, the spell she had over him. A spell not many could actually have on Marco. He was a serious ladies man but she seemed to be the one who could, if she wanted, settle his ladies man ways and settle him. It seemed stupid to think that though since neither of them would actually admit to wanting to settle down with each other. It was amazing how the fear of seeming weak would ruin your chance of happiness. Damian grinned towards Marco, he knew there must have been a reason he was back so soon, <strong>''Fuck man, what you doing back here? Were you cock blocked or something?''</strong> Damian asked with a laugh, teasing Marco but knew better than to keep going, a once off jibe was ok but to keep going would just hurt him. Damian watched as the cigar sized blunt was pulled out, handed over to him, Damian's grin widening as he took the gift, <strong>Oh I see, a peace offer to forget about it all is it? Ok I won't ask anything and admit that you are the man.''</strong> he said with another laugh, slipping the blunt into his pocket, it would be the perfect one to warm them up before getting into Jeremiah's good shit.<br><br>He watched as Marco moved with purpose, moving through the crowd, a walk that Damian knew all too well, Marco was on a mission to get laid, his blue balls would need some massaging that was for sure. Damian just let out a laugh, shaking his head. It was never his kind of game, going for any of the beautiful woman around, but he had to admit, Marco had game, he was smooth and damn hot even if he had to admit to himself. Something he would never tell Marco though, it would go to his head and Marco would tease him for months about admitting that, probably even kissing him on the cheek hello every time they saw each other.<br><br><strong>''Ok, back to our mission then Jeremiah, food and drinks, then we can sneak away. Any idea where Tommy is? It seems too quiet round here without him, Ill drop him a message.''</strong>. The two of them walked together, sipping on the first beers they took which never really lasted that long and soon found themselves by the alcohol and snack table. Damian took out his phone, dropping a message to Tommy, <strong>''Hey man, where you? The Henderson Farm is calling you. They even have beer unlike that awesome Caulton party.''</strong>. Damian looked through the drinks, grabbing a few beers and shoving them in his pockets, at least it was a start, then grabbing a couple drinks he knew Gwynn would enjoy. Next it was time to raid the food, he picked up a couple backs of crisps, handing some over to Jeremiah to carry. <br><strong>I think that will sort out the munchies and beer cravings for now. Let's head over to the dance floor and get the ladies.''</strong> he said, his pockets now full and he also had stuff in his hands, it looked like he was going to have his own party.<br><br>Shit, I look like a typical stoned now, taking food and drinks from a party where its all provided to skulk away and smoke, I should be at the haunted house he thought to himself with an small chuckle, one Jeremiah could probably have heard and thought Damian was losing it already. It didn't take Damian long to find the ladies, Gwynn's beautiful blonde hair stood out from a mile away, glowing brightly in the dancefloor lights, her body still moving with such rhythm, seductively putting all that watched into a trance. Damian then saw the interactions between Marco and Megan, seeing him pose for the camera and then giving more and more body contact towards her. <strong>''You little horn dog you.''</strong> Damian muttered with a laugh.<br><br>Damian and Jeremiah came up to the ladies on the dance floor, he gently put his arm around Gwynn from behind, swaying his hips immediately in tandem with hers,<strong> ''I found us some snacks and got you some drinks.''</strong> he said softly into her ear, his body just gently pressing against the back of hers, it wasn't a full on bump and grind they were doing, more a romantic hold of her as they moved to the music. He could smell her perfume from her neck as he spoke into her ear, he loved it, she always smelt amazing, a smell that always lingered in his nose for hours. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination that kept the smell so fresh or if it was just a hypnotic smell he loved. Damian looked up from Gwynn's neck, looking up to Miriam, <strong>''You ladies ready to get the party started? Marco gave us a little present to get started too.''</strong> Damian said, quickly slipping his hand into his pocket between Gwynn and himself, giving everyone a quick glance of the cigar size blunt before putting it away, his face was grinning, a look of a naughty school boy who knew he was up to no good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 21:25:45</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME</strong>:Megan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bordeaux summer dress, high heeled sandals<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Henderson Farm, Barn <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dancing <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco, Gwynn, Jeremiah, Damian, Miriam [mentioning Roxy] <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> This is what you came for (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOkQ4T5WO9E)<br><br><hr><br><br>“Thankfully?” Megan raised her eyebrow. What was <em>ever</em> so thankful about Benny? Aside from the drumming sessions he uploaded on Youtube, those were pretty impressive. But if music was the theme of the night, then Marco was well into that himself. No wonder he got the moves and the rhythm in his blood. Yet, that was the extent of her ‘Marco knowledge’ apart from the stories Roxy had told her, mostly concerning gym stuff and basketball. Boooring. His proposition however wasn’t half bad at all. What better way to start the night (or end it) than with a little ‘incentive’? Only problem was, Megan didn’t do one night stands. Yeah, she had more boyfriends than she bothered to count, but they were <em>boyfriends</em>...even if for just a week or two. Never was the kind to go steady either, leave that to the ‘kiddies’ and the likes of Miriam – Megan had always hoped it was just a “phase” for her. So was she interested or not? <em>“To be or not to be: that is the question.”</em><br><br>&nbsp;Strange that she never looked at Marco in that way before. He had it all: the body, the moves, that winning charm. Sure he was a player, but so was she. Probably that was the problem. Megan was used to breaking hearts and dumping guys over the smallest, dumbest things. Some decided to end it with her after their little imagination bubbles burst when discovering that she was exactly as she presented herself. There were no “deep waters” underneath that flashy smile, just a ton of ambition and party-girl habits. Hard work was her only redeeming quality. <br><br>She leaned her back against him with her hips still swaying to the beat and slowly grabbed his hand, bringing it over to her waistline, reaching for the back of his neck with her own. <br><br>“I’ll be your dance partner, Benjamin.” She said coyly. “And we can do it all night long.” <br><br>It didn’t take long for Damian and Jeremiah to join them on the dance floor, the former coming really close to Gwynn much to her satisfaction. There wasn’t anyone good enough for her friend in Megan’s opinion, except for Damian. Her smile vanished however when she spotted the cigar. Present from Marco, huh? It basically turned to five against one now and she just might as well go with it. <br><br>“Who’s texting Roxy then?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ana 1360</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 01:14:21</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Tommy Mulvaney<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tee Shirt, Levis, Timberlands<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late Night getting close to midnight<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heading towards Henderson's, FINALLY!!!!<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Optimistic<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, brief mention of Leanne<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div>.....<em>continuation of Tommy 's last post...</em> " and another thing Tom, I am very proud of the way you comported yourself out there. You showed real restraint. You have always been a polite young man and now you are showing some real maturity. You know it was not to long ago that you would be the one sitting in the back of a Greenfield's&nbsp; police cruiser when things boiled over like they did out back" Mr. Caulton said. They were both standing in the Caulton's spacious living room which was probably about the size of Tommy's entire house, Tommy thought.&nbsp; " Thanks Mr. Caulton, I really can't take all the credit, Gw.....". Just then Tommy's phone pinged. <em><strong> ''Hey man, where you? The Henderson Farm is calling you. They even have beer unlike that awesome Caulton party.''</strong></em> Damian's text read. "Mr. Caulton I gotta go." Tommy said. " Yes....yes.. I understand Tom, Mrs. Caulton and I realize that this is not the last stop for you kids. I actually cut quite a figure in high school Tom", Mr Caulton said proudly. " Really??? .no shit??"&nbsp; Tommy silently thought to himself with a smile. <br><br>Mr. Caulton walked Tommy to the front door as he attempted to place a fatherly arm over Tommy's shoulder which was a bit awkward as Tommy stood almost 6 inches taller then Hank's dad. " I am sorry about the knee Tom. I was unaware. You know the world needs diesel mechanics just as much as they need ACC Quarterbacks." Mr. Caulton said in a vain attempt to make himself feel better. Tommy looked at him pondering the bizarre logic. Mr. Caulton opened the front door, " listen would you keep an eye out for Hank I know he's planning an escape once Mrs. Caulton retires to her bedroom,&nbsp; sometimes just being able to mention that he's&nbsp; acquainted with you can get a guy out of jam." Mr. carlton said.&nbsp; " If I see him I will make sure he's doing ok" Tommy responded. With that he bolted for his Subaru.<br><br>Breaking all speed limits Tommy stealthy approached his house with his headlights off. He quietly opened his father's tool shed and removed his fathers Ozark Trail 8 person tent and grabbed a bunch of sleeping bags. Jamming the gear into the trunk and backseat he made his way to the Henderson Farm.<br><br>The Mulvaney's knew the Henderson's about as well as one family can know another. Tommy's brother Sean played football with Marcus. Tommy could not remember a time growing up when there was not a Henderson brother eating at the Mulvaney dinner table and vice a versa. Mrs. Henderson was very good to Tommy when Sean was killed, letting him bunk in the Henderson's basement for about two months, making sure he got three squares, and made it to school each morning.<br><br>Tommy could see the flickering flames of the bonfire above the treeline as he exited Glenn's Hills Greenfield's Road (County Road 527), and started on the dirt road that would lead to the barn. He knew where most of the cars would be parked and made his way across the open field in that direction. <br><br>Locating a open spot his headlights centered on a Lime Green Late Model VW Beetle. " Shit! " he said when he saw the <strong>"Save Tibet" </strong> bumper sticker. He pulled into the next open spot. He was turning off the ignition when loud squealing invaded his ears from the passenger window. " TOMMY!!!!!" one voice said. " YAY !!!"&nbsp; I told you he would show up", said the other.<br>&nbsp;<br>The voices belonged to "Punk" Rodriguez, and Chelsea Crosby. Tommy still did not know why her girlfriends called her that. Punk was the owner of the VW Bug, and Chelsea was her BFF, partner in crime, basically Tonto to her Lone Ranger.&nbsp; Both girls were in their third semesters at Glenn's Hills Community College. More significantly both were featured dancer's at the "G SPOT" a gentlemen's club with a tawdry reputation located out on 527. Tommy checked I.D.s there the second Saturday of every month. Punk was a diminutive hispanic beauty with the most angelic and innocent of faces and exaggerated curves in all the right places. She wore her long straight jet black hair well past her butt. Chelsea was a tall blonde with never ending legs. Both had tattoo's that could only be seen if you happened to catch a completed&nbsp; performance of their's. Tommy had seen all their tattoo's.<br><br>"Ladies", Tommy sighed, reluctantly acknowledging their presence. " We need an escort!" Punk said. "We don't know anybody here", Chelsea added. "Girls this is my Graduation Night you realize that right?" Tommy said getting out of the WRX.&nbsp; " Were well aware of that Tom, didn't you hear us screaming when you picked up your diploma ?" Chelsea said.&nbsp; " How could I miss that" Tommy laughed. He looked at his coworkers and slowly shook his head. Both girls were dressed in denim skirts. Punk was wearing a pink 'G Spot' sweatshirt, and wedge sandals to give her some added lift. Chelsea was in flip flops and wearing her signature straw cowboy hat and a white peasant blouse. <br><br>"Girls these are my best friends, people I will not see after the summer ends" Tommy pleaded. " We promise we won't CLAM JAM you Tommy!!" Punk assured him her gum popping in her mouth. " You won't even know were here, we will just be hanging in the periphery, like on the outskirts " Chelsea added. Tommy laughed out loud at that, and staring at Chelsea said, "Impossible".<br><br>The trio made their way to the barn. Tommy knew when he saw the VW he was never going to shake these two.&nbsp; Coworkers who had become close friends. Tommy took out his phone and began to text Damian:<strong>''Hey man, where you?&nbsp; I have ARRIVED!!!"</strong> Walking behind him, Punk struggling to keep up in the tall grass, both girls giggling. Chelsea had her face buried in her phone.&nbsp; Punk yelled out to Tommy, " Is Leanne here?" .. " Yeah is Leanne here?" Chelsea added. " I got here after you guys how the hell would I know that? Tommy said shaking his head. <br><br>"Any cuties like you in your graduating class Tommy?" Punk asked. Tommy turned abruptly, both girls stopped dead in their tracks their mouths open. Each knew to&nbsp; pay attention when Tommy was serious like this, it was a cardinal rule at the Spot where things could turn from bad to ugly in the blink of an eye. "Ladies I want a promise from you right now or I'm sending you both packing!" Tommy said assertively. "There will be no flirting with any of my classmates.. check that ..there will be no macking, no chirpse, with anybody!!!"&nbsp; Tommy said. "Im serious girls you won't have clue who's dating who..the guys are already frisky and applesaucy.. you will not start World war III here.. GOT IT!!" Tommy commanded. "Promise Tommy" Punk answered, thinking maybe Plomise but then again not really she thought. "Pinky swear" Chelsea added.<br><br>"There was no telling where tonight was gonna go now" he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 19:00:44</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jeremiah Allen <br><strong>WEARING:</strong>Some preppy clothes he got from Miriam as a gift (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/31daf95a6ec3051460a67eadfcc0ef28.jpg) <br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hanging with the bros.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> High By The Beach - Lana Del Rey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnxpHIl5Ynw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, Marco, Gwynn (mentioned)<br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/JeremiahAllen2.jpg)</div>It was no shock that, like in many extracurricular activities, the boys separate from the girls even when a boy and a girl were as joined-by-the-hip as Miriam and Jeremiah. Jeremiah didn’t object to Miriam getting dragged off by her dancing BFF and went along with Damian. “Sounds good to me. Like I told her, I need to get a lot more wasted to start dancing. Let’s work on that.” He had been told once that one had to get used to the taste of beer and that only came when you drank it a lot around other people. To him that sounded like Stockholm Syndrome but he didn’t exactly have an opportunity to object. He still considered himself lucky to have the kind of friends he had as it was. <br>&nbsp;<br>Regardless of how much he liked Damian as a friend, he couldn’t help but be pretty annoyed at the question. Still, Damian was just trying to be a good guy so Jeremiah couldn’t be <em>too</em> pissed about it. “Nah not really. Miriam’s got her brothers and nephews and nieces at her house now for the graduation. Probably talk to her a little more after they all leave in a couple of days. Still need to know how to get the Air Force recruiter to stop badgering me too.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Luckily, the third part of their trio, Marco, appeared making further discussion on the still sore subject unnecessary. After the obligatory brohug he couldn’t help but laugh at Marco’s shrewd observation. Rather than hiding the fact he lifted the ends of the scarf. “You bet your ass she did. You like it? It’s part of the Preppy Douchebag Collection by Calvin Klein.” He took a fancy slow step around like a male model. “And, if you buy it today you will get a complimentary stick of Axe deodrant. Don’t just <em>dress</em> like a preppy douchebag but <em>smell</em> like a preppy douchebag.” <br>&nbsp;<br>It wasn’t long before Marco took the opportunity to hit the dance floor with eyes to Greenfield High’s “dime store Kim Kardashian.” (Really, where did Miriam come up with these nicknames?!) As for Tommy, Jeremiah just shrugged at Damian. “No idea man. All these people coming in and out who the knows where he is or when he’s going to show up.” It wasn’t long until their chit chat got to where it usually went: girls. He nudged his buddy. “Go for your blonde man. I got my brunette. I’ll hit you up later.” Giving his friend a wink he snuck up behind the swinging and dancing Miriam and wrapped his arms around her waist to a surprised yelp and giggle. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Hey shweethaht,” Jeremiah said getting his face close up to hers doing a lousy Humphrey Bogart impression. “What’s shaking huh?”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 19:02:56</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Miriam Goldman <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Miriam: A pretty dress! (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/0035b5b5.jpeg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Parting with her bestie<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> High By The Beach - Lana Del Rey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnxpHIl5Ynw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn, Megan, Damian (mentioned)<br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Hailee-steinfeld-ten-thousand-saints-sundance-portraits-january-2015_1.jpg)</div>Gwynn. Gwynn Gwynn Gwynn. There was no doubt Gwynn was the sister Miriam never had but just like her real siblings, it was amazing that the two could be so different in so many respects. The way her blonde friend looked at her for a moment broadcast that she had no idea what Miriam was implying. The reality was, Miriam was a cheerleader more for the exercise, god look on the college application, and the social aspect, particularly with Gwynn whom she had bonded with when she first moved to Greenfield back in the eighth grade. <br>&nbsp;<br>Megan, on the other hand, was something entirely. A couple of bots following her on Instagram and suddenly the pretty girl thought that she was the next Kylie Jenner or some shit. Miriam didn’t like her but she couldn’t find it in herself to hate her either. In a way, Miriam felt bad for her. One day the flash in the pan named Megan would vanish and might leave a decent person who had some extra money and stories about being a semi-famous model once. Or it would leave a pill popping drunk of a slut. Needless to say, Miriam didn’t miss Megan at all when she went off with Marco. <br>&nbsp;<br>Gwynnie though? She fucking <em>lived</em> being a cheerleader. In a way, it was hard for Miriam to think of Gwynn as anything but a cheerleader, even if she did become a professional dancer some day in the future. Still the future was the future and this was now. “I’ll tell you what, when we see Jeremiah and Damien I’ll hook you up. Let’s do your favorite thing in the world until then.” Gwynn and Miriam danced though it was quite clear that Miriam’s “sister” was on another level than herself. Things changed up, though, when she felt arms wrap around her waist and a bad Bogie impersonation flow into her ear. She knew exactly who was doing it but she found it fun to make a bit of a show about being surprised. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Oh <em>dahling</em>!” Miriam said with another laugh. The two loved their noir movies even if hardly anybody else understood what they were talking about. “What’s going on?” And that’s when Damian mentioned more “presents.” She grinned at Damian before grinding her ass into Jeremiah’s crotch just a little bit, looking more deliberately cheesy than sexy. “That sounds fun. Where are going to do it though? I’m having too much fun with your blondie to get in trouble and get kicked out you know.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 20:18:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance floor<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, Open<br><hr>Part of dancing was making your partners look good, or at the very least not upstaging them.&nbsp; It wasn't fun to feel subconscious, and dancing was supposed to be fun.&nbsp; Gwynn hoped everyone was enjoying themselves.&nbsp; Judging by their faces, it certainly appeared so.<br><br>An arm wrapped around her, its hand held a cup.&nbsp; Gwynn turned her head just enough to ensure that it was Damian, and not some random drunk, even as her hands moved to take the cup from him, and prevent it from accidentally spilling on her dress, or the dance floor.<br><br><strong>"Hey,"</strong> she said softly in reply to his whispers.<br><br>His presence against her back was welcomed, and she gently pressed her back into his chest.&nbsp; The foreign and cold object in his pockets made her glance down.&nbsp; How many drinks was the boy carrying?<br><br>Green eyes gave him a pointedly long look before her gaze was directed to his pants and she raised an exaggerated eyebrow, <strong>"you need some help with that?"</strong> she asked with a tiny teasing smile.<br><br>Apparently Damian had more in his pockets than just a pair of cans.&nbsp; Where'd he stuff it all?&nbsp; Upon seeing the cigar Gwynn gave him an uncertain look.&nbsp; <strong>"You're just trying to get me stoned out of my mind so that you can take advantage of me, aren't you?"</strong> she teased as she turned around to face him as they swung their hips together.<br><br>She rested her arms upon his shoulders and loosely interlocked her fingers.&nbsp; <strong>"Can I get a kiss before we both taste like smoke,"</strong> she whispered quietly to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 10:44:32</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Clarke<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance Floor<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A tender kiss<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> What ever is in the background<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn <strong>Mentioning</strong> Jeremiah and Miriam<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div>Damian loved the feeling of Gwynn pushing her back up against his chest, the closeness of their bodies and the meditative swaying to the music, although he had to admit, he was a little ncomfortable with the tightness of his jeans. It wasn't because of a swelling within them but rather because of the pure amount he had in them. It was actually amazing how much could be fitted in a simple set of jeans when one looked at it. Damian had 2 beers in the front pockets with a cigar sized blunt as well as 2 fruity vodka premix bottles in his back pockets, no wonder his pants seemed to be crushing his body.<br><br>His eyes glanced over at Miriam and Jeremiah letting out a little laugh as they did their usual noir movie quotes, things that often flew well over his head but Damian couldn't deny how cute it was. They were really the perfect couple, the couple most people aspired to be like. Although Damian did feel sorry for them, they had a stressful couple weeks ahead as they discussed their different futures and what they were going to do, something Damian did not envy at all but wouldn't wish on any couple.<br><br>Now was not the time to think about things like that though, now was the time to forget about the future, just for now, and live in the present, live with these amazing friends and this stunning blonde beauty. Damian picked up on the uncertain look in her eyes when he showed the cigar, he knew she had never really done weed often, probably only once or twice. <strong>''Don't worry, I won't take advantage. I will be on my best behavior, unless you want otherwise.''</strong> Damian said with a mischievous grin on his lips, his eyes locked on hers looking deep into her eyes.<br><br>As she spun in his arms, his hands slipped around her body, resting gently on her lower back, pulling her body closer to his once more, pressing against him firmly, his eyes not moving off hers, looking into them as if she was the only woman in the room. As she asked for a kiss, Damian's heart skipped a beat, they had kissed many times before but every time he was going to kiss her, he got breathless, his heart rate picking up. <strong>How could I ever say no to that perfect dimpled smile and stunning green eyes.''</strong> he said softly, his one hand moving up from her back, gently running it over her cheeks, moving strands of hair from her face, his eyes showing the desire inside them. Slowly he leaned his head in, his lips gently pressing against hers, softly at first, his head turning at a slight angle, eyes closing as his tongue ever so gently runs over her bottom lip, just to tease her. He could taste her sweet lips gloss in the kiss, the perfect moment in his mind. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 15:31:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong>Marco Benjamin Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236743#msg13236743)<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> On the Road &gt; Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Changing his game plan, refocusing his efforts, ending tonight on a good note<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Purple Haze (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJQjQTwf12U)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Megan, Gwynn, Damian, The Allen's,&nbsp; </span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://cdn01.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2016/05/jordan-panther.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Damian asked him if he'd been cockblocked. "Let's just say in a manner of speaking. Yeah we can go over it later, just...not now, hahaha. I need to actually have a good time." And Jeremiah made his night a little better when he fully endorsed his girlfriends outfight; although with a unique bit of commentary. "I...I can't. The scarf," he choked out as he'd started to laugh so hard a tear fell.<br><br>&nbsp;"Whooooo I needed that laugh. Don't worry though, bro. Once the smoke hits that outfit will not bother your eyes and noise...and reputation, nearly as much." Those two were good for the moment as they were still setting up. And that was where he'd left them to the current moment where one of the most beautiful girls in school was his dance partner. She put out the word "thankfully" in the form of a question when he was talking about Benny's annoying ass. "Yeah. <em>Thankfully</em> he's nowhere near here. Can't listen to his mouth right now."<br><br>&nbsp;What he knew about Megan he could spout off on one hand. She had a crazy amount of followers on Instagram(including him), she was a model. And when it came to modeling she worked her ass off. Aside from that she was kind of a bitch, but it worked for her. He realized that even though they had a lot of the same friends, they didn't hang out that much. Weird. After stating his offer, Megan accepted when she pressed back into him and wrapped his arm around her.<br><br>&nbsp;He took the hint and made sure he got a good grip, and breathed softly into her ear when her hand found purchase on the back of his neck. "If it's not all night long, there's no point," he teased into her ear again and kept dancing with the beauty in front of him. When she asked who was going to text Roxy, he got his phone out of his vest pocket with his free hand. Being a teenager in this generation as on top of playing the music and everything else meant Marco had very nimble fingers and he quickly shot her a message saying who all was at the Henderson farm and that she should make an appearance. "Done. Hopefully she gets over here pretty quick. But until then I'm sure I can keep you occupied, beautiful."<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 17:12:29</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Changing out of soaked, gray clothing to an Overwatch Cap (https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/2899bd37-e24f-46b8-a942-2ca7971fc925_1.a2a20f4603636e62a63cac640215c895.jpeg), Venom t-shirt (https://80stees.imgix.net/s/files/1/0384/0921/products/venom-sublimation-shirt.dsk.jpeg), and denim shorts<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool to Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A turmoil of moods<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Oliver, Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>Aaron had just been standing around observing the party from a distance as Oliver composed the Facebook post. He couldn't help but smirk to himself, knowing that the young man would approach the topic with the sincere earnest desire to be helpful. It almost felt wrong, really, because when Gretchen inevitably got angry the poor boy would no doubt voice his confusion to Aaron. It almost felt like he was using his own friend to get another vicious blow in. But, he decided, he'd be honest with Oliver once the confusion came about.<br><br>Once Oliver was satisfied Aaron nodded, stepping forward towards the party, listening to his pal's thoughts on all things board game and Elder God.<br><br>"You think of it as a trend?" Aaron asked, eyebrow quirked as the two walked about the perimeter of the bonfire. The licking flames of heat could be felt even some two or three dozen feet away. The constant shifting of revelers from the front towards the back reminded him of how a shark's teeth worked, constantly spinning so old teeth fell away only to be replaced with new ones. "I dunno, I feel like the whole Lovecraft thing has always been there. Picking up in awareness maybe, but when the closest Hollywood steps towards Cthulu is that old Hellboy flick..." Aaron shrugged.<br><br>Once they had moved past the bonfire and towards the barn exterior Aaron slowed down, lifting his hat off to scratch at his close-cut scalp. He wasn't normally one to drink alcohol, but he assumed since this was a party it was something he should try doing. He was more interested in the different food, however, and was about to ask Oliver what he wanted when a cellphone seemed to suddenly accost him.<br><br>"Yo man, is this you?!" shouted the owner of the cellphone, pushing a rather fuzzy looking video right into Aaron's glasses. At least, it seemed fuzzy when it was right in your eyes. "Dude, this shit is hilarious!" The rather chubby looking man with an unfortunate haircut pulled the phone away, clapping Aaron harshly on the back. "Here, man, have a beer!" he said, thrusting his red solo cup into Aaron's hands. It looked as if half of its contents had already been consumed.<br><br>As swiftly as he had approached he wandered off, leaving Aaron a bit flabbergasted. Yet as he and Oliver approached the snack table, he was met with the occasional whoop, holler, and clap on the back. Vague, brief compliments or affirmations that Scott Hudgins was quite disliked were given, though nothing that really prevented Aaron from making his way to the snacks. He grabbed himself a simple slice of plain cheese pizza, looking around to figure out where at a party you could go that was quiet.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I um... what were we discussing again?" he asked Oliver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 23:40:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | June 9th, 2017<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson Farm | Snacks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> MC Frontalot - I'll Form the Head (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMgsAD3D948)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaron | Open<br><hr><br>"It's not nearly as pervasive as the vampire, zombie and dinosaur trends have been, but it definitely feels like it rose out of nowhere to crop up in the most unexpected places."&nbsp; He walked with Aaron toward the party and nudged his glasses up, brow creasing briefly.&nbsp; "Of course, it may simply be perception bias as a result of my dislike for the mythos and its author.&nbsp; The only teacher in high school who actively disliked me was Mr. Kurtz, and that was only because I refused to read the works he tried to assign on Lovecraft.&nbsp; We got into a serious debate over the value of H.P.'s contributions to the genre, and it ended with him storming out of his office."&nbsp; He frowned and glanced over at Aaron.&nbsp; "You would think adults would have the ability to engage in a scholarly discussion without letting their emotions get the better of them."<br><br>He blinked as the strange boy accosted his friend with his phone, removing his glasses and taking the chance to use the handkerchief in his pocket to carefully buff the lenses clean.&nbsp; He squinted slightly as he studied his handiwork, half-blind without his glasses - which wasn't helped in the least by the inconstant light of the fire.&nbsp; Satisfied, he replaced his specs and continued with Aaron to the snack table, stomach growling to remind him he hadn't finished his pizza at Hank's party.&nbsp; He studied everything on offer and settled on a slice of Supreme, putting it on a paper plate and leaning against the table as he began to meticulously pick the onions off the top and set them aside on his plate.<br><br>"Nothing important."&nbsp; He glanced up, licking a bit of sauce off the tip of one finger.&nbsp; "It appears that you're Robin to Marco's Batman tonight.&nbsp; Perhaps you should leverage this newfound, and likely fleeting, popularity into a dance with a girl.&nbsp; Do you know how to dance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>16-06-2017, 22:14:05</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME</strong>:Megan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bordeaux summer dress, high heeled sandals<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Henderson Farm, Barn <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dancing <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco, Gwynn, Jeremiah, Damian, Miriam, Tommy [mentioning Roxy]<br><br><hr><br>It didn’t take long for the other boys to arrive and soon enough there were only couples in their fun group. Even Tommy brought along two chicks Megan hardly knew, but she was certain they graduated some time ago. They didn’t look like high-schoolers. Well, come to think neither did she. The music was pumping, her own heart beating to the rhythm while she swayed in Marco’s arms. His chest felt hard against her back and his large hands easily found their way on her body just as he leaned to whisper in her ear. The words made her smile and she grinded some more into him, slowly, letting the rhythm lead them both.&nbsp; She was glad that he texted Roxy, this was something her friend had to see. Megan had some suspicions for some time now regarding the two, or at least Roxanne’s interest in Marco and this was the best time to clear or confirm those thoughts. If Roxy passed the chance to join them, then oh well, her loss. <br><br>The exchange of movie lines between Jeremiah and Miriam was lost on Megan as she was too far from them to hear the words, but she caught the meaning behind them. Ugh, more sappy couple stuff, no doubt. But then her mood changed completely when Damian took Gwynn in his arms and the two danced for a while, before her friend got a little bold and turned to whisper something in his ear. A kiss followed, much to Megan’s delight. Curious how she never bothered to hate on the idea of sappy love between Damian and Gwynn. It wasn’t Miriam’s and Jeremiah’s shared love that bothered her, it was Miriam’s choice of him. She could do better than that. Better looking. In Megan’s “who and how to date book of life” looks were all that mattered. And popularity, because let’s face it, Tommy was good-looking, just not one of the cool kids.&nbsp; She acted as if Miriam’s choice reflected poorly on her vision of a prim, perfectly-modeled world or something. <br><br>“Come on Marco, let’s show these amateurs how a real kiss should go.” She half-teased, half-joked lifting her chin to whisper against his cheek. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-06-2017, 20:20:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance floor<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, Megan, Marco, Miriam, Jeremiah, Open<br><hr>She rose to her toes, when he pulled her closer.&nbsp; Her head tilted in the opposite direction of Damian's, and she gently closed her eyes when he did.&nbsp; His lips were soft, yet firm, against hers.&nbsp; Her heart raced and she couldn't help but smile and feel giddy and warm.&nbsp; Her mouth parted willingly, when his tongue gently caressed her lips, and she forgot that there was any one else in the room.<br><br>The first kiss turned to a second and a third.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how long it occurred, though, the song had changed, when she finally opened her eyes and dropped to the soles of her feet.&nbsp; She studied his face for a moment before she gazed into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity.&nbsp; Then the moment was over, and she snuggled into his chest as the rest of the world intruded once again onto her senses.<br><br>Gwynn turned her head, without pulling away from where it nested, and addressed her friends.&nbsp; Her hand slipped into Damian's pocket and she pulled out the doobie Marco had given him.&nbsp; <strong>"So, are we going to partake?"</strong> she asked over the music as she lifted the scored blunt into the air over Damian's and her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ana 1360</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 22:56:29</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME:</strong> Tommy Mulvaney<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White T shirt, Levis<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> In the area of the bonfire, moving towards the Barn.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Happy to finally meet up with his friends.<br><br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaron, Oliver, Damian, Marco, Megan / Open<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div> Tommy had just finished helping Conrad Henderson tap some kegs of beer in the field between the barn and the bonfire. He had just sent a text to Damian and Marco asking them to let him know where they planned to blaze. He and the girls were circling the bonfire heading towards the barn when Tommy noticed that there were an exceptional number of revelers here tonight, even for a Henderson bash. He took note that there were even some Glenn's Hill's football players sprinkled about the boisterous crowds that were gathered in groups of various sizes. Fireworks of assorted amplitudes were crackling in the dark woods beyond the Henderson property. <br><br>As they walked towards the barn Chelsea grabbed Tommy by the arm. "Your going to find Damian right?" Chelsea said. "And Marco hopefully" Tommy replied. "I think I am going to hang back and catch up on old times with Conrad" Chelsea said. "What's wrong Chels" 'Punk asked, knowing her BFF all to well. Chelsea paused and then spoke directly to Tommy. "You know Gwynn and I were cheerleader's together." Tommy nodded his head in agreement. "So one night I was spotting for Gwynn and I messed up the catch. Gwynn jumped right up she wasn't seriously hurt, but it was embarrassing." Chelsea said. "After the competition I apologized to Gwynn, and Gwynn being the sweetheart that she is readily accepted my apology." Chelsea said. "There were a lot of jealousies amongst some of the girls that year. Not saying anything that had to do with Gwynn. But I am thinking maybe she doesn't need to see me as she celebrates her graduation with her close friends." Chelsea said.&nbsp; "So we'll text you where we end up?" Tommy said. "Yeah" Chelsea replied.<br><br>Tommy and 'Punk' once again started for the Barn. "Hey there's the guy in the video you showed me." 'Punk' said. Tommy looked up to see Aaron Gilbert and Oliver Timmons leaning over either a tablet or a phone. Their faces illuminated against the dark night by the screen.&nbsp; "I like the goat / soul patch thing he's working." 'Punk' said. " You should tell him that Punk he would probably like to hear it from you." Tommy said. "&nbsp; And the guy with him has hella good hair. " 'Punk' said. " That guy is probably the smartest dude to graduate Greenfield's HS period." Tommy said. Tommy started to jog to his two classmates. "Punk wait her I'll be right back." <br><br>Tommy gently grabbed Aaron's shoulder. "It took lot of guts to stand up to Hudgin's like you did, especially after what happened to you last time." Tommy said in a serious tone. "Kinda of a pussy move running away" Tommy laughed. Making it clear to Aaron that he was only joking and teasing him. "I am going to smoke a joint with Damian and Marco,&nbsp; you and Oliver are welcome to join us. Oliver has my&nbsp; 7 digits. Oliver hit me up if your interested." Tommy said to his brainy bud.&nbsp; As he jogged back to his dancer friend he turned back to Aaron, " there are a lot of Glenn's Hill's tools around here, you guys get knee dip, hit me up I'll cover your six." Tommy shouted as he disappeared into the darkness heading towards Damian and Marco. <br><br>Approaching the barn her face buried in her phone, 'Punk' said to Tommy. "Do you think Megan is in there?" " Im pretty sure she is." Tommy answered. "I follow her on Facebook, I think she is really pretty and has a great fashion sense." 'Punk' said. " I guess you have to be to be a model right?" Tommy said. "I think she's pretty too." Tommy added. <br><br>'Where the hell are Roxanne and Leanne' Tommy thought as they reached the doors of the Barn.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-06-2017, 13:43:12</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Clarke<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance Floor<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A tender kiss turning into a mischievous blunt<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> What ever is in the background<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn, Tommy, Jeremiah, Miriam, Marco, Megan <br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div> The kiss seemed to make time stand still, like they were the only two in the room as they kissed tenderly, every time they were going to break the kiss they just seemed to go back in for another, then another. Each time Damian smiled into the kiss, holding Gwynn close to his body as they shared the moment, eventually breaking the kiss for the last time. Damian savored the moment, feeling the cool of the night suddenly take his lips now that Gwynn's were no longer pressed against them, her saliva cooling quickly as their lips parted, the taste of her sweet lip gloss lingering on his lips.<br><br>Damian felt her hand sliding into his pocket, feeling some relief from the tightness of his jeans as the joint was taken out, lifted up over his head. Damian let out a laugh as he watched, she seemed like she was warming up to this whole weed idea. ''Yeah, let's get out round back and get this graduation party started.'' Damian said with a grin, keeping his arms around Gwynn as they discussed smoking the blunt. ''What you guys say? Let's go round back into the field and watch some starts.'' Damian asked, referring more to smoking weed rather than the stars but it sounded better, more subtle. ''Marco, Megan, you two going to just bump and grind all night or you coming with? Miriam, Jeremiah, should we get going?'' he asked with a grin, slowly turning to make his way out of the barn, his arms still around Gwynn, hugging her from behind as they walked out of the barn into the much cooler night air. Gently kissing her neck as they leave the barn.<br><br>Damian and the others have a look around, looking for a quiet place that they could do what they wanted without anyone judging or adults present. Damian never knew how the so called stoner group did it, how they could just be so carefree, lighting up in large groups where ever they were and enjoying the moment. Damian was envious of that, of their care free attitude. He just didn't have what it took to be so open about it. Rather enjoying a quiet surrounding with close friends as they smoked.<br><br>There it was, the perfect spot for them, well Damian thought so anyway. It was a small clearing in the middle of the field, one large tree to lean on and some grass beneath which was much better than the freshly ploughed soil around the barn. It was hidden by some newly growing corn crops, just perfect to feel secluded in such a busy party. The group made their way there to just chill and enjoy their graduation night, taking a seat on the grass, finally lighting up the massive joint supplied by Marco, a puff of smoke coming out the tip followed by the coughing a spluttering that always came from the start of a blunt, the burning sensation as the smoke filled his lungs. Damian was not a smoker at all so always struggled at the start, taking another drag before handing it over, holding it out to who ever wanted it. <br><br>When the joint was out his hand Damian pulled his phone out, going to Tommy's message and pressing reply ''We are in the field, under the old tree there.'' he sent back with a sigh, leaning back and resting on his elbows. ''Now this is what I will miss most about school, the amazing friends, times, beer and fun. I love all you guys.'' he said with a smile, looking from one person to the next, pulling a beer out of his pocket and cracking it open, taking out a premix for Gwynn, twisting the top off and handing it over to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>19-06-2017, 16:02:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong>Marco Benjamin Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236743#msg13236743)<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> Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Changing his game plan, refocusing his efforts, ending tonight on a good note<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Purple Haze (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJQjQTwf12U)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Megan, Gwynn, Damian, The Allen's,&nbsp; </span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://cdn01.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2016/05/jordan-panther.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The music was amazing. The atmosphere was amazing. He was surrounded by good friends and tons of casual friends and even more people he just knew or they knew him. And all of them were just having a good time. He needed this. And he definitely wasn't complaining that he had Megan pressed against him and working up a sweat. He hoped that Roxy would answer his text. <br><br>She and Leanna would no doubt have a great time, and he knew for a fact that if she couldn't move all of her product by herself, he could definitely help her get new customers tonight. So it was a win-win for both girls. Now they just had to get here. His dance with Megan was intense, and he was so focused on her he tuned out everything else. Well <em>almost</em> everything. There was no way he didn't notice Damian and Gwynn locking lips like they were frozen on a light pole in the snow. Inwardly he whooped, but he didn't say a word out loud because he didn't want to scream like he wanted in Megan's ear. Instead, he gave them both a sly grin when they looked his way. <br><br>Megan surprised him when she said it was their turn to show Gwynn and Damian how to actually kiss. "You had me at "I'll be your dance partner."," he said with a chuckle. Then taking her words to heart, he pressed himself fully against her plump backside. He squeezed just below her breast, holding her close. Then he nipped at her neck before turning her head toward his and planting his lips against hers. It was a passionate, intense kiss. And the whole time he was thinking about how good she tasted. When the kiss finally broke, he took a breath and looked at her.<br><br>&nbsp;"Damn, girl. You're good at that." He was fully content with dancing and kissing...and anything else Megan wanted to do tonight. Buuuut he did like to smoke, and what kind of friend would he be if he turned down Damian's offer. After all, it was Marco who'd given him that blunt in the first place. "I'm cool with whatever you're cool with, Megan. But smoking is fun. Dancing when you're high is...it's just different in the best way." He hoped she said yes. He'd never seen Megan high and was sure it would definitely be an amazing experience. <br><br>The small group stayed together and ended up under the big tree outside. He got comfortable on the ground, and made it clear Megan had a seat too. "My lap is big and comfortable; scout's honor," he said while slapping both thighs with his hands. Damian was the first to hit, and like always his baby lungs making him cough on the first big hit made Marco snicker. But his face got more serious when his friend spoke about how much he cared. "Just 'cuz we can't do it as much once we all go our separate ways, doesn't mean our friendships end, bro. We can still do this...just gotta set it up once we all become super successful, hahaha." He'd smoked already tonight, so the others got first dibs. He'd go last once everyone had gotten a good puff.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 16:00:25</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Changing out of soaked, gray clothing to an Overwatch Cap (https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/2899bd37-e24f-46b8-a942-2ca7971fc925_1.a2a20f4603636e62a63cac640215c895.jpeg), Venom t-shirt (https://80stees.imgix.net/s/files/1/0384/0921/products/venom-sublimation-shirt.dsk.jpeg), and denim shorts<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson Farm - Outside the Barn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Analysis Paralysis<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Oliver, Tommy, Open<br><hr> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>Before Aaron could give Oliver a proper reply Tommy had clapped his strong hand onto Aaron's shoulder. The grip hurt a bit, causing Aaron to wince slightly, but he knew it wasn't a threatening gesture. Curious how, among the jocks at least, the same acts of intimidation were also acts of friendship. Nevertheless, he shook his head at the invitation.<br><br>"I don't, ah, smoke," he replied simply, his voice a bit low. He knew some of the kids around here had to have been the children of local cops, and you never knew who was "straight edge" and who wasn't. While Aaron had no moral problem with his pals getting high, it was just something he wasn't very comfortable with. He looked to Oliver, but his companion seemed to make no sign that he'd be ditching him for the ascension provided by chemical substances. "We'll let you know if anything changes, though." He shrugged, turning back to Tommy.<br><br>Aaron was tempted to shift the topic again as Tommy had left, but as his eyes gazed around the crowd and he thought about the soul-stomping nature of his latest crush... well, he was in the mood to talk about this with <em>someone</em>, and he didn't exactly have many good options. Benny would have nothing positive to say about a woman like Gwynn and would probably try to set him up with some stoner metal chick with a tongue piercing. Marco wouldn't be hateful of anyone, but he'd be trying to transform Aaron into a shorter, whiter version of Marco himself. He needed someone that could be honest to discuss this sort of thing.<br><br>"I don't think I know how to dance," Aaron noted after swallowing a bite of pizza. "But I mean... I don't think any of them know how to dance either." He nodded his head to the couples just outside of the barn door, where the thumping bass and electronic drops could be heard loud and clear but not so deafening as to blow out your ear drums. "All they're doing is shoving their hips into each other. It's..." He set his plate down, chewing on his lower lip. "I mean, it is weird <em>to me</em>, but I suppose I'm the weird one, right? I mean, how does she know he's not a rapist? How does he know she doesn't have STDs? How do either of them know they're prepared with condoms that haven't expired?"<br><br>His voice had lowered as he brought up the condoms. Still not the sort of topic he was used to discussing out loud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 19:27:31</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME</strong>:Megan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bordeaux summer dress, high heeled sandals<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Henderson Farm, Barn <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are we smoking already? <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco, Gwynn, Jeremiah, Damian, Miriam, Tommy and co. <br><br><hr><br>The searing kiss had her smiling wide when it was sadly over, but she hold onto it like to a promise of things to come. <br>“You’re not bad yourself.” She winked back at Marco, but who was she kidding? He was a damn fine kisser. Megan would’ve asked for seconds if she didn’t see Gwynn lifting that blunt as if it were a toy or something. Weren’t they supposed to be low-profile on this? Sure it was a no-parents party, but still. Then Marco offered the harebrained idea that dancing high was fun. Yeah, fun-ny...to others. Maybe. She looked around the group and they all wanted in.<br><br>“Why the hell not, sure, I’ll give it a go.” She said already knowing that she’d be fighting a losing battle anyway. <br><br>Once they were gathered under the big tree and away from prying eyes she was more than happy to take a seat on Marco’s lap, stretching her long legs on the ground. She smiled wide at Damian’s remark, he wasn’t one to shy away and hide his feelings and she loved that about him.<br><br>“Love you too, big guy.” Megan lifted an unopened beer just for the sake of the toast, she usually preferred wine or cocktails, but she hadn’t checked what they had at the bar yet. All in due time, the night just started. “And all of you!” She went on, although she looked mostly at Gwynn.&nbsp; It was just the few of them then, but soon enough the group would get much larger than expected. The more, the merrier. <br><br>&nbsp;”We can still do this...just gotta set it up once we all become super successful, hahaha."<br><br>Marco’s words made her smile again. Everyone’s good mood was contagious, but Megan was feeling a tad anxious about the smoking bit. She decided to no make a fool of herself and just ask Marco to show her how it’s done once the joint was passed over to her. Better be safe than sorry, she was already contemplating the thought that she’ll definitely cough either way. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ana 1360</strong> on <strong>23-06-2017, 03:12:13</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME:</strong> Tommy Mulvaney<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White T Shirt, Levis<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Henderson Farm, under the Old Tree<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Happy to have caught up with most of his friends.<br><br>TAGGING: Damian, Gwynn, Marco, Megan, NPC 'Punk' Rodriguez, Latina beauty and stripper friend of his. She is two years old then the graduating class. Their relationship is platonic.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div>Tommy was reaching for the rusted handle of the barn door when the phone in his back pocket vibrated. He glanced at the screen.<em><strong>''We are in the field, under the old tree there.''</strong></em> read Damian's text.<br><br>Tommy knew the tree, he climbed it countless times with Conrad Henderson when they were little boys. He and Conrad watched from the cornfield as their older brothers, Sean and Marcus, the closest of friends, got into a fist fight under that same tree, over a girl of all things who probably had cooties anyway they told themselves. The same tree that Tommy carved the name of his first crush in the 7th grade.<br><br>Tommy knew a short cut through the burgeoning corn and took Rodriguez by the hand, in seconds they popped out into the clearing and Tommy playfully pushed on Damian's head just as he passed the bottled premix to Gwynn, avoiding a spill of the alcoholic beverage. <br><br>Releasing his friend so that Damian could resume sitting up right, Tommy crouched down beside him. "I liked the way you grabbed the twins by the belt dude, and then tossed them in after Hudgin's. Nice work!" Tommy said. This being the first time he had seen any of them since the Caulton's House. "You looked like Batman for a second there coming to Oliver's rescue" He added.<br><br>He stepped over Damian and knelt down in front of Gwynn. Gently taking the hand that wasn't holding the premix. He looked directly at her. "Thank You for holding me back at the pool just long enough for me to see that it wasn't necessary for me to jump in and brake something that I couldn't fix." He said to her. Holding her gaze for a few seconds more. He jumped up turning towards Marco.<br><br>"And this guy was Superman" Tommy said, suddenly surprised to see Megan sitting on Marco's lap. Tommy was taken aback but only for a second. Marco, like Damian, was his brother in combat he did not judge them. " hey Megan" he said. He shook Marco's hand as he reached around Megan's back to offer it. Tommy had no knowledge that Marco had been to the Haunted House had gotten a "lap" dance from Naomi, and that this was already his second "lap" dance of the evening.<br><br>'Punk' Rodriguez was left standing awkwardly at the edge of the new corn. 'Tommy had a tendency to jump in like a bull in a china shop forgetting his manners, but he was getting better' Punk thought. She felt a bit voyeuristic as she observed these testosterone filled, finely tuned muscular, man-boys interact. <br><br>Tommy released Marco's hand stood up and returned to where the little dancer was standing. Taking her by the hand they sat between the pairings of Marco and Megan, and Gwynn and Damian, and closed the circle.<br><br>'Punk' Rodriguez sat more behind then next to Tommy almost trying to crawl into his muscled back. This was an intimidating little group to be thrust into. These football players were part of an exclusive tribe. That was actually the model 'Megan' sitting on one of the players lap. She subconsciously reached into her shoulder bag for the joint she had copped from Leanne earlier. Flicking her lighter she razzed up the roach and leaning on his shoulders handed it to Tommy.<br><br>Tommy wasn't a big smoker athletics' and all, but he'd confiscated enough ganja working the doors of so many clubs that he seemed to always have a bag of wizard cabbage close at hand. Most of the time he would just hand the cheeba over to Leanne in gratitude for the time she spent with his sister.<br><br>Tommy took the roach between his thumb and index finger, inhaled deeply and held the pungent smoke deep in his lungs.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>25-06-2017, 01:01:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance floor<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, Megan, Marco, Miriam, Jeremiah, Tommy, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Leanne, Roxy.<br><hr>Gwynn rested her hands and forearms upon Damian's as he held her to his body.&nbsp; They'd been together, sort of, since Winter formal, and together-together since Prom - except they hadn't ever put a label on it.&nbsp; She was amused when people like Marco learned of it for themselves.&nbsp; In all honesty, it was still very new and exciting.&nbsp; Barely a month had passed since Prom.&nbsp; Even she wasn't used to the almost electric feeling which raced through her body when he touched her.&nbsp; The slightest and simplest, most innocent touch, like the one which they currently shared, ignited sparks.<br><br>It was awkward, walking with a six foot tall wide-receiver on her back, but she wasn't complaining; even if it felt like they should've choreographed their movements.&nbsp; If she was already feeling sparks by being held, the kiss to her neck made her feel gooey and weak-kneed.&nbsp; Her green eyes expressed much of the feeling, and told Damian that the action was welcomed and appreciated.<br><br>The five-foot five-inch blonde allowed him to steer and guide her to the spot out in the cornfield and promptly took up residence in his lap once he sat down - she couldn't get grass stains on her dress, after all.&nbsp; Her arm slipped around his neck as she quickly found the most comfortable spot.<br><br>A mixture of trepidation and rebellious disobedience cropped up within her as she watched him light up the cigar-sized joint.&nbsp; When she and Leanne had smoked it had been in private.&nbsp; No one had known what they had done, or were doing, until a day later when they told people.&nbsp; This, out here in the cornfield, was completely different.&nbsp; It was so very much not her; or more accurately, not the her who she'd portrayed the last four years.&nbsp; The girl she could finally start to say goodbye and farewell to.&nbsp; The cheerleader who felt compelled to represent the school and community even when she hated what was happening and how certain people were treated.<br><br>When Damian passed the blunt, Gwynn took it, put it to her lips, inhaled deeply, and exhaled.&nbsp; It was as if she was blowing out all the bullshit of high school with the smoke.&nbsp; One summer and three short months, and this town would be nothing but a memory.<br><br>Her eyes watered as her lungs strongly protested the chemical haze she'd just introduced.&nbsp; As the coughs continued, she buried her face into Damian's shoulder, partly to hide her embarrassment, and partly so she didn't lose her balance.&nbsp; She passed the roach to the next person without looking.<br><br>She heard Damian's confession, and wasn't really sure how to interpret the word "love".&nbsp; It was a group "love".&nbsp; It had to be.&nbsp; The type guys used with other guys.&nbsp; It didn't really pertain to her.&nbsp; Not in this setting.&nbsp; He loved hanging out with people, and how they interacted together tonight.&nbsp; He probably even loved hanging out with her.&nbsp; That's what he was saying, she told herself, not the other.<br><br>She studied his face for a moment from the corner of her eye as she took the premix from him.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks,"</strong> she spoke softly.<br><br>She then turned her attention to the group.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, if you guys can figure out accommodations, I'd be more than happy to see you in New York.&nbsp; Or we could do something as a group in Boston,"</strong> she added, since that's where Roxy was going to be.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sure I'll be home to visit the folks.&nbsp; We could plan something for then."</strong><br><br><strong>"Hey, can you text Roxy again, please?"</strong> she whispered to Damian while he had his phone out.<br><br>She returned Megan's smile.&nbsp; If any of them would come visit her, it would be Megs.&nbsp; Gwynn's smile turned impish as she waggled her eyebrows and purposefully looked from Megan to Marco.&nbsp; That was a pairing she never expected.&nbsp; Maybe they'd be good together.&nbsp; Though, knowing Megan, it likely wouldn't last the month.<br><br>She then glanced at Miriam and Jeremiah.&nbsp; This had been their idea, after all.&nbsp; <strong>"Totally, everything you two expected?"</strong> she asked.&nbsp; They'd been undeniably in couple mode tonight, and she was hoping to pull them out of that, a little bit.<br><br>Whatever touching moment of bonding they had shared quickly ended with Tommy's entrance.&nbsp; The boy was a handful, even on his best days.&nbsp; She smiled at his exuberance.&nbsp; Despite their differences, and their history, they were friends, and no one could ask for a more loyal friend than Tommy Mulvaney.<br><br><em>God, what is he doing!?</em> were her exact thoughts when he grabbed her hand.&nbsp; Which were quickly followed by, <em>soooo dramatic,</em> as she rolled her eyes and gave him a wide smile.<br><br>She opened her mouth and closed it, as she discarded her initial response for something more thought out.&nbsp; <strong>"I... no problem."</strong>&nbsp; While not exactly what she wanted to say it was infinitely better than, "I didn't want you to hurt anyone, or wind up in jail", or the kicker, "I didn't want us to waste graduation night bailing you out."<br><br>Noting Tommy's friend, Gwynn gave the other girl a friendly wave and said "hi", while Tommy busied himself reliving the highlights from the Coulton's party.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>27-06-2017, 01:39:19</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Jeremiah Allen &amp; Miriam Goldman <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Jeremiah: Some preppy clothes he got from Miriam as a gift (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/31daf95a6ec3051460a67eadfcc0ef28.jpg) <br>Miriam: A pretty dress! (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/0035b5b5.jpeg)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dancing to the <em>good</em> music<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I’ll Be Waiting - Adele (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aa_k-dY_L7c) and Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2iNfbnr1hA)<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn, Damian<br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Hailee-steinfeld-ten-thousand-saints-sundance-portraits-january-2015_1.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/JeremiahAllen2.jpg)</div>Having spent almost their entire time in high school tied with each other, Jeremiah and Miriam no longer felt the need to show off their relationship to their peers. Whether it was holding hands in the hall or stealing a kiss in the library when they were freshmen or drinking booze before getting into a competition to see who could stick their tongue the furthest down the other’s throat. “The Allens” just didn’t see the point of it all. <br><br>“This music kinda sucks doesn’t it?” Jeremiah said as they observed their fellow couples trying to out do one another after it the general consensus was to get some dancing before the enjoying of herbal essences. <br><br>“It’s not so bad but I think I know what you want.” Miriam took out one of the bluetooth earbuds for her iPhone and handed it to Jeremiah. “You know, I love these things. Makes me feel like I’m in the Secret Service or something.” <br><br>“Yeah that’s you, Special Agent Goldman. Ready to take a bullet for the president, no matter how orange he is.” Jeremiah stuck the bud in his ear. “Put something jazzy. Like they’d put on Cowboy Bebop.” <br><br>Miriam grinned and clicked random on one of her favorite playlists. Before she even had a chance to look up she yelped as Jeremiah snatched her by the waist and swung her around at the periphery of the dance floor. She barely got a chance to put her phone in the purse as they did a bit of a slowish impromptu swing as she started lipsynching to the Adele lyrics. It was the kind of thing that was so much fun that both of them forgot all of the serious matters that they had to deal with much sooner than either of them would like. <br><br>In fact, the two didn’t seem to notice much of anything else until Miriam was singing somewhat more loudly than she should have. “I'll be waiting for you when you're ready to love me again! I'll put my hands up...Oh!” She was surprised to see Gwynn holding a roach for her. Well well well. That was unexpected!<br><br>“Thanks girlfriend,” Miriam exclaimed. She took the blunt and took a hard hit until she started coughing somewhat loudly. <br><br>“Wow. Attractive.” Jeremiah said, laughing. Miriam's iPhone went to the next track. “Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City!” he sang surprisingly well as he plucked the blunt from her fingers. “Never was there ever a girl so pretty…” He took a hit himself and made a face before he blew it out and hacked a cough or two himself. “Man that’s fucking harsh. Damien man, they don’t teach you how to tell good weed down under? Or did you just not pack it right?” He grinned at his friend. “You need me young Padawan learner.” He held the blunt aloft. “Who wants this next huh?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason Hunter</strong> on <strong>27-06-2017, 13:49:53</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Damian Clarke<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Late Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson's Farm - The Weed Tree<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reminiscing With The Tree Of Knowledge<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> What ever is in the background<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn, Tommy, Jeremiah, Miriam, Marco, Megan, Roxy<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div> Damian was always amazed at how the effects of weed worked. Much like alcohol, different drinks had a completely different effect one the body. Some drinks, like a good old rum could make you forget things, others made you happy, others turned you on beyond belief and others made you aggressive. Damian found weed to have the exact some range of side effects except it did not vary by what brand or type of weed he smoked. It did not matter if it was Durban Poison or Purple Haze or California Dreaming, it was the company and the atmosphere that effected him, making the side effect vary every time. He reached out, taking the magic stick from Jeremiah, taking one more drag, a big one which he kept in his lungs for as long as possible, letting all the toxic chemicals enter his blood stream and enjoying the weed to the max before handing the stick on.<br><br>It was perfect setting for this type of thing, a quiet place with only friends, the last day of graduation, the end of an era had just passed them. Letting out a sigh, it was clear that the weed was having an effect already, relaxing Damian, sending his mind into a world of reminiscing. It was times like these he would remember, he would miss. He would forget the days of studying hard, practicing hard, the days of Benny being a dick and the teachers crapping on him, that would all fade away, disappearing into the vault of irrelevant memories everyone had. It was moments when they were all together, enjoying times together, helping each other and just loving each others company, it was moments like that he would remember for ever. Friends like these didn't some round often, sure some were forced by playing football together but from there they budded into a pure friendship, an unwritten brotherhood. As for the woman, there was also a deep bond, formed over years of friendship, traveling to events together and parties.<br><br>Damian was snapped out of his days of reminiscing by the familiar grasp of Tommy as he took his head, laughing as he compared them to superheros. <strong>''Well keeping with the comic analogies, thank goodness the hulk didn't come in and smash things up. Didn't want to spend the night cleaning things up. Hulk Smash!''</strong> Damian said with a laugh, letting out his best hulk voice for the last statement. He watched as he took Gwynn by the hand, a proud smile on Damian's face, firstly that Gwynn had the mind and control to be able to keep Tommy calm but also proud of Tommy that he had kept his cool. Something he probably would never have done a year back. It was only then that Damian noticed ''Punk'' standing there. <strong>''Hey... Punk, having a good night?''</strong> Damian asked with a smile, it took him a little bit to remember her name but he made sure he used it as soon as he remembered, she looked a little uneasy being with them but hoped that would put her at ease.<br><br>Damian let out a laugh at Jeremiah's <strong>''Oh please master Obi, I have much to learn in the ways of the weed force. Wouldn't want to join the ganja dark side! But, it this case I am innocent, Marco did it.''</strong> Damian said with another laugh, quickly pointing his finger towards Marco as a kid would be a tattletale.&nbsp; <strong>''And I think Megan over there is guilty be association.''</strong> Damian added, shooting a wink over at he. His arms wrapped around Gwynn's waist as she stayed seated on his lap, pulling the back of her body against his chest as they sat there, enjoying everyone's company. He gently leaned forward, planting another couple kisses on the back and side of her neck, his fingers locking together on her stomach. Damian was extremely affectionate when they were together yet gave her space when she was with her friends and vice versa, it was something he admired about her, although they loved each others touch, they understood that they needed time with their own friends. Miriam and Jeremiah had been his inspiration for that. Although the 2 were the perfect couple, they always gave each other time to do their own thing, something that seemed to work so well for them. <strong>''Tell me something though Miriam, in all honesty, please, no lying, how on earth do you put up with his singing! I mean he made team showers insufferable.''</strong> Damian commented with another hearty laugh.<br><br>As the blunt got passed from one person to the next, Damian took out his phone, shifting Gwynn ever so slightly on his lap so you could get access into his pocket, purposefully giving her a slight pinch and squeeze on her one ass cheek before pulling his phone out, giving her a grin as he got it, a grin showing he knew what he had done. <strong>''I'll message her quick.<br>&nbsp;Maybe that other party was where it is at?! Marco, you were there, was it good or we still not talking about it?''</strong>'' he said, giving his friend a quick glance with a teasing grin. ''Hey Roxy, get your ass over here, we are all missing you.'' he wrote, attaching a quick photo of the group sitting in a circle with the smokey haze around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-06-2017, 18:12:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong>Marco Benjamin Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236743#msg13236743)<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> Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Changing his game plan, refocusing his efforts, ending tonight on a good note<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Purple Haze (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJQjQTwf12U)<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Megan, Gwynn, Damian, The Allen's,&nbsp; </span><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://cdn01.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2016/05/jordan-panther.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The smile on megan's face when the kiss was over was the smile of a woman who wanted more. Well he'd be happy to oblige. "Mmmm. Next time I'm gonna blow your mind, beautiful." And to top it off, she even agreed to smoke with them. Frumpture's Day! "Gonna have to tell you how amazing you are more often, Megan. You're just full of pleasant surprises tonight."<br><br>&nbsp;With the entire group under the tree, he was a bit surprised when Megan actually agreed to sit on his lap. So when she did, he wrapped his arms around her waist and brushed his lips against her neck. When Tommy showed up, he shook his hand, then wrapped it back around Megan. She felt too good to let go of at the moment. "Superman. I dig it. Fuck those guys though, bro. I had to do somethin', didn't I? And can't lie...it felt sooo fulfilling to see them go in the water."<br><br>&nbsp;Megan, happy Megan saidshe loved everybody. He grinned and cheered the idea, keeping it going when Gwynn suggested ways they could meet up later. "I'm down for whatever. As long as I can meet up with my peoples and remember the good times while making new good ones." The blunt continued it's rotation, and ended up with Jeremiah who coughed and hacked up a lung when he took his hit. It was adorable that he tried to blame it on Damian and the weed.<br><br>&nbsp;And being the totally selfless, self-sacrificing person he was, Damian immediately threw Marcus under the bus since it was his stuff. He couldn't help giggling at how quick he was betrayed.&nbsp; "Come on now, Jeremiah, don't blame the weed cuz you got baby lungs. This is Platinum Girl Scout Cookie mixed with Cherry Pie. So...yeah it's just fucking <em>strong</em>, and I had extra so I packed these babies full. You're <em>gonna</em> get fucked up...in the best of ways." When it was finally his turn, he took a big puff and held his breath for a bit before blowing out several smoke rings in quick succession. <br><br>He took another hit, and just held it, only to cough and hack out a laugh when Damian joked on Jeremiah's singing. "You'd think showering naked with a bunch of sweaty guys would be the worst part about the showers. Nope, Jeremiah's singing, hahaha." Turning back to Damian, he shook his head no. <br><br>"Honestly, the only thing it had goin' was Naomi's band. And no parents. Wasn't much else." He was of course asking for a bit more than he got, but they'd talk about that later.&nbsp; Then it was Megan's turn. He held it out to her and figured he'd give her a bit of coaching. "Okay, here's what you do," he whispered into her ear while letting his lips brush the lobe. "Blow all the air in your lungs out.<br><br>&nbsp;Then take a big inhale from the blunt. Try to take it down into your lungs and hold it as long as you can. If you feel a cough comin' on though, just cough. It happens to the best of us." His teeth nibbled her ear playfully just a bit so he could tease with another whisper. "Next rotation I'll show you how to shotgun. It involves another kiss, so it's not entirely for selfless reasons...I just like kissing you."<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>29-06-2017, 20:25:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/GbyyxR0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME</strong>:Megan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bordeaux summer dress, high heeled sandals<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Henderson Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Yep, definitely sssssmoken<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marco, Gwynn, Jeremiah, Damian, Miriam, Tommy and co. <br><br><hr>Marco’s compliments earned him another wide smile from her and she welcomed the peck on her neck with a hum of approval. It felt really good to sit in his lap and have those large arms wrapped around her. It wasn't her turn to smoke yet when Tommy joined them, coming from the cornfield with a girl Megan didn't know. But one gaze at 'Punk' Rodriguez was enough for the lnstagram model to know that she liked her. 'Punk' had the looks and the attitude of a strong, confident woman and 'girl power' written all over her.<br><br>After praising Damian's actions back at the Caulton's, Tommy knelt in front of Gwynn, forcing Megan's eyes to roll as she caught his words. Why did he have to interrupt the sweet flow going on between two of her most cherished friends? It wasn't the first time that Tommy made googly eyes at Gwynn and for some reason this irked her. Next up he came to greet Marco and she simply narrowed her eyes when he said 'Hi', seemingly surprised to see the two of them together. Yet all her animosity was dispersed when he introduced the girl he was with and at seeing how familiarly 'Punk' sat glued to his large back as the two closed the group's circle.<br>"Welcome to the Stoners, one big happy family. I’m Megan. This here is Marco. The two love-birds over there are Jeremiah and Miriam. The other two:Damian and Gwynn." She said pointing at each in turn, apparently Tommy forgot his manners back at the Caulton’s. <br><br>She watched the faces of everyone gathered around. This was exactly what she was hoping for her graduation night, minus the getting high part. An intimate and cozy gathering, away from the spotlights. Speaking of which, it would've been nice if Curtis joined them, but she left him flirting with one of the seniors back on the dance floor. This was his night too after all and knowing him, he’d probably get lucky. Very lucky. <br><br>People started coughing , singing and laughing, not necessarily in that order and it made her wonder if the joint had helped ease up the conversation. It’s not like they ever needed something like that in their social happy circle, but maybe this had potential of getting wild really fast. Who knew? It was certainly a first for her and she was sure that many other new things might be happening this summer. Like going to New York to Gwynn and actually getting enough time to visit the city. Last time it was all on the run to sign a contract with one of the agencies, proving a dud at the end because they’d force her to move and drop out of high school. Modelling was great, but she didn’t want to be “that pretty girl who hasn’t even finished school.” She won’t be young forever, as much as she would like to and with 12 to 14 year girls now owning the catwalks, long-term career perspectives were dire. <br><br>All serious thoughts dispersed when Marco gave her the blunt and whispered in her ear. She exhaled for a long moment before inhaling whatever it was mixed in there, wrapping her luscious lips around it. Something girl scout cookies and cherry pie? It didn’t take the names by its flavor, that was certain, although it had a pleasant earthy aroma. She tried to hold it in as long as possible, as Marco suggested, but yeah she felt it will definitely... <em> kaff! kaff!</em>&nbsp; She coughed twice, passing the blunt quickly back to him.&nbsp; Was she supposed to feel something yet? She was naturally uplifted and relaxed then, but perhaps a little more euphoric than usual. Slowly the strain would add a nice rosy tint to their whole gathering.&nbsp; <br><br>Megan simply wrapped her arm around his neck and gently lowered his head while she lifted hers so that their lips could meet and kissed him. It was a slow, deep one.&nbsp; <br>“I like kissing you too.” She said once it was over. “I might like that shotgun, as long as I don’t cough the kiss out.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ana 1360</strong> on <strong>01-07-2017, 04:13:26</strong>
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				<strong>NAME:</strong> Tommy Mulvaney<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White T shirt, Levis Jeans, Timberland Work Boots.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday June 9th, <br><strong>TIME:</strong> Very late in the evening almost Saturday June 10th.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Under the Big Tree adjacent to the cornfield at Henderson's Farm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reflective<br><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gwynn, Damian, Marco, Megan, The Allens's ( Jerimiah &amp; Miriam ), mentioning (Roxanne &amp; Leanne,) NPC 'Punk' Rodriguez, exotic dancer friend of Mulvaney's. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div>Tommy slowly chased the acrid smoke from his lungs and carefully handed the joint back to his dancer companion. In doing so he made eye contact with Jeremiah Allen and nodded his head acknowledging his teammate. 'I wonder if he's going to the Air Force or will stay close to his mom', Tommy thought. Like Tommy, Jeremiah had a Mother battling depression. By his side was 'Miriam Allen', Tommy chuckled to himself. Tommy had a lot of respect for Miriam Goldberg. Like Tommy she was steadfast. Miriam took a lot of shit from her "friends" when she started dating Jeremiah but she stuck with him, that meant something in Tommy's world.<br><br>'Punk' Rodriguez waved back at the cute little blonde sitting on the lap of the boy that 'Punk' knew to be the 'catcher', what did she know about wide receivers, of all Tommy's touchdown passes. 'She must be Gwynn Cameron, the girl that Chelsea talked about. She seems very nice to me. She doesn't know me for shit but she's saying hello, that's phamtastic, that girl is S.U.G.A.R.'&nbsp; 'Punk' thought.<br><br>Hearing,<strong> ''Hey... Punk, having a good night?''</strong>&nbsp; in the Australian accent snapped Rodriguez back to the moment. Now she recognized the guy sitting with the blonde. Damian Clarke. Over a year ago Tommy used to steal him in the back door of the G-Spot on some of the nights that Punk danced. Punk giggled, smiled wide, and winked at Damian, then whispered something into Tommy's ear after answering back "I am Damian you guys know how to party!". There was a reason for 'Punks' giggle and wink and friendly smile towards Tommy's friend. The G-Spot was a "Juice" bar, no alcohol served. State Law said "No booze" meant the entertainers could be completely nude, no G- String required. On nights when 'Punk' danced there was standing room only. Some older patrons even brought flashlights, which 'Punk' didn't appreciate. Tommy sat Damian in the back by the girls dressing room so he wouldn't be carded by the other bouncers. When she was on break she would sit back there with Damian in her costume which was somewhat inconsequential, consisting of a long pearl necklace wrapped twice around her neck, her black stiletto pumps and a gold anklet. She giggled as she remembered that Damian managed to keep eye contact with her for at least part of the conversation. <br><br>Tommy was about to ask Gwynn if she knew where Roxanne and Leanne were when Megan addressed 'Punk', <strong>"Welcome to the Stoners, one big happy family. I’m Megan. This here is Marco. The two love-birds over there are Jeremiah and Miriam. The other two:Damian and Gwynn."</strong> 'Ok this was a little to much,' 'Punk' thought. 'Not only were these preps alot more bitchin' then she would have ever thought, but now the Instagram model, Megan, who she followed habitually on Facebook, who she thought was p.h.a.t. and beautiful, was actually taking the time to introduce the gang to her.&nbsp; 'Oh I like this girl, I need to find some time with her' 'Punk' thought. "Nice to meet you all", 'Punk' expressed to the group.<br><br>As 'Punk' teasingly blew smoke in his face, Tommy assayed his friends, some like Megan he was starting to see in a whole new light. What a different person she seemed to be away from Curtis and his klieg lights. Maybe she and Marco could actually make a go of it. Damian and Gwynn were solid, 'each would tell me if they weren't', Tommy thought. 'The Allen's they have been married forever', he laughed to himself. As he grabbed the dancer and lifted her onto his lap only to stop her from blowing the smoke in his eyes, Tommy wondered 'who's in my future this summer'.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Before We Part} - Residence Parties</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>09-07-2017, 08:47:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance floor<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Damian, Megan, Marco, Miriam, Jeremiah, Tommy, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br><hr>Gwynn snuggled into Damian's chest when he pulled her tight and interlocked his fingers against her stomach.&nbsp; The kisses to her neck suddenly made the temperature outside skyrocket.&nbsp; Maybe it was just a sudden breeze from the bonfire, which was located waaayyy over there.&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; Totally.<br><br>When Damian shuffled her and then pinched her, she shot him a dangerous look, narrowed eyes and all.&nbsp; She slapped his arm, then noted he was texting Roxy and waited until he was done.&nbsp; Once he put his phone up it was on.&nbsp; She rained pinches down upon him.&nbsp; Arms, chest, sides, anything and everything she could reach, as long as it was waist up.<br><br>It really seemed like everyone else, even Tommy and his friend, were in "couple mode".&nbsp; Might as well fall in line, she thought.
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