monroe

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and, flower, you’re the chosen one.

location: common room. availability: @phoenixannestuff

When there is liquor in your veins and music in your eardrums, there comes a time where you can’t hear it anymore; where the sound dissipates into mere vibrations and you feel half-ghost.

       She had grown familiar with this sensation - become friends with a questionable consciousness - and opts to evade this moment by seeking fresh air. The nearby window would do, open several inches or so once her hands pushed against the glass. Her surroundings are consumed by a buzzing excitement; a familial nature as those alike conversed in slurred speech. Monroe almost admires them - until she recalls alcohol possessing a ghastly way of enhancing emotions she preferred to bury six-feet under.

      At this point, her cup is empty - of which she brands broken - and thus the blonde retreats to a wooden table veiled by a cloth and surplus bottles. At least they’re spending their money wisely - she mutters beneath her breath, plucking a sealed cap from the neck of favourable whiskey and disregarding a nearby presence.

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TOLBERT:

date and location: june 9th, 10:00pm, Common Area

“Oh that’s nice.” Emma coughed pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. It was her third shot and she still couldn’t seem to take one without making an instant face. It wasn’t her first time drinking, having grown up drinking wine and champagne or various drinks involved in ceremonies with the countries she visited. It wasn’t even her first party despite her withdrawn nature but it was her first time truly involving herself. The couple she’d attempted to attend back in College typically left her standing to the side with a half empty cup of lukewarm beer in a tight grip attempting to avoid eye-contact with anyone who approached her. That was different from here however, she had a best friend now and a few acquaintances who she might even refer to as friends. “Hand me another.” She decided waving her hand over to the Tequila bottle shot glass still in hand.

“If this was a competition, I would be partially impressed,” she responds, curling her slender palm around the neck of a bottle as an offering. The tequila could remain untouched as far as she was concerned; whiskey existing as her preference over all else. “I hope you brought an elastic band, as I’m sure as hell not holding your hair back after you’ve made your way through this.” 

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ROSALES:

date and location: june 9th, 9pm, common room

brett was more than ecstatic about the semi party that was planned that night, and he was more then proud of his involvement. knowing that with the request of alcohol meant that it was a good excuse to show off his party tricks, and a good excuse to get drunk with his pals. after setting up a table, cups filled to the brim with beer. it might have not been a college frat, but brett was capable of bringing the best out of everyone, especially at a party, and a party wasn’t one unless there was beer pong and he was ready for some competition, and to drink himself under the table. 

brett stood up on the couch, and whistled, cup of beer in hand, and yelled, “now who the hell is ready for some beer pong! and i’m sorry but if you say no, i don’t think you’re hudson material.” he joked. “no but seriously, if you think you’re the best here, you better have some good aim to prove it. and i like a challenge.” he winked. more then ready to take on any of his classmates. very confident with his skills, especially when it came to beer pong, he’d like to think of himself as a champ.

As if each atmosphere provided a distinct puzzle, the jagged edges Monroe encompassed merely clicked within this scene. A silhouette threaded between the mass of humming vibrations, the inebriated who hungered for mere hours of excitement and the reckless uncertainty of what the evening would unearth - this was where she truly felt alive. Monroe could recall the plethora of tasteless evenings her prior life encompassed - how the stench of liquor on her expensive dress and dusted nostrils were commonplace for most students. She resembled an individual who would refuse to step foot into such an experience, but her decaying insides would tell you different; spitting out toxicities and begging for forgiveness.

Although her attention had been elsewhere, the cogs of her brain muffled by the rise and fall of each beat, a recognisable voice coiled around her curiosity and turned her with the poise of a ballerina in a trinket box. She eyed him momentarily - branded him idiotic - and stepped forward with a curl to her crimson lips. “I don’t think - I know,” she retorts, eyes tracing him momentarily - up, down, leisurely with no interest of being discreet - to finally settle upon dark eyes which mirrored a confidence she often expelled. “I don’t care if you like a challenge, Rosales. Do you like losing?”

[charliexcarlton]

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Rome: Seriously?! All I was trying to do was work out

Rome: Word of advice, don’t go to the gym ever. All the alpha boys are throwing themselves at fucking walls in there 

Rome: Because they can’t conceive that someone else may want to use the fucking space. 

Rome: Stay out of the gym or risk getting hit.

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Rome: Can you see me? (0200)

Rome: Lost (0215)

Rome: There’s a chair. (0230)

Rome: And a bottle (0240)

Rome: Where am (0300)

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Rome: I hope I didn’t hurt you today. Guess I just got a lucky shot. You’ll get me next time. Hope you’re ok xx

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Rome: Honestly I have so much respect for you, being so generally adequate is impressive. It reminds me what I never wanted to be. Average. I feel like I could lie straight to your face, and you wouldn’t even notice. I would be happy to spend my life following you around, watching ever lie you tell, and undermining it with a better one, undoing all of you subpar work. I’m glad I’ve got someone to compete against. You don’t scare me. I know I can be better than you. I will be. I know it. 

[quinnyj]

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[ monroe<3 ] : okay i get that u think ur better then me but like consider this

[ monroe<3 ] : no

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[ monroe<3 ] : ?? why arent u in my bed

[ monroe<3 ] : srsly

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[ monroe<3 ] : holy shit r u ok is there anything i can do??

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[ monroe<3 ] : look i dont say this often but im impressed and i see a lot of me in u, n im not just talking sex, but ?? i think we’re similar, i think we’d work well together, a queen n a king go hand in hand, u know?

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[ monroe<3 ] :  shes a bit of a bitch but honestly that doesnt stop be from wanting to hit that

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[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: i put soy milk in your coffee because i’m tired of you bossing me around now enjoy coffee that tastes like crap you meanie. 

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[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: lxook LOOK going by your last name is wdeird llike i feel like ii should icall u amara but im pqretty sure u’d eat me nad i’d melt.

[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: amarya amara aarma amara oh my god it’s afun to say i’m saying in rhigt now

[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: it’s cyute 

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[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: no message? really?

[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: nothing you need to boss me around about?

[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: i mean that’s good but out of character so

[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: jesus christ why do i worry when one of you isn’t mean to me what has my life become?

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[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: your actually the exact type of person i would of avoided in school you’re the ACTUAL worst like maybe as bad as grey but you won’t ignore me and its confusing and makes me hate everything so.

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[MSSG → blair waldorf ]: you have a real perfect outer shell but i’ve seen movies that means you’ve probably got issues 

[paxrojas]

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[Message to: A. Monroe]

you’re reckless. keep this up and you’re going to get yourself killed.

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[Message to: A. Monroe]

if u want this uu have to sacrficeits wat we do

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[Message to: A. Monroe]

were you trying to lose today? because if not that was the worst display of defensive fighting i’ve ever seen

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[Message to. A. Monroe]

i lost everything because i was reckless. because i made a mistake and slipped up somehow and that cost me everything. you’re not invincible and i don’t know if you’ll listen or care but you need to know that recklessness can cost you your life. so just get your shit together.

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[Message to: A. Monroe]

earn your place hereor leave.

[agcntvenus-blog]

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[TXT → omega ]:the sun is shining[TXT→ omega ]:the birds are singing[TXT → omega ]:where is my damn coffee

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[TXT → omega ]: what do u mean ur not bringing me a coffee?[TXT → omega ]: i don’t appreciate ur lack of purpose[TXT → omega ]: and i’m not just talking about the coffee[TXT → omega ]: which i like black btw, 2 sugars

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[TXT → omega ]:  although he reminds me of a limp noodle, he isn’t the WORST person in this hellhole[TXT → omega ]: at least there is a 60% chance i wouldn’t catch something if i punched him in the gut

[ofcxterina]

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send ♔ for an angry text[MESSAGE to VENUS]: i really thought you were different. that you saw something beyond this shit. but apparently you’re just the same as the rest of them.

send  ♠ for a drunk text[MESSAGE to VENUS]: wbhere are yous?? DRINGKING!! COMENE!!

send ⁇ for a worried text[MESSAGE to VENUS]: hey are you ok? i know you have a heart of stone and all but it you ever want to talk.

send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent[MESSAGE to VENUS]: someday you’ll learn to look past the adrenaline.

[thewinedarksea]

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↳ aphrodite + text posts

[phoenixannestuff]

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[IM @ ragrets]: you know what, i don’t even care anymore. Lie, hurt, burn every fucking bridge you’ve ever built. 

[IM @ ragrets]: but when you’re alone somewhere and it’s goddamn cold and you’re empty and there’s no fucking way out, don’t blame me. that’s on you. that’ll always be on you.

[IM @ ragrets]: i don’t even know why i bothered caring.

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[IM @ ragrets]: i do thouh.

[IM @ ragrets]: care.

[IM @ ragrets]: i still do.

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[IM @ ragrets]: are you a vampire? bc i’ve never seen you around garlic or sunlight

[IM @ ragrets]: you seem like the typeg that woud sprkle

[IM @ ragrets]: i’m not drunjk lol this is a serios inquiry

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[IM @ ragrets]: oh, so you think you’re unique? something goddamn special? newsflash, bitch: i’ve seen thousands of you fall off the fucking cliff. 

[IM @ ragrets]: you want to lose it, tell everyone who ever tried to control you to fuck off. and you’re so fucking alive, and drunk on rage every day, and off the notion that nothing can ever harm you. like you’re something immortal. trust me, i get it. and the highs are so high that the lows don’t seem to matter, as if you’re driving 105 on the 40 and everyone else is just a speck in the distance. and you’re moving so fast that no one can understand you, because you’re so far ahead of them, so why look back if everyone else just brings you down? because no one gets it. because they’re falling back while you’re thriving.

[IM @ ragrets]: but what you don’t know is it gets more aimless the longer you go and soon you’re so far out that everyone else is unreachable. and the drive was amazing, yeah, but there’s no destination, and goddamn, it’s fucking lonely where you are

[IM @ ragrets]: because what you perceived as control was, in fact, the absence of it, and when you try to turn back, they villainize everything you’re ever done. 

[IM @ ragrets]: and maybe the people you loved won’t be able to look you in the eye anymore.

[IM @ ragrets]: and maybe you’re completely fucking alone

[IM @ ragrets]: and maybe it hurts and maybe it hurts and goddamn, I know it fucking hurts

[IM @ ragrets]: but it doesn’t have to be this way

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[IM @ ragrets]: you don’t think i’m not a bad person, right?

[IM @ ragrets]: that’s my biggest fear.

[IM @ ragrets]: that everything that ever happened to me, i deserved.

[otvrashcheniye]

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IRVINE:

date and location: june 6th, 1:00pm, outside the auditorium 

Identities. So, that was the first real thing they were to learn. Carson thought it was odd they had them almost exclusively running laps, shooting guns, and reading self help books throughout the entirety of the first month. He could do that all at home–there was no need to attend a super secret spy school. But, having left the meeting with the Director, he could almost feel the difference in the atmosphere. So, this is where it really begins. The fact that their first lesson was about losing and gaining a new identity put a bitter taste in his mouth and a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Hudson had talked the talk about how they’d make the candidates lose themselves to become a spy, and now they were finally walking the walk. 

“Identities, huh?” Carson put on a smile, falling in line with the person just ahead of him. “At least its something different. And it could be fun, I mean, I’m definitely making myself a handsome, aloof rich guy. What about you?” It felt better to act like this, to put on a smile and be kind rather sit on the terrible thoughts and anxieties Hudson brought that were so easy to fall into. At least one thing was for sure, Carson wouldn’t have an issue telling a lie. 

Fiction had often been a world Monroe had wholly immersed herself in; dipping her toe into the realm of fairytale as reality dismantled with few remains intact. She had, instinctively, nurtured a plethora of alter-egos which enabled her to tear out any strands of benefit she could scavenge. There was the naive child, the imitation of a companion most craved and an alluring siren who dragged innocence away from the rocks. 

As it were, the latter had grown to be second nature.

“It might take you a little more than a moment’s notice to earn the handsome trait,” she professed, a devilish manner curling around her tongue. The blonde does not match another’s kindness in equal measure - nor does she sculpt herself into something capable of doing so. “Now, that would be telling. Although the meek and mild identity has often won the hearts of many.”

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ALBIAN:

[DATE: JUNE 7TH, EARLY EVENING] [LOCATION: HUDSON DORM COMMON AREA]

As history seemed to repeat itself time and time again, Jack found himself fading into the shadows of the loud and boisterous personalities which seemed to make up Hudson. It was a cast of characters that seemed straight out of some teenage high school drama, filled with ridiculous plot twists and actors in their thirties. Clinging to the background, hiding among the masses was his way of coping, within twenty-four hours of arriving Jack knew he was significantly outclassed by his peers. 

Chewing on the back of a ballpoint pen, Jack had long given up doing coursework, creating fake identities soon just turning into ‘how many pop-culture references can I make before this gets ridiculous’. Luckily, he’d had the area entirely to himself, disappearing and repelling people was sort of his thing. There was also an aspect of relaxation, every moment spent with the other students was a moment where inadequacy became apparent. He was so wrapped up within his own head, Jack didn’t even notice the other who’d breached his bubble of comfort. 

Almost falling off of the couch he’d been perched on, Jack turned slightly red. “Oh. Hey. ‘Sup, all that jazz,” he said, clearly uncomfortable but trying to push whatever insecurities he had down for at least a second. “What’s shaking, you know? How’s it hanging? What are you doing here?” Maybe it came off a little harsh, Jack almost felt the need to whisper an apology, but he’d really hoped for some quiet. “I’m just, coming up with fake versions of me. I’m hoping the director doesn’t know who Maxwell Smart is.”

She looked down on him, as she had done to most all her life, but it came from nowhere particularly callous. There was an idea wreathed within it; an understanding that if one did not look down, did not make themselves known, then you would simply fall in line with those who eternally gazed upwards - the very concept wreaked with a stench of weakness Monroe could only flee from. 

“What’s shaking?” The blonde parrots, surveying him as if he were on display. There is a part of her which longs to reach inside her rib cage and to retrieve some semblance of sympathy - but she is almost certain she would return with nothing other than empty hands. “Unless this common room has suddenly morphed into your own, I’d save the false curiosity,” she pauses for a beat, coaxing her features into a bemused expression. “I’m sure the Director regularly comes across the inept and the inexperienced. Which means you’re looking at an idea which could either fall at the first hurdle, or work brilliantly.”

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LARKIN:

details: jule 6th, 1:14pm, the cafe

Lunchtime at Hudson gave of a strange high school vibe- or at least what Sabina reckoned high school must have felt like. People lazily walked in and wandered around, alone or in groups, filling their trays with food that undeniably looked tastier than anything a school could ever offer. Sabina stacked her plate with spaghetti and cheese, making a mental note to find the nearest coffee machine as soon as her empty stomach stopped complaining, and made her way to her usual spot, only to find it occupied by one of her new classmates. “That’s where I sit,” she said, probably a little harsher than she should have been, but she had stopped caring about what she sounded like a long time ago.

Of the plethora of things Amara Monroe is well-versed in, each with their own individual use, there is one of great skill riddled within: detecting the nature of those most cold and growing parallel to it with ease. “I didn’t realise we were all attempting our impersonations already,” she lifts her line of sight from where she sits, retreating stained lips from the rim of her mug, and directs them towards the opposing conflict. “Unfortunately for you, you won’t be the first to portray yourself as the bitch.”

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If you could lick my heart, / it would poison you

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