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{ dorsey }:

“The prodigal child returns.” Richard exclaimed as he turned towards the voice, he hadn’t been paying attention to any of his surroundings– all in favor of looking straight down at his phone. He was actually pleasantly surprised to see Angel back in town. “Hello. How was your stay in what is unarguably the best city on planet Earth?”

“Ya know, ya could just say ya missed me, Dorsey.” She smiled up at him. “We all know I’m ya favorite future employee.” Angel rolled her eyes at his comment about New York, but she still found it a little bit funny. “Alright, we also all know ya don’t actually hate Costa Serena as much as ya pretend to, but New York was nice--full of people that do nothin’ but work all day--hey! Just like ya!”

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{ scout }:

Scout kept telling himself he didn’t miss her. He would remind himself he barely knew her, that they’d only spoken a few times and that there was no way in hell she felt the same, so there was no point to wondering where she’d run off to. But like a dog hearing the rattling of a box of treats, Scout’s head whipped around as soon as he heard Angel’s voice. “To be fair, you didn’t say goodbye,” he retorted, trying hard to push down the bitterness that tinged his tone.

“It’s not like I exactly like I had a choice,” she shot back, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. Angel missed him, but she hadn’t gotten a chance to track him down and say goodbye after the meetings with the dean and her adoptive parents quick flight in and back. They were angry she was on probation and she knew meeting Scout wouldn’t be on the table. “Ya didn’t reach out either, Hot Shot, if ya wanna play those cards.”

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{ ariel }:

“Hey, sweetheart!” Ariel squealed excitedly once she recognized the blonde, immediately going in for a hug. “How was New York? You have to tell me everything; are you happy to be back?” She spoke happily for a moment, forgetting the email she had just gotten on her phone. “Another question to the pile… would you happen to know if Neopets die from lack of attention?”

Angel wasn’t much of a hugger, but she was in a good mood, so she didn’t protest. In fact, she hugged Ariel back and smiled. “It’s as good as it can be without all my friends, ya know. I’m certainly happy to be back and...uh...’M not sure about that last question.”

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{ gadget }:

Gadget wondered why she felt like something was missing lately, and she did not realize what that was until she bumped into Angel on the street. It made her happy that she finally got to see her again. “You’re back!”, she said louder than she expected to. She then wrapped her friend in a tight hug. “Where have you been?”

“I’m back,” she said with a tiny smile. No matter how cool she played it, Costa Serena was home and she was happy to be back among her friends. “Ya know how it goes--skipped to many classes and was sent back to New York for a few months. How have ya been?”

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Angel knew she hadn’t really been away from Costa Serena all that long, but after being suspended, her adoptive parents made her leave the island and move back home until the semester was over. She had to admit that she missed the fast-paced city life in New York, but all her friends were here, so no one could blame her for being happy to be back. As she walked through town, she spotted a familiar face and turned to talk as they passed her. “Hey, I’ve only been gone for a few weeks, ya ain’t even goin’ to say hello?”

#serenastarter #open

{ scout }‌:

“I could… take it off your hands for you.” He said with a smirk, his eyes catching hers. “What even is environmental biology?

“If ya sell it, I expect half the earnin’s in cash.” She smirked, pushing the tablet toward him. “Knock yourself out hot shot. Just make sure to log me out of Twitter.” At his question, she rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know. Somethin’ to do with ecosystems, I think. Not like I’ll need it.”

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{ scout }‌:

“New toy?” Scout raised a brow, his cheek resting easily on a fist as they sat across from each other at Neverland. He studied her expression, his own brows knitted together in the center of his face. “What class was it?”

“Yeah,” she said, her tone short as she set the tablet on the table. “As if the phone and the laptop weren’t enough.” Angel knew she should’ve been happier for the gifts, but it just felt like they were trying to buy her affection. “Environmental biology...I think.”

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Angel sat there, reading an email from one of her professors from the tablet her adoptive parents had gotten her for Christmas. “Ugh,” she groaned, rolling her eyes as she set the tablet down. “Two weeks back at school and ’m already gettin’ reprimanded for not payin’ attention in class. It’s not like we’re even learnin’ a lot this early on.”

#serenastarter #open

{ tamora }‌:

“I actually was. My childhood was a lot different than my adult life. Shit happens and it shapes you, blah blah blah.” They shrugged, slightly amused by the girl but not wanting to show it. Reaching the counter Tam put in their order and motioned to Angel. “She’s with me. Just don’t put too much sugar in whatever she orders. She’s like, twelve.” They chuckled and pulled out their wallet, waiting for Angel to order.

“Believe me, ya preachin’ to the choir about that.” Angel didn’t go into a lot of detail when talking about her childhood. She usually stuck with the basics--moved around a lot, got stuck in some shitty foster homes, got stuck with a shitty group of kids, then got adopted--so she understood them not sharing much of their childhood. “Hey, ‘m 19, I can choose whatever I want.” She scowled, but then she got up to the counter and said, “They’re probably right, I’ll just take a black coffee with sugar.”

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{ tamora }‌:

“This is literally just my personality.” Tam grinned at the girl’s response. They’d done their fair share of skipping and honestly couldn’t blame her for wanting to take a break. “As long as you don’t snitch and say I was an accomplice I don’t care what you decide to do.” They chuckled and held open the door to the coffee shop for her.

“Oh, goodie.” Her eyebrows raised a bit as she laughed, stepping in to the coffee shop. After a moment, she turned to face them and walked backwards to the counter. “So ya just like this all the time, then? Ya must’ve been quite a fun child to be around, didn’t ya?”

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{ tamora }‌:

“Well I guess that’s good? It sucks waking up in a bad mood.” Tam inwardly groaned - they didn’t really mind the girl tagging along but they thought that having her dancing around beside them would be bad for their image. “I mean…” they sighed, “Yeah sure. That’s fine with me. But shouldn’t you be in like, school or something?”

“Which seems to be what ya did this mornin’,” she said with a slightly amused look on her face. Angel knew she was probably perkier than usual, but she didn’t really care. She wasn’t about to put herself in a bad mood as a courtesy to someone else. After a moment, she shrugged. “’M skippin’ for the day, figured I didn’t need to do anythin’ to ruin a good mood, ya know?”

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{ tamora }‌:

Tam huffed and crossed their arms over their chest. They hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before because they were up caring for their mom and their aunt didn’t seem to want to answer her phone. Finally, early that morning, Tam’s mother had gone to sleep and they’d decided to get out of the house before they lost their mind. They were waiting to cross the street when they felt someone bump into them. “Hey, how about we try and pay attention?” Looking over their shoulder they were surprised to see the girl instead of an impatient burly man standing there and quickly regretted their sneer. “Sorry… didn’t mean to rain on your dancing parade. I just need caffeine. But hey, if dancing is your thing then go for it I guess, just watch where you’re going.”

She removed the headphones from her ears, letting them rest around her neck as she looked up at the other. “Believe me, dancin’ is not my thing to wake me up in the mornin’, but I guess ‘m just in a good mood today.” Angel chuckled, turning off the music and gesturing to the coffee shop down the way. “Feel like lettin’ me join ya? Or is my ‘dancin’ parade’ gonna ruin the mornin’ for ya?”

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Angel was walking through town, blocking out the sounds of the town with her headphones. One of her favorite songs started and she couldn’t help herself, she started dancing. She closed her eyes and let herself forget the impromptu trip she’d taken the last two weeks--every day after classes, she’d hop on the ferry and live life like she was a runaway again, but every night, she’d come back late and do it all over again the next day. She didn’t want to go back to that life, but it helped her think, so she did it anyway. But now? She was happier than the weeks before and didn’t care if anyone saw her dancing...Until she ran into someone. “Oh, sorry,” Angel said with a laugh. “I guess the whole dance like no one is watchin’ thing can be a bit dangerous.”

#serenastarter #open

{ vitani }‌:

Vitani smiled. “I think everyone is. There are only so many people you can pick pocket so many times before people start to realize that you are the one doing it. Hopefully the main land will have more treasures for us to bring back here.”

“Gotta keep things interestin’, right?” She winked at the other girl before walking toward the coast, knowing it was a short walk to the ferry. “Also, we can celebrate ya birthday.” Angel quickly got out from within striking distance and laughed. “A little birdie told me, don’t hurt the messenger!”

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{ scout }‌:

Scout took a sip of his own drink, and a moment to take her in. “Yeah, okay,” he nodded slowly. “But only because I’m pretty sure you can’t buy one yourself.” He leaned in slightly, noticing how small she was in comparison to him. The top of her head maybe reached his shoulders. He would have to get closer to know for sure. “What are you drinking, babe?”

As soon as he agreed to buy her a drink, she hopped up on the stool and turned to face him. “Well, I guess that’s better than sayin’ I look too old, but maybe ‘m just tryin’ get a free drink?” Angel bit her lip as she thought before nodding. “Vodka cranberry. ‘M feelin’ somethin’ sweet tonight.” She looked him over, taking in everything from his hair to the clothes he wore, before she asked, “What brings ya out tonight?”

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{ vitani }‌:

Vitani smiled. “That doesn’t sound half bad” Vitani said walking out of the class room. “So what have you been up to while I have been stuck here?”

“Glad ya thinks so,” she said with a laugh, shouldering her bag as they stepped out onto the street. “I’ve been findin’ ways to pass the time--a watch here or there, but ‘m gettin’ a little bored with what Costa Serena has to offer.”

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{ scout }‌:

Scout gave the girl a once over. The last time he’d seen her, she offered him ice cream. She seemed so innocent, young even, before. He wasn’t sure if it was the juxtaposition between that first meeting and his current view: her leaning over the bar, lashes fluttering, golden hair seeming to glow under the dim lights, or if it was just because tonight was the first night he’d had any alcohol in months, but he couldn’t help but be intimately aware of his attraction to her. “Hey, you,” he called from a few stools over, “come here.”

@angxladams

Did she have a fake i.d.? Maybe. Was she going to admit that to people she didn’t know if she wouldn’t even admit it to her family? Hell no. Angel only went to the bars every so often, but when she did, it took a bit of flirting to throw the bartenders off from how young she looked. She was doing just that when someone caught her attention. Mr. dark and mysterious, she thought as she bit her bottom lip. He looks like trouble...perfect. The last time she’d seen him, they were talking about ice cream, but the dim lights and the look on his face made her wish she’d gotten to know him a bit better. Curious, she pushed away from the bar and moved to join him. “Ya gonna buy me a drink, stranger?”

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