do you have a “power outfit” that you can do anything in? describe it.
first of all, bold of you to assume all of my outfits aren’t power outfits, but if i had to pick just one i think i would go with my red jumpsuit, combined with black vans and black tshirt.
have you ever helped someone’s dream or wish come true? what happened?
i helped orion get some sence into his head when i punched him a few months ago, does that count?
can you speak another language?
i can speak a little bit of french, thanks to my grandfather who barely spoke any english to us.
are you happy single or do you wish you were in a relationship?
happy single. i tried the relationship thing once before and i would not recommend. zero out of ten, would not be doing that again.
if you could spend a day in the life of any other student, who would you pick and why?
why would i wanna do that? but i suppose if i had to pick maybe max.
andrea didn’t know it just yet but she was missing something too. only she likely wouldn’t notice the gold midi ring with small quartz stone was gone until she wanted to wear it. it wasn’t special, and she was disorganised with her clothes and accessories at the best of times. she’d bought the ring in a pack of six from a market back in conneticiut last summer. and if other people hadn’t had things taken as well she would just assume she lost it at some point, that it slipped off her finger at a party months ago and she hadn’t noticed. not that someone had pulled apart all her things and taken it for themselves or for some unknown reason.
for the moment, she was far more concerned for the state of her clothes, strewn across the campsite dusted in dirt and leaves. she’d either have to put them all through the laundry or wear dirty clothes and for what? what the fuck had this been for, she wondered. she was lost in her thoughts as she kneeled over a small pile of things, investigating a white school shirt that could be her’s or any other girl’s, when arlo called out. confused by his question she furrowed her brows a second and shook her head “ no, don’t think so, ” she might have seen them, but she was really only focused on looking for her own things. “ but, you know, ” she gestured around her, though a lot had already been collected up there was still a fair amount of belongings scattered around. “ still loads of shit out here. ” she finished her thought before her eyes focused on a sweater by arlo’s feet. she pointed at it, white button down quickly forgotten in her lap, “ can you hold that up? i think it’s mine, ”
“Shit is the right word, indeed.” He couldn’t name how many god awful items of clothing he had been forced to search through just to try and find his sunglasses. It was no secret most of the students had terrible taste, thankfully for the wellbeing of his eyes, most days he was only forced to look at them dressed in the academy’s uniform. However, at the Retreat most of them found themselves dressed with their regular clothes. It was torture enough as it is but having to go through said clothes, one by one? He wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy.
Arlo stepped off the sweater he hadn't even realized he was standing on and slightly kneeled down to pick it up. He held it far away from him as if he was a trash bag filled with litter about to explote at any given moment but the more he inspected it the more he realized it was somewhat decent. “Glad to know I’m not the only one with a fashion sense around here.” He admitted as he offered it back to her. “Are you missing anything?”
Chaos seemed to have erupted in the cabins, clothes strewn through the place, assortment of rubbish decorating the exterior as students hurried to find all their things amongst fallen debris and old cabin pieces fallen to the ground. Right before the weekend, when everyone was readying to relax, now seemed to stem gossip that before tonight would have spread like a wildfire.
The question on everyone’s lips. Who was responsible?
Amos hadn’t even gone back to his cabin yet, he knew it would be too cramped, everyone bustling and accusing. And partially he did want to be in the line of those accusations, not that he had any credit to take for this. This destruction was done by someone he envied in this moment. But he figured later he’d return, pack his clothes back into bags and see what damage had been done. For now he sat out under the afternoon sun watching the calamity of students rush for all their belongings.
“I’ve not even seen you wear a pair like that,” His tone was easy, standing from his place and dusting grass from his back. “You trying to rake in all the goods you can?” But the question was smothered in a gentle tease, giving away his lack of belief in the words as he approached Arlo.
“And now you’re never going to, because some soon to be dead asshole thought it would a good idea to take ‘em.” Arlo made sure to rise his voice at the key words of the sentence. It wasn't a threat as much as it was an appeal. He didn't let things go easily, if he had to search the entire Retreat to find them and whoever was responsible for stealing his sunglasses he would, and then the fun part would begin.
He kicked around the item of clothing that lay beneath him, it was all messy and wrinkled and he could tell it was a poorly knitted sweater, he didn't have to lean down to graps the material to know it would itch against his skin. “Oh, clearly.” He cackled, sarcasm dripped down his words, he opened his arms wide and gestured around the mess they stood in. Arlo had always been one for the dramatics but ever since he had met Amos he could feel himself becoming even more so. “Such a fine collection, how could I resist?”
The hint of a smirk played at the curves of his lips the moment his eyes glanced over to Amos, he tried to hide it but it was already growing more and more. “Are you gonna help me look or are you just gonna stand there?”
“Oh shit, it’s my lucky socks,” Joss announced to nobody in particular, realising for the first time what it was that had been stolen from her. It seemed like just about everybody at the Retreat was missing one thing or the other and for a while, she’d thought she had been spared the angst but now she was realising that just like her peers, she’d been robbed of something strange. “They took my lucky socks,” she reiterated, lifting up her mattress to make sure there wasn’t anything stashed away under there to fool her. “That’s so fucking weird,” she was mostly talking to herself but she was sure that anybody that overheard her could agree that stealing a pair of used socks from somebody was strange. She wondered if they knew by now that they were lucky because she hadn’t washed them for seasons and only wore them for special games and competitive events.
“Tragic.” He exclaimed in a tone that lacked all emotion as he leaned on the door frame. Arlo was well aware he should probably go back to his room and help his roommates put the place back in order, but he had made it his mission to find the one thing he was missing, if he had to spend the rest of the night searching then so be it but he would get his sunglasses back. “Wait, what do you mean lucky so—” He sighed and waved a hand around as if he was physically dismissing the subject. Wasting time getting involved in other people’s business would get him no closer to finding what was his. The floorboards slightly creaked as he invited himself him. “Have you seen a pair of sunglasses laying around? Or a certain someone who might’ve taken them?”
You have got to be fucking kidding. It was already a load of horse shit that they had to stay in run-down cabins and now this? Emma had no idea why so many kids at this school believed in God when things like this happened. She was going to kill whoever did this. She’ll go straight to juvie, she didn’t even care. The worst part of it all was that she had to talk to people now. Because whoever did this was fucking thorough. It was like a hurricane blew through the place and everyone’s crap was all mixed up. For the most part, Emma has found most of her things. It wasn’t difficult. If something was black, it was usually hers. And she didn’t have too many things. But she was missing something. Something… dumb but it was important to her so she figured she’d ask around for it.
“Hey, have you seen like, a postcard?” Not like a postcard, a postcard. She was just fucking exhausted. Not to mention through-the-roof irritated. It was Friday. She just finished and submitted a bunch of shit at school. All she wanted to do this weekend was hole-up and watch some movies she downloaded while at the library. Hunting and collecting all of her crap off of the cabin floor was not part of the plan. “It says Portland on it.”
He was somewhat more calm now, but somewhat didn’t mean he wasn’t still frantically looking for his sunglasses. It shouldn’t bother him as much as it did, after all it wasn’t like he didn’t have three more pairs from where that one came from, but he was extremly particular about his clothes and even more so about accessories. If he had to stay up all night in order to find them, then so be it. “What do you know? It speaks!” He exclaimed eyeing her up and down. He wasn’t certain he had ever heard her speak before, and if he had he probably wasn’t paying enough attention to notice her. “Uh, no. But I’ll be on the look out for... what am I looking for? A black postcard? With some skulls on it, perhaps? Cobweb?”
At first, when they were just getting off the bus, he had almost laughed at the sudden make over the Retreat had gotten. It certainly made it look more colorful with all the stuff that were laying all over the place, but it wasn’t until he got closer that he realized that all those stuff he had originally thought was trash or food was nothing more than their belongings. His belongings. All color drained from him face in that moment.
Arlo rushed straight into his room, only to come face to face with an even bigger mess. Well, not really, the entire Retreat seemed to be in the same conditions but from the way his heart started beating the moment he saw his clothes laying all over the ground, one could’ve argued he had stepped into a war zone. He completely ignored whatever was going on outside of those four walls, as he took the time to carefully rearrange every item of clothing back into his suitcases. Some clothes were scattered on the floor, some he found on his roommates beds, and others he had to search for in the grass outside. He didn’t utter a single word to anyone as he did so, he could only handle so much right now.
He had been going through, his now organized belongings, over and over again but each time there was one item that was no where to be seen. His sunglasses. The black ones, to be more precise. He had found some of his stuff outside before, maybe he just needed to keep looking. Arlo was scanning the grass, but it was difficult to spot anything among all the clothes, books and other belongings that he couldn’t even care to name that laid all around the Retreat.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” He muttered to himself. He brought another three pair of sunglasses with him, but that was not the point, they were his and he wanted them back. Who the fuck had even done this? “Hey, you!” He called out without realizing he was stepping over something that certainly wasn’t grass and most definitely belonged to someone. “Did you see a pair of sunglasses laying around here somewhere? Black ray bands, golden earpiece.”
ARLO IVAN PORTER ( REECE KING ) is a EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR student at Broadripple Academy. HE is originally from MANHATTAN but moved to Broadripple TWO YEARS ago. HE is PASSIONATE and RESOURCEFUL but can also be UNSCRUPULOUS and VULGAR.
BASICS
Name: Arlo Ivan Porter
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
House: Fenwick
Cabin Room: 6, of the seniors cabin
How long have they been at Broadripple? Two years
Where are they from originally? Manhattan
Extra curricular: member of the swim team and member of SWAT.
Arlo was adopted when he was no older than nine months by Thomas and Camille Porter, a wealthy couple who made their fortune in art dealing and by building several art galleries all over the country. Because he was so young, Arlo has no memory of his biological parents. When he was old enough his parents sat down with him and told him he was adopted, they then proceed to tell him that if he ever wanted to try and find his biological parents they would help him in any way they could — but Arlo said he didn’t care about finding them or learning anything about them. When he was 15 years old, his mother thought it would be a good idea to find the name of his birth parents, she thought he might like to know that, but it was the opposite of anything he would’ve liked.
This resulted in him leaving his home, for five days his parents didn’t know where he was and looked for him everywhere. When the fifth day came Arlo, who had spend those lost days walking around and crashing with friends his parent’s didn’t know of, returned home. The subject of his birth parents was never brought up again. It’s a sensitive subject to him and he has never talked about it with anyone.
Arlo is a mamma’s boy. His parents are both loving and nurturing people, he has a close relationship with both of them but he feels closer to his mom. He would go into work with her sometimes, where he would wander around the halls of the art galleries, soaking in every piece of art that sorrounded him. His mother was always into fashion, and she made sure that her clothes made her stand out whenever she walked into a room. That’s part of the reason Arlo is into fashion as much as he is. Whenever he isn’t wearing the academy’s uniform you can catch him wearing the most insane patterns, and using colors that you proably didn’t even know existed before ( yes, he is very extra about his fashion sense, if i saw him down the street i would probably laugh too )
He’s a jock through and through. He started swimming when he was 15 as a hobbie but it wasn’t until he entered Broadripple that he started to look at it in a more serious tone. Since then he’s been taking his training incredibly serious, he works out everyday and watches what he eats. He’s incredibly competitive and he’s not beyond playing dirty to get what he wants. He’s well known around campus and he tends to abuse his popularity just because.
HEADCANONS
*screams* FUCK BOOOOOY
Seriously though. Arlo believes there’s not a person on the universe that wouldn’t want to sleep with him. Flirting comes as easily to him as breathing. He sleeps around and then discards people. Will text you “hey, u up?” at two am.
Big fan of musical theater.
Arlo has a lot anger issues. If something upsets him he’ll burry it for days, the anger starts to grow and grow until the smallest most insignificant thing will make him explote, and when it does, things aren’t pretty. He always has bruises on his body, and his knuckles are almost always a little rough.
His family has three dogs ( Zuko, Godzilla and Maul ) all named by him. He loves them more than anything.
He’s terrible at puzzles. If he sees one, he’ll take as a personal challenge to try and put it together ( spoiler alert: he won’t be able to )
He makes sure to keep good grades because he would hate to dissapoint his parents but he has very little interest in most subjects except for english and history.
He has a Tiktok account with a decent amount of followers.
Crop top king™
QUESTIONS ABOUT THE RETREAT
What do they think about The Retreat?
He hates it. This boy can’t go a day without checking his social media, he can’t stand being in a place with no signal nor wifi. The only positive thing he can find in all of it is the lake, at least he won’t be forced to stop his training.
Do they have any previous experience with camping or other outdoors?
Very little, he went camping twice with his parents when he was younger.
What does their cabin bunk look like? How will they decorate their space?
A picture of his dogs pinned to the wall. Two medals he won for swimming. The playbill of Hadestown next to an ironic poster of shrek. He took two suitcases with him and two bags, despite the fact that they told him to pack light. They’re all stuffed under the bed but they don’t quite fit.
Do they believe in the supernatural? To what degreee?
Not at all. He doesn’t believe any of the rumors about the place, he thinks they’re nothing but bonfire stories to scare juniors.
