leyton in every episode: 3x17 - who will survive, and what will be left of them
@rvbbins
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@axstewart
leyton in every episode: 3x17 - who will survive, and what will be left of them
@rvbbins
Alexa tucked her hair behind her ear, surveying the array of photos that she had roped this poor, unsuspecting victim into taking. Little did they know, theyâd be here for a long time. It was hard to get an instagram as perfect as hers. It took patience, dedication...
And an unrelenting desire to look amazing at all times. âLook, itâs fall now. I look amazing in the fall and these are just not doing it justice. Can you try getting a different angle? This straight-on thing looks terrible on everyone.â
im a power couple with myself. i love us. we work hard
@rvbbins
Alexa was sitting on Prestonâs deskâthe little shit got his own desk, much to her chagrinâand in the middle of typing up some other fuckerâs report he was too lazy to do. But that was fine because this was information she could easily leak later. What wasnât fine was Prestonâs incessant whining.
Heâd been bothering her all day. She was still hungover, she was pretty sure. Her patience was running lowâno, empty. And she had been planning on saving her ammunition from the weekend for a better time, a more convenient opportunity, but she just couldnât help herself. âWell, you little bastard,â she interrupted without looking up, âyouâre a terrible kisser.â
rvbbinsâ:
âyouâre whatâs fucking wrong with me! you push and push and push and expect me to shut the fuck up cause you canât take what youâre dishing out!â he groans, gripping at his hair with his free hand. âyou are the shittiest, most awful human being i have ever met. get the fuck out of my sight.â
âOh, youâre one to fucking talk, you son of a bitch,â she snapped, getting ready to storm away from him. But then he told her to do just that and she knew she wasnât going to. âNo fucking way. If you donât want to be around me, you get the fuck out of my life. Youâve got your dad wrapped around your finger, so change your fucking schedule. Donât be such a fucking crybaby.â
[sms] hey idk where this rumor that im dead came from [sms] but itâs not true
[sms: jesse] yeah tf is that about?
[sms: jesse] crazy shit lately man
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rvbbinsâ:
he looks up at her, and for a moment becomes unreadable. until he lashes out, grabbing alexaâs arm roughly. âyou know what?â his voice is lower now, deeper. âyou donât know anything about me. and right now. youâre testing your fucking luck.â he pulls away from her, lighting up another cigarette with shaking hands. you need to calm down.Â
He didnât say anything and she held out a dollar bill with a twinkle in her eye. Good, she had him speechless- And then he grabbed her arm. âHey-!â she shoved at his chest, furious and honestly, scared, but she covered that up with more anger. She was standing, had her bag in one hand and tossed her open wallet into it to leave the other free to slap him if necessary. âThe fuck is wrong is with you, Preston?â
insp.
SMS: even with all the mistakes youâve made, almost getting expelled, everyone still seems to love you. that silicon valley internship you got is really the only reason youâre still at west valley, isnât it? but i bet it will be the last straw when they find out youâve been giving up company info for quick cash. x
WEST VALLEY U IS LOOKING FOR THE BABY DOLL, ALEXA STEWART
HOMEÂ NAVIGATION PLOT RULES APPLICATION ASK SEASON ONE
west valley is a newly revamped roleplay centered at a rich private university in california. itâs based off of pretty little liars and gossip girl and the focus of this is a girl named annie, who supposedly died. however, a group of characters have been getting messages from her. these messages arenât just nice âi know your secretâ messages. annie is going to give your characters tasks, choices, and dares. if sheâs ignored, your characterâs secret is out. and these secrets? letâs just say your character is going to want to take them to the grave.
lucasfckingkellerâ:
Luke picked up the phone, and called the first number he saw still feeling the effects of the alcohol. He waited until someone answered the phone, and then began speaking âAyyeee, itâs Luke. It was bound to happen eventually my dude, but I finally got an underage. I donât really know who to call. Iâm broke, and did I mention donât really know who to call.â He paused for a moment before continuing âSo, like can you bail ya boi out?â
Alexa had woken up to her phone ringing off the hook, tons of people from ASP that sheâd given her number to in a drunk, high stupor. They all knew she was 21 since sheâd been able to show the police her real ID... and they all thought she could help them. Well, she wouldnât. Idiots couldnât run fast enough. Sheâd been caught and not caught many, many times. Didnât mean she had any sympathy for anyone else. Especially not the ones she didnât remember. âNo, sorry. Iâm hungover as fuck and I donât know anybody named Luke, so...â she shrugged. Even though he couldnât see her, she was sure heâd hear the gesture in her wildly apathetic voice.
rvbbinsâ:
âto me that just sounds like you have absolutely nothinâ.â at the comment about his father, he snickers. âyouâre totally wrong on that one. iâm finally in the good books- so much in fact, i could probably get him to disown you.â daddyâs little guy, jesus fucking christ. âi donât need money, alexa. you should know that by now. we work for the same company and.. youâre an intern.âÂ
That didnât make any sense. Alexa made a face, ignoring that comment. Preston in the good books? Sure, when pigs fly. And she knew she was an intern and it stung, hell, it sucked ass. She didnât need Preston to remind her. âYou might not need it, but you want it. You want to get drunk and high. And for that you need to buy drugs and alcohol. Let me help a friend out,â she said, sickly sweet.
rvbbinsâ:
âcalling me stupid. i see weâre bringing out the big guns.â he smirks, taking another drag from his cigarette. âi evolved to survive, not please every little princess that blows my dad for a job.â of course, that was just speculation on his part. âby the way, doll. youâll never get rid of me.â he winks, blowing smoke in her direction.
âYou donât deserve insults that Iâve spent time on.â She dismissed him with her nose wrinkled, rolling her eyes yet again. âOh, please. If I were blowing your dad, Iâd have convinced him to disown you by now. This is all thanks to my own lovely father who thinks he can threaten me with hard work.â She pulled out her wallet and looked him in the eye. âHow much for you to go overdose?â