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stay for as long as you have time so the m e s s that we'll become leaves something to talk about. [ indie rp blog for jules louden from the cabin in the woods. selective. nsfw. ]

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        ❝ —- Jules right? Curt’s girlfriend? ❞

         Holden wasn’t usually one to approach people but given his new found friendship with a couple of the other players on the team he figures that it’s worth it to expand social circles as far as he can, and if that included getting to know partners then so be it. Granted there were plenty other opinions but the crazy brunette in the corner was already onto her seventh cup of straight vodka and that mess was something that he preferred to stay well away from. Then there was another blonde, that he shamefully can’t remember the name of, sulking outside because of some crazy boyfriend troubles and while advice on certain subjects could be given he knows that when it comes to relationships it’s probably more suitable to find a list of Jerry’s final thoughts then to ask him.

          He holds out the cup for her to take, not the most appropriate if you take stranger danger into account but he hopes that whatever state she in permits her to just take it so that he doesn’t seem like that much of a loser.

                   ❝ I’m Holden, I’m on the team ❞

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         ❝ Oh, hey! ❞  And just like that, she was acting as though she'd known the young man for years, when in reality she'd merely sensed the apprehension in his tone, not to mention the sort of half-smile, half-grimace he'd managed to offer as a follow-up to his introduction.  Her own smile was broad and bright, not unlike the shade she'd recently decided to dye her hair. It was a bold decision, but after reassurances from her friends that, no, it didn't look as awful as she'd made it out to be, she'd come to love the new color.            ❝ You settling in alright? Parties around here can                get a little crazy, so... find a spot. Stick to it. And                don't leave it too often, unless you need a refill. ❞ 

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Turnaround

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With a smile, Marty lifted his head in acknowledgement, intensely pleased that she had remembered. It wasn’t like they’d ever directly spoken to each other beforehand, after all. So he definitely wouldn’t have held it against her for not being able to place a name to the face, much less his face. He wouldn’t put much stock on his mug being memorable to her when he was sure she was a busy, busy girl. Although it didn’t stop him from slanting a humored glance her way from beneath the fringe of his eyelashes.

❝You got it.❞ Arms spanned at either side of him, palms spreading invitingly. ❝The one and only! Unless there’s another Marty around here that I don’t know about.❞ Lips quirked in amusement, before relaxing at his sides. He wasted no time taking another hit from his joint. When he was done, he continued,

❝That it has, that it has…although it looks like the party’s winding down now. Guess it’s just that time. You have any plans after this whole shebang is said and done?❞ 

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Oddly enough, Jules had always had a knack for putting faces with names. Her Econ teacher back in high school had hated her for it, as she'd been able to ace the infamous 'Faces Test', for which her teacher was known to take great pleasure in handing back failing grades. Econ had never been her strong point (she'd always preferred Biology and English), but at least she'd been able to rub the biggest test of the semester right in her teacher's face.  ❝ Plans? No, not really. I mean, unless you count heading back to my dorm and jamming alone to some guilty pleasure pop tunes in my pajamas while my roommate's out doing god knows what in her boyfriend's van, theeen... no. I don't have any plans. Why? ❞ 

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And Then There Were Two

Marty sat on the edge of the dock, feet dangling and toes skimming the surface of the calm, blue surface. He was content to look on as his friends carried on having a good time, swimming and messing around with one another, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. As for Marty? He was having his own good time, sealing his mouth around the little white stick crafted by his own design and inhaling lungfuls of smoke. 

He closed his eyes, relishing in the warmth of the sun, the breeze on his face. Nothing like a little quality time in the great outdoors to unwind and chill out. This was exactly the reason he’d agreed to come out here after all. 

Eventually after twenty minutes or so, he stood back up. Brandishing a grin, he waved off any protests amiably; ❝Don’t let me spoil your fun! And hey, if you need me? You know where to find me.❞ He inclined his head, towel still slung around his neck, and with a wink made his quick departure.

When he made it back, he came to a halt outside, staring on at the structure speculatively for a series of quiet moments. He supposed it had its charm, but there was still something about it…He didn’t take too long to think on it, shaking the paranoid thoughts free before reaching out to push the door open. Then he was ambling towards his room to get ready, before heading for the bathroom. Might as well take advantage while the rest of them were gone.

Edging past the shower curtain with one hand, Marty turned the cold water up to halfway and then quickly the hot nearly all the way. It was a surprise to know this place had running utilities considering the gas station they passed, but better than washing off outside with a pale of water. Heat beginning the steam up the mirror, Marty reached to the hem of his shirt and pulled up and over.

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Jules, in the meantime, had been exacting her well-deserved revenge on Curt, who'd shoved her into the water just after their arrival on the dock. They, along with Dana and Holden, had agreed to a game of chicken, which Jules didn't intend to lose. If she was a bit aggressive and pushed Curt down into the water a bit longer than necessary in the process, well-- so be it. He'd get over it. If not, she'd make it up to him later. After noticing her friend's departure, however, she took a minute or two before excusing herself from the group, attributing it to the call of nature and insisting that, no, she couldn't "just go out here". Hadn't they ever heard of poison ivy?  The house was quiet, a welcome change from the splashing and yelling she'd just left behind. The sound of the shower was the only noise permeating the air. Slow, purposeful footsteps carried her along the wooden floor until she reached the bathroom, only to find Marty with his back turned, his shirt discarded on the rack near the sink. It wasn't until she pressed up to his back, her still-wet bikini top rubbing against his skin, that she even announced her presence.  ❝ Still as lanky as I remember. ❞

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Turnaround

Marty was feeling a bit of a buzz thanks to the alcohol in his system, but nothing major. Nowhere in the realm of puking-your-guts-out levels of inebriation, which suited him just fine. Somewhere between the haze of smoke and dim lighting, he found her. It didn’t seem a likely turn of events he would run into her here of all places, but then again, she was gorgeous and her eyes were bright and sparkling with laughter. He thought she’d always seemed fun, but he had just never been afforded the chance to properly talk to her.

That was, until now.

There was a moment of recollection, an expectant look, and then he said, ❝Hey! Jules…right?❞ 

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Whose party this was, she didn't know. All she knew was that she'd been dragged here by some dime-a-dozen, here-on-daddy's-money frat girl that spoke to her like they'd been best friends their entire lives, then ragged on her behind her back. It was just like high school, really, cliques and all. And just like high school, Jules had refused to get involved with any of them. There'd been no cheerleading as a teenager, and now, there'd be no annoying sorority meetings and pledges (which she still swore involved some kind of blood oath, with the way the 'sisters' traveled in inseparable packs).  Upon being addressed, she whirled around, blue eyes narrowing as she studied the young man's oddly familiar face. ❝ Yeah... ❞ she said warily, tilting her head ever so slightly. ❝ And you're... God, don't tell me. Uhm. Mike? No... Marty! You're Marty. Sorry, it's-- woo. It's been a long night. ❞

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                                        she smiles ( less often ) now.

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A fanmix for the fun, the carnage, the bloodshed, and the cataclysmic events that transpired at everyone's favorite vacation spot.

                                                     [  l i s t e n . ]  i. own little world (remorse code remix)  ||  celldweller ii. senioritis  ||  the red jumpsuit apparatus  iii. if i had a heart  ||  fever ray  iv. scarlet   ||  akira yamaoka  v. the devil within (piano ver.)  ||  digital daggers  vi. ascent  ||  cris velasco  vii. devil's laughter  ||   akira yamaoka  viii. hell arrives  ||  blue stahli   ix. the end of all things  ||  panic! at the disco  x. house of the rising sun  ||  five finger death punch