welcome aboard, briar phoenix, student #36. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like alva bratt? according to our records, you hail from houston, texas, prefer she/her pronouns, are cisfemale, and are here to study business management. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your money â we wonât tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + adventurous + creative, but also - thoughtless. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the arcade. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed your twin brotherâs old cap. hopefully your roommates donât steal it!
welcome briar phoenix. sheâs student #36, which makes her ex-girlfriend of #2 and rival of #33. please do not hesitate to message me for plots if you play any of the two.Â
sheâs from houston, texas. born and raised.Â
sheâs from a very wealthy family. lives in some kind of estate, kind of mansion. lots of trips growing up, an absent father who was always busy, and an alcoholic mother, who wonât accept it. Â
she had a twin brother, will, who was the only person she really had a connection with. but he recently passed in a car accident, and this was briarâs way to get away, as well as her parentâs idea of her to get her mind off of it. itâs bullshit, if you ask her.Â
she chose business management, mainly because her father wants her to take over the business (itâs a wine business). it would have been will, but since he isnât around, now itâs on her.Â
she got mean girl personality. very charming, very flirty, but very not honest. very sassy. sheâs got lots of suffering inside she covers up with meanness, but sheâs actually a softy with too many insecurities that only a couple people have ever gotten to see, (def #2 has, and perhaps why they broke up??).
sheâs very smol. very tiny. very feisty. sheâs the physical embodiment of âthough she be but little, she is fierce.â
she loves the color red, loves skimpy clothes, loves cherries, and every single candy including it.Â
idk more on her soon. sheâs new. kfjdhsdkj,
pls message me or like this and iâll IM you if you want to plot!!Â
all connections are up! i want her to have a best friend whoâs also kind of mean, someone sheâs soft for, someone she has a crush on, friends with benefits, etc.
her heart breaks seeing the tears and she barely restrains herself from going over and giving briar a hug, only because sheâs very mindful of personal space. instead, she reaches over and gives briarâs arm a small squeeze. âno need to apologize,â she repeats the sentiment and offers a consoling smile. âi promise not to bring it up if you donât wanna talk about it. just, you know ⊠if you ever did, iâm totally here. it sounds like your parents put a lot of pressure on you. thatâs never easy.â
briar looked up, half smiling at the other, feeling her warmth and sincerity, which was not something she showed a lot, but loved to recognize in others. she looked around, specifically at the door, then moved to the other corner of the room so nobody could see her cry. âtell me about it,â she sighed, sitting in a corner. âwhatâs funny is... i donât even think they knew i existed until my brother died.â
âreally? this was the first place i visited, and still is my favorite.â briar smiled as they walked across the arcade room, which was surprisingly chill at this time of the day. she would consider it, but she also liked being watched as she broke several records, so there was much to think about. âuhm... well, pacman is a classic, but i also like the zombie one. itâs kindaâ you know, just shoot the zombie kinda thing, but it can get really hard.â
ruby was facing the window and her back to the door when she heard a heated phone call (it was one sided so she just assumed thatâs what happened.) it was obviously a private conversation and the last thing that she wanted was to make briar feel like she was listening in on purpose and she really tried not to. hoping the other would walk away but when briar threw the phone so unexpected, she couldnât help but let out a gasp. ruby slowly turned in her seat to face the girl, âyouâre doing a good job at it, got me on the edge of my seat.â she played along with a soft smile because what else could she have said? she made her way to the other, keeping her distance in case she needed it, âis there something i could for you?â
briar didnât look up until she was sure she had some sense of self control, where she wouldnât burst into tears if she spoke, but her father had said just the right words to put a hole in her heart and stomach all at the same time. she half laughed then, the embarrassment too heavy on her shoulders in that moment. âgoodâ at least iâve got a plan b in my life,â she exhaled, then slowly look up. âi donât know... i donâtâ i donât think anyone can do shit for me. not even myself.â she sighed out, sitting down in one of the couches with her head between her knees.
yikes. itâs a terrible conversation to have overheard and jules finds herself waging an internal war over whether to just let it slide and pretend she hadnât heard or addressing it and seeing if she can help. in the end, she decides erring on the side of tact is best. âdonât worry about it,â jules says, waving the apology away. âyou sure everythingâs okay? that was some good acting.â
briar is still trying to control her tears and wipe the ones that managed to spill out of her eyes with the backs of her hands. âiâmâ itâs okay... kind ofâ iââ briar bit down her bottom lip. âitâs just... grades and stuff, you know? apparently i canât be a fucking adult for myself.â she sighed, getting under control again. or as much as she could in that moment. âiâm sorry you had to see that... justâ please promise youâll forget about it.â
âno, dad... thatâs not how it isââ briar tried to keep herself shushed as she walked down the halls, only to get into the first lounge room she found open. it only took a look around for her to believe the place was empty. âfor fuckâs sake, dad. itâs a fucking D, not the end of the fucking world!â she yelled at the phone, getting angrier by the second. âno, i know my brother would haveââ another pause. âyeah, well, i wish i was dead instead too!â and with that, briar ended the call and tossed her phone to the other side of the room, gasping as she looked up only to realize she was not, in fact, alone as she thought. âfuckâ sorry. iâ i was... rehearsing.â and that was the first thing she could come up with. perhaps her father wasnât too wrong about her being the least smart member of her family. || @seasstartsâ
           â iâve spent the morning hungover , but also with my face in a few different books & now , i reward myself with some much anticipated whiskey . â fletcher brings his glass up for a sip , a drink he ordered from a bar near one of the pools , â whatâs the saying â itâs five oâclock somewhere â â as if he needed a reason to have a glass of whiskey in hand . â my schedule is scotch tape though   clear as ever . if you donât have plans already , can i fancy you in joining me for a game in the arcade    or some mini golf , if you prefer ⊠if itâs any incentive , drunk me is highly uncoordinated , so the chances of you winning raises with every drink i down . â
was the scotch reference a pun? maybeâ it was a bad one though, she couldnât bring herself to laugh. to be fair, briar wanted to ignore him, but the offer of an easy win at the arcade sounded much too good to let pass. âfor the record, iâd win you sober too. but... i want something if i win. satisfaction isnât enough anymore. i want a bottle of... whatever your drinking.â
âi gotta find a lot of gifts,â river spoke, eyeing the first booth in the market as the pair began their long trek through the isla crue flea market. âmy sisterâs birthday is coming up and one of my brothers just graduated.â not to mention they would probably end up with an armful of useless knick knacks to take back to their dorm ⊠just because. river didnât have much self control.Â
âgifts? are you going to.... ship them or just keep them forever until we get back to landââ as if they were not in land already. âyou know what i mean...â it felt almost weird to think of going back anywhere. the ship was their home now. she didnât want to go back home at all.
The first thing Jude did when they docked in Mexico was go to the market, returning far too long later with an armful of flowers. His least favorite thing about being on the cruise was being away from flowers, so he didnât waste any time. He had taken a bit to explore and leave flowers in random places â a classic Jude trait. Heâd never see who ended up with the flowers, but he hoped it would at least brighten someoneâs day. He turned and waved at the familiar face. âHi! May I interest you in a flower? Take anyone you want,â he offered with a goofy smile on his face. For Jude, this was as good as life got. @seasstartsâ
it felt like this stop was bigger than the othersâ or perhaps she was just feeling a little lonely as she walked away from the beach and moved into the small stores and markets around, without finding anyone she knew. or maybe she was just too distracted because she looked up to find Jude in the same stop as her. âOhâ you mean that? Like... any flower?â
âmy motivation sure as hell isnât buying you a drink even if i win!â duckie laughed from a few yards in front of briar, genuinely losing her sandals and grabbing a strangerâs towel in the process of running. her laughter turned chaotic at the accusation of cheating, but ended abruptly when she skidded a few feet once inside and had to catch herself on the wall. âoh shit! dry floor, wet feet. i repeat, dry floor!â
âand yet you accepted itâ sore loser!â briar said, still struggling to move in fucking flip flops and wet clothes and a towel. she saw her chance, however, as they got inside, and saw duckie almost slipâ she was ready to stop (it wasnât like she wanted to see the other break a leg or her nose), but when duckie caught herself from a wall, briar decided to run a little faster. âshould have thought about it before leaving your shoes behind,â she scoffed, passing her as she wrote an L on her forehead with his fingers.