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CARTI WRIGHT. CORNELL SOPHOMORE, SOCIAL WORK.

“Ways I'm like a tea kettle: 1) need water 2) start screaming when someone forgets about me 3) could burn down a house but probably never will.”

#♡ about carti.#ithacaintro

P E R C Y

He couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, the subtle horror in his lack of education in the art of taking photos. He wasn’t someone who thought too much about it, standing and looking at the right moments in time to land a successful photo were almost purely coincidental. “That might be the reason that my camera roll is lacking in photos of myself.” Not that he minded, PJ preferred to live in the moment rather than capture it. “Oh it exists, selfies are rare…it’s mostly videos.” He shrugged looking back at her with a smile on his face. “Guess you’ll have to teach me a thing or two after this photo shoot.”

✩

“you’re kidding,” carti guffawed, hand to her chest like she was affronted by his answer. her camera roll had.. hundreds, if not thousands of selfies. it would’ve been embarrassing to admit if she actually cared what anyone else thought about it, but she enjoyed the aesthetic of it all to care enough to stop. “with that face? i can’t believe that you barely take selfies. what do you put on tinder, then?” and maybe she was flirting, but could she really be blamed? she laughed yet again as she went on, “please tell me it’s not just meme pictures, and the description saying ‘ask me whatever you wanna know’? but then again.. you seem the mysterious type, now that i think about it.”

#♡ perseus dawson.

P E R S E U S:

Greeted by a handful of shots PJ was happily waiting his turn at one of the pinball machines. His mind was barely on anything but games, though the initial shock of someone running into him caused him to lose focus. “Wait — what? You want me to stand here and press a button for you?” He questioned, wondering how her thought process got them to this point. “Are selfies not acceptable anymore?” He teased, holding out his hand to accept her offer. “What do I get out of this exactly? Of course, other than helping you capture all of shoe angles.”

his simplification of taking a picture made her roll her eyes in amusement, shaking her head and only further amused when he makes a point of selfies. “oh, no, no,” she denied, handing over the phone with laughter. even though he was teasing her, she still didn’t hesitate in allowing him to fulfill the request since he’d held his hand out in acceptance of it, regardless. “you’re so cute, but have so little knowledge,” she teased back, “selfies are for stories, or for the third picture in your post. the first two have to be taken by someone else, or.. by a timer, if you’re a loner.” the latter was said not as an insult, but as an statement in fact. “do you even have instagram? i’m afraid to know what your feed looks like, if all you know is selfies.”

#♡ perseus dawson.

H E R M I N A:

hermina doesn’t know where she had been going, she’d been pulled to dance after the drinks she took easily started making their effect and next thing she knows, she’s somewhere else completely different other than by her group. that’s no good, she thinks as she begins to amble around. much to her luck however, she stumbled into carti… and despite the girl no having recognise hermina, hermina is just about the same. “ oh, sure! ” hermina smiled widely, if she had been sober, she would’ve given a more wordy and questionable response but the drinks hadn’t made her care. “ well, i don’t really know mine so maybe five seconds won’t be enough for us–but i also need to find my friends, it’s the point of the night where i have no sense of direction. ”

the edges of her gaze is blurred with intoxication, and maybe that’s why she doesn’t immediately recognize hermina. but her voice struck a chord of familiarity, and that was enough for carti to lean into her and cup the girls cheeks in her hands (though it’s a bit of an awkward stance, especially with her phone in one hand separating hermina’s cheek and her own palm, but drunken carti didn’t pay any mind to such things). “how can you not know your angles? you’re, like, super gorgeous. every angle is a good angle,” she pouts, but now that they’re in such close proximity, it’s gone just as quickly as it came and replaced with a blinding grin. “mina, mina, where have you been?” and there’s a slight separation, as if carti doesn’t recognize that the person she was just speaking with is the same as who she finally recognizes as her best friend standing in front of her.

#♡ hermina marsden.#this is so cute and funny JKSLDJF

closed: for @peachcav

location: daddy’s

there was really no plausible reason for carti to be working at daddy’s. she didn’t need the money, didn’t even need a job for any reason other than that she was bored. but even during work it’d get boring, and she glanced around to make sure that saint wasn’t around before taking a seat in one of the booths that was reserved for later in the night, pulling her phone out of the waistband of her shorts. it couldn’t hurt to sit down for a bit, right? and after a minute or so of sitting down she’d taken another glance around to witness her best friend passing by, carti reaching out to grab her wrist to get her attention. “i’m taking a break,” she said over the music, “wanna sit with me?”

#♡ peach cavanaugh.

closed: for @henelgin

location: henley’s residence

“do you have a mushroom that i can, like, put in her coffee or something that’ll make her stop being such a bitch?” she’d been pacing, complaining about her mother’s latest lecture over staying out too late when it was summer time and she was a twenty one year old adult. “why is she making unannounced visits to me for, anyways? can’t she just call? just because i’m not leaving a friend’s house until nine in the morning doesn’t mean i’m doing the walk of shame, or however she described it. that’s such an outdated phrase, anyways, she’s literally such a boomer.”

#to be carti's friend is to hear all of her complaining about her mom..amen #♡ henley elgin.

D I A H:

It was hard to argue with that kind of logic. Diah’s shoulders lifted in a shrug, limbs loosened by the happy hour drinks she’d taken advantage of. Lucky’s wasn’t her usual go to spot, but with the earliest happy hour in town, she could put up with the obnoxious clack of the pinball machines and the occasional rouge ski ball rolling past her feet. “Well, if you already know all your angles.” Her amusement was clear in the chuckle laced through her tone, eyebrows raising just slightly as she held out her hand for the phone stretched into the space between them.

✩

“you’re an angel, thank you,” and carti thought she may as well be, blonde hair framing her face in a vision of what everyone believed angels to look like, instead of the more realistic, biblical version with ten or twenty eyes. “c’mon, let’s go to the balcony. it’ll be the perfect backdrop,” she suggested excitedly after handing over the phone to the girl, turning immediately after to run off towards the balcony, making her way through the crowd without a glance back in a naive show of trust.

#♡ diah boregard.

closed: for @lencovellos

location: bar argos

“i was recently reading this book, and it spoke all about the study of hallucinatory ‘voices’ seeming to be shaped by local culture. in the united states, the voices are known to be harsh and threatening while those heard by schizophrenics in places like africa and india tend to be more benign and playful. what do you think this says about us? i can’t imagine it says anything particularly good, and it makes me wonder just how chaotic our culture as a country is compared to others.” carti knew that she was taking up len’s time, but were the men at the end of the bar really more important than her? she was already two drinks in, and needed stimulating conversation to be sane. “anyways. what’s your best shot? isn’t there one called a gummy bear? i wanna try that one.”

#♡ len covello.

S E Y D A:

“YOU KNOW IM ALWAYS A PHONE CALL AWAY.” Seyda had been protective over her sister and her friends, getting close to many of them over time and Carti was no exception. So it wasn’t odd for her to be here to hang out with her. “Do you need to vent about something or are you just here to get your full of my positive energy? I’m only asking because if it’s the latter, you’re going to be disappointed. I’ve had idiots come here since morning and my patience with customers is at an all time low.” Not that she’d put any of that on Carti, though. “I could but he’s a dick so I might just duck into my office to do some paper work and if anyone asks, I’m interviewing you for a new job. Let’s go.” Seyda said with a grin as she headed to the office that she shared with the other management team.

✩

“oh, i’m just here to chill with you. i needed my caffeine fix, and i hate to drink alone.. you know me,” carti explained with a shrug of her shoulder. to the local extrovert, cartia wright, solitude was loneliness to her. something like sitting alone at a coffee shop, or staying at home with nothing to do and no one to be with.. it just wasn’t her cup of tea, not in the slightest. she’d grown up with groups of people around her at all times- sleepovers, family dinners, company over almost every day. even coming to ithaca, she found family in friends like seyda and her sister, and everyone else she’d met so far. it was effortless for carti to make friends.

“oh, i’m like.. so underdressed for an interview. maybe i should’ve called first, these people are gonna think i’m really wearing adidas and ivy park to an interview.” she spared a glance down at her outfit, letting out a sigh. at least she looked cute, still. “i’m about to be your new coworker, so behave over there,” carti called out to the huddled group of workers, throwing a glare their way as she and seyda made their way to her office.

#♡ seyda reis.

B E D I A H:

He was content with her brief disappointment, only to see her spirits jump right back up once he took on her proposition. Bo tucked away the smirk on his lips as he collected his things to follow their lead.

“That’s an… interesting pick me up to keep in your office,” He noted, lack of a better word coming to mind as he considered what was the easiest to conceal let alone satisfy a craving. It was rich, that’s all he could think of. The choice brought a sense of luxury to it that he wondered played a role in pacing, justification, or if it was meant for sharing and show instead of personal indulgence.

✩

“i know, right? she’s so fucking pretentious, it drives me crazy,” cartia declared with a roll of her eyes, standing from the table and moving to gather all of her items together so they could make their way across campus to the philosophy professor’s office. she held a lot of love for her mother, sure, but the strict expectations on her and the hypocrisy of her trying to keep carti contained, keep her tame, when she herself was a wild card throughout her college years from how her father spoke of it.. she couldn’t help but treat her mother with distain. “are you coming, or what?”

#♡ bediah boregard.

closed: for @saintcorvins

location: daddy’s

“sir father,” carti’s fingers wrapped around his jacket sleeve and tugged on it in the direction she’d just come from, none of her usual playful tone when she’d been looking for him the past ten minutes. “some guy said that there’s throw up in the men’s bathroom.. please don’t make me clean it. i’m too pretty to clean up throw up, right?” she was grasping at straws, really, but it would be counter-productive to make her clean the bathroom when all she’d do is add to the mess. “i’ll literally, like, throw up myself if i have to clean it. you don’t want people talking about your poor bottle girl throwing up in the men’s bathroom, do you?”

#♡ saint corvin.#her calling him sir father is the funniest thing in the world to me thanks

K A I A:

snapping away at some of her best work yet, kaia watched on with a cheshire like grin holding across her features before handing back the phone. “girl, you made it easy- i just snapped away as you showed everyone what it means to vogue.” pointing two fingers to her eyes and then shifting one back to the new found friend a small laugh escaped in response. “i see you miss thing, i see you and don’t worry about the credit. i tend to fly under the radar with the socials anyways.”

✩

with the admission of her flying under the radar with social media, she couldn’t help the surprise that showed on her features. it was something unseen in current day society, and carti hated the fact that she would never be able to survive without her socials. “i don’t know how you do it, honestly.. an inspiration to us all, i need to become more unplugged,” carti admitted, laughing along with the other girl. “what are you drinking tonight? let me buy your second one. i’m cartia, by the way, but everyone calls me carti.”

#♡ kaia thompson.

closed: for @asherfms

location: collegetown bagels

“oh, great.” all carti wanted was a bagel, not to be witness of the trainwreck that was asher reed in her vicinity. with everything that’d gone down between he and peach, she had more than enough reason to hate him. she had half a mind to turn around and walk right out of the building, but.. the best place in town for an everything bagel was collegetown, and her pride wouldn’t let her leave if she wanted to. “first i had to see you at that damn concert of yours, now i have to see you in my sacred place of bagels? can’t you go off on tour again, or something?”

#asher peach besties...which means asher carti ENEMIES #♡ asher reed.

K A I A:

a sweet voice catching her attention first as chocolate hues fell onto a beautiful women to match the honey tone. “do i wanna help the world show this fit? yes ma’am.” she chimed with humor laced in her words and a bright smile to match, extending her hand for the phone. kaia prided herself on a good aesthetic and was happy to lend her creative input.” alright- her attention focused on the screen and image of the stranger on it. the light reflecting back on her features as she lined up just the right angle.” oooo, a model who is sheeeeee.” kaia chimed, hoping for a smile to break from the other.

✩

and that was the exact energy carti needed in her life. she didn’t have to plead her case any more, just had to hand the phone over and take a few steps back to hop up onto the pool table currently being played on, but that was of no concern to cartia. “sorry, babes,” carti apologized to the people playing, her tone showing no hints of remorse in it but it was the thought that counted, right? posing was like second nature to her by that point, and it was like her eyes had stars in them looking at the girl behind her phone. once she was sure they got a good couple of photos in, she hopped down and approached the girl singing her praises, “you’re literally the best, i could kiss you. i need to at you in these pics when i post them on insta, 'cause i already know you deserve the creds for those.”

#♡ kaia thompson.

B E D I A H:

Despite the silence that hung over the library, whining seemed to always have a way of becoming part of the boredom that was draped over all those desperate to get work done. It had taken him a moment to realize that defeat against productivity had come from Carti this time, and the furrow of his brow came in a slow ripple over his features.

“I finally got momentum, and you’re gonna interrupt it with that?” He scoffed, but his notebook had fallen closed this time for good. Bo was devoted to his studies, but he lived with the smell of smoke from burning himself out. A break was easily deserved. “What’s her poison?”

✩

carti visibly deflated at his response questioning her, shoulders dropping and her lower lip jutting out in a pout. “didn’t think you’d be the fun police,” she argued, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest, though her interest was piqued by the sight of his notebook closing. maybe she was a little too quick to assume he’d shoot her down, a little too used to the strictness of her mother and a little too used to rejection from her father.

what’s her poison? and carti’s pout wiped away, replaced with a giddy grin as she sat up straight in her chair, like an excitable child. “mezcal- you know, the ones with the scorpions at the bottom?”

#♡ bediah boregard.

S E Y D A:

“YOU’RE AN ANGEL.” she said as she took the coffee from her friend. “How’ve you been?” Seyda asked as she pulled her friend in for a hug. Carti was like a little sister to her and she made sure to check up whenever she could. “It’s been slow as hell. I’m getting off in a little over an hour. I could leave earlier but I don’t know if I trust the giggling idiots in the corner.” A group of her employees had assembled to speak since there were no customers around.

✩

carti took the compliment with a knowing grin, shrugging her shoulder the slightest bit as she responded, “i know. i’m good, today’s been chill. haven’t seen your sister today, but i needed a reis fill so i figured i’d find you.” if not spending time with seyda’s sister, one of her closest friends since coming to ithaca, she’d find seyda instead. they’d become like a second family to her, and carti figured by now she respected seyda more than she respected her own mother. “ew,” she muttered at the sight of the employees huddled up, nose scrunched in disapproval. “i mean, fuck capitalism and all, but like, i don’t even think they’d notice if someone came up to check out. they could at least pay attention to their jobs.” with a sigh, carti turned her gaze back to seyda curiously. “can you call in the next manager a little early?”

#♡ seyda reis.

L U C I E:

— ITS NOT HARD to make lucie happy … she’s easily an agreeable person . however , if there was one certain way to keep her beaming throughout the day , it is to do something nice for her . something nice like making a dinner and sharing said dinner together . it was often the little things that lucie adored and walking around the grocery store with her best friend was easily one of the highlights of her dreary tiresome week . “ okay , my dear , i gotcha … gou - da , gouda … ” the blonde repeated in a sing song voice , expression thoughtful as her gaze slowly wandered about to other ingredients . baking ingredients that were required for classic macarons . “ hmm , wine sounds yum . lets make it merlot instead of moscato , it’ll pair with the gouda so well . ” she playfully bumps shoulders with the brunette and giggles . “ what are you in the mood for for dessert ? anything in particular ? ”

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carti looped her arm through lucie’s to stay close while the blonde pushed the cart for them, gasping at the suggestion of merlot in replacement of moscato to pair with the gouda. “oh my god, i can’t wait to open a good bottle of merlot,” she sighed, her tone wistful in longing for the inevitable moment later in the night that they’d pop open a bottle of wine for them to enjoy with their dinner. “mm, i dunno what i want. should we go for, like, some cute little fruit tarts? can you make fruit tarts? not gonna lie, i wouldn’t know the first thing about it. this is why i’m the cook and you’re the baker,” cartia giggled along with her words, cut short when she let out a noise and pointed towards their left. “there’s the meat, let’s go for the best looking chicken breasts you’ve ever seen in your life.”

#♡ lucie vega.

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