Okay guys.... I’m going to be very honest with you right now. And here is your trigger warning so if anything to do with suicide is upsetting, please stop reading now.
I know I haven’t been on in awhile but shit has literally hit the fan in my family. My step dads been suicidal badly but he’s getting better. And just Monday my mom actually made an attempt. She’s in a psychiatric hospital until at least September 4th.
I just wanted to explain to you whats going on and why I havent been on. I’m so sorry. I’ll be on as soon as I can. I hope you understand.
OKAY YALL imma start this off by saying im sorry that im shit?? I havent gotten to replies because my depression is literally kicking my ass but Im free the next three days so I should be on!! Im trying not to drop any threads, but bear with me as it might be a slow process<3
So Im in Myrtle Beach for a bachelorette party.... and didnt get my replies done really... so they’ll be done when Im back on Monday! Sorry guys. I suck:/
HAYLEY pursed her perked lips as she watched the friend walk away, the gentle flickering of her lashes as she analysed the DRUG DEALER light up a joint, she matched the room where people sat across couches smoking out of variations of bongs, others drinking whatever they could get their hands on, but not Hayley she was just simply existing - part of the furniture. She had that DEER caught in HEADLIGHTS expression, more so when the other brunette she had been staring at met her eyes, surprise etching across Hayley’s face as she quickly turned away to stare at the table lined up with a number of different liquids, some alcoholic and some which were soft drinks. ( hey, there, Pretty ) the voice STARTLED the somewhat small girl though she knew the other was approaching her, cheeks warming at the introduction as she turned to look her over once more. “Lost? Nope, not me… Not at all…Um,” Ignoring the reddening of her flushed face the brunette held her hand out gently. “Hi, Hayley.”
Dakota couldn’t lie. Seeing the surprise on the girl’s face as she made her way over made her feel good; it gave her a sense of power that was hard to come by these days after leaving West Valley University, where she was definitely feared by some other students. Her goal, however, wasn’t to scare the brunette. She simply wanted a conversation, or maybe more, because it was undeniable that the other girl was pretty attractive. Turning around was a sign of submissiveness, another thing that she liked when it came to her girls. Her blush was cute, just like the rest of her, causing Dakota to lean in like the music was too loud for her to hear, pulling her tight blue dress down slightly to show more of her cleavage. “Maybe out of place is the better word? I don’t think I’ve seen you at any of these parties before.” A hit of her blunt later, blowing the smoke right above the girls head, she took her hand and shook with a fairly gentle grip, something she didn’t do often. “Pleasure to meet you, Hayley. I’m Dakota, but Kota works just fine. How about we go somewhere a little more quiet?”
KNOWN always by association was the perfect way to describe Hayley, someone who had friends definitely way out of her league and comfort level. Bubbling with awkwardness but a smile that won you over anyway along with her innocent nature and doe-eyed stare. It was late, and as usual her small group arrived just as late to the party thrown by a friend of a friend. VAGUE, but curious, she decided it was worth going, what else could she possible get up to on a Saturday?
EVERYONE excluding Hayley arrived intoxicated and they all pressed into the house the party was being thrown at and instantly separated, which was normal, they all knew someone. The brunette’s large eyes peered around the spacious living room her eyes falling on a girl she had arrived with very obviously buying something off a dark haired girl, who seemed around Hayley’s age too. Whatever the something was it probably matched the other somethings people were currently smoking and hiding in the bathroom to take. Soft but unwavering hues never once strayed, concentrating on the DRUG DEALER.
There were a few places that Dakota could always be found at. During the day, if she wasn’t at work at the diner, she could usually be located at home. If she wasn’t at home, she was somewhere in her car. And if she wasn’t sleeping on the side of some road in her car, she could easily be sought out by finding the nearest bar, club, or house party. Those places were where she was most likely to be at night after her shift ended, because it was socially acceptable to be crossfaded out of her mind there. And that’s what she was almost every night; drunk and high and trying to forget that she was actually a person with emotions. Though, if anyone asked, she’d definitely deny that she had any type of heart.
Tonight, she had made her way to a pretty decent sized rager with a car full of illegal substances in an attempt to make some extra dough. Though dealing was once her main source of income, she had decided it would be better to get an actual job and wound up a waitress. The drugs were just a side business. After the dark haired girl had made her latest transaction, a dub of a sativa along with a few tabs of acid, she decided to pull out a blunt of her own and light it up, scanning the room carefully as she exhaled the cloud. Once her eyes landed on another brown haired girl who just couldn’t stop staring, she made her way over with a small smirk on her lips. “Hey there, pretty. You look a little lost. Need help with something?”
In this verse, Kola, California, is home to an innovative park: Jurassic Park. It took years, decades, before scientists were able to create actual living dinosaurs, and create a secure environment for visitors to come and see the creatures. For a few months, the park ran smoothly, and was incredibly popular all across the world. But someone had other plans for it… The world once belonged to dinosaurs? Well, so would it again. Hacking into the security system, all cages were opened up, releasing the dinosaurs to freely roam around Kola. Now the question is: who will make it through?
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OKAY YALL my mother made margaritas and I really need some after the fucking day at work I had so Imma drink a bit then Im gunna come on and try to do some replies because Ive been slacking:/ But Im off tomorrow so Ill be on!<3
It had been over six years since Ezra had last been to Kola. Six years since he had gotten the diagnosis, since he had seen any of his friends, since he had talked to Elysia. It was a rough time at the start, moving to Arizona and being told that he most likely was not going to make it. But he did, lost a leg in the process, but he lived to tell the tale. And he survived long enough that he made his way back to the town where it all began to find the love of his life again like he always said he would, hoping and praying that she just might take him back.
Ezra had only been back in Kola for two days when he began the search and, after a quick poke around Facebook, he had found her again. Sure, it was a little creepy, but he knew he had to find her, even if the methods weren’t exactly right. Maybe showing up to her work place wasn’t the best way to surprise her with that fact that he was still alive, but it was the only place her could find her. So with his three-legged border collie in tow, the man made his way over. An Alfie pep talk later and he finally grew the cuts to walk in and over instead of standing at the door, a small smile on his face. “Hey there, gorgeous.” His voice was quiet at first, but quickly grew louder as he remembered exactly who he was talking to. “I’ve missed you.”
Ezra had had an eventful first night back in Kola. He spent hours unpacking boxes, decorating, and more time that he would have admitted eating a decent portion of a pizza pie all on his own. It had to have been at least 4 am when he ended up knocking on his living room floor, his black and white three-legged dog carefully curled up by his side. If Alfie hadn’t woken him up for their morning walk, he would still probably be passed out on the carpet, but they had never missed a walk and he didn’t plan on starting now, especially because he knew that Alfie was going through a lot of changes and didn’t want to stress the poor thing out too much.
So 7:15 am rolled around and they had explored a bit of the town, making their way into the first coffee shop they laid eyes on. Sure, Alfie wasn’t a service dog, but he could be and he was well enough behaved. Besides, nobody ever really stopped the man with one leg to tell him that he couldn’t. He was usually just left alone. Once his order was up, they made their way to a table and sat, looking around carefully. Out of the corner of his eye, Ezra could’ve sworn he saw someone staring, but he didn’t really care. it happened a lot when he wore shorts because it left his prosthetic exposed for everyone to see. Instead, he looked over as he put a hand on Alfie’s back. “You can ask, y’know. I don’t mind.”
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single (but still in love with Elysia)
OCCUPATION: Physical therapist aide
&. PERSONALITY
USUAL HANG OUTS: his apartment, the park, and the animal shelter
HOBBIES: walking his dog, reading, driving aimlessly
FIVE POSITIVE TRAITS: survivor, resilient, loyal, generous, compassionate
FIVE NEGATIVE TRAITS: introverted, jealous, indecisive, distrusting, stubborn
DRINKS, SMOKES, & DRUGS: Yes, sometimes, & just marijuana (not too often)
&. VERSES
Main
&. WANTED CONNECTIONS
ROMANTIC.
That’s already covered. He’s still head over heels for Elysia. It’s been six years and he still loves her just as much as he did before he left.
PLATONIC.
Maybe high school friends? People in his crowd? Just about everyone thought he was dead because he just cut everyone off when he left and has no social media. Surprise bitch, he’s alive. For now.
ENEMIES.
He was never really popular, so maybe someone who was sort of like a bully? Just an asshole to him for no reason.
&. FILLED CONNECTIONS
ROMANTIC.
Elysia van Hasselt ( @50shadesofkola ) - High school sweethearts. He broke up with her when he got the diagnosis and his parents moved him to Arizona for treatment because he didn’t want her to have to go through the pain of losing him.
PLATONIC.
Friends? What friends? He just moved back to Kola after six years and everyone thinks the cancer killed him.
Ohhh fuck I thought it’d be awhile before I made another muse but HERE WE GO AGAIN. Ezra below the cut;)
EZRA OTTO looks an awful lot like EVAN PETERS. HE is TWENTY THREE and while they're A SURVIVOR, they have a tendency to get pretty INTROVERTED. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to CANCER by MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
TW: cancer
Ezra was born into a normal, two parent family as an only child. They were middle class, had an average house in Kola, nothing was out of the ordinary. Sure. he was more on the shy side, but his parents supported him no matter what. He was pretty happy.
When he was 17 years old, he was diagnosed with cancer. His parents moved him to Arizona to get better treatment.
He really thought it was the end of his life. Chemo wasn’t working. He actually lost his will to live. Luckily, it hadnt spread far and they were able to save him by amputating his left leg. He’s got a prosthetic now.
His best friend in the world is his dog, Alfie, who his parents got him after his leg was taken to try to cheer him up. Alfie is also missing his back left leg, but he doesn’t let it stop him. He’s like Ezra’s inspiration.
He’s been in remission for years and decided that he would move back to Kola because he always told himself that he would if he lived long enough. He hopes it doesn’t come back.
Career wise... he got his GED. He never went to college because not only does he not have the money, but he doesn’t know what he’d do. For now, he works as a physical therapist aide because of how his impacted him when his leg was amputated.
“ You really touch the settings? Most people just toss it in and keep the settings untouched,” Alex pointed out, “ and I think the part of a tool is to help, but without a toaster…you couldn’t toast the bread,” He laughed. Once he was back and unpacking his kit, he rolled his eyes as the other silt his finger,” Dude, you’re a mess,” Alex admitted with another chuckle, taking the other’s finger, he quickly, without warning, cleaned it up and bandaged it, along with pouring some hydrogen peroxide to clean it up.
Looking up, he saw the blood on the other’s chin,” Again…mess,” Alex joked, but a bit shyly, he reached up and wiped the other’s chin with his finger before pulling away,” Turn around, this part is going to hurt, but you should really clean this up, you still have some gravel in it.” Alex poured the hydrogen peroxide onto a clean cotton pad and moved to the smallest wound, making his way up to the biggest one.
“Of course I touch the settings...? I’m not gunna make my toast and my pop tarts and strudels on the same damn settings.” Dylan informed him with a matter-of-fact tone, as if it was supposed to be obvious. But then again, Alex probably didn’t eat either of the latter two. He held back a whine as his roommate took his finger, nose scrunching up once again. “I know I’m a mess. You better get used to it fast too.” It was more of a tease, followed by his eyes narrowing at the sting of the peroxide set in. “Ow?!”
“Im sooorry, okay?” Now Dylan was the one blushing slightly as the blood was wiped from his face. “Thanks, Alex.” He was grateful for the opportunity to turn around and hide his face from the other, leaning his hands against the counter as his wounds were once again cleaned. “Well goddamn, are you trying to kill me or something?! That hurts!” It was definitely an exaggeration, but a major portion of his back was banged up and every time he thought it was over, Alex started on another one, causing him to whine as he tensed his back muscles up. “Hey- Hey! Can’t we just let it get infected?”
