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mariana-walton:

“It just feels good to rise with the sun,” she said and knew it sounded quite pretentious. she’d been rising when the blinds in her dorm room would start to light up. it gave her more time to be busy with whatever she had going on - plus, it also meant she had more time to curl her hair and put on makeup. “i’ve been doing it for quite some time now. maybe you should try it sometime.”

Leaning against the door frame, she considered her options. She could ask Eleanor for another hot night, but she wasn’t looking for those much these days. She could ask for them to study together sometime but their majors didn’t really align. “Hmm,” she voiced, tapping her index finder to her temple. “Maybe we could just hang out soon.” An open ended invitation seemed safe enough. It’ll be open to interpretation when the time comes. If Mari was being honest with herself, all she wanted lately was to sit in a coffee shop and talk just about mundane things. But that didn’t fit the spitfire persona she embodied to reach her goals. Giving the room a quick scan, she furrowed her brows. “Is it just me or does your dorm room look slightly bigger than mine?”

“We could hang out soon, yes. And perhaps we’ll bump into each other more now that we’re in the society thing.” Eleanor looked at her then smiled at her last question. “I’m pretty sure all rooms are the same size. I’m just missing half the crap that my roommate will bring. Who’s yours?”

#mariana #8-10

vincemurray:

Vince liked to get away. As he was sure most people did, he too found himself secret hideaways throughout the school to be alone, to clear his head, or to get his head cleared. He was never too obvious about it. He always made sure no one saw him when he climbed the fire stairs. The maintenance guy was the only one who had ever seen him, but Vince had made him a friend in his first year and that was no longer a problem. For a long time, he’d been his only friend. Strange how all was about to change, or had already changed without his knowing. In any case, he decided things could be worse.

He spotted her figure when it was too late to turn around and pretend he hadn’t seen her at all. Vince recognised her face. She’d been at the mixer. And she’d come here obviously for the same reason he had, perhaps even with the same burdens on her mind. “Sorry,” he said as not to startle her. “Didn’t think anyone was up there.” That was because no one ever was. He held up his joint to show her that he had the same intention.

“Mind if I sit?” He would go elsewhere, and tomorrow he probably would, but it was too late tonight to find a hideaway to smoke. He wasn’t in the mood to vacate his favourite spot either.

It was unfortunate that someone else had found the same spot she had found. Eleanor would have caused a fuss but she figured that would only waste her energy and she was in power save mode. The stranger seemed familiar and she figured he’d been at Lethe House. That made her a little apprehensive but the weed in her system was helping with keeping her calm and collected. “You’re good,” she told him as he apologized for bumping into her. She wondered who had claimed this place first... Not like she had been coming here since long ago anyways.

“Yeah, go ahead.” Eleanor figured they could just sit and smoke in silence. He seemed to be looking for the same thing she did: peace and quiet. This place was ideal even if it was exposed to the cold air. She just toughed it out. Eleanor preferred the cold rather than the heat. Smoking helped her warm up even if it just for a couple of minutes. After being high enough she wouldn’t even notice the effects of the temperature on her body.

It was oddly comfortable to be in the presence of someone else while she had decided she wanted to be alone. She didn’t have the opportunity to strike up a conversation with him at the mixer and while that might have helped in this moment, maybe it was best it didn’t happen because now there wasn’t any pressure to talk.

#vince #8-11

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It was nice and peaceful and probably Eleanor’s favorite place on campus since the first day she found it. She wasn’t supposed to be there, but as long as no one found out then she was fine. Sneaking through one of the fire exits and praying the fire alarm wouldn’t go off wasn’t a bad idea after all, especially with the view it gave her. She was wearing jeans a t shirt, her boots damp from the Manchester weather. Sometimes she wished she lived in a drier part of the world but this is where life had brought her, at least by her own doing. It was one of the few decisions in her life she had absolutely responsibility over. Everything else had seemed to just... Happen.

She had a joint between her fingers, it had burned off and she let it. Eleanor was a little high, just enough to take the edge off whatever that initiation thing with Lethe House had been. What the fuck she had gotten herself into, she didn’t know but, she was going with it because otherwise what else did she have going on for her? Maybe being part of that dumb society would cause her nothing but trouble-- considering they know a family secret that could destroy everything she’s ever known. As much rebellion as Eleanor likes to partake in, ripping apart her family and facing the thought of her parents separating is a change she simply does not want to even face.

Being alone gave her a chance to be still and be quiet. She was so full on all the time sometimes she even exhausted herself.

#vince #8-11 #closed starter

“I want to know why you care.”

“I care because I have no choice but to do so. Feelings are things you can manage but never control. And I guess I’d rather care than to be insensitive and cold. I’d rather care too much than not care at all.”

#ask meme: answered #ofcalliope

“I want to know what your hobbies are.”

“My hobbies are lame and stupid... I like to sew.... From time to time. Watch some old re-runs of Project Runway, maybe some America’s Next Top Model. Depends on the mood. If not, going out to Tabitha’s to get shit faced always works.”

#ask meme: answered #Anonymous

frxnkiefoley:

It was pretty straight forward for the girl, especially after initiation. While the secrets at the Lethe House circle her mind often, she wasn’t going to let that come in the way of her getting back on track at school. Frankie hadn’t even spent an hour putting all her stuff away, there wasn’t much to begin with but her walls hung without decoration and her sheets were just the bare minimum. The girl knew she was at school to learn, not to have sleepovers –– not that she thought that was going to happen.

Shoving the reddish hair off her shoulder, letting her mind drift while she walked around, not really paying much attention to where her feet were going and it was only a matter of time before.. Frankie’s shoe had come out and kicked the other girl’s suitcase and while she was about to excuse herself, she noticed all the bags scattered around the hallway and her posing. Frankie’s nose crinkled before she let out a casual scoff. “You know your stuff is in the hallway where people are walking,” she stated obviously while cracking a smile, “Your shit will be kicked, what’s the point in that? I can kick it again if you want, it seems like having them all over the floor means you want me to.”

Eleanor was invested in accommodating all her crap but the sound of someone kicking her things made her shoot up and redirect her attention to where it came from. “What the fuck,” she instantly exclaimed as her eyes fixed on the person that was a few feet away from her but directly tangled in all her bags and belongings across the hallway. She had to do a double take because the stranger didn’t look so unfamiliar as she thought they did. Eleanor was sure she had seen them somewhere else but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“My shit won’t be kicked if you just don’t. Kick. It.” With a pointed look on her own face, Eleanor quickly moved to her things and bent down to retrieve them and get them out of the way. “Why are you smiling at me like that? Do I know you?”

#frankie #8-10

mariana-walton:

Mari tilted her lips up into a charming smile. Compliments easily came her way but she genuinely appreciated this one coming from El. Picking up a heavy bag, she followed her inside the dorm room. “I’ll just place these here,” she called out, placing them on the little counter. “And yeah I’ve been here since about 5:30 in the morning. I even had time for a little nap.” She grinned at the memory. She’d disrupted the dorm staff’s quiet morning with her dragging suitcases and boxes up the stairs.

Picking up another bag from the hall, she exclaimed, “El why the hell is this so heavy? What kind of diamonds do you have in here?” She let out a soft laugh as she did her best to carry the designer bag without dragging it. After depositing it on the counter, she let out a dramatic sigh and made a show of wiping her brow. “That was a workout.”

Even with all the money Eleanor had, she never considered paying someone to do this for her. Would have been ideal, but that would just send the wrong message-- as if her clothes and jewelry didn’t do that for her already. She figured she could pick and choose what she wanted to show off while still holding on to the rebel title she so ostentatiously paraded around her life. Getting help from someone else was just the next option-- a much more modest one. And if it came from Mariana then even better. “Yeah there’s no way in hell I’d ever be here at 5:30am just to move in. I might just make it to my room, nap and then I’d settle in,” Eleanor explained, laughing a little. She wasn’t lazy... Just had other priorities.

“I’m glad you had your nap then, otherwise you wouldn’t have had the energy to help me with all this.” Most bags were already in; Mariana had brought in the last of it and she was grateful. “Well it’s not like we’re not used to work outs.” She plopped down on the bed she figured was hers, as she saw some things around the room that signaled Nadine to be the first one to arrive. Maybe she was around... “How shall I repay you for such strenuous activity?”

#mariana #8-10

“I want to know why you run away.”

“I don’t run away. If anything I face my shit. I have no problems in being straight up and dealing with whatever I have to deal with. If I have a problem with someone, I’ll let them know, if something bothers me, I’ll let it be known. I have no filter and that’s a blessing and a curse. Running away is for cowards.”

#ask meme: answered #this bitch is such a fake lmao #someone call her out pls #Anonymous

“I want to know what makes you angry.”

“What makes me angry are lies. Saying the truth is hard as fuck and I get that, but what is the point of even existing if you can’t say your truth? I understand sometimes people have to lie in order to protect themselves but there comes a point where the lie simply hurts and the damage has been rotting deep where it is impossible to fix and heal. So, yeah, lying. Also I really fucking hate people who can’t be polite.”

#ask meme: answered #Anonymous

petalmemes

🌺 “I WANT TO KNOW…” Prompts

A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.

For Multimuses: Please Specify Muse(s)

“I want to know more about you.”

“I want to know where you’re from.”

“I want to know what you do.”

“I want to know what you like.”

“I want to know what your hobbies are.”

“I want to know who your family is.”

“I want to know who your friends are.”

“I want to know what makes you happy.”

“I want to know what makes you sad.”

“I want to know what makes you angry.”

“I want to know why you’re hurt.”

“I want to know who hurt you.”

“I want to know why you’re scared.”

“I want to know what love is to you.”

“I want to know who you loved.”

“I want to know who you hated.”

“I want to know why you run away.”

“I want to know why you stayed.”

“I want to know why you left me.”

“I want to know why you care.”

#ask meme

mariana-walton‌:

Mari had gotten up really early to move into her new dorm room. She even had time for a quick nap before she ran down to get a cup of coffee from the campus coffee shop. Now headed back, she decided to brave the stairs despite her room being on the higher floors. Stepping on the landing of the floor below hers, she saw someone’s belongings sprawled all over the hall. She rolled her eyes and decided to help out.

Seeing who it was made her stop in her tracks. “Wow El,” she said, by way of greeting. “If we’re going to keep bumping into each other like this, at least send me a memo. I could have put in the time to actually look somewhat decent.” Mari had on an over-sized tee and her hair was pulled into a messy topknot. It wasn’t a far cry from “decent” but she’d definitely had better days. She pursed her lips into a forlorn smile, “Do you need help?”

If it wasn’t because she recognized the hands and the voice that accompanied them, Eleanor would have been irritated at some stranger touching her things. But, alas, Mariana was no stranger and while she hadn’t touched her things, she had touched Eleanor herself. With a quick smile, she turned to the red haired girl and tilted her head, taking in the look she wore. Even with a messy bun and a big tee she looked amazing. “You always look stunning, Mariana,” El started, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She was hanging on to a bag that was a little heavy so she decided to head into her room and drop them on the bed. Everything was yet to be decorated. The bedding wasn’t even on.

“I’d love the help,” she said from inside the room, already walking outside to grab some more things. “Every year I curse myself for all the shit I have but I just can’t leave my things behind. You moved in already?”

#mari #8-10

nadinebisset‌:

Lethe House’s initiation hadn’t been as rough as it could’ve been for Nadine. The reminder had been clear as day though – they knew about her parents’ secret. She wondered how they could’ve found out, but she supposes it’s the same way they silence anyone who dares to whisper about what happens at Lethe House. She still feels wrong for taking the plate; Nadine’s never committed a crime in her life (except for lying to the police and covering for a possible murder), and even something as simple as taking a licence plate had her paranoid.

Still, she does her best to put that out of her mind as she lugs her suitcase and stuffed duffle up to her shared dorm with Eleanor. She ends up checking in first, and has just claimed a room by the time Eleanor arrives. She spots her in the hallway, when Nadine is on her way out to go meet their RA. “Oh! Hello, Eleanor. I already claimed a room, but if you want to switch it’s not a problem. I haven’t put any of my things away yet.”

Eleanor gave a slight jump when she heard Nadine’s voice. She was bending down to grab all the bags she could and the sound of her roommates voice made her drop a few things. “You claimed a room? Um...” Eleanor was doing too many things at once and was becoming confused. She dropped all her stuff and winced immediately remembering the important and valuable things she had in her suitcases. “Fuck me,” she exclaimed, throwing her short black hair back and turning towards Nadine. “I’m not used to someone else claiming the room but I guess that’s okay. Which one is it?”

Truth be told, Eleanor didn’t like having other people do things for her. She much rather preferred to do things herself. Though it seemed a bit inconvenient that she was already settling into a room and Nadine had claimed another one, she was taken aback at the other person taking initiative.

#nadine #8-10

MOVING IN DAY -- AUGUST 10th.

The whole night surrounding the Lethe House initiation had been confusing and alarming. What Eleanor had thought to be the perfect opportunity to create a name for herself and find some guidance turned out to be a direct hit into the life she’s been running from for the past years. For a moment she thought it was a joke, someone who had infiltrated their initiation and decided to hand out something this cruel and horrible, but that wasn’t the case. The tape she had found was certainly for her to find.

Eleanor had been feeling sick since that night and today was moving day. She figured looking good could make up for something. She could spend all her energies moving her shit around and organizing everything. Maybe her roommate would be home but Eleanor kind of wanted some peace and quiet...

With her bags sprawled all over the hallway, she didn’t care there was other people walking around. She was taking her sweet time, -- even took a selfie -- making sure everything was handled with care. Her designer bags held her precious clothes-- her precious cargo. Eleanor was the kind of person who would rather kill her arms with all the bags than to keep making multiple trips.