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@fionsarabella-archived
✎ 「 have you seen FIONA COYNE yet this school year ?? maybe in/at DRAMA CLUB, FASHION CLUB, or STUDENT COUNCIL?? i heard some wild rumors about the SEVENTEEN year old last semester, but now that they’re a SENIOR it might be a different story. according to their friends they’re pretty COMPASSIONATE, but sometimes SHE can be MOODY. who knows, this might just be HER year ! 」
>>UPDATED INTRO CAN BE FOUND HERE!!<<
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liber-tvz:
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“You’re skipping class?” Ever the law-abiding citizen, Liberty couldn’t help a little scrunch in her nose at that revelation. It wasn’t the end of the wolrd, and she was hardly mad - it was just one of those things that she forgot other people did. “Or, here’s a better question… is everything okay?”
Perhaps it was a case of ditching for the sake of it, but Fiona made it sound like something was scaring her off. Whether it was any of Liberty’s business or not, she knew she’d prod until she could figure out a way to help. “I mean, if you’re willing to part with an outfit for my sake, the least I could do is lend you an ear.”
Fiona felt herself grow worried at Liberty’s reaction to her skipping class. But, then as the question turned into more of one of concern, she kind of sighed as she debated on whether she should take up the other girl on her offer to lend an ear.
Deciding that maybe it would help to vent a bit, Fiona began to explain. “It’s not, like...a big deal or anything. It’s just Perino’s not exactly the easiest teacher to get a long with. In fact, I’m pretty sure he hates me” she admitted, waiting for the girl’s reaction. A lot of people seem to just wave her off whenever she’d bring up her discomfort for Perino’s history class, thinking she was just making excuses or being dramatic.
needmoresleepers:
“Exactly. The eight cupholders was made for when all my friends were in the car together, because some of them are hydration freaks who insist on bringing more than one, so… yeah. It comes in handy. Once you can get over the fact that it makes weird noises every once in a while, it’s a pretty sexy car.” She pushed open the door to the school, gesturing to the other side with a silly little smile. “Ladies first?”
“I totally get that, though. Sometimes I need my water and my coffee” she laughs as they approach the doors. “Well....sometimes weird noises can be sexy.” Fiona briefly cringes at herself, hoping that what she just said lands well. As Alex opens the door for her, she playfully swoons; “Such a charmer! Nice to see that chivalry isn’t dead, after all.”
jenna📲fiona
jenna: That totally makes sense. All my history is mingling with social people too.
jenna: Although I do actually have a question about that
jenna: What IS a socialite? Like... what are they? Do they just get paid for having friends?
fi: a socialite is just like...a person who is known for being social in high society.
fi: you don't really get paid for being one, though it does help you make business contacts!
fi: so i suppose it does end up helping you make money, in a way.
liber-tvz:
“As long as it doesn’t stick, I’m fine with that… I don’t think red hair would be a good look for me,” Liberty replied. Inside, she was frantically praying that it would come out with a quick rinse; it would take far too long to wash her hair, and even longer to make sure it wouldn’t drip everywhere afterwards. She didn’t have that kind of time.
“I’m pretty sure they only get rid of things that might stink the place up… hopefully, they’ve saved something that fits.” Anything would do, so long as it wasn’t too tight - but she dreaded getting stuck in something totally unprofessional. “Fiona– that’s generous, but are you sure? I’m sure you’re busy… and that the clothes you’ve got in there are probably too nice to risk staining red.”
Fiona scrunched up her face in disgust, thinking of the possibilities of just how rank the lost and found box could possibly be. “ugh, I hope there’s nothing too awful in there.” she could only imagine with the lack of hygiene she has noticed amongst a few of their fellow students, she shuddered at the thought.
“Of course! It’s really no problem at all, I have more than enough to spare” Fiona reassured, a warm smile stretching across her face. “And, uh...if I can trust you to keep a secret here?” she asks, leaning in a bit conspiratorially as she stage-whispers; “I’m kind of looking to avoid going back to class at the moment. So, you’re really not keeping me at all.”
needmoresleepers:
“I literally just asked for my bra back. And also I called her boyfriend ugly. But I explained why I did that and how I didn’t actually think he was ugly, and she’s still mad…” Frankie stewed, for a moment, before picking up on Fiona’s thought. “Yeah! What about that, huh? Like… doesn’t she have classes? Ugh.”
Fiona crinkles up her nose, trying to follow Frankie’s explanation. “You--why would she care if you think her boyfriend’s ugly?” she struggled for a moment to figure out why that would be a big deal, before realizing that it would kind of suck to hear someone diss your significant other like that. “Or maybe she doesn’t sleep?” Fiona offers up. “You would think she’d want to focus on exams, at least.”
jenna📲fiona
jenna: It was!!! I mean, I feel like I was a horrible guest, tbh
jenna: You did super good though!!! Total natural
fi: oh no! you did fine!
fi: i was kind of worried i had gotten rusty or something, though i suppose years of mingling amongst the socialites sticks with you.
jenna📲fiona
jenna: I did the painting!!! It was so cool... I put a sun and a flower. 🥺
fi: ooh, that sounds so cute! ☺️
fi: so, i heard your podcast spot last week. it's a really cool experience, isn't it?
camseanron:
“sorry,” he said, with a laugh to show that he wasn’t really all that sorry. “is it weird for me to say i hope to see you there? summer class is my best case scenario. worst case, senior year all over again.” his eyes widened a little, to show exactly how he felt about that.
she averted her gaze for a moment as she half-heartedly responded; “yeah, that would suck.” her own reality was having to repeat at least a semester. “but,” she perked back up. “it would be nice to have a friendly face there. we could be summer school study-buddies.” she suggested with a smile.
camseanron:
“i don’t even know what i wanna do about summer,” he thought about the fast-approaching school break. “i should be thinking about all the finals and shit first but, my brain is fast-forwarding. i don’t wanna waste it, since people are probably gonna go to college and shit.” he paused for a moment, looking up from his little juicebox that he’d been paying too much attention to. “that’s my subtle way of asking if you’re ditching me too, fi?” @fionsarabella
“ugh, exams. don’t remind me!” she groans, head tilted back in exasperation. “i am so not prepared.” she sighs, perking herself back up as she decides to focus more on summer vacay –– until she realizes the lack of vacay for her summer. “i, unfortunately, will be stuck taking a summer class. hopefully i can make up my missing history credit with a teacher that’s not a total trou de cul.”
texting prompts.
not requested but there's something about a text thread, isn't there? anyway, these are a mixed bucket, i'll deffo post more of these, but for now, here you go, bon appetit, and if you wanna make them texts to a wrong number?? all the better! just make it clear for the person receiving it!
( sms ) : hey! is this [WRONG NAME] from the club last night?
( sms ) : wait right there, i'm on my way
( sms ) : sorry, who is this?
( sms ) : so... last night was fun.
( sms ) : can i come over?
( sms ) : did i leave my underwear at your place last night?
( sms ) : i am having the WORST / BEST day!!
( sms ) : we need to talk.
( sms ) : i'm in. whatever it is you're planning, i'm in.
( sms ) : you awake?
( sms ) : i miss you.
( sms ) : i'm sorry.
( sms ) : wanna hang out later?
( sms ) : it's honestly insane how much i love you.
( sms ) : i'm worried about you.
( sms ) : please don't say i told you so...
( sms ) : you know how you totally adore me?
( sms ) : got any plans tonight?
( sms ) : i know it's three am but i got donuts and i'm outside.
( sms ) : i'm outside. come on. we're going out.
( sms ) : i'm boooooooooored.
( sms ) : i can't sleep.
( sms ) : i know it's late, but... would you like to go for a walk with me?
( sms ) : where are you?
( sms ) : i love you.
( sms ) : are you really okay?
( sms ) : please don't shut me out. i can tell when something's bothering you.
( sms ) : can you come pick me up please?
( sms ) : this date is a total disaster. can you call me with a fake emergency?
( sms ) : why have you been acting so weird lately?
( sms ) : you know you can tell me anything, right?
( sms ) : not to sound like a tv trope, but i need a plus one for a wedding this weekend. you in?
( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?
( sms ) : wanna go on vacation together?
( sms ) : i got arrested and it's a hilarious story but i really need you to come bail me out first.
( sms ) : what the hell happened last night?
( sms ) : i don't wanna be alone tonight. can i stay at your place?
( sms ) : i got a code red situation.
( sms ) : what's shakin, bacon?
( sms ) : what should i have for dinner tonight?
( sms ) : it's so boring when you're not around.
( sms ) : so... the drunk voicemails i left you last night... you totally listened to them, didn't you.
( sms ) : i love you but if you ever eat my bagel bites again...
( sms ) : wanna go out tonight?
tyler-richardss:
Tyler was shaken from his thoughts as he heard Fiona speak up with the question. “Hmm? Oh, er, it’s fine, I guess,” he told her as he pulled out his sketchbook and pencils too. “Just hard to try fitting in here, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it and make friends soon.” He said this with a pretend confidence that he hoped to make a reality one day. Looking away, he took off a shoe, putting it on his desk so she could see it for their project.
Tilting her head toward him as she crossed her left leg over her right to undo the ankle strap on her powder blue mary jane before slipping it off to place on the desk. “It can be hard finding your place at a new school -- especially when you transfer when the semester has already started” she empathized, having endure that struggle many times in her life. “Do you have friends that you miss at your old school?”
jenna📲fiona
jenna: My mom does something in insurance
jenna: My dad's a carpenter!!! He has a shop where he does woodworking stuff. He actually made me my first guitar!!
fi: that's cool! i bet that made your first guitar even more special because he made it.
fi: did you help him with it? like paint it or like...sand it down or whatever?
tyler-richardss:
Tyler laughed along with Fiona, nodding. “Yeah, sure.” Being the new kid meant not quite knowing the different teacher’s temperaments or boiling points, although he was sure most of his teachers didn’t trust him since they’d heard about his expulsions before even getting to know him. He was lost in thought for a bit, just thinking. Tyler probably just looked as though he was staring into space.
There was a moment of silence between the two as Fiona got out her sketchbook and pencils, sighing as she opened the sketchbook to a fresh page. “So, how is Degrassi treating you so far?” she asked, breaking the silence between them.
