chauncey ( fitz ) fitzgerald ❛ what is that you express in your eyes? it seems to me more than all the print i have read in my life. ❜ senior. eighteen. honor roll.
kenny had witnessed the catastrophe while he had been indulging in another spiked punch. “mate…” he muttered, walking up to the situation just as the girl had walked away, “at least strike up a conversation first. just walking up and pulling that is pretty tragic. you may need a li’l help in asking anyone to dance.”
with wide eyes, fitz pivoted towards kenny as he was unaware that anyone else had been around. "wait, no —- i was just. . . i mean i figured i would. . ." he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment before clearing his throat. "alright, so. maybe i do need a little help. asking girls to dance isn't necessarily my forte." he pauses before adding, "sober, at least."
“i think i may have had a hand in finishing half a tray of pigs in a blanket.” a slightly awkward pause falls between him and the other before he shrugs meekly. “what? i’ve been waiting for the dj to play a decent song —- that and i’ve sort of been trying to muster up the courage to ask you to dance with me, but. . . i mean. . . if you don't want to. . . that's okay too.”
CHAUNCEY “FITZ” FITZGERALD ( ROSS BUTLER / HE&HIM ) - is an EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR student at NORTHLAKE High. They sit with the HONOR ROLL at lunch and are commonly known around school as the TURVEYDROP, because they’re +UNDAUNTED and +IDEALISTIC, but also -BLASÉ and -RETICENT.
• rule numero uno ( according to chauncey fitzgerald ) : never call him chauncey. he hates, hates the fact that his name sounds like it came straight out of a charles dickens novel. he responds to fitz and fitz only. unless, of course, you’re his mom or dad.
• northlake born & “raised” —- emphasis on raised because his parents barely had a hand in raising their one and only son at all. most of the raising was done by his nanny who he loved dearly. his mother is a renown lawyer while his father is a neurosurgeon. they’re usually only home, home like thrice a month, give or take. so, his relationship with his family is a bit rocky.
• he lives in a old-fashioned ( yet restored! ) brick mansion on evercrest lane. it’s usually only him at home since his nanny was let go once he was old enough to drive. luckily for him, she taught him how to cook, clean, and do basic chores so the house isn’t a complete mess.
• though he has many redeeming qualities, he’s your typical rich kid. he wears expensive clothes, changes his phone every time there’s a new updated one, drives a fancy car (his choices are his dad’s 1965 ford mustang coupe or his own audi r8 v10) etc. he’s definitely “show-offy” in a sense. he’s doesn’t brag outwardly, if that makes sense? it’s like he knows what he has and makes it a point to show people without being excessively flamboyant.
• probably a top contender for valedictorian(?) anyways, he’s totally one of those annoying kids who tells everyone that they didn’t study or never studies, but in reality they totally studied like weeks in advance. school has always come naturally for him. it’s basically the one thing that keeps him going, really. like, it gives him a sense of purpose amidst everything.
• despite his academic endeavors, he’s still a regular teenager. he drinks, he parties, he goes after girls ( most of them unattainable —- it doesn’t hurt to try, right? )
• little tidbits: he’s a pitcher on the baseball team. he’s also on the debate and academic decathlon teams. he’s six four ( i feel like he’d be the type of guy that puts his height somewhere in instagram bio ). he plays the guitar and piano and often posts vids.
“You know… I actually triple checked my bags before leaving my house because I didn’t want to forget anything. And yet, me being me of course I forgot something really important.” Riley was totally rambling, but she was quite frustrated at herself for being so stupid. “You wouldn’t happen to have some extra mosquito repellent, would you?” She threw in a smile, asking for things wasn’t her favorite thing to do. “Mosquitos do find a way of having a feast with me.”
“i think that nine times out of ten, when you think you’re all set and ready to go, you’ve actually forgotten the most essential of all essentials. i don't know why, but it's what i've noticed.” fitz rummaged in his bag for a small ziplock and pulled it out. "i have mosquito repellent stickers?" he unstuck a citronella scented sticker with a cartoon puppy sticking its tongue out. "they're all we had in the house." he grinned sheepishly before sticking it on the shoulder of her shirt. "they don't seem like much, but trust me —- they work wonders."
“You realise that basically everybody here is a wackjob. I mean some more than most, obviously, but have you even looked at twitter like at all this week?”
“yeah,” fitz chortled. “you being numero uno.” he murmured half-jokingly. "i've been a little busy this week, so i haven't been able to keep up. why?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. "what's the hot goss?"
“There’s some people I really want to be grouped with, but… I don’t know, they could really be screwing all of us over as payback for all the bad stuff that’s gone on lately. I don’t know.”
“i think you're safe by being grouped with them. sharing a tent? that's a whole 'nother story. i think that's why they asked who we're all confident being tentmates with. to avoid conflict or whatever. if anything does happen, you could always come find me."
“dude all you need is me because if you get more people around you it’s safe to say your brain will melt to the bottom of your skull. i am enough. please adopt me.”
"my brain already melts to the bottom of my skull with just you around, but i know you —- all of you. unfortunately." fitz snorted. "it depends. i know a few people who put you on their list as their fourth person so. . . just pray i don't get stuck with a fuckin' weirdo."
“There are a lot worse people to be paired with than us nerds. Think about how many pyromaniacs this school has just waiting to let loose.”
“they’re not nerds. i’m a fuckin’ nerd if anything. geeks and nerds don’t go hand in hand, haverly. get your facts straight.” fitz let out a genuine laugh and shrugged his shoulders. "looks like we'll find out by the end of the trip. if we all make it, that is."
“ wow, we just have entirely different plans for this trip. i was going to spend the week hunting down those people and asking them as many questions on big foot as i could possibly think of for entertainment. ”
“for entertainment, she says.” he raised his eyebrows and nodded his head mockingly. "just admit it. you're a bigfoot conspiracy theorist. you probably have a blog listing all of the scientific evidence you could muster. it's okay. you can tell me. i won't judge."
“I hope I get the Star Trek kid. I want to reference Star Wars and ask if it’s the same thing. Watching his brain melt will be my one entertainment.” he said factually.
"i’m just going to be completely honest with you.” fitz paused and pressed his lips together for a moment before revealing, “i’ve never seen star trek or star wars. i was only ever allowed to watch national geographic growing up, but i did get into harry potter.”
“I’m basically saying the same thing as you are but I just hope I don’t get paired with Odette Brigard. That’s basically my only request. A week ago I probably would have put Irene Bloom on there too but I would take Irene and a basket full of killer bees over Odette any day. Who did you put on your camp form? I put Anne, Scar and Tilly.”
“how could anyone in their right mind go out of their way to spite the great imogen prinz?" he questioned half-jokingly. he was curious. fitz had access to social media and made the occasional post, though it was rare for him to spend every waking moment reading every single update. "imagine being in a fucking tent with someone you hate for a whole ass week. i put nero. obviously. not too sure if i'm prepared to share a tent with anyone else."
"i hope i don’t get paired with a bunch of wack jobs on the camping trip. i can only take so much of quentin wang’s star trek references and lorelai perez’s alien conspiracy theories.”
preferably nero wilder, or anyone who won’t potentially damage my brain cells.
who would you like to get to know better on this trip?
southbank students. i’ve gotten to know very few since they were moved to northlake so it be pretty cool to interact with them more. why? do we get to sit around a camp fire and share are deepest darkest secrets? like a pg version of never have i ever?
what do you hope to get out of the trip?
to have fun, i guess. like a last hurrah before college.
what skills do you think will make you a good team member during this trip?
i used to be a boy scout until i was thirteen. laugh all you want, but i can assemble a tent in less than ten minutes. i’m cpr certified so i could potentially save lives. also, i like to think i’m pretty resourceful too, but i’ll leave that up to you.
do you have any dietary requirements? specify.
none. i’d eat anything and everything. i’d probably never eat a cockroach though.
do you have any allergies or illnesses that will need to be monitored? specify.
i’m allergic to pollen. i’m also severely allergic to peanuts. tragic, i know. so if you’re thinking of ending my life, just know that that’s not the way i want to go. at least do it in a cool, way. for real though, if this turns into a nineties slasher film i’m just gonna pack my shit and go.
who is your emergency contact?
andréa leong fitzgerald, esq. ( mother ) dr. houghes fitzgerald ( father )
anne.exe: before anyone asks: yes, i WILL be wearing a baseball cap AND a fanny pack at all times during camp
anne.exe: get ready for the camp counsellor fantasy sweaties :)))
fitzophrenic: what sort of essentials could you possibly fit into (1) fanny pack?
fitzophrenic: all i'm saying is, if this thing turns into a slasher film i’m ooooout
