seeing is believing

Lucas Greenman || Thirty-One || Illusion || Grimstone Point || Lake Grimstone RP 

[greenman-lucas]

naomixpatton‌:

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Naomi heard the rush of footsteps before she could even fully usher the words out of her mouth. Clearly he wasn’t expecting them, his own confusion evident in his tone. “Because you touching me, means bad things for you.” She said quickly, pushing herself off the pavement. “That’s literal, by the way. I’m not trying to be some badass bitchy girl who doesn’t ever need anyone’s help.” She had no idea why she was spewing all this information at this man, but she was. Hissing slightly after looking at her scuffed pants that hid road rash under them, she turned her attention back to the stranger and took her keys back. “I’m fine. Apparently just blind and stupid.” She finished with a tight-lipped smile. “Thanks for grabbing my keys.” 

The comment took him aback, he couldn’t hide the frown that overtook his face either. Is she threatening you? Lucas surely didn’t think that the women was out to spout venom when he was trying to help. Though, he’d sure as hell make sure she watched herself if she was out to get him. Hauling herself off the pavement, Greenman realised she clarified her statement and that eased off the jarring sentence beforehand. 

“For a moment there, I thought that might have been a threat,” he admitted, slowly creeping his kilowatt smile back on his features. “I’m only trying to help - so why can am I literally not allowed to help?” he continued, choosing to shamelessly pry on the women’s remarks. 

“No problem,” he automatically answered as Lucas watched her recompose and take her keys back from him. Something about the encounter bothered him and naturally, his eyes narrowed to try and suss her out. It has to be some kind of power. That was the only thing he placed it down to if she wasn’t choosing to resist help. “Definitely not blind or stupid, however,” try not to make the flirtatious comment. Greenman managed to be sensible: “We’ll blame the sidewalk.” 

[greenman-lucas]

jackson--norris‌:

There was only one good thing about this festival and that was that for the duration of it people could come and go between the towns and Jackson like that. What he didn’t like was how many people were out and about, he preferred being alone and almost everyone knew that. But he had promised a couple of people that he would make an appearance and so he was standing there in the middle of it all. “So, what do people usually do first?” He asked the person next to him. He honestly had no idea where to even start, if it was up to him he would just dip into a bar and stay there until it was all over. 

The festival was an excuse that gave Lucas the opportunity to travel without restrictions, he could see his friends; a lot of his best ones were in the adjacent town, believe it or not, and there was an all too exciting idea that he could have a little break from routine. It wasn’t to say he disliked having some kind of order to his day; a work regime; training his students; causing a little too much mayhem with childish pranks on more than a few. But the festivities definitely allowed some leeway for all residents of the towns to be a little more free-for-all. 

An abundance of colour greeted him when he shuffled his way through the crowds, a beverage caught between his fingers, eyes scouting out the first thing he wanted. If anything, he was actually looking for a bar; maybe a pop-up, temporary one that was a little different to the standard, Park had some fantastic bars, clubs even. Greenman admittedly, favoured many of them to the ones he was close to in Point, but any kind of drink - he wasn’t going to say no to anywhere. He paused in his tracks to allow some bystanders to pass, the man caught at his side stole his attention. 

“I guess that all depends on the person,” Lucas murmured, turning with a smile at the man, he didn’t recognise him; a stranger. “Myself - quite honestly, a bar,” he glimpsed past the guy to see if he could catch wind of a stall serving nearby. He’d settle for somewhere he could test his powers though, made some stupid grand display to knock a few people off their balance when he crafts something extreme. “But I suppose amongst this extravagance,” that’s what he’d decided to call it. “finding somewhere that’s got some sub-par entertainment?” he offered with a shrug, seeing the amusement-like stalls boasting dumb games - he’d probably enjoy them a little too much if he were honest; getting competitive with people in most cases.

[greenman-lucas]

cassiedaws‌:

It wasn’t often that Cass would actively work out on her own, but there was something in the air that woke her up early and gave her an urge to run. It was some bullshit. About half way through her run, she realized how stupid it was, but she pushed through anyway. 

Winding down, she was coming down the hill of the mountain trails, her face glistening with sweat. Finding someone else doing what she assumed was the same thing, she called out, “Hey, you up for post-workout coffee?” Call it a new year’s resolution or some other bullshit, but Cass had made it a point to at least try and make new friends in addition to growing the friendships she had. We’ll see how long it lasts. 

Shoelace untied, Lucas was bent down on one knee, fingers travelling over the synthetic fibres to counter the trip hazard that had formed a few moments before. He’d only paused momentarily to remedy it and intermittently, Luc stole gazes ahead as if to work out the rest of his workout route. It was something a little different to being at the dojo; teaching his students martial arts and he loved doing it, but he enjoyed having his own routine too. Greenman’s breaths were a little heavy, chest heaving with the exertion as he yanked his laces tight before he tucked them into the crevasse between the trainer and his ankle to prevent them slipping again. 

Lucas stood, shoulders rolling back as he bounced somewhat eagerly on his feet, a voice catching his from behind before he even managed to break off into a jog again. An all too familiar voice. “Am I likely to say no, Cass? But I mean, I guess it is, you,” he replied, twisting around to address her completely with a smirk, back of his hand running along his forehead to catch the trickles of sweat beading its way down towards his eyes. “I enjoy many a post-workout activities - coffee dates, sure,” he added with a playfulshrug, grin springing onto his lips as he backed up a little, teasing the idea of a race run to the coffee shop. “Loser, buys?” 

[lakegrimstonerpg]

“Life may simply be my own diverse illusion.”

»  ABOUT

NAME: Lucas Greenman AGE: Thirty One POWER: Illusion OCCUPATION: Up to Player TOWN: Grimstone Point

»  HISTORY

Lucas’ mother died in childbirth, so he spent his childhood with a father that did not believe in any conventional sense of “childhood.” As a young boy, he was taught to protect himself with varying forms of self-defense classes. In addition to this, his father was persistent on him hitting the books and developing his knowledge in everything he could have; usually subject to his own field of work. Lucas did everything his father asked in order to impress him and he did it well too, but his father would always find flaws in his achievements. When he didn’t, the reaction was almost non-existent. This persistent hard work pressured on Lucas by his father was a by-product of his reaction to Lucas’ powers. The man didn’t take it well at all, thinking that the self-defense and constant development of knowledge would perhaps make his son less of a ‘freak’.

But none of the constraints his father put on him changed the outcome. He still managed to learn everything his father asked, but he continued to learn his powers as well. After all, that power allowed him create illusions. Of course, with those demands on him, he had little time to socialize. Sure, he had his few close friends who might have dragged him out to parties every now and again, but other than that he was pretty anti-social. This left many to wonder about just whom Lucas Greenman was. People were skeptical of his fighting skills and his great knowledge. Of course, jealousy was a motivator and drove people to crazy things. Thankfully though, nothing terrible happened. That was until he went to University. Being so informed in things, Lucas excelled in University but it was his one paper that caught the eye of the Government. It was the topic of evolution and mutations and was rather power-centric. After all, it was something he knew very well. But soon enough Government agents were at his dorm and taking him to Lake Grimstone, a place Lucas has come to somewhat enjoy.

Most could consider Lucas arrogant and he probably wouldn’t correct them; his abilities in many areas are good enough to embrace that arrogance. He can fight, he’s intelligent and his ability is almost down to perfection as far as he’s concerned. He’s learned that it all comes with the price of jealousy and brushes it off. When Lucas grows very close to people, he tries to protect them as best he can, some would say that is a flaw but Lucas would consider it a strength.

»  CONNECTIONS

CASSANDRA DAWSON - While Lucas didn’t expect to become so close to Cassandra, considering their constant digs at one another, he really enjoys her company. 

DANIKA PORTER - With the two of them having the same power, they tend to train together and push one another.

CHARLES PHILLIPS III - With the way Lucas tends to hold himself, and how other’s perceive him, it rubbed Charles the wrong way. 

Lucas Greenman is a CLOSED character and is portrayed by SAM CLAFLIN.

[greenman-lucas]

Do you regret what you did to Kristen?

Yes. 

I can only assume you’re referring to the incident at the theatre. That was an accident, it was supposed to be a joke. Hurting her was never my intention - or, causing her to hurt herself even. I didn’t think I could do that kind of damage with the visual illusions. None of that was supposed to happen. I know that I’m good at controlling my power, but for it to go down like it did... I have no doubt that she’s out to get payback for it too.

I consider regret something I’d never want to do repeat; I wouldn’t want to inflict that kind of trauma on her again, not like that - not without reason, a least. I know now that she’s one of Cassie’s closest friends too and I don’t doubt I’m going to get an earful from that end also. 

Kristen is now off the prank list, for a long while. 

@kristenxparrish @cassiedaws

[greenman-lucas]

| Who Needs Straws? |

[greenman-lucas]

summerxjacobs‌:

greenman-lucas‌:

“No, Lucas. I don’t know what it’s like. I’ve never held a party before.” Summer shook her head back and forth as he lifted the straw and bottle towards her again. Summer wasn’t one to give into peer pressure. But it was a party at her place. She wasn’t meaning to be annoyed or uptight about it, but she really hadn’t expected this many people to show up. 

“I’ll know it’s fake if you do that.” Summer said, talking about Lucas using his power. “If you would have done that before I walked in, then it would have worked.” She muttered as she glanced towards the beer. She snubbed her nose and shook her head. “Is there anything else? Punch, maybe?” 

He should have known that Summer upon coming home to her place and finding it being taken over in various manner of ways was going to be thrown off a little. Lucas had to unbury the knowledge that she’d said she was coming home late and likely had only just walked in to the gathering. That silenced the thoughts of whether she’d had any drinks yet, Greenman was suddenly too aware that she was stone cold sober. 

It was going to be hard fixing that on his part. He wasn’t going to try convince her or coax her into anything she didn’t want. But he’d at least try make her loosen up a little. “Well, people talk to others, they talk to more and it’s like... a domino effect? Besides, there hasn’t been any trouble yet,” he shrugged, slurring a couple of his words as he tried to justify and reassure his roommate of the party being fairly tame. 

Grinning, his tongue tickled the corner of his lips, still debating manifesting something that would get her to ease up on the obvious uptight behaviour she was showing. He was wondering how much of a nightmare Summer would be in when she likely saw the mess that was all too often left the following morning of any get togethers. “I didn’t know you’d got back,” he admitted, eyebrow raising in surprise when she suggested something different to beer. Luc turned to the concoction he’d been making before he’d found the straws and figured that was as close to punch as she was getting from him. Lucas had no idea what was where by this point and if it wasn’t in the fridge or on a table, it was anyone’s guess. 

“Here, Sum” he offered, lifting the glass towards her with some enthusiasm. “I’ll make sure you have fun, don’t worry,” he promised, tossing her a wink and a playful nudge with the corner of his beer. He’d do his best at least, it was easier than getting a grilling from her for days afterwards. 

[greenman-lucas]

What do you truly think of Summer & Aubrey?

Eh, my roomies are chill. Sharing with girls though, that isn’t exactly as fun as it sounds. Do you know how much girls malt? Hair gets everywhere, man. However, they’re definitely not the worst roommates to have. I think we make quite the apartment team.  Summer is a great cook, I know that much - she always seems to kind of check everything’s in order and is like this mix of a catechising mom and a chirpy enthusiast for all things neat and orderly. Certainly can appreciate someone like that, I get along great with her - she’d probably say different, and that I’m messy and can be a jackass for playing one to many pranks on her, but we don’t argue. As for Aubrey, she’s cool, she’s not so much one of my favourite people when she wakes me up for anything less than a fire in the building. I get we can’t win them all, and I’ve learned that if I play pranks on her, she’s jacking up my phone for the day - it’s irritating having someone play you at your own game, but I’ve always enjoyed a challenge I guess. I don’t get to see much of either of them all the time, we’re all doing our own things; different circles and all that. They tolerate my martial arts training in the living room when I’m not at the facility, can’t fault them for that. Summer did not like when I practiced roundhouses on her bedroom door and it caved that one time. I had to hold an illusion for hours until I had to figure a way to fix it or tell her.  I did eventually tell her. It’s a lot different to the dorms at University. Whole different ball game, for one, I haven’t slept with either of them. Which, considering how college was and how messy people in such close proximity could get, I think Sum and Aub are genuinely alright and I wouldn’t have anything against doing more with them - activities wise I mean, not screwing them. I just don’t think we’d be into the same things, I’d definitely train with them if they wanted to and I care about them and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to Summer or Aubrey at all.

@summerxjacobs @aubreypro

[greenman-lucas]

| Who Needs Straws? |

[greenman-lucas]

johnacostalg‌:

greenman-lucas‌:

It wasn’t often that John went to house parties. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he just never felt the need to be there. Not to mention if he got carried away and had a little too much to drink his power tended to go a little haywire, and around a bunch of people that also couldn’t see properly, hear properly, think properly, it tended to overload him a little bit. He would make an exception tonight. The other day he had literally bumped into Aubrey, and then he had overheard from someone about the party, so here he was.

John stayed in the kitchen for the most part, mostly to grab at the snacks in the fridge, but there was a steady flow of people coming in and out of that room so it seemed like the best place in the house to mingle. A beer was in hand and small talk was happening with some girl he had never seen before when a question was raised to the room by the guy holding a pack of straws and the same brand of beer as John.

John gave a small nod and stepped towards the other, the handsome guy, damn. “I’ll give it a go.” It seemed like it could be fun, so he took a straw from the pack, a green one, and bent it over the rim of the bottle, waiting for anyone else who wanted to get involved to follow suit. “So we what, down it on three?” He shot the handsome guy a small smile, awaiting further instructions.

The kitchen seemed to pause a little at Lucas’ call, the sounds of voices quietened ever so slightly before rising again when a stranger across from him took him up on the offer. The beer in the guy’s hand matched his own and Luc could only smile at the casual shrug of an acceptance. He’d never seen the man before, as it turned out, Greenman was unaware til then about how many people he didn’t recognise who’d turned up. A lot of his friends were lost in the crowds, he’d not seen Cass for a while either. 

“Absolutely” Lucas chimed, clinking the bottle against the other males. He was already on the end of the tipsy line and he was certainly going to cross that barrier by the end of this encounter with the newfound challenger. “Knock it back, fast as you can,” he elaborated, lifting the bottle up to his mouth, lifting a brow back at the other guy to make sure he was ready. 

He certainly looked it. 

“One, two,” three, it was unspoken, but he figured the guy was on the count just as much and Greenman threw the bottle back, swallowing the contents of the beer. A slither of foam was trickling from the corner of his lip, he wasn’t watching how well the other was doing for time and with one last gulp, he landed the bottle back on the side of the kitchen counter. Luc, with a grin, looked back up to the male to see how they’d both done against one another.

[greenman-lucas]

| Who Needs Straws? |

[greenman-lucas]

abigail-nelson‌:

greenman-lucas‌:

Abigail didn’t dislike parties, but she also didn’t like them if they were boring or just stupid. This one seemed to have a good balance so far. There were lots of people, but she could still make her way through the apartment without getting a drink spilled on her, and there were no fights yet. She definitely hadn’t reached her cue to leave - which was usually when fights started breaking out and people were too drunk to actually control themselves. 

Once again, the female was wearing clothes she’d created herself, a little two piece that consisted of a crop top and skirt and decided to give it its first outing. She was making her way through the apartment, looking for either someone she recognised or for someone that looked nice enough to attach herself to even for just a little while when she heard shouts of strawpedo. Abigail made her way to the man with the beer and the straws, helping herself to one of each with a smile. “I was the strawpedo champ in my town.” No one expects it to be the quiet ones, yet it always was. She copied Lucas, grabbing a luminescent green straw and popping it in her beer, bending the straw over the edge the same way the other had. “Ready? Go!” The second the word left her lips, she brought the bottle to her mouth and drank, as fast as she could, the straw allowing for air so she could drink without worrying about the suction that usually happened, caused by the liquid leaving the bottle. 

It had been a long time since she’d done this, but still her time wasn’t bad! Just probably not fast enough to beat the other. When she was finished, she slammed her bottle on the side and grinned, “Still, not bad seeing as though it’s been a while.” 

Lucas hadn’t paid much mind to who he’d asked to drink with him. There wasn’t all that much Greenman had against many people, he was usually pretty confident speaking to anyone, whether alcohol was involved or not. The woman who’d engaged in his offer was definitely not someone Lucas knew or had spoken to. Her attire was giveaway of that, he didn’t dislike it at all, but it was certainly something that make his eyes travel; something he’d remember. It was pretty unique by his standards. 

An even more attractive thing to watch was how easy she stole a green straw and jumped in on the drinking battle; that she was also champion. “I expect great things from you then, champ,” he chuckled, unable to hear his own slight slurring when he spoke. Luc would have even missed the call if he wasn’t standing an arm’s length beside her. They were both suddenly rearing their heads back and the bottle was tipped back over each of their lips. 

The music was loud over the sound of jeering in the room, but Lucas and the stranger were only concentrating on getting the liquid into their stomachs. He even felt like it was the longest period of time before he eventually met the end of it and knocked the bottle down on the counter. There may have been only half a second between them, both sounds of glass bottles on tabletop echoing through the kitchen. Luc was grinning, thumb running along the bottom of his lip to catch the droplets of beer threatening to slip down his chin. 

“Not bad at all,” he praised, moving past her to grab another two in his hands, necks of the bottles balanced between his fingers. “but you gotta be a little quicker else I’ll take your title, champ, and add it to the collection I already have,” he jibed, plucking another straw - a red one, from the plastic packet. With one of his signature smirks, he knocked his hand down over the top of the bottle as he knocked it against on the side of the counter. The metal seal clinked off before he held the bottle back towards her, as a challenge. “Best of three - I’ll even let you pick the loser’s forfeit.” 

[fionadrake]

Honesty Hour! Ask my character anything and they have to answer with 100% honesty, and they can’t refuse to answer!

Fiona Harley Clark Sophia Zachariah Abigail

[greenman-lucas]

Lucas

Tristan

[greenman-lucas]

gowrenrogers‌:

greenman-lucas‌:

Wren mummed, a sloppy smile on his lips as he glossily looked at the stars above him. “There was a song about that,” he recalled. “Soomewhere ouuut there beneath the biiig moonliiiight,” he sang, then stopped correcting himself. “Wait, no, not that part, hm..” he tried to recall the part in the song where it talked about even though two people are far away they’re still underneath the same big sky, but he couldnt remember it, so he just let out a “hmph” giving-up song, and replied in explanation, “Its some Disney song, I think. I dunno. I remember a mouse so I guess it /has/ to be Disney,” he shrugged.

Wren smiled at the other, “Hi, Lucas, nice to meet ya,” he said as he took the bottle back from him. He tilted his head back and tilted back the bottle finishing it off. He pouted and poured the bottle over, emptying out the droplets of what was left onto his pants. “Oh..” he said sadly. “Yeah. More. More. Thatd be good. More.” He agreed with his new friend and patted his knee. “Lezz go!” He said. He staggered to a standing position but then plopped back down on the bench.

“Was there?” Lucas inquired, not at all following along with the song that Wren was referring to - not that the somewhat inaccurate recounting of the melody was easy to distinguish from the drunk guy’s impression of it. Greenman could only chuckle at the disorientation, he would make sure the drunkard was alright - Luc could do a few more before he would feel its effects. 

The other guy though, he looked a little past gone. Lucas was considering getting him some water whilst he topped up on the alcohol front. Shaking his head, Luc tittered his tongue on his teeth. “Sorry dude, no idea.” he admitted, shrugging off the fact he had absolutely no clue what the man was on about. A sure sign that if Wren wasn’t going to stop, he would at least have to slow down. 

Before the illusionist could even protest to the poor choice of an action, Wren had tipped the remaining contents onto his own pants. There was some kind of instantaneous regret to coming up with the idea of finding more. The guy was on another level of drunk. “Alright, we’ll see what’s open,” he muttered, forwning when he could even see the poor guy was struggling to stand. “Perhaps we should take you home, man.” he added with some caution, stepping a little closer to ease the guy up with his elbow. “Think you’ve hit a limit.” 

[greenman-lucas]

| Who Needs Straws? |

[greenman-lucas]

summerxjacobs‌:

greenman-lucas‌:

Summer wasn’t a partier. She never had been when she was younger and she wasn’t now. But, she wasn’t going to tell her roommates that they couldn’t throw a party. She’d adjust, just as she always did. She even sent a text to Max and Austin just so they knew about it. If they wanted to show, they could. If not, she wouldn’t be upset about it. It was just supposed to be a small gathering, right? 

She was already late to the party by the time she got home from her job and what she saw made her jaw drop. She had thought it would be a small party. More like a get together with some drinking. But instead, there were flashing lights, causing her to blink rapidly to try to get herself to adjust, booze everywhere, and extremely loud music. 

Summer’s eyes narrowed as she made her way through the crowd of people until she found one of her roommates. “Lucas?” Summer asked but her voice was drowned out by the music. “Lucas!” She raised her voice. “I thought there was only supposed to be a few people over!” Summer’s head shook back and forth at the disarray of her own apartment. 

She jerked back slightly when she realized he was slurring his words. “Strawpedo?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. Summer had no idea what that was, nor did she want to. “Lucas, how did this many people find out about the party?” 

It hadn’t turned out quite as anticipated and Luc wasn’t all that sure how so many people had turned up and swarmed the places like bees. But there wasn’t exactly much argument for him; he didn’t mind, he was already quite a few drinks down and the severity of the actions for the morning were long forgotten. Tomorrow’s problem. That was the attitude most of the evening’s antics were going. So, when Summer was at the brunt of his drinking battle question, he should have expected some kind of reluctance - and disappointment. 

“Summer,” he replied, throwing on his usual smile, the straws in his hand lowering for a moment. He didn’t know where she’d been or if she’d drunk anything at all; he was certain he recalled Aubrey telling her about the gathering of sorts. Even he couldn’t answer her questioning though. “You know what it’s like - people tell their friends and so on and so forth...c’mon...” he urged, lifting the straw and bottle again to try and get her to be a little less mad about the whole thing. 

In every household, there was usually someone playing peacekeeper and parent, for them, it was Summer and she was the sensible, level-headed one of them all. “I can make them disappear if you want, Sum? You don’t have to see them?” he shrugged, glancing around and preparing his head in case he would somehow, half-cut summon the illusion of a less busy apartment. “Beer?” he chimed afterwards, tossing the straws aside and hoping she’d be less scorning to him about the party if she realised that it was just a few more people than expected. 

[greenman-lucas]

aubreypro‌:

greenman-lucas‌:

She made her way further into the place that used to be their living room, but now looked more like a frat house, each step she took laced with sheer drowsiness; eyes taking in her surroundings. “My head is killing me..” She mumbled, as she awaited for Lucas to show up. How did they even let this happen? It was supposed to be a quiet get together. Once the male showed up, her tired gaze instantly shot up to him, “You look horrible.” She couldn’t even laugh, she feared it was going to cause an explosion in her head, so she only let out a mocking, huff of air. “I don’t know…Around 2pm maybe?” She could only guess, no clocks were visible where they were, and she didn’t even know where her phone went. That was the least bit of her problems, she could trace it after they dealt with the mess. 

Throwing the broken pole in his direction, she lifted her shoulders, “This one. Did someone bring it over?” She asked, unable to recall certain bits and pieces from last night. “Can’t you use your mojo? Just make an illusion of a clean living room, so we can live in it, and never clean that mess.” She suggested, as she dragged her palms over her tired features.

The longer Luc looked at their bombsite of a flat, the worse it looked; another crack in the countertop appeared, another stain on the carpet that would take more than a little elbow grease to get out. Greenman was not in the slightest bit interested in doing anything but taking his water and passing back out in his bed. “That’d be the drink, Aubs.” Luc murmured,glancing back her way from the kitchen as he lazily slumped up against it. He was refilling his water every few moments and his body was protesting every time he moved. 

He wasn’t all that surprised to hear how horrendous he likely looked, his hair was askew at all angles and he had only just thrown on some clothes from the floor. Luc wouldn’t have been surprised if his eyes were bloodshot and reflecting how awful he felt. Two o’clock was not late enough in the day to even consider cleaning the chaos up; he was noting the discarded cans and bottles on every available side counter. He shook his head, rubbing his temples to ease the headache that was taking him. 

The clattering earned his ire, his eyes darting to the pole she’d thrown his way with disinterest. “I presume so, not unless you’ve had it stored in your room,” he muttered, well aware she was the only potential candidate, Summer was the least likely to have anything; in fact, he was probably going to get a grilling from her, Aubrey too about the extent of last night. 

Another thing he was not all that thrilled about. Scoffing, he called back over to her at the idea. “It’d still be there, you’d trip over all the shit you couldn’t see if I hid it.” he replied, rolling his eyes and considering asking Summer to rewind some things... just for the sake of the clean-up. “I’m going back to bed,” he grumbled afterwards, trailing across the room, sidestepping over a broken chair and heading towards his room. 

[aubreypro]

God, if someone told Aubrey that drinking actually caused that much demage, she wouldn’t even do those horrible tequila shots. Was it only tequila shots? Maybe there were also jegermeister ones. She couldn’t even remember what exactly she drank and how much she consumed. One thing was for sure, she was never doing that again. Walking out of her room, in a large star wars shirt, and shorts, she rubbed her sore, barely open eyes; her head feeling as if it was going to explode all over the floor. Stumbling onto something, she finally glanced around the living room through half-lidded eyes, and instantly let out a gasp. The entire room was a mess, the coach was ruined, there was broken glass everywhere, and everything was completely upside down. Bending down, she picked up the two halves of a broken strip pole, “Lucas!!” The sound of her own scream was like a drill through her head, but she only flinched and continued to yell out to her roommate, “Why is there a broken strip pole in our living room?” @greenman-lucas​

[greenman-lucas]

Lucas had been passed out, he wasn’t sure it was even his own bed; it felt different; not even sure he was alone. The heavy pounding that drummed through his skull reminded him that last night did happen and all the events that were flooding his mind were certainly real. Including the fact that when he heard Aubrey yelling his name from somewhere on the other side of his door, he couldn’t stop the groan of protest leave him. I don’t want to deal with it right now Aub, let me sleep. 

Then he heard something about a pole and figured she wasn’t going to let up until he moved. The reason the bed felt different was that somehow, Greenman was laying on the opposite end of it, a figure under the covers on his usual end. Fuck. He didn’t dare go and unbury the covers from the figure shaped individual until he’d at least seen what his roommate was yapping about. Slumping off the side of the bed, his head felt worse for the sudden shift of weight. He grabbed some shorts and a tank from the floor before reluctantly stumbling out of his room. 

“What the fuck, Aubrey, what time is it?” he grumbled, looking for a clock he knew they didn’t have on the wall. His grunting didn’t stop even when he was in the kitchen looking for something to wet his dry throat. He was feeling pretty crummy about the hangover. “What are you on about a pole?” he asked afterwards, unaware he’d stepped over the absolute chaos of their apartment until he took a second to survey it, his lip twitching in annoyance Great. 

[greenman-lucas]

| Who Needs Straws? |

When the whole ‘let’s throw a party’ thing had been broached. The main reason Lucas hadn’t shut his roommates idea down about it was that Aubrey seemed utterly clueless in how to organise one - let alone who was appropriate to invite. Luc was not having the entire goddamn town in his place and with the way Aub had been going, it was going to be all the people he’d clash heads with. He knew Summer was unlikely to want to have anything crazy. In fact, Luc wasn’t all that enthused for idea and it’s unexciting basis; it was last minute; he wasn’t all that sure his roommates were the type and the small gathering wasn’t his scene and there wasn’t exactly cupboards full of alcohol.

How it’d turned out though, was a lot more on his level. There was insane lights, whoever had plugged in fluorescent beams had no consideration for epilepsy. There was barrels of booze haphazardly dotted around the apartment and Greenman was a little more than half-cut, in the kitchen mixing some god awful cup of whatever was on the kitchen side. He’d imagined he’d been a good host to his friends - even to some of Summer and Aubrey’s ones that he wasn’t too familiar with. In fact, he’d lost his roomies long ago amongst the bustling of groups in his apartment. But through his slurring, joking and little pranking he’d been doing to the unsuspecting, Lucas had found a packet of multicoloured straws. 

For some reason, this spurred some of the more childish aspects of Greenman’s personality. he unsheathed one of the pink ones from the packet and slotred it into the top of his beer before turning to the partygoers in the kitchen. “We now have straws, strawpedo anyone?” he asked with a grin, bending the plastic straw it over readily. 

[greenman-lucas]

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“Calling you an evil genius would be a compliment, Lucas.” Jonathan smirked at the other male, “You can’t have that much fun with an angel, now can you?” He arched his brows playfully. Jonathan liked Lucas’s company, the man was anything but an angel, and if he was anything like Jonathan, which he had proved to be so far, then they would actually get along pretty well. 

Jonathan didn’t feel the need to let the other man know exactly what he could do. Well, if push came to shove, he could easily show him by breaking some of his bones, that would definitely teach Lucas a lesson, but so far, he enjoyed their little banter, and the fact that Lucas kept on showing more bits and pieces of himself, without Jonathan having too push for that. He was ding all on his own, and if Lucas continued to do so, soon enough Jonathan was going to figure out who the other man truly was.

“Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it’s gonna take her a lot more to kill me.” Jonathan made sure to give the other male a hint, not only of his giant confidence, but of who he truly was. It wasn’t a facade, he wasn’t hiding behind his confidence, his words were laced with absolute certainty that only someone who had won more than a couple of fights could muster. Picking up the pace, he lined up with Lucas, as he focused his gaze upon the trees, fully aware that his so called new friend, could cook up a surprise. “And who’s gonna look out for you?”

“I suppose not,” Lucas mused, lifting a brow at how Jonathan had chosen to take the remark. “Or you’re not having the right kind of fun with an angel?” he offered back with a half-arsed shrug. There was something about the banter between the two of them that Lucas was growing to like. He wasn’t sure how to feel about the other man just yet, he’d seen a blind arrogance this whole time. Though, Luc wasn’t all that much different and found that they had an equal ability to bounce off one another. 

Chuckling, Greenman continued to weave through the mass of forestation and he could feel the thin layer of sweat trickle down his back and stick his tee to his skin. The cool air as he moved offered little reprise as his body temperature rose with each burst of exertion. “Don’t say it too loudly, she might here you Giant,” he returned, glimpsing Jonathan’s way. “I don’t think she’s all that appreciative to taunts.” he jibed, seeing that he’d caught up to match pace by now. 

“I don’t need anyone to look out for me I guess,” he remarked with a smirk, hopping over an overgrown tree root in an almost skipping manner. “Just keep your eyes ahead,” he informed, a little bit of a warning intertwined in the words. Luc wasn’t quite sure what his next joke on the man would be yet, but he figured he’d find something to jab him with soon enough.

[livixdunne-blog]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[greenman-lucas]

Tristan

Lucas