heather chaplin

dark sides are imporant. they should be nurtured like nasty black orchids. CLUBS: Field Hockey, Astronomy Club, Orchestra & Athena’s Wolves

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"God I can barely read this syllabus right now. To whoever thought having a rager that would get us all hungover before classes started was a good idea, screw you. ”

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peterwenske:

Peter peeled away from the wall, looking up at the sound of a familiar voice from beneath his pulled-up hood. His expression was wary and guarded by default; only once he recognized the figure hurrying his way did his features relax into their usual sullen softness. “Hey,” he greeted Heather lamely, sticking his lit cigarette back into his mouth; after releasing a hearty lungful of smoke, Peter gave her a stiff, noncommittal shrug. “Shit was getting dire in there. I’m pretty sure it’s a fire code violation for it to be that packed.”

“Why are you out here all alone, babe?” Heather plucked the cigarette out of his fingers, gracefully bringing it to her mouth before inhaling deeply. “You say that about every party we go to. Which one of the boys dragged you to Chandler? You know that’s always the craziest party on campus; not exactly your scene.”

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alicekamprad:

A chuckle slipped from her lips before she tipped her head back and quickly downed the shot. “I gotchu, I wouldn’t let that happen to you, just watch your drink from now.”

She felt a familiar burn in her throat as she downed her shot as well, a slight grimace twisting across her lips. “Trust me, my next one won’t be leaving my hand all evening”

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odeletobias:

– ‘ I think I’ll take the alcohol poisoning ’ she shrugs, adjusting the strap of her bag higher up her shoulder. she knew she should have brought a clutch, this was going to annoy her all night, though there wasn’t anything for it now. ‘ i was meant to be waiting for a friend, but she’s like ten minutes late, so she can walk in on her own. ’

“Yeah fuck her, come on in with me. Plus you’re no good to the team if you die out her,” Heather hummed, a smile playing across her face.  “Now I can skip the part where I have to search a sweaty crowd for ten minutes to find someone I know.” 

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blakefraser:

blake had tossed the idea of actually attending one of the many parties being thrown tonight, leaning towards never leaving her dorm. however, it was the start of a new year and the idea didn’t wanna make her vomit. so she made her decision. finally at the door, she was halted by a bunch of drunk jocks. she pushed her hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. while doing so, she met a gaze with some brunette also coming to attend the mess of a party. “ by all means. ” she ushered the girl to go on into the blocked doorway.

Heather’s eyes narrowed, jaw tight with growing tension as she gazed at the idiots blocking the door. “I didn’t spend a half an hour styling my hair to get stuck outside all night,” she huffed, glancing at the blonde before turning back towards the human barricade. “Time for them to move,” Without hesitating, she broke the drunken crowd up with sharp elbows and sheer determination, giving a harsh shove to anyone who didn’t get the message, creating a path for the pair to enter the dorm. 

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frankielancaster:

“Actually, I was waiting for you,” They responded as they turned to face them and having seen their team mate from a distance, and not liking being the kind of person who liked entering a party alone they had decided to wait for them. ”Besides if my liver’s going to hell, then I’m sure as hell taking yours with me,” Frankie continued with laugh, and adjusting the zip of the jacket she was wearing; “So now that you’re here, shall we?”

Heather gave them a smile in return, nudging them with her shoulder lightly before turning towards the door. “My liver, along with the rest of me, went to hell long ago. But it was sweet of you to risk freezing to death for me.” A shiver ran up her spine as her following words were released with a sharp exhale, “Yes let’s get in their before we freeze our assess off.”

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isaac-powell:

“Sure, we’ll just cut a lil’ hole in the top so that everyone can see that your eyelashes are fake.” He tapped his ash, letting it drift daintily towards the asphalt before he brought it back to his lips from the junction between two fingers that topped with bitten down nails. “New year, new me.”

“I stole them from your sister,” Heather replied without skipping a beat, crossing her arms again, the cigarette held precariously between two fingers. “The new you is gonna freeze to death before you can complete what ever god awful New Years Resolution you came up with.”

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riannacollins:

“..this isn’t the Duke dorm, is it?” Rian asked, chuckling to herself. “I may have drunk a bit. Just a bit, though.”

Heather gazed at the girl with mild amusement, “No...no this is Chandler. Are you that drunk already or are you just a freshman?”

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grahamwerner:

                Chrysalis eyes examined the approaching female, wondering if she was his next customer, and the boy parted his lips as if to speak, but something within him refrained. As she spoke instead, he knew he’d made the right call. She wasn’t his girl. They wouldn’t have been so obvious– so leisurely in their movements. No, they were always rigid– always clearly afraid to get caught, but Graham knew deep down, that’s what drew them all in. He looked away then, large, skilled hands furrowed in his pockets, his jaw clenched, “–– Do I know you?” He spoke, voice smooth and crisp, much like the winter air, his tone, not curious by any means, but more than anything laced with a subtle attempt to get her to leave him be. “ 

Out of reflex to his tone, her eyebrows arched. The friendly mood she was in rapidly dissipated.  “No, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” she responded slowly, sarcasm dripping off her words. Her eyes gave him a once over, they were sharp and unforgiving.  “Don’t worry, I’m not looking to rectify the fact. If just you step out of the way I’ll go join the people who look like they’re actually having fun.” She finished cooly with just a hint of a chilly smile on her lips,already turning towards the door behind them.

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“Hey, dude, uh…funny story. You’re never going to believe what happened.”

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Heather pushed her way through the crowd, struggling to hear Theo over the drunken roar of her fellow students. “Share with the class; what happened Theo? Also, where the hell are you?”

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isaac-powell:

“Then it’ll be a cardboard coffin and a quick in the incinerator for you.” Isaac said loftily, lighting up with ease. “How rude of me. Want one?”

“Have you seen my face? No one with a face like this gets shoved into a cardboard box shaped like coffin,” She said dryly, but a smile started to play across her lips.  Heather  nimble fingers plucked the cigarette out of Isaac’s hand after he took his first drag. “How kind of you.”

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wava-powell:

“One man’s fun is another man’s misery, or whatever,” she grumbled, disappointedly sober, looking on glumly at the party goers they pushed past, each raising a bottle of something a little different to their lips. Finally in a clearing, she tipped her head back to the clear sky, breathing deeply. “Got a flask or a cig?”

At Ava’s words she dipped her hand into the purse hanging off her shoulder, fishing around for the flask  she had filled with her favorite brand of tequila. However she was interrupted when a sweaty body wearing a cheap polyester rammed into her. Heather stumbled into Ava’s side, anger rushing through her as she felt the unpleasant sensation of liquid seeping into jeans and hitting her new swede heels. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she practically growled, eyes venomous as they turn towards the cow who spilled jungle juice on her. 

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alicekamprad:

“Without meaning to sound too dramatic, you definitely owe me your life now,” Alice nodded, a grin playing on her lips as she poured herself a shot of vodka. “But I’ll take a simple ‘thank you’ instead, I’m not too greedy.”

Heather’s eyes flashed with amusement, reaching out to snag the bottle to pour herself a matching shot.  “Well thank you for mostly likely saving me from contracting herpes or something equally repulsive. Contracting a veneral disease is not part of the plan tonight.” 

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isaac-powell:

“I’m tryin’ to light a cigarette here, sweetheart.” Isaac’s hand was cupped around the struggling flame, his lips curved downwards. “Wanna block the wind, then I’ll escort ya in.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, she huddled up to Issac as she cupped her hands around the cigarette. “Don’t ever say I’ve never done anything for you Powell. If I freeze to death you’re footing the bill for my funeral.”

[myeuphcria]

“I wouldn’t drink that if i were you,” Alice gestured to the glass the other had just picked up. “I just walked in here but I could’ve sworn I saw someone spitting out whatever they had in their mouth into that glass.”

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Heathers hand froze midair, a grimace twisting across her lips as she looked down at was was her perfectly mixed cocktail. “God people start drinking and they loose all common decency.” She practically sneered, gingerly placing the glass back on the counter. Her eyes flicked up to meet the blonde, “I kind of feel like I owe you my life now.” She sighed, her grimace melting into a more pleasant expression.

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“You wanna get out of here?” Ava paused, tapping her bottom lip with an index finger, “Not a come on, it’s just getting too loud is all.” 

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Heather leaned in towards her friend, “But half the fun of going to a party is waking up the next day with one of your ear drums blown out.” She laughed lightly as she linked arms with the brunette, leading them away from the crowd they had suddenly found themselves swarmed by. 

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Heather had her arms crossed tightly, trying to conserve as much warmth as she could in the cold January air. She was hardly dressed for warmth although she looked downright conservative compared to some girls. As she hurridly approached Chandler dorm, the lower rumble of house music greeted her. A figure standing in front to the double doors caught her attention, her eyes meeting theirs as she drew nearer. “Are you going in, or was the plan to freeze to death rather than die of alcohol poisoning before the night was over?” She huffed, far too sober to stand outside for much longer.