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jaren rosenthal // 21 // bridgemont Jaren: looks like that guy from stranger things daddy steve could get it git it good looks like that guy from parcs and rec who autotunes himself Le McDo

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sxskiacohen

“You sound even snobbier than me right now. Oh, god, you’re right, I can’t go switching places with Mitt Romney because I sucked some Mormon dick. This all sounds very Freaky Friday, but with much more awkward sex involved,” she quipped. “ I’m once again incredibly offended, there’s no way I’d run a Mormon cult. Honestly, our cult would be so cool, if we ran one. The kind where everyone is tripping all the time and has lots and lots of group sex. It’d be fuckin’ hilarious.”

“You know I’m just joshin’. Wear whatever you want. Once I was really good friends with this guy who almost exclusively wore a t-shirt that said ‘master baiter’ on it. With a little fish hook and everything. I just genuinely can’t picture you wearing that Little House on the Prairie shit. It’s like a bad fever dream,” He said, cracking a smile. “Just go to Coachella, man. No point in making your own cult when one just like it already exists.”

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sxskiacohen

The girl rolled her eyes, clicking her pen again before setting it down on the table. “Does it matter?” She scoffed, leaning across the table to quickly punch him on the arm. “I am insulted. Humiliated, Jaren. Absolutely offended. How could you say such slander about my sexual character? I am an angel who has never done anything wrong in her life.”

“Uh, yeah it matters. Fashion is danger, man. You start jackin’ off Mormons you turn into a Mormon, everyone knows that. Then you start dressing like them and going door to door to tell people about the Good Word,” He deadpanned. “And I can’t hang out with you if you look like you’re in a cult. Everyone’ll think we’re planning the next Y2K.”

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sxskiacohen

“Do you think if I gave the TA a handjob, he’d take this test on early Renaissance painting techniques for me?” The girl asked nonchalantly, her voice devoid of any humor. She looked up from her spot at the table, pen held against her cheek, clicking it over and over again against her face. “Or do you think I’m going to have to go for a full out blowjob?” She clicked her pen once more, shifting back in her seat. “Honestly, at this point I’m one hundred percent willing to exchange sexual favors for grades.”

“Very interesting,” He responded with a playful smirk at her words, sitting down in the chair across from her before crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back. “The cute one with glasses or the one who dresses like a Mormon? ‘Cause if it’s the first one I’d go for it. You were gonna do it anyway.”

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willollyster

In his entire life, Wilfred had probably never felt like this. Some kind of mix between shocked and surprisingly, ashamed. He didn’t really know the main reason, he was stuck between the realization Bradley knew everything, and what he was about to do. Which also was one of Bradley’s idea, so he’d say she was the main reason. But even with the strange feeling inside him, Will knew he’d have to do it. It was that or running far away and changing name at the thought of everyone knowing his secrets. And the later wasn’t an option. With a small sigh, the boy made his way through the crowd, which was unsurprisingly crowded, turning his task of finding Jaren a lot harder than he’d think. It took him a few minutes of pushing people around before finally reaching him. Will stayed behind him for a moment, trying not to think about what was about to happen, and then just went for it. “Hum, Jaren? Can I ask you something?”

It wasn’t until about an hour or so after Jaren had swallowed what he pulled out of that bowl that he realized it wasn’t some generic over-the-counter cough medicine someone lazily threw in. What he knew for sure, though, was that LSD was one hell of a drug; the sound of the waves crashing against the boat were resonant in his ears and noisily clashing with the warped voices of the other partygoers, and the rainbowy sheen surrounding each source of light seemed to distort his surroundings even more. At the sound of his name, he spun around, squinting at the other. He couldn’t really tell if he recognized them or not-- whoever it was kind of looked like a long-lost Hemsworth brother, except his face wouldn’t stop moving. Nothing would stop moving. “Uh. Sure,” He said anyway, his own words echoing in his ears. Am I really talking that slow or is that just the way I sound? He asked himself, trying his best to pay attention to the other’s question.

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onyxftz

“you know,” onyx spoke, pulling at a rip in her tights, “christmas in new york really isn’t that great. especially if you’re spending it in the projects.” she took an inhale of her cigarette, watching the end burn and turn red before directing her narrowed blue eyes back towards the other. “i think i’ve almost missed it around here,” she smirked. “tell me what i’ve missed, and if it’s boring, just make something up.”

“Hm,” He tapped his chin briefly, before leaning forward as if the information he was about to give was actually important. “Well, Kim K is pregnant with her third child and announced she will name it Moon-Unit Zappa West,” He began, puffing on his own cigarette. “They’re building a second Statue of Liberty on campus called the Statue of Liberty II, someone was found housing twenty cats in their dorm room, a teacher was fired for possession of PCP, Mark Zuckerberg officially decided to take Facebook down for 2017, Tommy Wiseau’s making a sequel to The Room, and Kurt Cobain was found dead this morning at age 27. It’s been a really wild ride.”

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nxwashington

Noah laughed. “Either and or both. Honestly, if this school is good at anything, it’s decidedly not moderation.” Tylenol. Damn, and he’d thought he was so original, saying fuck it to the system and saving the good stuff for himself and all that. “Okay, fair point. But I’ll bet you three bucks we’ll all be grateful for the painkillers come morning.” 

“No kidding. The second staff banned alcohol there was a party planned solely for drinking alcohol,” He said, thinking the entire situation was more laughable than anything else. “Don’t think it counts as a bet if I agree with you, man,” He snorted. “I’ll still take the three bucks, though.”

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arlowed

“Happy fuckin’ New Year!” Daphne feigned excitement, hands lurching into the air in mock celebration. “Wanna trade candy with me?” Opening her palm, she revealed a half dozen primary colored pills. “I snatched a couple extra.” 

“Hey, back at’cha,” He greeted the other with a grin, taking a drag of his cigarette before he was peering down into her hand at the so-called candy. “Hm,” He thought for a moment, pulling the cigarette back momentarily before shaking his head. “Sorry, man. Fished a couple of those out of the bowl already and now there’s nothing to trade anymore.”

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nxwashington

Noah stood by the railing, drink in hand. It was a nice night, a clear night, a good night to ring out this godforsaken year–a whole year without Natalie. Jesus. He took a sip, relishing the slow burn as the gin worked its way down his throat. He wasn’t drunk yet, but the night was still young, and he wanted to see how long it would take for people to realize that his contribution to the “forbidden apple bowl” was literally ibuprofen. The strong kind, but still. Another sip, and Noah turned towards the person next to him. “How long before someone goes overboard?”

At the other’s question, Jaren spared a glance at his watch, a lazy ‘hmm’ resounding from him as he thought it over. “Overboard as in takes too many of those,” He responded, pointing towards the rather decorative bowl of pills, “Or as in falls off the boat? ‘Cause either way, I’ll give it, like, 45 minutes,” He shrugged. “Actually, I’m pretty sure at least half of that is Tylenol,” He murmured with a snort. “Worse comes to worst, someone’ll have a headache from mild acetaminophen overdose and everyone decides to never do this again. It was a cool idea, though.”

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jakesntgo

“Welcome to the world where a bunch of people gather around and watch as someone opens up a can of tomato soup, and then call it an art piece.”

“Was that an Andy Warhol drag? ‘Cause you’re, like, fifty years too late, man.”

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leahbelfer

“We won’t talk about it,” She laughed, the premise something she hadn’t thought of as completely ridiculous until he pointed it out. “At least it’s not Mario.” Leah took a step back to admire her handy work, a wash of contentment over her as Jaren stepped.  “Never even considered that before. They probably think people are smarter than that,” she contemplated, practically snatching the note from his hand once he was upright. “Take your time, why don’t ya?” She bantered, tossing her hair over one shoulder so she could join in on the fun. Distracting from the sour taste at the back of her throat, she chuckled at the situation. Doing cocaine in a castle was really a once in a lifetime experience. 

Leah’s sarcastic quip had no effect on him whatsoever; by the time she had finished speaking, he was standing straight up again, one hand flying to his nose as his eyes shut with momentary discomfort. The few seconds that had passed faded into numbness, and Jaren could already feel the night’s mood shift from good to better. His heart raced to catch up with his head and suddenly, everything on his mind-- the worry of getting caught, the amount of money spent, the fact that he knew he had a problem that clearly wasn’t going to get better anytime soon-- none of it mattered. In the moment, it was worth it. “Shit,” He breathed as he opened his eyes, nearly forgetting Leah was there as the sound of his own voice snapped him back to the real world. 

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leahbelfer:

The solace of the seedy bathroom gave her some much needed peace with the bag between her middle and index finger so she could give it a shake. There was no obvious risk of anyone hearing them in here, comforting in only the way getting high in private with your friends could be. “You got any notes?” She asked quickly, inspecting the bathroom in preperation like this was a mission she had to complete promptly. Deciding the counter was the way to go, she tipped most of the fine white powder out. Just seeing it there was a rush, as she took a DS game from her pocket and ran it through as best she could in the hurry. There was no time to wait for a card to cut it and it’d disappear by the end of the night anyway. An old starbucks gift card was usually weapon of choice, but there was no point delaying the buzz she craved. “How’d you snag this? Got some medieval connections I don’t know about or something?” The blonde cracked, happy as a kid on Christmas morning.

Before she even asked the question, Jaren’s hands were busy rolling up a dollar with all the precision he could muster in his buzzed state. Leaning back against the door, he glanced up towards her, managing a faint snort at the sight of the DS game. “Is that Pokemon?” He asked, excitement taking over his attempt to hide a grin. Just the sight alone was enough to pull him back to years before, where he could’ve sworn he saw the same thing at some high school party he got too fucked up to stay awake through. “Do you know how easy it is to smuggle drugs onto a plane if you just put that shit in a carry-on?” He asked, clearly having some prior experience. Straightening his back slightly as he walked closer to her, he chewed on his lower lip, examining the lines she’d made before leaning over and putting the freshly rolled bill to good use. 

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leahbelfer:

There was no question in her mind about what the almost cliché turn of phrase meant, containing herself as best she could while her excitement spiked. For a broke girl, times like this were a blessing. “Oh! What are we doing out here with all the body heat when it’s nice and chilly in there?” Her eyebrow perked up, a quick glimpse around to check no one had overheard. “Move that fine ass, Rosenthal – My snow angel. Hanukkah presents don’t open themselves,” she insisted eagerly as she grazed past him with a grin. If anything could get her mind off all the bullshit, this was it. 

“That’s what I’m sayin’!” He reassured the blonde, trailing behind her through the crowd of people that had only dwindled very slightly since the party began. For an event that sprouted purely out of spite for new rules meant to keep the student body safe, he couldn’t help but notice how much more fun it really was. His subtle worry over how fucked up of a thought that was had Jaren even more ready for him and Leah to be alone. Finally, once the bathroom door was shut and locked behind them and all the voices were as distant as possible, he turned to her, pulling a small bag out of his pocket and throwing it over to her. “We’re good, but we gotta make it quick unless we want people to start pissing themselves.” He paused. “Hah, okay, nevermind. Take your time.”

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leahbelfer

Putting a bunch of young adults in a tragic situation and removing their freedom had resulted in a party Leah never expected. The most pristine of girls from one of her classes was already passed out in the middle of the floor, Leah stepping over her splayed out body when she heard her name over all the ruckus. A quick scan for the voice was wasted as Jarens presence seemed to jump on her. “I’ll guess and say my finest friend right here,” She wrinkled her nose, her finger reaching towards him but not quite connecting. Her energy was suddenly dripping with excitement – a welcome change from the drunken indifference she’d been cradling in her cup all night. “What ya got for me? Don’t tell me it’s chocolate coins,” Of course it wasn’t. Leah knew that a gift from Jaren would be far from childrens candy.

“Ding ding ding,” He grinned, finishing what was left of whatever was in his cup. At this point, he didn’t really care, and he was sure the same sentiment went for everyone else there. “Unfortunately don’t have any chocolate coins on me tonight, though. Couldn’t manage to smuggle those in.” Cue a dramatic, sarcastic roll of his eyes. “I think it’s snowing in the bathroom, though,” He followed with a smirk, patting the small pocket on his blazer with a raise of his brows.

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The party was a couple hours in and still it pulsed with steady, alcoholic life. With the amount of people in one single smoky dungeon, it was hard to seek out anyone specific, and yet Jaren was able to find just the blonde he was looking for with all the patience of a snake. “Leah!” He yelled to the other with the wave of a hand, arguably one of the least drunk people there but able to blend in perfectly enough with his ungraceful call as he approached the other. “Hey! Guess who got you an early Hanukkah present ‘cause they’re just that amazing.” ( @leahbelfer )

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favorite band/artist?

That’s kind of a loaded question. Can you really only have one fave if you genuinely like music? Like, there are those droves of people who hail The Beatles as the best band ever, because they don’t really give a shit about listening to anything else besides what the majority of people say is good. Beats me. Anyway, my iPod’s a huge mess of, like, 2,000+ bands and I like them all.