EX NIHILO NIHIL FIT.

[jolieabbott]

charliehearst‌:

“And this won’t be one of your tricks?” Syllables escaped in mumbles as the joint balanced between lips. “I’m not against treating a pretty girl but my generosity is sorely lacking tonight. Must be all the fumes and idiots.” With an embossed lighter flicked, Charlie inhaled before he passed the joint to his companion. “You’re welcome, Blondie.”

"You’d be so lucky.” Cautious, even miles from sober. It figured. The currency at Daleton was reputation and status; certain mannerisms were ingrained to ensure both were protected. She took a longer drag than he had, nodding and leaning back against wall. “We’re poisoning ourselves in more ways than one.” They stayed like that for some time, back and forth, chasing the end of the joint. When she smiled, this time it seemed more genuine. “You ready, Hearst?” 

[jolieabbott]

charliehearst‌:

It was a left-field, unprecedented question that Charlie wasn’t prepared to answer. “Do you make pocket money as a PI?” Her newly discovered services piqued his interest, so he made a mental note. “I’ll take both. As for your intel, I don’t particularly need anything right now but when I do, you’ll owe me.” He remained unmoved even as she challenged their distance. “I’m always up for an adventure. But my definition of adventure holds up to a pretty high standard. So that part is up to you.”

Inebriated, the recklessness she’d inherited from her father simmered to the surface. “How else would a poor girl make coin? Other than turning tricks.” His ‘you’ll owe me’ would have stirred a bolder reaction at any other time; for now however, the blonde appeared to agree to his terms. “I don’t do anything in halves, but-” there was a slight sway to her step when she leaned in, tapping lightly on the proffered joint. “First, we have some smoking to do.” 

[jolieabbott]

charliehearst‌:

At the sound of another wave of wreckage and angst, Charlie found his attention robbed away from his present company. There was something largely satisfying about watching others bring his own wants into fruition. He wasn’t against playing his part, even if in the spirit of Daleton pride, but there was a time for it and this wasn’t it. At least not yet. “I don’t share.” It was an automatic response which he was kind enough to reconsider. “With exceptions. What do I get in return?” Hands retrieved a nimbly rolled joint that had been stored with his cigarettes, offered as a visual incentive for an agreement reached.

She knew her analysis was on the nose, but Charlie Hearst didn’t bite. Jolie frowned. Perhaps it was silent agreement, she decided, sitting up a little straighter. She considered his next question instead. “What do you want to know?” Unlike her half-brother, there was nothing lining the Abbott girl’s pockets that boys like him would be interested in. “I deal in intel. Ask and you shall receive.” Her gaze dropped to the joint resting delicately between his fingers. “Alternatively,” she hopped off her perch, landing a little too close; when she took a step back, her eyes sparkled. “An adventure, if you’re not too pussy. But that part’s up to you.”

[jolieabbott]

ezra-the-ratboy‌:

It wasn’t worth arguing.  For as clever as his half sister thought she was, Jolie had lived a charmed life.  He couldn’t make her see something she was blind to, and the Abbott’s had done well to shelter her stupid.  “You trying to say I’m a liar?”  He wasn’t even angry at that point, more confused what the younger of them was getting at.  

He was crouched against the fall wind, happier with space between them, letting the bite of air cool his words.  “That, at least, we can agree on.  A smart one is a dime a dozen around here. “ Clouds puffed out of his lips.  “But it’s not as easy as you think. You have to be a little maleable”

“No,” She exhaled through her nose, more frustrated than she knew she ought to be. Even on a base level, they couldn’t see eye to eye. “You wouldn’t get it.” 

The wind was biting and despite being severely under-dressed, Jolie didn’t appear to notice her teeth chattering. She sucked on the end of her cigarette like a lifeline. “Do you mold yourself to slip up their assholes seamlessly and brown nose til they buy?” She chuckled to herself under her breath, looking anywhere but him and landing on a couple not far from them. 

[jolieabbott]

arihaven‌:

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Despite their breakup, Ariel Haven was an ideal match; gorgeous but more importantly, intelligent, and together they were magnetic. 

Her thighs trembled where they framed his face. Her own expression was dazed, light eyes eclipsed by lust. Jolie couldn’t quite find the words to agree - not when his fingers were twisting inside her like that - and so she simply nodded, reaching down to strip with shaking hands.

It was a slow, familiar dance; the fabric skimmed past a trim waist, over a generous bust and landed in a heap on the floor. There was nothing new to see, but the heat between them burned and she cupped his cheek, guiding Ari’s face until they were nose to nose. “I want you,” the tip of her nose trailed up his cheek. “I want you to make it hurt a little. Can you do that for me, Ari?” Jo’s tongue swept into the shell of his ear the same moment she dug her nails into his back.

[jolieabbott]

arihaven‌:

“Let’s find somewhere more private. I’ll give you a proper taste.” He rose from his spot, pulling her along. Out from the corner of his eye, he could see the couple. He had far less luck than they ever did. They were almost unmoving, boring in fact, but he had a new source of entertainment. He lead them up the stairs into one of the empty floors, his body pressed against hers all the way up. It was a miracle they had made it, his shirt lost along the way. “This way,” he said, pulling her into one of the library’s small study rooms. 

It wasn’t in Jo’s nature, exhibitionism - after all, she was a voyeur above all else. Still, these were familiar hands running over her flushed skin, and she followed Ari’s touch thoughtlessly.

Once behind closed doors, her fingers found their way into his hair. Her lips tasted of vodka, but Jo didn’t kiss him yet - instead she dragged him close, foreheads flush, breath hot on his mouth. “It doesn’t get to be this easy for you, Haven.” She backed away then, something feline in how her body undulated, and perched on the edge of a desk. Slowly, she spread her thighs. “You can have the first taste though.”

[jolieabbott]

arihaven‌:

This time his eyes were trained on Jolie. He probably lost the game at that exact moment. Once Ari lost interest in something, it creased to exist, and the couple in the corner was nothing to him compared to Jolie. “I’m right here,” he said, still playing along. His hand went to her chin, his thumb pressing on her bottom lip, parting it open. “Can’t you feel me,” he asked, closing the gap between them. “Can’t you taste me?” 

For a moment, still distracted by their little game, there was something innocent about Jo’s expression despite their current entanglement. Then Ari closed the gap between them, bodies flush; her breath hitched. “Yes, I can feel you.” Head tilted back to accommodate for the height difference, she traced the shape of his mouth with a lidded gaze. “But I can’t taste you yet.” Her tongue darted out to wet her own lips; imperceptibly, she pushed against his hardness. “I hear it’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”

[jolieabbott]

arihaven‌:

Ari peaked over at Jolie at her response, amusement forming on his lips. Be a little game, Jolie knew how to win. It was part of what first attracted him to her those years ago. Ari didn’t date losers. “It’s easy you see,” he said as the boy moved closer. “You just shut your eyes and make a wish. I’ll give you an example. See right now, my one and only wish is to see what that mouth can do.”

The boy Ari had targeted was a dime a dozen at Daleton; smarmy, slick and lacking the sex appeal he so clearly thought he possessed. Echoing their body language, Jolie leaned back against the bar and pulled her friend closer by his belt loops. “Oh my god, like... what can’t it do is the question, but-” interrupting herself with another forced cackle, she made a show of closing her eyes. “Okay. Wow, it’s so dark in here! Where did you go?”

[jolieabbott]

ezra-the-ratboy‌:

“He knew I existed, he just didn’t give a shit.”  That was the truth, at least, as far as Ezra knew.  The details were all a bit hazy where his parents and his conception were concerned.  “Oh are you fucking family now?”  He laughed on the word, letting the cigarette go with ease, shooting his half-sister a smug smile before lighting the gifted tobacco. “I do good business around here,” he agreed.  “It’s my civic duty service.”

"Whatever.” For all of her father’s faults, Jolie knew he wouldn’t abandon his kid. Not knowingly. Besides, her parents shared everything to the point where their real children were nauseated. There was no way he’d be able to hide a whole ass child. “Well, brother, apparently blood doesn’t lie.” The words were almost sing-song through grit teeth; she exhaled instantly once the cigarette was lit, back into his ferrety face. Grateful to impart space between them, Jo leaned back and closed her eyes. The cool, rough feel of the stone helped ground her dizziness. “Don’t pat yourself on the back too hard - it doesn’t take much to con a rich kid. They can’t wrap their plastic little heads around the concept of money.”

[jolieabbott]

charliehearst‌:

It was an unexpected answer, perhaps due to the gender disparity in such fields, perhaps because of the jarring initial impression he’d formed of the girl. The latter seemed more likely. “An adverse pickup line,” he repeated back, despite knowing fully well what she meant. A chuckle escaped from deep within his diaphragm — ‘rich folk’. It wasn’t often that he heard those words used as a slur, but then again, he didn’t surround himself with the likes of her. “You’re no fun then. Why are you even here, if not to play?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” In timely fashion, there was a loud explosion from the wreckage, followed by an immediate cheer from their gathered peers. Jolie turned back to him with a smirk. “I’m here to watch.” Her gaze lingered, strange and less searching than seeing. It was a quality about her that unnerved most “And you? You’re here to perform. Although, I’m surprised. I didn’t think it’d take getting baked to put on a show.” Patting down her pockets, she looked away and the intensity of the moment was broken. Coming up empty, she cocked her head. “Care to share?”

[jolieabbott]

ezra-the-ratboy‌:

“You realize that’s not how age works, right?  Or even fucking time.”  Bringing Gray into any of this made things worse. Just the thought of his foster father brought up too many images of disapproval.  It doesn’t matter what he thinks. It wasn’t Ezra’s job to prove his worth to Gray.  “The strong stuff isn’t free, no matter how civil we’re being. This?”  He shook the cylinder before her, “This I’m offering you for nothing but good will and kind intentions.”

“You didn’t exist before the age of eleven, as far as any of us were concerned.” They were weaponised words, and of course Jolie knew - she’d inherited that charming trait from her mother. “Not even a freebie for family?” She plucked the cigarette from his fingers because it felt like taking something from him, even offered willingly. His lighter, however, remained in his grasp and the girl leaned in reluctantly towards the flame. “I heard you’re peddling the good stuff to all the richy-riches.”

[ancadunavete]

[jolieabbott]

emehoult‌:

Eme watched as Jo drank straight from the bottle, respect for her new friend evident in her gaze. She took the cup with a smile, lifting it slightly in a gesture of thanks. “Thank you.” Eme took a mouthful of the drink, its taste burning the back of her throat and causing her insides to warm. It wasn’t a particularly terrible feeling, but she still preferred the oaky taste of whiskey. Eme laughed warmly, running a hand through her hair absently. “It’s not that, I’ve just transferred here from Chicago.” she nodded, taking another sip of her drink. “My twin brother, Emmett. He goes here, I moved to reconnect.” 

If there was one thing Jolie knew all too much about - and for context, she knew plenty about a lot of things - it was reconnecting with siblings. The willingness to however was something unfamiliar, and her own feelings played a little too openly on her face. “Did you fall out? Sometimes its better to just let sleeping dogs lie.” The vodka was clean and expensive, palatable enough that Jo didn’t bother with a mixer. “Wait - did you say you’re both called Em?”

[jolieabbott]

charliehearst‌:

“I sleep on blood diamonds. Fair guess, though.” There was something irritating about his companion’s demeanour but Charlie wasn’t one to back down for that sole reason. Irritating was preferable to boring and admittedly, she didn’t appear to be the latter. “You a chemistry major? Because that sounds like a really poor pickup line.” His attention was finally removed from the lively sight before them, as he lethargically stepped closer to where she was perched. “I get it. This is like your ‘thing’, right? Playing unbothered, uninterested. It gets people, doesn’t it? Guys, I assume, mostly.” He smiled. “It’s cute. Well, to some.”

She shook her head, teeth glittering in the firelight. “Biotech.” Which of course, required more brains than chemistry - not that she expected him to know that. “And not a pick-up line. More the adverse, if anything.” Leaning forward, she propped her elbows onto her knees and cupped her face between her palms. It was like this that she studied him, slightly taller from her perch. “You rich folk really can’t comprehend that not everyone is enamoured with this, can you?” Jolie’s voice was soft, almost awed. She broke the spell with a smirk and looked away. “I don’t play.”

[jolieabbott]

ezra-the-ratboy‌:

He’d started the fight but the mention of his mother culled Ezra all the same.  “He’s a better dad than yours. On the whole, I wouldn’t talk about things you don’t know fucking shit about, Jojo.” His eyes narrowed, nearly hissing the hated childhood nickname while trying to keep his cool.  The older boy exhaled again, turning away before offering his half-sibling a cigarette.  “Let’s be civil, shall we?” 

“But I would know, wouldn’t I? Considering he was my uncle first.” There it was, an open ugly wound - the current that underpinned their mutual animosity. Jolie knew it was better to keep it hidden, but her father’s bastard often brought out the worst in her. She eyed up the cigarette with open distrust. “If you want to be civil, I know you’ve got something stronger on you.” 

[jolieabbott]

ezra-the-ratboy‌:

“I can’t imagine any time cooped up with that cock cruncher you call mother is anything short of torture.”  They were mirrors of their parents, as full of hate as their false smiles could conjure.  “But maybe you’re into that? Agony and painful conversation. Likely runs in your blood.”  He lit another cigarette, intentionally blowing smoke in Jolie Abbott’s face. 

Unlike her mother, Jolie was far from a hothead - but that anger remained, simmering not too far from the surface. There was no one who managed to summon it quite so successfully as the vermin currently wasting her time. “Gagging on balls was your mom’s hobby before she hit the bucket.” Even though the smoke stung her eyes, she managed to stifle her cough. “Painful conversation’s more Uncle Gray’s bag. That’s why he pity-adopted you.”

[jolieabbott]

emehoult‌:

She couldn’t help but grin at the turn the night had taken, always excited to spend time with people and happy to expand her social circle at a new school. Eme headed back into the building with the girl, grabbing a couple of cups and handing one over for the girl to pour her drink. “Hey Jo, I’m Eme. It’s nice to meet you.” 

By the time the other girl offered her a cup, Jolie had already unscrewed the lid and helped herself to a shot straight from the bottle. Grimacing at the taste, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took the redhead’s first, pouring her a generous helping. She passed it back, moving out of the way so she could help herself to mixers. “Are these crowds not usually your scene? I haven’t seen you around and given the mane,” she pointed at the girl’s bright locks, “you don’t exactly blend in.”