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✨LLOYD SILVERMIST✨

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Age & Birthday: Twenty & April 14, 2001

Gender: Cis Man ⌠he/him/they⌡

Attraction: Bisexual, Biromantic

Major: Strategic Intelligence

Immediate Family: None

Astrological sign: Aries

Roommates: -

Room: -

#interchangeintro

dxngelohxrris:

he nodded his head as he looked at the homme before him ❝ eggs florentine with avocado slices, there is freshly brewed coffee but I also did some fresh orange juice . ❞ he says as he throws the opinions &. spinach inside the skillet, letting them sauté on low heat . ❝ I guess , I can have a cheat day, I’m down . ❞ extending his own hand out ❝ di’angelo. ❞

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“Wow, did you make all of this yourself?” He looked at the options, before grabbing a clean glass. “I’m going to get some OJ. Thanks. Do you not have cheat days a lot?” Lloyd asked curious, before shaking the other’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

#diangelo;

kimberleyharris:

when she spoke even her voice was different, the accent voided out to something that was flatter and more acceptable to the ear. her terminology cleaner and without character, “that’s the point, lloyd,” she raises her shoulders. “oh, nothing really,” untrue. “I’ve been thinking about joining the dance team,” and this might not have been very unusual since lloyd didn’t know kim hadn’t danced since before her mother died. “you?”

“I thought it was going to be regular lemonade or something.” He chuckled, taking one more drink. “Cool! Do have to, like, try out to be on the team? I’ve been great. Almost had a main character moment, but it was only because I slept with this guy named Kai. Then I couldn’t find my camouflage sandals. Then I got super busy writing a report and doing the extra credit. But now we’re here, and I can’t wait to see the nile.”

#kimberley;

everandrews:

“ you missed me or you mist me ? i don’t wanna be mist , keep any unnatural super power shit you develop to yourself , ” he looked down at lloyd before grinning , the guy was a bit of an anomaly to everett so he didn’t know what it could be . “ go on then . ”

“Okay, I won’t mist you. But yes! I missed your face!” Hugs the other tighter for another moment before letting go. Lloyd dug through his pocket until he pulled out a button pin that said ‘World’s Greatest Human’. “I didn’t get to see you at the party? Did you have fun? I did!” He mentioned as he put the pin on Everett.

#everett;

@everandrews

Lloyd runs to Everett excitedly and tackle hugs him. “Hi. I mist you!” It seemed like Lloyd kept dropping off the radar every time Interchange was about to change locations. He was around, just doing things... “I got you something!”

#everett;

kimberleyharris

@interchangestarts

standing in the kitchen of the main house, the time had ticked by and she had spent a number of hours outside the house, her regular hobby of wandering around with little to no regard for her safety back in full force. pouring a concoction of alcohol, she put it on the kitchen island, “try this.”

lloydxinxspace

“Okay,” Lloyd took a drink, making a face at the unexpected taste of alcohol. “That’s strong.” Another drink. “Also, hi Kimberley. How’ve you been? It’s been a while. How are you liking Egypt?”

#kimberley;

dxngelohxrris

DI’ ANGELO has never been one to sit around &. just wait to go get some junk food, which seemed that’s all that everyone ate. he makes his way to the kitchen, the wooden board is displayed before him as he begins to cut onions, sliding the knife. the platter of footsteps, causes dark orbs to look up ❝ morning —— you hungry ? ❞

@interchangestarts

lloydxinxspace

“Yeah, I guess. What are you making?” He asked curiously, taking a seat on the stool near by. “I am going to bake something, if you want dessert. I make a mean lemon meringue pie, but I can also make a nice one, if you want. I’m Lloyd, by the way.”

#diangelo;

ellcgrxce

♢ ⤷ 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 ft. ( @interchangestarts )

“it’s absolutely abhorrent. i know ash wants to sleep with her but i cannot share a room with imogen, i can’t. i thought i knew people who were wild but she’s on a whole new level. proper feral.” elle said, drama lacing each and every word. “who are you with now? i might have to stay with you for my own wellbeing.”

lloydxinxspace

“Imogen Beep? We can trade rooms if you want. I like her. She seems fun. I had a dream about her once.” Lloyd mentioned, looking up thoughtfully. “My roommate is Gertrude Guerra! Also hi, I missed you!”

#Eleanor;

404duckie:

although he was for the most part joking about the whole flirting thing , it was still kind of embarrassing when lloyd made it clear he wasn’t actually flirting back in that moment — eliciting a small ow ! from his lips , free hand clutching his chest in feigned heartbreak . but he didn’t linger too long in the act and quickly laughed the whole thing off . ❛ hey , the slew of compliments is not too bad . it’s still flirting , just more straightforward and less of a cat - and - mouse game . but i bet brock , even with the douchiest name ever , would definitely sweep me off my feet with some bro humor . he sounds like that type of guy … ❜ he continued to banter as he settled into being more awake and aware , finally beginning to really enjoy the mood of the party . ❛ god , why am i imagining your alter ego to be such a frat bro who calls it a brojob and sends unsolicited dick pics with the caption of i’m brock hard ? ❜

he began to count the syllables of name lloyd on one hand and his own name with the other , eyes bright with surprise when the numbers matched up . ❛ nope . same number of syllables but less fancy and definitely less russian . and hint , it starts with an o … ❜ he answered , the interest in his name was nothing new and duckie was certainly way too stubborn just to say it . ❛ oh no no no , i just woke up as in i passed out . period . and now , i’m awake . i was sleeping right there , ❜ he said , turning back for a moment to point at the sun lounger where he was catching some zzzs . ❛ it’s the narcolepsy thing . sometimes , sleep just sneak attacks me at the most inconvenient times . ❜ well , that was the easy , sparknotes explanation to it . but nonetheless , his lips parted in a grin , never had to be asked twice to dance as he began to sway to the music , stepping into lloyd’s space a bit closer . ❛ dancing’s fun . keeps the blood flowing and the muscles oiled up . i’d give my entire bank account to dance with linda cardellini , but you’ll do for now … ❜ he chuckled , only in jest as he was actually enjoying lloyd’s company .

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“Sorry.” The same face but this time with a verbal apology that was mixed in with a light chuckle. Lloyd pondered the other’s words for a moment. “Can you tell me more about this cat-and-mouse game?” He asked, clear interest in his eyes. “I thought Chad was the douchiest name.” He pulled out a pocket-sized notepad he’s had this whole time, and began reading off names because he’s had the ‘douchiest names’ convo before, and he took notes. “Brad, Thad, Chet.” Then he begins to jot down another one. “Brock.” He laughed at ‘brojob’. “Is brojob when another frat bro gives you a blow job?” Laughing. “He/we/I would probably just be casual, and sneak in compliments and sexual innuendos into the conversation.” A thoughtful pause and then a nod. “I went undercover as a hot lifeguard at a country club once,” Briefly explaining how ‘Brock’ came to be. “And you’ll never guess what I discovered.” He leaned forward. “Americans hate chickens.”

He stood there for a moment, watching the finger counting. “Oh, cool! I don’t know why I said that name. I just thought of it randomly.” He laughed awkwardly. “O? Okay, can I call you Oduckie?” He joked, his first and only guess for an mouthful O name was Onomatopoeia. The younger man looked over to the spot where Duckie pointed out being asleep. “That must be inconvenient at times. Like trying to take an exam but not being able to concentrate because you can hear everyone’s confusion in your head.” Lloyd mentioned, dancing happily. “But does that mean you can take cat naps anywhere?” Looking at a positive. “Oh! She played Velma!” He gasped, like he’d only just remembered the live-action film. “I’ve only seen the movie once, but I remember every part of it was amazing.”

#duckie;

404duckie:

being part of the program was still somewhat of an overwhelming experience — blasted with some much stimulation from all directions , coming a long way from being in his room all day to actually partaking in regular human activities whenever he was awake . but nevertheless , he enjoyed this new status quo in his life of actually meeting people & getting to know them . he smiled warmly at the other , finding that his attempt at a conversation was not a total failure and maybe even well-received with how the other didn’t just simply walk away . ❛ oh , dude … i don’t know the statistics but surely , there’s something about it online , ❜ a beat . ❛ … or are you like flirting back with me and saying you feel like you’re dreaming too because damn , you never thought you’d see someone as sexy as me looking all sleepy and shit ? because wait till you’ve seen my penis , totally made from wet dreams . ❜ he was mostly joking , letting out a small laugh . defaulting to humor and half truths was always easier than just a boring back & forth , especially when he always needed this sort of entertainment and something to be completely engaged with so he wouldn’t just drift off to snoozeville .

❛ name’s duckie . not actually my real name but everyone called me that growing up since my actual name is kind of a mouthful and it just stuck . i like it . and i actually just woke up so i don’t know if i’m having fun yet but i’m certainly on the way there . i mean , i have a drink and good company so there’s not really much more to ask . though , i definitely wouldn’t say no to surprise cameos by the cast of scooby doo . is that a thing that usually happens here or what ? ❜ it wouldn’t really surprise him if his richer classmates with nothing better to do with their money just always flew out the cast on a whim . ❛ but thanks for the compliment , lloyd . i , uh , grew it myself . ❜ he was a little flustered , not used to getting compliments on the beard , a little patchy here and there , and mostly existing because he usually forget to shave rather than it being an actual aesthetic choice .

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“Uhhhhh, the first one…” He answered with a yikes-sorry face. “I don’t know how to flirt like that. Uh, you have a sexy jawline and dreamy eyes. Like Josh from Clueless!” Lloyd gave it a try. It still didn’t feel like he was flirting. Maybe because he was constantly complimenting people, without trying to woo. His approach was more… give the person a baked sweet. And that one time he wrote a poem, but he wouldn’t do that again. “Brock, my undercover secret identity, is way better at flirting than me. At least I think so. But I don’t have time to, like, channel that guy, right now. Maybe next Tuesday!” He grinned, very curious about the penis. “Cool, I can’t wait to see it.” And he’s actually gonna be thinking about it, until he gets to see it.

“Nice to meet you. Is your real name Denisovichkie?” Lloyd questions curiously. “Or is it a bigger mouthful than that?” He’s always had a preference for calling people by their real/longer name, but he won’t mind using the nickname. “You just woke up? Like, you passed out from drinking too much, and just became conscious again?” He smiled when he was called ‘good company’. “What about dancing? Do you wanna dance with me?” Swaying a bit to the music. “I guess so. Emerson said that Shaggy was at one of the last parties, and he got high and had sex with people.” He’s secretly hoping for one of the girls to come to a party. That’s mostly because he has a thing for redheads.

#duckie;

#lloyd;#I luv this vid

dangerous1y

“HEY OKAY you need to try this drink, it’s the best fucking drink i think i’ve ever had. and i swear i’m not biased just because i made it.”

@interchangestarts

lloydxinxspace

“You made it? Wow, how did you do that?” He asked, looking down at the drink. “But sure!” Lloyd smiled, taking a drink of it with no hesitation.

#frankie;

404duckie

@interchangestarts ╱ the last thing he could remember was arriving at the beach party and lying down on a sun lounger with a red solo cup in this hand — and like clockwork , he had fallen asleep . it was daytime then and now , the sky was dark & someone had stolen his drink , but just because he missed a few hours of the festivities didn’t mean it he should just go home , obstinate in at least drinking and getting to know some of the people in the program before the night was over .

he grabbed a drink from a nearby cooler and quickly walked towards the closest person , finally ready to get the party started . ❛ oh damn , am i dreaming ? because your beauty is out of this world … and i’m also narcoleptic so my dreams can be very vivid that sometimes it’s hard to tell if i’m awake or not … ❜ he greeted lightheartedly , a little flirty and a little uncomfortable , all classic duckie . ❛ but seriously , are you having a good time ? ❜

lloydxinxspace

Lloyd had enjoyed all of his first Interchange party, so far. He’d met a lot more people that night, than the entire month he’d been a part of the program. That’s why he loved parties. Great way to meet everyone, and have a good time. Plus, the dancing! He looked over as a stranger approached him, smiling at the compliment. “Thank you! But...” He looked around, quickly. “Don’t tell anyone.” Whispering as he put a finger over his own lips. “Narcoleptic? Is that common in people? Because sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming too.” A look of curiosity in his eyes that last a second. “Yeah, I’m having a great time. I mean, no one from Scooby Doo showed up, but I’m still having fun! What about you? Also, hi. I’m Lloyd, and I like your facial hair.”

#duckie;

ashtoashley:

“automatically assume that everyone’s a bastard in their own head. it’s the people who claim not to be that you have to worry about,” she scoffed still holding the glass. her attention was barely captivated by lloyd for those moments that passed until she turned back, “knowing me is being dragged to hell. i’m an unapologetic bitch,” she pointed out wisely, never having hidden her true colours. as she swilled back the last bit of her drink, she looked at lloyd, “so, do you like pussy or are you a dick man?” she asks with zero build up or hold backs.

“Okay,” He nodded thoughtfully. Mostly focused on the second part of the statement. “I think I know what you mean. Like the ones that try too hard to convince you.” It was something he’d never considered before. The difference between those that wanted you to know they were nice, and those that just were nice. “Oh, okay. Would you say that you’re messy, too?” An interested look upon him. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to make of the question. “Uhhhhhhhh, can both of those be true?”

#ashley;

emersonwinterss:

“Okay let me think…” Emerson hummed as she thought back to the parties. “Well before my time siblings tried to kill each other by all accounts, then at my first party I got married, and we trashed, and I mean TRASHED, a poor bar. Then we had a birthday party and people ended up having sex with Shaggy from Scooby Do, the real one you know, came to get high with us all.” She was pretty bummed she’d missed out on that one. “Then there was Ares who…pretended to be his dead twin, kissed a bunch of people and threw up on his cake. Who knowssss what could happen tonight.”

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Lloyd nods, listening attentively as she begins. “Did you get married to Everett?” He asks, only because he just learnt that he is/was married, too. “Is trashing a poor bar a tradition here? The Shaggy thing sounds … epic, though.” He wonders how that came together. “Why did Ares have to throw up on the cake?” He asks like that’s the worst of the Ares things. He paused and looked around. “Yeah... But what could top getting married and taking your twin’s identity?” He questions, like he wants to be part of whatever tops it. It would be fun to be remembered for something like that. Maybe he just wants some excitement.

#emerson;

imogenbeep:

it wasn’t really right to air out everett’s business , especially when what she knew was also just secondhand information that she got from her brother . but she supposed a sparknotes version for lloyd wouldn’t hurt . ❛ he’s going through a divorce right now because he married a girl he doesn’t love for fun . and well , i think he just has impulse issues . i’m sure he’s a cool guy but i personally don’t want to get involved . women who are messy are way more interesting than when it’s men who are causing problems . ❜

it was a lot to take in at once , all of the information that lloyd was telling her . but if there was one thing that stuck out , it was definitely mayor of boner city . she was crass , unfiltered and absolutely shameless when it came to her conversations — so wide - eyed and curious , she leaned a little closer and asked , ❛ so , did it work ? would you vote for this finley to be mayor of boner city ? ❜ ( translation : did he give you a boner ? ) ❛ you’re really giving me so much to work with here when thinking about presents . who knows , maybe i’ll hire this guy to give you a lap dance for your birthday . ❜

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“Oh. He must be the main character.” Lloyd voiced. He’d seen enough television to know impulse issues are a trait of the main character. Also, wild story lines. “I wonder who the messy women are here. Have you met any? Who else have you heard of from the program?” He’s curious.

“Yes.” A definitive nod, at the question about Finley. “I am all for making people’s dreams come true.” Lloyd joked, chuckling. “I mean, I’ve never had, like, sexy dreams about him, but I saw him without his shirt and he has a very hot body. And he’s confident and nice. So yeah, he can be the mayor of all the boners.”

“Oh my gosh. That would literally be the second best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten.” He claps, excitedly. “I love it. When is your birthday and how are we celebrating?”

#imogen;

finleydawsonn:

“I think you’re in with a better chance than most, you been cozying up to the judges?” Finley asked, he was pretty sure he could bribe Tyler if he really wanted but he wasn’t sure who else was picking and it wasn’t worth the effort really. “Well then you’re cute, totally got this whole I wouldn’t mind corrupting you thing going on you know?”

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“Thanks, I hope so! And no, I haven’t met them, yet.” He recalled the names but didn’t know the faces. Lloyd smiled at ‘cute’, and nodded at the question even if he didn’t really know. It must be a hot guy thing. Plus, he was called cute and that was more than enough. Never mind that he asked for this compliment. “Thank you! That means so much coming from you!! I’m going to take a picture now, so I can remember this moment on my birthday. Which is on April 14th. Wink wink.” He ran over to get his disposable camera.

#finley;

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