And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me Five hundred behind, a thousand years in perfect symmetry Best known left wrist right finger through all the southern states On every video games machine they call her triple A There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking The chat show host, he joked You have to wait for the government program
Ingrid had somehow ended up hosting a room on her own, pool floaties stuck on her arms as she opened the door to her room, bodies spilling out with Lizzo playing on a speaker. “God, you’re here just in time. My dealer showed up. He’s offering free lines every time the beat drops. Honestly think he’s almost out.” She brushed past a blow up palm tree on the way into her room, kiddie pool in the corner taking up most of the space. “Wanna go for a swim? Thought of just fully making it a Swimfan theme. But this seemed a little less murder-y.”
a grin preyed onto pink lips at the sight of ingrid and her pink floaties, unable to help but reach out and poke one of them, “wow, nice. i forgot these things existed.” harper said with a soft chuckle, rummaging a hand through her usual unruly blonde locks that seemed as though they could never be tamed. curious orbs eyed the room before giving a cock of her brow, “i don’t know....i mean i personally can’t swim and this kiddie pool looks a little too deep. not all of us have the luxury of floaties, you know.” her tone was teasing and hopefully ingrid caught on that she was merely joking. though it was true that she couldn’t swim. “you trying to drown me? this all part of your ACTUAL secret theme? get rid of the gamer girl?”
of course only rose would have the shit luck of getting the email notification as she was already walking into her class building: “ class cancelled, do the readings yourself ” type bullshit. still, she had made it all this way, and she figured she could at least get some work done given the classroom would be empty. but, once again to her luck, there was one other person in the class. she made it a point to sit down right next to them in the completely empty classroom, and allowed them to linger in the silence for a moment before speaking up.
“ did you miss the email, too? prof has strep — there’s no class today. ”
unlike the rest of his peers it seemed, he was technologically illiterate, still sporting around an old fashioned flip phone and still had yet to take advantage of his new macbook. sometimes he felt as though he weren’t built for the wrong time era, accidentally shoved into a time machine and thrust into the future. he was situated in one of the desks, an island amongst a sea of empty, legs crossed and foot tapping to a catchy melody that was stuck in his head on infinite repeat. pen was scratching against the surface of lined paper. honestly he was so in his own little world, he didn’t even REALIZE that class had yet to begin. luca picked his head up at the sound of footsteps infiltrating his thought process, turning to face the intrusion as rose slapped him back into reality. “ah...” luca breathed out, icy orbs finally taking in their surroundings, “yes, that explains things. definitely missed the email. what else did it say?” he gestured toward an empty desk, “well it’s not everyday you get a seemingly empty classroom. should we see if he keeps whiskey in his desk?”
「 dane dehaan. cis-male. 」have you seen luca hill around yet? i hear he decided to be in OFF CAMPUS for their SENIOR year as a LITERATURE major. the 24 year old SHEPHERD is known to be alluring, intelligent, aloof and enigmatic.
hi hi hi! okay so luca here is an OLD OLD OLD muse who probably needs to be updated tbh but we’ll sort of see where he goes naturally ig. this intro is old and basic af, i’ll probably rewrite a new one further down the line.
suicide attempt tw
grew up in england in the country. his family comes from old money so they’re filthy rich but pretty traditional. lived in a mansion but again the town was small and pretty rural so honestly he’s just...pretty outdated.
acts like he’s from a different era most of the time.
so luca is nothing like his family. growing up, he rarely ever spoke. focused on observing the world around him. the problem was that he felt all of his loved one’s pain and the world’s suffering and it was a huge weight upon his shoulders. it depressed him and made it hard for him to see the beauty in the world. (think charlie from perks of being a wallflower)
he’s very artistic and sees the world through the lens of his camera.
all of the pain became too much for him so a year ago he tried to hang himself. he didn’t succeed.
now he views the world differently. instead of the pain, he is more focused on the beauty of the world. he loves to love and loves beautiful people. he’s pansexual as fuck and just wants to kiss and love everyone.
he’s still very tortured and delicate.
he’s new to lockwood, transferred from oxford, needing a change and desperate for an adventure.
kind of that sort of person who you look at and are curious as to what they’re thinking? like you can never really tell.
likes to write random poems and love notes and sends them to people out of nowhere.
PLOTS: roommates (he lives off campus in a big ass pent house, FWB, one night stands, hook ups, party buddies, his muses (photography wise and writing wise), adventure buddies, forbidden love, cousins, childhood friends
he cocked a curious brow, blue orbs taking in the sight of the mud but not further imposing, dismissing it entirely with the shrug of his shoulders. if benji wanted to explain, he was quite certain he would on his own accord, “alright then. vodka, whiskey or tequila?
“see, that was a test to see if you were a trustworthy driver and you, my friend, have passed it with flying colors,” levi laughed, leaning forward to offer his hand for a high five. “very good that you didn’t even try to get a peek, but maybe put a sign from now on like on the back of your seat, warn people roadhead might get their dicks bitten off — maybe phrase it differently so it doesn’t sound like a threat?”
“AH-HA, score!” playfully sticking her tongue out as she high fived the other, “well one...who’d want a peek of that? they were being drunk and handsy even when i went to pick them up but it was also DARK as fuck.” an amused snort escaped from her lips, dimpled engraving into her skin, “that’s honestly a good idea... ‘no dick sucking in this uber’ or...i don’t know, i actually like how ominous yours sounds.”
THE girl soon scrunched her face as she shook her head. ❝ Ouch. i’m sure that ruined their day. why give a blowjob in an uber though? they should have had the decency to do it somewhere else. i mean, it’s your car. there could have been stains if you didn’t go over the pothole. ❞
“girl, i’m asking myself the SAME question but then again, drunks don’t really have human decency.” dylan replied with the roll of her eyes, knowing just how much alcohol had the ability to fuck with people’s sensibility. “i’m hoping they learned their lesson but i guess we’ll fucking find out. plus, i’m pretty sure he’s in my stats class so that’s...going to be awkward.”
“no no no no no -” saige raises her hands, wiggling them about as if she were trying to clear the air, “ - it’s not like, from inside the car. does uber really like, keep video of you guys? that’s kind of - i dunno. but, like, anyways - it’s like, after the fact i think. after the car mishap. the dude comes in all like, ‘yo, bro, did you really get your dick chomped on?’ and he’s laughing n the couple’s there all like, i dunno, scarred for life and mopey. it’s like, kind of funny.”
the brunette gave a shrug of her shoulders, “uber’s a sleazy company.” but money was money and she was DESPERATE. she’d gotten banned from lyft thanks to her drunk of a father and via didn’t pay as well. “damn, sounds like they need new friends. but then again douches surround themselves with douches. i’m going to be PRETTY fucking pissed if they don’t tip me seeing as i turned off the clock to rush them to the hospital.”
Dakota shoved stray hairs into her ponytail as she listened to the story, eyes blood shot red, but she still managed to pay attention. ❝Holy shit. That same thing happened to this guy I went to high school with. He had to get stitches.❞ She shrugged, not bothered by the situation or even the thought of it, ❝I can’t believe you didn’t notice though. They got in the car together, one just disappears in the backseat, and you don’t question it?❞ She offered Dylan a laugh before continuing, ❝What did you do? If you brought them to the hospital, I hope they tipped you.❞
to be honest, dylan was still HORRIFIED by it all, seeing that the prior events had happened within the LAST few hours and she was itching for a drink, “seriously? it’s THAT common? look...i’m all for horny rendezvous but in the confines of your OWN car and like...maybe stick with a hand job in a moving car...” she took a sip from her water, giving a shake of her head, “i had my eyes on the road! it was dark. they were being gross so it’s not like i was particularly fascinated by them. yeah, took them straight to the hospital...don’t know if he needed stitches...didn’t really stick around.”
“–okay sorry coming in!” radlee exclaimed, pushing the door open to an apartment that didn’t belong to him. this one girl had tried cornering him for the past week on his way to his own apartment and today she nearly succeeded as she stood directly outside his door. the second his eyes met hers, she was already walking in his direction, so his first reaction was to open the nearest and hopefully unlocked apartment. “ah look i’m sorry to well barge in but long story…”
“WHAT the fuck!” she cried out, scrambling to cover herself seeing as he had chosen to barge in just as she’d stepped out of the shower. seemed like the bad start to a porno or even a MURDER and with lockwood’s history she could never be too sure. cheeks were tinted pink, clutching onto the towel as if it were her lifeline, “naked here! and i’m really not in the mood to get murdered today...”
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