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m. jones . 21 . sophomore . perkins

[moneyjones]

flvnns​:

Thank god Adam wasn’t claustrophobic, because everyone was packed in the Frida Kahlo room like sardines, all itching to get something out of the punch bowls, or to literally stop and smell the flowers.  He couldn’t blame them, it was an incredible feat and the art students were insanely clever for putting this all together.  He helped install some fixtures in the Basquiat, so he did get a glimpse ahead of time at some of the attractions that they had planned, out of sheer curiosity, but he had to stop himself or he’d spoil himself - and thank god he did, it was worth the wait.  Adam decided that he’d try to work his way around the crowd, and push through the gaggle of students hovering so close to the exits, before someone backed into him, causing him to bump into another - someone he recognized.  “Oh, hey, Monet!” he greeted, with a smile, taking a breath when he was finally given some extra space.  “How was your summer?” *// @moneyjones​

It was safe to say that thanks to her few shifts dancing in the Jean-Michel Basquiat room, she hadn’t been engaged in any of the wild parades of people drinking and getting lost in it all. She was relieved though to be able to enjoy everything now, taking her time in each room and the mastery of arts that followed each intricate design and placement of items. Radcliffe and Horton students had a way about them in the arts, that much could be agreed upon for both. The brunette was caught off guard by the gentle bump, though it was merely to be expected in all the tight quarters of each room. The familiarity of the face however was actually pleasant, Adam always having been the type that didn’t get on his nerves by the mere sight or conversation with him. “Hey, Adam. It was all right, sort of just happy to be back in classes honestly.” She offered an easy smile and nod, pushing a few curls from her eyes. “You go through all the rooms yet?”

[moneyjones]

httpande​:

“Passion through performance arts requires a certain amount of chemistry. Of which you and I both are aware we undeniably possess…” Ande analyzes her features for a moment, sipping their beer nonchalantly. “Look who has their claws out, now.” They say in pure amusement as she brushes past them, Ande following not far behind as they nurse their fifth bottle that night.

Monet opened her mouth to retort but she felt like she’d been wasting her time at this point, instead focusing on what she needed to do and where she needed to be. The brunette swayed through the rooms before reaching the right one, switching with one of the other dancers and closing her eyes to free her mind of Ande before she would begin. It was a slow and sensual dance as the music began, another soon coming over and joining her in their movements of intimacy to the sounds thumping against the speakers loudly. Her partner’s hands roamed her just as the music did, before she was left to her own vices. Her body seemed to move effortlessly, lashes fluttering as she briefly made eye contact with Ande.

[moneyjones]

httpande​:

Ande can’t help but to grin at her cunning response. “Well, not just anyone– for now, I’m trying to take you home. So, you think of yourself as worthy? Oh, please, Monet– sweetheart– you know me better than that.” They drum their fingertips against the glass bottle of brew in their hands, quite clearly amused. “Well, well… if you thought I wasn’t up for a challenge, you were sorely mistaken. You and I both know we make excellent partners… You don’t think I notice the way you look at me when I’m holding you close in the dance studio? I’ve said it before– that you look stunning in a leotard– I’m interested in the rest of the package. Is that so wrong?” Unused to being rejected once let alone turned down countless times as they have been with Monet, the grad student pushes their bleached hair back with a smooth motion. “No matter– I always get what I want. Whether it’s a person, or an item… I always do. Try as you may to resist me.”

Monet couldn’t help but feel a bit angered by their words, mostly because they were bringing up unpleasant memories as her teeth clenched in silence for a few moments. She had to remind herself she wasn’t living that moment again, that Ande wasn’t that person––even if they weren’t exactly being the most respectful at the moment. This was what happened when Monet kept others at arms length though, they didn’t tend to like it. “It’s called passionate dancing, sorry you haven’t had any partners with the same.” She replied coldly, suddenly wishing she didn’t have to be in the outfit she was now. “Trust me, it’s not a hard thing to resist.” She finally pushed past them, knowing her time was up to go back to her next shift in the Jean room. “Watch if you want, just don’t piss me off.”

[moneyjones]

httpande​:

“Are you saying I have none?” They cant their head to the side as they observe her with a hint of a crooked grin. “Quite obviously my standards are high– especially considering I’m playing you like an instrument. Unless of course… you consider yourself to be of low standards? In which case, I’ll move on. All you have to do is admit it to me. Then, I can go back to being nothing more than someone you come to for practice, and I can sleep well at night knowing you’re not worth my time in any other… aspects. Go on. It’d be entertaining to watch you degrade yourself just as much as it would be to chase you.”

“I don’t know what your standards are, but hey––they don’t seem great if you’re tryin’ to take home just about anyone. And I’m not just some casual fuck you think you can have, and that’s on knowin’ my own worth.” Monet was pretty close to giving them quite the smack down of the century, which was pretty rare seeing as she wasn’t exactly prone to letting things get to her. Instead, she took a deep breathe and closed her eyes a moment before thick lashes were fluttering as they opened once more. “Now, is that it?”

[moneyjones]

httpande​:

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you– I can respect that. But, know your place.” Ande narrows their eyes a moment at her. “Nothing’s ever much of a challenge when it comes to me. I just happen to be excellent with my words… and even better with my actions.” They give her a light nudge. “Maybe if you weren’t such a prude, you’d find out for yourself. You say you don’t easily sore– I could certainly change that.”

“I know it, good with it.” Monet shrugged, eyes averting from the other casually as her focus began to drift to the others in the room naturally. Excellent with my words. She wanted to laugh, tempted to even before her eyes were on them again and narrowed ever so slightly at their little dig. “A prude and having standards are two completely different things. Not likely.”

[moneyjones]

httpande​:

“Let’s not forget who’s got more experience, sweetheart. You don’t get to tell me what I should or shouldn’t be doing when it comes to training. Did you fall and smack your little head on the pavement?” They tease her, sipping their beer with ease as they give her a once over. “Seems like a waste of time, if you ask me…” Ande rolls their hues. “I only came for the booze… and if I’m lucky, I’ll be taking someone home, tonight. Oh, but who am I kidding– these wound up art hoes are an easy catch. Luck has nothing to do with it.”

“I mean, school wise you do but that don’t erase my years growin’ up of hard work, Ande.” She retorted with a raise of her brow, arms sliding to cross over her chest as she listened to them drone on about the mess they’d be bringing back to their place. “Easy, right. Yeah cause you don’t love a challenge, I mean you’ll get with just about anyone, right?” She smirked ever so slightly, a small shrug to her shoulders as she looked them over with pursed lips.

[leoslevity]

Closed Starter - 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕥 𝕁𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤

“Did you honestly think you could show up to this art show… bullshit excuse to get twisted… without even acknowledging my presence, little girl?” Ande says as they close in behind Monet, solely to press their cold beverage against her back in attempt to give her a a fright. “Looks like I didn’t waste five bucks, after all.” They offer a crooked grin. “Hell, I figured you’d be too sore to come out after practicing so hard, yesterday.”

[moneyjones]

The cold drink against her back caused a chill, eyes narrowing at them with a huff as she turned in their direction with her hands firmly on her hips. “Don’t exactly get sore when i’m takin’ care of my body––you should do better stretches if that’s your issue.” She shrugged, a hint of a smirk on her lips as she looked at the other. “Besides, I got a few shifts in the Jean-Michel Basquiat room.” Which would explain her current outfit that left little to the imagination.

[duckyaltalt]

( @radopens​ )

Stretched across a beanbag - Ducky hadn’t been sure how long ago it’d been since he’d first joined the room, eyes glazing past the sunflowers that surrounded him and sticking to the painting overhead, instead. Someone had thought to mimic Starry Night on the ceiling - the stars pulsated, colors swirled - he thought he could name constellations in the painting, like there’d been any to begin with. “That one’s, fucking … Cassiopeia,” he pointed up, towards nothing, head half-hanging off the beanbag and body sunken in - his perception skewed, “She uh - was a queen, once. Got strung up with the stars as punishment, though - fucking … pissed Poseidon off, or whatever. Big fucking ego.”

[moneyjones]

Monet’s eyes followed where he was looking, a perplexed look in her eyes as she tried to follow along. She wasn’t exactly star literate, or even constellation literate for her to know much of anything. So instead she just nodded and kept staring, her vision coming in and out the longer she focused on one particular section. It was nice though, amidst the madness in all the rooms there was at least some tranquility in doing absolutely nothing. “You know a lot about the uh..mythology?”

[moneyjones]

The Jean-Michel Basquiat room proved to be quite the experience for anyone entering. It was a state of blurred vision and the sweet aroma of what could only be categorized as the color fuchsia. It might’ve been a room for Monet to enjoy had she not been scheduled a shift to dance for it, instead moving in her area with a certain gentleness that her own personality might not reflect. It was nice, though. Getting lost in the essence of the room while her outfit left little to the imagination and her curls bounced around effortlessly. A bit longer and she’d be done with her first shift, and hopefully get a shot in before her next. Monet sighed as she moved to a stop, her eyes landing on another that happened to have already been looking. Her natural reaction was to narrow her eyes, but maybe it was the fumes making her a little...lighter, than she’d normally be. “Enjoy yourself?” She asked instead, raising a curious brow. @radopens​

[daynarchives]

The Van Gogh bench beds were a nice touch, he had to say.  That was really the only room that Dayn admittedly wanted to see.  It was an impressive display all around, and there was no denying that, but he wasn’t there for the ambiance - he was there to see if he could successfully forget the entire evening.  Flask in back pocket, cigarettes in another, he wiped the corner of his lip as the girl he was kissing as she stood and went to grab another overly fruity drink - he thought it was another, at least, she tasted like strawberry preservative and vodka.  Moments later, he struck up a conversation with another that passed by, lightly holding her hand before the first came back over, and suddenly there was a sticky pink drink in his face and two frustrated women stalking away.  Dayn heaved a sigh and sat back, looking up at the ceiling as he took the bottom of his shirt and dabbed at his face, before looking up from feeling eyes on him.  Letting out a chuckle he shook his head.  “Oh, come on, don’t give me a look,” he grinned.  “I’m only going to have these looks before I’m old and decrepit at like, thirty, can’t hate the player for trying, right?” *// @radopens​

[moneyjones]

It had all been a pretty amusing run, The Van Gogh room having been nice to visit between shifts dancing in the Jean-Michel Basquiat room. It meant that her paint clattered dance outfit left little to the imagination but was flexible enough to move about in. She’d been watching the whole thing go down curiously, a few stray curls fluttering in front of her face as she attempted to blow them away. One girl leaves, another is there to quickly replace her––why was she not surprised? This catastrophic event was of course followed by a drink in the face and a follow up smirk from Monet as she shook her head with arms crossed over her chest. She shrugged when he looked over at her, still leaning against the wall casually before peering at him. “What is Van Gogh’s room without a little drama though, right?” She rose a brow at him before her attention was on another that walked by, distracted by the sheer nature of the room itself for a moment. 

[moneyjones]

what's the best piece of advice someone's ever given you?

Remember your roots, where you came from and who you are. Courtesy of my daddy.

[moneyjones]

top 3 cuties on campus?

Cuties, like lil oranges on campus? Delicious? I don’t know. I guess Teddy’s pretty to look at, like a spandex cruisin’ rockstar or whatever. Saige n uh, Ducky? Sure.

@teddylawrence, @scige, @duckyfm

[moneyjones]

$, ⁇, ✿

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[txt] You screwed up the whole damn thing, you know we gotta start from scratch now right? Goddamnit.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[txt] gooooOOOOOOOD Just jst listen, listen to me. follow my voice, I need a ride bck to the motherland

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[txt] What? It’s too forward to say you have pretty lips?

[moneyjones]

19,37,71

19. Do you want a church wedding?

There’s a church back home, small little one in my town but..my parents got married there, kinda hoped I would too one day honestly.

37. Favorite swear word?

Dumbass.

71. What makes you nervous?

People gettin’ close when I don’t want them to be.

[moneyjones]

1, 18 , 23 , 28

1. What is you middle name?

Etta.

18. Do you want children?

Sure, just a couple or one.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not even caught a glimpse of one.

28. What type of music do you like?

Oldies, R&B––A whole lot of Jorja Smith.

[moneyjones]

if you had to pick three people from radcliffe to fight, who would they be?

Oh, easy. V i k t o r.

@viktcrr

[leafdapple18]

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