she was a hurricane

[ms-alaska]

ashcrking

          To say he’d been pissed off that she’d disappeared without a trace was an understatement, though a part of him understood her choices considering their careers were rather similar. He didn’t hate her for the choices she made, she had no obligation to him whatsoever, after all. But admittedly, it sucked that amidst everything they were going through, she dropped off the face of the planet without so much as a goodbye or a check in. And for that, he was readily annoyed. Annoyed because he wasn’t done sorting through his feelings yet. Folding his arms readily across his chest, he presses his lips together, watching as she attempts to compose herself. “They for me? —’Cause judging by that look on your face, I’d say you didn’t come over to see me.” His voice was purposely firm, jaw clenching as he looked over at the blonde, features blank and emotionless, which contrasted the bouts of turmoil raging within him. 

She elevated a brow in response. Arms progressively moving back down to her sides. The urge to spill all was overbearing and imperious. Lips creasing together to physically prevent herself from expressing something she would come to deeply regret. So, with a loud clearing of her throat, the blonde allowed her gaze to fixate on his. Expression indifferent; while her head tilted marginally towards her shoulder. “I mean --- I originally got my ass out of bed to see Talan, truthfully. But you’re just as pleasant of company.” Alaska kept her voice both calm and collected. Flashing the male a warm smile before allowing herself to step through the doorway of their home. The nerves that were currently raging about in her stomach was damn near impossible to ignore, and her heart was still playing hopscotch in her chest. There was no way in absolute hell that she was in the right. And she was fully aware of that. However, for some reason unbeknownst to even herself, she was still playing coy. Acting as if her dropping off for a bit was no concern of his. “There’s supposed to be about fifty wings in this bucket, but I got hungry on the way here and ate a few --- so there is now about thirty-five,” She stated casually. Body still situated away from him as she placed the food and beers on the nearest table. “But don’t worry --- I’ve got a metric fuck ton of those bomb ass homestyle fries sitting in my car if you still find yourself hungry, my dude.”

[ms-alaska]

silasatwater

             In truth, it nearly took all of him to not completely fall back into their old ways of shameless flirting. After not seeing her for so long, it proved to be especially hard. Still, despite being buzzed as hell, he managed to keep in mind that both Wren and Indi were inside… who’d spot him if he were to make any strange advances towards Alaska, despite naturally wanting to do so. Instead, he takes hold of the cold metal bars beneath his palms, momentarily gripping them tightly. “Quoting Mean Girls?” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes and forehead roughly. He took a minute to collect his buzzed state into a somewhat sane one, facing her fully when she mentions Indiana, clarifying Silas’ previous question. “No, I’m fine… just—” he clears his throat. “Drinking way too much, hoping I’d black out before having to complete this fucking dare,” he shakes his head, despite laughing it out. Resting against a pillar, Silas completely ignores Alaska’s offer to tell a story, noting her haircut. “Hey,” he calls out, a somewhat sleepy expression resting on his features. “You cut your hair,” he smiles lazily, free hand playing with the ends of her blonde locks. “Looks good, Hart.” Despite being iffy about relying on his mental notes, Silas made one anyway, knowing tonight would be the only chance to ask her how she knew Indi. Was it important? Probably not. Did he still want to know? Most definitely. 

“I did --- I was feeling spontaneous and it was either cut my hair or get bangs, and I once cut my own bangs in middle school and my hair looked like a fucking helmet. Not a good look.” Instinctively, she placed a hand upon his. Pausing momentarily before dropping it to her side; gaze fixated on the bottle situated next to them. “If you stick around long enough for me to reach my prime, I’ll have no choice but to carry out my dare on you --- and believe me when I tell you it’s not something you’ll want to miss.”

[ms-alaska]

ashcrking

@ms-alaska

       If there was one thing Asher hadn’t anticipated about his afternoon off, even after months of no contact, it was having Alaska Hart rock up at his doorstep. The young ex-musician had been lounging around on the couch with a beer in hand waiting for Tal to finish his shift down at Jester’s, when he heard a knock at the front door. That was the thing about their apartment building, people could just waltz in and out whenever they pleased, the door downstairs always left open. But as his shirtless self roamed over to turn the handle, a wave of shock infiltrated his core as his eyes land on the familiar blonde. “…Alaska?” 

Mustering up the grit to pick her jaw up from the floor and respond to the male presented in front of her was clearly proving to be much harder than anticipated. Truly, she had no real right to be shocked or stunned by the familiar face; after all it was his house. And now her plan of surprising Talan with a bucket of hot wings and a 12-pack of beers was not cutting out to be as amenable as originally assumed. “Shit,” was all that slipped from the confinement of the blonde’s lips before she shifted her weight uncomfortably. Bucket of food being pulled tightly against her chest while the drinks were gradually beginning to feel like a solid 200 pounds. Every ounce of her wanted nothing more than to check-in on Asher during her leave… or shoot him a clever ass snapchat that only his humor would appreciate. She did. However, feelings are a bitch --- and once involved, there’s really no fool-proof way to remove them. Meaning there was now no approach to explain why on earth he hadn’t heard from her at all… without throwing herself under the high speed bus; admitting to all possible feelings that were being harbored and buried. So instead, she attempted to play coy. Deep inhale before conjuring up a half smile to replace her gaping lips. “Hey Asher.” The words were drawn out & emotionless as they came echoing through clenched teeth. Heart beating so damn fast that she was almost certain he could hear it. “Want some hot wings?”

[gusty]

[ms-alaska]

Do you believe in soulmates?

“Honestly have no clue. But if soulmates are an actual thing --- there’s no way in hell that humans have only one. People grow, people change --- maybe there’s one for each stage of life? Who fucking knows.”

[ms-alaska]

If needed, who'd you give your kidney to? Juliet, Silas, or Luke?

“I’d probably die trying to save all three.”

( @silasatwater & @lukeyork & @juliet-lovett )

[ms-alaska]

how do you feel about juliet kissing asher?

“Huh? They kisse — actually, that’s none of my business.They’re absolutely allowed to do whatever the hell they want. Not in arelationship with either of them, therefore, I don’t believe I’m in anyposition to answer this.”

( @juliet-lovett & @ashcrking )

[ms-alaska]

who do you trust the most?

“Myself.”

[ms-alaska]

silasatwater

@ms-alaska

            Avoiding his dare, stocking up on shots, Silas was surprised he was able to even recognize any familiar faces. Oddly enough, spotting Alaska and Indi having a conversation sure did something to his insides— whether it be a case of nerves and worry, or a reaction to the amount of alcohol and lack of food he had been consuming. He hovers over the table of food, eying the blonde and brunette from afar. How could they possibly know each other, he wonders, mindlessly scarfing down chips. The girl he was sleeping —was sleeping?— with and the girl he had the massive hots for… not in any universe had Silas dreamed of these two conversing. It wasn’t that Silas was worried about gettng in trouble, because really, he hadn’t done anything wrong… but seeing them together just didn’t scream ‘good’. He breakes his gaze for a moment, looking for something more sustainable than chips as he tries to talk some sense into himself. What trouble could there be? Alaska is a good person, Indi is a good person— they’re good people, great people. Brows knitting in an unsatisfying manner, Silas steps out of the area after grabbing a cupcake in desperation to forget about it. He was buzzed… drunk, intoxicated. No use of self reflecting could bring his worries to light. Instead, the blonde decided to get some fresh air, where he had spotted Alaska, conviently. “I’m fucked up,” he greets casually, making it to her side. “I could’ve sworn you were in there talking to—” he pauses, shaking his head. Maybe they weren’t talking, and I’m just that fucked up. “Nevermind.”

“Oh --- hey there, handsome.” The blonde returned indifferently. Hand progressively moving upwards in order to allow the red cup of something to meet her lips. “That makes one of us. I damn near devoured an entire pizza earlier... consequence of that? I now feel absolutely nothing. Nada. Do I drink too much? Does my limit no longer exist?” Immediately helping herself to a swig of the liquor on the table situated next to the two of them, Alaska tilted her head slightly. Newly shortened blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. “What? Are you okay? I was talking to Indiana --- can’t remember her last name to save my fucking life right now, but yeah. The cute little brunette.” She took another swig from the crystal bottle; simaltaneously sending a wave towards the direction of a familiar face. “Wanna hear a funny story? It involves french fries and a broken ferris wheel.”

[ms-alaska]

juliet-lovett

“French fries? You are actually my soulmate,” the red-head managed with a precarious flick of her gaze over the edge of the cart containing both of their bodies, suspended way farther up in the air than she felt completely comfortable with yet was almost a hilarious circumstance within itself. If she was to be stuck up here with anyone, thank the good Lord above it was Alaska Hart. “Oh wait - pause.” Digging into her purse, her hand resurfaced grasping a sharpie, leaning towards the blonde’s face with a silly grin turning up the corner of her mouth. “Let me add a sick tattoo to your face, have you pose for a picture to post on the ‘gram and then we’re rationing out snacks. Deal?” Juliet’s eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief, her mind anywhere else accept on the fact they were currently stranded up on a ride and no one seemed to be in any sort of hurry to fix it. 

“Um --- duh? You just realizing this, Lovett?” Alaska returned through hoisted brows. Aquamarine hues rolling marginally to the side before a coy grin was placed upon her lips. Without much hesitation, the blonde reached towards her hip; lifting the grease soaked paper bag from the zipper compartment of her tote. If she absolutely had to be trapped soaring hundreds of feet in the air, it was just insane luck that it happened to be with Juliet. And french fries. Dynamic Duo, honestly. --------- With a lengthy exhale, Alaska allowed her body to fall towards the black marker. Lids fluttering shut. “Go for it, doll face. But if you draw a fucking dick on my face --- I’m dying those precious locks of your purple the next time you sleepover. Or putting your bra in the freezer. Literally anything a 13-year-old would do to that one friend who fell asleep early at a middle school sleepover, I’ll be doing to you.”

[ms-alaska]

lukeyork

avaselenesawyer

       Truth be told, Sawyer hated dressing up. Sometimes it was a part of her job, sometimes, like now, it was a social expectation she was annoyed by.. but then again, masking herself with day of the dead makeup — she couldn’t complain, considering she was practically unrecognisable. Seeing an opening for a less haywire area, considering the amount of bodies that were constantly bumping into her, she found herself weaving through the crowd to get there. Only, she’d run into two very familiar faces, igniting a wide grin on her features. For those two, she didn’t want to conceal her identity. “Well, well, well.. who do we have here. You guys tried ordering pizza yet? —Anyone got a bottle of anything? I’m thirsty as fuck.” // @lukeyork

When the figure he’d felt coming up near him began to speak, throwing an arm entirely over his shoulder, it was then where Luke shift in probably the most urgent surprise he had the entire night. And at least from what he’d heard, the costumed horror characters weren’t actually allowed to come into contact with the guests. Luckily though, Luke instantly recognized the voice of his cousin, a light scoff emitting from his lips. “You know, I should be asking you that same question.” He purposely drawled. They had been able to hang out, have a good time after how many years, locked up in a library during a freak storm even, and then it was as if they’d gone back to square one. Although, blame did fall on him for that too… “First of all, can you not talk to me like I’m eighty?” He rolled his eyes. “And I –“ He didn’t get a chance to finish, having heard another familiar voice approach. Well, something was clearly in the Halloween air that night as it was none other than their other library group member. Or the strobe lights were just playing tricks at this point. 

“Sawyer? — No, actually, let’s get on that. You know, the pizza might actually get here, quicker too. Got to ask if they’re a fast runner.” He smirked, pulling out his phone from his pocket. @ms-alaska

The blonde’s palms were placed deftly upon each hip. Fierce grin painting itself onto her lips as hues fell upon the two in front of her. “Our timing is impeccable --- clearly we were meant to annoy the absolute fuck out of one another for a bit longer, huh?” Though she certainly knew Sawyer wasn’t really the hugging type, Alaska went in for one anyway. One arm delicately wrapping to pull her into a moderate side embrace; while the other remained on her popped hip. “Are we actually ordering pizza? Like --- seriously?” She inquired through one lifted brow. Hues once more darting between the two bodies. “Holy shit, I love you two --- I want pepperoni & bacon. Extra jalapenos on the side. And tell them that if it’s not here in 30 minutes or less, we deserve free breadsticks.” So maybe ordering pizza while amid a scare maze wasn’t the smartest idea; but it certainly was the best. No doubt in that. “So, we settin’ up shop in the middle of this piece of shit?” She humored before scanning for the nearest exit. “Because I really don’t want to be interrupted by screaming humans every fifteen seconds, you know? Also don’t think they’d be too keen if I pulled out a flask full of gin in front of minors.” + @avaselenesawyer​

[ms-alaska]

[ms-alaska]

lukeyork

Currently weaving through one of the set up scare houses, Luke was more interested in getting any glimpse of the behind of the scenes workings.  Although when faced with the constantly approaching horror characters, Luke merely just blinked and eyed them back, his indifference likely being why they backed away after a good few moments. Spotting a decorated curtain then around piled props, Luke made his way over, pulling it back calculatingly. Meanwhile, one scare actor at the opposite side looked busy taking a quick break. Noticing another figure come up near him among the multitude of Halloween themed noises and flashing strobe lights, he turned slightly towards them. “Looking for a five second head start?” He nodded forward, asking despite if they were simply another Horror Nights guest or done-up employee. 

She paused. Entirely too entranced by the electric disco lights in the maze to pay any mind to the zombie that had been standing behind her for a minute too long. The actor soon growing frustrated as they made their way from the dancing blonde to seek out their next potential victim. It was absolutely no secret that Alaska was the ultimate thrill seeker. Wholly & truly. Therefore, it only made sense that the Halloween festivities such as this one was entirely up her realm of happiness. The adrenaline that came with jump scares and the anticipation causing a childlike giddiness to course through her veins. A permanent smile etched upon her lips as she slowly walked through the strobe painted maze.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Was all Alaska could bring from her lips as she draped an arm around her cousin’s shoulder. Gaze bouncing between the male and the scene in front of them. She hadn’t genuinely spent time with Luke since the storm --- forced bonding between the two quickly becoming something rather special as they sought the passing of the storm with one another. It was an experience unlike any other, really. And if given the opportunity, she’d relive it all in a heartbeat. Pulling the other along with her, Alaska showed zero hesitation in her stride. Fully embracing the jumping skeletons and demons that were being hurled their way. “Didn’t think this would be something to entice ole’ Luke --- did you lose a bet? Trying to ditch a date?” She inquired, pushing their way through the dark tunnels. + @avaselenesawyer​​

[ms-alaska]

“Shit” the blonde muttered under her breath; braided locks cascading down her shoulders as she peered over the arm rest that kept both of their small frames at bay. “Ok --- Jules, if your ass if afraid of heights, I need you to let me know now. Because I’m ridiculously down to carry you out of this thing on my back if need be.” There was humor present in her tone; previous statement certainly a joke --- with a tinge of truth lying underneath. Aquamarine eyes scanning her friends to seek an answer. “But if you’re not… I’ve got french fries and a lemonade capri sun to hold us over until we’re down? Whichever your choice may be, I’m already game.” + @juliet-lovett

[memesgaloor]

ask my character about anyone in their life!

playable characters, npcs, anything! ask about relationships, current ones, failed ones, poke and prod them for answers about people that mean a lot to them!

[ms-alaska]

“Look at all ma shiiiiiiiit” || SPRING BREAK FOREVER

                              ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

 alaska hart + halloween 2k17

[juliet-lovett-deactivated201812]

reunited || alaska & juliet

[ms-alaska]

juliet lovett

Though she hadn’t heard much over the past few weeks, Juliet hadn’t wanted to bother her best friend, shooting a text to her whenever she found a free minute, hoping for a phone call or explanation, hell maybe even a poorly worded email explaining her whereabouts. But instead, there was radio silence, a nagging in the pit of her stomach that came along with a nervous sort of worry, this silly idea that Alaska wasn’t coming back and she’d lost the closest thing to a sister she’d probably ever find in this lifetime. Which was why she nearly screeched at a pitch loud enough to shatter the wine glasses stacked behind her head, hurtling over the counter as the familiar blonde head bobbed in the front door, and launching herself at the DJ before she could stutter out any words, embracing her fiercely with a wide smile plastered on her face. “What in the hell, Alaska Hart. Come on, back to my place so you can explain yourself. I need out of this joint,” Juliet babbled, tossing her apron in the direction of the bartender, nodding her exit as she looped her arm over the girl and maneuvering her back out onto the sidewalk. “Spill. Now. I have a bottle of something back at my place with your name all over it.” 

Alaska’s departure was both sudden & unforeseen --- not much of an explanation to those she certainly owed one to. Whereabouts only known by a select few whom she had been able to speak to before her hasty exit. It was a flaw, really. A tragic flaw that would undoubtedly be the sole reason some of the strongest relationships in her life would ultimately face a demise. Lack of communication ---- which usually resulted in the other coming to believe Alaska didn’t care enough to reach out; pick up a phone, send a text, send a carrier pigeon --- the works. However, that had never really been the case. It was never a lack of consideration on her end; just a lack of focus. And being on the road composing music both day in and day out caused the blonde to unknowingly stray from those she kept close to heart. Mind enraptured entirely in music composition and the tour.

Pushing through the front door of her best friend’s place of work, Alaska’s thoughts concluded almost immediately as an earth-shattering screech came wafting in her general direction. An uncomfortable grimace rendering across her features. “Holy fucking shit, Juliet. I’m highkey still hungover from three days ago --- so that did absolutely nothing for this migraine.” Lifting a hand from her side, the blonde reached to place the aviators perched on her nose to the peak of her head. A cheesy grin making its way across her lips as the petite redhead came barreling toward her at full speed. “I know, I know --- I take home the award for the absolute shittiest best friend to ever grace this planet, but once I tell you the reason behind it, I think you’ll hate me a little less.” She said through her wide grin. Arms still wrapped tightly around Juliet. “But no, you go first. I want to know everything I can know about what the fuck you’ve gotten into since I’ve been gone. Did you do anything I wouldn’t approve of? Get arrested? Become vegan? Anything at all?”