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finncallaghan

The flick of an ace of spades lighter saw the end of his cigarette lit, Finn lifting it to his lips to take a hearty drag. He hardly cared for the rich kid’s opinion on bonsai trees – he’d just come out to light up not to engage in conversation – and there was far more to rock the boat about than a drunk freshman puking up their insides, but Finn made an effort not to comment, knowing that not everyone moneyed was a unbearable snob and to assume so would render him just as prejudice as those who hated Levi for his wealth. “…What?” The forensics student muttered after a prolonged sigh, shoulders lifting in a shrug as he tugged at the too-tight collar of his shirt.

“Aha!” Percy delivered his best impression of Alan Patridge when he clocked eyes with Finn. A hive of constellations swarmed against the endless stretch of indigo sky, gestured to with a garish flounce of Percy’s cigarette. “Stars are so bright tonight, aren’t they? Nazareth vibes. Makes me want to travel by mule to Bethlehem and congratulate Mary on the baby she fired out of her vag like a prodigal ping pong ball.” He blackened his lungs with a couple of carefully measured drags between the gaps of conversation. “Speaking of riding donkeys--...” Percy paused to create an element of suspense and locked onto Finn’s gaze. “...--how’s Whoreleen?” Tongue ducked into his cheek, he flicked his spent cigarette stub into the nearest water feature, listening out for the sharp sizzle before he thought to crudely add, “still thrash around like a bucking bronco when she’s mounted on a million dollar dick?”

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“I just witnessed somebody projectile vomiting over a bonsai tree. Night ruined,” Percy drably interjected, yawning into a champagne flute as if he was above lace frills and glittered politics. So far the masquerade had been mind numbing in its predictability. Percy wanted a scandal that didn’t leave him itching for something more. “Want to know what I think?”

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aldanabrett:

Brett clipped the end of his Cuban cigar, watching narrowly as it fluttered off into the dark grass outside of the mansion like a midnight moth. “I have a sensational idea.” He thrust his vice at the person next to him after sucking in a potent gust. “Let’s play two lies and a truth.“

Percy twisted the Signet ring on his pruned finger, considering making Charles kiss it for good luck in the sporting game, but he thought better of it. Champagne always brought out the darker side of his nature. As if with every bubbling golden gulp, he was devouring another page from Lord of the Flies. “Indeed,” Percy drily commented, summoning over their pack of rowdy bow ties. “Brutal honesty is better with an audience.”

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cyntheac:

“Just so everyone knows, you’re looking at the new Nicola of this school’s rendition of Kinky Boots, I'll be signing autographs shortly,” The blonde joked, her smile bright and excited as she looked over at the person next to her, “I’m so excited.”

“Kinky Boots?” Percy marvelled, rubbing at his diamond splicing jaw line. “I’m not one to kink shame but what in god’s awful name is that?”

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tfwdamon

“Perce!” Damon called, exaggerated jubilance hiding the loathing underneath. As the chubby water boy waddled away to fetch cooler water, Damon walked right up beside the redhead and slapped the bicep of his broken arm in a mocking imitation of a brotherly hello. “Good to see ya, buddy. How’s it hangin’?”

With a crisp breeze ruffling through an auburn mane reminiscent of a L'Oreal commercial, speeding wheels of his Lamborghini Gallardo only just skimming a blur of tarmac, Percy responded to dips in the road like he was starring in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. A sarcastic slap of his broken arm might as well have been a crater for how Percy irritably wet his lips, and forced himself to acknowledge the oaf behind his rock hard lump of plaster mould. “I feel like a billion dollars. Ironic really, considering that’s how much my name is worth.” Percy met Damon’s gaze. “Probably why Pearl kept whispering in my ear about how much she wanted to scream it. Hey, buddy, thanks for doing me a solid on the whole cock blocking,” he paused, rapping his knuckles against his cast to punctuate. “You see, I’m not up to date on my jabs. Never know what you can catch from a stripper.”

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emberstrait:

“You sound like one of those girls from that MTV show… My Sweet Sixteen or whatever,” Ember stated, rolling her eyes as she took the bottle from Percy’s hand and allowed herself a sip. “There’s nothing wrong with it, drama queen.”

“I’ll never be chronically embarrassing enough to star on the peasant channel that is MTV.” Percy eyed up Ember, watching her throat working around the water with a tight lipped grimace. “Don’t veto me off as a drama queen just because I like to maintain a certain standard of living -- if anything, I’m a drama ambassador.”

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burnmaddieburn

Nails clicking on the screen of her phone, Maddie was interrupted as she heard the male not too far away. Something about the situation amused her. Maybe it was his reaction, or the appearance of the other boy, or maybe it was a mix of both. But it was clearly she had found herself a distraction for the rest of the afternoon. “People these days, can’t understand a simple order.” She said, grabbing her own bottle of cold water and throwing it his way.

Luckily for Percy’s cast wielding arm, Charles was on hyper alert to deal with such tomfoolery. He leaped through the air like a Kennel Club retriever soaring into a babbling brook and caught the water bottle in his mitts. “Good job, Charles! Remind me to feed you a mint when you’re finished testing that for traces of poison. Can never be too careful with these--...” Percy paused mid vapid sentence, glancing Maddie up and down, a wealth calculator erupting into dollar signs and estimates in his vanity complex of a brain. “Specimens.”

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ofcolettes

Rarely, Colette finds herself preferring to draw under the shade of a tree in the quad. Despite the students chattering like chipmunks or the occasional shout or two, she was in a world alone. The only sounds she can hear was her pencil scratching against paper in furious movements and a winter breeze that seemed to emanate from the landscape she was sketching. She was so fully consumed by her sketch, by her art, that she was only aware of her surroundings when drops of water spilled on her pad. Hearing the conversation a few feet from her, Colette muttered under her breath, “Fucking brat.” Turning towards the boy with a voice that was laced with anger and fury, she shouted, “Hey!  You fucking spat your water on my pad!”

“Oh no. What a terrible inconvenience.” Percy caged his bottom lip between his Hollywood set of teeth as he mockingly pondered how to respectfully handle the situation. Leaning over the sketch pad so he could catch a better look at it, Percy squinted against harsh rays of sunlight and waited a few seconds before adding, “you’re no Édouard Manet, are you? What the fuck is this? It looks like the drivel I came up with when I was in kindergarten.” A brutally invasive sweep of his working fist saw the water he’d spat out onto the paper smudged dry, damaging it further in his sarcastic attempts to salvage it. “Blessed with my Prada fist. No need to thank me, princess. I finally gave it some value.”

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ughdex:

“This is honestly so confusing.”

“Clearly Charles isn’t the only one with the mind of a chimp,” Percy muttered his insult as his beaver teethed water boy unscrewed a fresh bottle of sparkling mineral water for him. "How terribly embarrassing for you.”

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ughdex

“Are you some type of science-y person?”

“An expansive vocabulary doesn’t make me Charles Darwin. Jesus. You’d probably find the Wild Thornberry’s intellectually stimulating.”

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ughdex

“Well, you’re exactly eye candy either.”

“Eye candy is peasant talk. Cornea glucose is scientifically superior.”

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“Where’s the incompetent chimp now?” Since his preferred arm was still caged in a plaster cast, Percy had acquired a water boy to keep him hydrated during the sunny afternoon. Plump cheeks and stubby legs eagerly raced up to his side with an unscrewed bottle of sparkling mineral water to refresh his palate. One sip was immediately spat out, Percy’s features screwing up like he’d just gargled a mouthful of hydrochloric acid. “Chilled, Charles! That was tepid.”

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ughdex:

“So this guy was like, super into it, boner and all, and he just up and leaves!” Dex said, huffing. “I’m not that ugly, am I?”

"Given that you look like a prehistoric man who wasn’t smart enough to make it through evolution, I’d say so.” Percy ducked his tongue into his cheek. “We can’t all have great genetics, don’t fret about it.”

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