seaside blues.

𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗏𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗍𝖺.

[seash0res]

* SEASH0RES : a study in sun - soaked skin, warm sand under your soles, secrets spilled to the sea, salt-tanged air seeping in with every breath, the many forms duty can take. for kerdalefm, beloved by neve.

𝖵𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖭𝖠 𝖳𝖨𝖠𝖭, twenty5, crest, pharmaceutical heiress. intro, board, connections.

𝖶𝖤𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸 𝖡𝖨𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖯, twenty9, rust, mechanic. intro, board, connections.

[seash0res]

for @seafoames !

at the bonfire.

“ ah, ah, ah! ” though sight of rian elicits nothing but happiness, she still raises a finger before he can even open his mouth. keeps a finger raised as she brings her cup of suspicious something-or-other to her mouth, taking a deep swig. finally, the finger drops. “ alright, hit me. what great advice have you stopped taking this time? ”

[seash0res]

for @seafoames !

at the bonfire.

slunk off to some quiet corner away from the rest to smoke. a bad habit, but he’s something of a walking bad habit — so he doesn’t feel too bad about every inhale, even if his lungs might. can’t turn himself off no matter how relaxed he presents, though. the moment he feels someone else’s presence he’s turning, eyes narrowed. before him is rian, standing around looking insufferable as usual. he exhales, smoke billowing out of his mouth like a warning. this is something of an old song and dance by now, but he refuses to change the tune. an attempt at venom that doesn’t quite land: “ can i help you or are you just gonna keep standin’ there like a stalker? ”

[seash0res]

for @dr1ves !

at the bonfire. well. on the outskirts of the bonfire.

“ okay, okay, so i kind of failed at, um, everything we talked about. ” admission comes with pink-dusted cheeks. she avoids everywhere except zo’s face, unused to not following through. but, really, how could she have kissed some random? she’s barely tipsy enough to kiss someone she does know. “ but i’m here and i think that’s bold enough, yeah? ”

[seash0res]

for @smittenfm ( adeline ) !

at the bonfire.

“ hey, you. ” timbre’s something affectionate for once as he settles beside her, stolen bag of marshmallows shoved forth like an offering. had taken them straight from a crest and made a run for it before they could notice, but hey — their fault for trying to monopolize the s’mores. stuffs a handful of marshmallows into his mouth. “ not the most gourmet snack, but it works, yeah? ”

[seash0res]

for @oceancages ( harvey ) !

at the bonfire.

coming out is always a risk. from her birthday blunder to the possibility of disrupting her parents, there’s always a danger to parties that aren’t thrown by her or them, carefully curated. he’s a more recent danger — once a comfort, a reason to sneak out, now something soured. heart drops at the sight of him, familiar, slipping between warmth and ice. brown hues are drawn towards him against her will, as if they couldn’t look anywhere else. takes a sip of the suspicious drink in her hands, liquid courage down her throat as she quietly wills him to look her way. futile : he’d left without remorse, and she was nothing but a stain in his story. her throat bobs, her eyes sting, and she turns away, harsh, heat of the bonfire left behind.

[seash0res]

for @oceancages ( libby ) !

at the bonfire.

rest of the place might be happy to sit in harmony and sing a happy song or what-the-fuck-ever, but wes is harder to please. got a scowl on his face that reads like a warning sign. careful, ye who enter here! foul mood that catches anyone who comes too close, all rising tide of an attitude — a tide that catches on libby. doesn’t know much about her, but he doesn’t have to. “ not interested in talkin’. bye. ”

[seash0res]

for @s0riano !

at reed’s auto.

“ on a scale of one to ten, how bad of an idea is it to head out to the bonfire tonight? ” not the usual conversation topic he’d take with benji, but zoela’s been getting on his nerves at work all day and he needs a distraction that’s not car-shaped. so : bothering benji. price paid for letting him crawl into some sort of friendship with the other — frankenstein’s monster of a connection, strengthened by a shared death. all too heavy for now, sweat-slick in the garage, fingers stained with oil. “ ‘cause i’m thinkin’ i go, break a nose or two, head back home. sounds like a dream, yeah? ”

[seash0res]

for @sweetsthing !

at the bonfire.

“ i have a question about the whole advice column thing. ” hardly one to approach people so suddenly, this was an emergency in the making. teeth sink into bottom lip as she glances around, as if the people surrounding them might listen in. “ how obvious is it to you who it is that sends stuff in? if it’s anonymous? ”

[goldtinteds]

who  :  alana romero,  uncapped. where  :  cove  point  beach,  bonfire  party. @kerdalestarters.

alana  tries  to  focus  on  the  feeling  of  the  soft  sand  beneath  her  bare  feet,  the  sound  of  the  waves  hitting  the  shore.  the  breeze  is  blowing  her  curly  hair  to  and  fro,  strands  getting  caught  in  her  lip  gloss  every  few  seconds.  she  glances  back  at  the  bonfire,  at  the  groups  of  friends  huddled  together,  as  the  sound  of  their  chatter  hits  her  ears.  she  lets  out  a  deep  sigh  as  she  walks  further  away  from  the  main  event,  too  distracted  to  realize  she’s  about  to  bump  into  someone.  that  is,  until  she  slams  into  them,  chest  to  chest.  “  oh,  shit  !  “  she  feels  her  cheeks  flush  almost  instantly.  “  my  bad.  are  you  good  ?  “

[seash0res]

mind is whirring, focused on a thousand things except her surroundings. tension’s got her shoulders drawn, thinking of the clock ticking, how her parents must be disappointed that she’s out instead of hiding herself inside. with all that in her mind, she manages to lose herself enough to bump into someone else — or, really, allow alana to bump into her. the minute she turns and sees alana a sharp inhale is drawn. faux smile lights up features. “ you’re fine. ” there’s an edge to dulcet tones, a hand raised, insistence on her being fine. “ actually, i’m glad to see you. i need someone to make s’mores with so i don’t look too greedy. ”

[fallnsangel]

open to anyone @ the bonfire party / @kerdalestarters

"i  came  to  bother  you  in  your  solitude  ."  she  opens  her  cigarette  pack  and  offers  ,  finding  the  lighter  and  pulls  it  out  in  two  fluid  motions  ,  swallowing  burnt  ash  into  her  mouth  ,  "but  i  also  come  baring  gifts  ."

[seash0res]

“ gifts or bribes? nothin’ good comes free. ” all that talk and he’s still reaching for a smoke. gift, bribe, trap — he’ll take it. gives her a quick once - over as he breathes in, eyes narrowing. “ aren’t you too young to be smokin’? dare ain’t knock it into you about how bad it is for your lungs? ”

[arabesq]

𝚏𝚘𝚛  ➸  𝚞𝚝𝚙  *  ! 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  ➸ 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊  ☆ 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  ➸  𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎   𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝   𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑  ☆

𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎  𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,  𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗  𝚒𝚝  𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗  𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚎𝚝  𝚞𝚙  𝚊  𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.  she  was  calling  it  ingenious,  and  she  was  putting  in  almost  none  of  the  work!  a  couple  of  shirtless  hunks  had  help  her  set  up  two  makeshift  poles,  carving  notches  into  the  inner  sides  of  them.  they  helped  her  find  a  stick,  et  voila,  it  was  time  for  limbo.  “  everyone,  everyone,  the  first  person  to  successfully  beat  the  final  limbo  rung  over  here  is  going  to  get  a  free,  one  hundred  dollar  gift  card  to  bobae!  "  she  announced,  clapping  excitedly  (  and  a  bit  tipsily  )  at  the  line  that  began  to  form.  somebody  would  have  to  remind  her  that  she'd  said  that  in  the  morning,  but  for  now,  it  was  a  fun,  controlled  bit  of  chaos  that  she  was  enjoying.

[seash0res]

slinks up beside rosie as she claps, brows raised while the line grows and grows. leans in to the other, lowering her voice as her arm finds the other’s. “ you gonna make me do the limbo too, or do i get a free gift card for being me? ” lashes bat, smile half-angelic. blisteringly sober, she’d hold rosie to the whole thing come morning — for now, she’s content to be beside her for a little fun as they watch people try to bend and fail at the final round of limbo. “ think you put it too low. how’s anyone supposed to get down there without something snapping? ”

[capritown]

who   :    zoela   célestin,    uncapped, @kerdalestarters.

where   :    cove   point   beach,    the   bonfire   party.

the   rustle   of   a   plastic   bag   left   by   the   fire   as   she   plucks   a   marshmallow   out   of   it,    her   golden   jewelry   catching   the   firelight   except   instead   of   jabbing   it   onto   the   stick   and   straight   into   the   fire,    the   soft   candy   is   thrown   not   far   across   her,    hitting   their   chest   as   they   sit   across   her   and   zo's   glossed   lips   turn   into a   proud   smile   once   noticed   she   successfully   gained   their   attention.    “   are   you   here   to   actually   enjoy   the   party   or   just   to   look   good   staring   at   the   waves   like   some   tragic   poet   ?   ”

[seash0res]

there’s a voice to make his eye twitch. for a moment, he considers not deigning her with an answer. an unbreakable necessity, though, to bother her, finds himself glancing up. glaring, really, oceanic hues narrowing the moment they land on soft features. “ there’s this thing called rest — i’m takin’ it. ” usual snark not quite as biting. the bonfire’s mellowed him just a little, but he’s quick to be on his guard around her. “ why’re you bothering me? gonna give me some good news ‘round the bonfire, like, ‘finally decided to quit my job and leave you alone for good’? ”

[arabesq]

𝚏𝚘𝚛  ➸  𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎  *  ! @kerdalestarters 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  ➸  𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 ☆ 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  ➸  𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎  𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝  𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 ☆

𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚞𝚙  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚎𝚊.  no,  really,  it  wasn't.  he  didn't  like  to  socialize  much  outside  of  his  coworkers  (  and  even  that,  sometimes,  was  like  pulling  teeth  ),  and  he  didn't  enjoy  small  talk.  call  it  his  achilles'  heel,  or  whatever.  that  didn't  stop  him  from  attending  the  bonfire,  though.  music  was  blaring  from  somewhere,  a  tune  he  didn't  recognize,  and  people  seemed  to  be  huddled  in  little  groups  everywhere  he  looked.  he  took  a  chance  and  sat  down  on  a  log  near  the  fire.  no  one  else  was  occupying  it  (  yet  ),  but  he  left  the  seat  next  to  him  open  on  the  off  chance  that  someone  might  take  it  and  actually  want  to  have  a  conversation.  for  once,  he  was  leaving  himself  free  to  the  possibility  of  -  gulp  !  -  making  a  friend.

[seash0res]

if declan was hoping to make a new friend, wes was about to ruin those dreams. sits himself next to the other the moment he spots the open seat, taking a lazy swig of his beer. for all intents and purposes, this kind of thing should not be his scene — especially when he’s all snap and bite on a regular day. but any kind of celebration was an excuse for him to show up, either to cause problems or to enjoy himself; often, the two were entwined. “ you’re not lookin’ like a party animal, sittin’ here all alone. ” he teases gently. hums along to the music, fingers strumming along at the edge of the log. “ whole bonfire thing not much your thing? ”

[starmuze]

location: cove point beach

status: open to all @kerdalestarters

"i wouldn't drink that if i were you...." theo said with a smirk. he was was mixing himself a drink when the other approached the table, eyeing the drink container filled with an assortment of alcohol. "they said it's rum punch but there's at least six different types of alcohol mixed into that and i know because i watched them do it. some random ass frat bros." he chuckled before sipping on his whiskey and coke. "the risk is all yours but that shit would kill me."

[seash0res]

nose wrinkles in distaste at the warning. after her last blunder at her birthday bash just a few weeks ago, she’s been hesitant to so much as look at any alcohol. still, a voice that sounds suspiciously like zoela’s rings in her mind, urging her to take a risk. she reaches for the rum punch before she can convince herself otherwise, pouring some for herself. “ well, maybe i’m made of tougher stuff than i look. ” raise of her chin, eyes sparkling as she takes a sip — promptly spits it out, coughing up a storm. “ nevermind. that’s awful. you said some frat boys messed it up? ”

[nsevens]

The Summer I Turned Pretty 3.07 — "Last Hurrah"

[seash0res]

🫧⋆｡˚ what’s the buzz around vienna tian in kerdale these days anyways ? they go by vi, they’re the twenty five year old pharmaceutical heiress hanging around crestview or maybe they’re just vibing wherever the party’s loudest. their beach rep says they're arrogant and reclusive, but i heard tourists find them pragmatic and meticulous. it’s funny how they’re known for pink - glossed mouth pressed together in distaste ; sunglasses always perched in hair, prepared for any emergency ; long hours spent in a tennis court ; carefree laughs only released in her most private moments but when i hear their name all i can think is of is her recent birthday bash where, after a public fight with her parents, she fell off the pier into the water. yeah, they’re a whole damn experience, you’ll figure out the rest if you can keep up.

stats !

name. vienna yue tian. nicknames. vi, vivi. age. twenty five years old. gender + pronouns. cis woman + she / her. birthday + zodiac sign. july 31st, leo. birthplace. kerdale, south carolina. ethnicity. asian ( chinese ) orientation. bisexual, biromantic. spoken languages. english ( native, fluent ), mandarin ( fluent ), cantonese ( fluent ), french ( semi - fluent ). education. bachelor’s in sports marketing. occupation. nepo baby, heiress, ex - athelete ( tennis )

mother. elise lian kuang, alive. father. theodore minghao tian, alive. siblings. only child. pets. none.

height. five feet two inches. hair. black, straight, waist length and usually worn in some form of updo. her favorite is twin braids, but her mother says it looks childish. eyes. dark brown, inching towards black. body mods. ears pierced. scars. surgery scar on her right ankle. voice. like the sway of the ocean, there’s always a calm to vi’s voice — even when she’s angry. every word is carefully enunciated, sentences thought out as much as possible. scent. a mix of cherry & vanilla. wardrobe. think mary jane pumps, babydoll dresses, light academia core. occasionally goes for a more beachy look. loves neutrals & pastels.

aversions. jumpscares, surprises, romance novels ( swears they’re unrealistic ), strawberries ( allergic ), heights, her parents. adorations. any animal, skincare, fruity drinks, cherries, doing the opposite of what she’s told, the way her heart races when she takes a risk.

dig deeper !

vienna’s parents weren’t quite an arranged marriage, but certainly something close to it. heiress of a ruthless law firm & soon to be c - suite heir to a pharmaceutical corporation, they were something of a match made in hell. they tolerated one another, marriage being a duty they upheld, and vienna being just that — another duty. after her successful birth, her parents were never intimate again. when she’s older, vienna will learn of the affairs both carry out — for most of her life, she just accepted the loveless nature of her parents’ union. a business relationship.

growing up, vienna knew nothing but pressure. the future face of her father’s company, she’s always been pushed to befriend the right people, be in the right spaces, make the right decisions. when she started showing interest in tennis as a child, it was nothing but another form of networking for her parents. a temporary thing to widen their connections. for vienna, though, tennis was everything. she loved the game, and she was incredibly good at it; played all throughout college.

her senior year of university, though, she suffered a major fracture in her ankle during a game and had to have surgery + relearn how to walk through physical therapy. this marked the end of her athletic career, even though she wanted to keep going after she recovered — her parents decided it was too dangerous, though.

known for her fancy, meticulous, and very boring crest parties. her most recent one was her twenty fifth birthday bash — when she finally exploded at her parents for their attempts at controlling her life. a very public mess that ended with her & her vintage chanel getting sea - soaked. she’s been something of a recluse ever since, rarely showing her face at events or really around kerdale at all.

wanted !

ex - partners — not quite exes because she’s only ever had true feelings for one ex. these are people her parents have set her up with. crests who have their approval to date her. she’s always disliked them and made that evident throughout their “relationships”, but maybe after they broke up she’s softened with some of them.

best friends — i imagine they’re a little trio <3 the ppl she’s had at her side for years. they’re her ride or dies, the ones she’d do anything for & will know that feeling is reciprocated.

soulhate — u know, like the opposite of a soulmate. crest or rust who she hated at first glance, and they return the favor. no matter what, these two do not get along, something about their personalities clashing. whenever they’re in a room together, everyone knows problems are going to follow.

half - sibling(s) — both of her parents are actively having affairs but likely this would be her father’s child. she might not know they’re related. they might even be someone her father’s shown true affection to despite them not being able to be his air bc of the whole … u know … illegitimate thing.

hookups, bad influences, friends her parents absolutely wouldn’t approve of, fake friends/frenemies, anything !!