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@shcwtunes
.✦ ݁˖ shcwtunes
independent roleplay blog for campusloser . penned by abby (she/her).
feat.
.✦ ݁˖ bear stone - the mad scientist.
intro. musings. visuals. starters. all.
.✦ ݁˖ sullivan vane - the homewrecker.
intro. musings. visuals. starters. all.
he's just a man , so of course he takes a little lingering peek as sully lifts the hem of his shirt . the sex appeal could really work in their favor . besides , seth has never had any qualms when it comes to showing off what he was blessed with . “ definitely . ” he slaps a hand on sully's shoulder supportively , “ we've got this in the bag — but that was obvious from the jump . ”
with any luck, hopefully all the pizazz of their performance would make up for sully's lack of vocal abilities -- or at least be enough of a distraction from them. "well, duh. we're the hottest dudes in the whole club. honestly, it's a little unfair of kelmeckis to put us both together, maximize our joint slay like that and not give anyone else a shot, but, hey, can't blame the dude for wanting to see us together. he's only human."
"Hmm," Abilene hummed, noncommittal, which in Abilenese is both an acknowledgment and a warning. She's not an idiot; she knows he's practically sacrificing, well, mostly everything by indulging her fantasy of them being the picture-perfect couple of chastity. "Thank you," she finally added, and she meant it. "You don't have to stay the whole time, either, if you're uncomfortable." Abilene was a lot of things, but she wouldn't hold Bear hostage if they didn't want to stick around.
Her fingers smoothed the edge of her napkin again, a habit, trying to keep everything as pristine as it was before she touched it. "Try to keep the gum in your pocket, though," she suggested. It wasn't that she didn't understand that Sully was a bit much, but it was his safe space, too. "I'm not sure how well my reputation would be if he had a bald head for the rest of the semester." The visual alone brings just the smallest of smiles to her face.
"i think i can handle one meeting." maybe. hopefully. only one way to find out. "how bad could it be?" famous last words? he certainly hoped not, but he couldn't help but feel a bit like he was walking into the lion's den -- a reference he considers telling abilene, considering it's biblical origins, but he's not too sure she'd appreciate it being used in regards to the club she ran.
"i will try my best, i promise." it wouldn't be easy - that guy was just asking to have a wad of gum stuck on the back of his head, but, for her, he would at least attempt not to disrupt the meeting. no matter how much it might be deserved. "could be the bruising his ego desperately needs. isn't pride a sin?" so was theft, but bear didn't seem quite as concerned with that part. "...but i guess it's not my responsibility to dole out the punishments for it." no matter how much he might like the idea of playing god.
lore knew that the science club wasn't exactly the place to be on the campus of saint rivera, but the longer that she waited for bear to arrive (to make their intimate group of 5 a decent 6), the more she started to second guess if she should be a member. now that the new directions was cool, was science club loserville?
luckily, she didn't have a chance to ponder that question, because bear soon appeared, a welcome and only slightly wet presence.
"that's alri-oh," she paused when she processed what he'd just said. "the joys of living in abrams, i guess." but it seemed for the best to not focus on their maybe haunted dorm and the joys (terrors) of a communal bathroom. instead, she quickly moved on to answer their question. "no, you're good. the others paired off to start their experiments, but it seems like everyone's still reading over the outline in the textbook. or... they might not be excited for today's experiment and they're pretending to read. it's kind of basic."
"i've stopped to talk to the custodial staff about it, but i have a feeling they were just saying they'd go take care of it to placate me. they didn't seem to actually care. not like it could spread diseases or anything." bear rolls his eyes, clearly displeased by the results of the conversation he'd had. "but, hey, if they want to clean up puke from everyone after we all get sick because of their lackluster job performance, that's their prerogative."
his little rant comes to an end as he finds the right page, lifting his head to take a quick glance around at their other club members, and, a little disappointendly, realizes that their newest experiment is, in fact, basic. "they should let me pick what we do in here sometime. it'd be way more fun, and i have so many good ideas that i could use some more hands for." also potentially hazardous and could risk causing expensive damage to the lab, but, hey, that was the fun of it! "they're holding us back in here."
🎙️ ˚ ﹕ㅤㅤ the next moment was spent in complete silence, though her stare spoke a thousand words, all too harsh and too baffled to be spoken out loud. she'd been meeting with different extracurricular representatives, conducting short interviews to get a better perspective of respective clubs so she could plug them in her show, but the last thing he expected was for the robotics representative to be some wanna spiderman. " the initials make more sense now, " billy said under her breath before clearing her throat and plastering a polite smile on her lips. " no, " a nervous chuckle, slowly shaking her head. " i'd rather not watch you fall headfirst, crack your skull, and change the trajectory of my life forever. i've had quite enough of those. "
'initials'? what initials? his initials? bear stares back at billy, trying to put the pieces together in his head, wanting to figure out exactly what that meant, without having to ask for clarification. bear stone. b.s. was she-- "are you calling me a liar? because i can prove it to you right now, if you don't believe me." and, if anything, he'd probably wind up higher than the last time. bear thrived off of spite. "sounds to me like you might be bad luck. ...or a suspect. why are so many people falling to their demise around you, billy, hm? care to comment?" he flips the interview around on her -- now an interrogation.
it was a look of shock and awe that crossed her features when sully had the audacity to sit in cece's seat. and when he put her cardigan on his shoulders, she snatched it back. "that's not your color." was all she said as she moved to place it in the open seat on the other side of her. perhaps cece wouldn't even notice the mix up. "who are you partnered up with again?" she asked, turning back to sully as she took a sip from her waterbottle.
truthfully, goldie had stopped listening to the pairs once she got her assignment partner and realized she wasn't going to be paired up with one of her fellow cheerios. and even if she had been paying attention, there was no chance she was going to remember like 15 pairings. "i don't even think i've talked to the girl im supposed to work with before. if this assignment goes poorly, we can just threaten to leave. like you said, if we go, all the others will follow and then glee club will be like... stella, julian and a bunch of average looking people swaying in the background" she doubted anyone would step up as the group choreographers with her and sully gone.
"what's my color, then? skin tone? goldie, are you asking me to strip in the middle of the choir room?" sully puts his hand over his mouth like he is appalled by this request she hadn't even remotely given him, before stretching his legs out to get a little more comfortable. ...and to potentially trip any losers that might pass by.
"what's her name? maybe i know her - she cute?" priorities. sully's demeanor shifts, just a little, at the thought of having to threaten to leave, causing his arms to cross over his chest in defiance at the idea without him realizing. he liked it here. maybe he wouldn't admit it, but he did, and he wasn't too sure he wanted to risk the bluff of having to potentially leave - even if it could lead to them getting their way. "i dunno. that... seems a little drastic. it's just one stupid assignment. we'll get another stupid one next week. not like any of this actually matters."
some might assume that stella and sully did not get along... particularly from how they spoke to each other in spaces like the new directions group chat. but they would be wrong. mostly. while starring opposite each other in their high school's production of grease, they'd found a way to overcome their differences and work together. and that had carried on into college, when sully joined and eventually became one of the choreographers of the new directions (after several threats from stella that he better take it seriously.
now, they had come to a sort of understanding. and stella knew she had that to thank for the fact that sully did, in a way, at least confirm that he would be rehearsing.
"well, yes, you're not paired with me. or julian. or charity, though she insists on fading into the background," she acknowledged, her list for could be better short and sweet.
"i'm paired with lo, so i suppose the same could be said."
but back to the space thing... "the choir room is the most ideal location for spacing - it only makes sense to practice where you'll actually perform. and it's the best spot to rehearse with the jazz band, should your piece require it. seth has a band, does he not?" she knew he did - it was why she'd recruited him to the new directions. "if that's being put to use for your performance, the choir room is a great, large, sound-proof option for your rehearsal."
"being paired with you wouldn't be so bad. we killed it in grease." it's almost a compliment - not without adding himself into it, of course, but, for sully, that was about about the highest praise he ever cared to give.
he wasn't a complete moron - he knew his vocal skills left... something to be desired, but starring in the school musical with stella had opened up to his eyes to how much he enjoyed being in the spotlight, getting up on stage and doing a fun little number, and, though he might be a part of a team secretly trying to destroy the new directions -- he was actually enjoying himself in the club until then, and, really, he had her to thank for that. ...not that he actually would, thank her, of course.
"why do you want us in there so bad? are you trying to snoop? steal our baller ideas?" he's teasing - mostly, shooting stella a look before dropping a few quarters into the vending machine now that he's decided on his afternoon snack. "or are you just hoping for a free show? 'cause, babe, if you want to watch me move my body, there are easier ways of going about it. you could just ask."
"now i'm curious, how much money have you earned?" savannah questioned, making sure to be extra slow in reaching for her wallet from her purse. in a way, this was to taunt sully and make him wait even longer. "i worked hard for this, so i'm expecting a snack and a beverage too. peanut butter m&m's and a diet coke, please and thank you. i'm going to want to count the change back too."
"i dunno, like..." sully scrunches up his nose as he pretends to think it over, like he's going through the numbers in his head. "...12k, maybe?" truthfully, he had no idea - it was probably closer to about forty bucks, but where was the fun in that answer? besides, he was manifesting. "what, you're not gonna let me keep it? i thought you wanted to help me out. when did you get so greedy, sav?"
Abilene's lips part then press together again, as if she's trying to revise a version of herself that may have laughed outright. Instead, she offers a measured, faintly disapproving look. She reaches for her water glass to take a sip and buy herself a moment. "It's not a punishment," she says, reflexively, as though she's had this conversation a million times before. Mostly because she had. Whenever she tried to recruit new members, most people viewed it as such.
"And no," she adds, primly, thought the corner of her mouth betrays her with the faintest tug of a smile. "You are not allowed to assault anyone with chewing gum, even if it is Sullivan Vane," who, even by Abilene's standards, was a bit much, "I think it's kind of cool he's reclaiming himself."
Abi wouldn't consider herself manipulative, but she wasn't quite as innocent as people believed her to be. If she wanted people to buy into their relationship, not that it wasn't fake by any means. Still, it wasn't exactly built on love; they sometimes had to appear as a united front. She looks at him, using the eyes she had seen Goldie use on one, two, okay, three guys before. "Plus, it'd make me really happy."
bear feels bad; he knows this is important to her, and his reaction hadn't been exactly what she was hoping for - but he'd never really been known for having a poker face. "right, no, i know. i'm glad that you want me to be there." invitations weren't something he received often - in part due to his penchant for going through all the pockets of jackets left behind in the coat room - and it did mean a lot to him that she wanted to include him in this. but... celibacy club? didn't sound like his dream afternoon activity.
still... the look on her face is so earnest, and, though he might love saying the word no, he's not too sure he can this time. ...or crush her dreams regarding sully's sudden interest in the club. plus, if he's there, maybe he can put a stop to it before the guy does anything to mess things up for her. he might have supervillain aspirations, but, maybe he can use his powers for good just this once, for the sake of his girlfriend's creepy club. "okay, okay. fine. i'll give it a shot. ...but i'm bringing gum just in case. only as a last resort, i promise."
seth nods vigorously, “ oh, for sure. booty shorts ? glitter ? i’m down for whatever. ” he grins wildly. after all, there’s very little seth wouldn’t do when it comes to putting on a performance, even more so when it comes to winning.
"wait, you're onto something." sully lifts up the bottom of his shirt so he can check out his torso in the mirror - like there was a chance he'd forgotten what it looked like. "what about body paint, too? write new directions across our chests, so when we pop the shirts off, we look like we have mad team spirit?"
🎸 ˚ ﹕ㅤㅤ hollis couldn't even remember the last time he had a full eight hours of sleep since the new school year began, the return of glee club back into the good graces of the campus population turning out to be both the best and worst thing to happen in his collegiate career. it was great having a front row seat of this trainwreck waiting to happen, already had an ongoing bet for how long it'll take until julian devereux bursts a forehead vein dealing with those jocks. but it also meant learning a whole new repertoire of songs just so he, alongside other members of the jazz ensemble, could be ready whenever those freaks tell them to " hit it! " or give them a glance with the expectation that the band already mastered their rendition of … everything in between sondheim and doja cat. so here he was, almost midnight and still sitting at the curb outside the convenience store after hours and hours of practice, sipping on a blueberry slushie as he desperately tried to forget about the arrangements of those fuck-ass mashup songs still echoing in his head. how could anyone expect him to sleep after that? and he was so desperate for a distraction that his attention latched onto the first person that entered his vicinity, looking up from the asphalt to another soul still awake at this time. " you look like shit. " he didn't mean it, spoken with a jesting smile, only said to get a reaction. " what're you doin' still awake at this time? "
𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼: hollis, a member of the jazz ensemble and #furniture of new directions, cannot sleep because all the songs he's learning for the club are stuck in his head! #freehim, but he meets another night owl, and shenanigans ensue?
bear had been so hyper-focused on his work that it was only when he'd taken a second to look up from the machinery in front of him and saw how dark the view from the windows were that he realized just how late it was. he needed to sleep. but, first, he had to eat, and though there were probably better options out there, nothing else seemed to be open right now, and, so, a quick, convenience store sandwich would have to do.
unfortunately, this also, apparently, meant running into one of his least favorite people this week - hollis. he was tired, and in a rush, and the last thing he wanted was to deal with him right now. "this is all the change i have, sorry, mister." was it a dick move, dropping a small handful of nickels and dimes into the opening of hollis' sweet treat? sure. but did it manage to pull the tiniest hint of a smile onto bear's face, knowing he'd ruined it for him? absolutely.
Abilene set the offending breadstick onto the table, not wanting to taint the bread basket with the barely eaten one, even if she didn't think Bear was going to eat any. If you were to ask her, she would say her boyfriend was pleasant company. He didn't talk very much, and they didn't spend much time together, but for the most part, she couldn't complain.
"I think she believes suffering builds character," she says just lightly enough for the words not to sting, smoothing her napkin over her lap. "If the food makes you a little ill, it just means you weren't grateful enough for the meal," beat, "Or that you should have prayed for a bountiful one."
She had never courted before; Abilene's church was small and mostly filled with the elderly or couples already experiencing newlywed bliss, and the boys at her high school never did care for the in order to date Abilene, you mustn't close the bedroom door adage, when someone did build up any courage to try and ask her out. At college, though, her parents didn't have much more than her word, which was that Bear was nice to her and came from a good family, and that wasn't a complete lie!
"You should come to celibacy club next week," she prompted, a little too quickly. Sometimes, Abilene viewed their relationship as transactional, a sort of scratch my back and I'll scratch yours situation. So she wasn't necessarily asking; she was simply telling him. If he came, she wouldn't bother him for a month and leave him to do whatever it is he does with his robots. "The girls are getting really tired of having to come together with just Sully."
bear had quite a few opinions on abilene's mother's beliefs, but, as much as he wasn't one to typically hold back from speaking his mind, he knew that calling his girlfriend's mother a lunatic probably wasn't the key to a long, healthy relationship. "...right. i'll keep that in mind, i guess." silently, he wonders which would be worse to bring up right now - his impression that mrs. perez was at least slightly off her rocker, or, the hopefully not important fact that he was pretty sure he was an atheist.
"the celibacy club?" he doesn't intend for it to come out this way, but bear repeats the words like she's just asked him to hold a live grenade for her. it's not even so much the celibacy part of the ordeal -- it's the club of it all that has him considering running the other way. especially if it means being trapped in a room with sullivan vane for an hour. but... he wants to be a good boyfriend. and that means making sacrifices, for the sake of making her happy, even if it feels a little too close to a humiliation ritual for comfort. "i guess i could. am i allowed to stick gum in his hair if he's annoying?"
who: bear & luciana @socvereign where: campus library
there was a chance bear occasionally went a little overkill with the background checks on his classmates, but, in this case, it felt necessary. luciana was smart, really smart, to the point where bear, perhaps - though he wouldn't admit it - felt a little threatened by her. he needed to be the smartest person in the room, a hundred percent of the time. "we need to talk." bear doesn't wait for an invitation to join luciana before sitting down across from her, opening up a manila folder full of printed out articles, and spinning it around to face her. sure- he could have just shown her on his phone, but this was more dramatic, and he liked the flair of it. "i've been doing some digging. can you look over these and tell me if anything in them are familiar to you?"
"sully, you do know you're going to need a lot more than fifty dollars to buy someone a burkin?" she raised one of her thick brows to him, hesistant to even give her some of her hard earned money. she had earned that dough by giving her homework answers to someone else in one of her math classes. it was the oldest trick in the book, something that always guaranteed a quick buck. "hell, even if you found one in good condition at the thrift store, which you probably won't, they go for more than that," she added on, reaching for her own bag. "but, are you promising to get me something too?"
"duh. you're not the only person i've asked for vending machine money." sully opens and closes his palm, silently encouraging savannah to get a move on with it. "but i'm good at being patient." he wasn't. "plus, i like older chicks anyway, so i don't mind waiting a long time to get her the bag of her dreams." at least that part was partially true. "obviously. i'm giving you a sun chip and a sip of my fanta."
charity perked up immediately, looking far more impressed than the random key-pressing probably warranted. " wait, you took piano lessons? " she asked, eyes widening. she shoved her way onto the piano bench next to sullivan. " when i first started playing. i thought middle c was called that because it was the average note. " she nodded confidently and grinned, as if that were a perfectly reasonable thing to have believed. her fingers found a few keys, absentmindedly playing a soft little progression. twice a week from the age of five she had lessons, her fathers tutelage strict. charity had quickly learnt that it was one of the things she had to focus on, much like her vocal and dance lessons. math? well who needed that. at the mention of sully being useful in glee club, she brightened even further. “ well i'm just excited more cheerio’s joined. your presence is valuable enough i think! " @shcwtunes
"yeah, when i was like... seven?" sully shrugs, scooting over to make room for charity, so she can reach more of the keys. "only lasted like a month or something though. that lady just up and ran outta nowhere." he laughs at her joke - one he doesn't understand, but doesn't really care enough to ask further questions about. "hey, you're not bad." probably not as good as he could have been, if his teacher hadn't ditched town, in his opinion, but... not bad. "we definitely bring the hotness level up a shit ton. might have to shove some of these weirdos into the back, 'cause now they just look worse by comparison, but... you know."
" oh, i've got plenty of power, " cece answers immediately, the confidence in her voice making it difficult to tell whether she's joking or not. " captain does come with a few perks, you know. i just happen to use my influence responsibly. " a grin tugs at the corners of her lips as her eyes travel down to the sleeves of his uniform, lingering there for a deliberately exaggerated moment before lifting back to meet his. " aww . . . you poor thing, are the half sleeves not enough? " she fights back a laugh, shaking her head at the sheer confidence of the claim. " you are aware the male uniform already has an option with cap sleeves, right? " she asks, brows knitting together in exaggerated concern. " oh, science, of course. " she repeats, nodding slowly like she's considering a peer-reviewed study. " i had no idea we were conducting research at cheer practice. should i take notes? "
"hot." sully murmurs, instinctively, and spritzes himself in the face with some of the water to cool off, flinching when the squeeze was too strong, and a little more than anticipated comes spraying out at him. "what the fuck is a cap sleeve? i want no sleeves. like the ones the chicks wear. just get me a bigger size of one of those." honestly, he wouldn't even be entirely opposed to the skirt, either. it'd show off his thighs better, but he was pretty sure they might get knocked down a few points if it wound up showing a little too much. ...or maybe it'd be the winning ticket. probably depended on who was judging. "oh, i do plenty of experimenting. but that's usually saved for after practice. feel free to join me in the showers later, if you want to learn more about my scientific method."
closed starter for @shcwtunes
"My mom loves this place," is the first thing that leaves Abilene's mouth as she slides in a booth opposite to Bear. It was busier than she had ever seen it, the raucous noise of a baby squalling and the clatter of dinner plates echoed in her head. "She says it's 'unpretentious' which I think is just her way of saying she's willing to forgive food poisoning if the bread is decent enough."
A basket of breadsticks lands between them with a clatter and where steam should be rising, there's nothing. Abilene pauses for a moment before reaching for the almost microscopic piece of bread and tries to bite into it. Nothing. The breadsticks are hard as rocks. She tries again, gnawing at it until his saliva causes it to somewhat break apart. "Are these made with cement?"
all the commotion has bear wincing, anticipating the oncoming headache that is sure to arrive as a result, but he tries his best to push through it. he can be a normal person. he can go on a date with a pretty girl, and be good company, and not make her regret asking him to be her boyfriend. "are you sure she likes it, or was she just trying to say it's a dump without being rude?" bear jokes - mostly - and ignores the basket when it's placed in front of them - having learned from experience.
"yeah, i think those are just decorative." he'd made the mistake of trying one the first time he'd been here, and had felt like he was going to chip a tooth in the process. "pretty sure the food's a little better, though?" it's unlike him, to be so optimistic, but he doesn't want to be a total downer when they're supposed to be having a nice time. "actually edible, at least."
