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@sinful-stephanie
scott-smith-ltd :
I feel violated and disrespected. [adjusting his sash] And disgusted, obviously.
You have every right to be. If I was that close to winning prom king and had it snatched away from me, I would be disgusted too.
joeysalvatored:
That is a lot of glitter…
Tell me about it... Combined with the cheer squad, our next game is going to be a legit 80′s disco.
its-jess-bitches :
Charles Harvelle was under no illusions about who he was as both a man and father. Both areas he lacked in where it counted and although he couldn’t quite put his finger on why he’d been thinking about it so much lately, he thought maybe- just maybe- he could be a better than that. Than what he was. It felt like something that Jess had said to him or, moreso, something she had wanted to say to him. He missed his daughter. Of course sending her way… That had been for the best. She had been acting weird for months (it might have been drugs) and they had both agreed to send her away. She was out of control and needed help. He missed her, he thought about her all the time but…he was okay. Why was he so okay? Everytime he tried to think on the ‘why’ of it all, he felt himself become distracted, the thoughts slipping away before he could grasp them.
Something was wrong but someone as human as he was; he’d never have figured it out. Charles Harvelle would never remember that his daughter had compelled him to forget, to believe that he’d simply given up on her. For all Jess’ faults… No, for all his own faults that he saw in her and all the times she’d acted out (it was his fault, he knew. He knew that she’d always known about the affairs) not once had he ever thought to give up. Send her away.
But again, the longer he thought on it, the more those thoughts slipped away. Charles felt unsettled. Okay but…somehow not quite okay and as he left yet another care package for his other daughter, for his Lua, that feeling hit him tenfold. They were signed from Jess, always from Jess because otherwise she never would have accepted them. In all honesty, Charles had never known how to be a father. He hadn’t known how to understand or how to express loving someone without condition, for no other reason than that they simply existed and by the time Lua came around… Well, he was more absent, more clueless than ever. Of course he never would have turned her away even though his wife had been so vocally against it but that didn’t mean he’d been a good father. No, not by any stretch of the imagination and even now, even as his only daughter who was still here was so close, he didn’t do anything about it.
What kind of man did that make him? Wanting to be better and actually being better were two very different things. Today was just another day he would think on it, think about Lua and everything he did wrong and everything he wasn’t doing to make it right. Today was another day he would disappoint but there was always tomorrow, wasn’t there? Yes. Tomorrow he could try again. He could make amends, he could at least let her know that he… he… Where would he even begin? But he would. He would begin. He’d break things off with Candace, he’d bring Jess home. He’d give his wife the husband she deserved and he’d cancel his damned business meeting. Tomorrow.
But for now, he had places to be and guilt to ignore and so with a deep sigh, he turned his car keys and prepared to leave yet again.
@sinful-stephanie
Stephanie stumbled blindly down the pathway that bordered the forest. She was trying to stay away from the centre of town, from everyone who was dealing with their own struggles after stumbling from an alternate reality then straight into humanity. Not twenty four hours ago, she was free of all of this. Human. As it turned out it was just another nightmare. Switching back into being a vampire after having zero blood-lust was like when she really was human and would forget to take her migraine tablets; that next headache would always be a bitch. Only now it wasn’t just the pounding in her head, it was her heightened senses going into overdrive; she could hear everything, smell everyone… feel them all. Didn’t matter how far on the edge of town she was, she couldn’t escape the thirst that burned her throat and made her fangs protrude.
She was trying. Trying to keep it together, trying to control it, trying to find Blake, but her brain was fuzzy. The beating of nearby hearts, the scent of blood, clouded her mind as she continued to stumble. She was so sure Blake lived near here. Maybe if she could find him it would all be okay. He would calm her down, ease her back on to blood without the threat that she would hurt him. He could be her control. Blake would know what to do. She just had to find him.
That was when she heard it; not the revving of a car engine coming to life, but a heartbeat. A lone heartbeat. It was closer than all the others… too close. It was so loud, calling out to her like a rhythmic siren. The pain in her throat deepened, her fangs ached. For having such perfect vision, everything just seemed to fade, the only colour being the red behind her eyelids as the lights shone through them. Street-lights? Sunlight? She didn’t even know. How long had she been trying to find Blake?
Blake.
She had to find Blake.
Her leg hit the front of the car and she buckled over so that her hands now rested on the hood. “Sorry. I’m-… Sorry.” She mumbled the words as she tried to focus on anything but the driver’s heartbeat. Had they even been driving? Did they hit her or did she hit them? Stephanie kept her head down, hiding her fangs as she tried to retract them, but she didn’t move from the hood of the car. She couldn’t. They needed to drive away immediately because if she moved before them… “Drive. You-… Drive.”
jace-ryder-ltd :
Has anyone seen- You know, girl, dark hair… Lots of emotions? Her name’s Stephanie if that helps. Can’t believe I lost track of her for like the 15th time.
Jace? [ some major hesitation ] Look... we’re human now, so can we just... I don’t know... start over?
hailie-tyler :
It’s not that big of a deal, I have smiled before in my lifetime. Just because there’s not a giant bowl of cheese fries in front of me to claim responsibility doesn’t mean you should alert the media.
I literally had this same conversation with someone earlier today. I mean god! Can’t a girl smile and enjoy some ice cream for just one day out of the year without being accused of something?
alex-andrews-ltd :
Hello, I am here for the wine?
Bitch, saaame! What’s your colour? What’s your year? I am excited!
scott-smith-ltd :
Did everyone’s dog die or something? So damn touchy.
I don’t know what their problem is; I am having a great day. Have you tried this ice cream? It’s fucking amazing.
corey-andrews-ltd :
It is amazing, isn’t it? I did think being human would involve less cravings though, but I’ve literally been eating everything in my path. Food. Real food. And there is such a variety of it! I should stay away from jelly though, that did not feel okay to eat.
Thank you! I will indeed try some oreo milkshake. Hm, I suppose you’re one of the few that actually feel less today? What will you do to enjoy the day?
Really? God, how long has it been since you were human, again? All humans ever do is crave things. If it’s not food, it’s money, or adrenaline, or sex. Don’t know about you, but I’m definitely going to Sal’s for one of those Sal’s Specials. What? Dude, you don’t like jelly?
[ handing it over ] Huh. Yeah, I guess that’s true. You know, I actually feel like drinking. I haven’t been drunk for so long!
corey-andrews-ltd :
I feel distinctively… Normal today. Anyone else feel that? It’s weird… Gosh, the perpetual stress of it all.
Just like… some kind of- kind of tired actually. Wow this is draining, I can’t believe I do this all the time. Could use a coffee?
Right!? Corey, isn’t this amazing? We’re human! All of us! We’re all human again and- God, I can’t even feel other people’s emotions and it’s just-... It’s amazing.
It’s not coffee, but do you want some of this milkshake? It’s Oreo flavoured and I think I might die.
rbecsj :
“Somebody cut in front of me in line at the canteen today, and by the time I got to the register they were all out of lasagna. Now I either have to learn how to make lasagna or find someone to make it for me. Does a girl looking for someone to help her fill the hole in her stomach sound okay for a Craigslist ad?”
“Did they take the last piece of lasagne? Because that would suck even more. People are the worst.” She rolled her eyes, “Not sure about the ad though. Maybe just hop on Tinder with the tagline ‘Take me to il Piacere, or swipe left’. Best way to do it really.”
nina-invidia :
I– I have to get out of here. Where’s Jordan? Maybe he can- can– Oh god. I can’t do this anymore. I have to leave.
Woah, hey. Are you... okay? [ freaked cause wtf I can’t feel what you feel? ] Just breath, yeah? Just-... Nina?
sincerelymurdock :
Wh- uh… me? There’s no way that was me, that’s- hah, that’s ridiculous. Why would I have been sleeping in the dance studio? I’ve never been in the dance studio before in my life. Maybe, uh, it was a doppleganger or something.
Seems a bit defensive if you ask... me.
chadwarlocking :
What… is that…?
Excuse me, hi. How are you? Good? Awesome, my turn now. Can you please come closer and tell me if this is facial hair on my chin?
I’d rather stay over here, thanks.
actualbeastboy :
Attention, ladies and gentlemen! I will not be asking anyone out to prom – I repeat, I will not! Rather, I will take whoever first goes up to Coach to let him know that I won’t be able to attend practice at all this week, because Ms. Alexandria just gave me detention for my hair having more artistic talent in one strand than she’s had in her entire career.
… She may have also said something about it ‘breaking the school dress code’, but the fact of the matter is that neither my hair nor my crown will have anything to stand on if Coach rips my head off.
Ha! Sucker. Tell coach yourself. But please, please let me be there when you do? Your artistically talented hair will not save you from that man’s wrath. Even Danny might have your head for this. Ooh! Can I take your position after you’re gone?
greg-porter :
Faye Montgomery gets ‘vote for me’ cupcakes and I’m out here with what, nothing? Nothing but my perky ass? What the fuck. Who’s running this campaign?
Are you being serious right now? Are you and Scott actually running for Prom King?