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@sophie-cromwell
ambrcses:
cocking a brow at the familiar girl, aj nodded his head, silently letting her know he was game. “dare,” he said boldly. “don’t hold back, little bird.”
she’d momentarily forgotten that she wasn’t always the best with coming up with dares, lips pursing in contemplation as she eyed their surroundings, “i dare you...to ask to borrow someone’s bra and wear it on the outside of your clothes for the rest of the night.”
“okay come on then...truth or dare.” the youngest cromwell proposes with a smirk, currently sat criss cross applesauce upon her sleeping bag, “might as well make things interesting.”
open starter.
– “OH MY GOD!” odette exclaims from where she’s seated on the terrace after sneaking away from the classroom for a moment. she spits out her drink, liquid spraying everywhere. she’s never learned how to take a shot. “that’s disgusting! never mind, i don’t want to be rebellious.” it’s whiskey that astrid gave her once, years ago at this point, that she found while packing her toiletry bag. when she rediscovered it, she considered drinking on campus for the first time – anything to put her to sleep and help her calm her nerves. everything about sleeping in the same cramped room with all of her classmates sent her heart racing along with the other threats and drama. all she wants is to forget. and perhaps it’s unlike her to act like this, but fuck it. she doesn’t know who she is any more. apparently, whoever she is doesn’t like whiskey.
sophie can’t help the literal bark of laughter that escapes from pink lips as she observes her older sister’s actions, “excuse me?! is this the SAME sister who was giving me shit for drinking vodka. i guess leave the rebelling to me, huh?” she teased, playfully nudging odette’s shoulder before beckoning for the bottle, “here let me give it a go...where the fuck did you even find this?” nose crinkles as she grabs the bottle, bringing it to her nose before grimacing.
It was no surprise that Ryder was sitting in the farthest corner in the room from where most the other members of the Imperium. Even less surprising is the book laid out in front of him, his notes sprawled out next to it. There was a lone sleeping bag rolled up behind him, most likely something that was going to stay like that throughout the night. For one thing that was different, is the brainiac was not nose deep in his textbooks, instead he was scrolling through something on his phone. As he heard footsteps approaching, he didn’t even bother looking up, instead motioning to the rather large space around him, “Sorry, this area is taken.”
sophie rolled her eyes, ignoring his statement before collapsing in his self verified space, “tough cookies. you’re the only idiot i’m interested in being around at the current moment so.” to say that she was having current trust issues with a lot of the members of imperium would be an understatement. brows furrow and curiosity gets the best of her as it often does, “looking at anything interesting?”
text !
Parker: hey
Parker: i'd come over and chat but it's a little crowded and private conversations aren't exactly possible
Parker: how you holding up?
sophie: ugh
sophie: im squished next to a guy who smells like he hasn't showered since the 1500s
sophie: i wish we could get out of here or something
sophie: how are you?
“so! who do you think.. finished him off?”
“i don’t trust that jacey girl but i don’t know...no one at this school screams ‘CAPABLE of murder’ which is the terrifying part.” she hugged her knees close to her chest, resting a chin upon its caps, “i want to find out but i also...don’t know what i’d do to the person who did this to quentin. What about you?”
luke did not consider himself social by any means, but he attended a lot of parties for the free booze. there was some sort of irony to it. the music was blaring, and he had a red solo cup in his hand. the alcohol loosened him up a little. he wasn’t much of a dancer as he preferred to observe those around him. a lot of people seemed to be having fun. this was one of the more lively parties he had been to. he smiled when someone familiar walked up to him.
“i thought you said you weren’t coming. what changed your mind?”
dancing was the only way that sophie seemed to be able to escape reality, losing herself to almost any song that transported her away. she was drenched with sweat, her cheeks were pink and she was certain she’d be dancing nonstop for about an hour, finally pushing herself away from the crowd to catch her breath. “hey!” sophie slurred in greeting, reaching over him to pour herself another drink before collapsing beside him, “heard there’d be booze and dancing. two things i apparently can’t resist. you look so lonely over here.”
aiinsworths:
“everything’s pretty much fucked,” he agreed, before he took another swig from the bottle. half of him repeated her words to make her feel supported, like someone was on her side and understanding of her emotions, but the other half … well, the other half agreed. nobody who parker had spoken to had any semblance of calmness, nor did anyone know what the fuck was going on. parker laughed at her story, visualizing sophie purchasing alcohol in the store. “god, sophie, i thought you knew that i only sob with 80 proof vodka,” he joked, passing back the bottle. “hold on a minute, wyoming? i’m struggling to decide whether you picked the most obscure place you could think of, or simply threw darts at a map and it happened to land on wyoming.” he smiled, almost feeling a bit of life come back to color sophie’s cheeks. “well, you know the best way to do that might be to write a little sign, you know, with markers and stuff, and write ‘fuck off, mind your own business’, and tape it to your back. i’m sure they’d understand. but hey, seriously. if all of these classrooms end up being filled up with randoms, you’re always welcome at mine, soph.” he wasn’t exactly one to show a lot of emotion. well, he would take that back … happiness, excitement, compassion, the positive things, he would always show off with pride. parker prided himself on being positive, on being someone who was strong, someone who others could lean on when they needed help. he emulated his mother in that sense, a woman who put everyone and their emotions before her own … and perhaps that very reason is why parker never learned to manage his emotions. he just brushed them aside, and this was no exception. it wasn’t until he was sitting on the floor, hugging sophie, when he stopped to gather his thoughts. “i guess i haven’t yet,” he responded truthfully, almost feeling guilty. “i guess … i-i guess it just hasn’t hit me yet. not completely, anyway.”
“mind if i quote you on that?” she teased, a half sob, half amused choke escaping from her lips as she wiped at her eyes, further smearing the wetness from the tears that still resided. parker was warm, he was comforting and he felt a little bit like home. he always had the ability to make her feel seen and she wasn’t even sure if he was aware of it. it’d been this way even when she was younger and throwing her fits for attention or when quentin would attempt to shove her to the side proclaiming ‘she was too young’ to partake. “80 proof, huh? i’ll have to remember that for future reference.” she chuckled and it felt foreign, it felt wrong and maybe it was because her throat still felt raw. “i didn’t get to choose the state! i got it in a bundle deal from a kid in my humanities class. he’s the idiot who put the order in.” sophie nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder, fingers going to fiddle with the string from his hoodie. “that’s actually not a bad idea. and just walk around flipping off anyone who stares at me and whispers to their friends. i don’t know how O is putting up with this bullshit.” but odette had always been the stronger of the two, handling things with an elegance and grace that sophie only seemed to manage when dancing. “thanks but you don’t want me staying with you. i’m a menace, remember? but seriously...thanks.” her lips pursed together for a moment, lifting her head up and catching his gaze, “you know you’re like...the best guy, right? seriously. and...i’m here for you too. even if i’m shit at showing it sometimes. i know i have the tendency to be selfish.” she offered him a small smile before resuming her position with her head on his shoulder, “me neither. well that’s not true i mean i just...shed a few tears. the vodka helped. but before that...nothing. dryer than the fucking sahara desert and i used to be the kind of person who cried anytime she stepped on a snail. and now? brother dies and nothing. think that makes us shitty people or just people who have used up all of their tears or something?”
viclinists:
– “OF COURSE WE CAN’T,” odette whispers, closing the door to the classroom behind her. she’s bad at this sort of thing – quentin was always better at it, at calming sophie down, at holding her when she cried. she hovered over sophie awkwardly for a moment before finally taking a seat beside her. “it’s fucked. it’s absolute bullshit, because we both know he deserved…so much more. it’s unfair that was all he got, just because of some stupid – i mean, how could we have known?” that elitism and ambition would come with such a price? “i hope they get him. i hope they get the fucker, they have to.” she hopes that sophie doesn’t notice the way her voice cracks. “but drinking in a classroom isn’t doing shit – you’re just hurting yourself and i…i can’t lose you too. not right now, please.”
sophie’s gaze doesn’t dare to leave her sister’s even as the door shuts, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she does her best to not unleash the tears that were threatening to spill out. she was not succeeding, brows knitting into a furrow as she shook her head, “ how are we...are we supposed to go on without him?” it sounded more dramatic than she meant but he’d always been the ring leader. “ what are we supposed to do NOW? ” sophie choked out, giving another shake of her head as she wiped at her tears with the back of her wrists, taking another chug from the vodka, “ we need to find out who did this.” she pushes herself up, wobbling ever so slightly, “ you’re not going to lose me, o.” the petite blonde swallowed thickly before closing the distance between the two of them, wrapping her arms around her older yet SMALLER sister, “ but a little bit of vodka isn’t going to kill us. the person who killed Q might but not the vodka. ”
lisscarrington:
SHE’D LEFT A BOOK BEHIND, or seven –– which normally wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that this particular text was something that the book shop, didn’t have in stock. not after she’d re-purchased it for the tenth time. so the blonde had settled for wasting a few hours of her life, looking for it. at least that had been the intention, after a while the game of chicken with her international economics text book, was forgotten as she began to push random doors open. something about an empty university hallway was well haunting –– especially now. what she didn’t expect however? was to find such a sight, her heart flipped inside of her chest and an inaudible ‘ bollocks ‘ slipped past her lips, as blue eyes took the girl in front of her in, instantly recognizing her. “ well you know i’d love to SOPH… but something tells me that cheap vodka s’ just about all the company you can handle right now. “ she stated with a shrug, gaze focusing on the other blonde for a moment, as she placed a strand of her golden curls behind her ears. “ i wouldn’t want to intrude, you know me… i’m nothing if not considerate. “ was a bad time for her terrible humor? probably, but the alternative was just too heavy, and if there was one thing lissa excelled at? it was avoiding heavy, always running from it, that was her strong suit.
the moment that despondent blue orbs fall onto that of the other, the corners of her mouth quickly tug as if threatening to develop into a smile. that moment quickly passes, a smile failing to grace her lips though she does everything she can to will it into existence. she results in a mere sigh, “ hey. ” sophie said softly, clumsy fingers flying to aimlessly tug at her high ponytail which was now a cluttered mess. “ yeah well, people have been pretty shit company lately. all they want to do is talk about Q. vodka is nice...vodka is silent. vodka makes me feel warm. you sure you don’t want in on this? ”
@sophie-cromwell
jacey-hernandez:
There were plenty of places that Jacey had found that she could hide away on campus, mainly due to her secret trysts with Quentin and the aging classroom was one of them and more than anything she just really needed a secret after that ancient Greek languages class. Green eyes locking with Sophie’s as she shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t really feel like crying but I could use a cigarette.” She answered bluntly. “Your brother liked this room too.”
brows couldn’t help but knit into a furrow, eyeing the other as she gave a tilt of her head, “ um...wasn’t really inviting you to cry. i was inviting you to some vodka. ” inquisitive blue orbs couldn’t help but eye the other suspiciously, wondering if she was one of the dames on campus who were crying and acting as if they were best friends with quentin when really they hadn’t known each other at all. “ don’t have a cigarette, sorry. ” sophie snorted, arms crossing over her chest, “ oh? did he? ” voice laced with sarcasm, not really knowing if she could BELIEVE this girl seeing as she was getting exhausted with people who were pretending to KNOW what she was going through. or what any of her family members were going through.
aiinsworths:
he wasn’t particularly sure if sophie was in a place to really chat with him, to be near him – or be near anyone at all. he just wanted to be there for her, give her anything she needed, put her first, despite the hurt that they were all feeling at the moment. at the feeling of her arm looping around his, he readjusted to embrace her, wrapping an arm around her body, resting his head on hers. “okay,” he re-assured, his voice still soft. “i don’t think i really want to talk about it either. i don’t really know what to say …” he responded. after a moment of silence, he accepted the bottle from sophie, taking a small swig. “thanks, i think i needed that.” clearly, he wasn’t really sure of much these days, but luckily, he had his friends to fall back on, and friends like sophie who he had known before imperium, before ashcroft. taking a moment to look at his surroundings: a dark classroom with distant street light streaming in through the windows. “picked a real lovely spot, soph, haven’t you?” he asked, slightly joking. he wanted to make her smile, even knowing how challenging that would be at a time like this.
she was blissfully tipsy. well maybe not BLISSFUL, more so numb but lately that was a welcome state of being. sophie was that unfortunate soul who often times felt too much at once and today, if even for just a few minutes, she wanted to feel NOTHING. honestly, she was still in denial. convinced that quentin was just on a trip with one of his secret girlfriend’s and this was all just an elaborate prank to get away from their parent’s rule or something. a faint sigh escapes from her, falling into his comforting embrace and allowing her eyes to fall shut as she just fixated on the warmth that radiated from him, gently tightening her grip as if she was afraid if she let go, parker would disappear too. “ there’s nothing really to say though is there? ” she swallowed thickly, eyes still closed, “ other than we’re fucked? it’s fucked? everything’s fucked? and nobody seems to get that. ” a faint smile cracked onto her features when he took a sip from the vodka, “ it burns, right? i know, i got the cheap shit. i panicked because the guy at the liquor store seemed suspicious of me and my fake so i just...swiped what i could find. the asshole doesn’t believe i’m margaret reynolds, a twenty five year old from wyoming. ridiculous. ” she teased, feeling the mood lighten ever so slightly as she swat at his shoulder, “ shut up! it’s so hard to find places where there aren’t any people. i swear people are following me just in the hopes that they’ll see me do some dramatic outburst. which i guess...isn’t unlike me. i just want everyone to fuck off and mind their own business, you know? ” brows knit into a furrow, lifting her head up so that blue orbs could catch his gaze, “ have you ...cried? ” she was merely curious, chewing upon her bottom lip before taking the bottle back from him.
viclinists:
– ODETTE REFUSES TO CRY. at all times, of course, but right now it is more important than ever. she has to be strong for her sister – and odette knows it’s hard. sophie is likely receiving the same lingering looks, hearing the same whispers. theories range. some find them guilty: “it’s usually the family, you know.” some pronounce them victims: “i mean, it would make sense for one of them to be next, out of everyone.” either way, people don’t give enough space to grieve, or they give too much, walking on eggshells around you, handling you as if you’ll break. “come on, you know you can’t hide anything from me,” she insists. “you should be careful. the only thing worse than being here right now is being home,” odette says. “besides, you’re going to make yourself sick,” she adds, holding her hand out in hopes that her sister will simply surrender the bottle. “don’t – don’t do this.”
sophie was always the most emotional between the three of them, the privilege of being the youngest meant that she got away with so much more and she always expressed herself to the fullest. it often got her in TROUBLE but tended to be useful when she was on stage performing. she was overtly sensitive at times and she HATED it because she felt that it made her weak and right now she wanted to be strong for odette. “ i’ve hidden plenty of stuff. ” sophie mumbled lamely, brows knitting into a furrow as they both knew she tried so HAD at times to be mysterious. “ it’s not like any of this matters. everything’s bullshit and it’s not like i can just...go back to dancing and classes and pretend like our brother ISN’T dead. Probably murdered by some sick fuck who is still out there. everything’s fuck, o. so take a seat and take a swig. it HELPS. ”
Elle Fanning as Jesse in The Neon Demon (2016).
aiinsworths:
the feeling of sadness and emptiness had risen in his chest; parker would have typically gone off the university grounds and play a gig at a nearby pub or something to keep his mind wandering, but the curfew and lock-in made that trip a little more difficult. he found himself wandering the halls instead, hoping that unfamiliar places would keep his mind occupied – at least for a little. a noise in a nearby classroom drew his attention, but sophie cromwell was the last person he expected to see sitting on the floor. “hey, soph,” he uttered softly, the look on her face slowly breaking his heart. he joined her on the floor, hugging his legs between his arms. “you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
a sigh of relief escaped from parted pink lips at the sight of parker, honestly a bit relieved it was him finding that he was one of the rare few whose presence seemed to bring her peace. she willed herself to smile but she couldn’t really manage, instead greeting him with a shrug and a muffled, “ hey ” as she brought the bottle to her lips and took a generous swig. after she wiped at her lips with the back of her sweatshirt, crawling closer to him before looping her arm within his and giving a shake of her head, “ i don’t want to talk about it. ” sophie said softly, resting her head gently upon his shoulder. Parker always felt like an honorary brother to her. “ do you want to talk about it? ” after a moment she extended the bottle his way, “ here. it helps. “
