gargoyles in the floral

“Ooh. Do you have a record player, too?”

#c: isadora greene #chat

invisiblcthought

Jake laughed, shaking his head “I ruined your skirt?” he drew out a scoff, shaking his head. He could see their conversation take a stupid turn, and there was no way Jake would engage in that “I didn’t make you sit down there, so you get your own skirt if you want. I’m just gonna go back swimming now.” Jake warned, turning his back on her, getting ready to swim away, and mind his own business.

“C’mon, that isn’t fair,” Lola said it after he’d stopped paying attention to her, once again getting ready to use the pool. She didn’t like how he was shrugging her off, how he didn’t even seem to pay attention to any of her questions. “Yeah, but you didn’t seem to mind me sitting here up until a minute ago when I said I wanted some money. I don’t know, do you have anything I can wear outside at least? I can take to the laundromat and everything.” She started braiding a strand of hair, ignoring Jake.

#c: jake henderson #chat

“Once in a while, I suppose.” Shrugging her shoulders and paying for her donut, the brunette followed Lola to the little table. Smiling slightly, she nodded. “I’ve heard that before. Yeah, it’s definitely a great movie.” Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear and taking a small bite of her donut, she tilted her head, “Oh, The Virgin Suicides? I haven’t seen that one in years,” she admitted with a laugh. “I remember enjoying it, though.”

“See, so it’s not as uncommon as you want to think it is.” She was more worried of Sienna thinking it was something else, an honest tip—Lola didn’t pay much attention to how people thought, just knowing that she went straight to worse case scenarios. “Oh, yeah. I used to have a crush on Christian Slater because of it, I don’t if that’s weird or not,” she shrugged, pressing her lips to the straw, taking a sip of her drink. “Do you remember it really well? There’s one part, with... the boy who jumped off the roof, do you remember that?”

burntandromeda

What can the human rights movement do for you?

“Please, take a pamphlet.” Her friendliness was starting to dissipate from exhaustion and sheer boredom, but Anastasia still managed to smile. “We all adore new faces.”

The flyer was practically pushed into her hands once Lola returned a smile back, she was just pretending to be nice. She scanned the front cover, not much if of catching her attention—the words human, and nothing else. “Hey, what’s this for? A commune?”

#c: asia cohle #chat

Sienna raised an eyebrow at Lola’s justification of ordering nothing but a drink but didn’t say a word, watching silently as the dark-haired employee with lovely green eyes nodded her assent and fetched a glass of ginger beer from the fridge before retrieving Sienna’s donut. “My favorite movie? I really love Heathers and The Princess Bride. And you?”

“What? I thought that happened to everyone, didn’t you use to do that?” It sounded like an accusation, half-hearted, she sounded mostly curious. Lola wouldn’t have said anything if Sienna did anything but raise an eyebrow, she was waiting for the snort that was inevitably coming. She found a table one, two, four steps away from the counter, sitting at it before she answered the question. “Heathers is really good, my drama teacher wanted us to ask the infamous question. You know the one, right? What would you do if you inherit five million dollars and aliens said they’d come and blow up Earth the next day? I like that one a lot, and The Virgin Suicides, I guess? That’s a cheap answer, though.”

“That you don’t feel hungry,” Sienna all but snapped, a hand resting on her hip. “Sounds good - maybe that’ll help with your stomach.” Shrugging one shoulder, she ordered the vegan donut, turning her gaze towards Lola and waiting for her to order her ginger ale.

“This usually happens, I don’t— I don’t really like eating around people, that’s a teenager thing, too.” It didn’t explain anything, but Lola hoped that Sienna got it. She a teenage girl not too long ago, and it’s what she was counting on. Her fingers tapped the counter, half whispering her order, “You guys have ginger beer, right? Can I have one?” Crossing her arms, she turned to Sienna, “What’s your favorite movie?”

invisiblcthought

Jake laughed shaking his head, not giving two dollars about what she really thought. He could find entertainment in how people thought they knew him. At all “No, because my parents are no fun.“ Jake wondered, if he’d kill someone and get arrested for it, would they still try to bail him out? He’d have to try that some time “And why would I do that? And how exactly pay you back?”

Lola was half paying attention to him, lightly kicking the water while he talked. He still sounded full of himself, no matter how hard he was trying not to—it was an opinion, and he didn’t seem to be trying to do anything else. “Your parents are no fun? What does that have to do with you being the golden boy? I thought they were just the best people on the team.” She shrugged, it didn’t matter. “Because you ruined my skirt. That’s enough grounds for paying back, don’t you think?” She rolled her eyes at his last question, crossing her ankles in the water. “You'd pay me back with money, obviously. Twenty bucks isn't too bad, that's all it cost.”

#c: jake henderson #chat

layla-matin-blog

Layla nodded. That was why she had watched it. She came in knowing nothing about the movie or the book, only about how bad it was. “Really cute?” She asked, smirking. “What a shame, then. I don’t really know what to do now. I sort of want to forget about the movie, but I don’t want to go back to campus.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what else to call him. He’s cute, because he kind of reminds me of a puppy,” she laughed at the comparison, the first thing she could think of off the top of her head. “You could always watch another movie? There’s this place that sells really good ice cream a little bit down the street, too, if you want to do that? I’m fresh out of ideas after that one, though.”

#c: layla matin #chat

faequeengwenaelle

A rave? I’ve never heard of such a thing occurring here.

#c: gwenaelle afolayan #chat

People have raves in the woods all the time, though. I don’t think anyone at Capote’s thrown a house party in awhile, the scene’s been pretty quiet. You don’t have to worry about it, if you are. It’s probably not going to happen.

drewxcassidy-deactivated2015032

“Maybe they just get to feeling a little transparent,” Drew whispered hush hush, the knowledge that she was already well aware how terrible a joke she’d made apparent in the quirk of her lips. She moved another mound of dirt, shifted a few more blades of grass. “We could just ditch the candle, go straight into a little dark magic. Resurrection should be cake for two teen girls, right?” Her glance flickered away from the ground before her, and for the first time really settled on her companion. The sarcasm had snatched up Drew’s attention, eying the dark haired girl pensively for any explanatory clues. “Hey, lady, don’t tuck away your sarcasm just for me. I think you rock sassy pants.”

“That's an awful joke. Don't you know the saying?” She paused in between, a bad sense of suspense hanging in the air. Lola didn't find the use of being offended at the joke, it was the type of thing people said anyway, like a harmless jab at Casper. “Don't ever joke about the species, because they might get pissed and try to get rid of you. You know? I can't say the ghosts would do anything bad, though, a lot of them are pretty ni—” It slipped out, Lola noticing it just after it was said. She wasn't clairvoyant, an easy explanation she wouldn't be able to lie her way through. “Whatever. So, hi. I'm Lola, one of Barton's resident ghosts. Don't ask me how it works, I think those are the only ground rules.” She shrugged the rest of the conversation off, bending down into the grass and pulling it apart.

#c: drew cassidy #chat

surmamort

Thank fucking God. A distraction. Sawyer popped up from her spot on the floor and grabbed the box from underneath of the counter. “Here. I’m trusting you to not like, steal anything out of there.” There was a pair of dentures, a old key that went to some kind of lockbox, and a couple of other things— all of which had wires. Sawyer wasn’t sure if the girl would find her iPod, but hey, it was worth looking for, right? “It might be in the back, actually.” Sawyer paused. “Let me go look.” The brunette turned around and headed into the back office that was the size of a janitorial closet before coming back out with the iPod the girl had lost. “We try to keep actual valuable things hidden that way nobody sees them or whatever.”

Fingers combed through the box, just a little bit grosser than the one they kept at the high school. There wasn't any retainers tucked in plastic bags (per request of the nurse's office), just as many headphones and what looked like a mail key. It was all junk, basically. “Is there usually anything better in this box? I think the key would be perfect if I needed to fake having a PO box or something like that.” She went quiet as the other girl left for the back room, hands idly looking through the box still. Lola was surprised that she even found the iPod, the silver scratched more than she remembered it. Not like it was her iPod, anyway. She liked the indie music on it, though, something out of a mixtape. “Oh, that's a good idea seeing as everyone already stole from the lost & found box. Thanks,” she held out her hand for it, smiling at the girl behind the counter.

#c: sawyer woods #chat

Sienna lifted one slender shoulder in what seemed like a shrug, responding, “Why are you trying to look at the pessimistic side of it? Is that a teenager thing?” she questioned, a hand resting on her hip. “You don’t? That’s fine. But, unless you’re going to buy a drink or something, I’d like the money back.”

“A teenager thing? It might be, but I don't really think I'm being awfully pessimistic. The police officers who used show up at assemblies in middle school always said loitering was bad, it stuck with me.” She said it like it was an explanation, no lip biting or a shrug to punctuate it. She didn't want to seem unsure, though a trick of her hand gave her away—fingers still tugging her shirt sleeves. “I don't feel hungry? Or I don't know what puke feels like coming up my throat? Okay, I'll buy a ginger ale.”

Sienna let a thin smile pull at the corners of her lips, pulling at the collar of her pale blue blouse as they entered the little cafe. “Perhaps they enjoy seeing your face,” she suggested with a little shrug, following Lola up to the counter. “I think I’ll get that one,” she decided, pointing to a donut in the small section that was labelled “vegan selections”, its frosting a pale shade of blue with dark blue sprinkles in the shape of stars covering it. “Yeah, it does. You should get it, then.”

There was a feeling of boredom in Sienna's voice, or what Lola thought of as one. A soft lilt, it made her bring her hands to her sides, pulling at the edge of her jacket. The feeling was just awkward, what Lola deserved for asking for a little bit of sympathy. “And perhaps they don't, doesn't it go both ways? They must think I'm lost, like a kicked puppy and they don't want to refute it because of that.” She bit her lip at the prospect of the food, she knew it wouldn't help. It was just an inconvenience, really. Her food didn't go anywhere. “You think so? I don't feel so hungry anymore, I don't know how the donut'll feel coming back up. You know?”

invisiblcthought

Jake saw her cover his eyes and chuckled, amused that she even tried to bother “Am I that horrible to look at?” Jake chuckled and approached her, standing right in front of her as she sat on the ledge “If he cares for his life, or career, he’d let me off with only a warning.” he shrugged “Your skirt’s ruined.”

Lola sighed, she should have figured that he was an arrogant football player, a demigod. They were all the same. Namely, though, they weren't Ezra and she held a tiny grudge against them just because of that. “Do you want the honest answer? I've seen better, and your abs freaks me out. You should hold off the steroids, maybe.” Her legs shifted under her as he moved closer, “Why's that? Are you the team's golden boy?” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, matching his shrug. “It's okay, I bought it for cheap. You could pay me back, maybe?”

#c: jake henderson #chat

deathly-dee

”Minding your own business and respect are the same thing—I don’t need a high schooler giving me shit.”

“I was just saying, you shouldn't get a free pass because it's your birthday. Where's the fun in that?” She sucked on one of her fingers, words coming out in a mumble, “It's like twenty-three is a landmark, anyway. You can drink and you're legal. What's so fun about being twenty-three, so far?”

#c: dee fujioka #chat

margaretqualleyworld

#my angels #lola

Sienna coaxed a grin to her face, strolling down the street and turning when she reached the little shop, pushing open the door. “I’m sure they’re not,” she insisted, holding the door for Lola and waiting for the younger brunette to walk through.

Lola followed behind her, arms crossed against her chest, bored at the prospect of their conversation dying out. She scrolled through topics in her head, like she was playing a game. “They should be, the rule is that you're only allowed inside if you're paying. By that, someone should've called the cops on me forever ago.” She walked straight to the counter, fingertips lightly smudging the glass cases; Lola wasn't so hungry anymore, looking at the pastries. “So... what do you want? That one with the yellow frosting looks kind of good,” she pointed to it, light blue sprinkles covering half of it.