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[lanaxxcondor]

Oblivion|| Dacre&Lana

Lana met Dacre a while ago and the two became friends pretty quickly. The two could talk for hours about absolutely nothing and something at the same time. After the two agreed to go out for a few drinks, Lana jumped off her bed picking an outfit; A tight white dress, nude colored heels, and some makeup to complete the look. It’s been so long since she saw Dacre so seeing him was going to be a blast. As she took a cab to the bar where the two agreed to meet at she texted Dacre that she’s almost there. Lana arrived at the bar and took a seat next to one of the tables, waiting on her friend to arrive, searching him with her eyes.

@dacremontgomeryx

[noah-notaboy-dale]

Novus || Noah and Open

Noah held out her hand to reach and turn the door knob of her allocated room. The metal was cold against her soft skin. Before twisting the handle, her head turned to see the room she was to live in once more. Bare. Just filled with the necessities needed to be able to cope in such a room. A battered old brown suitcase, pinned with badges, sat lonely in the corner; half unpacked. Some of the blonde's clothes were already in the drawer. One side of the walls looked pleasant and stylish, the wall that had the white sliding panels. But she couldn't say for the other sides. Soundproof yet dull. Papers of her documents were scattered across the single desk. Noah would have to look through them properly when she gets back. For now, she felt it was time to look around this hell hole. 

      Her door swung open with her motion and closed as she pushed it back to its original position. When the entrance shut, Noah's sapphire eyes examined the room number. '85' it read. Perfect, just give me the farthest room here. It's not like I'm isolated enough. Her mind still couldn't wrap around the fact she was here. Mistakes were going to be made up before being dragged out. Why couldn't they just give her a chance? Now she was stuck here with a bunch of psychopaths that would know probably a hundred ways to kill her at night. The time was after dinner, or 'third Mensa' as they call it here. However the absence of windows or any visible light made it impossible to tell if Noah didn't have her watch. Suddenly, clicking of footsteps were heard from around the corner of the hallway. Her head spun around, golden locks flying and locked her eyes on the incoming person.

[smythe-bastian]

Spanking A Bad Boy || Smythecest

Who: Stefan and Sebastian Smythe

What: Stefan punishes Sebastian

When: Afternoon

Where: Stefan's house, specifically his room

After running his fingers through his hair and tugging on the tips of his collar one last time, Sebastian let his knuckles glaze against the the hard wood of his brother's door, find the other's house quite quickly. With no idea who Stefan's house mate was, he let his knuckles clack against the door, his ears filling with the racket.

He awaited with a smirk across his lips, memories flashing with images of the last time both of the Smythe's have done this. Of course, the previous time didn't deem itself as quite as exciting, yet the memory never failed to leave Sebastian with a smile.