#rapids:fundraiser

[tmiavery]

@fireavery: i don't want to look at another chocolate bar in my entire natural born life

[joshuagif-blog]

@JoshPerks: Going to finish off these bars myself. Cheat days are okay once in a while right?

@JoshPerks: Going to pay for them ofc!

[tmiavery]

— ( ★ FUNDRAISER WRITING PROMPT ;; #002 )

Write your character doing something outrageously silly or flat out stupid in an attempt to get someone to buy candy. Do they try to sing them into opening their wallet? Maybe even stooping so low as to flirt? These are desperate times, people– and desperate times call for desperate measures.

With a frustrating sigh, Avery was becoming slightly discouraged at the amount of declines he was getting as the last week rolled along. With the assumption that everyone was buying out all the customers in that large town, he knew he should have decided to find the time to head over to another town or even down to Detroit for a good shot at earning at least fifty costumers for the night. The first week was going so well too, and it was good for him mentally, keeping his mind off of the beloved sport he was forced to take a hiatuses from due to the inappropriate season and focus on not freezing his butt off in the cold. As he approached one of the last houses on the block, he knew he had to do something that would win over costumers who had already bought some chocolate. But what tactic could he really use?

As the door swung open, he came face to face with a female about his age, maybe a little older. As she gave him a body check, Avery opened his mouth to give the same memorized speech he had recited for all of the houses-- but an idea sprung into mind instead. He licked his lips and a smirk came onto his face instead. When a few beats skipped, the girl asked why he was there. “Oh, sorry; was I staring? You’re just... wow. Really stunning. Anyways,” he added, pulling out a chocolate bar from the box just as he caught her tinted cheeks. One could blame it on the cold exposure, but Avery knew it had to do with something else. He also knew flirting was probably a desperate way to get a good dosage of his fundraiser cash considering the fact that he had sworn off playing girls anymore and he had a girlfriend, but what other choice did he have? 

“I was just wondering if... you wanted to buy some candy.” He dangled the bar in his hand, keeping his voice low instead of normally optimistic to give it a sultry flare. “It might not be as sweet lookin’ as you, but it’s worth buying. Try it, yeah?” The girl nodded, and after they chatted about the choices, she bought a good ten with his persistent pushing. Luckily those ten would leave him with a lot less more to sell for the day, so he’d take it. “Thank you very much.” She nodded and when asked to exchange numbers, he quickly mumbled, “I’m not interested,” before waving with the cash in his hand. He walked down the steps and to his next customer, a satisfied expression at his successful methods curving his face.

[theaaronabrams]

@asquared: that moment when ur gma buys a row of chocolate 💯🔥

[ffstasia]

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stasia: i may or may not have eaten an entire row of chocolate bars

stasia: thats ok right??

stasia: i paid for them i promise

[tmiavery]

— ( ★ fundraiser writing prompt ;; #001 )

prompt ;; as smooth as you may think your journey selling out these candy bars are going, there has to be at least one moment where you’ve messed up. write your character’s most awful moment so far of the fundraiser, whether it be that creepy neighbor accidentally dropping his towel in front of you while buying a bar or a dog chased you down for one of the delicious treats.

Due to his trip to New York with his best friend, Avery had arrived for the fundraiser more than late--- but that hadn’t stopped him from being determined to win the ultimate goal. Scholarship money was exactly what he needed, and the fact that it had come right when he was receiving some offers was, to simply put it, fate. He picked up his box on the Tuesday that he had came to school right after last period and started right after he swung by the downtown gym, heading into the middle class areas to begin with. He figured it would be the best place to start. 

He could see his breath in the air thanks to the cold as he stood at his first door. The first declined, the next two bought, and it was a collection of declining and buying ( and merely one or two that didn’t answer the door ) through out the block. He had almost decided to pass the second to last house due to the rumors of the creepy lady who resided in it, but thought, if everyone else was probably passing it, maybe he could get a good deal and buy a bunch. Approaching with caution, he knocked on the wooden door and waited for what felt like a good minute before the contemplation of leaving crossed his mind. He started to turn on his heel just as the door opened, to which he stopped and looked at the door. The middle aged female whom he assumed was the one that everyone talked about stood there, but she looked fine and dandy from a distance. From up close, the bags underneath her eyes and the redness replacing the whites made her appear as if she hadn’t slept for days. He could also smell a whiff of weed from inside the house.

“Hello,” Avery spoke clearly, bringing out he box that was tucked in between his arm and side to the front of him. “I hope your day is going well. I just wanted to inform you that at the high school, we’re having a fundraiser to collect money for extracurricular funds by selling chocolates and it would mean a lot if you could support and lend us a hand. Or a bill,” he joked, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at the collection of candy bars before his eyes darted up. The lady’s expression was the same neutral standpoint as it was before, which was odd to the dirty blonde haired male, but alas-- she finally spoke. “Sure.” She took a few steps back into her house and opened the door all the way, staring at the male. Avery knew it was a motion for him to come inside, and playing dumb was his best option, but the woman wasn’t buying it when she said, “Well? Aren’t you going to come inside?” Hesitantly, he looked over his shoulder before shrugging and stepping indoors, following the other inside.

She disappeared into the house after leading him into the living room, leaving Avery to do nothing else except for examine the house with his eyes. When she returned with a wad of cash, Avery’s smile reappeared on his face and his hand reached to open the box again-- pausing midway when she took a seat instead of approaching him. “Come sit,” she said with a fragile voice, causing Avery to laugh. It was when the other’s face deadpanned that he left the rest of his laughter fall like a decrescendo in music terms, realizing she wasn’t kidding around. Okay, he thought as he leisurely sat on the other side of the couch, placing the box in the middle of them to provide a lack of proximity. It was when the lady picked up the box with a bone-chilling smile and scooted over so that their thighs were touching to place the box on her lap that Avery started to become aware of everyone else’s stories about the kooky woman.

“Let’s see... what would I want from here?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow as her fingers dove into the collection of different flavored chocolates. As she did so, the newly appointed senior scooted nonchalantly to the right, but the female followed his lead and did the same thing, her eyes plastered to the wrapped bars. "I’ll take this... and this one,” she pulled out two and handed him the box, leaving a relieved male to accept. She gave him a clump of cash, and as he counted it, he pulled out a fifty dollar bill from the others that actually belonged to him.

“Oh, I think you forgot to take this,” he offered, handing her the cash. The smile was still on her face as she shook her head. “No, I was hoping you could do me a favor with that cash.” Trying not to let his amusement and slight repulse show, he stood up promptly and proclaimed, “Actually, it’s getting dark so. I should probably go. Thank you for supporting.” He got out his last words and spun for the door, closing it behind him and shaking his head at what had just gone down. Lesson learned: trust creepy lady rumors.

[ffstasia]

rapids writing prompt  ► 001

Write your character knocking on the first door of their first possible customer. How does it go? Horribly awry? Or do they come out with a fresh stack of cash? Don’t forget to detail how they feel about it, and if they’re feeling comfortable, or if they’d rather run and let the person think someone played ding dong ditch.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Anastasia had no idea why she had signed up for this or was even doing at all. She was told to get involved around school some more especially since this was her senior year. Her father had told her to branch outside of sports and her drums. Basically he was telling her to leave her usual comfort zone and that was big for Anastasia. It wasn’t something that she usually did and it scared her. Even the idea of going up to stranger’s doors scared her even though she practically knew everyone in town. She could barely talk to her own father sometimes, let alone people she didn’t know or only saw when she went to the store. It made her all anxious. 

As she pulled her beanie on her head, her entire body covered in clothing to keep her warm in the cold weather, she picked up the box of chocolate bars. A few of them already missing along the neat line that they were packaged into. Stasia couldn’t help herself. She happened to pick one up while reading at the library last night. She paid for it of course. 

As she headed off into the cold weather, Anastasia scrunched her eyebrows together, the weather stunning her for a few seconds before she continued. She was glad that she had her gloves on. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like if she didn’t. Anastasia was fairly warm but nothing could beat the weather. Not even if she wore three jackets. 

The first house that she stopped at was one that she had been familiar with. It was one that she’s visited over and over now. She stared up at it as she stood just outside the gate. She buzzed herself in, waiting for someone to answer. Usually they would ask a series of questions, almost like they needed an appointment to enter but she was just let in. She walked the long driveway to the front door. Knocking on it softly, she then leaned against the front porch railing as she waited. 

As the door creaked open, she was met was a very familiar face. “Brian?” She questioned. Brian was a boy who she used to play with, he was a year older and last she heard of him was that he was off at some prestigious school for his first year of college. “What are you doing here?”

“Stas! What’s up?” He held his arms out in which Anastasia stared at confusingly. “What? No hug?” He wondered. Anastasia smiled and took a step before realizing that the box of chocolate bars in her hands were stopping the two. They both let out a laugh as she placed the box down and brought herself into Brian’s arms where they both engulfed each other in a warm hug. He invited her inside which Anastasia followed since it was freezing.

Brian offered her a drink but she quickly waved her hands and shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I’m just here for these.” She held up the chocolate bars. Brian grabbed one, examining it in his hand. He had obviously never seen these before. “Fundraiser at school?” He asked, already knowing all about his previous school’s activities. Anastasia gave him a nod. “I’ll take ten.” The taller one of the two pulled out his wallet, holding up a couple of bills before taking a handful of bars in his hands. 

“God, Brian. Thanks. You don’t know how much I appreciate that. I-- I don’t know what to say.” 

“You don’t have to say anything. I know how much these things can get crazy and boring since no one around here actually buys these things. I want to help out and get you started. Hopefully it will help.”

“Oh, it will! Thank you.” Anastasia said with excitement, maybe too much. She let her tone calm down and she repeated her thanks to Brian, earning a chuckle from him. “So, what’s up with you. Why are you home? Break already?” She asked, starting small talk with him. 

“That’s what my parents think. Let’s keep this between us, yeah? I was actually kicked out my first year.” Anastasia’s eyes widened as if to show that she couldn’t believe him because she really couldn’t. This was Brian, smart, cool and responsible. He was in one of the greatest colleges around here and he had gotten kicked out? He wouldn’t have thrown that away but his nod confirmed what he had said. “It’s not as fun as you’d hope. It’s boring. All the books, all the studying. It gets boring.” He stated. “Do you still bury your head in the books, Stas?” 

She nodded her head, quietly. 

“Get yourself out of there. Yeah, it’s great and all but god, there’s so much more you can do. I don’t regret what I did. I have never felt so much more alive than I have in years. Get yourself out there. Don’t hide behind books. There’s more to life.” He told her sincerely. 

She had heard this speech many times before but hearing it from Brian, there was something different about it. She nodded her head, staying quiet but speaking up to say her goodbyes. “Thanks, Bri. I’ve got to go. I guess I’ll be seeing you around now?”

The male laughed, nodding his head as he opened the door for her. “You will be, at least for a while.” Anastasia flashed him a smile before walking off the porch and on her way to sell more bars. 

[davis-ethan-blog]

Honey, I'm Good || Fundraiser Writing Prompt

Ethan adjusted his Wayfarer sunglasses as he looked in the rearview mirror of his Denim blue 2015 Honda Civic. Naturally he would have just been a lazy ass and not have participated in something as big as a school fundraiser as his life schedule already consisted of so many activities. But the remainder of high school was passing by way too fast in front of his eyes, and so many of his classmates already had a plan of where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do after graduation, including one of his best friends. He had to admit, seeing Emilia’s determination to follow her dream of attending Juilliard inspired him. For the past seven years, he had put most of his energy into sports. However, he didn’t feel in his heart that that belonged in his future. His family had no doubt in how talented he was in performing arts, and they’d fully support him no matter what he would choose. And as of now, he was going to choose performing. If going to Juilliard as well was the longest shot in the history of long shots, he was willing to give it a try.

He got his guitar case from the back seat and wore it on his back so he could carry in his hands the medium sized box of chocolate bars that he was to deliver. He made his way up to the front door of his first customer and rang the doorbell. 

“Hello Ms.Roberts,” Ethan greeted the woman who had opened the door for him. 

“Ethan Davis! It’s so good to see you, come on in. But remember that you can call me Zoe, silly.”

[time lapse]

The boy began to put his guitar back in its case after giving quite unique renditions of “London Bridge is Falling Down,” “Three Blind Mice,” “Yankee Doodle Dandy,” and “Row, Row, Row, Your Boat.”

Zoe gave a silent clap before smiling and speaking, “Thanks for putting Jackson to sleep. It usually takes a while.”

“I’m happy to help! He’s really cute,” Ethan responded.

“You’re really cute,” the girl said softly before putting a hand on his thigh and squeezing gently.

The blond chuckled lightly and brought his mouth close to her ear.

“I have to go. But thanks for everything,” he whispered, hesitating before adding, “Zoe.” 

Not only had she just bought 50 salted almond dark chocolate bars off of him, but she had given him the night of his life a few months back at some beach party where he’d just so happened to catch her attention with his guitar. One of the few girls he’d taken back to his car to do the deed. He didn’t feel too guilty about it since the age difference was only circa eight years, but he wasn’t planning on going back down that road. 

With that he got up, and Zoe walked him to the porch.

“See you around, hun,” she voiced before slowly kissing him on the cheek and slipping a $200 check into the back pocket of his jeans and squeezing again.

He grinned and gave her a nod in return before travelling back to his car.

“Unlikely,” he laughed to himself before driving away to “Uptown Funk”.