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tripp wright / 21 / communications 💥 💥 💥 bang! see ya on the streets.

[trippwright]

“I think Christmas break chiseled out a chunk of my soul.” The statement fell matter-of-factly, twisting around the curls of smoke and his visible breath in the cold air. Perhaps in a former life he’d been a canary, his mother’s insistence that they spend her half of their vacation in Aspen had chilled him to the marrow, Tripp was certain that there were parts of him that had not yet defrosted. He’d only gone for apres ski and the opportunity to zag down summits in a sleek new Moncler jacket. They’d been back on campus for the better part of three weeks, but he’d kept to himself, not quite feeling like barging into conversations and school life with his usual ferocity. After another reflective drag, he craned his head up, thoughtfully offering the cigarette to the person beside him. “You happy to be back?”

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lucianatillo‌:

“ ding ding we have a winner ! ” luci offers a charming smile as she circles around the bench to take a seat besides tripp, one leg crossing over the other at knee as she makes herself comfortable. “ oh you know ––– breathing a little easier now that almost all my finals are over and done with. it feels like we just got back from break and now they are throwing all these exams are way. ”

He moved his things over politely, making room for Luci to settle in beside him. Through long, dark lashes he peeked over at her, catching the outline of her profile. “It’s almost as if they think we’re going to take the break to actually study,” Tripp let out a breath of air from his cheeks, “Ridiculous.” His hands wound their way into his pockets and he stretched out before an idea cropped up with a mischievous look, “Have you got another class today Luci? Or can I kidnap you?”

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ezra-the-ratboy‌:

“I’ll have to try it sometime.  Would be interested to see exactly how that shiny other-side lives.”  But he sounded bored even saying the words, losing his fake taunt before he’d even said it.  The world of Wright’s and Haven’s was not so much a mystery as it was exclusive.  He’d know it one day, in time.  “I’d agree with you on that.  My cousin Corinne is going fucking crazy on this vegan trend.  It’s all Beyond this and chick’n products where they think it’s clever to cut  a vowel.” He rolled his eyes on a gag.  

Ezra nodded, pulling out a small, known tin.  “The staple goods, sure.  Nothing experimental though.”  He’d left his quality strains in his room.  The freshman dominated these events and he could see his cheap shit to the masses for double, simply at convenience. “I saved some of the better stuff for you,” which was true. “How much would you like?”

“Give it a shot, worst case-- you might find that it suits you.” Tripp grinned, when he spoke, he gestured with his hands and smoke trailed behind, as did the red glow from the ember at the end of the quickly choked cigarette.  “Ever eat cashew cheese? Fuckin’ disgusting.” His face skewed, and he shook his head. “I don’t get it-- if you’re gonna cut out all the animal stuff, why make fake versions of meat that you don’t eat anyways?”

His disappointment was evident on his face, an easy expression turned downwards, but the mention of special treatment had Tripp smiling once more. “In that case, just enough to get me to bed tomorrow and through my stupid applications class tomorrow.” He gestured vaguely to indicate an amount, “I’ll get my other stuff later.” While he moved, the can and shakerball within it did as well, sparking an idea. He looked between the flame and Ezra, quirking a brow. “Want to do a science experiment?”

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remihawthorne‌:

Tripp’s syllables seep to the crook of her jaw and knot to pearls beneath the hollow of her throat, coaxing the tilt of her chin so she can meet his gaze with pupils matching the width of fine china, her lips quirking up, “you spoil me, Wright.” An unsteady silhouette, her digits rest to the dip of his shoulder for stability, her features tucked close beneath his– the contact of his mouth is fleeting, though enough for embers to spark beneath flesh, coaxing the satin unravel of both desire and chaos. “At least one of us,” though amusement flushes her aureate, the blonde grinning something holy even within the shadows, a brow lifting, “worth it, though.”

“Anything for an old friend,” he returned, his smile widening. Tripp could feel eyes upon them, there was something thrilling about the shamelessness that he could live his life in-- there were never any consequences for his actions; besides the scathing look or line from Margot, he did as he pleased. Remi’s lips tasted of the alcohol that she’d downed, his own mouth was numb from the brush of the powder a moment before. “Rather me than you,” Tripp noted, despite the fact that Margot was more likely to blame her brother for things than anyone else. He felt weighted, his fingers lingered at the curve of her hip, tracing the line as he leaned in. “Don’t think anyone’s outside, my car’s out there...” A unconventional proposition, but an exciting one. His Mercedes was mostly street legal; despite boasting a bass system that straddled the line of legality and a window tint job that was nearly pitch black from the outside.

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@miller-bergdorf​

“I’ve got three more finals, but I’m pretty sure I reached capacity like, two days ago.” Tripp groaned, shoving his things over to make room for the blonde to sit beside him. He’d been camped out at the library for the past two hours and the evidence surrounded them; crumpled up sheets, sticky notes all scribbled out, the remains of a lunch from Taco Bell-- “How’re you holding up?”

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charliehearst‌:

“Blondes. Interesting choice.” Charlie attempted to hold back a smirk, finding the image of a faceless blonde in Tripp’s arms amusing. His eyes flickered, mirroring the blaze that continued to ascend from the helpless vehicle. “I’m not against getting my hands dirty but this isn’t particularly a cause I’m passionate about. Besides, you should boycott Haven for that, not the fun.”

“Is it?” Tripp said idly, inhaling for a moment before wrapping his next words around a stream of smoke. “Gentlemen prefer blondes, last I heard.” Amber eyes lit up and the corner of his lips quirked upwards. “And you know I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” He turned his attention back to the car, whose interior was beginning to smoke dangerously. The smell was heinous, but those who descended upon it had the passion and fury of a mob driven mad-- he supposed they didn’t care. “You must think I’ve got low standards for fun if you think that I’m getting pumped up to break a few windows in a shitty Miata.” Tripp handed the joint back over, “Lets find our own fun, Hearst.”

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lucianatillo‌:

luciana spots tripp from across the courtyard and approaches from behind to keep the element of surprise. with quiet footsteps she sneaks behind him until hands can reach over to cover his eyes and she whispers, “ guess who ? ” // @trippwright​

Cool fingers pressed over his eyes, he grinned before spinning to identify who they belonged to. The voice was a dead giveaway, as was the press up from below-- “Luci.” Tripp turned, laughing as his impression was confirmed. He leaned back a bit, taking in the blonde’s image. “How the hell have ya been?” It hadn’t been long since they’d last seen each other, but he was theatric-- a day had the tendency to feel like a week.

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ezra-the-ratboy‌:

Plenty of Daletonites called him a rat - he’d coined the term before anyone else could think it was a clever nickname- and while some threw the nickname at him with shade, Tripp was only jovial.  He pulled from his friends hand with a smirk, leaving a cigarette between the former’s fingers as a sly present. “Pretty sure your family would have shit a brick if my sorry mug walked through their double doors.  But I appreciate the thought.”  He hadn’t visited Tripp’s home before, it wasn’t the sort of friendship they shared and certainly wasn’t something he looked to change.  “You know the Diner off 88? They do a surprisingly awful job cooking turkey.  Manage to make the driest bird on the planet even drier.”  Ezra laughed, small and with a shake of his head. “Anyone throw a punch at your dinner table?”

The cigarette went from the crux of his fingers to the seam of his mouth in one fluid movement. It was his least favourite habit but the hardest to shake, Tripp Wright billowed smoke like a chimney, tipping his head up to let a hearty exhalation mingle in the cold air and then, dissipate in the inkiness of the night sky. “Pretty sure no one would notice,” he retorted, half to himself-- no one liked a boy who moaned about his family and despite being segmented and split like the plates that made up the back of an armadillo, they were better than most, certainly not welcome to complain about.  “Turkey’s shit, but you know what’s worse?” He made a face, taking another pull, “Tofurky. I think I’d rather eat fuckin’ birdseed.” The question made him snort, “Don’t you know that we’re too pretty to get physical? Nah, our style is more to get passive aggressive-- Margot’s most likely to get mean, but she prefers to just fuck off somewhere else.” His tone was casual, like he was stating these things matter-of-factly, a long time ago he’d of been upset by it but now, he accepted them as just the way things were. 

Tripp switched gears easily, gesturing to Ezra’s pockets. “Got any weed on ya?” Rem would have blow for tonight, but while he had the other boy, he figured it was alright to stock up on other things to get him through the week.

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emehoult‌:

Eme tilted her head softly in agreement with the males suggestions, all seemed like fair points and his mention of turkey made her laugh. “Or they all have a lot of parental anger to let out.” she suggested, downing a mouthful of her own drink with a grin. She met his gaze through her lashes, the grin turning more devious. “Thinkin about it. You care to join me?” 

“Oof,” Tripp said, letting out a puff of air theatrically, “Are you in that boat? I’m not sure I have the emotional capacity to help you hash out daddy issues right now.” His grin hitched up crookedly to follow the words, in case she took them as anything more than a jest. “Property damage isn’t really my thing, but I’m a bandwagoner. Lead the way, Red.”

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miller-bergdorf‌:

Miller’s eye widened, “You had three Thanksgiving dinners?” She asked almost in awe. “I don’t blame you at all. I think it’s good that Thanksgiving only happens once a year because I could not imagine eating like that all the time.” She laughed at her words, then offered a shrug to her friend.” It sure sounds like your break was a little too busy, and not relaxing enough. At least we don’t have too much longer until we are out for Christmas.” She shared, her tone full of optimism and hope. “I think we both could use another drink. What do you say?” She asked with a smile, “Come on, I might let you convince me to drink a Miller Lite.” The girl teased with a nudge to Tripp’s side.

He grinned, drumming his fingers against his stomach-- “If you can tell, just lie to me, I skipped the gym today to go racing with a kid who just got an R8.” The little red monster was fast, but the driver wasn’t nearly as experienced as Tripp, as soon as the needle on his dash had climbed too much, he’d braked and panicked while the boy in the green Mercedes sailed past him and through a red light, taking his victory with a cacophony of blaring car horns. “Would’t say no to having stuffing more often. It’s a damn shame we keep it stuck to Thanksgiving and Christmas.” Tripp stood and nodded his agreement, offering the blonde his hand. “If you’re not drinkin’ Lites, why drink at all?”

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benjamin-dell‌:

Chuckling as he catches a stumbling Tripp, he briefly glances towards the giggling and shivering girls. “I think they can handle themselves, not all women are damsels in distress.” Draping an arm around his friends shoulder, he shakes his head. “I don’t but you know who might?” Shooting him mischievous smile, “The person lighting up the bonfire. Shall we find him?” He quirks an eyebrow. 

“If I wasn’t an upstanding gentleman, I’d say that they’re just looking for a couple of nice boys to help warm ‘em up.” He grinned, the thought leaving him as quickly as he could manage a laugh. Benji steered them away, and Tripp snorted, “Yeah I bet they’ve got everything I need. Lead the way, big guy.” A moment passed and he glanced over, “How was your break, then? Get a good chance to live large in Texas before heading back?”

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arihaven‌:

“With a face like that,” Ari said when the boy was an earshot away. “Hands down, psychopath. Probably collects all this for some sick fetish,” he said, eyeing the items up and down. So many choices. Baseball bat, a crowbar, a knife, stapler (really, what was a stapler suppose to do?), slingshot, and even a machete. He opted for the knife. It was small, but fit well in his hand. Then he reached for the bat. “Why not both” he answered with a shrug, slapping another twenty in the guys hand. Swinging the bath over his shoulder, he surveyed the car. “Where to start?” 

Tripp looked back over his shoulder, brows tugged in as he assessed. There was a certain deadness to his eyes that was alarming, “Probably plays Russian roulette for kicks.” He shook the can of paint in his grip, satisfied by the movement of the ball bearing inside. Tripp had no yearning for destruction, not really, not when his world was gilded and made just for him-- there was nothing inside him that simmered like a pot about to boil, or a bomb with a quickly burning fuse. The selection of the knife prompted a smile to curve his lips, (he did the mental math of knife vs car, the car won every time) but the bat won a curt nod of his chin. “Por que no dos?” Tripp loped around the vehicle, giving it a once over before snickering. “I think there’s far too many windows intact, if you ask me.” He stopped over the hood, a bare expanse of metal that could have very well been a canvas, before painting the first thing that came to mind. @TrippWright found itself emblazoned in bold orange, followed by the hashtag #F4F.

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ezra-the-ratboy‌:

Mindless acts of vandalism wouldn’t have made Ezra’s list of top ten ways to pass the time.  However, he was enjoying the camaraderie after the week of essential solitude and didn’t mind turning the flaming vehicle into something kind of therapeutic.  He found when he did throw the rock through the car window, it brought a larger smile to his face than he’d like.  “Triple-sec,” he acknowledged, grin relaxed as her reached to slap his friends hand.  “Wouldn’t know, I saved everyone the pain of going home for the holidays.”  He stepped back from the fire and his smile gained confidence.  “Better than normal.  Nothing screams narcotics like a burning ‘bush’. At this rate I’ll have my bills accounted for before Christmas. How was giving thanks ? ”

“Rat boy,” Tripp crooned back in greeting, leaning into the high five with a grin that could have only been described as beatific. “Should’ve come with me,” (It was an empty offer, but it felt right to participate in a whose break was shittier contest) “My aunt keeps getting weirder, but her mash potatoes are bomb.” He nodded, “I might have to help you there, y’know what they say, support small businesses and shop local.” The official question about Thanksgiving made his nose wrinkle. “My mom had a tofurky, my aunt’s weird kids came home from college to talk about their straight As or whatever and my dad was so jet lagged he was basically a zombie through the meal. Had three dinners though, can’t complain.” 

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charliehearst‌:

He communicated his acceptance with a smile. Carelessly, Charlie took a toke of the joint his friend offered in plain sight. It was dark, he was tipsy, and he was feeling good. The combination of all those factors relaxed his more usual sense of heightened awareness, perhaps to his detriment. None of those things crossed his mind, however. “Interesting interpretation, Wright. Wouldn’t have been my first thought. Are you trying to say something?” He bumped his shoulder with his, passing the joint back gingerly.

“Might just be that kinda night.” Tripp took back the joint, rolling it between his fingers for a moment before laughing. “Nah, you’re not my type. Not nearly blonde enough.” He coughed out a lazy halo, watching it waver before falling apart. “Are you gonna get in on the car thing? Haven fucked up my artwork, so I’m boycotting.”