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“I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.”

— Sara Quin

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“You would think some of people actually want to get their heads cut off, the way they behave. Seriously, it is downright ridiculous. The rules aren’t even that difficult or restrictive. Just don’t act like a fool.” She made a tutting sound with her tongue, shaking her dark locks. “Apparently, that’s far too much to ask though.” Wrinkling her nose, she added, “I’m starting to think working here is the worst idea I’ve had since I tried to wear berets in middle school.”

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“well, not everyone is used to caviar, scar,” oli joked as he laughed. “frozen pizzas and ramen were my childhood, you know. most things are edible to me.” he looked at the girl and then laughed at her suggestion. “you can’t really play strip poker or anything with mini golfing, how do you think we should make it interesting?” he asked, looking toward the rest of the party goers who were all meandering, not looking like they were having much fun. it wasn’t shocking, he was hardly having a good time himself.

“Caviar is so overrated. I’ve never had the taste for it, myself.” She admitted, rather missing the other boy’s point. “I know, I know. But not all of us can be quite as accommodating. Still, this summer is supposed to challenge my comfort zone, and open me up to new experiences. Might as well be new experiences for my palate too.” Not all that convinced of this, she was determined to make the most of her time at Monty Parks. “Maybe some bets? Like whoever wins has to do a dare or something? Honestly, I’m desperate for anything to make this a little more exciting.”

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“I’ll take that bet.” She mused, sipping at her red wine. Perhaps it was in a red solo cup, but she someone made it look refined and dainty. It was a gift, her mother had said, how she could make just about anything appear to have class. Still, the thought of the comment made her want to roll her eyes. She perked up at the girl’s accent. “I didn’t know you were a southern belle.”

Flossie set her drink down as she pointed at the person directly across from her, “I bet you a lunch on me, i can make a hole in one.” her words were laced with the southern accent she fought against daily – denying her roots. anytime she drank even just a little bit her true self would always take a glance at the world.

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Scarlett played it coy, stepping up to her boss with a look of feigned innocence. “You sure? Absolutely no going into the park?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips. “Because, and no offense or anything, but I’d rather do just about anything else beside play mini golf.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. After years of playing actual golf with her father, the novelty of the faux sport had never appealed to her, even after a wine or two. 

                           utter   boredom   dripping     from     his    tone     and     eyes     on     nothing     but     his     phone,     cole     half     -     assedly     concludes     his     speech     to     the     crowd     of     employees     his     boss     swore     to     him would     get     pumped     for     an     exciting     summer     after     this.     RIGHT.     ❝   so     uh     —-     yeah.   that’s     all.     OH,     and     one     last     thing.     mini     golf     course,     only.     okay     ?    I know    after    hours    is    tempting,    but     I     don’t    wanna     see     anybody     just      roaming     the    park. ❞   he     hadn’t     even     looked     up     from     the screen,     but     nods     in     the     staff’s     direction     and     starts     walking     in     the     opposite     direction  of     the  gate     as     they     scatter     toward     the     course.   the     LAST     thing     he     wants     to     do     with     his     time     is     play     fucking     mini     golf.

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“It’s just like you, to immediately want to break the rules. I mean, seriously, don’t you have any respect for our boss? Or the fact that we could get fired if we get caught? You know, some of us actually want to keep our job.” She replied, quite stiffly. Her posture straightened with each sentence. “And you know, sometimes the rules are there for a reason. Do you really want to risk getting killed just so that you can sneak off and have a bit of fun on one measly night? Please, grow up. Or at least pretend like you’re trying to.”

    “ i’m not saying this isn’t A BLAST,” kieran notes to the person nearest to him, and he’s got that LOOK on his face that he makes when he’s about to suggest something dangerous ,  illegal , unconventional, or a mixture of the above. “ i’m just SAYING , rules are for losers and we could have much more FUN if we were to, ya know, go find something ELSE to get into. MINI GOLF, really ? that hasn’t been fun since i was in middle school. some other rides , however – THOSE could be fun. “

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“God, I hope there isn’t, because if so, then I am definitely sneaking more than my allowed amount.” She replied, swirling her cup that contained a fine, but not great, red wine. “Here,” she passed the girl a cup filled with a drink, “if I had worked a nine year old’s birthday, I’d need a drink too.”

         ‘   so is this party mandatory  ?  is there a drink limit  ?  ’  before she can be labeled as ungrateful, she heaves in exasperation and glances over to the nearest person.  ‘  i worked a nine-year-old’s birthday today.  ’

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“Ah, yes, the free food.” She crinkled her nose. “It’s not exactly a croque madame or eggs benedict, is it? After all, I guess it is the best they have to offer, so I shouldn’t really be too picky.” She added, scanning the crowd with narrowed eyes. Perhaps she was being a bit judgmental of the party-goers, but she couldn’t help but wonder, not for the first time, if signing up to work there for the summer had been a mistake. “Still, I don’t mind the mini golf. Maybe if we raised the stakes it would be a bit more fun.”

“you know what sucks, the fact that i still have to be at this stupid mini golf course when we’re supposed to be having fun,” oli mused as he sighed, looking at the florescent lights that surrounded the fake grass. it was the same thing he saw every day during the summers, and if he didn’t want to leave his family for the summer and focus on doing a simple job, he would probably not be at monty. as he looked back at the person he offered a cordial smile. “but at least we get free food, right?”

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HYE have you ever?

FMK fuck marry kill

KHC kiss hug cuddle

NML a night, a month or for life?

AMA ask me anything

HON hot or not?

WWY well would you?

WYR would you rather? 

TOD truth or dare?

SMW ship me with?

TOT this or that?

WIS who I ship? (with myself, or with others – specify) 

or anything else hilariously entertaining you can think of!  

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“Please, allow me.” She replied, accepting the golf club from the boy. “Daddy and I spent five years golfing every weekend. Perhaps it’s not exactly the same thing, but I think I can manage just fine.” She stepped up to putt the golf ball, and swing lightly. 

“the last time i went golfing, i accidentally hit a guy in the stomach. so i’m tipsy and i’m not about to relive that again.” he handed the golfstick to whoever was waiting for their turn, “but i’ll be happy to play cheerleader and watch others play” he smiled sheepishly.

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“No need to shout, little one.” She replied with a smile, “there right this way.” She led the other girl to where a variety of drinks were on display. “Just don’t tell anyone that I’m the one that led you here.” She said with a wink.

              an overdramatic sigh follows arms being thrown into the air in exasperation as aspen, who can’t even legally drink yet, calls out to no one in particular —–  ❝ cool, he’s gone. where’s the drinks at ? ❞

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She grinned at the girl beside her. Perhaps she wasn’t normally one to be spontaneous, but she was learning to enjoy herself more, to do what came naturally, and the other girl’s suggestion was incredibly tempting. “I could definitely go for that, after all, it is rather balmy out.”

      ‘  well, i’ve never been good at mini golf,  ’  daisy exhales as she observes the burgeoning revelry around the golf course  —  knocking the shoulder of the figure next to her, a wry smile teases over her lips.  ‘  you know what i am good at  ?  taking a midnight swim.  ’

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“Probably because all that can be on these miscreants minds is either sex or where their next drink is coming from.” She replied, wrinkling her nose at the thought. “That game? How childish. Honestly, I thought we’d out grown this sort of this,” scanning the crowd, she shook her head, “but apparently not.” Daintily sipping at her red wine in a cup, she replied, “Not sure. Perhaps we could try and find a way to break that pesky little rule about not going on the rides.”

“why does it seem like everyone here cares about my sex life ?” his question was concerning. “since i’ve been here, i’ve had about three new part-timers ask me who i’d fuck, marry, and kill in this place.” he lifted the beer he’d been nursing for a few minutes to his lips and quickly finished it before tossing it in the recycling bin. “i’m ready to get away from some of these people – where to ?” he said with a calming smirk. he was not planning on being in a crowd all night.

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Hey babes! I’m Samantha and this is my brand new babe Scarlett!

( camila mendes, cisfemale, she/her ) ⇲ do you hear DADDY ISSUES by THE NEIGHBOURHOOD? SCARLETT HERNANDEZ must have gotten to the speaker before. they’re the TWENTY-ONE year old that is a DRAGON ROLLER COASTER ATTENDANT at monty parks. known for being ENTICING & FREE-SPIRITED with a tendency to be a little DOMINEERING & CONCEITED, we get why they’re called the PRINCESS. ( samantha, 20, est. )

Born on August 5th, 1996 in Los Angeles, California, Scarlett Isabelle Hernandez was brought into the world by two politically-minded parents. Her father was a Senator, and her mother served as Assistant District Attorney. Even from birth, Scarlett’s parents had high expectations for their second child

She has one sibling, a brother, who is older and the standard fuck-up of the family. He parties, chases girls (and boys) and spends his trust fund on backpacking trips through Croatia rather and has no career to speak of-basically, he failed each and every expectation his parents had for him. Perhaps on purpose, perhaps not. Scarlett and her brother and not close, and so she’s left to ponder this. 

In response to the tense situation concerning her brother, Scarlett became the perfect daughter. Debate club and student government. An impressive career as a field hockey player on her school’s varsity team. Everything that her parents asked of her, and more.

Her parents place pressure on her, expecting her to be the best, and thus, be absolutely ruthless, willing to step on anyone to get ahead, but at the same time maintaining connections that will aid her in her future endeavors. This led to her having few friends, but she was so busy with her extracurriculars and maintaining a 4.0 GPA, she never noticed. 

Her life was seemingly perfect, if not a bit stressful, when her father ripped the world apart by abandoning the family during her junior year of high school. it turned out, he was having an affair with an intern. How cliche. Everyone in L.A. immediately seemed to know all the details, and her mother crumbled under the pressure. Suddenly, Scarlett was faced with maintaining the family’s good name and also ensuring her mother ate and got to work on time. 

Still, all of that determination still flowed through her, and she managed to gain an acceptance to Stanford University, her dream school. As class valedictorian of her small private school, no one was entirely surprised, but she had few people to celebrate with, and spent her graduation night watching movies with her mother. 

Life at Stanford was far from easy. She found difficulty in navigating such a big school and the party scene there. She struggled socially and constantly felt out of place, like an outsider even in her own dorm room. 

Eventually, the pressure built so much that she had a major depressive episode in the summer before her junior year of college. She had to drop out of her prestigious internship at the Mayor’s office and return home, spending days on the couch and watching T.V. For the first time in her life, she couldn’t do anything productive. 

Hence her reasoning for deciding to work at an amusement park for the summer. She decided she needed a break from the politics and stress that had led her to spiral, and her therapist agreed, and was the one to tell her about Monty Parks. It hurt that her mother so easily accepted it, for before her father abandoned the family she would’ve certainly never allowed it. Though it was nice to finally feel as if she was in control of her own life.

As for her personality, she’s known for acting quite prissy at times, and given her background, this isn’t much of a surprise. She can be rather intense at times, her plans and ideas taking control and making her willing to step on people’s toes in order to out them into motion. 

Still, there is something to Scarlett that tends to draw people in, if only temporarily, though she hesitates to allow herself to be vulnerable around others. In the wake of her depressive episode, she follows her heart more, and is willing to take risks and enjoy herself with various escapades of debauchery or accepting dares from her peers.