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ensemble ask meme.

THE CHAMELEON: ever done something without your parents finding out?

THE COMIC: what's the most ridiculous thing you actually attempted thinking it would work?

THE INGÉNUE: what’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t?

THE JUVENILE: do you have a favorite poem? poet?

THE LEADING LADY: how far have you gone to get ahead? would you go farther?

THE LEADING MAN: if you could play anyone in any form of media, who would it be and why?

THE SCENE STEALER: what traditions or rituals or mantras have you created for yourself?

THE STATUE: do you prefer to blend in or stand out?

THE STUNTMAN: are you an optimist? why or why not?

THE SUPPORTING ROLE: how do you deal with betrayal?

THE TEMPTRESS: what trait are you most proud of?

THE TOMBOY: what is your biggest regret? would you change anything if you could?

THE UNDERSTUDY: who are you most envious of—real or fictional—and why?

THE UTILITY: do you usually instigate arguments or do you try to diffuse them? which would you prefer?

THE VILLAIN: what do you wish you could take back? how would you fix it if you could?

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who: @teddynewell​  where: campsite when: party time :)

Maybe she shouldn’t be so close to the fire in her state, but her edible was kicking in and she was hungry. So it makes sense she was craving the best camping snack there was, and in her generosity she was inclined to share. Pulling the two marshmallows off her stick as they were sufficiently roasted from the fire (the perfect shade of brown), Mads placed them on top of the chocolate square that rested on the graham crackers. She kept it open faced in case Teddy had a preference, and made her way back over to him. “I like to introduce myself as Mads Le, s’more’s connoisseur.” She beams, a burst of giggles following suit. “Shit- sorry- that’s a funny word.”

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harryzhangs​:

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Harry nodded and started to move toward the door when she felt Mads’ hand in hers, drawing her close enough for Mads to bring her lips to Harry’s neck. There was nothing different in the action, nothing different about tonight, so why did it feel different to Harry? She leaned into Mads with a chuckle, waiting until she’d pulled back to open the door behind her and retreat from the room. Thoughts clouded over her once she was outside of her girlfriend’s presence for the first time that evening– every one of them going back to the scene at the restaurant. Maybe it’d be simpler if Harry felt truly snubbed by the fact that Mads had waited until now to tell her she auditioned for Lady Macbeth, but Harry didn’t think that was it. This was just a side of Mads that Harry had never seen since the two of them first began their relationship. Caring about school productions again, working hard, wanting the same things that the rest of them did… it wasn’t something she was used to from Mads.

But why was Harry being so stupid about it? This could take a little getting used to, sure, but what affect did it have on Harry wanting to sleep with her? None, because her attraction to Mads was not contingent on anything, because that would be fucking horrible of Harry. Still, there was the part of her that remembered the circumstances of their courtship, when Mads was cursing Alderidge and Shakespeare and felt like a tidal wave of ‘I don’t give a damn’. When something about being with her felt rebellious too, like Harry could have something sharp and destructive without having to explain it to anyone. But that was almost two years ago. It made sense that Mads had changed… hadn’t Harry changed, too?

She took a few steps toward her room before stopping herself with a jolt. This was ridiculous– it was still Mads in that room, and Harry was crazy about her, no matter what. Abandoning her arbitrary mission, she turned back to Mads’ room and stepped through the door, approaching her girlfriend and drawing her close. “Fuck the wine,” she waved it off before kissing Mads, hard, in the same rough way they used to crash together in those old days. “I’d rather have you.” Harry fought to keep the edge out of her voice between kisses as she steered them both toward the bed, now eager to get down to business.

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Something had changed, and Mads didn’t know what it was. She wasn’t sure what she did wrong- if anything, she thought that they were actually getting better. She was really trying, and Mads was sure Harry would want that. A future, a life, a time where they don’t have to be destructive and ruinous. But, maybe it was all in her head, maybe she was just paranoid. That would make things easier, of course. If she was just in her own head, then she could get out of it and keep this up. Instead she feels relief to be alone for a moment, to really think. Something has happened, and Mads wasn’t sure she could fix it.

It was a flash, Harry coming back with her lips on Mads and for a moment, Mads wants to believe it. She kisses Harry back, her hands moving towards her hips as she let Harry lead them to her bed. Her fingers tangle in Harry’s hair, and a soft sigh of relief escapes her lips. Still, she recognizes this. This wasn’t the warm, inviting nature their embrace has taken as they grew. It was hard, rough, met with teeth and tongue that was just like before. Just like before. That snaps her out of her revere. Her hand tugs lightly at Harry’s hair, pulling back lightly with a gasp. “I- hold on. I’ll be right back.” She slides out from under Harry, blushing hard yet she moved in a way she was sure Harry would recognize.

She shut the bathroom door, thinking of an excuse to put a stop to this. Harry wasn’t into it, she could tell. That was a performance, and despite the unwanted respite, Mads wasn’t going to keep going when she could tell her girlfriend wasn’t all the way in. So she sighs, shaking her head, and went through the motions of what her excuse would be. Stepping back out after running her hands through the water, she smiles sheepishly with her lips pursed. “Looks like it’s shark week again.” She sighs in disappointment, making her way back to Harry on the bed, curling up against her. She scrunches her nose, looking up before running her fingers through Harry’s hair. “Let’s just cuddle, I’ll make it up to you later.” She smiles, then, and normally she’d kiss Harry and that would be it. But, that’s not what tonight was about. 

Something has happened. They can continue the rest of their night, talking, giggling, having a good time. But something has happened, and Mads couldn’t fix it.

FIN.

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who: @ofhelens​ where: the woods when: at the correct time ok

“Heeeellleeeeennnn!” Mads called out, following her roommate into the woods, drunk and giggling. “Helen, I wanna dance, I got my speaker!” She hiccups, grabbing Helen’s hands to get steady. It was all distractions, this entire weekend, but maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. “Ok, you know what, I got Molly. Wanna join?”

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who: @hudscnwilliams​ where: campsite when: Saturday morning

Mads had spent the night doing... well, she kinda doesn’t remember really but it was just a signifier of a good night. At least for now, the rest of them can pretend they just don’t hate one another. She can pretend she doesn’t see Harry pulling back, only to act as if everything was fine after she didn’t get Lady Macbeth.

It’s easy to pretend.

What she wasn’t pretending right now was her hunger. Stumbling out of the tent, she got somewhat dressed and smelled the strong whiff of bacon coming from the main area. She grinned as she sees Hudson, yawning and rubbing her eyes as she made her way over. “Hey, Scottish king.” She rubs her cheek, sitting nearby with hungry eyes on his food. “Want a breakfast buddy? The only thing is you gotta make me something.”

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text // jonah & mads

jonah: ok would just like to acknowledge

jonah: that i WANTED to say something rude

jonah: and im refraining

jonah: and instead im saying this: i don't loooooove the implication that i have feelings for someone who isn't helen. esp when it's not true

jonah: so! if we could.... not do that anymore, that'd be great

jonah: get that youre joking but just... idk, it makes me feel shitty

jonah: so

jonah: im testing out setting boundaries in a healthy way! pls tell me i did it right!

mads: i got u

mads: i am joking, and it's mostly me riffing on julian if anything, but i'm glad you let me know so ik what we can joke about then

mads: if it helps, we all know how crazy you are about helen, it's nauseatingly cute

mads: but you did! it's fine! dw i'd tell you otherwise

mads: i also just wanna say if i acknowledge someone else is good looking that's not me being like i have feelings for someone other than harry in case that comes up

mads: idk what you guys talk about all the time but i just wanted to put that out there too

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saffijackson​:

saffi: true, true

saffi: literally!!! why is text study making me read academic papers about some other play WE’RE NOT EVEN DOING. YOU’RE CONFUSING ME SIR CAN I FOCUS ON BEING A WITCH PLS??

saffi: lmaoooo but truly

saffi: oh my god literally the pretentious folks in our class like “yeah, so i’ve done xyz shakespeare play” and casting ppl are like “ma’am this is a wendy’s commercial”

mads: RIGHT i am quite literally on the verge of a breakdown every day but it’s fine!!!!! we’re fine!!!!! EVERYTHING’S FINE!!!! i am a goddess and will not let other texts confuse me!!! pls

mads: salfhsfu god right like damn sis it really does not have to be that serious.

mads: watch one of them become like. a DCOM star. or a jojo siwa type. who do you think it would be??

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zahramalik​:

LOCATION: the anchor TIME: post police report AVAILABILITY: closed @ofmadsle

It was hard to feel guilty about naming Mads (and Josephine, and Mathias…) when Zahra’s own ass was on the line. If taking the heat off of her meant placing on someone else, then fine, that’s what she had to do. And besides, it’s not as if Zahra lied told any lies about Mads. It was out of Zahra’s hand if the detectives thought that her expulsion made her a person of interest.

Maybe if Zahra continued telling herself all of that, she’d eventually believe it.

“Hey, killer.” The younger students at the table nearby didn’t stop gawking even as Zahra shot them a withering glare. Seemed like the theatre students’ infamy wasn’t going to die down any time soon. Dropping names in the police report definitely didn’t help. “Can I buy you a drink?” It was the least she could do, after all. “You can give me a peek at that oh-so-exclusive POI group chat in return.”

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Mads could easily brush off anything, she’s since learned to not let things get to her. She could look away from the bewildered stares by her peers, she could ignore the little Orson cult that caused a scene weeks ago, but murder? Christ, how was that gonna hold up? She thought about leaning into it, of letting herself be seen as the badass lady killer. It was a fun role. But, whatever lawyer she ended up getting was going to hate that, so she decided a low profile was good for now.

Whoever actually said her name was going to fucking pay.

She sat alone at a table in the Anchor, contemplating texting Julian or Nate to come over, but she heard Zahra’s voice first and an easy smile graced her features. “Hey,” she greeted and nodded, chuckling under her breath. “I was just thinking if I should lean into it. Eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man style and everything.” She raised an eyebrow, wondering- no, it couldn’t be Zahra. They were friends, sort of, in a way. “I’ll never say no to a free drink. You can see the shit talk before I left it.”

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juliansbennet​:

“You left Hudson to deal with the Demon Duo?” he joked, not holding back his opinion on Josie and Mathias like he did normally. “I mean I doubt any of us did it,” he admitted, “Like Josie is the devil in heels, but she was the biggest Orson fan that ever existed.” Yet he wasn’t going to rule out the possibility Josie could had been involved. Crimes of passion existed for a reason, though he supposed that meant his best friend was a suspect just as much as Josie or Mathias. “Nate’s great. I think he’s still processing the news of the cast reveal to be honest. You know how he is,” he said with a shrug, feigned ignorance at the mention of roommates. As if he was going to let Jonah Pryce live in his head rent free. “I mean I’m a little upset at Helen, because what if this means they interview all of us again? But it’s going to blow over. It has to, we’re college students so they can’t be surprised.”

“Hudson’s a stronger man than me, he can take ‘em.” She laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. She wouldn’t show it, for Julian’s sake, but she was feeling a bit conflicted after the blow up. “Yeah? Not even me?” She smirked, but there’s a quiet please don’t think I’d do that look on her face. Too prideful to bring it to light, too afraid to admit she thinks the police would have reason. “Ugh, I know. It’s gross. Honestly I don’t think she’d do it the way it happened, too messy.” She shrugs, taking another rip of the bong, even if her hands shook and she was fixated on a spot in the horizon out of her own accord. “Uh huh. I see you’re deflecting.” She chuckled, but she decided to drop it for his sake. “I wish she didn’t.” She admits, feeling a bit guilty for even having the gall to say something negative about her roommate. “But. Maybe someone can spin it in a ‘Orson was weird and brought us to parties or else’ way? God he really fucked with all of us.” 

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teddynewell​:

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: who knows? time’s a social construct.  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: the castle.  𝚠𝚑𝚘: @ofmadsle​.

there’s guilt in the back of teddy’s head when he approaches mads. he never imagined things would get so complicated, he never thought his friends could get tangled up in the mess he made. and he really can’t understand why sweethearts like mads and hudson are suddenly persons of interest for the police. at least he was honest about one thing during his interrogation: “you’re looking in the wrong direction,” he had told the officer.

“my queen,” he says smiling, although the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. is he meant to bring up the topic? teddy doesn’t quite have the heart for it. “how are you darling? i haven’t seen you at the community theatre lately. i miss you there.” 

Mads was never the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, she was good at keeping things bottled inside. Even before sophomore year, she projected the image she thought everyone else would want to see from her to make friends. Now, it’s no secret she’s guarded, and that her secrets were becoming closer to her than any lover could be. Still, she had to be the one to feel the deep ache in her heart, it’s why she was sitting in the common area, taking up the entire sofa by the window. Vacant eyes gazed out at the snow falling, and for a moment she can only think one thing: decay at Alderidge was beautiful.

Her face brightens at Teddy, turning her head to face him with a slow, yet genuine smile. If there was one person who’d know that she didn’t have any real involvement with the murder, it would be him. Though, Mads has yet to realize why exactly. “Hey, king.” She scoots over to make rom for him, though she can tell something was up with him as well. She assumes why. “Ah, you know. Classes, Macbeth, et cetera.” She gives him a wry smile as she shrugs. “The director and I agreed once finals are wrapped, we can work on the summer play together. How’ve you been, love? I missed you too.”

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joseqhine​:

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If you asked Josephine why it was she was being so civil towards Mads all of a sudden, she wouldn’t be able to tell you. The truth was, she wasn’t sure where this was coming from - it was almost as if, piece by piece, the resentment she held towards the other girl was being slowly buried along with Orson. But it was still slow. When Josie looked at Mads, it was still through slightly narrowed eyes, as though she were trying to analyse the girl (which in a way, she was). Josephine was still a lion poised to pounce at any given moment, she was simply waiting for Mads to send her a sign. As of yet, no sign had been given. The two girls were in something of a predicament together, as of right now, and so all signs pointed to relax, you can understand each other, and yet still, Josie was ready. She would still continue to approach the conversation with caution.

Josie’s eyes flicked down to the cigarette she had been offered, eyes glancing over the pack and taking careful notice of the brand that was stamped on the side. Josie’s favourite. And with a lurch of nostalgia, she remembered - Mads’ favourite too. Mads had practically been the one to introduce Josie to them. Once upon a time, they used to share them. Piece by piece the resentment was being buried… But not just yet. As Josie reached out to pluck one of the cigarette’s from the pack, she heard Orson’s voice in the back of her head, cursing out Mads with a spiteful laugh in the same tone he had used the morning after Josie had snatched the lead role from her. We’re not here to make friends… And so when Mads offered a light, Josie made a point of silently refusing, pulling out her own light as if Mads hadn’t even said a thing.

Blowing out a plume of smoke, Josie quirked an eyebrow and sighed. “Yeah, I know.” Narrowing her eyes against the glare of the sun and looking out over the courtyard in front of the FAB, Josie allowed the elongated pause to draw out before continuing. “She should be proud of you. Getting into character before rehearsals. First murderer… I don’t think she’d be so inclined to give me the same special treatment, though. She probably thinks I did it, too.” Josie scoffed, following it up with a laugh filled with absolutely no humour. Her eyes drifted to the ground, kicking at the dirt beneath her shoes. “You know, I’d ask if my name came up in your interview, but I doubt anyone who named me managed to implicate themselves, too. All those assholes who named people managed to get off scot free, right? Fuckers.”

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Mads could famously hold a grudge, she still doesn’t talk to her supposed high school best friend who had snatched up her boyfriend right from under her (was this it? was she used to disappointment? was that why she kept everyone distant?) Still, she can’t deny the fact she gave Josie her heart- maybe in more ways than one. But, hers belonged to Orson first. She wasn’t ever going to be anyones the way she supposedly belonged to Orson. Mads wished she had realized this sooner, she wished she had been the one to break off from Josie first before Orson could taint what they had. They still stood tall, her with a clenched jaw, and Josie with suspicious eyes, but there was a softness there that neither could quiet place. She waited for her cruel sneer, waited for a sharp insult, burning hot and vengeful, but it didn’t come. So, Mads acquiesces a bit. They both were still on guard, and Mads had no issue of fighting back just as cruelly as Josiee could be, but there was no need. Not yet, hopefully not anymore. Not that she wanted to make up.

But god, was she tired.

Mads raises an eyebrow at the way Josie ignored her question, expecting a remark, but nothing came. She shrugged and that was the end of it. The tension was in her bones, the way she’s gotten used to seizing up and clutching tightly whenever Josie was nearby, or forging her existence all together if she could. Honestly, she had several questions, none of them about the investigation. But, she knows better. Some people get to have closure, some get to have answers. Her mother shutting her out was the first time she realized she was not one of those people, and today was no different. But, unlike her mother, Josie was here. All the questions were on the tip of her tongue, all her resentment and anger bubbled beneath her blood, but Josie was here, and she was standing besides her. It would’ve been nostalgic, if there wasn’t a corpse between them. Mads had chosen Josie, but Josie chose Orson. Maybe she was right, Mads would do almost anything to get ahead too. Not in the same way, but Orson had a point. She did have potential, so of course he had to crush it.

February treated Alderidge nicely. While bigger cities had snow that was brown slush by now, it still managed to look picturesque on campus in its own way. Some things never change, but her world did the other day. She couldn’t ignore that feeling away no matter how bad she wanted to. She exhaled out, smoke and the cold air mingling past her lips as she nodded. “Oh, I know right? How very fucking meta of me.” She laughs humorlessly, irritation and disbelief mixed in one. What did everyone else know? Did Josie know? “You think so? I think she feels sorry for all of us. She gave off that vibe.” She shrugged, glancing over at Josie. It was a big question to ask, even if she didn’t technically ask it. She could tell with how she averted her eyes, despite how strong her voice sounded. There’s a painful nostalgia here, shit talking their classmates together like before, a comfort that Mads sought after more often these days. “Funny, I was gonna ask you the same.” She almost rolled her eyes at her hypocrisy, but she could argue about that later. She had to approach this delicately. “All except one, I guess. Be honest. You think I could’ve done it? Clearly someone did.” Though she’s perfected her devil may care attitude, there’s an edge to her voice no one really got to hear- no one except Josie. 

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text // harry & mads

harry: thank you i agree i am quite threatening

harry: definitely a rich kid thing. it's the same bullshit attitude as mathias, except he's not as openly malicious with it as she is. there's just no one in the world who exists to them other than themselves.

harry: yeah true, at least we can say with confidence helen's always coming from the right place

harry: that is, and i don't think this is an overstatement, a war crime. but you know, i can always keep them safe for you. for the good of mankind.

mads: hell hath no fury like a harry scorned ;)

mads: honestly i would say that i'm surprised they managed to make it this far in life being so ignorant but fortune favors the rich idiots so, guess that's not a surprise

mads: it's just annoying that everyone else has to learn how to have a fucking shred of humanity. like fuck, i don't have their money. what if... i mean like what if i DO have to go to court because of this bullshit

mads: yeah. if i wasn't your favorite POI i'd feel a little more calm about it though but. yeah.

mads: i know right? we'll need a record of course. i'll send them your way for the good of history 😌

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saffijackson​:

saffi: my type in men is himbos and i won’t apologize!

saffi: i knooooow i’m really trying not to let it get to me because this is the best role i’ve gotten at this stupid school and i’m not gonna squander it but oh my god i’m so done here

saffi: it’s crazy! heidi said fuck it i’m gonna shake this up and y’know what? i respect it.

saffi: oh my god please, let’s do it. i would look so good.

saffi: yesssss we’re gonna kill it!! and everyone else is just gonna fizzle out and have to deal with the fact that they peaked in theater school lol

mads: the only valid type! you can still do better ♥️

mads: god right not to mention all these other classes how tf am i supposed to do rehearsals and write fucking essays oh god icb i ever thought i was gonna get a MASTERS like absolutely not. i am done as soon as i get that degree

mads: she really said orson whomstve??? and i applaud that

mads: tasteless joke but, whatever

mads: god RIGHT we can get those cheap string lights from tjmaxx and fenty savage bc miss robin knows how to look good

mads: LMAOOOO honestly like not everyone is that bad but the others... LMFAO directors will just be like cool u can speak in iambic pentameter but what else meanwhile me and u will have twitter threads dedicated to us yes m’aam yes m’aam 💅

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knightmathias​:

[ text : mads ] the way heidi looks at me, i would not b surprised if she murdered me for trying to bribe her [ text : mads ] that was an unintended yet tasteless joke in this current climate [ text : mads ] why, do i not give off the right vibes of a murdered king? [ text : mads ] at least we can be rejects together <3

[ text : mathias ] ya u have that affect

[ text : mathias ] fbi im kidding. but honestly it’s fine

[ text : mathias ] you give off joey from friends vibes if anything

[ text : mathias ] ugh, stop trying to be me so bad :///

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joseqhine​:

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Josephine was persistent. Even after she had been humiliated by the role given to her in Macbeth, even after she had been named as a person of interest in the murder of a man she loved, even after she had made as many enemies as she possibly could in the group chat, she still showed up to rehearsal with her head held high and her shoulders squared. It helped, marginally, that she had spent the night before getting high with Mathias, of course, but most of this strength came from Josephine herself. Surely if anyone else had been through what she’d been through thus far, surely if anyone else had cursed out every single one of their classmates, then they wouldn’t wish to be seen the next day as if nothing happened. But that was how Josie got through most of life — acting as if nothing happened so that she could try and find a way to move on.

But there was something nagging in the back of her mind as she walked towards the FAB, something that had brought an ache to the pit of her stomach from the moment the police had announced their persons of interest — what if they actually thought she did it? Josephine knew that her classmates hated her, she knew that she had far more enemies than friends within the Alderidge program, but there was something that didn’t sit right with her knowing that they might think her capable of that. Josephine would never intentionally set out to make sure everyone liked her, but this was different. If they really thought she had done this, then what had she really made of herself? And why would they think she would wish that kind of violence on Orson? Did they not think her love for him was genuine? Was it? 

And then there was the even worse thought: what if it truly was one of her classmates that had done it?

Swallowing the thought done with an odd sort of gulp, Josephine approached the FAB with her eyes set straight for the door, purposefully ignoring Mads who she could see out of the corner of her eye stood just off to the side. It was only once Mads spoke up that Josie acknowledged her, stopping in her tracks and turning to her old friend with a puzzled look on her face. “Excuse me?” There wasn’t any particular malice in Josephine’s words. She was only genuinely confused as to why Mads felt the need to reach out to her — after all, didn’t they hate each other? Crossing her arms over her chest, Josie tried to regain her composure. “We could always go in together,” she smirked. “It’s like the beginning of a bad joke, right? Two murder suspects walk into a theatre…”

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God, the surprised look and lack of fire was much worse than Josie chewing her out for some reason. It was yet another reminder that she was a person, not the easy scrapegoat who betrayed her trust and broke her rose colored glasses. In some ways, Mads knew she was a better actress for it- to have the strength to branch out and find a new theater to command. Josie opened her eyes to the corruption of Orson, of Alderidge, she was the perfect weapon to wield against her classmates. Orson did his job well as playmaker, she supposed. Still, she hated the feeling of guilt. She had nothing to be guilty of, if anything maybe Josie deserved it. It was the first time she really saw everyone against her like that, and maybe it was time for Josie to realize what she had done to herself.

Still, Mads did actually have a heart. And she didn’t want to see any of her classmates hauled off to jail, not even her. She was nervous, the detectives knew something. Was is her potential expulsion? That would give her motive, she supposed. But what was more unnerving was her dealing and the potential of being caught. She didn’t have the resources Josie had, or most of her peers. She would be screwed, no matter what kind of lawyer she got. She raised an eyebrow in response, still surprised that Josie was being... civil, but she supposed being suspects puts things in perspective. “Just. Letting you know.” She shrugged, tapping the ash off her cigarette before taking another drag.

She scoffed, yet there’s an amused half smile curving her lips. “One goes, ‘I’d kill for the punchline right now’” She finishes, silently offering a cigarette to Josie from her pack. “But sure, Heidi can deal since.” She waved a hand, a roll of her eyes. “You know.” It’s not an olive branch, not really. But, she spent the night getting too high and maybe that left her in a more calm mood than usual. Plus, maybe it was smart to not be at the top of Josie’s shit list in case she tried to throw Mads under the bus as well. Did she think Josie was capable of murder? Not really, but she did know Josie would do anything to get ahead. In a way, so would Mads. Not in the same way, but Mads would branch out and perfect her craft to ensure she was the stronger actress in the end. “Need a light?”

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Welcome to the stage: Jennifer’s Bodies

After meeting in college, the girls formed the group post graduation. It was Mads’ idea to move them all to LA and that’s where they were discovered after performing at a large club. They rose to fame shortly afterwards, especially within the queer community and debuted with their hit single “Princess Dynasty.” The movie itself became popular again because of them, and it wasn’t long before their songs were used on Tiktok which gained them more popularity. Their self-titled debut album will be released later in the year, and until then their socials have been blowing up. Seems like the ship “Maffi” is the most popular on twitter these days.

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text // jonah & mads

jonah: mads!

jonah: so soft ❤️ glad you don't hate me anymore, let's keep it that way

jonah: eh it's going fine.

jonah: maybe not... as great as it could be

jonah: but. no one ever said change was going to happen over night.

jonah: i may end up backsliding entirely because if anyone says something mean about helen, i will NOT fucking stand for it

jonah: perhaps that's very ~toxic~ and ~masculine~ of me, but god... she's the best of us, we all know it, anyone who tries to act differently is going to have another thing coming to them

jonah: she's worried about you too, y'know

jonah: seems like it can't hurt for you two to check in

mads: shh! im tough! i'm buttercup not bubbles!

mads: i didn't hate u btw, u can just be an ass and im not gonna let u get away with it 😌

mads: that's true. at least you're trying. but don't look at it as backsliding, ill fuck someone up for giving her shit too. least it's not a selfish thing?

mads: it's true, she can do better than all of us

mads: yeah, we'll talk once we're both back home at least. idk ill probably fuck off with julian for a bit to clear my head.

mads: also, don't ignore what i was saying before!! ik it's there. ill tell him to give u a fair headstart before he wins 😉