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( abel )

“They have this Basin place that has wetlands and hiking. Just all the outdoorsy things I’ve never done before. I was gonna stop off somewhere to get some boots for the occasion. And maybe after that go to this art museum, and try some creole food. I hear its spicy, but I think I can handle it.” He grinned at the other as he was more than hyped to wander Louisiana.

“ oh. well that’s, uh, ” elias cleared his throat as he heard just how much sightseeing the other had in mind. “ don’t you think it’s a bit much ? for one day, i mean. ” he rubbed his eyes, thinking over which of the activities would have everything he needed if he decided to tag along. “ but, if you’re going to the store i gotta pick up a lighter. ”

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( jordan )

Jordan was, if anything, a man of principle; this was something he knew to be absolutely, without a shred of doubt, true. Though lacking in moral fiber, what with his numerous affairs and his lackadaisical attitude about them, he demonstrated discipline in most aspects of his life. Most being the key word. Not particularly someone who found joy or pleasure through the use of recreational drugs or alcohol– Jordan was a man of practicality. A man who debated the pros and cons of anything before doing them. A man who created contigency plans, cross-examined different source points, and made decisions only after spending hours weighing all the options. He was reckless in most things, usually allowing his pride and ego to guide him along the rocky paths of life, but when it came to his career, his future, his well-being, well that was an entirely different story.

Deciding that the situation he was in was now proving to be a bit more complex than he had intended for, he understood that what he was about to do was more of a necessity than it was anything else. With that mindset absolute, he opened his flask, not really caring how discreet the action was, and took a deep swig. He felt the stare of a stranger upon him. Feeling like he needed an explanation, he spoke with a breathy, almost guilty laugh, “I don’t think I can go through with these whole introductions sober. They’re always such a bore. Thought a drink might ease me up.” The corner of Jordan’s lip lifted into an uneven smile. He shifted hands, the flask now being extended towards the person across from him, “I’d be rude if I didn’t offer you anything to drink.”

this was the longest elias had been sober in a while. though that technically wasn’t true, the short flight here had him feeling that way. that’s why when he saw the other pull out the flask he immediately took notice. the boy was good with putting a name to a face, so he had a good idea of who the other was, but figuring what to say was where he struggled. somewhat relieved when the other male spoke first, he nodded as he listened. elias waited a moment, not sure if the offer was serious before reaching out for the flask anyways. not bothering to ask what was in it, or mentioning that he was just a year shy from the drinking age, he took a quick swig from the bottle. “ hopefully they’ll be over with soon, ” his words were muffled as he wiped his mouth off with the back of his free hand. “ we already talked the other day anyways. kind of redundant. ” he motioned with his hand that held the flask as he finished his previous thought. 

reaching out to give the bottle back to the other, he gave a small nod. “ elias, by the way, ” he stated after a moment, “ figured we’d get the introduction out of the way. now that you’re not as sober. ”  though it was probably hard to tell due to his usual tone, he was telling a joke. or, at least, trying to tell one. it wasn’t all that clever nor was it all that funny, but it was the best that the blond could think of with such little alcohol in his system.

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( abel )

Holding an activity/event pamphlet in his hand Abel was more than excited to go sightseeing. “I’ve never been anywhere, but Seattle. I also never had the opportunity to travel, so you wouldn’t mind being my partner as I venture out into this new world, would you?” 

“ where’re you going ? ” he asked, pointing towards the flyer in the others hand. though he wasn’t exactly the sight seeing type, elias figured he could kill two birds with one stone so to speak and pick up the few things he forgot to pack while he was out.

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( andy )

       ❝ i think i’m gonna go ghost hunting, maybe, if you wanna come. ❞

❝ there’s ghosts here ? ❞

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( nikhil )

       “I lit it with my mind,” he said deadpan. After a few moments of just staring and periodically squinting at the kid, he broke and laughed. “Yeah, of course. Matches, though.” He fished the box out of his pocket, holding it out with the hand that wasn’t currently nursing his nicotine addiction. He took another drag, rolling his head back against what he could only assume was fake brick. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fuck with you, mate.”

       there’s a few seconds where elias isn’t sure if he’s telling the truth or not. and after everything he’d gone through he was almost willing to believe him, but once the other broke he gave a small nod of his head. “ yeah, right, ” elias responded flatly, placing the cigarette between his lips before reaching out for the smaller box. he fumbled with the match briefly until getting a flame, lighting his cigarette. " it’s fine,” he mumbled as he shook the small light out and tossed the match off to the side. he took a drag with his free hand, extending the box back towards the other. finally able to get a good look at him, he furrowed his brows. “ nik, right ? ” he asked hesitantly, not wanting his first impression to be him screwing up names.

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ALright i was gonna try and stay up to get  starter done but my sleeping pill is kicking in so i’m gonna head to bed !! ily all and i’ll be on in the morning hopefully w a starter and get to replies n everything

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sabparks:

Coca Cola, Pepsi, Sprite, Mountain Dew or Dr. Pepper?

Cats, dogs, horses, lizards, or hamsters?

TV, cinema, computer, iPod or gaming console?

Rock, rap, pop, metal or punk? 

Black, white, blue, red or green?

Salad, hamburger, ice cream, chips or fruit?

Kindergarten, elementary, junior high, high school or college?

United States, Canada, Australia, France or England?

Swimming, fishing, tanning, theme parks or camping?

Snowball fights, snowmen, snow angels, sledding or iceskating?

English, math, science, history or art?

Gummy worms, lollipops, gum, chocolate bars or cotton candy? 

Xbox 360, Gamecube, Playstation, Nintendo Wii or Handheld?

Facebook, WordPress, Tumblr, YouTube or Google?

Flats, heels, uggs, flip flops or skater shoes?

Early morning, noon, early afternoon, late afternoon or evening?

Bathroom, living room, bedroom, kitchen or attic?

Face-to-face, home phone, cell phone, instant messenger or twitter?

Skinny jeans, flared jeans, capris, shorts or skirts?

T-shirt, hoodies, tank top, tube top or halter top?

McDonald’s, Wendy’s, KFC, Burger King or Dairy Queen?

Car, airplane, train, boat or walking?

Coffee, tea, water, milk or soda?

Drama, comedy, horror, action/adventure or thriller?

bold your favourites

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( nikhil )

       Baton Rouge was … interesting, to say the least. His accent and over all manners already had set him apart from the locals, even more so than others who were lacking such an accent at all. He tapped an American “cigarette” out from the box, reminding him of the very odd look he received when he tried to purchase a box of fags earlier. He fished out his box of matches and lit one, taking a slow drag from the tiny stick of tobacco. He leaned against the wall outside the airport, waiting for the others to arrive.

       elias cured lightly under his breath as his search for his lighter came up empty. he had stepped outside the airport intending to have a smoke to calm his nerves. his hands hadn’t stopped shaking since he boarded his flight and they only seemed to get worse since landing. knowing that most of the ways he calmed himself were out of the question, he settled on a smoke break. figuring that the lucky red bic was probably in the last place he smoked, which just so happened to before boarding back in jersey, he searched for a new. noticing the other against the wall, he approached slowly, clearing his throat as he got closer, ‘ you have a lighter ? ’ 

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( zooey )

    ❛ ugh, i hate flying. ❜ zooey uttered to herself. the whole experience had been nothing short of unbearable. being stuck next to a larger man who wreaked of onion and some sort of spice who just had to fall asleep with his mouth open. she was still gagging even though she was finally out his smelly vicinity. 

       there’s a brief moment of silence while elias debates whether or not he should say anything. in most cases he wouldn’t even acknowledge a strangers remark, but this time he felt it’d be rude if stayed quiet. elias cocked his head to the side and faced the girl. ‘ yours shit, too ? ’ he questioned, glad to be off his flight himself.

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whats uP im jj, i’m 19, in the pst and i’m a god dam MESS rn. my allergies are trying to kill me so i am probably gonna be on and off throughout the night. Also if something doesn’t make sense please feel free to hmu and call me an Idiot bc i’m too drowsy to proof read atm. i wrote all of this at 4 in the morning after i took nyquill so i’m sorry in Advance bare w me i love u all fjd

mentions of depression, anxiety, drugs, alcohol, and death below. 

PREVIOUSLY

Elias was raised by his parents in the suburbs of new york who were both very strict and Very religious. they did their best to keep their children Pure™ by controlling a lot of what they did and consumed. since they had money they sent them both to some of the best private schools that they could. overall elias was just a quiet young christian boy who never questioned anything. a real Angel if u will (~:

his older brother was a lot more lax than his parents which lead to elias idolizing him. he was a popular kid who was on the honor roll and pitcher of the baseball team and Eli just thought he was the fucking coolest. growing up he tried to be just like him. he kept his grades up and tried to join different sport steam throughout school but never got the hang of it. he was convinced he just didn’t have a thing like his brother did and never would.

that was untiL he was sneaking around his brothers room and he found his guitar and started messing with it. His brother found him and instead of yelling at him he offered to teach him how to play and eli was Stoked. he always caught onto things very quickly so it didn’t take long for him to learn and become obsessed with playing. eventually he branched out to playing other instruments and writing his own music. 

all of it came crashing down when he found out his brother was the victim of a hit and run and passed away before he reached the hospital. eli was devastated. it sent his already developing anxiety & depression into the Extreme to the point that he could hardly leave his bed for months. his parents were concerned but not so much with his health but more so that they thought his grades and chance at a good college were gonna be ruined by this. it didn’t take long before he was self medicating with drugs and alcohol that he got from some of the public school kids he was told never to speak with.

the second his parents caught whiff of this they kicked him out and cut him off completely. at only 17 he dropped out of school and moved down to hoboken, nj. he has been rooming in the same shitty apartment with the same people since. he’s working two jobs and drinking himself to sleep almost every night.

CURRENTLY

he is high, bi, n ready 2 die !!

he’s a very Quiet person and comes off as uninterested n distant in most conversations because he doesn’t really say much. you have to give him a bit to warm up or get drunk in order for him to say a sentence that’s longer than 5 words

will avoid the mention of family like the plague and you’ll Never hear him mention anything about his home life outside of his life in jersey.

he’s always tapping on things and fidgeting his hands and tearing things he can never sit still.

i feel like the second he started getting all of the telepathic things he thought his parents were right all along and listening to zepplin made him get Possessed. 

is not the biggest fan of this though?? like seeing someone else’s life is interesting to him but someone seeing what he sees is what scares him. atm he just wants to figure out how to stop it so he can go back to work bc he doesn’t wanna get fired from his part time jobs :/

overall he’s just a big fucking sleepy emo baby and i Hate him

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People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips.

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via wnq-writers)

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