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eulohani​:

    “𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 is broke or desperate, it really is just statistics, you just happen to resemble that fox that dora was always yelling about,” noor rolled her eyes, before her lower lip jutted out, “aw, what do you mean, AJ? you won’t spend your afternoon on your knees for me?” she beamed, “knowing you, if you found it you would either figure out just how good of a weight she is and smuggle her for yourself, or throw it far enough for me to never find again.” the brunette listed the options off on her ringed fingers, “you know, i can give all of you hypnos kids at least one thing — you’re perceptive,” she pointed to the board riddled with holes, “i used that for a bit, then sat down and did stretching so i’m assuming somewhere in this area.”   

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       “hm. guess humor isn’t your strong suit, huh? that’s okay, we can’t be good at everything,” she juts out her lip in a faux pout, then she quirks her eyebrow. she bristles, barely, at the nickname as her eyes narrow towards noor. “for you? i couldn’t care less,” she scoffs, flatly, and yanks tallulah out of the ground. “and what would i gain from either of those besides one of your silly tantrums? pass. i don’t think you truly understand how little i care about anything involving this,” she says, flippantly. she points tallulah towards the area which noor just came from. “well, there’s probably your answer, noor,” she replies, simply. so, get looking, instead of accusing people who are also here to train, yeah?”

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eufletch​:

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After almost three years of knowing Adelaide, he knew better than to take her empty threats at face value, but he still threw his hands up in feigned deference. “Please, not my hands. How’ll I shoplift a gift to say sorry for tickling you?” As if to drive home the point that he wasn’t afraid of her, he flicked a lock of hair off her shoulder. “Brain surgery, should’ve known. The concentration gave it away. I was on the hunt for a tiny, violent goth, and it looks like I��ve found one. How much time d’you have?”

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        the thing about becoming close to someone is your intimidation is bound to fail when you discover a soft spot. threats that otherwise might hold weight fall flat because you, ugh, care. not that she’d admit it. “you’re clever enough, you’ll figure something out,” she replies, flatly, shrugging him away from her. “i am not goth. goth is so gauche. just because i like scary things doesn’t mean i adhere to that label,” she argues, pretty much pointlessly, crossing her arms over her chest. “how much time do you need?” 

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ivanxeu​:

HE ROLLS HIS EYES AT HER COMMENT, despite he finds the observation funny. however, not even adelaide’s humor is enough to break the tension between them which is fair after what had happened. “he’s my friend, i just need to talk to him. that’s it.” he’s unsure how much longer he can stand before her without mentioning the elephant in the room, after all, ivan has never been one to keep it all inside and he’s done that for three years. he was given the choice to give his version. “can you tell him I’m looking for him?

       there are a lot of things left unsaid between them, adelaide knows it. she’s sure he knows it, too. it wasn’t like she gave them a chance to talk about it. she was so shaken by his return, she rebuffed him completely, the resentment, or perhaps the heartbreak, building the wall that he has once knocked down back up. “about what?” despite the history, her annoying nosiness rears its head. some things don’t change. “mmm--- you see, i don’t like either of you enough to do that,” she says, although that’s only half true. “unless there’s something in it for me.

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eugrant​:

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he jerks his head back, a little confused. “my smile? oh, is it too much for you to handle?” he teases, barely able to rein in a chuckle. shaking his head, his lips curl into a playful smile, arms crossed, before focuses on what she’s trying to say. lock expertise? hermes’ choice of divine gift to his demigod children. of course, anton himself picked up a thing or two from his own sordid past, a rebellious streak that has been recently quelled. or at least he’s trying to quell it, determined to redeem himself from his previous offenses. that doesn’t mean he can’t go back to the well every now and then when necessary, however, but vengeance against a classmate sounds a little less convincing. to be fair, though, ad never really needs to do much convincing to get him on board. “that would be better, considering most network marketers at least take me out for coffee. who’s on your crosshairs now, and what did they do to you exactly?” a disappointed groan escapes his lips when she reveals the lack of rewards in this endeavor, his shoulders slumping, clearly defeated.

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       her nose scrunches in immediate disdain at the comment. “what? ew, anton, no,” she replies, with a scoff as her gaze laser focuses on him. “keep up, dude,” she admonishes as she pulls out her phone to pull up a specific instagram. “they fuckin’ sabotaged me, that’s what,” she tells him, flat out. she doesn’t do well being crossed, and fully intends to get pay back when it happens. and she wouldn’t be so ridiculous about it if it didn’t blemish her own reputation (which is already a bit wild as it was). “they framed me for something i clearly didn’t do, and it is jeopardizing my grades and ability to do shit--” the instagram is up as she shows her screen to him. “i don’t know what house he’s from, i just know he’s the worst. so will you help me, or not?”

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euvirginia​:

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LOOKING UP FROM HER PHONE , HER ATTENTION focuses onto adelaide as she looks her up and down. lips pursing together as her head cocks to the side, taking one beat too long to actually give her friend an answer, indulging in dramatics. nose scrunches as she purses her lips, before she let’s out light laugh. “they make me want to have your ass,” she answers, “they definitely fit in all the right places, i’ll give you that. though, you may be reaching on the loving you part ― addie, i think you’re confusing me with someone else.” a smug smirk is curved on her lips knowing full well that for as often as she finds herself fighting with adelaide, she’s also easily one of her favorite people.  

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       she turns around in the mirror, to examine it for herself, and then nods. “good,” she says, simply, turning back around to face virginia, arms folding over her chest. she gives a rather dramatic roll of the eyes and scoffs. “absolutely bullshit and we both know it. i am innately loveable,” she says, but it comes across almost as a joke. “come on, you scratch my back, i scratch yours?”

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#camera focusing in on that beauty like ‘wow’

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ft. @rostameu

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everybody thinks they can teach everybody can get pretty mean everybody thinks they can see the best choice for me everybody's screaming "wait wait wait!" nevermind that you're holding a grenade steer the ship or we're all gonna sink they're gonna make me faint

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“my soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. everything interests me, but nothing holds me. i attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. i’m two, and both keep their distance - siamese twins that aren’t attached. ”  —  fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet

GOOGLE DOC • WANTED CONNECTIONS • PINTEREST • MUSINGS • TASKS

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eulohani​:

𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 / 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨

    “𝐇𝐄𝐘! 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 to see a shiny knife laying around, have you? i just got back to my cabin and noticed it was missing— and if you took it, i’m just going to prewarn you that i will notice and charmspeak you to never want to even look at a blade again,” an innocent smile followed to her unnecessary threat, eyes exchanging between the grass and then back to the individual she just interrupted. “it probably would end up being my fault if someone lost a foot, hm?” 

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      “why in the fuck do you think i would take your stupid knife?” she replies, with a roll of her eyes. “cut the bullshit, lohani, and use your eyes, i have better things to do than deal with your lack of awareness for your belongings.” a scoff as she twirls tallulah, her longsword, and digs it into the dirt ground, leaning on it for support. “yeah, we get it, you’re badass and cool and won’t hesitate to get violent, blah, blah, blah.  spare me the details. where was the last place you had it?”

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“I keep it in the back.”

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euiker​:

WITH : adelaide croft ( @eucroft​ )

LOCATION :concessions

Blue message lighting up the haphazard cracks in his phone’s screen as he attempts to send Noor a coherent sentence. The wise thing would be to head back home and call it a night instead of trying to find a drinking buddy. After sending the text, he looks up and he sees his annoying co-worker, Adelaide. Not his first choice, but he didn’t want to wander around looking for familiar faces because that made him feel foolish. “Hey Aj,” he calls her before she goes anywhere. “You look like you are in the mood to get drunk and listen, I know I could find a better drinking buddy but you are not as lame as some of the folks here. So what do you say?” he says, lifting the seeming bottle of water but actually filled with vodka.

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     the nickname makes her bristle, and she turns around, ready to wail on the familiar voice, but she stops herself, fuming, as she stares up at him. “are you looking to die, bizcay?” she hisses up at him, and then gives him an once over. “you look like shit,” she states flatly. “for an aphrodite kid.” the annoying ability they have to look put together no matter what she thinks is lost upon some of these people. there’s a moment of silence as she mulls it over, then snatches the bottle out of his hand. “fuck it. why not?” she doesn’t have anything better to do. and she hates him. but that’s beside the point. “i took you to be more of a flask guy, but i guess this will work.” she unscrews it, sniffs the contents, then takes a swig, and braces. “is this expensive vodka in a plastic water bottle? what the fuck?”

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eujax​:

CLOSED STARTER — @eucroft .

“ and so what if i want to go home and finish my project ? what’re you gonna do ? murder me in my sleep ? “ now in the second day, the carnival has fulfilled all of jax’s wishes. cotton candy, rollercoasters, stall games; he did it all. his drafting table continues to call to him, his bed beckoning him with its soft warmth. being boring is his strength, but adelaide is constantly there to shatter his dreams. as if on cue, while his attention was fixed on his friend, wondering if she would murder him in his sleep, he crosses paths with a metal pole. he feels a strong pressure-filled-pain in his nose, hand moving to wipe what he assumes is snot. spoiler: it’s not. “ you gave me a fucking nose bleed, addie ??? see, if i stayed home, i’d be perfectly safe without a nose bleed. “ unsure of how to proceed, he slides off his flannel to use as a tissue.

         “i haven’t killed anyone with it, yet,” she replies, nonchalant, as she flips her hair over her shoulder, as she rolls her eyes at him. that is to say, however, it isn’t like she hasn’t gotten close to doing so. she sees the pole before he does, and it happens too quick for her to warn, though, by the time it does, she’s resisting the urge to laugh, a bit of schadenfreude for her. “okay, eleven, don’t be such a big baby,” she scolds, already reaching into her purse to grab the pack of tissues she carries within it. “here you go, doofus, apply pressure and lean forward. christ, i can’t take you anywhere, can i?” she’s glanced at him and is already looking for something to do as if there night was really over because he said it was. “come on, walk and pinch, bitch, we’re going to get some lemonade, and you’re going to watch where you’re going.”

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rostameu​:

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“  hi, adelaide.  ”  he doesn’t miss a beat greeting her, even as his voice tapers into a resigned sigh. rostam can’t fathom why eating falafel away from the hubbub of the carnival is offensive enough to warrant being called count suckula, but the time for deciphering adelaide’s reasoning passed some odd years ago ( for the most part; rostam sometimes can’t stop himself from wondering if adelaide is naturally venomous or just putting on a front ).  “  uh, no, not a fan.  ”  he thinks back to puking at coney island and grimaces a bit, then levels his gaze pointedly.  “  i honestly can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or if you haven’t learned a single thing about me after, what, nine years?  ”

       she feels like this should have gotten old some years ago, but adelaide could not shake the want to poke fun at him. perhaps it was simply easy, easier to at least keep up the facade in their respective roles, than it was to consider the possibility of civility, of being seen for something she really is. “come on, can’t you be a little excited to see me?” she asks, a faux pout gracing her features. she knows he’s not. it’s not like she’s been particularly fond of much. anyone running into her knows where she’s been, holding cotton candy in one hand, a stuffed animal, one of the rejected ones, a deformed care bear, tucked under her arms. she stole it right as it was about to get tossed. plucking a bit of cotton candy, she tosses some into her mouth, waits for it to dissolve and then speaks again. “i suppose both would be true,” she replies, quickly, though, she’s plenty aware of his general demeanor and actions, she can’t say she’s learned a lot about rostam himself, and he could say the same for her. “but i was being sarcastic. way to ruin the bit, esfahani. why are you skulking around campus with falafel at this hour, anyways?”

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freyaeu​:

“ what ? ” eyes grow in horror as she bursts out in laughter shaking her head at adelaide’s question. “no - i meant if anyone has ever puked on you or if you just saw someone puke on someone else?” the brunette’s reaction amusing freya to no end as it takes her a moment to recompose herself. neither of the scenarios mentioned sound great to partake in and freya truly hopes no accident will arise from their ride. “no, i agree. i definitely get that,” she says, “not really. i mean, maybe if someone’s afraid of heights or speed?” emerald eyes look scan their surroundings before falling back on adelaide. “no, i’ve actually only been on the ferris wheel and the roller coaster.”

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      “if someone has, that is information for me to know, and you not to find out,” she replies, simply, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. she sighs, impatient, as the line meanders forward, wondering why a ride like this was so popular. maybe because it was wimpy. “it’s easily one of the most tame rides here, let’s be real, next to maybe the carousel,” she replies with a shrug, turning back towards freya. “well, i’d say you’re not missing much, but who knows? our experiences aren’t universal. you should do the bumper cars next, though. you know, good to work out whatever rage you have by mindlessly crashing into people.”

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freyaeu​:

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she gives a nod accompanied by a smile that breaks into a frown by the other’s response. so maybe it’s not as exciting as it seemed from looking up? “oh,” she manages to answer, nose wrinkling in slight disgust at the unpleasant mental image. “are you saying that from personal experience or bystander experience?” she looks up at the ride for a moment, curious eyes watching one seat fly by after the other as her lips purse together in thought. “final destination six? i guess? statistically the chances of making it our in our favor but guess you’re right, who knows.”

        “are you asking me if i’ve puked at a carnival?” she asks, her lips curving into a frown of disdain, as if it’s preposterous. “um-- ew, i’d be caught dead before i did that, what do you take me for?” she asks, with a light gasp and a swat at her arm. she shrugs and flips her hair over her shoulder, turning to face the ride, hand against brow to shield from the glare of all the neon lights. “i mean, i know that--- chances are low. but they aren’t impossible,” she says with a shrug. “i don’t think any of these rides are particularly terrifying, is this the only thing you haven’t been on?”

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where: i guess on the walk back to hypnos house after the carnival? do we have a quad?  with: @rostameu​ 

“oh, hey, if it isn’t count suckula!” she calls, upon the sight of a familiar sullen looking boy. just when she thinks her night is ending, the gods provide. “why doesn’t it surprise me you’re the one loser who didn’t go to the carnival? i know you’re allergic to fun and bright lights, but come on, i at least pegged you for a rollercoaster type of guy.”