| Kori Walton | Seventeen year old Junior at Broadripple Academy
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edwinaclussy:
Edwina definitly could not handle Kori’s title, even if it was a joke. It was too powerful and Edwina was too lazy to be the kind of scary business woman Kori was. “I think I’ll leave the badassery to you then.” she nodded with a smile and nervous laughter.
“Uh…” Of course she didn’t it was Edwina, “No.” Eds started to imagine a weed supermarket. Did they have those in places like Colorado? Maybe if weed got legalized in their state then she’d suggest to Raquel that she open up one. It seemed like it’d be her thing. “I won’t be weird!” she defended, though being normal was very hard for her. She struggled with not making herself out to be a freak every day as she tightened the strap of her fanny pack and hung out with the Addams Family at lunch. “I love Maddy and comfy clothes!” she blurted excitedly, realizing maybe being that chipper wasn’t ‘cool’ so she relaxed her body until Edwina looked like she had just gotten tranquilized by one of the rangers. “I mean cool.” she nodded, dabbing for cool emphasis (because cool kids dabbed, right?) “I’ll see you then.” Eds said, shooting Kori some finger guns before walking backwards and practically tripping over a garbage can, then scampering away in embarrassment.
It brought a smile to her lips hearing the words leave Ed’s mouth. Badassery. It was cute, for once, to be considered a badass and less of a stone cold bitch. It was hard to find the balance. “Then you get to keep the fanny pack.” she pointed out, a trait she wouldn’t pick up in a million years.
Of course the girl didn’t know the work Kori put in. At the end of the day she was running a business. Products didn’t magically appear. There were packages to collect, pills to push and profits to be made. “Awhile. Twelve hours is being generous, pal.” she noted. Kori scoffed before muttering to herself, “Famous last words.” There was something about Edwina acting cool that felt like being hit with a truck. A short guttural breath escaped the girl’s lips over the dabbing. Kori was feeling less regretful, and more so just wondering if a ranger would should someone in a bear costume. Who would be in the costume was yet to be decided. The finger guns sent a shooting pain through her chest. The second hand embarrassment was almost nauseating to experience, getting hit with multiple waves of awfulness. “Laters.” she responded, already headed in the opposite direction to work.
It took several hours to make the perfect batch, which was lucky as Kori was almost out of candles to hide the smell. At least all the nonsense with the rangers and rabbits and whatnot kept most teachers out of her business and in other locations of the school. Patiently she waited out in her room, brownies neatly stashing in their tupperwear under her bed.
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damianfitz:
Damian only blinks at Kori’s advice. He doesn’t understand where that came from. Is his opinion on the bio that bad? Rolling his eyes only a little at her ‘I Love Lucy’ remark, Damian mirrors Kori and allows a smile to play on his lips. A flash of surprise covers the features of the House Captain’s face when he thinks Kori shows… is that emotion? Either way, it’s there and gone in a snap, and Damian feels he should know better than to comment on it if he wants to continue having Kori’s help. Instead, he offers his ear, listening attentively as she advises him on better tactics. He notes them meticulously on the lined yellow paper of the notepad in front of him, nodding along. He’s pleasantly surprised by her sound points. “Spoken like a seasoned veteran of puppy bios…” Damian frowns a little, a slight tilt to his head. “Do you take Entrepreneurial Skills?” Damian wonders aloud. Or Marketing or any of the Business electives because Kori seems to have quite the understanding of all this. Damian is honestly impressed.
Eyeballing her team captain, she really hopes he didn’t notice her moment of weakness. Or ever think to discuss it. In truth, Kori loved the dogs at the shelter. They were all so lost and lonely. They never asked to be abandoned and yet here they were, in the care of Broadripple students and a few employees. It the girl very happy to visit and play with the animals. They weren’t vicious or cruel like people could be, they were just a pure form of joy. Kori never openly discussed how much she enjoyed working at the shelter. Damian’s notes seemed so detailed and attentive. At least he appeared to actually appreciate her opinion, though she was in mood for an argument if the need arises. “I know how to work people.” she replied, smiling to herself, “And I take business management.” She had to get an edge in the market somehow. Street smarts only got you so far.
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Tiny Meat Gang - Stay Safe
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hanncisms:
Weekends were pretty quiet at Broadripple with most of the student body and faculty away visiting their homes and families. Only those who lived too far away to travel or just didn’t want to leave remained on campus and this weekend Hanna found herself among the latter. It wasn’t that she was avoiding home or anything, simply that she hadn’t felt like packing up and returning this week. Something that certainly earned her an earful from her mildly disappointed mother who had no doubt planned yet another jam packed weekend. Three years at Broadripple and the woman still acted as if they were apart for years every time she came home when in reality it was usually only five days.
Lounging in one of the living areas Hanna laid happily content in her cocoon of plushy blankets on the couch. Dark hues fixated upon the only light source emitting from a few feet away; the television. It was rare to find the large screen not being hogged by a bunch of uncivilized freshmen fighting over what to watch. So when Hanna saw a chance to use the vacancy to her advantage and binge watch something she wanted for once, she jumped at it. Her attention only drifted upon the sudden presence she felt behind her. “If you expect me to move any time soon or relinquish my ownership of the remote you’re sorely mistaken.”
It was a rare day for Kori to actually go home. There wasn’t anything pleasant in that house anymore, just an air of disappointment, and for once it wasn’t about her. She knew full well that she’d created that situation and a little piece of her loved it. Who needs family anyway.
It was definitely one of the quieter weekends at Broadripple. SWAT having minimal activities to do. Kori headed to the lounge area in hopes of the TV actually being available for once. Netflix had nothing new, and she’d exhausted all avenues of YouTube. Find a cocooned student on the couch was more disappointing that Kori liked to admit. She was willing to take her losses and leave until the swaddled student spoke. “If you don’t think I’l straight up wrestle you for ownership, you’re sorely mistaken.” she retorted.
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vnprodigal:
when her back hits the wall out of irritation, maddy understands that she met defeat, but no amount of cursing, arguing or shouting was enough to discourage her completely. “fine, jesus, chill out.” she sighs out only after already being tossed off of her roommate, sitting up completely she grabs the phone that was laying beside them. “fuck you.” perhaps considering them closer was a mistake, but during maddy’s few moments of believing the warriors and jay were getting annoyed with her, she often had kori to turn to. and her definition of turn to was watching tiny meat gang on her laptop or listening to their mixtape without speaking to each other. nevertheless, it was nice. “so,” her eyes revert to her phone, since it seemed impossible to butter the other up - much to do with kori being an actual robot - she eased right into it. “uh, i have a favor to ask.”
It was a small victory to see the look of surprise on Maddy’s face. But it was a merely a battle won in an ongoing war. Kori would surely have nightmares of Maddy years after she left Broadripple. Letting out an angry huff, the girl scooted herself away from her roomie. She wasn’t a fan of the last time they shared a bed. ”Fuck you too, bud.” she replied, reaching for her phone herself. Was the girl so starved for attention that she though ‘you know what, i’ll fuck with Kori’. Was their chill session not good enough for her now? “I literally just told you I’m not going to be your Instagram model or whatever.” she snapped, scrolling through her page as she spoke.
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edwinaclussy:
Granted, Edwina was still very afraid of the criminal justice system, she just wanted pot more than she was afraid at the moment. “Well uhhh what can I say?” she said, trying to act cool as she placed her hands on her hips. Her confidence dropped when she felt her fanny pack strap around her waist. “I’m just what the kids like to call a ‘bad bitch’ now. Seeing a dead rabbit really does that to you.”
Edwina sighed. She feared that her newly grown balls would suck back into herself if she waited too long. “Twelve hours?” she repeated. Fuck, she could bake regular brownies in like a third of that time. Still, she needed to be patient if she wanted them. “Okay cool cool cool cool. Dealio. Where should I meet you? Should I like… wear sunglasses and a baggy sweatshirt?” That’s what you wore to a drug deal in movies after all.
A chuckle escaped her lips as Ed tried to play it cool. She seemed so proud until her stance only accentuated her fanny pack, and her lameness. The brunette began laughing even louder at her statement. Kori had to give her some credit, she was a fucking nerd but she was doing her best clearly. “Well shit if I’d know you were coming for my title.” she joked.
“You got any idea how long it takes to make weed butter? You can’t just buy that shit kiddo.” And if she was caught with it, half an ounce of weed in a pound of butter was technically classified as a pound of illicit drugs. Nobody had that much time for juvie these days. “Don’t be weird.” she scolded, already regretting her decision. “Come by my room, we can eat there. Maddy’ll probs join too. Wearing something comfy and please, for the love of God, do not let anyone see you.” Kori didn’t need Ed hanging around to ruin her perfectly cultivated rep.
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hugobankson:
Admittedly, Hugo’s connections from back home had been running dry ever since he’d heard they were getting busted. And while he could’ve taken a weekend to try and find another through some contacts, he was stuck at school, in a dead end town. And he was desperate. He combatted back and forth his pride in doing what he was about to, but ultimately, his craving won out. Despite the fact he missed Kori as a friend, he continued to remind himself the bitter end. But, business was business. So loudly he stomped behind Kori to make his presence known before approaching her. “So here’s the deal, I want a truce.”
@ffs-kori
Most students tended to creep around Kori as if they didn’t want to be seen, but sometimes she found they’d suck it up and just ask for what they wanted all along. Drugs. Reading over her study notes, it was surprising to hear Hugo’s voice as he loudly approached. “You ask for a truce like we’re at war.” she commented, not looking up from her book but kicking out the chair opposite her, offering him a seat. “Your dealer finally go under?” she asked playfully. The prick had always been so prideful, and there was no reason for him to ever come back to Kori, unless he was out.
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damianfitz:
“Yes,” Damian confesses with a rather upset sigh, failing to read the mocking in Kori’s tone entirely. “Which is truly vexing for me because I don’t understand why it wouldn’t be enough. It has their name, their age, a cute little… quirk.” Damian gestures vaguely at the air with a frown. A cute photo of the animal should be enough alone but it seems people are seeking more from the animals. Kori’s suggestive wording plucks Damian from his grumble, causing him to look up at her just in time to see her smile. It makes him gulp nervously but he’s glad to hear her volunteer her assistance a moment later, gives him less to stammer awkwardly about. “Excellent.” He pushes his lips into a practiced smile. “Let’s sit? I have some names right here and their existing photos on my phone. We can go through it together.” He motions to the close-by sitting area and slides onto one of the benches, hopeful Kori will take the space beside him as he lays the notepad and phone on the table. “Now, our first puppy of interest is Lucy.” With a quick swipe of his thumb to the screen, the once dark display brightens to show the pup’s photo. “Her existing bio says: she’s Lucy, she’s 5 months, and she likes play with her fuzzy yellow tennis ball.” Which sounds perfectly adorable to Damian, he has no idea why that isn’t pulling in interest. “Any ideas? Maybe we can mention she’s a sweet girl or something…” Damian recalls the young dog to be one of the more quiet and compliant ones.
Kori was dumbfounded as she stared blankly at Damian. Was he seriously defending the shelter’s use of dating style formats. Clearly he didn’t spend enough time on Tinder, or most likely Christian Mingle. “Never go into retail.” she commented, some what defeated over his ignorance. Now that Damian was comfortable nervous around her, Kori happily sits herself beside him. “I love Lucy,” she remarks, “It’s a great show.” Smile still playing on her lips, the girl reaches over to examine the pups profile pic. A quiet ‘aw’ slips out as she takes in the sad image. Kori sits back up straight, trying to place a scowl back on her face as she realizes her mistake. “That photo is too sad for one. We need better shots of the dogs playing in a field or something. This looks like a mug shot taken in her cell.” she offers while sliding the notepad towards herself. Reading over her bio she frowns. “This is so generic. It’s impersonal and lame. At the end of the day, Lucy is a product to sell. Look at the way companies describe their products. Something like: Lucy, five months, a sweet and innocent pup with an expertise in tennis balls.” On the fly, it was the best Kori was going to do. “Thoughts, feelings, concerns?”
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ROLL CALL → { S E T O N }
• Gwenyth Prescott • Benjamin Martos • Kori Walton • Felicity Fortescue
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edwinaclussy:
Edwina wasn’t about to Google ‘how to get drugs’ on her phone or the yearbook club’s computers for many reasons– which left her only with the slim bit of knowledge she had due to her best friend and just watching tv and movies. “I… Uhh think of this as an impulse buy.” she nodded, trying to cover her tracks of being too scared and also too dumb to not look anything up further. Hearing Kori explain that she didn’t go out of her way to hate her didn’t help Edwina feel better. She wasn’t about to argue it though.
As Kori laid looked to Edwina to take the deal or not, she couldn’t help but feel… adventurous. She was doing something bad on her own here. Edwina only ever broke the rules if someone else was dragging her along for the ride, but this was probably one of the few things she had decided to do on her own knowing it wasn’t JC and her mother approved. “Okay deal!” she accepted enthusiastically. Edwina didn’t even realize she had been gripping onto her phone as tightly as she was until she looked down at her hands. “I want to do it now though. Do you have one on you?”
Kori scoffed lightly at the girl’s response. An impulse buy, honestly. When would it ever possess Ed to not only seek out Kori, but to actually ask for pot. Was she that terrified of a bear on campus because getting high would not help any paranoia she was going in with. “Decided to finally step up in the world? Glad you’re not afraid of the criminal justice system.” she praised sarcastically.
It was an agonizing amount of time that Edwina took to decide. Kori felt she could see the little battle going on in her head. This was probably one of the boldest moves she’d made in life. Though Kori still heard that weird rumor she was dating Jamie, which was also pretty fucked up. Honestly, who knew. “Sadly, kid, we can’t do it now. What you don’t realize is I don’t have any in my possession and need to physically make them. Give me around twelve hours and it’s all yours.” Kori had expected this deal to be a lot harder to make.
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#*:・゚ ☾ i wanna make 'em scared like i could be anywhere ( social media )#this is an excuse to show off the dumbest outfits kori owns#bahq:talk
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vnprodigal:
“kori!” it was a sudden and immediate yell in response to the shout her roommate gave when she woke up. had she not already been set on getting an instagram-worthy post she would have had half a mind to actually listen to the girl’s demands. “it’s for instagram, knock it off!” her tone was that of a lecturing one, almost like kori was in the wrong for attempting to wiggle from underneath her. “you’re going to fuck uph artwork.” art which was barely a dot on kori’s face since she was interrupted, hands wrestle to get a tighter grip on the pen. “don’t be stingy, kor, if you don’t like it you can wipe it off.”
Continuing to wriggle out from under her roomie, she was beginning to wish she’d asked for a replacement for the year. Maddy some how was becoming bolder and bolder in her pranks, somehow convincing herself that she was immortal. “Fuck off!” she shouted back, still fighting for the marker. If a single dot of marker ended up on her sheets, among the makeup stains and dried hair product, Kori was definitely going to kill her. “I ain’t no guinea pig you dumb bitch!” she argued, finally able to throw Maddy off her onto the walled side of her bed. “Go fuck up Kat or something.”
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damianfitz:
— @ffs-kori;
“Kori!” Damian jogs up to her, notepad and pen in hand. “Hey,” he greets once he’s close enough to her. “I was wondering if you wanted to brainstorm some biography ideas for the puppies at the animal shelter?” He’s hoping to God she acknowledges that they have the same afternoon activity and doesn’t make this difficult for him. “I really believe if we just spruce up their ads a little bit – you know, get the right picture, the right witty description, then surely more of the animals will start getting adopted. And since you’re quite the clever tongue, I figured we could work together. Put some of your wit on the paper.”
The girls spun around upon hearing her name, curious as to who would be calling. There definitely could be worse vision that spotting Damian jogging up to her. “Captain.” she greeted with a salute. A brief flash of panic washed over her as she assumed she was currently in trouble. It was a small relief to hear him discuss the shelter. “You mean the ‘Hey I’m Skippy. I’m 4 and like long walks on the beach’ isn’t working anymore? Bummer.” she replied, mock sadness in her voice. “If you wanted to see my tongue in use you should have just asked.” she retorted with a smile, “I’ll help. I want those pups in a good home too.” She wasn’t completely soulless.
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edwinaclussy:
Edwina let out a sound that could only be described as ‘that sound Scooby Doo makes when he’s confused’. “O-One hundred U.S. d-dollars?” she asked, looking for confirmation. Eds wasn’t too sure how much weed cost, but she didn’t think it’d be that much. She quickly fumbled with her phone to pull out Venmo. She had the money, but she was saving it for when her car inevitably broke down due to the mishmash of used and new parts Frankensteining under the hood. “Well… you certainly don’t make it transparent that you like me.” she added, a little taken aback by Kori referring to her as a friend. Did she step into the Twilight Zone? “Uhhhhhh…” She couldn’t ask Raquel to babysit her while high or else she’d know something was up to make Eds go to drugs and Jamie probably wouldn���t want to hear her THC induced ramblings either. She was SOL with options here. “Who do you suggest then?”
Fucking with Ed felt like fucking with some sort of early morning cartoon character. She naive, and gullible. Plus most ‘adult’ jokes seemed to go over her head. “Did you even do an ounce of research before approaching me? I thought you nerds lived for that shit.” she commented harshly. Sure, Edwina was clueless but the kid new a thing or two about the world. “And I don’t go out of my way to hate you either.” she replied, “It just naturally occurs. Don’t take it personally.” Because honestly, Kori hated everyone. She never sought out victims to abuse, they just found her. “Look,” she started, entering into business mode, “I’ll charge you $25 for one, note I said ONE, edible and another $10 as a babysitting fee. If you happen to not be a total freak I’ll lower the price on the next one, if you so desire.” Because who know, maybe someone like Ed could turn into good business. And if all else failed Kori could just tape the girl’s high ramblings and sell them off for a laugh.
#*:・゚ ☾ biting my nails i'm too young to go to jail ( interactions )#edwina c.#youve got a friend in me starts playing
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vnprodigal:
it took all of ten minutes after maddy woke up to decide what she wanted to do next. before a shower, before brushing her teeth or getting into day clothes. her legs straddle her roommate-turned-bed-buddy, a black marker she pulled from one of the many bags sitting on the floor of the room they shared. her cellphone, already opened on instagram’s camera option, lays on the pillow beside the brunette’s resting body. leaning closer to kori, maddy’s tongue pokes out in focus as she, gently but shakily, attempts to draw a circle on the lower half of her cheek. it’s a juvenile prank, for sure, but one that was long overdue, and one she felt comfortable doing now because of how strangely neighboring she felt the two became. a long overdue, juvenile prank, that she may be able to get away with if she’s at all able to stop herself from giggling. / @ffs-kori
It had taken some time, and some smuggled pills to adjust to sharing a bed with Maddy. Kori had developed being a very heavy sleeper with her supplies at hand, a trait she hadn’t needed in the past. After years of late nights and holding the bucket, nothing compared to stretching out and recoiling in disgusts at the touch of another human being. However, on this fateful morning Kori was awoken to the smell of sharpie near her nose, and a too warm body straddling her. Personally, she had no interest in the girl she’d been dorming with, and secretly had her fingers crossed for it to be anyone else. At least point, she would have taken Damian or even Jamie. Opening her eyes she was filled with a crushing disappointment which was quickly filled with a burning rage. “What the FUCK!” she shouted, reaching for the marker while trying to twist out from under Maddy, “You motherfucker!”
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flick-fortescue:
“That’s a good start, yeah,” she confirmed with a chuckle at Kori’s colorful sarcasm, though she didn’t have the slightest clue who the fuck Jerry was. There were plenty of Americanisms that went right over her head, she was used to it by now.
“Well, I can tell you for free whose fault that isn’t” Flick responded plainly, it wasn’t as if she was to blame for the lateness of the bus, thus she didn’t believe she deserved the brunt of Kori’s bad mood as a result. “Do I want to walk?” she repeated the question, emphasizing the word. She hardly wanted any of this but that was beside the point, “No, but I’d rather not freeze my left tit off in this very spot if that’s alright with you,” she announced, “How far can it be? It’s a bloody ski resort, not the Sahara Desert. I’ll have a wander and if I get lost I’m sure I’ll see a bus or some idiot on a snowmobile or summat before I perish in the tundra- and if am wrong, you can say ‘i told you so,’ at my funeral, yeah?”
It was a relief that Flick had a sense of humor. Some days at Broadripple went so far above everyone’s head that Kori was sure even God missed the joke. “So what’s a good finish. Skank or skin routine?” she retorted, a soft smile on her face. Kori had to give her points for being entertaining.
“I’ll charge you $1.08 to not tell me.” she countered. There wasn’t a need to be lecture on the punctuality of the shuttle bus, or who’s fault it was. Kori paused to stare at her quizzically. “So is it usually just your left tit that freezes, is the right one okay? What’s the science behind that?” she continued to asked, amused by the odd statement. “I’m fairly certain it’s like a forty minute walk. Beside, in this weather you’ll most likely freeze both tits. I can live with a little I told you so.”
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