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jceymason​:

joey couldn’t remember the last time she actually took on the rain with an actual umbrella. she’s tried them in the past but she’d always FORGET ABOUT them and leave them in random places. even when she knew it was going to rain, she was never prepared. so she was drenched and cold but she didn’t mind. though it did make carrying the pack of white claws underneath her arm a little more tricky, wishing she’d had a bag or something. they were a gift. well an attempt to sweet talk her out of writing an expose article by some dumb jock. it was a valiant effort but her silence could not be bought. a smirk preyed onto her lips at the sight of the familiar other, “mondays fucking hate you too, it seems.” eyes narrowed for a moment before she pried into the box and grabbed a can, “think fast.” and she gently tossed it his way, “just call me father christmas.” was all joey said as she opened her dorm room door, “wanna come in?”

he wasn’t but maybe too drags in before the cigarette had become so drench that it all but disintegrated between his fingers. with his last bit of warmth gone, rhyland could only pray for an angel came to save him.  unexpectedly another water logged form appeared at the dorm steps and rhyland jumped up, almost like he wanted to greet them like an old friend. “talk about it,” he replied, rolling his eyes at his own misfortune. eyes widened in surprise, he quickly catches the can and a smirk tugs at his lips. “you are an angel,” he claims.  he doesn’t know her, but joey is absolutely blowing his mind. for once, someone makes him stutter, all his suaveness gone. “uh, yeah, sure.” he says like an idiot and follows her inside, where it’s nice and warm and he can crack open the drink in peace. “where should i put my jacket? it’s soaked.” 

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lottiefm·:

“you and everyone else,” lottie snorted just as she reached the steps to the dorms. her bag was slung over her shoulder with a book above her head to avoid being soaked by the rain. nothing was worse than her hair being wet. it only meant one thing; hours and hours of treatment and brushing through the curls only for it to tangle and knot even more. “why are you sitting out here in the rain? trying to be dramatic?” she chuckled in amusement, rummaging through her bag for her access card into the dorms.

with just a little chuckle rhyland stands up in hopes of following the other inside. there was an air about her that said don’t waste my time, and he dug that. “yeah, i heard standing out in the pouring rain and talking to yourself was the perfect way to charm women. is it working?” he ask sarcastically.

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ofarrah·:

      she didn’t expect him to reply, sometimes her messages would stay unanswered but never left on read, no, she doesn’t believe he would purposely ignore her. it’s a habit, you see, one she’s picked up at the beginning of her single academy experience. it gets dark, farrah feels lonely and the next thing, she is craving the very same attention she was denied by her family and a long list of ex-friends. sure, he is as fickle as the rest, yet he still manages to give the blonde exactly what she thinks she needs, on his terms. well, it’s something she can work with, right? “yeah,” she naively coos, “is that weird? we are friends,” farrah hums, tone dripping in honey. one extra brain cell and maybe she could see that this was no friendship, alas, it’s not the case for the young matar. head tilted, she studies his features for a moment –  high cheekbones, a sharp chin and those ruddy lips her eyes linger on for longer than she wants to. “so i am here.” she reaches for his glass with a girly smile pulling at the corner of her mouth, fingers brushing against his. the sudden bolt of electricity coursing through her veins is the correct answer to his question, not that she ever plans on telling him. “your turn. did you miss my company?”

he absently twirls her blonde hair between his fingers as she speaks, almost getting lost in just the way she looks at him -- far too sweetly, he thinks. every feature on her face seems to prove just how sweet she is, from sparkling, wide eyes, to cherubic little cheeks. “of course it isn’t weird to miss your friend,” he replies, with just a little laugh as he smirks at her. friend was the operative word here, and a funny one, but not one worth analyzing further. rhyland would happily be her friend, if she was content to leave it at that. “you thief,” he says, laughing. her next remark leaves rhyland with a feeling of guilt. the truth might be that he didn’t miss her -- never left himself any time to do such a thin. missing her would surely imply that he had an affection toward her, had feelings for her... and that he wouldn’t admit to. he looks away for just a moment before meeting her gaze again. with his newly freed hand he reaches over to cup her chin, rubbing his thumb gently across her cheek. “well you wouldn’t be here if i didn’t, right?” it’s a non admittance, but it’ll do. 

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ofcvlebb·:

in his mind, the question made sense. he truly did think about it for quite a while now. “maybe just a little.” he shrugged it off as if it was no big deal. “but it has nothing to do with the fact that i’m high. didn’t you ever have a really strange thought and wondered if there’s an actual answer to that question ?” he truly didn’t understand why his thought came as a surprise to the other.

rhyland laughs, a genuine little belly laugh, and then closes his laptop screen down halfway. ‘ i just... i just don’t know what to make of that, you hit a left fielder out of nowhere ‘ the words are broken up by little giggles. ‘ i guess i have, can’t quite think of one right now though. i don’t think about babies that much though, gotta be honest with you there.’ 

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rafetf·:

he was already getting up before the words leave the other’s mouth, and regardless if he had been offered or not, he was going to be pouring a glass for himself. he fills rhyland’s glass, then his own and he pauses in place as his hand extends to return the beverage. “i wasn’t but with a face like yours that’s offering, darling who could say no to that?” he smirks, then sips at his wine.

he tips his glass in a silent cheers toward the other before taking a hearty sip. ‘ you’re right on that, love, i am pretty adorable,’ he quips, flashing a big cheesy grin. he takes a minute to think the proposition over, fingers laced with his thumbs hooked under his chin before nodding slowly. ‘ i’m really fond of this idea. let’s say i hold the door open for you; what would i get for that? ’

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closed starter // @camercns​

the weak winter sun harshly falling through the blinds onto his bed is the first alarm that rhyland has fucked up for the day. it is certainly too late by then to get ready for his nine am course. the next alarm is the pounding headache and stiff muscles. rhyland sits up with a weak groan, reaching for the bottle of water bravely stationed next to his bedside. across from him, on the ground, is cam. vague memories of yelling, passive comments, and dread floods him. no doubt he’d gotten too fucked up to remember what it was about -- had to be another petty squabble that went too far if he’d let his dear friend pass out on the floor of his dorm room. he gets up and squats next to him. “cam ??” he starts, shaking lightly. “are you okay, mate ??”  his tone is cautious and vaguely annoyed.

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asteriusx·:

“Bloody rain”, Asterius cursed under his breath as he rushed his steps towards the dorms, rain hitting hard on his hoodie and the leather jacket he had decided to finally wash past week ( yes, past week ). Another figure remains at the entrance and the faint glimmer of failing lighter caught his attention. Not even he would be caught out in this weather trying to bum a smoke, who was this madman anyways? “Mondays seem way more shitty since I arrive to this school, so I’m with ya”, he commented as he pulled out his pass, “are you here just to express your anger at the skies or are you actually gonna come in, ‘cause it will get colder by the minute”.

his quiet moment of despair seems to drag on for an eternity until, like a light at the end of a tunnel, someone new appears. rhyland feels that inner sort of jubilation that only old choir people at church must feel when their favorite hymn begins. he smiles and scoffs as he stands up, flicking his soaked cigarette into the grass. ‘ you know, the older i get the more i think garfield was onto something,’ he laughs. ‘you wouldn’t believe how long i’ve been waiting for someone to come by to let me in, i swear it’s been at least an hour.’ as he takes his first step into the heated building he let’s out a huge sigh of relief; ‘i could kiss you man, i really could.’

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lunawindsor·:  

a little giggle escapes hers lips as she grabs his hand and pulls herself forward to show off the silk pajama set she was wearing, stopping their stroll only to pose as if she was modeling, “ yeah, like my outfit ? “ another smile forms before she places herself back in his arm and continues walking. the last time she saw rhyland, other than a few waves throughout the halls, was last week. it almost seemed like he was trying to avoid luna but she just thought he had his hands full. “ you’ve been a busy beaver haven’t ya ? – how’ve you been ? “ she asks, pushing open the front doors.

her giggle, warm and sweet, illicits a genuine smile from rhyland. he looks over her silk pjs and nods approvingly. ‘ yes, very couture. ’ it feels nice to be next to her, to be close, but that moment disappears with her next question. he fumbles and stutters -- the truth being he had been avoiding her. when things felt to idyll he had to take a step back. it was a terrible feeling. ‘ yeah..., ’ is how he begins, stretching out the word to find a truth to sooth the moment. ‘ i had this insane critique in one of my photo courses, it was worth a third of my grade, and i just got stressed, i guess. ’ he separates from the redhead to push the exit doors open and take a seat on a concrete ledge, distancing himself further, so that he can light a cigarette. ‘ have you been well? ’

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lunawindsor·:

luna made sure to be quiet as she snuck out of her dorm room, not wanting to wake her roomies. it wasn’t that late at night but sleep just was not in her favor, so, she continued on with her plan to get some fresh air, walking down the long hallway towards the entrance of the academy. the redhead heard a noise & turned to her right to see another person coming out of a room. “ coming to keep me some company, yeah ?” she says with a smile and a small head tilt.

another late night , full of tossing and turning and praying for sleep that wouldn’t come. rhy had been out way earlier -- he’d attempted to go to a party that was no fun, and after three hours of boring conversation he’d come back to his dorm with the hopes of relaxing and smoking a bowl on his own, but his roommates were already asleep and he didn’t want to take them. so instead he’d decided to throw on a jacket over his pajamas and sneak outside for fresh air and maybe a cigarette. as his door clicked shut he turned around to face luna.  ‘ i guess our minds are just in sync, huh? ’ he teased, putting an arm around her waist as they walked down the hall toward the exist. ‘ where are you off to? a hot date? ’   

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* sms. » astrid valentine

ASTRID: zooted wtf

ASTRID: you gonna smoke me out??

ASTRID: where tf am i supposed to find a hot tub hm

𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: pft like i'd expect you to smoke me out

𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: i know a place

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* sms. » astrid valentine

ASTRID: absolutely not

ASTRID: sounds overwhelming

𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: i'm not talking about getting fucking zooted, princess

𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: just a nice high buzz

𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: and if you go late enough, no one will be around

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* open starter // @chatsworthinfo​

‘ fuck, fuck fuck !! ’  was today’s mantra. from oversleeping, a terrible hangover headache, a lack of rolling papers to the grand shitshow finale -- rhyland was locked out of the dorms without his access card, which was probably upstairs in the pants he’d worn yesterday.  his phone was dead from being out late studying, and not one person had walked by in ten minutes. an agitated growl is followed in quick succession by the sound of him raking his lighter against his thumb in a desperate attempt to light his last cigarette in what was turning out to be a torrential downpour. his only solace was just a foot of space on the frigid staircase where the wind couldn’t cut him in half while he waited for someone to walk to by, though it wasn’t enough to stop him from getting soaked. he exhales with a bitter slip of ‘ i fucking hate mondays. ’

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* sms. » astrid valentine

𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: have you ever gotten high and then been in a hot tub?

𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: sounds like a stupid idea, feels like heaven.

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rhyland chuckles and shoots rafe a funny look from his position on the couch. ‘ well if you open the bottle of wine for me i’ll obviously let you have a glass or two, ’ he states, shaking his empty glass, his own laziness preventing him from getting off the couch to do it himself. ‘ unless you’re insinuating we should trade sexual favors for doing minimal task? ’ he quips, just a little sarcastically. 

open starter.  /  @chatsworthinfo​

“i mean i could,” he says it like an offer, and the smirk accompanying the words on embellish it heavily. a single brow lifts as he steps closer toward the other, chuckling softly. he shrugs, head tilting. “but like … what’s in it for me?”  

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ofcvlebb·:

“so, i wonder,” caleb paused as he leaned back in his chair. “do babies have thoughts ? i mean, once they know how to speak, do they also start to think ? because i’m sure that before that all they ever think about is food and sleep, but once they know actual words, do they think about those words and about things that are related to these words ?”

@chatsworthinfo·

dead headphones in a busy library -- now that was a goddamn Shakespearean level tragedy. rhyland had been sitting around working on editing his photos for tomorrows critique for hours, and had overhead at least thirty different conversations that made his skin crawl, but what he had just heard was so absurd it made him look up to witness the person who had said it. he wasn’t necessarily surprised it was caleb that had said it, but that the other male had managed to sit down near him without him realizing. bloodshot, tired eyes stare over at caleb. ‘ are you high? ’ is all he can think to ask. simply astounded.