#treadsetters

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💬 + they're 110% trendsetter, their taste is just that good!

MEME || rumor has it

❝Me, a treadsetter? I never thought I'd be making any treads worthwhile! But hey, that's the fun of treads I suppose!❞

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AUSTIN RAPP. high school junior; sixteen. elliot fletcher. OPEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

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so here she is! finally done. amaya’s friend. time to come up with stuff for her as well.

Her name is Michi Camille Lichtenberg. Her and her family immigrated to Blue Steel City to pursue education and job opportunities.

Much like Amaya she is missing appendages as well. In this case it is her legs, having what amounts to a jetpack affixed to her hips.

The jetpack, a MillerTech FA-20 “Skygazer”, lets her move around in the air at speeds up to 15 mph using electromagnetic thrust, even allowing her to fly upside down if she wanted.

The legs beneath her are a pair of MillerTech MS-100 “Treadsetters” which are kind of old and clunky but Michi loves how they feel. Especially because they’re built to take heavier loads than other leg sets she has, letting her carry around Amaya whenever they need to go somewhere. They do not move on their own and require Michi to be “plugged” into them.

Michi is levelheaded and tends to prefer not fighting about things. She is well spoken but is frequently snarky towards anything she finds worthy of it. Her and Amaya first met with during a fight Amaya had with someone at her dad’s company who Michi managed to talk down.

Despite seeming so serious though she does still have fun. She can’t help herself around arcades and tends to be sidetracked by games. Often times she likes to take off her legs and float over one of the many koi ponds in Blue Steel City to watch the fish.

Her home area spoke dialects of French and German so she knows the both of them quite well. She has been even fewer places than Amaya, having only been to Delta City and Las Luces de Arena.

[raquelmiller]

Leader of the Dora Milaje.. Wakanda forever! 🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️#teamprettybeast #dibella #nyc #raquelmiller #wakandaforever #blackpanther #treadsetter #ileadtheyfollow #splittmanagement #boxing #womenwhobox

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AUSTIN RAPP. college junior; nineteen. chella man. TAKEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

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AUSTIN RAPP. high school junior; sixteen. elliot fletcher. OPEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

AUSTIN RAPP. high school junior; sixteen. elliot fletcher. OPEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

AUSTIN RAPP. high school junior; sixteen. elliot fletcher. OPEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

AUSTIN RAPP. high school junior; sixteen. elliot fletcher. OPEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

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AUSTIN RAPP. high school junior; sixteen. elliot fletcher. OPEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

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AUSTIN RAPP. high school junior; sixteen. elliot fletcher. OPEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

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[chwpromoblog]

AUSTIN RAPP. high school junior; sixteen. elliot fletcher. OPEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

AUSTIN RAPP. high school junior; sixteen. elliot fletcher. OPEN.

and, as tony olson once said:

“Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Austin Rapp had never been much of a follower. Not that he set out to be some eccentric treadsetter, that wasn’t it. In many ways, he wished that he would have just followed the beat of someone’s drum but life didn’t have that in the works for him. No, he was born into a family of fairly normal people, the cookie cutter family really. A doting stay at home mother who loved and adored each of her four sons. A father that at times was a bit too busy— he was an officer for the Rosewood police department, but also always wanted and strived for the best for his sons. His brothers, all different but all exceed at whatever it was that they did. The eldest, a baseball player whose room was jam packed in baseball trophies and girls, who he somehow always had the fortune of catching at his worst. The second eldest, a math genius who was currently away at MIT and probably discovering some new form of math to torture math haters for the rest of eternity. The youngest, a musician. Well, really he was a member of the marching band but even though he was a part of what many consider the bottom of the popularity totem pole, he was doing pretty well for himself. Probably because he managed to make band badass, he actually headbutted a member of the opposing teams marching band at their last game. 

But what was it that’s made Austin stand out in his family? What was it that’d made him the apple of his mother and father’s eyes?

It was so cheesy, truly and he kind of wished that it wasn’t such a topic of conversation with his parents but it was the fact that he was trans. To them, Austin was kind of like one of the many trophies in his oldest brothers room. Something to show off, something that made them not so boring. Everyone had a jock son, or a smart son, and everyone definitely had a rebellious child at some point or another but a trans child. That was something else. 

Now Austin knew that he could have had it a lot worse, his parents could have completely disapproved or maybe even thrown him out in the street— something that happens a lot more often than not with trans youth unfortunately. But he just wished that for once, his parents would stop looking at him as just their trans son and just their son. 

That’s why he gravitated to Blue Banks and Sabrina Floyd, they’d all been the child. Blue, the child of two hippies and Sabrina, the child of two lesbians. They’d been defined by something to everyone else, but in their triangle of friendship, they were their authentic selves. But like all great things, they had to come to an end. 

The first strike to what their friendship was that like all great things, people started to take notice in them. Austin, Blue and Sabrina had gone from social no one’s to someone’s seemingly overnight and while Blue seemed to have done well with her newfound popularity... Austin had allowed popularity to change him, unfortunately. He’d started hanging out with Keaton Chadwell and the other popular guys in their grade, and at first, it’d been all that he imagined being in the it crowd with be until he’d started to see that all wasn’t great as it seemed. 

Hanging out with these people meant having to shut your mouth at times and just letting them have their fun, even if having fun at the expense of others was something Austin stood against but was he going to voice his opinion? No. Because the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

But as he saw what popularity was doing to Sabrina, and who it was turning her into and the reputation she was starting to acquire, he’d decided that it was time to put an end to the meek, quiet person he’d become and stand up for his best friend like she’d done countless times for him before.

DURING THE PARTY;

Austin was.... drunk. Well, he’d say he was tipsy but he definitely wasn't sober, let’s just say that. But now a days, that was the only way he can handle being around his lacrosse teammates. He didn’t even know why he played lacrosse, it wasn’t like he was even particularly good at it. He much preferred the theater. But just like with about everything else in his life recently, he’d allowed the status quo to dictate what it was he was into this year. 

At least it did give him and his father something to talk about, so there was a positive to it all. That’s how he had to look at his life now, he had to look for the small wins. Yeah, he hated his friends but at least he wasn’t being hated by his friends. Yeah, his family used him as their trophy son, but at least they loved and supported him— even if it was a bit too much at times. And this was all things that tipsy him had begun to rant about to his best friend, Blue Banks.

It was so easy to talk to her, he was pretty sure it was the whole ethereal being that she had down to a science. You looked at her, and you just felt tranquility. Blue was the kind of girl you should fall in love with, but his heart raced for just one girl. Sabrina Floyd. Not that he could ever tell her, they were friends... well kind of friends, he didn’t even know where they stood anymore. So this one thing he was going to keep to himself, or at least drunkenly ranted about to Blue. And only Blue, he was sober enough to know that.

Until their conversation was interrupted by someone announcing that a fight was happening. Austin and Blue made their way to the circle, mostly because Blue was very adverse to fights and she made it her mission to defuse confrontations, even if they had nothing to do with her. In the middle of the circle; Keaton, Fakhir and Sabrina. He heard what Fakhir had to say about Sabrina, his fists balling up in anger as he went on. 

alternate faceclaims and prompts.