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arcadia bay's finest punk disaster. music major at blackwell academy.

#FanAccount #Fake #RP

written by #JAY.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀' 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. '
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@VCGateKeeper @DarkHazyEyes /. we have been fed

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her eyes close, throat dry aside from the smoke, and her nose scrunches.

“ asshole, ” comes far too easily from her lips, hoping that the billow from her cigarette masks the redness in her ears. “ i'm 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, thanks. ”

[Nat Quinn. @DarkHazyEyes]

“That so.” Tucking the filter into the wolfish grin at her mouth, she likewise takes a lengthy first drag.

“I can help with that, you know.”

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a short huff escapes her throat, as she takes out her own, lighter coming to both ends.

“ couldn't sleep anyway, ” she mutters, breathing a long drag.

[Nat Quinn. @DarkHazyEyes]

A growing smirk curls as the offered cigarette is accepted.

“Generous.”

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holding one between her fingers. extending.

[Nat Quinn. @DarkHazyEyes]

Her fingers itch for a cigarette.

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hah. thanks, love.

[Beck Foster. @idiotathlete]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GORGEOUS

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a jumpscare.

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happy birthday, court.

[Courtney Wagner @VCGateKeeper]

Guess what day it is?

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you know me.

( closing her eyes, pressing her face to her shoulder and noting how broad and solid she is. )

this makes it better, though.

[Beck Foster. @idiotathlete]

D’aww. Exist a bit closer, huh?

( An arm slides around the other, pressing into her side as they continue down the hall toward class. )

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existing.

[Beck Foster. @idiotathlete]

Somethin’ the matter?

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groans loudly.

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sitting on top of a bench, halfway through a joint.

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@PaleAzureEyes @DarkHazyEyes /. 😐

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arms around her girlfriend’s broad shoulders. and, enamored as always by her silliness.

“ you should be with your family. ”

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she doesn’t expect to hear another voice, even less so /her/ voice, piercing through the fog like a particularly-bright lighthouse. but as beck comes into view, her neutral expression breaks.

“ what do you think you’re doing here? ” she practically laughs, wrapping her +

[Beck Foster. @idiotathlete]

Her face splits in an affectionate grin before she can stop it.

She adjusts her grip on the bundle she’s been hiding behind her back, the glossy green leaves cool against her palm. Swiped from the courtyard this morning, much to the groundskeeper’s disapproval, is a holly+

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christmas is always an iffy time for elena, she usually pretends it’s not happening. the halls are practically deserted with people off for the holiday, and she leans against a wall, a deep sigh.

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/. wow five years of my girl :’)

[Nat Quinn. @DarkHazyEyes]

She lifts her hands and they feel borrowed. Even the decision to raise them is distant, made by another and assigned to her now. There’s a mirror before her, reflecting an image she recognizes by habit, a person with smudges of 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴-𝘩𝘦𝘳-𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦’𝘴 lipstick all along+

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her body immediately reject remembering.

she sinks to the floor, cross-legged, the jacket still loose in her arms. a breath, two, as she curls the jacket closer to her chest. eyes closing.

𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱.

but she can't.

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the halls of blackwell have always been at their most appealing in the middle of the night. she feels more motivated, blending into the darkness like she's always been there. and tonight, she wanders.

her earlier cleaning of her dorm room had her coming across several things, +

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a corner.

a jacket. nat's jacket.

her throat immediately tightens, and she attempts to swallow the thoughts that threaten to surface. el recalls a night in particular, after a smoke session, the sharpness lingering in the air around them. acts of passion that, even now, makes +