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Post by dean vegas on Aug 2, 2016 21:00:37 GMT
▲ the baseline gently thumped the floor beneath his feet as he weaved through the party-goers. it was only minutes after eight and yet, people everywhere were already starting to stagger and bump into him: take the person he had just caught, for example. "you okay, guy?" asked the ginger, crimson eyes blinking repeatedly down at his schoolmate. actually, on second glance... "wait, d'ya even go here?"the other boy looked up and gave a loud laugh, his hand that held the cup lifted and haphazardly pointed a finger at dean, "mean girls right? heh! loved that shit." giggle-snorting, the guy tried to straighten himself, "but dude sers'ly, we got like, that one class t'gether. what'cha doin' going 'round fergettin' about me huh? y'lookin' fer a fight?"despite the slurred threats, dean merely continued to stare at his schoolmate, "how're you drunk already?" he questioned, reaching for the guy's cup to take a quick sniff, "huh? this is just beer though.""hey! thas mine!" the cup was snatched back quickly before the boy spun around to stagger off on his merry way, "and i'm not drunk, god dammit! see! can still walk and all! 'm just a bit buzzed that's all!"still blinking dumbly, dean held up a small, dark-coloured rectangle and quickly waved it in the air, "yo, you forgot your wallet," he hollered over the music, free hand cupping the side of his mouth as a makeshift megaphone. the other guy, however, was already a good distance down the hallway by this point. lowering the wallet, dean snickered as he, too, turned around. stuffing the thin leather into his pants rather than his pants pocket, he proceeded to push through the crowd alone. well, until someone else suddenly swung an arm around him anyway, "hey dee! dee! didn't know y'were coming; didn't you say something about failing history! and whose room is this anyway? i just saw some guy puking outside the door?""it's mine, stupid," dean frowned with a pout. left hand raised to flick his friend on the cheek, "someone'd better clean that shit up or eli's prolly gonna have my ass... and not in a good way either!" he yelled. however, something else suddenly came to him and, at the thought, he grinned and began to push through the crowd again. once he was out of the room, he dashed down the hallway into the washroom. moments later, the redhead returned with a water balloon (read: condom) filled with both water and bits of the vomit outside his dorm room. snickering to himself, the seventeen-year-old went straight to his bed, stepping over the random couples crowding around his comforter and causing them to shoot glares at him. he managed to station himself upon the nightstand nonetheless. he quickly pulled his vomit-filled 'water balloon' backwards before throwing it into the crowd, "bombs awaaayyy!!"Iris Kim & anyone else ● 497 ● dean u disgusting li'l shit MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Iris Kim on Aug 3, 2016 5:08:34 GMT
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere It was eight o’clock. The night was young. Crisp air whipped around the young girl, sending her hair this way and that. Although her hair was long and dyed a multitude of colors, Iris didn’t normally spend much time on it. Tonight wasn’t an exception. Her mane traveled down her back, tangled from a windy day. Soft curls bounced with every step, but in her opinion, they weren’t the pretty kind of curls. At least not when she didn’t try. They were the messy kind, the kind where brushing her hair was nothing short of a torment. She stopped suddenly, bending over to gather her hair on the top of her head in a haphazard bun. At least it would be out of the way that way. Dean had told her about a party he was having tonight, but Iris was never one to arrive to a party “early”. In her humble opinion, eight was a little early for people to already be trashed, but she knew how these things went. People who didn’t grow up around drunk adults didn’t know how to drink. It was common knowledge. Or, maybe it was just that they were all teenagers. She was a teenager, too, but she’d been drinking and caring for drunk people for a very long time. Music assaulted her ears as soon as she came upon the dorm building, and though she knew her way to Dean’s dorm by heart, she still followed it. A soft smile appeared on her lips. Although there were people around her screaming, drinking, and generally being wild – she loved it. It reminded her of home. When her parents did show up, they were famous for bringing a party with them. Her fondest memories with her father were spent when he was drunk, with music blaring around them and people screaming, dancing, drinking… doing God knows what else. By the time that Iris made it to Dean’s room, her fingers were wrapped around a red solo cup. She brought it to her lips and sipped before pushing her way passed people. Green eyes didn’t even have to scan the room to find him – they landed on him instantly… standing above a bunch of people with a… was that a… water-filled condom? She was caught between amusement and chiding disbelief as he dropped it. People screamed, and water exploded everywhere. The room erupted into even more chaos, and Iris took a step back, simply observing it. A coy smirk played on her lips. She wondered if Dean would notice her by himself. Chances were… maybe 50/50? The room was pretty full and she’d never responded to his text to let him know whether or not she’d be there. She raised her drink to her lips and took another sip. |
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Post by ELIAS MADISON on Aug 3, 2016 8:41:50 GMT
make me move like a freak,  mister saxobeat No matter what, no matter how it looked, no matter the words on choice lips, the wild music and partying was definitely not coming from Elias's dorm. It was not his roommate, Dean, inviting everyone to their room for drinking and god knew what else.
If he headed anywhere but his dorm, Elias could probably go on thinking that. Maybe he had an errand to do, or some studying to catch up on in the library. Did he promise to hang out with someone? Maybe it was about time he followed up on that and crashed at a place that wasn't Room 6. Yeah, that sounded good. There was, uh... Ainsley, but which room was his again? It was near his, probably, so logic said he should start there and take his chances.
(But wasn't the point to avoid his room?)
(No, he wasn't avoiding it. He just had loads of other things to do other places.)
So it was fine if he stopped by Room 6 quickly, just to find Ainsley's.
Except the noise and voices could be heard down the hall, and Elias could feel his palms getting sweaty. Was it hot in the building? Maybe he should leave and go ask a teacher about better air conditioning. Except he was the only one complaining, probably, and so... so it wouldn't make sense for a teacher to do anything about that.
Meanwhile, his feet had him getting closer and closer, until blue eyes were blinking rapidly at the sight of what looked like oceans of people.
Elias swallowed. The closet. The closet seemed good, safe if he could just get there. Fast, preferably, but not because he was nervous it was just, well, does anyone want to do things slowly? This was natural. This was--
Someone bumped him, and Eli couldn't help flinching. "Oh, sorr--" And then there was someone else. "I'm--" Another person. "So--"
And then he was toppling over into something that smelled disgusting. God no.
Please god no.
Eli kept his eyes firmly shut, and his breathing shallow. Which was hard, considering how tight his chest was starting to feel.
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 3, 2016 22:58:24 GMT
▲ as people screamed and moved out of the way, it was almost like something had shot the ginger in the gut; he quickly doubled over and smacked at his own knee, practically hollering with laughter. angry complaints and disgusted protests bombarded him like bees to honey. "what the actual fuck, dean?""oh my god, did you actually have to do that?""dean i swear to god, if i can't wash this off..."still somewhat dry heaving from laughing so hard, the seventeen-year-old jumped off from the nightstand. index finger shot up to swipe horizontally at his schoolmates, "i think this is where i say 'got'cha, suckers!'" he said with a grin as a few of the partiers came to surround him, "aw, c'mon guys! it's just a condom and some water!""and somebody's lunch."dean blinked a couple times in an almost dumbfounded manner, "yeah, but i'm sure one of ya had the same..." one hand extended to move one of his surrounding 'friends' out of the way. he looked to where the vomit bomb had landed. eyes quickly widened when he saw elias, "oh shit." there was a moment's pause before the ginger proceeded to laugh like it was absolutely no big deal, "yo eli! what'd that guy eat for lunch? can ya tell from the smell of it? anyone wanna bet it's domino's and mountain dew?"still laughing, the party host slipped himself between the groaning, now even more disgusted crowd. he moved to where elias stood and hopped over the dark, foul patch on the carpet. one hand swung over the pinknette's shoulder so as to pull him closer, "ya finally decided t'come to one of these 'eyy? i mean, about time, dude. how'ja know that i throw parties t'catch your attention?" without waiting for a response of any kind, dean's eyes had already darted elsewhere. now that he'd successfully (somewhat) evaded the partiers' accusations... might as well let them go back to what they were doing prior to giving him their attention, right? "ya just got back? want anything? let's do shots. or beer pong? how 'bout both?" he continued to offer as his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for anyone else present that he could bother. then, as he came to notice another familiar figure, dean's other hand shot up into the air for a wave, "yoo, iris my miley cyrus!" he called out then proceeded to practically drag his roommate to where the dark-haired girl was. "'eyy what's up? didn't know ya were gonna show that sexy face of yours today. who let the queen out of her castle, huh?" said the ginger, though soon pointed a finger at his roommate, "by the way, this kid's elias. y'guys met before?" he blinked, but without waiting for her answer either, the pointing hand reached for her cup, hoping to pluck it out of her grip, "what'cha drinking? lemme have some."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Iris Kim on Aug 4, 2016 3:23:01 GMT
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere Green eyes lost sight of Dean after the chaos erupted. Though she tried to follow him, she simply couldn’t. There were too many people, too much noise. Even Elias would go unnoticed as the girl stood in the middle of the crowd. She raised her drink to her lips again, sipping it. It was only beer. It wouldn’t do much for her, the whole glass probably wouldn’t even get her buzzed, but she had grown to love the taste. She could remember her father laughing when she was younger, telling her it was an “acquired” taste. How old had she been then? Ten? Benjamin had been so disapproving. He hadn’t wanted her to drink, or smoke, or do anything like their father. But both of the siblings had fallen off the wagon before they ever even got on, hadn’t they? Her fingers brushed lightly over the edge of her skirt as she took another sip. Her ears perked as she heard the unmistakable sound of Dean’s voice getting closer. She tilted her head slightly, watching as he finally forced his way through the crowd. "Yoo, Iris my Miley Cyrus!"A smirk appeared on her lips at the greeting, which gradually gave way into a softer smile. She stepped forward, meeting him halfway. Her eyes flickered from him to the boy he was dragging along. She looked the pinkette up and down, squinting, before she turned her attention back to Dean. “This queen don’t need a king.” She shot back, grinning. Weren’t those song lyrics? She was pretty sure they were. She looked at Elias again. “Don’t think I’ve had the pleasure.” Her voice was a bit of a purr as she winked at the boy. He looked somewhat distraught, for some reason, but she figured she could calm him down later on if his discomfort didn’t fade on its own. Her eyes flashed back to Dean suddenly as he reached for her drink. She jerked it back quickly, her other hand moving to smack his. “It’s just beer.” She squinted at him a bit before she took a step forward. “If I let you have some what are you going to do for me, hmmm?” She grinned, licking her lips slowly. |
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Post by ELIAS MADISON on Aug 4, 2016 6:55:45 GMT
make me move like a freak, mister saxobeat Think of positive things, that was what he was supposed to do in these situations right? Elias hadn't gotten... anything in his hair or on his face, that was good. And... nothing else was coming to mind, but there was one thing. It could have been worse, he told himself. It could have been worse.
Or Dean could make it worse. Which was exactly what his roommate proceeded to do by hauling Elias from the floor and asking him about some guy's lunch that frankly, the stunned teen could do without imagining. His voice rang loud over the noise of the crowd, and all of it was making Eli's head spin. "There are... other ways, y'know. Texting or calling or... I have a cellphone--" He would have greatly preferred a phone call to this. Even if he doubted that he was the real reason behind these gatherings, he figured he should throw it out there. For future reference? If Dean even heeded those.
But of course his roommate wasn't content to let him be and slip out again. Right after talks of beer ping pong and shots, both of which Elias was on the verge of just saying yes to, there was a change in plans and they were headed somewhere else. More accurately, Dean was dragging him somewhere else as he could only scramble to keep his footing.
Elias caught that the girl they were apparently talking to was named Iris before it occurred to him that he shouldn't look distressed. That would make for an awful first impression, and he wouldn't want her to think she was the cause right? Swallowing and trying his very best to ignore the stench coming from his clothes (he was going to have to burn them), Elias pushed the corners of his mouth upwards and held out a hand.
"Oh, no I don't think so. So uh, hi. Nice to meet you... Iris?" He was 99% certain that was her name, but there was no harm in making sure. He could be saving himself from a year's worth of embarrassment. "I'm Dean's... roommate." [attr="class","notess"]notes &tags [newclass=".notess"]width:400px;height:12px;background:#383838;font:9px 'arial';color:#f0f0f0;padding:5px;transition:0.5s;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.notess:hover]height:50px;transition:0.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.notess2]text-align:justify;line-height:100%;margin-top:3px;[/newclass][newclass=.notess2 a]background:none!important;font:11px 'helvetica'!important;color:#f7b3da!important;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 6, 2016 17:03:33 GMT
▲ staring blinkingly at iris, dean added, "somethin'-somethin', but this gal right here's gonna rule the world?" he suggested in an oddly singsong-like tone though it wasn't as if dean was remotely good at holding a note. the pair of newly-acquainted gave one another simple greetings, which quickly made the ginger arch a brow, "man, you guys're boring as fuck," gaze flicked to his roommate, his hand now moved to the back of elias' head, "i'on't think that's gonna make her wanna makeout with you once yer buzzed." he said with a few more blinks of his eyes. sure, it was quite obvious from the way elias acted that he didn't always seem to like dean, but it's not like the redhead really cared that much. the point was that he liked elias and if there was even a slight chance that he could play matchmaker and hook him up with someone, dean would do it. messing with others and using them for his own jollies were one thing, the fact that he liked to make others feel good was something else entirely; a 'people pleaser' in that respect, probably. with a huff, the senior student looked back to iris when he felt a brief, mild plain on his hand. gaze slid down and his bottom lip puckered out, "are y'tryna start a fight? don't hit me, this is my room and this is my party so that might as well be my beer!" shoulders fell, "and you might as well be mine, too." he said softly, looking almost as if his ears and tail would've drooped had he actually been a dog instead of a regular human. nonetheless, his gaze remained on iris even as she took a step forward, "is it dry in here?" he asked sarcastically upon noting that she was licking her lips suddenly, "i dunno, you could hook up with eli or somethin', i'll just pretend t'not see it 'cause otherwise i'll wanna bang eli every time i see him half-naked." shoulders shrugged, dean remained pouting as he made a fake grab for iris' cup a second time; but that same hand only moved up to her face, holding her chin as his thumb gently pressed against her bottom lip, "see? perfect solution!"he laughed a bit to himself, but finally unpealed his arm from elias' shoulders and released his hold from iris as well. he went on to move to the side where most of the untouched alcohol was, "ya want one or not?" asked dean with a glance over his shoulder to elias, "budlight?" he questioned, but picked up two bottles without waiting for the pinknette's answer, "yep, yer gettin' a budlight. yer welcome. don't drop it or it'll be more shit to stench up the place!" grinning, he tossed the bottle to his roommate. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Iris Kim on Aug 7, 2016 0:51:48 GMT
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere Iris was… somewhat used to Dean’s antics. Well, she’d kind of have to be. She liked Dean well enough, clearly, but sometimes he was a little overbearing. But that was why she liked him… wasn’t it? Was it? Iris didn’t rightfully know. She just felt drawn to Dean, as she was to certain people. He was so scatter-brained, well, he needed to have someone looking out for him. Iris supposed that could be her job. She hadn’t been at school long, sure, but she’d been there long enough to make a friend. Or whatever she considered Dean. It was somewhat strange for her to have so much time for socializing. She felt guilty about it, in a way. As her hand made contact with Dean’s, the “fit” he threw thereafter was something that was so familiar to her, it made her smile. Maybe that was why she liked Dean? In any event, the loud redhead had certainly captured her full attention for the moment. Elias was somewhat forgotten. “Heyyy, there’s no need to be like that.” She pouted at him a bit. However, the comment that she might as well have been his was something that had given her pause. He was playing, though. Right? Definitely. Had to have been, considering his very next words were pawning her off to his roommate. “I’ll be sure to do that.” She stated dryly, rolling her eyes a bit. “Feel free to hop in at any time though.” She smirked and laughed a bit, sipping on her drink. Iris was mostly joking, though she figured in a way it probably wouldn’t be too bad. Just weird and different. Like everything had been for her lately. However, as Dean stepped off to the side to grab some drinks, her focus went back to Elias. “Yes, my name is Iris.” She told him, smiling gently. Green eyes focused back in on Dean as he started speaking, watching as, rather than walk back over and hand Elias the beer, he tossed it. She bit her lip, green eyes watching as the drink arced through the air toward Elias. Well. Hopefully he’d catch it. |
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Post by ELIAS MADISON on Aug 7, 2016 5:54:43 GMT
make me move like a freak, mister saxobeat The good thing about Dean's mouth always moving was that it meant Elias's never had to. He listened as conversation bounced from one topic to the next, and even avoided commenting on how he didn't actually come to this party to get laid or anything. He didn't mean to come to this party at all, and he was regretting whatever demonic forces had compelled him to right about now.
He'd been trying to get to his closet, but away from this room in general seemed like a better option about now. How many people were between him and the door? And Dean was still holding onto him, and other people were so close and packed in, his odds of escaping were looking slimmer and slimmer. Instead, Eli's mind started to zero in on every little thing, how hot it was in here, how he was starting to smell whatever... whatever he had landed in, and how his head was feeling a bit fuzzy. Was it from the heat? Probably, that had to be it. He needed to cool off somewhere else, but where? He could leave, but he'd already ruled that out. Or, no wait, it'd be difficult, but maybe if he--
"Yes, my name is Iris."
Oh, crap, he was engaging in conversation and Dean was... gone. Elias's first instinct was to look around for a head of red hair, and he didn't know what he was expecting when he spotted him getting drinks. "Ah good, nice to meet you-- did I already say that?" He was losing track of everything. Dean said his name before, so he didn't need to introduce himself. What next then? "Are you--"
"don't drop it or it'll be more shit to stench up the place!"
Elias blinked and he had time to get out a single, "What?" before a bottle came soaring through the air supposedly towards his hands. Which did not catch it, and instead let it crash to the ground in splinters of glass and spilled alcohol. "Shit, sorry!" Where were paper towels? Did they even keep any in their room? With all these people, it didn't even look like their dorm anymore, and god were his hands shaking? He couldn't clean up a mess like this.
It took a single step to tell him that his shoes had gotten soaked in the accident, and he couldn't imagine paper towels could handle that. But if he took his shoes off, he could cut his feet on the glass, so what could he do? What should he do?
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 8, 2016 2:53:43 GMT
▲ 'hop in at any time?' his head tilted and he proceeded to ask, almost as though he didn't quite understand what the girl was getting at: "like a threesome? or are y'tryna play it coy?" he prodded. unlike dean, iris wasn't the type to really be upfront with her thoughts: not to him anyway, at least. but the less frank she was, the more he wanted to poke around until she told him exactly what she wanted. it was almost like treasure hunting, and he was definitely up for that sort of fun at any given time. after elias'd somehow failed to catch the bottle tossed at him, dean's briefly sank as he stared at the shattered glass and (further) dirtied carpet. a loud laugh soon left through his teeth, however, "man! yer really bad at this, huh? sports not yer forte? or were ya too busy checkin' out iris' tits?" snickering still, the ginger merely picked up a third bottle of beer before he pushed his way back to the two, "who cares, just leave it. if somebody steps in it then it's their own fault," he said with a careless shrug, "most people've broken an arm or a leg before so it's not like it's somethin' unfamiliar."crimson eyes blinked, and he leaned down slightly to peer at his roommate whilst handing him a new bottle of beer, "unless ya wanna use yer own comforter t'wipe it up? since, i mean, there's no paper towels here or anything. 'sides! it's already seeped through the carpet so now it's gonna stay with us till the end of the year. it'll be like having a cat since, yanno, cats don't do shit most of the time anyway. heh!" he comforted, still rather amused with the whole situation though, as soon as his gaze drifted back to iris, something else came to him. "wait, ya got pads on you?" he asked the dark-haired girl suddenly, the grin on his face widening, "or tampons? 'cause i've always wanted to see how much those things can absorb stuff," eyes flicked to elias, "y'gotta piss? add to the beer puddle and we'll see how iris' pussy kit can save the day, huh!"Iris Kim & ELIAS MADISON ● 380 ● i think this is going further and further from the original 'going around stealing people's wallets' plan whoops /shot MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Iris Kim on Aug 8, 2016 3:40:46 GMT
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere The drink seemed to soar through the air in slow motion to her. She watched as it moved closer and closer to Elias, who seemed to be speaking to her, but she was too distracted to listen at that point. She could already tell that things were going to end badly. Elias wasn’t paying enough attention and the drink was already heading for him. She watched as he didn’t even attempt to catch it, and it crashed to the ground. It shattered. Glass and beer were everywhere. She pursed her lips, doing her best to swallow her disapproval. Some people weren’t wearing shoes, what if they cut their feet? She took a deep breath in through her nose and forced herself to calm down. They would have to clean it up. Her eyes darted back and forth between Dean and Elias as they reacted to the situation. Elias seemed a little more than upset, whereas Dean didn’t seem too perturbed at all. She took a step closer, placing a hand gently on the back of Elias’s arm. “Hey, calm down. It’s not the end of the world, yeah? I’ll handle it.” She gave him a reassuring smile, though it was somewhat cut short as Dean addressed her. Her eyes widened more and more as the redhead continued to speak. Her lips parted, her eyebrows raised. One might have expected a scoff to roll off of her lips, or a complaint. Instead, a soft, amused chuckle did. Iris had grown up with three brothers. Dean’s…. attitude didn’t bother her. Boys were always gross. “I mean I have some tampons but they aren’t gonna clean it up.” She stated, before turning to the side a bit. She pursed her lips and looked to Elias. “Here, just drink this. It’ll help you calm down.” Thereafter she shoved her drink into the pinkette’s hands and dug about three tampons from her purse. She tossed them at Dean and raised an eyebrow. “Well, let’s see what they can do at the very least, I suppose.” Iris would go get proper cleaning supplies after Dean’d had his fun. It seemed like a fair trade to her. |
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