Emmett hadn't really wanted to go on the trip. Since Adonis would be there as well and he felt like things were still awkward between them. He had been a complete dumbass for dumping him on the Prom night and he should never have done it by text. He knew that now and he still felt shitty about it. He had never been the one to break the relationship off first as it had always been Adonis who told him face-to-face that they would take a break from each other and then they would always make up. Now there was no way that it was ever going to happen again. Emmett was serious about his feelings for Andy (or was he being delusional?) and Adonis might have been serious about Declyn. Not that it mattered. It seemed like Adonis was avoiding him to talk about things. Not that Emmett was good at emotional shit.
God, he still felt like a shitty person.
Emmett heard the elevator door opening and he put his thoughts into the back of his mind. He stepped off of it with his suitcase in toll behind him and then he started to glanced at door numbers around him, looking for his number plate. He didn't like that he was going to share a room with other people as he had always been a private person and he preferred to be on his own in a room. Not like he had a choice.
And that was when he saw.... him.
Declyn.
The one who had ruined his relationship with Adonis and Emmett felt a surge of anger taking over him. His grip on the suitcase's handle was getting tighter and he felt himself walked a little faster towards Declyn. Ah, right. He had almost forgot that he was sharing a room with him and now he was eager to lash out at the guy. He wanted the guilt that he felt to go away and the best way to do it was to take it out on the guy who had been stealing Adonis away from him. He couldn't forgive that for some reason. Maybe he was being a stubborn asshole. But he couldn't help it.
He noticed the room number. 709. Yep, definitely the room that he was sharing with Declyn and the other two. Fuck, this was really going to suck.
He stopped right in front of Declyn and he let go of his suitcase, letting it fall to the ground behind him. But he didn't care about that in that moment. This was the first time he had actually confronted Declyn in person about Adonis and the more he was staring at Declyn's face; the most pissed off that he felt. His hands were shaking at his sides and he clenched them into fists. He was forcing himself not to lash out with his fists at Declyn. He didn't want to get into trouble for that.
"Hey...." His word came out a bit more venomous than he thought it would and he was trying hard not to start yelling right there. "...You fucking homewrecker!" He snapped these words out a bit louder for Declyn to hear.
Room 709 but not quite: Fight!
Day 1! Tagging Kotorikun; open to anyone else!
-
Primrosette
- Posts: 1033
- Joined: Tue Aug 14, 2018 9:58 am
- Location: In the Dark Abyss
You know that feeling when you’re washing your hands wearing something with long sleeves and water gets on the sleeve? A shiver runs down your spine and you wonder which one of your life decisions have led to this absolute tragedy. That’s pretty much what Declyn felt when he heard Emmett’s voice calling out to him at that moment. It wouldn’t take much before said water would run down his arm.
Declyn was glad to be out of the bus and he didn’t want to hear any of it, not right there in the hallway, but neither of them had found a chance to talk about it after, figuratively speaking, Emmett had punched Adonis right in the heart at prom. Declyn had been there, in person, and there for him among others. He had seen the look on Adonis’ face, seen his tears, seen how it had ruined the night for him while Emmett himself hadn’t even been at the scene of crime. He was actually wondering about Emmett’s feelings and line of thought from that night. Maybe being forced to share a room together was a good thing. Declyn wanted to focus on good things, like Cecil being his roommate as well (he was kind of hoping he’d come around the corner asap), or exploring the area with Drew, see what Amelia was up to, hang with people he enjoyed spending time with which included quite a lot.
He was clutching the keycard in his hand and then relaxed it. The one earbud that was hanging from his ear almost got caught in the door handle when he turned. There was no music playing. His playlist had stopped a while ago and he didn’t bother to fiddle with it on his way up.
“... What do you want me to say?"
His lips tightened for a second. His eyes were focused on Emmett.
"What do you expect me to say??”
Declyn was glad to be out of the bus and he didn’t want to hear any of it, not right there in the hallway, but neither of them had found a chance to talk about it after, figuratively speaking, Emmett had punched Adonis right in the heart at prom. Declyn had been there, in person, and there for him among others. He had seen the look on Adonis’ face, seen his tears, seen how it had ruined the night for him while Emmett himself hadn’t even been at the scene of crime. He was actually wondering about Emmett’s feelings and line of thought from that night. Maybe being forced to share a room together was a good thing. Declyn wanted to focus on good things, like Cecil being his roommate as well (he was kind of hoping he’d come around the corner asap), or exploring the area with Drew, see what Amelia was up to, hang with people he enjoyed spending time with which included quite a lot.
He was clutching the keycard in his hand and then relaxed it. The one earbud that was hanging from his ear almost got caught in the door handle when he turned. There was no music playing. His playlist had stopped a while ago and he didn’t bother to fiddle with it on his way up.
“... What do you want me to say?"
His lips tightened for a second. His eyes were focused on Emmett.
"What do you expect me to say??”
-
MethodicalSlacker
- Posts: 1231
- Joined: Tue Aug 14, 2018 2:18 am
- Location: Here And There Along The Echo
- Contact:
Fucking barren-ass vending machine. Couldn't even get a goddamn Sprite around here without having to phone in some concierge or some shit, whatever they were called. Thumb off a text to Ophelia back home, complain, get soothed, finally get the Sprite, still had to pay for it. He opened it and took a sip, the cool fizz refreshing after a bus ride spent in the heat of the window seat. Lucas wheeled the suitcase back down the hall and oh boy what have we here.
Lucas had stumbled upon something really bad. He wasn't the best with dealing with relationship drama, and this was no different. For what it was worth, he didn't really know Declyn or Emmett all too well, so there wasn't much side-taking to be done. No side-taking except for the side of "the person who didn't cheat," that is. He had heard gossip. Lucas was the kind to say he didn't like spreading gossip and then just listen to it instead. Exact words, equivocation. And what he had managed to hear here was not good. Even if he didn't really, y'know, know.
So, he it was. Lucas stood a few feet away. He had kinda just straight up stopped in his tracks, a deer in headlights. This hallway was fight-free just ten minutes ago. The Sprite was chilling his hand. He just wanted to get to the room and put it down, but these guys were blocking his way. Foot pain. Where was Dr. Schols when you needed him? Fuck, he just wanted to go to bed.
He stood awkwardly off to the side. Maybe he should just turn back around. Or, maybe he should get his phone out.
Ideally, they'd take this into their room.
Lucas had stumbled upon something really bad. He wasn't the best with dealing with relationship drama, and this was no different. For what it was worth, he didn't really know Declyn or Emmett all too well, so there wasn't much side-taking to be done. No side-taking except for the side of "the person who didn't cheat," that is. He had heard gossip. Lucas was the kind to say he didn't like spreading gossip and then just listen to it instead. Exact words, equivocation. And what he had managed to hear here was not good. Even if he didn't really, y'know, know.
So, he it was. Lucas stood a few feet away. He had kinda just straight up stopped in his tracks, a deer in headlights. This hallway was fight-free just ten minutes ago. The Sprite was chilling his hand. He just wanted to get to the room and put it down, but these guys were blocking his way. Foot pain. Where was Dr. Schols when you needed him? Fuck, he just wanted to go to bed.
He stood awkwardly off to the side. Maybe he should just turn back around. Or, maybe he should get his phone out.
Ideally, they'd take this into their room.
/ 
- 
/ 
- 
- 
- 
- 
- 
Wait for your roommates to gather, go upstairs, find your room. Couldn't have been simpler, right? Fucking elementary, right? Then how had Axel still managed to fuck it up?
Okay, his roommates were supposed to wait, so really it was their fault. He'd just gotten caught up talking to Julien for a bit while he waited for his own roommates (and christ what a fucking room he'd found himself in, some people had no luck at all) and his friends had gone and fucked off. Which, like, okay, he wasn't an idiot, he could find the room, but still, kind of a dick move. Once he noticed they'd ditched him he headed in, working out in his head how angry he could pretend to be before he started looking like the asshole.
Elevator up to the 7th floor, alone; this wasn't a nice hotel or anything, but the elevators were pretty nice, in that decades-old class sort of way. He scowled at his reflection in the mirror on the wall. He looked fine, mostly, just... sweaty. The air conditioning should take care of that pretty fast, but still.
He dragged his suitcase onto the floor, taking note of the signs. Fuck, what was their room number again? Whatever, he'd figure it out. There were plenty of guys milling around (did they put all the girls on another floor?), probably also figuring out their own shit but mostly just talking and standing around. The halls mostly cleared by the time he found where he was pretty sure his room was. Mostly clear except for a couple of people. One of whom was very familiar.
Considering what they were actually saying, well, this promised to get real interesting real fast.
Not really in a fun way, though. Axel took quick stock. He didn't give a shit about school gossip or whatever but he found out things, mostly when Tristan had something he couldn't shut up about, which happened like once a week minimum. So, something something, Emmett broke up with his boyfriend at prom, cause he thought he had a thing for Declyn? And the boyfriend was... that guy. Adonis. They'd met. Considering the circumstances they'd met in Axel couldn't really say Emmett was wrong. Adonis was pretty fucking transparent. Declyn wasn't exactly pushing him away, either. Not that he was judging, here, just getting facts straight.
He knew Emmett by reputation, primarily. Loud, angry reputation. Axel could get what he was pissed about, he guessed, but he himself was also real biased in the favor of the boy with the pastel green hair, for a bunch of reasons. At the very least, if things got bad Declyn wasn't about to fight back.
Never a dull moment, huh?
"Yo," he called out, assuming the other two couldn't see past their own blinders at the moment. He dragged his suitcase toward them. "Gettin' a bit loud out here, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at Declyn. "You alright?"
Okay, his roommates were supposed to wait, so really it was their fault. He'd just gotten caught up talking to Julien for a bit while he waited for his own roommates (and christ what a fucking room he'd found himself in, some people had no luck at all) and his friends had gone and fucked off. Which, like, okay, he wasn't an idiot, he could find the room, but still, kind of a dick move. Once he noticed they'd ditched him he headed in, working out in his head how angry he could pretend to be before he started looking like the asshole.
Elevator up to the 7th floor, alone; this wasn't a nice hotel or anything, but the elevators were pretty nice, in that decades-old class sort of way. He scowled at his reflection in the mirror on the wall. He looked fine, mostly, just... sweaty. The air conditioning should take care of that pretty fast, but still.
He dragged his suitcase onto the floor, taking note of the signs. Fuck, what was their room number again? Whatever, he'd figure it out. There were plenty of guys milling around (did they put all the girls on another floor?), probably also figuring out their own shit but mostly just talking and standing around. The halls mostly cleared by the time he found where he was pretty sure his room was. Mostly clear except for a couple of people. One of whom was very familiar.
Considering what they were actually saying, well, this promised to get real interesting real fast.
Not really in a fun way, though. Axel took quick stock. He didn't give a shit about school gossip or whatever but he found out things, mostly when Tristan had something he couldn't shut up about, which happened like once a week minimum. So, something something, Emmett broke up with his boyfriend at prom, cause he thought he had a thing for Declyn? And the boyfriend was... that guy. Adonis. They'd met. Considering the circumstances they'd met in Axel couldn't really say Emmett was wrong. Adonis was pretty fucking transparent. Declyn wasn't exactly pushing him away, either. Not that he was judging, here, just getting facts straight.
He knew Emmett by reputation, primarily. Loud, angry reputation. Axel could get what he was pissed about, he guessed, but he himself was also real biased in the favor of the boy with the pastel green hair, for a bunch of reasons. At the very least, if things got bad Declyn wasn't about to fight back.
Never a dull moment, huh?
"Yo," he called out, assuming the other two couldn't see past their own blinders at the moment. He dragged his suitcase toward them. "Gettin' a bit loud out here, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at Declyn. "You alright?"
"Well, Fenris, the King of Gossip. We meet again."
"Dude, you know where our room is?"
Lucas was pretty fucking fast. Demetri swore this kid- he was apparently rooming with, according to Prescott- should have been on a team. Maybe was, like, one of those bland-face disposable ethnics they warmed the bench with for diversity or some shit. Demetri caught Lucas with a narrowly missed back slap, grinning just enough to appear vaguely amused. Demetri was in a pretty good mood, he'd expected until last minute that his family wouldn't have been able to scrounge the fees for the trip, it'd been a last minute windfall type of deal.
Something or another was happening. Demetri didn't care much for at least two of the faces involved- no helping it, at least one of them was directly responsible for the bent nose cartilage prettying up Demetri's mug shot. Directly responsible and thoroughly unrepentant, at that. What was Fontaine saying anyways? Sounded like some kinda weak soyboy drama shit.
"Jeez." Maybe or maybe not loud enough to be too loud, like fuck Demetri knew. He was just the captive audience anyways, everyone involved would be too busy feeling sorry for themselves in some unsympathetic, Wuthering Heights way (shitty book) to break the fourth wall.
Demetri let his luggage settle on it's wheels. Seemed like a good day, didn't it? When Demetri wasn't the one being persecuted by all the damn Tumblrina crowd for once, when they were busy eating their own.
"Now he wants to avoid a fight." Comment intended for nobody but posterity's sake- let the record show that Fontaine was a hypocrite who only threw hands when it suited him- specifically, when it got Demetri kicked out of parties.
Lucas was pretty fucking fast. Demetri swore this kid- he was apparently rooming with, according to Prescott- should have been on a team. Maybe was, like, one of those bland-face disposable ethnics they warmed the bench with for diversity or some shit. Demetri caught Lucas with a narrowly missed back slap, grinning just enough to appear vaguely amused. Demetri was in a pretty good mood, he'd expected until last minute that his family wouldn't have been able to scrounge the fees for the trip, it'd been a last minute windfall type of deal.
Something or another was happening. Demetri didn't care much for at least two of the faces involved- no helping it, at least one of them was directly responsible for the bent nose cartilage prettying up Demetri's mug shot. Directly responsible and thoroughly unrepentant, at that. What was Fontaine saying anyways? Sounded like some kinda weak soyboy drama shit.
"Jeez." Maybe or maybe not loud enough to be too loud, like fuck Demetri knew. He was just the captive audience anyways, everyone involved would be too busy feeling sorry for themselves in some unsympathetic, Wuthering Heights way (shitty book) to break the fourth wall.
Demetri let his luggage settle on it's wheels. Seemed like a good day, didn't it? When Demetri wasn't the one being persecuted by all the damn Tumblrina crowd for once, when they were busy eating their own.
"Now he wants to avoid a fight." Comment intended for nobody but posterity's sake- let the record show that Fontaine was a hypocrite who only threw hands when it suited him- specifically, when it got Demetri kicked out of parties.
V8 Vibes:
V7 Vibes:
-
Primrosette
- Posts: 1033
- Joined: Tue Aug 14, 2018 9:58 am
- Location: In the Dark Abyss
Emmett raised an eyebrow. Oh, so now the perfect pretty Declyn wanted to fight back, huh? Okay, maybe he was a dumbass for trying to start a fight out in the open. But he just need to vent out his anger somehow and Declyn was the perfect target for it. If Declyn was actually going to snap back at him. Then he was gonna fight harder back. He was going to be a petty asshole about it!
"I-"
Aaaaannnd they were interrupted by Axel. Mr. Trying-to-be-the-peacemaker-but-I-am-not-really-fucking-like-that. Of course, Axel would be on Declyn's side. And that just fucking pissed Emmett off more. He was just getting more and more tired of people seeing him as the bad guy and he knew that he was only making things worse by taking it out on people that didn't deserve it.
Don't make a mistake again, Emmett.
But of course, he would make a fucking mistake again. It was in his shitty nature.
"Oh no, oh fucking hell no! You don't get to fucking barge in here like you are some fucking hero, Axel!" Emmett was now snapping at Axel and he was not having any of Axel's shit of trying to stop what he and Declyn were doing. "This is between me and him! So... You can fuck right off!"
"I-"
Aaaaannnd they were interrupted by Axel. Mr. Trying-to-be-the-peacemaker-but-I-am-not-really-fucking-like-that. Of course, Axel would be on Declyn's side. And that just fucking pissed Emmett off more. He was just getting more and more tired of people seeing him as the bad guy and he knew that he was only making things worse by taking it out on people that didn't deserve it.
Don't make a mistake again, Emmett.
But of course, he would make a fucking mistake again. It was in his shitty nature.
"Oh no, oh fucking hell no! You don't get to fucking barge in here like you are some fucking hero, Axel!" Emmett was now snapping at Axel and he was not having any of Axel's shit of trying to stop what he and Declyn were doing. "This is between me and him! So... You can fuck right off!"
So this was one of those hotels that didn't have a thirteenth floor, fun fact. It threw Andy off. He wasn't wild about the number thirteen or anything, it was prime and not good for very much except for that extra bit of either spook or cheese depending on the mood, but like. Number your floors normally, man. He kept thinking there was one more than there was, and it was just, a whole thing in his brain.
Also he was lost. That was happening. Took some real talent to get lost literally inside the elevator but he'd misheard whatever the teachers were saying and ended up on the girls' floor first. That was easily solved by just stepping back into the elevator and going back down, but it had messed with him a little. The girls' floor wasn't anywhere on par with, say, the girls' restroom or something like that, but he'd been lowkey avoiding Forrest since prom (and technically Mikki too, but he couldn't actually avoid her to the point where it was noticeable or he'd be hearing about it, and he didn't really want to hear about anything right now). Luck seemed likely to throw one of them at him sooner or later, and he'd rather it not be sooner when he didn't have his head on straight.
So anyway, that happened, and then he'd been distracted by the numbers on the elevator buttons and kind of mildly perturbed about the lack of thirteen, and whoop wouldn't you know he'd forgotten his room number in all of that. Go figure.
Fortunately, he stepped out of the elevator and almost ran right smack into Axel, and if Axel didn't know where they were supposed to go, they could at least be lost together. Unfortunately, there was a whole conglomeration (con-glom-er-ay-shun) of other dudes in the hall too, and one of those dudes was Emmett. Andy hadn't been avoiding Emmett, because he didn't actually see Emmett all that often in the first place, but the last time they'd seen each other had been at Mikki's party when Emmett had confessed to a crowded room that he wanted to chow down on Andy's dick. That was kind of a thing, kind of left you not knowing what to say to a guy, you know?
There were... five people here, counting Andy. The hallway was too narrow for them to stand in any sort of formation. Instead they were a scattering of points on a stretched-out grid, connected in vague, overlapping lines. Also there was some kind of argument brewing, and like, could they not? Nine hours on a bus hadn't put Andy in the mood for anybody's shitty attitude except his own and he guessed Axel's and maybe Lorenzo and Ty's since they were all rooming together. Plus Hel whenever they came around. So he was down for a few attitudes, actually, but not any belonging to these guys.
"We having a party?" He asked, stepping up by Axel and raising his eyebrows at the gathering. To the side, he added, "Dude, you know where we're even supposed to be? I already forgot." Probably not the most productive entrance to the inevitable clusterfuck that was gearing up here, but who knew what was going on with people, ever? Not Andy.
Also he was lost. That was happening. Took some real talent to get lost literally inside the elevator but he'd misheard whatever the teachers were saying and ended up on the girls' floor first. That was easily solved by just stepping back into the elevator and going back down, but it had messed with him a little. The girls' floor wasn't anywhere on par with, say, the girls' restroom or something like that, but he'd been lowkey avoiding Forrest since prom (and technically Mikki too, but he couldn't actually avoid her to the point where it was noticeable or he'd be hearing about it, and he didn't really want to hear about anything right now). Luck seemed likely to throw one of them at him sooner or later, and he'd rather it not be sooner when he didn't have his head on straight.
So anyway, that happened, and then he'd been distracted by the numbers on the elevator buttons and kind of mildly perturbed about the lack of thirteen, and whoop wouldn't you know he'd forgotten his room number in all of that. Go figure.
Fortunately, he stepped out of the elevator and almost ran right smack into Axel, and if Axel didn't know where they were supposed to go, they could at least be lost together. Unfortunately, there was a whole conglomeration (con-glom-er-ay-shun) of other dudes in the hall too, and one of those dudes was Emmett. Andy hadn't been avoiding Emmett, because he didn't actually see Emmett all that often in the first place, but the last time they'd seen each other had been at Mikki's party when Emmett had confessed to a crowded room that he wanted to chow down on Andy's dick. That was kind of a thing, kind of left you not knowing what to say to a guy, you know?
There were... five people here, counting Andy. The hallway was too narrow for them to stand in any sort of formation. Instead they were a scattering of points on a stretched-out grid, connected in vague, overlapping lines. Also there was some kind of argument brewing, and like, could they not? Nine hours on a bus hadn't put Andy in the mood for anybody's shitty attitude except his own and he guessed Axel's and maybe Lorenzo and Ty's since they were all rooming together. Plus Hel whenever they came around. So he was down for a few attitudes, actually, but not any belonging to these guys.
"We having a party?" He asked, stepping up by Axel and raising his eyebrows at the gathering. To the side, he added, "Dude, you know where we're even supposed to be? I already forgot." Probably not the most productive entrance to the inevitable clusterfuck that was gearing up here, but who knew what was going on with people, ever? Not Andy.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
-
LeslieFranc
- Posts: 188
- Joined: Mon Aug 13, 2018 11:22 pm
((Cecil Salazar-Loveless Trip START))
Cecil can’t quite remember if he actually slept through some parts of the bus ride or he stayed motionless and spaced out as if he was put on pause while music in his ears kept playing, but getting out of the bus and to finally move his body felt like waking up, and for some reason, he felt a lot more refreshed and restless than the usual mornings.
Nonetheless, he had immediately went straight to his assigned room the minute he’s been allowed to. It’s always been his nature to be punctual, or perhaps he had been trained to, but either way, Cecil could recall always being the early bird. Besides, it’s not like he and his roommates had any plans to gather before finding their room, so there was nothing stopping him from going out of his way to run off alone and quickly claim a bed.
Speaking of his roommates, he’s notably close with only one of them, and that was Declyn. It was a good thing, too, as he thought his presence could make things a lot less difficult in a room with two other people Cecil doesn’t really know.
He finished setting up and unpacking his belongings, and also marking his territory in their temporary living space. Looking over the room, he nodded to himself in satisfaction.
Now what?
He considered lying in bed and enjoy his time alone, but as of the moment he’s way too restless. Maybe it’s the coffee earlier or the plausible quick nap that happened. Normally, he’d go to the pool to swim with this energy, but he’s not at home, and he’s not sure about immediately changing to swimming clothes and accessing the hotel pool.
Hm, maybe I should just explore the area for a bit, he decided. Should I need permission for that?
With the decision in mind, he was careful not to forget his keycard before opening the door and stepping into the hallways.
And there’s a lot of guys hanging around in said hallways. It seems like there’s a commotion.
What Cecil wanted was to do a perfect one-eighty degree turn back to his room, but then the concern about whatever it is that’s happening right now ruining the school trip before it even started felt like a first instinct to act on.
His eyes landed on a seemingly distressed Declyn, then he followed his green-haired friend’s gaze towards…someone Cecil doesn’t know.
He scanned the other boys in the hall, not recognizing some, recognizing some as trouble, and then there’s Demetri, but Cecil could ignore him fine.
He turned his attention back to Declyn, but suddenly the one Declyn seemed to have focused on started acting aggressively towards the red one.
He was…fighting with someone? Declyn? Who would want to fight with Declyn? he wondered incredulously.
He reached out to Declyn and placed a hand on his shoulder before speaking up.
“What’s with the commotion?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Cecil can’t quite remember if he actually slept through some parts of the bus ride or he stayed motionless and spaced out as if he was put on pause while music in his ears kept playing, but getting out of the bus and to finally move his body felt like waking up, and for some reason, he felt a lot more refreshed and restless than the usual mornings.
Nonetheless, he had immediately went straight to his assigned room the minute he’s been allowed to. It’s always been his nature to be punctual, or perhaps he had been trained to, but either way, Cecil could recall always being the early bird. Besides, it’s not like he and his roommates had any plans to gather before finding their room, so there was nothing stopping him from going out of his way to run off alone and quickly claim a bed.
Speaking of his roommates, he’s notably close with only one of them, and that was Declyn. It was a good thing, too, as he thought his presence could make things a lot less difficult in a room with two other people Cecil doesn’t really know.
He finished setting up and unpacking his belongings, and also marking his territory in their temporary living space. Looking over the room, he nodded to himself in satisfaction.
Now what?
He considered lying in bed and enjoy his time alone, but as of the moment he’s way too restless. Maybe it’s the coffee earlier or the plausible quick nap that happened. Normally, he’d go to the pool to swim with this energy, but he’s not at home, and he’s not sure about immediately changing to swimming clothes and accessing the hotel pool.
Hm, maybe I should just explore the area for a bit, he decided. Should I need permission for that?
With the decision in mind, he was careful not to forget his keycard before opening the door and stepping into the hallways.
And there’s a lot of guys hanging around in said hallways. It seems like there’s a commotion.
What Cecil wanted was to do a perfect one-eighty degree turn back to his room, but then the concern about whatever it is that’s happening right now ruining the school trip before it even started felt like a first instinct to act on.
His eyes landed on a seemingly distressed Declyn, then he followed his green-haired friend’s gaze towards…someone Cecil doesn’t know.
He scanned the other boys in the hall, not recognizing some, recognizing some as trouble, and then there’s Demetri, but Cecil could ignore him fine.
He turned his attention back to Declyn, but suddenly the one Declyn seemed to have focused on started acting aggressively towards the red one.
He was…fighting with someone? Declyn? Who would want to fight with Declyn? he wondered incredulously.
He reached out to Declyn and placed a hand on his shoulder before speaking up.
“What’s with the commotion?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
The meat was served, the hungry wolves arrived.
Or something like that.
Maybe it was just the fact that the boys’ rooms seemed to be all located on the 7th floor. Which was where they were now so naturally, people had arrived to get to their designated place.
Declyn was no fighter. Words? Sure. Absolutely. No problem. Physical scuffles? Uh, no. Instant defeat, more or less. Emmett’s expression said that he was ready to let his fist say hello to Declyn’s face in a not so nice way, which was why he was more than happy for Axel’s presence. The boy had never thrown a punch or hurt anyone—except that one time years ago when he accidentally hit the neighbour’s kid with a wooden sword in fourth grade—and he didn’t want to change that either. It just wasn’t worth the trouble and time and he’d prefer to hug it out because surprise, it actually works. Not with every case but in some cases it did. But he didn’t feel up for that, even less with a sweaty shirt on.
Just.... seriously. Emmett was making things worse for himself and it was almost sad to see. Declyn’s feelings came to a boil below the surface when he used the same tone against his friend but weren’t boiling over. A grain of guilt for a start, but what was he going to do about Adonis’ flirty personality? Literally nothing had happened beyond a couple of comments here and there. Anger, nervousness, and also relief because it was a start, a wild one, but a start that would hopefully lead to a conclusion.
“Yeah.” Declyn mumbled to Axel while he gently pulled the earbud out of his ear, quickly stuffing it inside his pocket. He kept his voice low and a hand on his shoulder caused his breath to hitch. Oh hey, his wish was heard. He wasn't going to lie, it felt good to have this kind of backup. More like emotional support with Cecil, especially after they had gotten much, much closer at Mikki's party. Declyn's gaze lingered on him for a moment. “It seems like some people don’t know how to handle their excitement for this trip," he added, looking back at Emmett.
“I don’t know what you think happened, but at least I don’t treat Adonis like he means nothing to me.”
Or something like that.
Maybe it was just the fact that the boys’ rooms seemed to be all located on the 7th floor. Which was where they were now so naturally, people had arrived to get to their designated place.
Declyn was no fighter. Words? Sure. Absolutely. No problem. Physical scuffles? Uh, no. Instant defeat, more or less. Emmett’s expression said that he was ready to let his fist say hello to Declyn’s face in a not so nice way, which was why he was more than happy for Axel’s presence. The boy had never thrown a punch or hurt anyone—except that one time years ago when he accidentally hit the neighbour’s kid with a wooden sword in fourth grade—and he didn’t want to change that either. It just wasn’t worth the trouble and time and he’d prefer to hug it out because surprise, it actually works. Not with every case but in some cases it did. But he didn’t feel up for that, even less with a sweaty shirt on.
Just.... seriously. Emmett was making things worse for himself and it was almost sad to see. Declyn’s feelings came to a boil below the surface when he used the same tone against his friend but weren’t boiling over. A grain of guilt for a start, but what was he going to do about Adonis’ flirty personality? Literally nothing had happened beyond a couple of comments here and there. Anger, nervousness, and also relief because it was a start, a wild one, but a start that would hopefully lead to a conclusion.
“Yeah.” Declyn mumbled to Axel while he gently pulled the earbud out of his ear, quickly stuffing it inside his pocket. He kept his voice low and a hand on his shoulder caused his breath to hitch. Oh hey, his wish was heard. He wasn't going to lie, it felt good to have this kind of backup. More like emotional support with Cecil, especially after they had gotten much, much closer at Mikki's party. Declyn's gaze lingered on him for a moment. “It seems like some people don’t know how to handle their excitement for this trip," he added, looking back at Emmett.
“I don’t know what you think happened, but at least I don’t treat Adonis like he means nothing to me.”
-
MethodicalSlacker
- Posts: 1231
- Joined: Tue Aug 14, 2018 2:18 am
- Location: Here And There Along The Echo
- Contact:
Okay, fuck this. Shit wasn't moving into the room, and more and more random, tall people were showing up, and they were taking up a lot of space, and Lucas just wanted to get to his room and sit down on his bed and wait for his own personal hell to develop, because if the fact that he'd be rooming with Demitri was any indication, it sure would be fiery and brimstone-y in there. He took a sip of Sprite and watched as further chaos brewed. More demons? That could sell the hell metaphor, if he wrote it that way.
Hm? Oh, that. The whole Fear and Loathing on George Hunter High School's Senior Trip he was going to write, for funsies. Everything around him was the subject. There was a notepad in his back pocket (he had to really, really fight himself to not just use the Notes app on his phone) already decently filled out with chicken-scratch from the bus ride over here. A near total transcript of at least one debate-argument between two persons of what looked to Lucas like similar political motivations and/or backgrounds. The last story he wrote didn't quite pan out, so he figured he'd do something a little less originality intensive.
And he already had a great subject in his roommate, Demitri. Disagreeable, fringe-y, socially maligned...
But none of that was the concern, right now. Right now, Lucas wanted to get the hell out of here.
"Come on," he said, looking at Demetri, "I can't deal with this soap opera shit right now."
He pushed forward through the crowd, luggage in tow. Lucas took care not to make eye-contact with any of them. His focus was aimed at the can of sprite, and at the thought spiraling in his head that he needed a good pair of sunglasses to put over his wire-frames so that he could keep his gaze inscrutable as he people-watched over the next week. As he made his way through he felt his backpack bump into someone, and he blurted out the first thing that came to his nervous mind—
"Y-YEET!"
—before pushing outwards past the crowd and through the halls.
[Lucas Diaz descends into further madness elsewhere.]
Hm? Oh, that. The whole Fear and Loathing on George Hunter High School's Senior Trip he was going to write, for funsies. Everything around him was the subject. There was a notepad in his back pocket (he had to really, really fight himself to not just use the Notes app on his phone) already decently filled out with chicken-scratch from the bus ride over here. A near total transcript of at least one debate-argument between two persons of what looked to Lucas like similar political motivations and/or backgrounds. The last story he wrote didn't quite pan out, so he figured he'd do something a little less originality intensive.
And he already had a great subject in his roommate, Demitri. Disagreeable, fringe-y, socially maligned...
But none of that was the concern, right now. Right now, Lucas wanted to get the hell out of here.
"Come on," he said, looking at Demetri, "I can't deal with this soap opera shit right now."
He pushed forward through the crowd, luggage in tow. Lucas took care not to make eye-contact with any of them. His focus was aimed at the can of sprite, and at the thought spiraling in his head that he needed a good pair of sunglasses to put over his wire-frames so that he could keep his gaze inscrutable as he people-watched over the next week. As he made his way through he felt his backpack bump into someone, and he blurted out the first thing that came to his nervous mind—
"Y-YEET!"
—before pushing outwards past the crowd and through the halls.
[Lucas Diaz descends into further madness elsewhere.]
-
Primrosette
- Posts: 1033
- Joined: Tue Aug 14, 2018 9:58 am
- Location: In the Dark Abyss
Emmett didn't even care that Andy was there to witness him in one of his worst moments.
He didn't even care when that Lucas-which-ever-one-he-was bumped pass him to get away from the drama.
He didn't even care that Axel might blast off at him.
No.
He cared about Declyn trying to use Adonis against him.
And it pissed him the fuck off....
"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING SAY THAT I DIDN'T TREAT ADONIS NICELY!! YOU FUCKING PRICK, DECLYN!!"
His hands suddenly reached out towards Declyn and he shoved Declyn right in the chest. Not too gentle, not too hard. He couldn't help but have a small smirk on his face as Declyn stumbled against his suitcase.
He didn't even care when that Lucas-which-ever-one-he-was bumped pass him to get away from the drama.
He didn't even care that Axel might blast off at him.
No.
He cared about Declyn trying to use Adonis against him.
And it pissed him the fuck off....
"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING SAY THAT I DIDN'T TREAT ADONIS NICELY!! YOU FUCKING PRICK, DECLYN!!"
His hands suddenly reached out towards Declyn and he shoved Declyn right in the chest. Not too gentle, not too hard. He couldn't help but have a small smirk on his face as Declyn stumbled against his suitcase.
The door to room 713 opened slightly, Tyrell Lahti's large frame lingering in the doorway. The tail end of a conversation seemed to seep out as he entered the hallway, Ty calling back to what could have only been Lorenzo.
"Fine then, I'll figure out where the other two-"
Ty stopped in his tracks as he walked out to the hallway, hoping to find Axel or Andy. How hard could it have been to find the hotel room, anyways? They were all on the same floor, it wasn't exactly a maze. His eyes widened as he got a clear look at the source of the commotion that they had been hearing from outside.
I'd been hoping for no crazy pillow-biter drama this whole trip, but here we fucking go...
Normally he'd be fine with a scrap. Hell, with all of the raging hormones and drama between these kids they probably needed it. However, it was the first day. If shit got ugly, they'd be under a microscope. If they were watched too closely, Ty's ability to enjoy himself would be significantly impaired.
That just wouldn't do.
Wasting no time he walked over to the scuffle, calling out what appeared to be the main offender. Tyrell's voice boomed out over the hallway.
"HEY! EMMETT!"
He closed the distance, looming over the group.
"Stop! This is the first day - you guys want to fight over who's dick belongs to who, do it somewhere the rest of us aren't going to have to fuckin' suffer for it. I swear to Christ, if we get in trouble because of some gay-boy bullshit feud or whatever the fuck this is..."
His eyes scanned over the rest of the group, and then back to Emmett.
"You start shit, I will end it."
Ty looked up to Axel and Andy, his expression changing quickly to one of joviality.
Oh, they're right there. Nice.
He then turned on his heel and walked back up the hallway, calling back to his roommates as he did so.
"We're in room 713, guys. Renzo and I beat you to it."
((Tyrell Lahti continued in Room 713: We Didn't Start the Fire (Yet)))
"Fine then, I'll figure out where the other two-"
Ty stopped in his tracks as he walked out to the hallway, hoping to find Axel or Andy. How hard could it have been to find the hotel room, anyways? They were all on the same floor, it wasn't exactly a maze. His eyes widened as he got a clear look at the source of the commotion that they had been hearing from outside.
I'd been hoping for no crazy pillow-biter drama this whole trip, but here we fucking go...
Normally he'd be fine with a scrap. Hell, with all of the raging hormones and drama between these kids they probably needed it. However, it was the first day. If shit got ugly, they'd be under a microscope. If they were watched too closely, Ty's ability to enjoy himself would be significantly impaired.
That just wouldn't do.
Wasting no time he walked over to the scuffle, calling out what appeared to be the main offender. Tyrell's voice boomed out over the hallway.
"HEY! EMMETT!"
He closed the distance, looming over the group.
"Stop! This is the first day - you guys want to fight over who's dick belongs to who, do it somewhere the rest of us aren't going to have to fuckin' suffer for it. I swear to Christ, if we get in trouble because of some gay-boy bullshit feud or whatever the fuck this is..."
His eyes scanned over the rest of the group, and then back to Emmett.
"You start shit, I will end it."
Ty looked up to Axel and Andy, his expression changing quickly to one of joviality.
Oh, they're right there. Nice.
He then turned on his heel and walked back up the hallway, calling back to his roommates as he did so.
"We're in room 713, guys. Renzo and I beat you to it."
((Tyrell Lahti continued in Room 713: We Didn't Start the Fire (Yet)))
Jesus, the gang was all here, huh.
Andy turned up, and Axel wasn't gonna complain about backup. Shit, did he not know where the room was either? Not that he'd complain about his rooming assignment in a million years, especially considering the absolute clusterfuck someone like Julien had wound up in, but maybe putting Axel and Andy in the same place was just too much dumbass for one room. He was pretty sure he'd narrowed down their room to the few in this particular part of the hallway, so they'd just have to knock on some doors. Or maybe follow the smell, if Lorenzo had gotten there first. He'd packed some brownies himself to counter that whole setting off the smoke alarm business, but Lorenzo wasn't great at preemptive damage control.
Then there was Cecil, who Axel was like, vaguely aware of, but him and Declyn must have a thing, considering the ease with which he put his hand on Declyn's shoulder. Asshole. Axel had wanted to do that. He could probably just push him out of the way, right? Like he was taller, but he looked like a twig. Whatever, Declyn'd probably get upset. Not worth it.
And oh shit, there was Tyrell and he did know where the room was. 713. 7-1-3. Well, they were all 7, and 13 was the kind of number that was real easy to remember. If Ty had stuck around for a little longer Axel would have bothered to pretend to be offended by the "gay-boy bullshit feud" whatever, but if he yelled something at him as he left it might sound like he was actually offended. And that would be spectacularly lame.
Also there was someone else and he said something and he wasn't paying attention, whatever.
Probably Ty had put the fear of god in Emmett already, cause Ty could squash him like a fucking bug, but hey, he'd left, and hey, if Emmett was still in the mood to throw down, Axel was willing to oblige.
"Not much of a party," he said to Andy. "Brought party favors for the room, though."
He grinned as he pushed his way between Declyn and Emmett, with Declyn at his back. Emmett had a hell of a bark but looking at him he doubted there was much bite behind it.
"Put up or shut up, man." Axel cracked his knuckles, and okay, he was bluffing a little. He didn't particularly want to get kicked off this trip, though he wouldn't not enjoy pummelling Emmett into the ground after he put his hands on Declyn. But hey, if Emmett started it, that made it self defense, right?
"Walk away."
Andy turned up, and Axel wasn't gonna complain about backup. Shit, did he not know where the room was either? Not that he'd complain about his rooming assignment in a million years, especially considering the absolute clusterfuck someone like Julien had wound up in, but maybe putting Axel and Andy in the same place was just too much dumbass for one room. He was pretty sure he'd narrowed down their room to the few in this particular part of the hallway, so they'd just have to knock on some doors. Or maybe follow the smell, if Lorenzo had gotten there first. He'd packed some brownies himself to counter that whole setting off the smoke alarm business, but Lorenzo wasn't great at preemptive damage control.
Then there was Cecil, who Axel was like, vaguely aware of, but him and Declyn must have a thing, considering the ease with which he put his hand on Declyn's shoulder. Asshole. Axel had wanted to do that. He could probably just push him out of the way, right? Like he was taller, but he looked like a twig. Whatever, Declyn'd probably get upset. Not worth it.
And oh shit, there was Tyrell and he did know where the room was. 713. 7-1-3. Well, they were all 7, and 13 was the kind of number that was real easy to remember. If Ty had stuck around for a little longer Axel would have bothered to pretend to be offended by the "gay-boy bullshit feud" whatever, but if he yelled something at him as he left it might sound like he was actually offended. And that would be spectacularly lame.
Also there was someone else and he said something and he wasn't paying attention, whatever.
Probably Ty had put the fear of god in Emmett already, cause Ty could squash him like a fucking bug, but hey, he'd left, and hey, if Emmett was still in the mood to throw down, Axel was willing to oblige.
"Not much of a party," he said to Andy. "Brought party favors for the room, though."
He grinned as he pushed his way between Declyn and Emmett, with Declyn at his back. Emmett had a hell of a bark but looking at him he doubted there was much bite behind it.
"Put up or shut up, man." Axel cracked his knuckles, and okay, he was bluffing a little. He didn't particularly want to get kicked off this trip, though he wouldn't not enjoy pummelling Emmett into the ground after he put his hands on Declyn. But hey, if Emmett started it, that made it self defense, right?
"Walk away."
"Well, Fenris, the King of Gossip. We meet again."
Anyways, the collective locker room stench of GHHS had quickly shown up to make their dubious contributions to the scene. Cuck one being Fontaine, cuck two being Silverman, cuck three being Bunnell, cuck three-point-five being the aptly named Loveless. 'Least someone had called it for what it was out loud. Damn dick drinkers clogging up the hallway with their useless straight out of a Tumblr post drama. 709. 713. Two rooms that were probably going to make the ol' Redditor cum box look like decent society sometime by this time tomorrow. Two rooms to avoid natch.
Diaz with the shitty memes though. Too contemporary, too normie. Benchwarmer needed to up his game.
And, uh. Not abandon him in the most awkward way. Demetri took a stumbling step or two forward, but there was too much douchebag in the way in all directions. He needed to cut through, but, ah...
Well... whatever. He'd figure out where Diaz had gone eventually. He doubled back the way he came with a quick backwards glance to make sure nobody was eyeing him for a cheap shot on the way out. He wouldn't have put it past any of them.
((Demetri Futscher continued in Room 724))
Diaz with the shitty memes though. Too contemporary, too normie. Benchwarmer needed to up his game.
And, uh. Not abandon him in the most awkward way. Demetri took a stumbling step or two forward, but there was too much douchebag in the way in all directions. He needed to cut through, but, ah...
Well... whatever. He'd figure out where Diaz had gone eventually. He doubled back the way he came with a quick backwards glance to make sure nobody was eyeing him for a cheap shot on the way out. He wouldn't have put it past any of them.
((Demetri Futscher continued in Room 724))
V8 Vibes:
V7 Vibes:
Aw hell yeah, here we go here we go we go! Emil was SO FUCKING HAPPY to get off that long ass bus ride. Shit, he couldn't wait to just get to his room, unpack, play some jams and rack the fuck out. He'd taken the stairs because literally EVERYBODY was waiting for an elevator, and that shit would've just taken an eternity to wait. The trip up the stairs wasn't that hard, he just had a weeks worth of clothes and some swimming trunks inside a duffel bag, and then a ziplock baggy'd hygiene kit. Seven flights ain't shit. Everyone's gonna feel all stupid when they see he got up their first.
Emil opened the door from the stairwell to the hallway. Room 709, room 709... All he had to do was find his room. 730, 728, 720... Damn, it was all the way on the other side wasn't it. As he got closer to the end of the corridor, he noticed a turn in the hallway, and from there, he started hearing some raised voices, that his Glass Animals just couldn't drown out. Emil turned the corner and saw a crowd piled up in the hallway. Uh oh.
Crowds were sometimes a good thing. Outside, crowds were a good thing, it meant people were socializing after a long day of school, or hanging out on lunch break. Inside was a 'sometimes'. Like it depends, little crowds here and there were okay inside a packed building, or if the building was so packed nobody had a choice but to crowd around. Inside an empty building though, crowds meant a spectacle was happening, and not the good time. Emil spent enough time in the chow hall to know that a crowd forming in an mostly empty enclosed area meant one thing. At the school chow hall, it meant people were fighting. At the Fried Boot, it meant drunk people were fighting. Either way, crowds tend to look a certain way when certain things were happening, and this crowd looked a very certain way. Emil popped out an earbud, his left ear missing out on a good 'hoo' from The Other Side of Paradise as he listened in on the group's conversation.
Two seconds in and he already knew. Welp.
Emil walked with a purpose on his way towards the group, looking at the door's room number above the group. He hoped it was 710. He really did. The names being yelled out disproved this theory pretty quickly. He heard Declyn, Emmett, and Axel were the most notable. Shieet. Two of those names were his roommates. This wasn't good. Emil picked up his speed as he went direct to threat mode upon the crowd.
ALL ABOARD THE NOPE TRAIN. CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA~
As he got through to the middle of the crowd, he felt relieved somewhat. The fight hadn't started yet. Just a bunch of dickheads crowding around trying to instigate it. He didn't know what the fuck was going on, it looked like it was between Axel and Emmett maybe? Emil forced himself between the two as he tried to mediate the crowd. "Nobody's putting up shit! Everyone calm down, disperse 'n shit. Ain't nobody swinging fists! Everyone leave. I do not want to ride the bus all the fucking way back because someone decided to act out on the first night."
Emil kept himself between Axel and Emmett as he continued to speak out. "Everybody, gee tee eff oh, I got this!"
Emil most certainly does not, 'got this'.
Emil opened the door from the stairwell to the hallway. Room 709, room 709... All he had to do was find his room. 730, 728, 720... Damn, it was all the way on the other side wasn't it. As he got closer to the end of the corridor, he noticed a turn in the hallway, and from there, he started hearing some raised voices, that his Glass Animals just couldn't drown out. Emil turned the corner and saw a crowd piled up in the hallway. Uh oh.
Crowds were sometimes a good thing. Outside, crowds were a good thing, it meant people were socializing after a long day of school, or hanging out on lunch break. Inside was a 'sometimes'. Like it depends, little crowds here and there were okay inside a packed building, or if the building was so packed nobody had a choice but to crowd around. Inside an empty building though, crowds meant a spectacle was happening, and not the good time. Emil spent enough time in the chow hall to know that a crowd forming in an mostly empty enclosed area meant one thing. At the school chow hall, it meant people were fighting. At the Fried Boot, it meant drunk people were fighting. Either way, crowds tend to look a certain way when certain things were happening, and this crowd looked a very certain way. Emil popped out an earbud, his left ear missing out on a good 'hoo' from The Other Side of Paradise as he listened in on the group's conversation.
Two seconds in and he already knew. Welp.
Emil walked with a purpose on his way towards the group, looking at the door's room number above the group. He hoped it was 710. He really did. The names being yelled out disproved this theory pretty quickly. He heard Declyn, Emmett, and Axel were the most notable. Shieet. Two of those names were his roommates. This wasn't good. Emil picked up his speed as he went direct to threat mode upon the crowd.
ALL ABOARD THE NOPE TRAIN. CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA~
As he got through to the middle of the crowd, he felt relieved somewhat. The fight hadn't started yet. Just a bunch of dickheads crowding around trying to instigate it. He didn't know what the fuck was going on, it looked like it was between Axel and Emmett maybe? Emil forced himself between the two as he tried to mediate the crowd. "Nobody's putting up shit! Everyone calm down, disperse 'n shit. Ain't nobody swinging fists! Everyone leave. I do not want to ride the bus all the fucking way back because someone decided to act out on the first night."
Emil kept himself between Axel and Emmett as he continued to speak out. "Everybody, gee tee eff oh, I got this!"
Emil most certainly does not, 'got this'.