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THE cello case was the first indicator that alex was near. catalina had never seen anyone else except the other girl with a cello. immediately a grin crept its way up her cheeks. with her free hand, she took out her iphone and began recording a video as she walked towards the girl. the sound of her sneakers silently padding along with her kept her company. full intentions of making fun of alex and how funny the petite girl looked with her cello case was on her mind. however ( before she could open her mouth ) she realized she had just single-handedly recorded alex falling. “this shit is gold. lex, i love you but watching you bust your ass definitely isn’t awkward for me. it makes me feel... euphoric even,” she grinned before stopping her recording and putting her phone back in its pocket. “need help to save you from this awkward and incredibly embarrassing yet mentally scarring moment?” a petite hand was held out for the girl to take. 

moving around with a cello was always a nightmare for Alex. Sure, the case had wheels, but she was way too lazy to actually walk to class. without thinking, she took out the penny board attached to her backpack. with one hand she grabbed her cello case and started riding on her board. the wheels on her cello case couldn’t take the speed. without warning one wheel sprang loose and lead to Alex falling on her face. “fuck!” Her board rolled out of eye shot and her cello case laid beside her. she sat up and noticed a pair of eyes right in front of her. “what? you never seen someone fall on their face? no?” she paused,  “..yeah me either…this is awkward for both of us.” @cloverstarters​

#❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » alex. #see what i did there... euphoric... #wink wink

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THE brief flicker of dancing curls signified that she had been slowly shaking her head. the loud slurp of a cherry slushie signified her lips were busy drinking. so, the only part of her communicating was those dark brown eyes. they spoke in the hidden sorrow held behind them. red stained lips finally were detached from her straw and words finally made an appearance. “it’s sad as fuck,” truthfully was her response. the entire situation was sad.. “i thought you would never ask. let’s go smoke and pretend i don’t have another class in twenty minutes.” 

her camera flashed as she took pictures of the shrines people had made. being on the schools newspaper she was responsible for capturing everything. even the saddening sight of a classmate passing away. well in reality murdered. lowering her camera back around her neck. cleo couldn’t help but sigh. “this shit is so sad. i need a blunt,” she mused while trying to keep from crying. who knows who would be next. “you want to join me?” the blonde asked as someone now stood next to her. might as well share it would definitely help cheer her up. 

@cloverstarters​

#❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » cleo.

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CATALINA had been far too busy licking cheeto dust off of her fingers. she almost missed what was said to her entirely because she was so immersed in the flavor. “cheetos hit different mid-day, mi amor,” she declared with the hint of her native tongue slipping back and forth. “i knew nothing about her in all honesty. she was nice and politely laughed at my jokes occasionally. she seemed like a gem.”

“so,” intrusive cerulean hues focused on the individual before her. “did you know anything about misty? anything about her and what she was like for you? what she liked to do? anything you can tell me would be great.” @cloverstarters​

#❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » evelyn. #ugh liz is sucha beaut

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WALKING once the night fell was a habit catalina had yet to break. insomnia always found a way into her nights. despite the danger that constantly lurked throughout the campus, she still took her chances. with recent events, she decided to bring along something to ensure her safety. a hot pink taser was in her grasp and fear was silenced. she did this same walk every night. she couldn’t be scared at this point... right? the curls piled on top of her head danced each time she took a step. and she saw a figure but couldn’t quite make out who it was. a few short breaths left her lips as she got closer. in her head, she was telling herself to not assume the worst and she didn’t. however, she was not expecting the other person to abruptly turn around. when they did, fear crept up her spine and made her arm jerk up and her finger press down on the taser. the sound of loud electrical charges was let out in the air. “jesus fucking christ--before i could say anything you turned around. might want to let a girl know before i accidentally tase you.”

liv couldn’t sleep. with everything that had happened, she just couldn’t relax herself enough to close her eyes, and in the off chance she did, she was awoken from her nightmares. she had a feeling that whatever was happening wasn’t over by a long shot, and liv had been having anxiety just waiting for the next ball to drop. but instead of staying inside like she should’ve, she found herself stepping outside once all of the kappas had fallen asleep, taking a jog around greek row. for a while, her footsteps were the only sound, which is why she froze in place when she heard someone else’s, turning around and letting out a sigh of relief, “god, you scared me for minute there.”

@cloverstarters​

#❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » liv. #this got longer than it needed too... i'msorry omg

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deanclvrke‌:

“i think that’s a fair deal,” dean nodded, pulling the oreos out of his bag.  he got lucky, ending up next to one of the few people at least pretending things were okay.  “you’re welcome to them, honestly. i’ve been forgetting to take them out so they’ll just end up crushed eventually.”

“THEN by all means--welcome to the island,” catalina gestured towards the unoccupied seat. “wait--you’ve been forgetting to take out oreos from your bag? i’m suddenly contemplating your residency here. what kind of person forgets they have oreos in their bag?”

#❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » dean. #wait bb what timezone are you in if no one is awake at 3???

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deanclvrke‌:

“now that is a good question,” dean nodded, pretending to think. not reaction he expected when he askedfor a seat, but an amusing one at least. “well, i have a pretty decent understanding of basic economic systems so i’m useful if the island wants to expand to the rest of the world.  also i’m pretty sure i have oreos in my bag.”

AMID the chaos around campus, catalina was pulling at straws to keep her sanity and feelings at bay. so, she tried her best to remain the same, usual catalina she had always been. “expansion and oreos?” catalina tapped a finger on her chin, feigning as though she was pondering what he said. “the seat is all yours if you’re willing to hand over a few oreos as an entrance fee,” she stated. 

#❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » dean. #i do that all the time tbh #i knock out right after a starter like clockwork

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natedelgado‌:

taking his hand he rubbed them down his face questioning his current reality,” would you be okay after being questioned all night about two dead ex’s?” he deadpanned back, irritation dripping in his tone before reaching out for the fruity olive branch.” neither of those are quite strong enough for this shit right now.”   

WITHOUT any permission, catalina sat down beside the other. “shit,” she released a low whistle after that word escaped. “here i thought getting caught streaking was awful--but you have it worse than me,” a small incredulous smile was on her face as another twizzler found a home between her lips. “two dead ex’s,” she repeated. “take care of yourself. i can’t imagine what that’s like,” the first serious comment made from her. “is anything strong enough for that? ”

#❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » nate.

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CHERRY red lips occupied with a cherry lollipop as if it was carefully planned. a pair of dark brown hues glancing around as if looking for something hidden. a faded lacrosse hoodie hung over a petite figure and black fleeced leggings. every observance painted described catalina at that moment in time. she had been walking around aimlessly, hoping insomnia would back away from her and let her be. it never came. what did come was another person whose art she saw strewn across a wall. “and why would i do that?” she questioned as she took a step closer.  “why would i miss the opportunity to tell anyone about this amazing artwork you’ve done?” then, she removed her eyes from the other. “how about instead--you tell me what you were going for here?” 

all this talk about murder had zion’s anxiety through the roof, but could you blame him? he thought home was bad, but shit he was starting to feel like death just followed him. the one thing he did like about this place was how warm it was– it made him feel alive for once. other than that it was just another place he’d eventually have to run from but he tried to push thoughts like that to the back of his mind. with a bag full of spray paint cans and dusk approaching, zion made his way to the new spot he’d found not too far from campus. it was secluded, quiet, but most importantly there was not a single tag in sight. placing his bag down he began to size up the wall and spray it with a base coat of white. after a couple more colors his piece was starting to come together, but just as he got into the groove of things he heard a noise behind him. “i suggest you turn around and leave as if you never saw anything happen” his voice was careful yet oddly powerful.

#i wasn't ready for my eyes to be blessed like this #❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » zion.

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“DUDE,” one word followed by a slight pause, “i have no idea. could be a revenge thing like in the movies. maybe someone really fucking hates greek row?” even catalina couldn’t quite comprehend why everything was happening. “someone must be really pissed off though if they are resulting in murder. none of us are safe,” she claimed. despite her statements, each word was calm. anxiety or fear was nowhere in sight. her words were just... calm.

When Bailey heard the news about Misty she could not believe it this all seemed like a dream you need to wake up from but it’s not this is real another student had died. Misty was someone she did like, what the hell is going on why is this happening. “How can something like this even happen again?” she asked the person next to her. @cloverstarters 

#❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » bailey.

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AN eyebrow raise came first. then, tumbling out of her mouth came, “if i allow you to join this island, what will you provide?” the smile on her face eluded to the playfulness of her question.

“do you mind if i-” dean indicated to the empty seat.  “if you want you’re space that’s fine too.  it’s just,” he put on what he hoped was a charming smile as he looked around, “everywhere else is full.”

#❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » dean. #i just noticed i reblogged this from the starter page... skdfhksdfksdf

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ALL tanned skin shone brightly underneath the sun. catalina’s lips were busy wrapped around the twizzler in one hand. her diet mostly consisted of the twisted snacks and it was rare to see her without one. “twizzler?” one word was her first response as she held out the bag holding all the snacks. the hint of her mother’s spanish native tongue was noticeable in just one word. “just wanted to see if you were okay. you look like shit. and normally when i look like shit a twizzler helps,” and then she pauses, “and weed or alcohol. i don’t discriminate self-sabotaging substances.”

he was burnt, angry and his patience nothing but fumes. a night being poked and prodded for answeres, repetitive questions hoping a response would change had him in total discount. he was exhausted and to say it wasn’t written all over his expression was a joke. he wanted to be left alone, wanted sleep so when the approaching figure got close enough to assume they wanted his attention, hazel hues glared back.” the fuck do you need?” he snapped 

#i hope this is okay lovely!!! #tw: drug mention #❛ / ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ » interactions #❛ / ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜꜱ » nate.

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#i’ll be on after my doctors appt to respond to starters #❛ / 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟᴜꜱᴛ » musing

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val mercado, cisfemale, she/her. → look out, there’s CATALINA REYES. you know, the 21 year old SISTER of DELTA DELTA DELTA. you know, i overheard someone say that they were SELF-INDULGENT, INTRUSIVE, ARDENT, and AMBITIOUS. but that’s just rumours. EMPTY WINE BOTTLES, A RED CURSE JAR FILLED TO THE BRIM, AND THE SOUNDS OF A PIANO IN THE EARLY MORNING come to mind when i think of them. what about you? [ lily, she/her, 21, est  ]

° . ☽ . hit me up if you’d like to plot ! TRIGGER WARNING; DEATH !

ballet shoes she’s never worn, father’s phone number long forgotten, hands aching from stardust dreams, converses untied and mind unrelenting, & black sheep of a fallen family.

✩ ° . ☽ . ballet shoes barely hanging on. brinley was originally supposed to follow her mother’s footsteps. she was raised to be respectful, proper, and disciplined in order to be a great professional ballerina, just like her mom. it wasn’t that her mom wanted her to be one—her father did. when her mother passed away brinley was only ten years old. ballet was never something brinley thought of trying. yet, her father wanted her mother’s legacy to live on. for her mother was part of a long line of women who reached the highest rank in the royal ballet school--prima ballerina assoluta. so, no matter the fact that it wasn’t what brinley wanted, she tried it. she tried it to make her father happy and surrendered her happiness for his.

✩ ° . ☽ . father’s phone number long forgotten. it took about eight years of ballet for brinley to realize her life was based around something she didn’t love. calloused feet and ice baths became her new reality. competing was her new way of life and routines were her every day. everything in her life was structured and always planned ahead. but one day her friend told her to take a risk--go on a drive to wherever she wanted. there was no planning involved and that was brinley’s worst fear at the time. unfortunately for her, she was swayed and it was the best decision she ever made. that evening she realized there was a whole world out there she had yet to discover. polaroid pictures of mountains and the sun dipping into the horizon kept her company that night. those pictures kept her warm and when she returned home the next day a smile was on her face. and she came to the realization that she liked ballet but didn’t love it enough to commit her entire life around it. her father’s disappointment spoke louder than she ever could. even on the day she decided to finally make a rash decision for herself, he couldn’t even mutter out a single ‘good luck’ or ‘i love you.’ it’s been years since the two have had a conversation that wasn’t seconds long.

✩ ° . ☽ .  black sheep of a fallen family. her father absolutely despises that she gave up ballet. the one thing he wanted to do was keep brinley’s moms’ legacy alive. it was the one thing he could do and he failed to do so. unfortunately for brinley, he blames her. to this day he hasn’t heard her play piano.

✩ ° . ☽ .  hands aching from stardust dreams. when brinley was about nineteen years old she realized her passion for the first time. it took her longer than she had hoped but one night she just knew. one night when alcohol lightly fluttered in her veins, she listened as a performer sat in the middle of the room playing piano. the way the pianist’s fingers danced across the ivory keys to create an aura in the room enticed her. ever since then, she’s been convinced she could to the same. so, she started taking lessons. while it was incredibly hard at first she got the hang of it. within a year of practicing every day, she was able to perform some incredibly tough pieces. brinley was even able to play the song that started her love in the first place. now rather than planning her life with ballet, she’s been playing her life with piano. one day she hopes to be a composer but it’s not easy.

running on nothing but slim jims and cherry cola. her veins filled with liquor her body never handled.

✩ ° . ☽ .  converses untied and mind unrelenting. ever since she stopped living her life by routines she’s been a w i l d one. she gets drunk and high quite often. she spends her days off with no plan. the only thing scheduled in her life are her work schedules, classes, and piano practice. she talks a whole lot and thinks she’ll live forever off of slim jims and cherry cola for breakfast.

will talk anyone’s ear off about piano. like no joke--will tell you about composers and how long it took her to learn liszt love dream.

thinks she’s hilarious and will always laugh at her own jokes. comes into everyone’s life like a very LOUD h u r r i c a n e. 

#clovers.intro #this is hot garbage like yours truly