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*makes a jerking off motion every time someone with authority talks*

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aiinsworths‌

                    parker bites his lip, unsure of how to respond, and it hadn’t been the first time she had rendered him SPEECHLESS. she was fearlessly flirtatious, another thing that completely differentiated the two, and aside from zephyr or june or emma hyping him up like the close friends they were, he hadn’t received compliments so openly since … well, his last relationship. it made him feel special, sure, but he still felt … AWKWARD. but he knew paige was just teasing, and it made things a little easier to handle. “we’ve surprisingly got a lot of those – virtuosos. who knew music had such world-dominating potential?” he jokes back. 

parker watches her jostle through her bag, letting out a chuckle – it’s almost comical how random and messy the things that appear are, like she’s digging through a bag in those cartoons that never seem to have an end to their capacity. “my guitars?” he repeats, a wide smile appearing on his face as he eyes the sheet. the drawings are incredibly impressive – parker had always admired her talent. “paige … these … are AMAZING. really cool,” he says, assuming that she wants to keep them. “this doesn’t mean you were thinking of me, does it?” maybe he should try the flirting back thing – it didn’t hurt to try.

“hardwick’s class is a snooze-fest anyway, you’d bring some much-needed entertainment into the room,” he responds, waving off the importance of education. he SWORE she was a bad influence on him, even if he did try and hold a strong front. “if you decide to not to attend, and want to go on a ride, i won’t be long,” he says, walking out of the elevator when it reached his floor, glancing back at her with a friendly smile.

– “OH, I KNOW,” PAIGE ACKNOWLEDGES, “and, parker, i hate to break it to you, but music just sounds nice. imperium is just pretentious about it. maybe next time they invite someone a little more punk, you know, someone who really shreds, i’ll change my mind about that.” not that jazz music wasn’t nice, but she certainly wasn’t about to drop acid to it or anything. “although, i do like you best, don’t tell the rest of them.” she hardly knew the rest of them, so perhaps it wasn’t MUCH of a compliment. 

paige nods, nonchalant, “yeah, they’re cool.” she passes the sheet over to him, “you can have them if you want. as long as you promise to let me design your first tattoo.” she probably wouldn’t hold him to that. his response catches her off-guard for a moment (but only for a moment) since parker NEVER flirts with her. turns red? sure. dismisses it? likely. but she grins, nudging him, “'course i was, but this time i promise my thoughts were g-rated.” 

“ooh, parker ainsworth, talking shit about a teacher, never thought i’d see the day,” she muses, wheeling her bike off of the elevator. “and inviting me to skip class?” paige mounts her bike and rides down the hallway. “i’m in. but while you do that, i’m just gonna tell hardwick hello first. meet you back here in ten,” there’s a wicked grin on her face as she rides off in the direction of her classroom.  

#* / interactions ! #ft. parker

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hvrpersferry‌

“thankfully no to both, it was about that animal crossing game, also did you see they’re making yet another live action disney movie? i’m still salty over mushu not being in the live action mulan. but aladdin was honestly breathtaking.” harper smiled after her long winded ramble, not meaning to have gone off on such a tangent. 

“you weren’t in a rush anywhere were you?”

– “NO, BUT I’M SURE IT’LL BE COOL,” paige shrugs. “i don’t really watch movies.” she can’t sit still long enough to enjoy them. a six-second vine is honestly a bit much for her. so, she’s not always up-to-date on every pop culture trend, not because she doesn’t know how, but because she can’t find the interest. “no, actually, i’m never in a rush,” paige adds with a grin. “why, what’s up?” 

#* / interactions ! #ft. harper

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missricci‌:

cognac-coloured irises thrum with curious light; they catch whichever brightness they touch, be it sun-rays or the street-lights, and turn it into flame. her digits — which had been pulling her jacket taut around her frame — relaxed, before delving into her pockets for what her dad would call, disapprovingly shaking his head, a ‘bastone del cancro.’ quite literally a ‘cancer stick.’ hyperbole, even when it isn’t, doesn’t faze milena: “hey, my fucking lighter’s gone and broken: please tell me you’ve got a light. you’ll be my saviour?” (a flutter of eyelashes.)

– “YUP,” PAIGE NODS, DIGGING ONE OUT OF HER POCKET. hot pink and decorated with homemade stickers. one of many. “you can bum a light if i can bum a cigarette,” paige shrugs, sitting down beside lena. “it’s sort of the least a privileged imperium society member could do, huh? or are my dirty plebian hands not good enough for your high-class cigaretes?” a slight laugh. she’s not bitter. 

#* / interactions ! #ft. lena

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anselmattison‌

he would always have an appreciation for those who seemed to understand him a little more than most people did, and also those who definitely knew how to have fun. it seemed that paige’s whole agenda was fun and where she could find it next, and that was always something he could get behind. “sure i like you, but i can’t help but feel like you’re underestimating me a little.” he chuckled. “are you really going to class? i’m sure there’s something better we could find to do.”

– “IF I’M DOING ANY UNDERESTIMATING, then you should prove it,” she says with a shrug, not afraid to challenge him. she has no doubts that he won’t get her in trouble. ansel’s never been the type to uphold the law. “i mean, i was bored so i was considering it, but,” she leans over the handlebars to look up at him, “i’m definitely open to other options. you’re free right now?” 

#* / interactions ! #ft. ansel

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eskewe‌

there’s a moment of him just kind of staring at her, obvious confusion painting his face for a split of a second. then, he opens his mouth, lets out a laugh. “oh my god, no way!” he’s suddenly amused, even more than before. “i thought we were just gonna be shading each other the whole time! so i was just gonna be, like, mean to you and stuff, but now you’re offering me drugs?” he just assumes that’s what she’s on about. “do i look like a junkie addict right now, is that what you’re saying? eugh.” he’s putting up a character, just so he can then break it and replace it with a different one. a moment of silence. “where can i buy the methamphetamines?” tone serious. 

– PAIGE FURROWS HER BROW, contemplating whether she’s got time for whatever level of bullshit this is. whatever it is, she can certainly make out that he’s mocking her for whatever reason, and that’s really sort of irritating since she DOES offer a service to the people. “think i liked you better when you were mean to me,” she shrugs, unable to follow his changing moods – or characters. “first of all, i have no idea what you’re doing, and second of all, even if you’re joking, i wouldn’t help you get meth. you have really nice teeth, you don’t wanna fuck that up. consider it a favor.” 

#* / interactions ! #ft. elias

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#paige & zephyr

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anselmattison‌

ansel was blissfully minding his own business for once having just exited a class; sauntering down the halls like he had no care in the world and making his way towards the elevator. there was something he had left in one of the classrooms the other day and was on his way to fetch it when suddenly a bike stood in his way, a female figure joined to it that he instantly recognized.

“ouch,” he muttered, feigning hurt. “imperium fucks, huh?” he tilted his head. “i don’t know, paige… i might have to let something slip for that one.”

– “YOU HEARD ME,” SHE SAYS, and she doesn’t back down, regardless of who she’s speaking to. paige’s draw to ansel mattison is solely in the interest of her own amusement – and he never disappoints. even if she isn’t too fond of the elitist squad as a whole. he seems to get her and her desire for recklessness – he’s never asked her to show a little more feeling or care about people for once. it’s easy with him. “come on ansel, we both know you won’t do it,” paige claims, unable to keep the cockiness out of her voice. “you like me too much.” 

#* / interactions ! #ft. ansel

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aiinsworths‌

                  while he could have felt jealous of the friendship that zephyr and paige had, parker was secretly glad that his roommate had someone to go on adventures that would have been a little out of parker’s comfort zone. it certainly got zeph off parker’s tail about sometimes choosing to stay in and focusing on his music some nights, and paige wasn’t half-bad company, either – even if she seemingly had perfected the way to get parker to blush. this wasn’t any exception. “yes, i’ll admit, the bike was making it a little hard to focus on anything else,” he concedes with a lighthearted chuckle. “you and i have different opinions of fun, but i’ll give it to you. it’s a challenge,” he says, entering the elevator with her. “was going to meet up with an advisor. something about an opportunity – a music opportunity,” he corrects before she could assume anything else. “what about you? what’s your plan for locking this thing up?”

– “OF COURSE, THE BIKE,” she concedes with a knowing smile, tapping the handlebars for good measure. despite her aversion to imperium as a whole, she loves parker and zeph – for a girl that was so transient, their room was like a home to her, and she spent many nights laying on their floor talking about stupid shit. paige admires and adores them both. “if you ask nice, next time i’ll let you ride on the handlebars,” she offers, following him into the elevator with her bike. “ooh, of course, only the best opportunities for imperium’s virtuoso,” paige teases, stopping short. “that reminds me, actually – i...” paige trails off, suddenly digging through her backpack. it’s a mess of loose papers, trash, art supplies, and other miscellaneous things, and it smells pretty loud. eventually, she pulls out her folder, digging through until she finds the right sheet of sticker paper. “i was with zeph the other day and i made these – they’re your guitars. they look pretty sick, i’ll admit it,” she says.

paige rests her foot on the pedal of the bike, shrugging. “i was actually going to ride it into class, i thought that’d be funny – to see the look on hardwick’s face, but...then i realized i’d have to actually attend class, so i’m reconsidering.” 

#* / interactions ! #ft. parker

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hvrpersferry‌

There was never a time she was without her phone, nose always buried in it, thumbs flying away, or if the screen wasn’t on?She was fidgeting with the popsocket on the back. Harper found herself replying to all the texts the accumulated over her last class period, because as much as she was on it she liked paying attention in class, and was headed to the dining hall. 

The one thing that she did possess that saved her butt a lot though, was that she could always see in front of her, or at least sort of tell when someone was in front of her. So when she sorta noticed a body in front of her, Harper lifted her head with a smile, waving her phone at the other person slightly, “Did you see what’s trending on twitter?”

– “NO, I DIDN’T ACTUALLY,” PAIGE SHRUGS. she’s pretty tech savvy, she enjoys a good emoji, but she doesn’t always have her head buried in it. “it’s not furries again, is it? or some bullshit about american politics?”

#* / interactions ! #ft. harper

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aiinsworths‌

                  he couldn’t believe what he was seeing – was that a bike in the hallway? with paige bradley wheeling it through the crowd? it seemed as though his reaction was not unique; every single person in the hall had turned their heads, doing double-takes at the girl as she approached and subsequently passed parker in the hall. “what the fuck, paige?” he asked with a laugh of disbelief, catching up with her pace.

parker shook his head, wondering how she had the balls to do something so bold. throughout the time he had gotten to know her (mostly, through the time she spent hanging out with zephyr in their room), he had grown to admire her for her boldness. “i’m not going to say anything, but you realize like, three dozen people just watched you wheel your bike down here, right?” he kind of wished he had the idea first, but he knew he would never have the courage to actually go through with it. it’d certainly fix the bike theft problem – he’d had to replace his wheels twice already.

– PAIGE MAINLY KNEW PARKER AS ZEPHYR’S CUTE, BUT UNFORTUNATELY ALTRUISTIC ROOMMATE. he wasn’t exactly the sort to join them in their hijinks, but he’d never looked down on them either. so, she didn’t mind. “so, you admit you were watching me?” she says with a wink, more interested in getting a rise out of him than anything else. “but yes, i can handle a little attention.” in fact, she sort of thrives in it. “it’s honestly more fun to ride here, it’s like a mini obstacle course? higher stakes too, considering the obstacles are other students. and teachers who’d probably like to write you up.” paige shrugs her shoulders. “anyways, where’re you headed?”

#* / interactions ! #ft. parker

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eskewe‌

the smirk turns into this sickly sweet smile that rests on his lips while she speaks. eyes never leave her face, expression reeks of artificial positivity–– sugar and spice and everything fake. “i can tell!” he comes off almost enthusiastic. with that attitude, he follows into the elevator. “naw, that’s a tricky one. i’m afraid it’s a permanent addition, keeps me upright.” a simple statement as he presses the button. “what about you?” it sounds like a casual conversation you’d have with one of your pals. “do you also excel in any.. advanced forms of nuisance, or just petty bitch stunts?” 

– PAIGE CAN’T HELP IT – SHE’S A LITTLE AMUSED. she loves the drama of his enthusiasm, his flippant nature. it’s funny to her. “well, i’ll give you that – your posture IS impeccable,” she teases, “though it is a real shame they couldn’t make it more comfortable.” she walks into the elevator with the bike, leaning up against the back. “what advanced forms of nuisance are you talking?” she inquires, “because yeah, whatever it is, i can probably help you out. probably for a price.” she assumes he’s asking because he needs something. test results, a convenient prank call, illegal substances, whatever the hell else.

#* / interactions ! #ft. elias

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emmaawoodss‌

glancing up from her phone, emma narrowed her eyes on a girl she never has seen before. she was out of breath and clearly in a rush but that’s not what caught her attention. “you’re speaking to an imperium fuck if you’re going to talk shit, know who you’re talking shit about.” she responded, not appreciating the other girl’s attitude. there is definitely a group of students who extremely dislike the imperium society, those who envy it and those who don’t care. it comes with being apart of an exclusive group but that doesn’t mean emma brushes it off her shoulder when others have a problem. “imperium society doesn’t make the rules, the headmaster does, if you have a problem that you don’t have access, bring it up with him.” she put emphasis on the word ‘don’t’ but knew no matter what she said the stranger would disobey her regardless and she wouldn’t be made a fool of arguing back and forth for no reason. emma didn’t mind sharing the elevator, she never thought of herself more worthy than others, but if other people caught on and started to rebel against the society, would there be a society even left?

– PAIGE FURROWS HER BROW, SURPRISED THAT EMMA DOESN’T EVEN RECOGNIZE HER. “yeah, i know who i’m talking to,” paige says with a grin, “that’s why i said it. used to be one of you, but i guess the second i leave, i’m just another blip in your radar. goes to show how pretentious you all really are about it, huh?” it had always been clear to paige that she didn’t fit in, she’d just joined because she COULD. but she didn’t have any special talents unless she counted stirring up trouble, and while she was decent at art, she wasn’t the next banksy or whatever the fuck. “i have brought it up with him, actually, we’re old friends,” paige says with a slight laugh, not feeling at all guilty about what she’s done to warren. “anyways,” paige says, turning the key, “all aboard.” 

#* / interactions ! #ft. emma

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eskewe‌

just watching her from the distance makes him uneasy. something about that bike, about the way she barely manages it through a crowd of people screams hazard. so, when she approaches, he’s more than ready to just turn around and sprint for his life. that is, until she seemingly slows down and takes up the entire handicapped spot. then he can breathe in peace. eyes rest on her, lips pressed together and brows furrowed. a somewhat exaggerated grimace that eventually turns into a smirk. “mmm, yeah, absolute. or, you know, you could just go and park somewhere else? just saying. think about it. you’re being a bit of a cunt right now, missy.” 

– “WELL,” PAIGE TURNS TO HIM WITH RAISED EYEBROWS, “maybe being a bit of a cunt is sort of fun. you should try it sometime, actually, i quite like it.” she turns the elevator key and presses the button, waiting for it to ding and the doors to slide open. “you can ride with me once you pull that stick out of your ass, if you want.” but she doubts he will – she recognizes him from these imperium things, and, long story short, she could probably run him over with her bike. 

#* / interactions ! #ft. elias

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avismaha‌

━  “hey, i know these are tense times,” said avis to her schoolmate. “i was thinking of taking some weight off your shoulders. do you want me to ghostwrite a thesis for you?” truth be told, she was also just incredibly bored and craving some stimulation. they probably weren’t the most apt emotions to be feeling in the midst of everything going on in the university, but at least it would help some people, right? “it’s alright, you don’t need to pay me. i’ll ghostwrite for free.”

– “WOAH, AM I DREAMING?” PAIGE TURNS TO THE GIRL who previously, she hadn’t given a second thought. “yeah, of course you can ghostwrite a thesis for me. granted, i’m not really sure what any of my homework is, but i’m sure you can find a thesis to do in there somewhere, if you want.” paige shrugs, tossing her backpack at avis. “oh, shit, hold on,” paige pauses, digging out the pencil case that contains her pot and sharpie markers. her backpack still reeks. “okay, it’s all yours.”  

#* / interactions ! #ft. avis

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– YOU CAN RIDE BIKES ON CAMPUS. but not indoors. there’s bike racks outside for that. bike racks that paige has conveniently ignored as she barrels up the west wing, shouting, “get out of the way!” it’s in part because she’s late to class, but this isn’t the first time she’s done this – it’s just fun. there’s something about it that just feels wrong that makes it laughable.

she parks her bike at the handicap elevator, but not without almost hitting someone, fishing the keys out of her jacket pocket. “yeah, i know, the elevator’s only for imperium fucks or kids with broken legs, but uh,” she puts a finger to her lips, “don’t tell anyone, okay?” after all, what is she supposed to do? carry her bike up the STAIRS?

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hi, & welcome ! so, paige is a muse i’ve had since i was like 16, so she’s seen many verses and faces over the years, but i missed her and wrote a bio for her in this setting, so i thought i’d test the waters. she has a BIO, STATS, & a PINTEREST, but all her good intro stuff is under the cut. like this to plot or message me if any of the wanted connections grabs your interest. 

(sydney sweeney, cisfemale) PAIGE BRADLEY, the REVELER, is TWENTY and a JUNIOR. SHE is majoring in GRAPHIC DESIGN. They are not part of the Imperium Society and from the outside, they think it’s FULL OF ASSHOLES. I often see them around campus PISSING OFF THE ADMINISTRATION. They remind me of CHERRY CHAPSTICK, A BLUNT BEHIND HER EAR, SKINNED KNEES, AND SHARPIE MARKER GRAFFITI ON THE DESKS. (kati)

TL;DR

ok, paige has big chaotic gay energy and this VINE is her 

essentially, paige grew up in the USA until she reached high school when her mom moved to edinburgh for a job – a job teaching philosophy and sociology at ashcroft university

her dad is a police commissioner so she’s really In It with all of this ashcroft drama

but she grew up in small town USA and despite her parents being strict rule-followers, she was really the opposite? she went through babysitters faster than underwear (is that a real saying?), caused trouble in class, but was always just a little too smart to get caught – her primo move is pinning the blame on someone else

she’s the sort of person who always has a lot of friends because she’s a lot of fun but they never really stick around for long because no one likes being manipulated into trouble all the time

paige sort of just lives to have a good time, fuck the consequences, which is a tiring way to live, so she really doesn’t give a fuck about a lot? 

she really didn’t plan to go to college and she was going to travel all over europe until there was an incident at her high school – she essentially sold a freshman drugs and he had an overdose

her parents helped her get out of trouble but in return, she had to go to COLLEGE, at the school where her mom teaches – ashcroft. she doesn’t really fit in too well with a lot of the other kids because she’s not “posh” and doesn’t really care about school that much. 

how does imperium come into the mix? well, paige does a lot of things to amuse herself, and imperium caught her interest. she was bored, so one day she tried to join. this came in the form of BLACKMAILING warren on some old shit he did so she could come hang out with the society.

honestly, she didn’t really fit in with them and they bored her after a while – at least, that’s what she says when people ask why she left. but, there was someone there that she had a really genuine connection with, perhaps her first and only real relationship, and she doesn’t want to deal with being in the same room with them and their friends every damn day.

she was really close with lydia, they were sleeping together, but she believes lydia is fine. 

HEADCANONS

she’s a graphic design major and her art is really stylized and graffiti-esque. she tends to draw all over campus and always has sharpies with her, you can see her doodles everywhere. she also makes stickers handmade, which she sells but also pastes around campus.

her sexuality is really undefined and i think she just doesn’t care enough to define it? like, she’ll be attracted to whoever she’s attracted to and she’d like to leave it at that. 

SHE CANNOT DRIVE. however, she does all the time. she does not have any sort or license or skill, but she loves to get behind the wheel of anything. 

always has a broken bone or scraped up something. she’s a huge klutz and a bit of a ditz, but it’s mainly because she doesn’t care enough to be anything else. 

can be super insensitive and callous, mostly because she doesn’t think about the fact that other people have feelings? even with her own shit, so she’s definitely said things about quentin that rubbed people the wrong way. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

The Ex: this character is in the society and paige’s only real relationship – they were probably very close and paige fell HARD. things went sour for whatever reason – maybe paige’s inexperience in relationships or nervousness to commit (she could’ve done a number of shitty things to them), but she quit the society because of them 

opposites attract friends: like, a really cute friendship where paige is crazy and untamed and this friend is a real rule follower, but somehow they compliment each other? they reign paige in and she gets them out of their shell. 

partners in crime: these two are TROUBLE together, always fucking off and having fun, and whenever people see them together they know to run probably 

friends with benefits: idk, they’re fucking just for fun. most of paige’s sexual relationships are like this because um, she’s never going to commit to anyone and she just wants to have a good time. this could be with someone as chaotic as her or with someone who’s really different than her.

an almost? will-they, won’t-they?: there’s definitely feelings there, but paige’s always been too flighty, unwilling to be tied down, or maybe the timing’s just always been wrong so nothing’s ever happened between them. they’re probably really flirty and cute, they’re probably good friends too, maybe paige has even made other relationships difficult for them bc their s/os always get jealous. 

a project: someone paige is desperate to see loosen up and have a good time, so she’s trying to entice them out of their shell. probably someone paige wants to eventually use in some of her schemes but...she also just wants to see them smile and live a little.

friendship that went sour: paige used them for one of her pranks and threw them under the bus afterward. they realized how little they really meant to her and there was a fight and a fallout. now, they HATE paige, but paige probably doesn’t really care?

someone scorned: paige probably slept with their partner and ruined a relationship, so they hate her. or, maybe they slept with paige and ruined their relationship FOR her only to find out that she was pretty disinterested in committing to anything. 

also down for childhood friends, crushes, squad, smoking buddies/detention buddies, roommates, whatever else we can drum up. 

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