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“I don’t want to get used to it, I want to get away from it -it’s, whatever. Think you’re ready for the prank war?”
“That hotel was so wicked, I loved it. Eh you’ll get use to seven oaks after a few days”
#i hope you like her too!#im a fan of both groups and neon jungle too! girl power um yes please#cherryredlipss
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“I’d prefer to go back to that hotel. That place was insane. I haven’t spent any real time at Seven Oaks yet -I don’t really want to.”
“I honestly just cant wait to get back to our school, and back in my own bed tbh”
#oh yeah :) my final charrie#You're brining in a lauren? I thought you used her as Anna's fc though??#haha you dont even know what my Camila fc is like yet :P#cherryredlipss
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“I think that’s the same with our camp, so I doubt there’s anything to do about that.”
“Deadalus has like 4 girls and the rest are guys, like how the hell did we end up with all this testosterone in our camp?”
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“I’m not about tent orgies. Yeah but everyone knew who Icarus was, I hadn’t even heard Deadalus’ name until yesterday.”
“Well you never know, everyone has their moments of being hella horny, but not in tents, thats just nasty. Icarus? pffft nah deadalus is where its at”
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“Fucking hell, are you all a bunch of horny rabbits? I swear to god, if I wake up and find myself in the middle of a orgy I’m out the door. Icarus, the best camp.”
“Well, I wouldnt be suprised if people get involved in orgy’s here tbh. What camp are you in?”
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“Dude I don’t know, ask one of the babysitters. Just remember; any more than four and it’s a orgy.”
“With the tents, do we all sleep in one tent or do we sleep in pairs.. cause im seriously confused”
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Travis was still praying that this was all some big mistake, that eventually Ashton Kutcher would jump out screaming his overused catchphrase and then they’d all get drunk at a after party and laugh about how he’d almost believed them. Travis considered himself a realist though and alternatively placed his bet on the hope that if he stayed between the lines for a couple months he’d be released back into society on good behaviour or something to that effect. Somehow his little game and eagerness to impress the blonde walking before him had Travis jeopardising this plan. Walking right out of the safety of the students floor and following Zoey into an out of bounds area. He hated that phrase, ‘out of bounds’, like someone should be able to prevent him from what he wanted just by sticking up a sign on the front of their door. Ridiculous.
“Yeah, yeah. You were right.” He conceded with a roll of his eyes -an action that had become a sort of trademark for the male. Leaning against the wall, arms folded loosely against his chest, he watched Zoey pick at the lock. He couldn’t hide the surprise when the lock clicked and the handle was turned, revealing the most extravagant room he’d ever seen. “Am I supposed to be alarmed or impressed with that?” His attention diverted, for the first time, from Zoey and onto his surroundings. Eyes eating up everything he saw; from the size of the tv mounted on the far wall to gleaming silver of a rolex left unappreciated on the dresser. “Fucking hell. If they can spring for this, why the fuck am I sharing a room with some degenerate downstairs?”
He pushed forward for a while, poking around and picking up random objects upon impulse. Noting bitterly, that the belongings in this one persons suitcase dwarfed the amount of money he earnt all of last year. The thing about Travis was that he’d spent a long time with out a bed of his own. Couches, cars, benches --his back had graced them all. So when he opened a second set of internal french doors revealing the largest, plushest bed he’d ever seen, he completely forgot about their initial motivation for the break in and signalled Zoey over with the tilt of his head. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
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“Trust me, they’re mostly upper-class, middle aged white men,” Zoey said as she casually strolled down the wing of the hotel that students had been warned not to go into. Pretty much because it was where all of the adults that were forced to be around them enough for the sake of their six-figured pay cheques were staying; producers, camera crew, editors, directors, the whole shabang. “That means they’re going to have good shit,” she eventually said, finishing off her sentence as they reached the door at the head of the corridor. Better known as the room of the executive producer. Even the hallway was nicer than the ones the students had access too. The carpet was fluffed, the wallpaper looked like it’d been woven from gold and the faint sound of a hoover thanks to around-the-clock cleaning in this particularly wing could be heard coming from one of the dozen closed doors.
She knocked first, confidentally of course, already with an excuse as to why she was knocking in mind if somebody did happen to open the door. No reply. She knocked again but this time louder, again no reply. For the first time in those five minutes, she turned to her accomplice, Travis, and gave him a satisfied smile, “Told you they wouldn’t be in, they all go out to dinner early. Fat shits.” Her self-satisfied smile didn’t falter as she slid an out of place bobbypin in her otherwise dead straight hair and began to bend it. “I mastered the arts of cartoon criminals by the age of six, hold the applause,” she half laughed, before getting down on her knees and picking the neglected lock – probably due to the fact that card-systems were more up to date.
It took a few moments, but just as she suspected the door swung open allowing them to see the oceanview penthouse suite that sat on the other side. “Well, shit,” Zoey said, “If we can’t find passes for decent clubs in here, then we won’t find them anywhere.” She casually strolled in, looking at everything she passed as if it were an open museum, “you coming?”
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“Yes and I sound amazing. Why, wanna hear it?”
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“So like… do you sing in the shower? You look like the type to sing in the shower.”
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travis: so what would you do if i was there right now?
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“You sound like a riot. Your ‘female assets’ are fine -great even, huge boobs are scary anyway. Speaking of, where’s all the wine at?”
“No, that sounds more like me. Except for what I lack in the department of female assets, I make up for in wine consumption.”
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“Knew it. What was she the goddess of again? Tits and wine?”
“Oh beautiful! You have the real Aphrodite slayed.”
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“Not that insane yet. Since you’re imagining me dressed up as Aphrodite though, how do I look?”
“Are you suggesting dressing up as Aphrodite isn’t getting away from Iceland? I guess we all know what you do in your free-time now.”
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“Why do you have a Aphrodite costume in the first place and wouldn’t you rather take advantage of being away from Iceland.”
“Serious question, if I were to walk around in an Aphrodite costume today - which I may or may not have already brought - and told people that I’ve returned to the Earth bearing a message of an oncoming apocolypse, would it be culture appropriation?”
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“Dude, get it together --you’ve seen pretty girls before I’m sure. Unless you’ve been locked up your whole life, which I’m not ruling out yet.”
“Greece girls are such third degree burns, they could punch me and I would be happy.”
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“Gonna go ahead and burst your bubble, but being honest doesn’t make you an asshole. I thought you and Tweddle Dumb were the campus entertainment.”
“Unfortunately there are no current vacancies for resident asshole at this time but you’re in luck, campus entertainer is wide open. You’re on prohbation.”
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“you sound like a camp counselor. not really, i’m here because of something i did a lifetime ago. it’s bullshit.”
"you get sent here because you fucked up the said life you have to get back to. that's about it."
#me too though#i was making gifs for him today and he's just my new favourite thing to look at#shutupjase
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