Peyton's dorm

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It probably wasn't appropriate to have a party like this when people were in mourning and shit but Peyton just couldn't resist. She'd stolen some alcoholic beverages from her father so she was pretty much set on that front and there was an empty bottle currently in the middle of her floor so they could play a little spin the bottle... Maybe even seven minutes in heaven. It wasn't that she was a slut or anything - she was a virgin for God's sake! She just appreciated pretty people and she liked making out with them, was there anything wrong with that? She didn't really think so but Beatrice was always telling her things like 'you're going to get mono' and 'you're sending people the wrong message'.

She'd asked Esme to make her some appetizers (bacon cheese potato skins, buffalo wings, a big nacho platter etc) so those were currently sitting on her desk just waiting to be eaten along with a row of colorful vodka. Sure, she was underage and so was everyone else but that was really no reason not to drink. She had already drank half a plastic cup of the cherry skittles vodka but she had a little while to go before she really felt it. She, unlike her sisters, could actually hold her booze.

Where was everyone? Maybe it wasn't a good idea to do this during such a sad time...

[Rozzi Summers]

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It had been forever since she had been to a party, and with the amount of depressing things going on around here, she felt like it would be fun. She was supposed to be mourning, but she didn’t really know any of the people that had died, and even if she had known them, to her it always made more sense to try and continue things like they always were after a death. Her logic always told her that the person who had died probably didn’t want you to spend your life mourning over them when you could die at any time, and clearly they understood that you could die at any time since they had just died. Or at least she figured that would make some kind of sense.

Ever since she’d been back at Somerset all she did was study, and sit in her dorm, and well that was boring. It was her entire life before, and she honestly would not have imagined herself saying that sitting in her dorm all say practicing or whatever was no fun two years ago, but now it was. So why not go to a party and do something fun for once, after all she could die tomorrow, and she didn’t want to die a boring person. She wouldn’t have pictured herself wearing this outfit a year ago either, it seemed like all she had owned before were t-shirts and sweat shirts, and while she was doing homeschool she had gotten some time to go shopping with her friends that didn’t go here. They encouraged her to change up her wardrobe.

So there she was wearing a black and white polka dotted crop top, and a pair of skinny jeans, of course her taste in shows hadn’t changed and she would forever go with a pair of converse for footwear. Honestly though, she liked it. She didn’t feel like it was too revealing, compared to the things she had seen some people wearing around the school. She grabbed her phone, and went to find the party she was looking for. She was a little bit early since she was the only one there so far, or maybe the only one there ever, she didn’t know. “Hey, I hope other people aren't too sad to come,” she said to the girl, who was supposed to be hosting this party. Her name was Peyton, she had at least gotten that from face book, before she left for the party.

[Aliana Marie Rice]

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Aliana was in pain. Emotional pain, though, it didn't show much on her face or the way she'd been behaving since she watched Alex die in front of her at the hospital just a few days back. She had him... she had him right there, and for a moment, she thought she could keep him, that everything was going to be okay. And all of that hope, that reassurance, all of it vanished in a split second when she heard that flat line beep. It all happened so quickly, she couldn't remember hearing a sound, and it felt like everything had been falling apart in that moment, even as all the doctors and nurses scurried into the room and shoved her away, to the side to try and revive him... she knew it was too late. She'd lost her best friend. And she couldn't even cry about it because Alex seemed to be all she had, the only person she could cry to, be vulnerable in front of. Nobody else made her feel like it was alright to be emotional, weak, so she hid it, and she was doing a pretty damn good job of it at that time.

Hearing about Peyton's party, Aliana jumped at the opportunity. She needed to get out, needed to escape all these emotions, forget about being sad and just drown her sorrows in whatever there was to drink there, she just wanted to stop feeling anything. Aliana wanted to be numb. So, she got dressed in whatever revealing clothes she got, squeezing into a floral bustier and high-waisted shorts, propping a leather jacket over it and slipping into a pair of combat boots, before finding her way to Peyton's dorm.

Walking into the room, she knocked on the door slightly, even if it was open, bringing attention to her arrival, "Anybody home?" she asked slightly, a small smirk on her face, lingering against the door frame for a second before walking further into the room, taking a scope around and her eyes lightening up when she saw all the alcohol set up on the table, "Ooh, Skittles, gimme!" she smiled to herself, reaching over for a cup and not hesitating to pour herself some.

[Geronimo Oakley]

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Geronimo honestly didn't know much people, not personally, but he knew most of their names and that was all that really mattered, right? He was a chill dude, he was sure he got along with most people anyway, so crashing this party wouldn't be such a bad thing. Besides, there were probably some hot chicks there. He was tired of seeing everybody so depressed lately, wouldn't everyone who died want them to be happy and have fun? No need to make things all gloomy and dark. Sure, he was a little worried about the fact that his stepbrother had gotten shot in the head at first, but the fact that Michael was still alive after that was pretty damn badass. That wasn't a tragedy, that was a fuckin' accomplishment right there, and accomplishments should be celebrated. Of course, he tried to persuade the younger Russel to accompany him to the party, but the guy wasn't up for it, so, naturally, Geronimo just went by himself. He didn't need Michael to party -- more girls for him.

He tried his best to look nice, rolling up the sleeves of his red button up to his elbows, adjusting the collar in the mirror, before heading out the door, nodding his head along to the beat of a song that played in his head as he strode over to search for the correct dormitory building where the party was supposed to be held at. Scanning each and every door until he came across what he was sure was the right one, he peered inside. Not too many people, but at least they were all female.

Geronimo half-grinned, "Heeey, ladies," he nodded, dipping inside, smiling and nodding to each girl, nudging Aliana in the back as he passed by her at the table, "Pour me one, yeah?" The girl rolled her eyes at him, but obliged anyway, and Geronimo took the cup as she handed him one. He turned to Rozzi and Peyton, smiling, "How's it going?"

[Skylar Carlli]

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Skylar knew that he should be mourning or whatever. Gin was nice, and well she was a pretty good friend, but to be completely honest he wasn’t as close to her as Jon was, and he definitely wasn’t as close as Gavin. He felt bad for those two, he however seemed to not be completely bummed out by this whole thing. He had never really had anyone die around him, and the only way he knew how to deal with things was to not think about it. That was the easiest way to deal with it right? Skylar had been safe the entire time that the shooting was going on, and he was thankful for that, because he wasn’t scarred emotionally like people that had watched their friends get shot, and holding the bodies of their dead friends in their arms sobbing, and hoping that some fairy tale like scene was going to take place where the dead friend was going to come back to life. However it didn’t happen of course and people needed some time to adjust to missing their friends. He understood that.

Honestly he admired Gavin for being so strong, even if he was trying to give him space, because he wasn’t good at comforting people. Maybe that was why he decided to go to a party, because he felt like he couldn’t be of any help anywhere else, and sitting around being bummed about it wasn’t helping anything. He wore a pair of jeans and a black t shirt with some converse, and sunglasses even though the party was inside, he might as well look cool. Although they ended up hanging from the neck of his shirt before he even got to the party. He said hey to the girls that were already there, and then looked around at the party. So far there wasn’t many people there but there was food and you couldn’t go wrong with food and skittles flavored alcohol right? He poured a glass and took a handful of chips and shoved them in his mouth.

[Jacob Leyva]

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Jacob didn't particularly like most kids at school... then again, he didn't dislike them either, even if a lot of them did. But who were they to judge? If he wanted to be anyone's friend he would make it happen, but it was rare for him to willingly get into that social scene, not unless he wanted anything out of anyone. And tonight... he was kind of looking into getting it in. It had been what, months since the last time he'd hooked up with a girl? Talk about a dry spell. He hadn't been feeling it, especially with all these chicks getting pregnant, wanting relationships. Jake wasn't into that. He needed a one-time deal, something that he could forget about later and maybe pick up once or twice more but leave at that. Was that too much to ask? Commitment definitely wasn't his forte and he wasn't trying to get into that now.

Deciding he should at least try to go out and make a deal of his looks, he'd made an effort to slick back his hair and get dressed, pulling on a tank and shimmying into a pair of jeans, stepping into his shoes before heading out the door to make it to that Peyton chick's party. She looked hot in her profile picture, so the girls there shouldn't look all too bad, either.

Hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked into the room, he looked around at each person. Not a heavy crowd, but he was sure more kids would pop in soon. He nodded at everyone, raising an eyebrow, "Heey..." he said, trying to fain some enthusiasm.

[Vincent Prince]

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Vince had been silent. The world had been dark to him since he heard the news about Alvin... of course, his parents, Alvin's adoptive parents, their birth father... they were all there to support him, to be the family he needed, but, Alvin... Alvin had stuck with him through forever. Even when they were separated, they kept in touch, they made a deal of it, that they wouldn't be apart for long. When they found out they were attending Somer together, it was the happiest ordeal for the both of them.

Death wasn't something Vince handled very well, and that was clear, after the way he reacted when Tegan had died, in what he believed was in his own hands. Alvin made it clear to him that it wasn't his fault, but Vince was still traumatized to have known that he could have been the one that didn't make it. He shouldn't have survived, not after the way he used to treat people. Alvin was the only person who brought him back down to earth and reminded him of how he wasn't horrible, that he had these positive aspects about him that made it so, he didn't deserve that. Vince didn't deserve to die, he didn't deserve to have bad things happen to him. But, without Alvin, who was there to show him that? Who could tell him everything was okay? That he wasn't to blame?

If I had shown up just five minutes earlier... if I hadn't had to take a fucking shower I would've gone there early and we'd both be fine.

But Vince didn't want to think about it anymore. He hid it, buried it beneath him, even if the doctors had the facility had told him it wasn't healthy, that's what he did. He was there so he didn't have to think, just do, do whatever it took to feel numb, emotionless.

Walking inside now, he plastered a huge grin on his face, "Hey, everybody," he greeted, walking further in, "what's up?"

[Rozzi Summers]

She was in the middle of trying to figure out why indeed the grape bottle of skittles vodka was not in fact purple, when someone said hey. She wasn’t going to drink it though. She knew that she didn’t handle liquor well. She wasn’t sure what to say, other than responding back with another hey, and that seemed pointless. “You seem happy to be here,” she said to the boy who had said hey second. She wasn’t quite sure of his name. Or anyone’s name. She knew Vince because he was friends with Wyatt, and Skylar of course, but most of the people in this room were people she had only seen walking around the school. Faces but not names. She probably had seen them on face book before or something like that. There didn’t seem to be many people here, and she wasn’t sure what to say, so she said the first thing that came to mind.

“Would someone like to explain why the Grape one isn’t purple?” she motioned towards the skittle vodka, as if it was the most mysterious thing ever.

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Peyton knew that she had written that the invitation extended to everyone but she really didn't think that Rozzi fucking Summers would have the balls to show up. She didn't necessarily hate her as she had very little reason to but she didn't respect girls like her. Girls who give 'everything' to a guy who cheats on them and then blames the girl like she had something to do with it. Sure, Esme had been at fault in the whole Max and Rozzi situation but that still didn't give Rozzi any right at all to hate her. Why waste all that energy on hating the other girl when you can put that into something good? Or hating the guy? He was the one who couldn't control his penis.

She looked the redhead up and down with a glare before mumbling, "Whore" under her breath. She didn't actually know if this girl was a whore or not but she didn't know any other insult. She actually didn't even judge people for being whores. Her older sister had obviously been one at one point and she understood that having sexual intercourse doesn't make you a bad person. It just means that you have enough respect for yourself to share your body with other people - no problem with that. She just wasn't comfortable doing that yet. "Hello everyone!" She didn't want to make anyone feel unwelcome!

Other than Rozzi, of course.. She didn't mind if that redhead bitch felt uncomfortable. "Who wants to start playing? Everyone get into a circle." She didn't' want to be a bossy hostess but she wanted to get this show on the road. She was just really hoping that she would get to kiss a hot tamale like Geronimo or Skylar.