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OOC thread here~

R u l e s;​

♥ No godmodding, unless you’re Fuzzy or Jayn.​

♥ No graphic sex scenes, duh.​

♥ No anime characters for appearances, I will freak out.​

♥ No copapasta of any one elses work into your own role plays, Google will find you.​

♥ No killing anybody, fights are cool though.​

♥ No guessing who the killer is obsessively, because we’ll kill you next if you do that.​

H o w t h i s w o r k s. <3​

★ There are currently NO slots open, not for any particular characters, but just as a limit.

★ There will be a lottery system. The killer is randomized and won't be randomly selected until further in the role play. Fuzzy or I will private message this person. The killer is among you. But you don't know that yet.

★ You can die. You characters are not immortal. How often does that happen in a role play? Yes, deaths are randomized too. The characters will be killed off, until of course the final few are left. When a character dies, Fuzzy and I can/might bring them back somehow in some plot twist. When you die, your character goes to the Graveyard, and you're allowed to make another if you'd like, however you must talk to either Fuzzy or I first. There are limitations. ​

Still for it? Cool; Continue.

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So, I heard you’re not going to be too busy this year for Christmas. Well, wouldn’t it be nice to get away for winter break? Have something to do besides get drunk and make mistakes (or at least not alone)? You guys are close to or in your senior year and it’d be nice to be away from the parents too. Flaunt your independence and junk. So what better way to spend your otherwise lonely and pathetic winter break than to go out of town for a few weeks with your friends? Well do I have some lovely news for you all. Let’s just say that you’re not disgusted by that annoying, rich, stuck up fake-brunette from class (Angela). It couldn’t hurt to pretend to be her best friend forever for winter break at least. So lucky you! You’re invited to go chill at a ski lodge and party hard. Don’t worry about trashing the place, Angela’s parents own it. Think of it as payback for all of the drama she puts people through. You’ll be surrounded by classmates, beer, loud music and equally hormonal teens of the opposite sex.

Better yet? Transportation is provided, by limos. Which means no struggling to drive in the snow and no blowing money on gas. (Also, no escape.)
Unfortunately, there are two things to this that might be a little bit of a downer. One, you’re one of the teenagers who can’t leave that particular night. Whether it be just sheer desire to stick around for longer, or you missed the limos, whatever the case, you’re not going anywhere after the party is done. I suppose, luckily, since Angela’s parents own the ski lodge, you’ll have free rooms to stay in. So it can’t be that bad, even if there is a massive snow storm hitting around that time. It’s on a mountain, what do you expect?

Secondly…well…Considering the fact that I, Jayn, am a sadist…Of course…Your life kinda, maybe be in danger. What if you wake up after night of partying to an almost empty ski lodge? What if it’s just you and the others who couldn’t go? No maintenance, no management and no Angela. Okay, so maybe the Angela part is good.
Actually, I lied, it’s not. You see, Angela’s there…I suppose if you’re religious she’s not but her body is there. Get it? … You’re really rather slow, aren’t you? She’s dead. Sprawled out in the lobby, staring with her dead eyes at the ceiling with a knife lodged in her heart. All for theatrics, really, but there’s a note wrapped around the knife.

“Ready or not, here I come.â€

I’ll be honest with you, at this point I’m just convinced that you have TERRIBLE luck. First of all, Angela’s dead, you couldn’t leave when everyone else did, you got stuck with people you may or may not be too fond of, Angela’s dead, the phone lines are cut—the skii-lifts aren’t functioning, you’re in the middle of a snow STORM, Angela’s dead, you have no service. Worst of all might be that after a while, you begin to realize that there is virtually no one else but you all and that one of you MUST be the killer.

So, who did it?​

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✦ Stock up on food.

✦Figure out a way to get out of the resort.

✦Make it down the mountain, alive.

✦Make it through the forest, alive.

✦Find your way to civilization, crossing frozen rivers, sliding down icy slopes and not freezing to death or becoming lost and crazy in the snow.

✦Find out who killed her (and the other because at this point most of you will be dead).​

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November, 30 2010​

//Dєαтн: Just innocently lurking...For now. <3

August 2nd, 2011​

//Dєαтн: RIP; Jensen.~ <3
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--★ Limos. That was the first motivator. I’ve never ridden in a limo before, I’ve never even physically seen a limo before. Have you? Let me tell you, it’s liberating. There’s a sort of royal air about it—sort of like, “Hey look at me! I’m in a limo, how about you?†I’d normally not be such a prick about it but what can I say? I felt freakin’ famous in that thing. So this girl pays for celebrity transportation to the nicest ski lodge I’ve ever seen, and she provides a DJ and drinks? Not that I ski much, or do any kind of sports really. Played volleyball for the first three years of high school, that’s it. Couldn’t take it anymore—huge disappointment for my athlete parents, by the way. God, I’m glad to get out of there. Another perk. So this really can’t get any better for me honestly.

Oh wait, yes it can. My boyfriend, Jake, is going to be there. We would have ridden in the same limo together, but frankly sometimes a girl needs some girl time, yeah? It gets a little hard listening to his philosophical intense-ness all day every day and absence makes the heart grow fonder. Don’t get me wrong. Jake and I have been dating since freshman year, and I don’t know what I’d do without him. But eh. I don’t want to think about that, really. Tonight is about fun. <3

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Teenagers. Sweaty, drunk, filthy, sin-indulgent teenagers. Jessica loved it. It was more of a fascination than anything—at least she hoped so. Something about how primal it all seemed, when no parents were around, when school didn’t matter, when there was no shame involved. The way people changed, transformed, adapted to each other. But there was only one teenager she was looking forward to seeing. As she weaved through the crowds of people, (getting a decent amount of alcohol spilled on her hip in the process), she kept an eye out for him. The lodge was huge and warm enough. The entire place had been rearranged and cleared out for the party, and Angela had disappeared sometime after the ski-ing portion. Jessica wouldn’t have known if she had gone skiing or not, considering the fact that she didn’t ski or snowboard herself and instead enjoyed a nice ride up the lifts with some girlfriends, sharing lattes afterward at in the cute little café at the top. Because she hadn’t stuck around to participate in those activities, she found it even more discouraging that she wasn’t seeing Jake around yet. She and him had been texting each other earlier in the day, before darkness fell, but as soon as they hit the mountains and trees, signal had been cut off so she could only hope that he had stayed like he said he planned to.

Soon she had weaved and worked her way passed the DJ and his turntables, passed the couches
and chairs set up, the poker games, the make out sessions, around the corner and passed the stairs and front desk. Moments from giving up and figuring he had gone home early, another possible location came to mind and she straightened her top, slipping to her left and passed the glass double doors there.

Her fingers tips brushed absently against her arms as the cold hit her, a shiver shooting up her spine. She had left her winter gear inside and had forgotten how cold it would be out, not that she had been planning to look out here. But something told her Jake would be here, whether it was to be deep, anti-social and thoughtful or just because he was smoking. Of course it was the latter. Cigarette pinched between his lips, eyes averted, smoke and fog from the cold dancing about him. If she had drank anything, the scene might have made her cry with it’s surrealism.
Instead of speaking initially, she quietly brought herself closer and further out onto the patio, leaning against his idle arm and sharing his warmth.

“Lonely?â€

It was a joke, of course. She didn’t think Jake had much of a problem being out here alone. It was her who was probably craving the most attention, but even if he hadn’t been here she would have stayed. Just to enjoy how bright the stars were, how warm the cafe on the other side of a half frozen lake looked, and the smell of winter.

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Sammy knew that Angela was loaded, but she had never thought that she was this loaded. The limo ride was amazing, and she felt that she was actually fitting in, save for that awkward moment, when she insisted on drinking soda instead of alcohol in the limo. She made an extra effort to be thankful to everyone: the limo driver for bearing with the group and job, the people who invited her for inviting her, and she tried to find Angela to thank her for allowing Sammy to be at this party. Considering that Sammy is considered a nerd. She could hardly wait for the skiing, but she also made sure to stay close to the group, afraid that they'd leave her behind if she wasn't careful. However, Sammy hid these fears and insecurities behind her laughing face, full of joy on this trip. Until the night party. It appeared that most everyone at the party, drank, did drugs, or smoked. Or variations of all 3. Which was illegal, considering that most of the people here were not of age to smoke, and absolutely not 21. And of course, drugs were illegal. When she walked around, she was offered multiple times to try it. Why did I come?

 

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o A terrible sight,
We're scared tonight.
Dying in a winter wonderland...

She appeared on his right, so Jake's right cheek drew up in a half smile as he tilted his head too her. Both his hands were gone, hiding in the depths of his green, puffy hoody, an odd fur trim around any holes on the jacket's surface. At her approach however a hand made contact with her smaller one, drawing her to his slightly warmer side as his gaze drifted back up to the clouds. Eyes following the trail of skyward smoke as he dragged their combined hand up towards the dancing stars about. "You see it..? Right up there? By the Big Dipper?" To anyone else, this random pointing would seem like nonsense. But to them, it meant something.

It was his first gift to her. A star so big and bright it rivaled Jupiter's sight on a clear night. He'd named it, "Sica is out and so clear from up here.." There was an awe in his voice, as if he couldn't believe that she was his and that if you went to a high place with few lights, the view of the sky was a grand vista for your eyes to cruise. His chest rose as he took another puff. The cold not seeming to bother him as the snow swirled and moved around the two teenagers, unmoved by the gesture or stars above them.

 

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"Haaaaaa~" was the neatly dressed boy's only sound as he quickly opened the balcony door, walked back inside, and closed it behind him, leaving the group of new acquaintances outside to resume their illegal activies. Jensen Hartley was dressed for the party scene: a black shirt with a bright red tie over it, a black button down shirt was open over that and its collar flat, dark blue pants, and spiked up hair. I wonder how many balconies one building needs...balcony kind of sounds like bologna, he thought to himself as he walked towards the blaring music with a beer in hand. "Can anyone make me a bologna sandwich?" He asked his beer as he raised it to his face and looked at the logo. Not receiving an answer, he asked the beer mentally if it thought bologna was spelled weird. Still no answer, so he shrugged and started drinking his beer again, trying to keep his balance as he moved through the crowd. He normally hated beer, but he had enough liquor throughout the night that he couldn't even taste the beer at this point. That, plus the reason he was outside and had a dry mouth, made the beer more than tolerable. His red eyes scanned the crowd as he started moving to the music. It was more of a dramatic swaying that looked awkward, especially with the beer still pressed to his lips. A few people grinned at him once they got a whiff of the air around him, a whiff an innocent child might describe as pinecones...but pinecones didn't make one high.


After a few moments, he realized he was dancing with someone. The person's rear end was making so much contact with his crotch, his pants were the only thing keeping him from violating the girl. This party just took a turn for the better, he thought as he eyed the back of the girl's head. Her long black hair was proof she was a girl, as he couldn't see her face due to her grinding on him from the back. He placed his other hand on her waist and swayed to her rhythm, enjoying it. One hand on her waist, the other in the air holding his beer, his crotch against butt, and the goofiest grin on his face, he was enjoying every second of this party. He couldn't make out the words to the song, it was just one big buzz to him, just as the view of crowd was a blur.



" You're a good dancer," he said, slightly timidly, to the girl in front of him, his goofy grin faltering.

The girl looked to the side and in a deep voice, replied, "Thanks. I'm Thomas by the way," and winked.

It took Jensen a good ten seconds to realize what was going on. "Ho-ly..." he dropped his beer (although he wasn't the only one doing it that night), and jumped back, bumping into a girl who screamed a very choice word at him. "S-Sorry, man!" Jensen said, shocked as he stumbled back, falling into a chair after losing Thomas. "That was a guy!" He said loudly to no one in particular as he stood up, only to fall over onto the floor. "This party just took a turn for the worse!"

OOC: Terrible header, but oh well B|

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Slighty timid, Mike walked into the party with Luna wrapped around his arm. This had been the first high school party that he had been invited to but that was only because he was Luna's guest. He was surprised that she was invited to this kind of party at all, considering their social status at the school, but that didn't seem to matter. If he remembered the story right, Luna was somehow a relative to Jessica; not close enough to be a cousin but still able to get an invitation via their parents. "What do you want to do now," Mike asked Luna, failing miserably at being cool. After a soft giggle, Luna said "Do we really need a plan, it was just a party."

At the refreshments table, a young man who looked like he played varsity football just handed them a pair of dixie cups with a urine-colored liquid inside. Beer, Luis thought as he slowly took a sip. Luis and Luna appeared to have similar actions to the drink: Before it could reach their throuts, the meer taste of the beverage caused them to gag it out of their mouths. Luis felt sick to his stomach; he couldn't understand why anybody woudl drink that stuff.

"I'll go dump it in the bathroom," Luna said as she took his cup. "I'll be right back, 'kay?" Luis didn't fight her propisition; in fact, it made his plan a lot smoother. When Luna was out of view, he pulled out a purple box from his jacket pocket. He opened the box, revealing a small ring that was meant for Luna's hand. Even though they dated for only a while, they were great friends six middle school. Luis quickly hid the box and the ring in his pocket again as he leaned across the table, hoping that there would be some kind of drink with no alcohol in it.

 

Alex casually walked into the ski lodge, his body wrapped in layers of clothes and jackets. It was colder than he excepted out there and when he accidently dragged some snow into the limo, it didn't help either. Along with the cold in his boots, the limo driver shouting before was aggrivating. He took off his layers and hanged them up on hooks with the other jackets. He was excited, this was only his second major high school party. He was a guest, invited by his senior friend.

Alex saw the people dancing and talking and felt...odd. He soon realized that he was the only junior at the party, or so it looked like. He wanted to try and mingle with the other seniors, but decided it was best not to. Alex spent most of his time just wandering until he finally reached the refreshments table. He grabbed some chips and a soda. He also saw another liquid there. 'Beer...' Alex thought. He was tempted to try some but thought it was wrong because, one, he was underage and, two, he didn't want to get in trouble with anyone at the party (not like anyone would care though).

Alex sighed as he saw couples walk by here and there, most of them kissing or holding hands. Being the only junior felt bad enough, but being alone too made him feel even worse. He couldn't find his senior friend who invited them either so he had no one to talk to. 'I guess this party isn't going to be as fun as I thought.' Alex thought. He finished his Mountain Dew, grabbed another handful of chips, and sat down in a small chair by the refreshment table.​

 

Sammy found a comfortable emo corner towards the very back of the lodge. It was hard to find a place to hang out that was far away from the party without actually going outside. Besides that, most of the corners were taken by couples or random people making out ferociously as if they'd suddenly found their soul mate and could not bear to hide their passions for a moment longer. She made a face, disgusted by the scene before her. Sammy tried not to dwell on past grudges on this trip, after all she was here because Angela allowed her to be. And it was impolite not to feel somewhat thankful, however, since Sammy was alone now, the past crept back into her mind. She remembered the time when Angela humiliated her in front of many people at lunch in sophomore year by finally asking, whether she was poor. It was because she kept wearing just about the same clothes day after day, year after year, until it was finally senior year, and she was still wearing them. Sammy had frozen up, shocked by such a direct and uncomfortable question. No answer? I suppose you're poor then. Here's a 20. Angela had said. There's my charity for the month. Hahahaha... Sammy shuddered angrily at the memory. Her fists clenched tightly in rage kept restrained. No. You're at a public party. Don't embarrass yourself. Sammy reminded herself. She breathed out slowly as she simmered down. When she had arrived, she had searched for Angela for 10 minutes while looking around for anyone she knew. I suppose it's a good thing I couldn't find her. We haven't talked since then. We never really talked before that either.

 

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"What?!" Casey practically shouted above the noise of the music. But it was no use. There was a person yelling at her for grabbing an entire bottle of strawberry kiwi flavored vodka but she shrugged them off and turned away, grabbing an empty shot glass before heading off. Finding a secluded corner, she sat down with her back against the cool wall. Though it wasn't cool at all inside. She was sweating profusely, mostly from the previous activity of dancing. But even if she hadn't been dancing, the cackling fire certainly made it toasty.

Taking off the cap of a newly opened bottle of alcohol always sent a shiver down her spine. To her, it was exciting. And the first whiff she got of it just made her crave the drink even more. At the moment, she was completely sober. Hopefully, in the span of thirty minutes, she would be able to become filthy wasted. The empty shot glass lay beside her, and she ignored it - she wouldn't need it anymore. Placing the cap to the vodka next to it, she glanced down into the clear liquid and a sense of calmness overwhelmed her. Pressing the open bottle to her lips, she took a swig of it, the burning sensation making its way down her throat, causing her to close her eyes. A soft 'ahh' sound escaped her lips when she took the bottle away.

Twenty minutes later, the bottle was over half way gone and Casey was feeling the effects of the alcoholic drink. Taking the cap, she placed it on top of the open bottle, not bothering to tighten it close. It's so hot, she thought to herself, using the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Using the wall to support herself, she stood up and directed her attention to the door. I need air. She began pushing her way through the tightly packed lodge, not taking the time to apologize for bumping into people. She just needed out. It felt almost as if she was having a heat stroke, but she knew she wasn't. Opening the door, she stepped outside, hit with a breeze of cold air. It felt so good on her damp skin.

Stepping outside, she walked a few feet before she felt spent. Looking at the snow, she noticed how soft and fluffy it looked and thought that it would be a good place to take a nice nap. Sitting down on the snow, she laid back and immediately regretted this decision. But the thing was, she definitely didn't have enough willpower to pick herself back up. Rolling over onto her side towards the ski lodge, she was glad she forgot to close the door behind her. "Help!" she called, hoping that someone would hear her. "HELP!! I've fallen and I can't ge-!" Laughter refused to allow her to continue. Moving back onto her back, she began to make a snow angel, waiting for someone to come out and help her out.

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After staring at the ground before her, trying hard to calm down, Sammy finally noticed a girl get up shakily and made her way back into the crowd. The girl was obviously drunk and Sammy was somewhat worried that she'd get herself hurt. She looked to the side and noticed a bottle of some kind of alcoholic drink. The cap was on, but it wasn't screwed. There's still a good amount left. It's going to spill and be wasted like that. Even though, Sammy hated the fact that everyone was underage yet still drinking, she hated it more whenever she saw something wasted. She quickly screwed the cap on a little more tightly before someone could spill it. Then she returned to gazing at the floor. The girl hadn't returned for a few minutes, but Sammy didn't like guarding anyone's belongings for long. Picking up the bottle, she got up and began to trudge through the crowd slowly as most of the people were grinding and making out on the makeshift dance floor. She had taken note before that the girl was blond, was anorexic skinny, and was wearing a striped shirt. While sifting through the people she gazed around, looking for her to give her the bottle back. However, she quickened this process when she began hearing soft cries for help outside. When she finally reached the door, she shivered as the icy wind bit right through her thin jacket. The sweating from being inside so long didn't help. Sammy looked down at messy delirious heap of the girl. She had made a significant snow angel on the ground. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? You'll surely get hypothermia like that. How are you not freezing?" Then Sammy remembered that alcohol was a depressant, and that the girl's nerves were likely not working properly. She sighed and crouched down to be closer to her level. "Do you need help?" she asked her just in case she was perfectly fine, despite calling for help before. If this was the case, then Sammy would just give her the bottle and go back inside. She was now freezing.

 

--★ Okay, so as true as my previous “absence makes the heart grow fonder†speech was, I still feel like a pretty big hypocrite. I couldn’t even begin having fun until I found Jake, and if I had found out that he went home then I would have probably found my way back too. Does that make me clingy? I don’t know whether to feel cute or pathetic. But seriously what the hell do you expect? Four years of being around
someone constantly and…frankly, it f’in sucks to be away from them. Besides that, he’s so sweet. Who else do you know who names stars? STARS.

Oh, by the way, I don’t approve of his smoking habits but I’m not going to bug him about it. Tobacco kisses aren’t as bad as they say. ~ <3

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Immediately Jessica’s eyes locked on the twinkling stars above, cold fingers laced with Jake’s warmer ones. She nodding quietly towards the sky, eyes scanning and memorizing the scattered shapes and patterns above the two. Her lips curved just slightly into a small content smile before her attention left the circle of stars and reality seemed to settle back in. The muffled bass resumed, beating rhythmically into her chest, the cold bit at her skin and the time began moving at a quicker pace. The reason being, of course, some drunk chick sprawled out on the snow now. She was yelling something obnoxious, but

Jessica merely narrowed her eyes in the direction as a fairly awkward girl came out to help her.
She sighed, squeezing Jake’s hand instinctively and noticing that she recognized both of those girls. It wasn’t like that wasn’t to be expected, they went to school together, but Jessica didn’t necessarily feel like getting caught up in conversation…especially with Casey looked a little lost. Without asking, Jessica began to tug on Jake’s hand, using her long hair to hide her face and jabbing Jake softly at his side, signaling subtly that he should put out the cigarette and come inside with her before anyone started a conversation with either of them.


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o A terrible sight,
We're scared tonight.
Dying in a winter wonderland...

The half smile quickly turned into a knowing smirk on his face. And no matter where she was leading him, he'd have followed. Four years of an intertwined life would do that to a man. Especially one as in love as him. Jake flicked the cigarette bud in the direction of endless snow and didn't watch the path it followed or the place where it landed. He squeezed her hand and moved faster in his pace to get and stick by her side. With that done he began to sing softly in her ear, "Is it the look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice?" An insignificant song to most, but to them it was their current "Love Song" of the moment.

As they reentered the scene of the party, he felt his eyes readjusting to the light and bringing his gaze away his lover he was able to see that the party was reaching it's maximum. Which meant they came at the right time. The music was exciting him, giving blood to his heart. And even more warmth in his hand as he took hers and gave it a loose grip. The beat was fast, much too fast, and he was a kidder, sometimes too much of a kidder. But that didn't stop him from bringing Jessica's slim frame into his arms, from drawing her waist into his hands, and from gently rocking them in time an invisible slow song. Whether she liked it or not.

 

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Jensen pushed himself up off the floor, and realized he no longer had his drink. "Let's hope the next one takes me to a girl..."He mumbled as he walked around, bumping into people. He walked through the dancing crowd, all of them a blur to him. Trying to fit between two couples dancing a bit too close to each other, he raised his hand to divide them, only to stop and pull his hand to his face, focusing on it. "Whoa..." the lines on his hand...he raised his other hand and placed it palm-by-palm by his already raised one. "Holy ****! They make an S!" He said loudly, amazed that the lines on his hand were identical and when he placed his hands side by side, a thin S was clearly visible. He dropped his hands, amazed at the discovery and continued walking through the crowd. He finally reached the cooler and opened it. "Hmmm..." he looked at the contents. "S...for...Smirnoff!" he decided and pulled out a black cherry smirnoff. It was way too cold for him, but he could barely feel the chill in his influenced state. He felt a small gag building up in his throat and decided he should drink the alcohol outside.

He made to one of the many balconies the resort had, once again thinking of bologna. The chill of the air hit him again and he wondered who would win in a fight, the Smirnoff or the snow. He leaned over the balcony and thought about the stars as he looked up at them. "Aren't you beautiful?" He said as he held the bottle in front of him, trying to open it. It took him a moment to realized he was twisting the bottom, not the cap. Noticing his mistake, he tried to turn the bottle, only to drop down into the snow. It was like slow motion, it must have taken the bottle ten whole minutes to drop. Jensen watched it, his jaw dropped a bit for each foot the bottle fell, before moaning loudly, "Nooooo!" and reaching into the air, hoping to bring the bottle back. It landed right next to a girl in the snow and someone else trying to help her. "Can you help me out here? She has legs!" He yelled to the other girl. "Help me instead!"

 

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“Who cares, baby? I think I wanna marry you.†Being as serious as she was being playful, Jessica offered him a small smile, eyes glimmering and a bright emerald color hiding some secret emotion. Not wasting a moment longer, her fingers locked between his softly, thumb gently rested on the back of his hand as they made their way back through the lodge and melded into the sea of teens. Instantly flooded with heat, her body only relaxed further when his arms wrapped around her waist, a tender sigh departing her as she leaned back into his movements. She was holding back, of course.

Jessica had noticed something about herself way back towards the end of Sophomore year, and that was her addiction to feeling. The desire to use every sense in an almost exhausting way; to sharpen and perfect and indulge in the sights, smells, tastes, sounds and sensations around her. She was very careful not to enthrall herself to far into something, especially in public, for fear that she would lose herself. It wasn’t a problem exactly, she could just be fairly reckless.

She closed her eyes, playfully matching her hips to a different rhythm then that of the song currently blaring around them, humming along as loudly as possible, sinking further into Jake’s grip and briefly wondering how they might spend the late hours of the night together. Her face flushed, but she would merely blame the heat of the lodge for that if he noticed.



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o A terrible sight,
We're scared tonight.
Dying in a winter wonderland...

Jake softly nuzzled his head into the brown curls of the girl before him. Inhaling her scent, letting that smell stay in his system like a drug. In a way it did, it certainly blocked out all other smells surrounding him. And he was thankful for that, thank for for her. Softly he broke away from their odd intimate dance. Taking her hand and starting up a move that could only done right there and now. Though the dancing they did was not made for it. He made sure to keep her hand connected to his, being selfish as lovers can normally be. His smile was even brighter despite the multiple colors flashing down upon them from the ceiling, his active body working the chill of winter out of him.

He could dance, and so could she. He knew and of course let his own almond colored eyes hit her in full charm effect. He couldn't help it, he was happy, so his eyes showed it. When they got closer and brushed each other. Or when he had her circle him like they were doing some kind of dance from Elizabethan times before breaking out the dancing of modern times. Jake loved it, he loved her. And for that, this drunken mess was the best party in the world.

 

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The snow angel got significantly bigger as she worked, and a small giggle escaped Casey's mouth. She didn't remember the last time she had actually played in snow, and although it was by herself, she was still have a blast. Snapping out of the daze, though, when she heard someone speaking to her, she opened one eye and noticed a girl kneeling before her. "Oh, silly! I am completely fine!" she slurred out, sitting up in the snow. Her head immediately felt dizzy and she actually regretted drinking that much in such a short amount of time. Directing her gaze downwards, she noticed the bottle of vodka in the girls hand. Her bottle of vodka (okay, so maybe it wasn't her bottle of vodka, but she had finished the majority of it so it could just be considered hers for now). Reaching out, she practically snatched the bottle out of the girls hand.

Just as she was about to reply to the girls question, she heard something land with a soft 'thud' next to her in the snow. Looking over to what had dropped, she saw an unopened bottle of Smirnoff laying in the snow. Leaning towards her, she held out her arm that didn't hold her own bottle of alcohol, and grabbed the unopened one as well. Hearing a voice call from up above, she looked directly up into the night sky, seeing nothing. "God?" she asked, her eyes getting wide, still unsure of where the voice had come from. But when she heard it again, she followed it to the balcony and saw a boy there. He was obviously not sober - probably worse than she was. "How about you come down and get it?" she called up to him, wondering if it would even be possible for him to make it down there. The thought of him stumbling around, attempting to make his way to his unopened bottle made her laugh, and she looked at the girl in front of her, not even completely sure as to who it was. "You should be nice! Help him down!" she practically shouted to the girl, not meaning to. "I'll stay here and guard the drinks."

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Mike was releived when he saw Luna slowly coming his way. He spent the last ten minutes thinking about formulas that could be on the upcoming Caluculus test. "x is equal to neagtive b plus or minus the squared root of b-squared minus 4 times a and c, which is all over 2 times a." He worked hard to get into a good college and eventually have it to where Luna wouldn't hvae to work if they got married. She was the one person that seemed to ever be close to him. As the music got louder (and the crowd became more intoxicated by booze and other substances), the crowd became louder and more rowdy. A popular dance song began to play as everyone began to jump around. Luna, struggling through the crowd, couldn't reach Luis. Luis tried to break through the large crowd to find Luna but ended up at the back door.

"Maybe she'll find her way outside," Luis said to herself. He knew that the best place to be when you don't like big crowds is outisde. He stepped out to see a couple of teenagers, playing in the snow around a couple of worthless, broken shards of glass. He decided to make his way to there; at least it was something to do while he was waiting for Luna's return. "Hey, is everything alright here?"

 

"I don't believe you are fine. I think you're- oh right. I was trying to find you to give it back to you. You're welcome." said Sammy sarcastically as Casey snatched her beloved alcohol from her hand. She was about to continue her speech about how Casey should really get back inside before she gets sick, but then another bottle of alcohol suddenly appeared, nearly landing on Casey herself. Sammy was surprised that a bottle of alcohol could fall from the sky and was actually thinking along the lines of what Casey suggested when she asked if it was God. However, Sammy thought this was funny, even though she was half believing it as well and giggled as they found out it was actually another boy on the floor above them. "I think that bottle belongs to him." she pointed to it as Casey clutched it as well as her other bottle. Sammy didn't believe that Casey was just going to guard them. It was obvious she was going to drink both of them, but Sammy let her be and left to go back inside and help the poor guy get down. "I'll be up in a moment." she called. When she entered through the door another boy questioned about what was going on and if anyone needed help. "Yes. I think she needs to get inside and pace herself with drinks, since the, uh, Smir-Smirnoff belongs to a guy that's upstairs and needs to get down. I'm going to go help him. You can stay here and watch her and try to get her inside." Sammy replied before making her way to the stairs where other couples were making out or passed out from too many drinks.

 

Alex yawned as he grew more and more bored. Not even the drunk teens and the loud, ear piercing dance music could lift his mood. He looked back to where the door heading outside was. Because the teens were dancing so much, they exerted a lot of excess body heat that made Alex feel uncomfortable. Not like the hard, small chair that you are sitting in uncomfortable, but clothes sticking to you like hot glue uncomfortable. Alex quickly got up and headed for the outside door. He only put on his sweatshirt (in case he got too cold), opened the door, and headed outside. He saw other teens there, confused about why they were out there.​

 

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Jensen felt his cheeks warming up in the cold. Was it the alcohol or was he blushing? And why the did the snowflakes look like little white dots instead of tiny crystal stars like in the pictures? "Don't you dare open my drink, little girl!" He called down to the blonde. "That," he pointed to the drink, "is," he made an S with the lines on his hands again, unaware that only he could see it, "mine!" he patted himself in the chest twice, nodding his head quickly. "Now...where is the other girl? I don't need help getting down there!" He thought as he held the railing tight. "Hm..." He wondered how far down the fall was as he swung a leg over the railing.

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