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[christian-samuels]

Still here. 

Still missing you all. 

8)

#April 14 2016

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Bleep Bloop

Where did everybody go?

August 16, 2015

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WAIT guys.

What if the TTK Program ended when the roleplay did? The community/government/etc finally got involved and fired/arrested Principal Matthews a week after what was happening in the roleplay. Everything that was building up just stopped.

So, like, with Kit and Allie, they could go back to hiding their feelings for each other despite all of their relationship development. All of the pairs were no longer forced together, so they never did had to act on the sexual tension. Most of them probably ignored each other for a while after that. I’m thinking that this Summer, when they’re all reuinited years after the fact, might be the first time some of them even address what happened during their days in Beaumont.

What if we made a small group roleplay– like, a 2x2(?) or bigger between all of us where we just revamp our old characters? Timeskip? Post-high school? Some characters are on their Summer break from college while the freshmen have just graduated from Beaumont?

(June 2nd, 2015)

#so much angst potential #July 10 2015

[christian-samuels]

What if we made a small group roleplay– like, a 2x2(?) or bigger between all of us where we just revamp our old characters? Timeskip? Post-high school? Some characters are on their Summer break from college while the freshmen have just graduated from Beaumont?

(June 2nd, 2015)

@EVERYONE 

BUMPING THIS BECAUSE TORI IS BACK NOW AND WE CAN REALLY DO IT IF YOU’RE ALL DOWN.

#I MISS KIT'S WEIRD FRIENDSHIPS WITH EVERYONE #AND I WANT TO SEE A REUNION WITH ALL OF OUR CHARACTERS GROWN UP AND SEE HOW THEIR LIVES ARE TURNING OUT #THEY'D ALL BE SO MUCH MORE MATURE #AND IT MIGHT BE THE FIRST TIME SOME OF THEM HAVE SEEN EACH OTHER AGAIN SINCE THE TTK PROGRAM

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I CAN DO BOTH B)

I'm baaaaaack!

#I haven't used caps lock this much since... #like #since i was in this roleplay honestly #i'm 15 years old again WOOooOOOO

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WARNING YOU RN THAT I’M JUST AS BAD OF A TEXTER AS EVER AND YOU’RE GOING TO GET SLOW REPLIES RIDDLED WITH TYPOS BUT I AM SO PUMPED

MY PRECIOUSSS

I'm baaaaaack!

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TORI TELL ME EVERYTHING

I'm baaaaaack!

#ily #//jumping right back into writing I LIKE YOUR STYLE YES YES LET'S HEAR IT

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TORI HOW ARE YOU HOW WAS YOUR MISSION ARE YOU HAPPY ARE YOU HEALTHY I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU YOU REALLY COMMITTED TO THIS AND YOU STUCK IT OUT THE WHOLE TIME DID YOU MAKE ANY AMAZING FRIENDS HOW IS YOUR MOM HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN BACK WILL YOU BE MAKING A NICE BIG LONG JOURNAL POST TO TELL US ALL ABOUT YOUR ADVENTURE I MISSED YOU SO MUCH I’M FREAKING OUT I HAVE SOME KIT/ALLIE DRABBLES TO SEND YOU BUT I WANT TO REVISE THEM BECAUSE THEY WERE WRITTEN A WHILE AGO I’M SO UPSET THAT I NEVER WORKED OUT A WAY OF KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH YOU WHILE YOU WERE GONE BUT IN A WAY I’M KIND OF HAPPY BECAUSE THIS REUNION IS SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL AND EMOTIONAL NOW THERE WAS THIS ONE TIME I WAS REALLY WORRIED THAT YOU WOULDN’T COME BACK OR I’D STOP GOING ON TUMBLR AND NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN BUT NOW YOU’RE BACK AND I’M IN TEARS 

HI TORI

I'm baaaaaack!

:D and I missed you all!!!!

#when ur fave mormon returns to you after the two longest years of your life #July 10 2015

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[June 24, 2015]

AHHHH

ROOOOOOOOOSEEEEE hello hello hello how are you!?!? My gosh, with Tori coming back from her mission within the next couple weeks, we're really getting the whole gang back together.

I’m doing great! I’m in college now and loving life. :’) How about you? Do you still write/roleplay?

#I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR FROM SOMEONE #IT'S BEEN 20 DAYS SINCE MY LAST POST LMAO NOT THAT I'VE BEEN COUNTING OR ANYTHING HA HA HA 8)

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June 4 2015

Wait but dudes can we talk about how much our FCs have grown

I mean

Colin is actually a man now fucking 18 and 6 feet tall and looks even older sometimes in Under the Dome

Elle is almost a legal adult

Emma Watson is a 25-year-old who could pass for a wise queen

AWKWARD BABY LOGAN LERMAN IS DEAD HE IS LITERALLY WORKING HIS MANSTUBBLE SMOKING A CIGARETTE BETWEEN A NAKED LADY’S LEGS LOOKIN’ LIKE AN ARMY VETERAN

casting directors have officially declared Melissa Benoist womanly and badass enough to play a DC superheroine

Rob Sheehan cut off his Charlie Russo hair and grew a goatee and even with his long hair finally growing back he’s still fucking unrecognizable

AND ASH STYMEST....

...actually Ash Stymest looks about the same, to be honest. He has a child now though?

you do you, ashley

#((Ignore how outdated and ugly my blog looks now)) #((I've gotten a lot better with Photoshop so this old design is making me cringe))

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WHAT THE FRICK HAVE WE ALL JUST BEEN LURKING AND WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO POST

GUYS YES TO THE REUNION.

What if we made a small group roleplay-- like, a 2x2(?) or bigger between all of us where we just revamp our old characters? Timeskip? Post-high school? Some characters are on their Summer break from college while the freshmen have just graduated from Beaumont?

Tori’s coming back from her mission soon, guys. We might be able to get the whole family together. Does anyone have contact with Jay? Kad? Tam? Anyone else from the ol’ TTK?

(June 2nd, 2015)

#This is really beautiful guys I'm so emotional I just oh my gosh #Everyone tell me what you've been up to. How old is everybody now how is school going has anyone graduated is anyone in college #How is everyone's writing/roleplaying/art careers are you guys still truckin'? :') #Does everyone still use the same name/alias? Honestly I haven't had anyone on the internet call me Hazel in such a long time #How is EVERYTHING GUYS tell me about your lives and tell me that you're all happy

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jasefuckinglennox replied to your post:TTK/Beaumont Peeps!

Oh my god-

MARIAAAAAAAAAAAA

honestly can’t say I was expecting to hear from someone this quickly

HI HI HI HI HOW HAVE YOU BEEN WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO ARE YOU STILL USING TUMBLR ACTIVELY ARE YOU STILL ROLEPLAYING ARE YOU STILL WRITING HOW IS SCHOOL HOW IS EVERYTHING

(May 30th, 2015)

#jasefuckinglennox #Holy shit I miss you

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TTK/Beaumont Peeps!

Does anyone check this dash anymore?

I’ve been thinking about this roleplay so much lately. More specifically, the community, the creativity, all of the complicated character relationships and actual development that never exists in high school roleplays. Guys, I miss you all so much.

And I’m just reading through my old Christian posts, half crying from nostalgia and half cringing from the shitty writing (it’s like, really shitty writing). It’s nice to know that I’ve grown so much as a writer, but it’s heartbreaking to know that this is how I’m going to be remembered. Someone give me a chance to redeem myself.

Someone tell me you’re still around.

I don’t check this account too often-- maybe once or twice a month when I’m bored or waiting for replies, but I’ve been showing up more and more now that I know Tori’s coming back from her mission soon. If any of y’all are still out there, let me know! Maybe send me your main blog so I can get in touch with ya, or even just a “Like” on this post! It would really make my week to see some life from these parts. :’)

                                                                                                            Best,                                                                                                             “Hazel,” May 15th, 2015

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"And yet, there was always one constant in his life. There was a person who’d been there even before Scout moved to town. There was a girl who greeted him on his first day of Californian school. A blonde, with eyes like his, and a mind like his." (x)

#((I've always wanted to do a flashback Allistian para from when they were cute lil middle schoolers #and he first moved to Beaumont from Seattle)) #((Sorry yeah I couldn't resist posting this.)) #Allison #photo:Allison #m:Allison #christian #Allistian

[christian-samuels]

To Fucking Allison Greene

Look, before you judge, I want you to know that as both an unemployed fifteen-year-old and an angsty teen with too much hatred toward his parents to ask for cash, I did what I could. Bailing my brother out of jail earlier this year took a nice toll on my life savings, but I've been working my ass off selling portraits downtown to raise money, so be grateful. 

When I was at a Night Birds gig last week, I met up with that punk guy who works at the rink downtown. He recognized me from the news back when that riot took place, and somewhere along the line, we got to talking about you. He said you stopped coming by the rink after a fall that broke your skates. I know your family's got the cash to buy you new ones, but I also know they're not the type to say anything uplifting enough to keep you motivated and inspired to go back. So, hey, get back up, and get the fuck back in the rink. I know you used to really dig skating. You'd always bitch about your sore feet in 8th grade, to which I'd respond, "well, hey, if you're going to piss about it, fucking stop doing it." You'd always respond with some half-assed snark about how it's more fun, safe and legal than urban exploration or lighting things on fire or sneaking into punk shows. I'm sure you're more than familiar to those conversations, because I've noticed you seem to remember just as many details about our relationship as I do. It's weird how we do that, but I suppose when two people loathe each other as much as Allison Greene and Christian Samuels, they remember each waking moment that they pissed each other off. Anyway, I hope they fit okay. The last time I stole your shoes and ran away with them, we were in seventh grade. I assumed your size couldn't have changed much since then, because I think that's about the time your height peaked and you stopped growing. I got them in blue because, I dunno, because I think you look nice in blue, I guess. It's less stupid in comparison to pink, and it makes your eyes look nuts.

But, hey, one more thing:

Surprise. I didn't take you to the treehouse for free. You were my model of the day.  I've told you a couple times before that you're my muse, but I bet you didn't know that I painted pleasant things every once in a while, too. 

Merry Christmas. And stuff. I guess.

                                                                                                          --Kit S. Samuels

#Allison #t:Allison #((It's not really a text but I'm tagging it as one because it's a note to her)) #((I think)) #((Not quite sure how this works.)) #c:Allison #christiansart

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Things Fall Apart || self-para

He was essentially a shut-in for the majority of the trip. He kept to himself on the ride there, intentionally letting himself get blocked into seats beside and around awkward students he'd never spoken to before. He stayed in the room most of the time, insisting that he'd been inspired by their location, and was too sucked into his artwork to leave. He left the room to hide in the grimier, less-kept parts of the resort, but only when Allison was in the room. Any of her attempts at conversation with him were immediately shot down or ignored entirely. He still wasn't sure what was wrong with her, or if she'd been making fun of him with all of the all-too-obvious hints she was dropping. The boy was in no mental state to interact with her, and he couldn't afford to have her on his mind.

The shooting had him shaken up. He had the gun and the ambition to try to stop the gunner. He was prepared, and if someone in the school was destined to track down the maniac and put a stop to the terror, he assumed it was him. But he made a stupid mistake; he was spotted, the weapon was confiscated, and even after his heart-wrenching speech, he got himself landed in the detention room for the day, with community service and a job painting family portraits as blackmail, so the security guard wouldn't tell Matthews. By the end of the day, he'd done nothing, and people were hurt because of it. He let Peyton Clark receive a bullet, something he so-arrogantly promised wouldn't happen.

His emotional state wasn't going to start healing very soon after the shooting, though, as Shawn Scoutford was moving. After a year of his former best friend completely and entirely ignoring him, he was hoping to start rekindling their friendship, starting as soon as they both started meeting up in the old treehouse. Of course, things simply couldn't work out that way. Scout's older brother had been hired to film a documentary in Russia, and he wasn't opposed to bringing his brother with him. Shawn had been taken away from the school of madness, and was never going to return. Christian had failed to make amends, and with no contact info left behind, he'd never have the opportunity to. He helped push him away.

Not too long after, Cherry Washington's acting career was already taking off. He was informed that she was going to star alongside John Cusack and Samuel L. Jackson in what would be the biggest action movie of the year. She was moving to Seattle to film, and would be settling down in Hollywood upon her return. Home-schooled, famous beyond any of their wildest imaginations, and with absolutely no regards for the little freak who tried to play hard-to-get. He lost her. He lost his concert buddy, the girl he was trying to fall in love with.

Or maybe not.

She'd left her phone number for him, but he was hesitant to text her thus far. He slipped his cracked-up flip-phone out of his pocket and proceeded to stare at the black screen for approximately ninety-six seconds before dialing her new number. After three rings of delay and a build-up of sweat in his palms, he was about ready to hang up and pursue a new life as a social hermit, but he was greeted by a familiar, feminine "H'llo?" halfway through the fourth ring.

"Hollywood! It's, you know. It's Christian. Christian Samuels. We went to concerts together, and..."

"Doesn't ring a bell..." Cherry's voice responded gently. If he wasn't in a state of depression and panic, he would have realized immediately that she was joking, but everything would be taken literally in his current state.

"What."

"I've been gone for a week, Kitten. You really think I'd already have forgotten my favorite juvenile delinquent?"

"Right, yeah. ...Right."

"Are you okay, Samuels?"

"No, no, I'm totally cool. I just, erm..." Regret filled the room. He had nothing to say, so why did he call her to begin with? Left with no proper subject or reason to be on the phone with her, he improvised. "Do you think you'll ever come back to this pukey little town?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course! I'll come back and visit, like, every weekend. As soon as I finish filming Lunatic Inc., I--"

"Bullshit."

"Kit..."

"You really think you're going to come back to the place where a total of two kids acknowledged your presence or even remembered your name? Once you blow up, you're not going to stop filming new films until your fortieth birthday, when L.A. decides you're not quite young enough to be a young mom, but not quite old enough to be a veteran actress with a great role. With all of your new friends, there's going to be nothing here for you. Even on the rare one day that you're not busy, you'll never want to come here to--"

"KIT." He quieted down immediately. "Is this what you called to tell me?"

"...Nope." He was pushing her farther and farther away with each word that escaped him. He needed to reel her back in, give her some reason to come back before she left him.

"Well, I... I'm sorry, Christian, but I'm just a little busy right now. Just for now! Do you think you could, well, get on with it?"

"Cherry, look, I, uh..." He hesitated, nervously. He wasn't even sure if there was full truth to what he was about to say, but the fact of the matter was that Cherry was his way of weening himself off of Allison. He needed her to stay. "I think I'm starting to, y'know... fall for you."

"O-Oh, Kit..." The tone of her voice made his heart drop, and he wanted to hang up right then and there, and run outside and bury himself in the snow forever. But he didn't. "Why did you choose to tell me this now? And over the phone, no less. Look, I... I'm just sorry. I can't. I like you, Christian, but not in the healthy way. My therapist says this is the absolute best thing for me."

"But..." He stopped himself; he wasn't about to beg. He was pathetic, but not in that way. He'd let her go eventually, he knew he had to. But for the moment, he just wanted to keep her on the phone. "I, um, I didn't know you had a therapist." She laughed a little.

"Probably not. I've noticed that about you. You always think you know people, Kit Samuels. Trust me, you don't have everyone figured out as well as you think."

He was left at a complete loss for words.

"Alright, look, Kit, that was the director. I really have to go. But I'll call you back soon!" She wouldn't call him back. He knew that much for a fact.

"No, wait, Cherry, I--"

"Bye~!"

Silence.

Just like that, Cherry Washington was just one more disappearing act in his life. If he was more of a friend to her, and didn't ignore and insult her as much as he did, maybe she'd have more of a drive to make a cameo in his life, but he'd never exchanged niceties with her.

Without respectable parents, the father figure in his life, alternatively known as Carter, had left him in favor of fathering a child of his own. With all of the blond's responsibilities, Christian would rarely ever hear from him again, not that he deserved it. He'd never been supportive of his brother's noble decision, he never even pretended to have faith in him.

His best friend was moving away, likely for the rest of their lives. Christian contributed to making the school the madhouse that it was. It was more than possible that his riot set off all of the other acts of terror and chaos that took place in the school. He was, again, never a good friend to Scout, anyway. He'd always let him belittle himself. He never lost on purpose or tried to help him feel better about himself, and once he let his arrogance take over when they got into highschool, he no longer deserved the miniature director as a friend. The blue-eyed asshole pushed him away, and that's probably why he was left with no contact information. He couldn't blame Shawn Scoutford for a minute.

Norrie the Rebel could have been his closest friend, the love of his life, and he let her slip out of his hands. More precisely, he intentionally dropped her with his decision to never call her back. He was, again, a tremendous dick who wouldn't let people get close.

Tyler and Catrina were getting closer, and he was preparing to be the third wheel to his best friend and last remaining family member.

Everything and everyone seemed to leave him behind, and day by day, he was losing his ability to stand it. But it took him until this particular week to realize that it was his fault the entire time. He personally wrecked every relationship he ever had before it was given the chance to develop into a real friendship. He let himself tear down every person who'd ever liked him. He didn't run away from people, and they didn't spontaneously run away from him-- he chased them away. Every single one of them.

And yet, there was always one constant in his life. There was a person who'd been there even before Scout moved to town. There was a girl who greeted him on his first day of Californian school. A blonde, with eyes like his, and a mind like his.

And she'd just recently left a real life Christmas present for him, the boy who refused to give her anything but cold glares and verbal daggers. He hadn't bothered opening it just yet; he'd assumed there was some obvious prank waiting for him on the inside, but he deserved whatever insults and jokes the box had in store for him.

Wreck this Journal? That wouldn't be hard. He had a welding torch at home. He was fully capable of wiping his feces on its pages and sticking them to her locker and bedroom window. Flipping through the pages, it was everything he'd expected it to be. Banal, childish, stupid. But maybe that's what he needed. Maybe it was time for him to stop being so pretentious and existential, and start being more of a kid. A kid who has stupid fun and plays around and lets people get close to him. The fact of the matter was that she was trying to be pleasant and joke around with him, and he wasn't doing the same, even when he knew he wanted to.

He placed the journal gently beside him on the bed and continued digging through the tissue paper. The contents of the envelop he found had forced him to suck his lips in, mostly out of embarrassment. The fact that she remembered the band he'd only mentioned once in front of her had immediately forced his foot into his mouth.

Andrew Jackson Jihad. January 15th. Two tickets, as if he had a friend to bring along.

They dropped out of his hands and glided to the floor. He slid onto his back and stared at the ceiling for a few moments to let his brain clear out, then back at the tickets, then back.

The second time he glanced at the bag, he noticed three more sheets of paper, paper-clipped together, peeking out of the bag. Exhaling and mentally preparing himself, he leaned forward again and reached inside.

The three coupons were far too trite and impersonal to match with the other two gifts, and he knew her too well to believe that she'd have put them in there without some other thought behind them. He didn't particularly have a sweet tooth, but he knew she wasn't under the impression that he absolutely hated sugar. The only meaning he could really find behind the three items was either way too far-fetched, or, more likely...

This was some sort of joke. Just like the phonecall, and the kiss, and every other one of her attempts to try to make him like her so she could laugh at him.

Or maybe not.

Maybe what Cherry said was right, and maybe there truly was sincerity behind Allison's niceties. What if there really were some mutual feelings...?

Why else would his words mean enough to her to make her cry?

The fact of the matter was that Allison Greene had done more than one affectionate gesture toward him. Even if he was overthinking the coupons, and they were just sporadically thrown into the bag to take up room, she was still being nice to him. And that meant that the gift he brought for her was officially appropriate.

He went into the school's luggage facility and found his two large, wrapped rectangular prisms, then hurried back to the room with the plans to hide them by her dresser.

Much against his vision, she was standing in the room beside his unwrapped gift when he walked in. Though hesitant at first, he crudely shoved the gifts into her surprised arms, then stared frantically for a second in the awkward quietness of the room. In the split moment that his eyes made contact with her, he'd lost his usual composure and ability to suppress his feelings. With her still holding the presents, he grabbed both of her upper-arms and pulled her in, connecting his lips to hers while the sharp corners of his own boxes jammed into his stomach. He was making up for their first kiss, where he hesitated and made an effort to resist. After satisfying his own impulsive hormonal needs and leaving the girl in a slight state of shock, he pulled face off of hers and left her with a brief glance at an cheerful smile before he turned around and sprinted out the door, leaving her with the presents and his saliva on her mouth. He took refuge after fleeing from the scene by burying himself in a pile of snow. and caught his breath after the mad sprint.

The one time he was expecting it most, the guilt didn't come pouring in. All he felt was a slight euphoria, and a herd of butterflies in his stomach.

And as his pajama pants were drenching from the snow, and his body became covered with a blush and goosebumps, he thought that he maybe, at long last, he'd made a good social decision.

#((Phonecall and plans were approved by both Elizabeth and Jack.)) #((This is so fucking long I'm sorry. I'll post a summary in the ooc.)) #m:Allison #p:Allison #Allison #Allistian #m:Norrie #c:Cheryl #p:Cheryl #m:Cheryl #m:Scout #m:Catrina #m:Carter #m:Peyton #thingsfallapart #selfpara

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Things fall apart, and people change And "I grew up," that's what I'll say To hide the truth that's on display: I cannot make it on my own.

#((Semi-relevant to the para I'm about to post)) #((I like this because it's Allie's music genre and taste in vocals mixed with Kit's really depressing lyrics)) #iPod