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[JORDAN BAILEY]

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A light sigh of contentment escaped from between Jordan’s lips as she stared out through the window of her dorm. Gray-green eyes drifted across the snowy grounds, taking in the scenery. Slender fingers reached up to brush back ebony hair, today accentuated with red streaks and extensions. Her eyes were, as per normal, lined with black liquid eyeliner. Mascara and red eyeshadow had also been applied, the eyeshadow matching her hair. And, of course, it looked good on her.

Jay was, as on most days, rather bored. To be honest, she hadn’t a clue what she could do. Not at the moment, in any case, though she was sure something would come to her soon enough. Chewing her lips slightly, she turned around to face her dorm room. Looking around the mess that was her stuff, she contemplated places she could go, things she could do. There were several different places that were available for her to go, whether or not it was against the rules. Like anybody obeyed the rules anyways. It was stupid to think that anyone would, to be honest.

With a soft ‘Hmm,’ Jay walked over to the closet and pulled out one of her many bags, this one her favorite Hello Kitty bag, at least. It was black with a large outline of a box separated into four. The line that outlined it changed colors; from blue to purple to green to yellow. In each box, there was an outline of Hello Kitty in different colors, only the bow, nose, and eyes colored in. In it, she placed her cell phone, iPod, and sketch pad, as well as with a few pens and pencils. So she wasn’t sure if she’d be drawing, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared, in any case. Jay placed the bag by the door before heading into the restroom to brush out her hair and to straighten it. Sure, she had straightened it in the morning, but it had gotten a bit messed up since then, so it needed to be straightened again. Hey, don’t diss how she did things, it’s likely she’s more awesome than you.

Fixing her bangs in the mirror, she removed her green gummi bracelets and instead put on a silver charm bracelet and a Hello Kitty one. Yes, she’s obsessed with Hello Kitty. Get over it. Stretching her arms, she pulled on her yellow paint splattered-looking DC brand shoes and slipped on her bag before skipping out the door, pulling it closed behind her.

Jordan almost hated walking normally. Seriously. Sure, she was uber clumsy and would probably fall, or at least trip, before she got to wherever she was going, but just walking was plain boring. Who wanted to walk around when you could walk oddly or skip, which was more fun anyways. So down she went the hall, skipping and attracting odd glances from those that saw her. But those that had seen her before realized it was a common thing, and didn’t pay too much attention to the silly girl. However, they still paid attention because...well, she was an odd one, that was for sure. As she skipped, she started to hum, because she was musically obsessed and couldn’t help but to hum the songs that ran through her head. Well, unless it wasn’t a good time to do so, but in situations that it was acceptable to randomly start humming, she’d be the one to do it. Just because she was obsessed with music. Which may or may not be a good thing. It just depended.

Suddenly, Jordan took a turn, heading towards the bell tower, the idea to go there all of a sudden in her head. Sure, the tower was technically out of bounds for students, but it wasn’t like anybody followed the rules anyway. Or that the teachers honestly cared, because they really didn’t, and it was funny how it was expected for them to follow the rules. They were high schoolers. Did one honestly think they would obey the rules. Besides, it wasn’t like there was anything guarding the bell tower. It was stupid to think that, without a guard or some sort of preventive measure, people wouldn’t go to it just because it was off-limits.

Jay climbed up the tower, her breathing becoming ragged as her somewhat short legs had to keep lifting. There were waay too many stairs here for her liking. Especially since they were a potential hazard for the girl. Being clumsy made almost everything a potential hazard. ”YACK!” was the screech that issued from the junior’s mouth as she fell forward. She flung out her slender arms to catch herself, but she still fell all the way down, nevermind the fact that her arms were supposed to prevent that. Sitting up on a stair, she inspected the damage. Nothing too much. Bruises, of course, but there were several on her body already, her healing power not able to remove bruises. That was one weird thing about her limited healing abilities...it wasn’t like removing bruises would be too hard, but she still couldn’t make them go away. There were a couple of scrapes on her knees that she quickly healed, leaving only a thread of white in its wake, which would go away within a few hours time.

Standing up, Jaybird sighed. There was no way she’d make it up the stairs without falling again. Taking a look around, she unfurled her wings, jumped slightly, and took off. Luckily, it was large enough for her to fly in. Or else she’d have quite the trouble trying to fly, though the edges of her wings did sometimes brush the edge, though that was more because of her crooked right wing.

Finally, the fallen angel arrived at her destination; the vast room at the top of the bell tower. She easily landed on the ground. Okay, that’s a lie. She stumbled rather violently as she touched the ground and folded her wings to fit securely against her back once more. Jay glanced around to make sure that no one was around to see that, and, satisfied, she walked over to one of the window. The view from the bell tower was amazing, to tell the truth. Suddenly inspired, she dropped her back and pulled out her sketchpad, a pencil, and her iPod. She fit the earbuds of the iPod in her ear, hit play, put it on hold, and stuck it in the pocket of her yellow and black plaid skinny jeans. Opening the sketchpad, Jordan flipped to a clean page and then stared out at the view of the grounds.

Pink tongue peeking out from between her lips in thought, she began to sketch, her pencil moving across the page, her concentration on making the sketch as good as possible. Her gray-green eyes flickered from the view to the paper in front of her, not paying any attention to anything around her. Just hope no one tries to scare her...she’d be frightened shitless. Or well...they probably wouldn’t even have to try.

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WHO’SINVITED?
open

HOWMANYWORDS?
1,117

THEMUSIC
that “the littlest worm” song Cx

THEOUTFIT
clicky hurr

THENOTES
yeah....kinda crappy. i guess? er..yeah.<3

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[BLAIR KEYNES]

THIS NIGHTS A PERFECT SHADE OF DARK BLUE DARK BLUE
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM?

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It was official. Winterthorne Academy was offically re-opened. It had been closed for quite a while due to a vast number of disappearances and killings, but it was truly re-opened. Did a certain hundred and something year old vampire care that there was a killer on the loose? Nope. Blair Simona Keynes was never one to care about other people. The hundred plus year old (who looked around the age of eighteen) knew how to take care of herself, and frankly, she wouldn't mind some rather annoying people on campus to suddenly - poofed. But, that was negative thinking and although she was in the comfort of her own dorm room with her roommates out, she knew that some people were lurkers. She had to be careful at all times at what she thought, she definitely didn't want people thinking she was the murderer.

Blair had been in her dorm all day, not doing anything in particular. Listening to music, going on the computer, texting and talking to the dead were just some of her every day activities. Yes, you read the last interest correctly. Blair Keynes, talked to the dead. But, oh no, she didn't just talk to the dead. She saw them, could control them and (if she was in the right 'mood') could raise them from the grave and bring them back to their corpses. Although, maybe long lost souls hated returning to their corpses, so Blair refrained (well, tried to) from doing that. And this was all because Blair was a necromancer. Blair had just finished talking to a little girl who had appeared in her dorm, she had died in 1809 and was doomed on the earth for all eternity blah blah blah. Blair was just annoyed she was stuck comforting the little girl about her past. And, although Blair wasn't exactly the nicest person around (far from it, actually), nobody could just tell off the dead. Even Blair wasn't that mean.

Blair had summoned the girl away after a long 2 hour talk about how her father had strangled her and how she was neglected. The young lady resisted the urge to send her back to the grave because well, she had the power to do that. Don't get her wrong, she loved her powers. Enhanced senses speeds and strength were things that came with being a vampire, and she loved them. But, when your trying to write a 40 pages history assignment and a ghost just pops up and wants help, its kinda hard to love that particular power so much. And then, there was her last power. Mind Reading. Now that, was by far, Blair's favourite supernatural ability. She had the power to intrude anyone's mind at any time at any day, and they would have no clue. And, when your as a big a bitch as Blair, you constantly need blackmail on your enemies, and what better way to get blackmail, then through mind reading?

As time passed, Blair got bored. No more ghosts showed up, and she wasn't ready to turn in for the night (not that she could. vampire, duh). So, instead of staying alone in her dorm she decided to return to one of her favourite places at Winterthorne, the off-limits bell tower. Now, the senior had only been at Winterthorne for a few weeks and still hadn't had the time to return to all her favourite places, bell tower included. So, what better way is there to pass the time? So, one of the strangest thing about the bell-tower, was that it was usually empty. But, when Blair began to walk towards it and heard the loud 'YACK' she simply had to figure out who was in her area. By the time she got to the nearest window, she saw the familiar wings of her old friend, Jay Bailey.

Now, she knew where Jay was going (okay, so she peeked inside of her friends mind, shes a mind reader for gods sake!) and she was planning to beat her there. Blair used her super speed to get to the highest building, but to her surprise, Jay was already there. Earbuds in, notebook out. Blair leaned up against the wall, her red coat popping against her snow white skin. And, she just stood there and watched the young artist draw away, waiting for her to notice the thing that, didn't really blend in.

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TAGS // open/jay bailey
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OUTFIT // SIDE ,, FRONT, coat in picture above
LYRICS // dark blue - jack mannequin
notes // first postt! wooo =D
CREDIT // ZOESTOLEYOURCAT made the template and sincerly carly made the graphics!

[KJARA VON RAEL]

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She ran her hands along the wall of the building, loving the texture of the blocks and the dampness. It was still warm out, but Kjara always felt cold. How long has it been? Too long. Her birthday was yesterday, and she was officially sixteen. She didn’t celebrate except to have a nice glass of warm tea, and sitting out watching the sunset. The usual. She was even up early this morning, drinking a glass of mocha as she awaited the suns arrival. It meant a new day, a new beginning. Even though she tried her best to think positive, she could never really find the ways to be happy again. Only being with her animal friends seemed to take all the pain away. Drugs didn’t work. Beer didn’t work either. In fact, it seemed to make things a lot worse.

She rubbed her eyes gently, a yawn escaping her lips. She hardly ever slept anymore, so now she suffered from bad cases of insomnia. She would stay awake until the early mornings, and then occasionally, for days. The nightmares were starting to get to her, and she was so tired of them. The darkness, the pain that went from her shoulders all the way to her head. Pain was always everywhere in her dreams. There was nothing she could do to stop them. She’s tried everything in her might and power to actually stop them. Even her common tag-a-long fried, a small kitten, didn’t even help. Her thoughts were always drifting here lately, and never in her life would she think she’d be so depressed. Even when her mother died, she wasn’t like this. Kjara never thought these people would have such an effect on her.

Did they really mean that much to her? To wear she would run herself over? Everyone hated her. Sure, a few might not, but things weren’t like the way used to be. Sebastian, Corey, Joe; the three people she became close to for months after everyone’s vanishing. Three people she hated, loved, betrayed, and became loyal to. She learned secrets that others would never even begin to think they would know; she became understanding of those three. Everyone else…it seemed as if they were some past life. Ezra, Sam, Jay, Blair, Daryl, Adrien, Parker, Cara, Ada; her friends. People she loved more than her own life. Well, she used to love. In her mind she thought she hated them, but yet she knew, deep down, she would never be able to hate them. She’s just hard-headed. Even though, she could never get over the fact of all the shit she’s done to her friends. They say they forgave her, that they don’t hate her. But is it true? How she wished she had the ability to go into other’s minds to see what they are thinking.

But, it’s pretty cool to be able to get inside an animals mind. With a smile on her face, Kjara looked out a small window, and jumped back in fright as she was greeted by a small bird, twittering and whistling his news to her. There was someone else in the building as well. As she let the bird hop onto her shoulder, she listened to his whirls and whistles. It was a female, he began to tell her.

But something different caught her attention. It was a yell. It sounded very, very feminine. She turned her heterochromatic eyes, which, didn’t have any brown contacts to hide their blue and green color, and noticed two people. They seemed so familiar. So vague and distant, as if from another memory, a past life that she wanted to hold onto so tightly, that it could squeeze its way out. With cat like movements, Kjara crept up behind the girl in the red coat, a small smile in her face. She made sure that the Field Sparrow, her little bird friend, was quiet. Even though she knew that the girl in the red coat would be able to sense she was coming (damn mind readers) but it was still overall cool to just seemingly appear out of the shadows that the young female demon was hiding in.

She cocked her head as she watched the smaller girl begin to draw something. She knew in her mind, in that past life, that the girl was a very talented artist. She recalled her giving her boyfriend a picture of a tiger for Christmas. She smiled a small, gentle smile. Her two best friends were sitting right before her. How long has it been since she’s seen them? To not bother them, Kjara sat down quietly against the wall, petting the small sparrow quietly as she watched Blair watch Jay draw the beautiful scene before them.

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TAG:Jayy, Blairrr, and still open

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[FLETCHER CROSS]

UH-HUH, HOLY SHIT
IT'S ABOUT TIME
YOU GET OFF MY DICK.

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IF there was one thing he was going to do before he graduated from Winterthorne, it was payback those stupid freshmen.

For some reason, the freshmen really didn't seem to like him. He thought that dating Andrew would have toned that hatred down--but, apparently, that only spurred them on more; he found himself in more and more ridiculous situations. Then, he considered that it was because he was a werewolf, but that was also ridiculous; there were countless freshmen who shared his race. He'd thought for a bit that it was because he was gay, but that was stupid; Andrew was gay, and Tia was bisexual--why should he be treated any different (though, sometimes, they did yell "fag" at him)? And, for the longest time, he'd thought it was because he was smart. But, no. That wasn't it. For some vague and unknown reason, the freshmen class hated him, and they would stop at nothing to humiliate him in front of the whole school.

They'd fucked up this time, though. He was in the back of the bell tower where no one could see him. So hah.

As usual, he'd been minding his own business; the werewolf had been copying down notes from astronomy to give to Devon (as per usual, the boy hadn't paid attention that much). Just as he was finishing the chart of the stars--which took him, by the way--a good two hours, because the teacher was insane and required all the work to be done by pen, his tranquil state was interrupted by a group of rowdy freshmen boys. They'd spotted him in the courtyard, and when he'd tried to fight them off, they hit back harder. Before he knew it, his work had been scattered all over the grounds. Devon was going to be pissed--well, no, Devon never really got pissed; he was going to be upset, though, he could see that--and definitely mad at the freshmen. Fletcher was more worried for the chart than his own sake; he wanted his friend to do well, and a couple of bruises or so would heal in the morning, along with a damaged ego.

As the freshmen weren't an all that creative bunch, they'd taken him to the nearest location: the bell tower. They didn't seem to care that it was one of the restricted areas; then again, he wouldn't pin it on a bunch of guys carrying a partially tied up sixteen year-old to care much. So, they'd carried him up the stairs--well, technically, they had dragged him up by the leftover rope from the coils that bound him--to what appeared to be one of the highest windows. They had decided, after some serious consideration, just to leave him there until some poor soul found him again. They paid no mind to the fact that the rope could have snapped, or that he could've fallen to his death, or that he could've starved. In fact, there seemed to be such a low rate of survival that it was murderous to put him up there in the first place.

He kind of wished he could teleport.

Or have some cool, badass powers like everyone else did. He had...let's see: weather, and ice. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't freeze the rope; it would snap, and he'd fall to his death. He couldn't use wind to blow himself to safety; he was too high to land anywhere safely, and the rest of the towers had pointed tops. Striking himself with lightning was beyond idiotic. He wished he could teleport, or fly, or something useful like that. But, see, if he had powers like some of the other kids, he wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. If he could spit acid, or bend fire, or make everyone scared shitless, he wouldn't have any problems. Unfortunately, the worst he could do was turn into an overgrown puppy and snarl at things in a (hopefully) menacing way.

Grunting, Fletcher blew a few strands of brown-blonde hair out of his face as he swung back and forth lightly. "I hate my life," he muttered under his breath, leaning his head back against the wall. God knew how long he'd be up here. He refused to look down--he was terrified of heights--and he knew that if he did, he'd freak out, fall, and die. So...looking up was about all he could manage at the moment.

Eventually, a new sight came into play. On the ledge above the statue that he was tied to, he could see the, through the window, a shoe. He nearly screamed with joy, but held it in--what if it was one of the freshmen again? But, then, as the seconds passed, he saw a book land on top of the shoe. Success! Freshmen didn't read!--or, at least, the ones that he was looking out for. "Hey!" he shouted loudly, pushing against the wall with his feet to propel himself outward a little. "HEY!" The sun glare hit his eye, and he was forced to close them for a moment. Unfortunate, as this caused him to crash into the brick wall. He let out a moan, muttering curses under his breath as he reopened his wincing eyes. "You, by the window!" Fletcher pushed himself off the wall again. "HAVE A HEART." He paused for a moment, out of breath, to lean against the wall again.

It was then he heard the creaking sounds of the rope splitting. Oh, shit.

TAG - jay, blair, kjay, open?
WORDS - 955 words.
OUTFIT - - click here.
NOTES - nada.

[JORDAN BAILEY]

THINGSareSHAPINGuptobeprettyODD

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To tell the truth, Jordan was hardly ever truly bored, she just said, or felt as if she were. By saying that she was, it made her feel like she was, but there was plenty that she could do, she just didn't feel like doing anything. Boredom was pretty much a trick of the mind; there wasn't a true boredom, just what people thought was being bored. It was rather amusing, really, when one said that they were bored, but did stuff. Someone that was bored didn't have anything at all to do, really, not someone that had something to do and just simply stated they were bored. As stated before, it was a trick of the mind. One, by saying they were bored, believed it. And Jay was just one of those people that often fell for it.

The short junior really was quite clumsy. She was one of those girls that could trip over thin air just by walking. Oftentimes, she found herself tilting, and usually falling, over to one side out of nowhere. Balance and coordination was not her thing, not by a long shot. Sure, some found it cute, but she just found it annoying. She would much rather be able to walk, or dance or anything, without any problem. Although, she did admit some of the predicaments she got herself into were rather amusing. Like the one time, in the auditorium, when she had her mic plugged into an amp, she had managed to get it twisted around her legs, and she had tripped over them, falling on the stage. And, of course, someone had been there to witness it, but there usually almost always one. At least in her more interesting situations.

Being an angel had its uses, though she was fallen. Being one included having the ability of flight, though hers was awkward, due to the damage her father had caused her. But she could fly, and get to places quicker than some. Not all, giving that those that could teleport and had super speed were still faster, and shapeshifters probably could be quicker as well, but it was useful. Besides, unlike those people with superspeed and teleportation, she could be up in the air, flying like a bird, a dream many children have. And the ability of healing was common in the angel species, and she was no exception, having a minor healing power. Of course, she didn't have complete healing, only being able to heal a broken bone at most, and not even able to heal a bruise, not to mention she got tired after healing; the more healing done, the more tired she'd get. It was just how things worked with her. And trust me, you wanted to make sure she got to sleep when she was exceptionally tired; she got kind of bitchy without her proper rest. Or, well, when she really felt sleepy, in any case.

Drawing was one of the girl's favorite activities. Okay, so she actually had several, but drawing was something she had always enjoyed doing, even before discovering her knack for music. Creating scenes that lay in front of her by hand, whether painting or drawing it. Or perhaps simply making a landscape up, not looking at the nature around her. Creating a wonderfully realistic piece from a blank sheet of paper, or perhaps canvas, should she be working on one of those. The gift of art was truly an astounding one, and Jay found herself lucky to have been blessed with it. Her inspiration for her artwork came from many places. The landscape she was drawing was one of them, of course, and music that played in her ears, it always inspired her to create, and oftentimes, her friends inspired her in ways that were unfathomable to her. Perhaps by being there for her, and supporting her, and such things. They were just simply inspiring. It was a complicated thing, to understand how things inspired her; you couldn't forget that she was generally kind of odd and had pretty weird ways of things. Including being inspired, apparently.

As Jordan stood by the window, sketching out the scenery, she felt peaceful, calm. However, suddenly, she heard a shout, even over the music that was pouring into her ear, helping her create the view in front of her. The artist jumped violently, her pencil making a dark mark against the white paper. "Shit," she muttered lightly as she dropped the sketchbook and pencil on top of her bag before getting as close to the window as she possible could and leaned out, for from the window was where she had heard the voice. "HAVE A HEART." someone called loudly, causing the small girl to jump again. She was quite a jumpy girl, really. Leaning over farther, as far as she dare get, she noticed someone was hanging by a rope down the side of the bell tower. "HOLY FREEPNETS!" she exclaimed loudly, using her own little word she had made up forever ago. Unfurling her wings, she hopped out of the bell tower, the edge of her wing only slightly hitting the side of the window. "Crapcrapcrap," she muttered to herself as she flew down. Finally getting to eyelevel with the unfortunate person, her eyes bulged. "FLETCHY!" she shouted, astounded by the fact that her pretty much brother was hanging on the side of the tower.

Fletcher wasn't really her brother, but the two often acted as if they were family, and loved to try and prove they were brother and sister, though it was quite impossible, with the boy being a werewolf and the girl a fallen angel. But it was fun, nonetheless. Fletcher was like her older brother, although he was actually younger than her, Fletchy being sixteen, and she was seventeen. "What the crap? How the hell did you get yourself here?" she demanded imperiously, though the effect was hindered by the shortness of her stature and her general cuteness. Yeah, trying to be demanding didn't quite work well with her. Oh well. Gray-green eyes grew wider as a light twang could be heard. Looking up, she saw that the rope was starting to break. "Holyfuckingshit." She grabbed the junior werewolf just as the rope snapped and started to fly up, although slowly, for he was heavier than her and required longer to haul him up. She finally made it up into the tower, kicking off from the window as her feet touched it, launching the two halfway across the room. It was better than collapsing right on top of her stuff, in any case.

Breathing hard, she picked herself up off the floor, dusting off. "What...the....hell?" Jay inquired, staring at Fletcher, eyes wide. "How the heck did you get down there?" The girl shook her head. "Oh, nevermind that, it was those stupid freshmen again, wasn't it? I keep telling you, I'll go beat their asses for you...or...at least try?" She laughed, before pouncing the boy. "Where have you been, anyways? I haven't seen you in a couple of days. Made me saaadd~" The artist stuck out her bottom lip, pouting. Getting up again, after having pounced the boy, her eyes landed on something. Not something, someone. Another someone was in the bell tower besides the two of them.

"Blair!" The small girl cried, grinning as she launched herself over towards the vampire, enveloping the older girl in a hug. Yeah, Jay was one of those touchy-feely kind of people, and just loved to hug people. Alot. Not to mention pounce and glomp people. It was a habit of hers. "Ohmigawshblaaiirrr!" Backing up, she grinned up at the taller female. "Dude, how are you? I hasn't seen yous in foreevveerrr~" However, as she looked around again, she managed to find another person in the bell tower. Holy crap, they kept appearing out of nowhere. Well, maybe not quite, but it seemed so for the poor girl who had only been focused on her artwork before.

Jordan nearly tackled Kjara as she ran over to hug the girl. Now, Kjara she hadn't seen in ages, she could swear. Kjara, though taller, was younger than her, this one being a sophomore. And absolutely one of Jay's best friends, and had been for a long time, the two meeting at a dorm party the girls had had quite a while ago. Of course, the artist had seen the other girl before said party, but that's how they basically became friends. "Kjaaayyyy~" Jay sang out, grinning as she twirled around lightly after letting the demon go from hugging her. She looked around at all of her friends. Fletcher, Blair, and Kjara. How wonderful to see everyone again. Suddenly, she grabbed Fletcher's hand and pulled him in towards the middle of the room before dropping his hand, doing the same to Blair and Kjay, pulling each of them in towards the middle, until the three made a sort of triangle, making a square (or perhaps a circle or rectangle if you wanted it that way) in the center of the room. "Sitsitsit!" she exclaimed with a grin as she plopped down, wincing as she did so. "Shit, that actually kind of hurt there," she told the others, laughing. "Okay, I haven't seen any of you in like...ten bajillion years. It's catch-up time. What has each of you been up tooo?" Jay smiled at all of them expectantly. Oh, she was definitely glad to have all of her friends back.

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WHO’SINVITED?
blair-->kjara--->fletcher. that's the order, and this thread is now closed to us four (:

HOWMANYWORDS?
1,630

THEMUSIC
"houston we're going down" by set it off :D

THEOUTFIT
clicky hurr

THENOTES
definitely better than the last one...sorry it took a while. finals stuff and switching computers and end of school things hindered me. not to mention waiting for sav to post xD (jkilysav<333) so yeah. blair's turn!

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