#hworth:start

[bwaldroop]

“do you have fucking rabies?” it comes out bit harsher than intended. babs lowers the needle, a clearly unimpressed look painting her face. she’s pretty high, surprisingly concentrated and ready to get down to business. only if the other could stay still for a second. she reaches for her cup of green tea, takes a quick sip and puts the mug aside, eyes moving back to the person. “this is not gonna work if you don’t stop twitching.” 

[stassielopez]

stassie let out a soft yawn. not only did she not get any sleep because of her partying, but the fire at lambda meant a early meeting with the dean of students to discuss the actions to be taken. what the dean didn’t know was that his favorite perfect, straight-a student, anastasia lopez, was in attendance. hours after the meeting, stassie, was still feeling the effects, especially of the cocaine. she was just doing some homework when the blood from her nose dripped onto her paper, causing her eyes to widen. stassie quickly covered her nose and rummaged through her bag for a tissue, whispering “shit. shit. shit.”

[lanied]

         /  𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗  /

          &.   *   /   PARTIES   AREN’T   THE   WORST   THING   to   happen   to   lane   –   especially   not   lambda   parties   ,   but   by   her   junior   year   she’s   learned   better   than   to   get   shit   faced   in   a   frat   house.   she’ll   just   end   up   sending   regrettable   snapchats   to   people   she   secretly   hates   ,   or   end   up   tweeting   about   something   that   should’ve   been   kept   a   secret   –   she’s   learned   from   experience.   standing   outside   in   the   backyard   ,   she’s   leaned   up   against   the   house   ,   feeling   the   music   that’s   rocking   the   walls.   running   a   hand   through   her   hair   ,   she   peels   off   the   wall   and   swirls   the   water   inside   her   red   solo   cup.   she   feels   like   a   walking   ,   american   stereotype.               ‘   why   do   you   suppose   red   solo   cups   became   the   poster   cups   for   parties   ?   ’   she   asks   the   nearest   person   ,   going   to   lean   on   the   porch   fence   instead   ,   keeping   an   eye   on   the   rager   through   the   windows.               ‘   why   not   the   green   ones   ,   or   the   pink   ones   ?   ’

[shilohstrxfe]

Open Starter - 001

“I dunno why teachers all have a hard-on for this book...because it fucking sucks,” Shiloh said, flipping a few pages forward to see if things got more bearable. They didn’t. He’d read ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ as a teenager - he’d had to, his perfect grades had counted on it - but now that he was revisiting it, it was worse than he remembered. 

“Seriously, I hate Holden. He’s so goddamn annoying.” 

[messcdup]

kian was hungover, extremely hungover to be exact. the night before was a blur of nosebleeds and idiotic jocks yelling as they threw back shots in front of their equally annoying girlfriends. his head was pounding as he in the darkest corner of the restaurant, sunglasses on and hood over his head as he stared down at the food in front of him. “ hangovers should be illegal. “ he muttered just loud enough, not caring if someone chimed in.

[stassielopez]

OPEN STARTER

this was a bad idea. a really bad idea. stassie slowly walked past the doors of lambda sigma omega, eyeing the boys staring at her. parties were a thing of her past, not something that the student body president does. she picked up the pace, hoping to stay hidden and pulled up her quite revealing shirt, trying to cover up. ‘god i hope this isn’t a mistake’

[lanied]

          / 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗  /

          –    𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝   𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚊𝚗   𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎   𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚙𝚎𝚗   ,   lane   hovers   the   point   of   the   pen   over   her   hand-designed   planner.   the   pages   are   all   beautifully   drawn   and   designed   ,   courtesy   of   herself   –   of   course   ,   and   she’s   put   in   so   much   work   on   it   she   actually   reconsiders   using   it   for   the   upcoming   semester.   she’s   sitting   on   the   green   lawn   between   two   campus   buildings   ,   resting   under   the   shade   of   an   old   tree   atop   a   plaid   blanket.   it’s   frustratingly   picturesque   ,   but   lane’s   exuding   the   image   she   wants   to   put   out   –   so   she’s   not   in   a   place   to   complain.   seeing   someone   walk   down   the   path   to   her   right   ,   she   reaches   for   the   pink-painted   cooler   by   her   side   and   pulls   out   a   (   recyclable   )   plastic   water   bottle   and   hands   it   towards   them   as   they   start   to   pass.               ‘   hot   day,   ’   she   says   ,   despite   wearing   a   black   turtleneck.               ‘   the   bottle’s   recyclable.   ’