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Who: Wilde, open.
When: Feb 15th, around 4.
Where: Goosey Trail.
What: Radical skatin' angst patrol
Warnings: N/a. Language I guess?



Goosey Trail is Wilde's favorite.

He likes to roll down the path and look at the water, ignore everything he has to do for a handful of minutes. That's not always easy for him, but it's easy when he's here. Or it usually is, anyway -- today he can't seem to shake the clouds out of his head.

He goes up and down from Ribbonfin to the Lodge three times, and that feeling of freedom never really comes to him. He's thinking about those stupid flowers instead.

Hot pink roses? 'You make me hot?' Who the fuck do they think Saira is? It's disrespectful.

And when her name enters his head, he feels this weird jolt in his chest. He stops and steps off the board. He thinks about throwing it into the trees. A single fucking red rose. Who do I think I am? Embarrassing. The worst part is that he can't even pretend that the prank was so far off now, because his doomed crush is so fucking obvious that even whatever trite little bully picked up on it, which means everyone knows. He might as well have just signed his stupid name to the stupid card. Why didn't he? Maybe he'd feel a little less really stupid now.

Oh well.

The sky is darkening already. Wilde is going to stand in the grass and gaze out at the horizon and the island for a long time, until it's time to avoid everyone at dinner.

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ALSO... LIKE... if nobody else is gonna harass him i gotta

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Ivy has a bad habit of... not paying attention where she's walking. She just gets so wrapped up in her own thoughts that it blocks the rest of the world out. It's never really been a problem in her time at Gooseberry, and especially not on Goosey Trail, which she's known like the back of her hand since her freshman year. But recently, things have been getting spookier, and that's put her on edge.

Not enough to actually pay attention to her surroundings, but you know.

She's so absorbed in her thoughts (including her own romantic turmoils, which are getting weirder every day (why is she so bad at flirting?) as well the mystery flowers her sister received) that she doesn't even notice there's someone else on the trail with her until she's a handful of yards away. And when she does look up, all she sees in the dimming evening light is... a figure standing in the grass, staring at the lake. Which is a little creepy.

She freezes up in place, hands clenched into fists in her pockets. But even with the little jolt of adrenaline running through her veins, she realizes in seconds that it's probably just another student, and takes a few steps towards them.

"Geez," she says once she's sufficiently sure this isn't a forest monster. "You scared me."

:u

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Wilde doesn't feel exactly the same way about Ivy as he used to, but she still gives him unpleasant heart feelings. Or maybe unpleasant is a strong word? Something. Whatever's appropriate for this: when he hears her voice (and it's definitely her, not Laurel) there's that awkward rush of however-you-call-it, and he immediately maneuvers his skateboard up into his hands for a quick getaway.

"Sorry," he says. He'd honestly forgotten that anyone could happen by. And-- "Hi."