A Crazy World • •

[Tristan Derek Halbert]

It sounded corny to say that the idea had come to him in a dream, but it wasn't all that far from the truth. Tristan had woken up that morning after a bizarre and vivid dream had entertained him while he slept. None of it really made any sense and he was laughing about it as he prepared his breakfast and scrolled through his laptop to see what he had to do that day. However, one tiny part of this dream did make sense to him. It was a fraction of the madness and yet the more he thought about the craziness of the dream as a whole, the more Tristan realised that this was the only part that could've, sort of, would've made sense. After that the idea was rooted in his mind and took to growing like a beanstalk, branches of more ideas shooting from the sides of it. It distracted Tristan for most of the day and then in an uncharacteristically sneaky move, he sent off two text messages of phony plans as the first step of his amazing idea.

The way he saw it was that no one could get hurt. Everyone involved was single, always looking for a decent night out and if nothing ultimately came from it then really what was the worst that could happen? A new friendship might be born at the very least, or two people would realise that they didn't have enough in common to hold a conversation beyond five minutes. However, Tristan was confident that the latter wouldn't happen. He had high hopes for this plan of his and was taking to it like it was some kind of secret mission that would change the state of the country as a whole, and not just potentially the lives of two of his friends. He knew the most difficult to convince would be Jack, which was why Tristan told both parties absolutely nothing. He did all the leg work to give them a decent night together and he played innocent when his phone buzzed asking for details of time and place. This wasn't something Tristan normally dabbled with and he frequently let people work out their relationships and dates for themselves, but he figured that these two would be game for a night on the town, even if nothing romantic ultimately came from it. Besides, they were both friendly enough to make conversation and try even without Tristan being the link between them, which was the main reason why he had gone ahead and planned this. If they worked out, then fantastic, but if not then he doubted that either of them would be calling for his head on the block. At least Tristan hoped not.

He was sort of buzzing for joy a bit when the clock grew closer to the hour. When it came time to actually leave his apartment Tristan wasn't sure if he'd be able to contain his excitement. He had to do it or else he'd blow the whole plan straight away and then he doubted that anyone would stick around to see the whole night through. This all relied on it being as natural as possible, which is why Tristan had even asked another friend who he knew through work to contact him via phone call at a certain time to fake the emergency exit that would cut him out the evening's plans. He thought it was all very clever, especially for an idea that was born from the same dream that had contained alien abductions where the aliens looked like Taylor Swift and where his dogs were talking to him and telling him tales of how they once prevented the apocalypse. Taking up at a spot at the union bar, Tristan knew that one half of his potential couple was going to be a little late, since he already had plans that afternoon that usually ran on. It would only be twenty to thirty minutes behind the arranged meeting time so it should be enough to trick Jay into thinking that this plan was all natural. He ordered a drink to add to his little inconspicuous act and then waited, leaning against the bar for the arrival of Jay.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 706!
OUTFIT! Matchmaker!
LYRICS! Pretty Little Girl - - Blink 182
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

To say Jay led a busy life would be an understatement. Busy didn’t cover all that she did. Classes and the work that followed meant very little to the Irish girl. She could do what her teachers demanded of her with her eyes close and one hand tied behind her back but telling them that did very little. However it all meant that she could put off doing her school work until the last possible night, pull an all-nighter and then hand in exceptional frames. Photography was all Jay had ever wanted to do and it showed in her work. But she knew better than to let it be her entire life. Yes, she was never far from a camera of some kind but it wasn’t always at her eye like her friends liked joking. And too much lately, her cameras had been in their places on her shelf because she had touch up work to do.

But she always made time for her friends when they called. She needed her downtime just as much as the next person. Jay may have happily admitted to being married to her job but who could really say they loved their jobs as much as Jay did? There were few and they were far between. Too many of the models they worked with had even admitted to it just being a means to an end, a way to pay for their continuing education and set a little aside for a rainy day fund. The others were just as they appeared to be; so vain it hurt. It was entertaining, it definitely was but there was only so much a girl could take before she wanted to throttle someone. And she had certainly reached that limit.

It was the whole reason she’d been working from home all day, just so she didn’t have to deal with the vapid women of the perfume shoot happening in the studio. For a bunch of no name models, they had high opinions of themselves and it all meant that by the time Jay was leaving, she needed a mixer full of margaritas to herself. So Tristan’s test had come around at a good time and a little friendly company had always brightened Jay’s moods in the past so she sent him one back, getting the details and said she’d be there. It brightened her mood enough to have singing along to the music on her iPod as she finished the rest of the work she’d promised herself she’d get done.

A short while later, Jay got herself dolled up for a night out, even though she really didn’t need to do much more than make sure she was dressed probably. But it felt good to dress up every once in a while and it wasn’t like she’d donned her sexiest, skimpiest dress and highest heels. She wasn’t dressing to impress anyone; she was dressing for a night out with a friend. He was lucky she wasn’t going to show up in sweatpants. Checking her bag for her phone and everything else, Jay took a final look in the mirror and yelled out to her American Eskimo pup to behalf himself while she was gone. It was pointless, the dog was either so well trained she didn’t need to tell him that or he was just so lazy she would be lucky to walk through her door at the end of the night to find he’d moved from one bed to another as she had them scattered around her apartment.

On the street, Jay hailed a cab, giving the driver the same destination Tristan had given her and sat back to enjoy the ride over. She took the time to answer the text messages she’d let go unanswered while she’d been working, mainly her boss. Not that he needed a response, but like the rest group she considered family, she answered him anyway. So she told him not to worry, she was fine, probably a reply she should have sent hours ago but didn’t because she hadn’t wanted to be bothered. She kept up a short conversation with the man who was old enough to be her father but acted like a much older big brother, finally telling him she was going to ignore him now that the cabbie had pulled up to her stop. Jack handed over the bank notes before getting out of the car. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and strode into the student union, stopping inside just long enough to search out Tristan. “Hey Silk.” She said, stopping next to him.

Tag || Tristan Derek Halbert
Words || 768
Clothes || Feisty Photographer
Music || Girl Like Me ---Miranda Lambert
Notes || <3

[Tristan Derek Halbert]

The more Tristan thought about it, the more he started to believe that this really was a good idea. The couple he was setting up had plenty in common and yet they still had enough differences between them that it wouldn't be like dating their own clone. Both of them kept up busy lifestyles with university and work taking up a lot of time, but Tristan knew they both loved a good party too. The guy who would be showing up was plenty capable of making people laugh and Tristan knew that in Jay he would meet his match and yet she would also appreciate his attempts at comedy and what he did for the reasons he did it. He knew he had to play it casual so that neither of his 'victims' would realise they had been intentionally set up, but at the same time he couldn't help feeling excited for what might happen between them. He wished he could stick around to see if the sparks really did fly, but he would be essentially playing the third wheel and he doubted that either of them would get along quite so well if they had him around as that awkward joint friend who kept disinterested parties reluctantly together.

He was confident in his plan though, and had every belief that the two would get along like a house on fire and have a great evening together. Tristan was going to make sure that he stuck around long enough to make it seem like he had every intention of being a part of a trio this evening, but not so long that the initial meet and greet phase was out of the way. He wanted them to get to know each other without him prompting them to talk about their hobbies or passions. In his mind every scenario where he did that was just awkward and not at all appealing. He knew in his gut that these two would get along better if left to their own devices. They were both social butterflies and so long as neither started inviting others to join them this evening it would be fantastic. Tristan hadn't quite told Jay in so many words, but her best friend could be a little on the terrifying side when she wanted to be and he wasn't so sure many guys would stick around Jay if it meant tolerating that buzzkill for romance.

Tristan often found himself in the union building for an afternoon drink on occasion when a day had gone well, or he was meeting buddies for a study session or group project meeting. It was as good a meeting place as any for what he had planned tonight. The rest of the evening's details were in the back pocket of his jeans, only what they didn't know was that he had only booked everything for two. He'd hightail it out of there as soon as he could and then play silent and innocent until he ran into the pair next, be it on campus or elsewhere. He could be a sneaky not-so-little thing when he wanted to be. Turning his head when he heard the nickname only given to him by Jay, Tristan smiled his usual lopsided smile and then ordered one of her usual drinks when the bartender passed by again. “So, looking forward to this?” He asked with a grin, knowing he had kept the details slightly vague so that if anyone did realise this was a date set-up it wouldn't be until it was too late to back out of it. “We're just waiting on one more person. They should be here soon.” He even glanced at his phone as though he was checking the time or looking for a message. He knew for sure his friend was already on his way and probably going to reach them at any moment, but it was still best to act dumb and not like he had gone out of his way to make this happen.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 675!
OUTFIT! Matchmaker!
LYRICS! Pretty Little Girl - - Blink 182
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jack needed a night out. She’d been dug in with work so much over the last while that it was all she saw when she closed her eyes at night; if she closed her eyes that night. She had thrown herself into work because it had been summer and so many opportunities arose during those hot months that she just couldn’t turn down. Her passport was sighing with all the new stamps in it but Jay was pleased. She’d never been to a couple of the places and dragged Coop along with her to a shoot or two on the white sandy beaches of this island and that one. She had needed her closest friend there to keep the fun in Jay’s down time. Without Coop there, she might have just put her nose back into her work and that wouldn’t have been any fun. The models would have dragged her out and she would have drank through the night but she wouldn’t have done anything quite like what they’d gotten up to with Coop there.

Now though, she was home and school had started back up again so she couldn’t go gallivanting all over the planet with her camera equipment and her boss. But she could plan for the future ones; in the morning when she didn’t have anything more to do than to get over whatever hangover might occur tonight. She had no idea what Tristan had planned for them, he didn’t give he much details but he gave her enough to intrigue her. So she got ready and headed over, nearly holding her breath to hear what plans he’d made when she sidled to him. “I am, I think. Thanks” Jay said honestly. She was more in the dark than she’d like but mysterious plans had never turned her away so she was willing to stick around at least until she was privy to the rest of the plans, then she’d pass her judgement on the evening. Smirking, Jack accepted the drink set in front of her, taking a sip of the sweet, girly concoction she adored so much. It was probably good her parents had the same open-minded attitude as Jay or she would probably have been in a whole lot of trouble long before now, or already locked up in a convent somewhere in the Swiss Alps.

As it was, her parents habitually questions Jay’s sanity, especially when they saw pictures or heard tales of her adventures with the English girl Jay called her best friend. They never said much more than we got on just the same when we were younger so Jay thought it a good sign, not to mention she knew her parents wouldn’t say anything unless their only child called them from the police station needing to be bailed out. But Jay always pointed out she never drank more than she could handle- at the time and she didn’t go home with complete strangers; she thought herself brave but not so brave to bring a man she didn’t know into her home. Call her old fashioned or paranoid, Jay didn’t care, she worked hard for what she had and she wasn’t about to wake up one morning to find she’d drunkenly chosen the wrong man and something missing. “So, who exactly are we waiting for?” Jay asked, feeling it was always better to be blunt than to beat around the bush when it came to certain questions.

Tag || Tristan Derek Halbert
Words || 576
Clothes || Feisty Photographer
Music || Girl Like Me ---Miranda Lambert
Notes || <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

He was known for being the life and soul of most parties. Mickey had been a social butterfly and a good guy for longer than he could remember, but today he was playing the role of the villain. The part of the hero had been handed to one of the orderlies who Mickey had met the very first time he had done this in New York City. Normally, in the past, Mickey had pulled a rather impressive stunt of playing both roles at once, but it was challenging to say the least and not always the easiest thing to do when alternating between costumes and masks and face paints. Plus, he had a morning class that would take up a bit of his day and limit how long he had to get ready for this little performance of the day since he had promised to be on the hospital wing by noon.

He was in between improvised scenes when his phone buzzed from his jeans pocket. It probably wasn't the work of a professional to keep his jeans crumpled in a janitorial supply closet, but it was convenient. The toilets were too far away from the action and he couldn't be strolling about with clothes when he was in costume, just in case one of the kids spotted him. Sure, most of them knew it was just people dressed up and coming in to brighten some of their days, but Mickey liked to keep up the illusion and not waste it. Luckily, Batman was occupying the attention of the children for the next few minutes, so The Joker had a chance to check his phone. Plans with Tristan were usually fun, so Mickey had no hesitations about replying to the friendly giant with an enthusiastic 'yes' for whatever he had planned for the evening. If fate would allow it Mickey would be out every evening having fun with friends and making memories.

Mickey still had to get through the afternoon of this little play first, and by the time Batman apprehended The Joker, the clock was already a little further ahead than Mickey had expected. He wasn't surprised, though. He had done these acts plenty of times before and he was completely aware that they often ran on for longer than he planned. No one really minded though and he was out of the way before doctors came making their rounds and the nurses encouraged the sick children to settle down for the evening. He fired Tristan a quick text to let him know he would be a little later than he thought and then Mickey attempted to make short work of getting changed out of the purple suit and into his normal clothes. He was scrubbing at his face with a cloth to get the face paint removed and then had to awkwardly soak his head in the sink to rid the green spray-in dye from his hair. There was no time to head home and take a long shower like he usually did. Once he thought he was done, Mickey grabbed his bags, said a quick goodbye to the staff and then ran all the way to his car. He tossed everything onto the backseat and then climbed in the front, noticing in the rearview mirror that he had missed a spot of white paint by his cheekbone. It would have to wait; he wasn't running back into the hospital now.

He drove to the college campus and parked up. If drinking was on the cards this evening then he could easily leave his car here until morning. Some impromptu nights out during his college lifetime had led to that already and it was no big deal. He made his way across the campus and through the doors to the student union. It was easy to spot Tristan, even with the crowds. The man was just so damn tall that even though Mickey came in at six-one he still felt tiny next to the man. “Hey, sorry I'm late, folks.” He noticed the brunette at Tristan's side and smiled warmly. He knew Tristan was bringing other friends tonight, so he wasn't surprised.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 675!
OUTFIT! Grinning Gent!
LYRICS! Wildest Moments - - Jessie Ware
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jack was a party girl. She loved to have a good time with friends, dancing the night away and walking into her apartment, or one of her friend’s at the end of the night with her sky high heels in her hands. But she also had her priorities in order, too. Jack was a girl who worked hard and played harder. She sat so long in front of a computer, working the shots her boss took that it was only natural that she spent her down time as far away from a computer as she could get. And that usually meant dragging friends out, though she hardly had to twist any arms, too many drinks to count, loud, thumping music and enough strobe lights to bring out any latent epileptics. She could party with the best of them, drink more guys than they’d care to admit under the table and still get up the next morning for work, early with coffee and things already well on their way to being set up. She partied, but her job meant everything to Jack and she wasn’t about to do something stupid to ruin her chances at becoming the greatest.

The Irish girl wanted nothing more than she wanted her career to soar higher than her own mentor’s. He was good, in fact he was one of the greatest out there and she wanted to be better than that. It was a running crack that she would surpass him long before she reached the same age that he’d gotten his start. Though at the rate she was going, it wouldn’t be a joke for much longer. He’d been in his late twenties before he’d gotten a real break and Jack had been sixteen when he’d hired her within the first five minute of their first meeting. And when she was out on her own, she wanted to give someone else the chance of a lifetime; paying it forward as it were. She’d paid her dues five times over already, at twenty.

But she would keep paying until she felt it was time to move on from her boss and start out on her own. Until then, she would spend her time with her friends, like Tristan and Coop and meet new people, share a few drinks and a few laughs and do it all again another day. Jay sipped her drinks idly as she waited for either Tristan to break the news on who they were waiting for or for whomever they were waiting for to show up. Jay wasn’t a patient person under normal circumstances. At work, she was the most patient person in the office, outside of it, Jay just wanted to get things done and waiting around for people, especially ones she didn’t know, wasn’t usually her thing. But if Tristan thought whoever it was they were waiting for was good company, then Jay would try her hand at patience outside the workplace. Jay easily returned the smile of the latest addition to their group and instantly felt like a pixie compared to her company. She wasn’t the tallest person on the planet but coming in at five feet and three inches, may as well have been nothing at all. Tristan had a full foot on her in her heels, more than that without them; which was usually why it was extremely rare for her to wear her flats around the man. She had a hard enough time looking him in the eye in her heels! This new guy wasn’t much different, though he was shorter than Tristan but not by much, he was still over six feet. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve always enjoyed a good fashionably late arrival.” Jay said with a grin, unable to help herself.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 629
Clothes || Feisty Photographer
Music || Girl Like Me ---Miranda Lambert
Notes || <3

[Tristan Derek Halbert]

Tristan was oddly excited for a night out he wasn't even going to be a part of. He hoped that enthusiasm at least sold his plan as being entirely innocent, although he was fairly decent in the acting department anyway. Growing up it had been sort of a necessity in a world of showbiz and fake friends and then after the accident he had worked hard at reassuring people he was fine, even if inside he wanted to smash plates and scream at people because he was so frustrated by his limitations. Those days were long behind him now, but Tristan could still call upon those talents if he needed them. It was just rare that he ever did. Luckily his exit strategy was believable too, and in the company he would keep for a brief time they would both understand his commitment and why it came first. Jay had her own career already prepared for herself and Tristan hadn't met anyone with as big a heart as Mickey had. The poor man worked himself close to exhaustion just to prove it and to give back something small to the people who would think it something great. They were a trio of hard workers and Tristan hoped that would save him from being accused of trying to play cupid tonight.

When Mickey arrived Tristan greeted him with a friendly hug and then ordered him a drink. Tristan wouldn't be around for much longer if everything went according to plan. “Yeah, but the last time I checked, fashionably late didn't come with a side of face paint.” He poked Mickey in the face where the white smear remained and then showed his marked finger to the man in question. “We can't take you anywhere, Mickey.” He said with a shake of his head as the bartender pushed Mickey's drink across the bar top. “Oh, Mickey, this is Jack, Jay, this is Mickey.” Tristan briefed over the introductions casually. There would be plenty of time for the pair to get to know each other once he was out of the picture.

Several minutes passed by after that and they just enjoyed their drinks, wasting a bit of time since Tristan explained that the private gig wasn't until later on, the after party would run till dawn at the very least and food was in the cards when they were walking from the campus to the club where the band were performing tonight. He had pulled some strings to make this one of those nights to remember, just so neither of them could bail early and claim some pitiful excuse for their reasoning. There might not be another chance like this; Tristan wasn't one for handing out tickets to even his closest of friends even when they begged and pleaded with him. Right on cue, his phone began to buzz in his pocket. Tristan pulled it out and checked the caller ID before frowning and excusing himself for a minute. He stepped out of the Union bar as though he needed a moment to himself and just chatted to his friend on the other end for a couple of minutes before he retuned to Mickey and Jay with his story set, and an annoyed frown on his face. “Guys, I'm sorry, but you'll have to go on without me. I have a drummer who's thrown his drumsticks out of the pram. They need me at the studio to settle things. I'll try to catch up in a bit, but here you go.” He pulled the necessary tickets out of his pocket and handed them to Mickey with a small smile. “I'll catch you guys later, I guess.” He sighed softly and shook his head before finishing his drink off in a few gulps. After that, he turned on his heel and he was gone, setting the rest of his plan into motion.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 659!
OUTFIT! Matchmaker!
LYRICS! Pretty Little Girl - - Blink 182
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

It had been a while since Jack had really gotten out with her friends. She had been so busy with work and then forgetting she had a social life to do anything. Then Coop forced her out and she’s been slowly returning to her usual self. Jay hadn’t realised just how much she’d missed heading out on the town with her friends. Now that she was back in New York for the foreseeable future, she was going to return to her usual weekly plans. And that included these nights out with friends. Jay was excited about spending the night on the town with Tristan and whoever he dragged along with her. It was always a fun time out with the giant man, no matter what he had planned. “Ah, leave him alone. Maybe he’s trying to start some new fashion trend." Jay teased, laughing. It had been too long since she’d met someone new who wasn’t somehow related to her job in any capacity. This man, Mickey wasn’t a model that she knew of, he wasn’t into set design or photography though that last part might not be true since that was how she knew Tristan. They may have been in different grades and different classes, but the upper classes routinely mingled with the lower class whether it is a look at what was to come, or in the darkrooms. Jay had taken an instant liking to Tristan when she’d first met him.

And so far since then, the friend’s he’d introduced Jay to had been pretty fun. She had certainly enjoyed herself. “Call me either. I’ll answer to both.” She stated, holding her hand out to shake Mickey’s before going back to her drink. The whiskey mix was one of Jay’s favourites and she didn’t like letting it get anywhere near room temperature before she was finished with it. The easy conversation that followed through the next few minutes left Jay near tears with laughter more often than she was somber about it. She was a woman who enjoyed light, often flirty banter and more than she liked serious conversation. She liked jokes and laughter and fun. She had missed those moments while she’d been pouting and wallowing in self-pity. It was beyond time to shake herself from that. Halloween was a start. Now she’ll really break away from that sad little Irish girl she’d been. That chapter in her life was officially over. Jack was finally ready to let the next begin.

Jack gushed about how excited she was to see the band perform. How they were supposed to put on a brilliant show but she hadn’t gotten a chance to see it for herself as yet. She easily kept up her part in the conversation, adding bits and pieces in here and there when she had something to say; and even when she didn’t but wanted to put her two cents in for the hell of it just to laugh about where the conversation turned from there. It was surprisingly easy to keep up a conversation with Mickey while Tristan was off doing his own thing. She knew how work was, routinely dropping everything to go fix a problem when she was called in. Usually, her fixing was in front of a computer and more often than not she just needed to pull out her laptop and do some quick work before sending it off again via e-mail. Tristan’s was a bit harder since he actually had to deal with people, most of them being finicky artists. She had models running through her days and they were pleased if they had a lunch spread that day; though they would bitch and moan it was missing something even when it was set up to their preferences. At least in that scenario, she was the finicky artist! “Temperamental artists, I know nothing about that.” Jay teased when Tristan got back. “It sucks you can’t go but don’t worry, I’ll take care of Mickey here.” She added with a cheeky grin.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 671
Clothes || Feisty Photographer
Music || Girl Like Me ---Miranda Lambert
Notes || <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

Mickey couldn't remember a time when his life wasn't busy. These days he had school, work, and his volunteer hours. Around those he managed to cram in a pretty active social life and still found time for himself. It was impressive and sometimes he wondered how he didn't sleep straight through the weekends just to catch up on the rest so many people seemed to keep telling him that he probably needed. Grinning, Mickey rubbed at the side of his face where the paint still was, checking his hand to make sure that it was all gone. “The occupational hazard of a quick costume change.” He said with a shake of his head. It wasn't the first time he had caught himself with paint still on his face like that, and he doubted it would be the last either. Usually he was just alone when it happened and not getting called out on it by one of his friends. Still, it was nothing new for Mickey and just another thing the optimistic guy could just laugh off.

“Noted. I'm just Mickey.” He said with another big grin. His birth certificate actually read Michael, but there wasn't a single time in his life when he had gone by that name. It was always Mickey for longer than he could remember. He had even asked his parents about it, but they laughed and couldn't remember themselves why they had called their eldest son Michael and then instantly reverted to calling him Mickey. It was just one of those family jokes that no one could understand or make sense of. Mickey didn't mind it though; he preferred sharing his name with a worldwide famous mouse. Besides, it always seemed to make for a good conversation starter when he was meeting new people and they made the Disney joke he was more than used to by now.

He was looking forward to tonight, but then Mickey looked forward to any of his nights out with friends. They always held the promise of a good time and he could probably count on just one hand the amount of times they had failed to deliver. He already knew that tonight wasn't going to be another one for that tiny collection, not even when Tristan delivered his bad news. He felt bad for his buddy, but Tristan didn't seem too annoyed over everything. Maybe he suspected something was going to crop up like this sooner or later. Mickey didn't dwell on the thought too much, just said his goodbyes when Tristan came to leave. “We'll make sure to have a good time for you, Tris.” He smirked, reaching for his drink and polishing it off before turning his attention back to Jay. “Well, shall we get out of here and see what kind of hell we can raise, Jay?” He asked, standing up straight and checking the time. If they didn't want to end up rushing they would be best leaving soon.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 502!
OUTFIT! Grinning Gent!
LYRICS! Wildest Moments - - Jessie Ware
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Once upon a time, Jack had been all over the party scene and though that hadn't changed, she did cut back to spend more time with her boyfriend. But without him in the picture anymore, she was determined to get back out there in the swing of things once again. Leander had taken too much from her, including his sister, one of her closer friends, she was not letting him be the reason she was at home quietly wallowing. She spent enough time at home working that she really didn't need to spend more times within the confines of her flat, no matter how awesome it was. Throughout the summer she'd only gotten out for work, and though she was gone more than she was home, she still had those days where she was home.

It was good to be out with friends, having a good time and not worrying about what was to come next, who was going to be upset about it all. She wasn't technically speaking old enough to be out in the bars or the clubs but she had an excellent fake and with her accent, it was rare for a bouncer to look that closely. In her experience, they were usually too busy listening to her talk or looking at her to pay much attention to the ID card she handed over. Soon enough she would be able to use her actual identification card but until then, this one served her well. But that was a big reason she and her ex butted heads. Back home, she was old enough to drink and since she wasn't technically an American citizen, she wanted to participate! Her parents knew, and though they cautioned her, they didn't say much at all because not only did they trust their daughter, they had both gotten into worse trouble when they'd been young. As long as she didn't do something really reckless, they were fine with hearing about her shenanigans after the fact; which almost always included her best friend, Coop. Jay grinned, lifting her drink to her lips. "Noted." She copied before taking a sip of the sweet concoction.

Despite it being a while for Jay to be out with Tristan, she was excited for the night, and had been sad to find out he had to leave. But that was the price in the music industry. It was too close to being the same in her own field. She was the luckier one though, she had to admit. She only had cranky models to deal with and they were easily placated. Cranky models were far easier to deal with then temperamental artists. Like Jay though, Tristan loved his job. He thrived in it much like she did. It was like a drug almost, at least for Jay it was. She couldn't get enough of her job. She just loved it that much. "See you later, Silk." She added when he was turning away from them. She finished off what was left of her drink, though there wasn't much left at all. "Why Mickey, I thought you'd never ask." She said with a grin as she looped her arm through his and following his lead.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 535
Clothes || Feisty Photographer
Music || Girl Like Me ---Miranda Lambert
Notes || <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

So far, Mickey had been lucky enough that there had been nothing in his life to slow him down or really stop him from living how he wanted to live. His relationships had been short lived and never anything serious. His sister contracting meningitis when she was younger had definitely changed his outlook on life, but in the best possible way. Mickey had found himself thinking more about others then and that had been the start of his charitable duties playing superheroes and their villains, too. It was definitely time consuming and over half of his wardrobe was now dress up gear, but Mickey didn't regret it one bit. Seeing the faces light up and having their spirits lifted, even for just a few hours was worth it all for him. He'd keep donning the costumes and acting ridiculous for as long as they'd have him, and for as long as his own circumstances allowed him to do so. He loved it, no matter how crazy his friends thought he was sometimes for doing it in between classes and evening shifts at the restaurant.

Still, it was a few hours well spent and if he wasn't acting a fool for some sick children who benefited from his mad behaviour then he'd only be wasting the hours with Netflix, the gym, or playing Guitar Hero. At least with this interesting hobby he got to act like a total fool and the children got to forget about their illnesses or injuries for a little while. Instead they were just able to pretend that Batman and Robin were real, Superman could save the day and their chocolate milk might very well be stolen away by the wicked Joker if he crept into the ward after lunch and tormented the nurses. Twenty minutes and a costume change later and no one would think Mickey had been doing anything more than visiting a friend or relative himself. After that he was back to his usual life, be it a night out with friends or an evening of fine dining where he got to play the role of waiter to those who wanted the most expensive wine, or to those who just wanted some more breadsticks on the table. He barely had time to breathe in his hectic life, but Mickey liked it like that. It kept him busy, kept him moving and stopped him from having the chance to procrastinate or grow lazy.

With Tristan gone, Mickey assumed it would just be him and Jay now. He wasn't put off by the situation at all, since being shoved with strangers seemed to be part and parcel of the college experience. He wasn't worried about Tristan catching up with them later either; if it happened, it happened. Though he did feel a little bad for his friend having to miss out on the night he had organised in the first place. It had to suck a little bit, even if Tristan had shrugged it off in front of them. “Do you mind walking? Or we can grab a cab if you prefer. I just want to leave my car on campus.” It was safer here and they'd avoid the evening New York traffic. Mickey had lost count of the amount of nights where he'd left his camry in the parking lot with the other student cars, knowing it was safe there with CCTV and security guards patrolling regularly. It was the next best thing when he knew he wasn't likely going to be driving it back to his apartment's garage.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 596!
OUTFIT! Grinning Gent!
LYRICS! Wildest Moments - - Jessie Ware
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jack's life was hectic and chaotic but she loved it. She loved that each day she woke up knowing something would happen, she would be given some sort of job that included running around the city scouting locations and taking pictures or going to the studio or one of those many locations and doing an hours long shoot that included x amount of models, clothes and makeup. And even more crew to put together and then tear down the sets. It was chaotic and Jack loved every single second if it. She wouldn't have been able to stick to it if she didn't. She was the worst when it came to things she didn't like. She stopped doing whatever it was the second she lost interest. It was one of the many bad habits the Irish girl had but at least when she'd been a child, she'd finished whatever it was because her parents had put up the money for the classes but afterward she didn't go back. There were things she continued, football, martial arts but for the most part, she didn't keep up.

Photography for Jack wasn't just some passing fancy. It was exactly what she wanted for her life. She thrived in the busy studio and she hated the slow days where they had nothing but inventory and cleaning to do. Thankfully those days were few and far between. She had the drive and the creativity to go far and she wanted to so badly. But she also understood the need to get away from it all; even if there was a camera in her bag at that very moment. Jack just couldn't go without a camera within arm’s reach. There were nights when the only memories she had with her friends were thanks to the photos she took throughout the night. It was rare she got to spend time with Tristan but she wasn't bummed about him having to leave either. It was all part of the trade and Jay was used to be thrown together with strangers who weren't strangers by the time she said goodbye. Jay actually enjoyed being tossed with strangers because she got to meet all sorts of people that way. Nearly every model that walked through the door of the studio became a friend by the end of the day and Jay loved making new friends. She could never have too many friends.

"Lucky for me, I wore my waking shoes." Jay joked, lifting her left foot to show off the killer heels she had on. She didn't really need the height, even though she was petite at five foot four but they did make her feel good which was the reason she wore them almost daily. Unlike some people at her height Jay loved being tiny. People were always underestimating her and she loved showing people just how wrong they were about her. It was silly but since people had been underestimating her since she was a kid, it felt good to rub it in their faces that she wasn't some damsel in distress that needed to be saved or protected by some knight in shining armor; she was the knight. Adjusting her bag, Jay smiled up at Mickey. "Do you know where our first stop is?" She asked, starting towards the door and whatever was planned for the night. Jay trusted Tristan enough to know he would have planned something they all would have enjoyed so she wasn't at all concerned about was waiting for him.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 587
Clothes || Feisty Photographer
Music || Girl Like Me ---Miranda Lambert
Notes || <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

Mickey didn’t know where the future would take him. He was closing in on graduation, but he had majored in languages which meant he could do just about anything he pleased with them. His heart was in dressing up and putting on shows for the kids, but that was something he did out of his own kindness, and not something that would put food on his table. He also doubted that people would pay him to do it day in and day out for the rest of his life. There was a time limit on how many years he could dress up as Batman and convincingly make a bunch of children cheer and clap and believe that he really was the dark knight come to save the day from another of Gotham’s evil villains. Eventually there would come a time when he’d be more suited to the role of Alfred than Bruce Wayne, which wouldn’t exactly bode well for poor Mickey. However, he would volunteer and put on his silly shows for as long as he could and for as long as the children demanded them. The rest of his life would fall into place as and when it needed to.

Of course he’d come up with a plan and hopefully have a full time job to fall into when he finished college, but Mickey wasn’t the type to stress about having every last detail of his life worked out and finalised by the time he was twenty-five. There were people in his classes who were like that, who knew exactly what they wanted for every little aspect of their lives and it bothered Mickey. He couldn’t understand how people could be so certain when there were so many possibilities. Plus, he had a sneaky feeling that those people would regret a lot of things by the time middle age came around if they didn’t eventually leave a few things up to fate. After all, what was life without a few surprises? Mickey preferred to not know what was around the corner. He didn’t want to know what the next ten years held for him, or how he’d die. He would rather be amused by the little things when they happened, and enjoy life’s precious moments when they came his way.

He looked at the heels and rolled his eyes playfully. “Please, I wear higher on a Saturday night.” He said with a grin and a wink. Though when he had dressed as part of a Rocky Horror group during Halloween his freshman year he had worn a pair of high heels that had made even a few girls grimace. Mickey had been rather proud of himself for lasting the night in them, and they remained with the rest of his costume collection back at his apartment, though there had never been a call for them since. “I do.” He fished his phone from his pocket as they stepped outside, searching through his messages until he found the thread between himself and Tristan. “I wasn’t sure how held up I’d be at the hospital, so I got all the details in case I had to meet you guys there.” He explained, re-reading the details of the night’s plan and double-checking that they were actually moving in the right direction and not about to get themselves lost in the wild of New York City.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 569!
OUTFIT! Grinning Gent!
LYRICS! Wildest Moments - - Jessie Ware
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Jack Makenzie Greyson]

Jack might have had things planned out but her career was the only thing she had figured out. Becoming a photographer was everything she had ever wanted in life. Everything else was just extra but photography was everything for the Irish girl. Whatever happened next was up in the air and Jay didn't mind in the least. It was an adventure for her! She knew her workload inside and out, she knew what she could do from home and what needed to be done in office. She knew every aspect of her jobs day to day but her real life was a mystery. She didn't know if she would be meeting up with friends from school or friends from work, she didn't know any plans until they were implemented and she loved it that way. Her job was planned down to the minute in a sense that it was nice to have something messy. Jay was always joking that she needed some instability and that was also why her home studio was organized chaos.

Jack laughed as she shook her head at her companion for the evening. It was a shame Tristan couldn't join them but at least he had left her with someone funny. At the very least she would be highly entertained by this man. "Well its obvious you're the better woman then." She said with a sigh as though she were so disappointed she'd lost the crown. In fact, Jay had been working all day and hadn't actually given herself enough time to rummage through her wardrobe like she would have any other night. Hell, she'd been in sweatpants an hour and a half before she'd met up with Tristan and Mickey! So her heels weren't as high as they usually were when she was going out with Tristan especially. She liked to feel small compared to her male counterparts, not dwarfed by them! Not that the heels helped in Tristan's case or even in Mickey's if Jay were being honest.

Jack was relieved at least one of them knee the plan for the night. Tristan had kept the most of it to himself when he'd invited her along just saying it was going to be a fun night; and Jay had never been able to turn down a fun night. "Perfect!" Jay said with a laugh. They would have been quite the pair, roaming the streets and texting Tristan because neither of them knew the real plans for the evening. "So is that what you do then? Entertain sick kids for a living?" Jay inquired, wanting to know more about her partner in crime for the evening. So far he seemed like a nice guy, someone she wouldn't mind hanging out with again, despite only having met him less than an hour before. Jay actually enjoyed meeting new people. It was the arrogant, ignorant fools that pissed her off. And unfortunately, she worked in an industry full of them. Jay smiled through all the short jokes and the like because she knew in another twenty years her looks wouldn't matter as much for her job as theirs would and they wouldn't have them anymore; at least not naturally anyway.

Tag || mickey tyler wyvern
Words || 543
Clothes || Feisty Photographer
Music || Girl Like Me ---Miranda Lambert
Notes || <3

[mickey tyler wyvern]

Mickey frequently joked that he lived a life most little kids only ever dreamt of; he was a superhero. It didn’t matter that he didn’t really swing from streetlamps or stop criminals in their tracks. There were little kids out there who adored seeing him in his costumes, playing a character they loved from comic books or the movies that seemed to be coming out every other month these days. It was a fantasy from his own childhood to be able to dress up and act out scenes like he really was Batman, Superman, or even some of the villains they often faced. It might not pay the bills, or even pay anything at all, but it filled Mickey with a sort of fulfilment that he doubted any profession could ever offer him. Then again, he was twenty-two; he wasn’t supposed to have all the answers. He was meant to be just as lost and befuddled as the rest of the twenty-somethings crowding New York City.

Mickey took a moment, fluttering his eyelashes as he dramatically pretended to toss long hair back over his shoulder. “A girl has to try her best.” He said, raising his voice a couple of octaves for effect. He was a joker by nature, a goofball without even trying. Growing up might not have always been easy for him. His obsession with superheroes and things like Disneyworld often made him an easy target for the bullies, but by the time Mickey was sixteen things were changing on that front. At sixteen he was closing in on the height he was now, a towering kid with a solid frame thanks to a love of gym class. He had started to realise that there was no need to be ashamed of who he was or what he liked. It was also for the sake of his younger sisters that he gained that confidence and started fighting back when the bullies looked his way. It was hard for his friends now to ever imagine that the outgoing, ballsy Mickey was once terrified of going to school because of the daily torment, but it was a dark shadow in his past. However, it was something Mickey barely even thought about. The past was there for a reason, and that was to help shape the future. It wasn’t there to be dwelt upon or worried about.

The evening might have been cool, but it seemed like a perfect night for a walk. Mickey suspected that wherever they ended up would be crowded and probably a little bit sticky before they left anyway. He was just guessing that based on Tristan’s job and that the tickets that were now in his pocket were for a private VIP gig. It might not be an overwhelming crowd, but he suspected it would still be an excited one. He shoved his hands into his pocket and grinned modestly. “That’s just a hobby. I spend most of the time on the campus or at WD-50. I’m a double language major, so…” He trailed off, pulling a face instead. Whilst Mickey enjoyed the subjects he studied, the workload was heavier than most since he had more classes crammed into his week for both German and Spanish. Plus, there were also those moments when he was tired or overwhelmed with work and he started muddling up the languages, once even slipping in some high school French. It was a stressful time, but he managed, and he had his friends to help him get away from it all when he needed to. “If I could do that for a living though, I’d never be seen without a grin on my face.” He admitted honestly, hitting the button at the crossing before waiting for the lights to change for them to safely get across the street without being honked at or turned into road kill. “Tristan mentioned he knows you through his photography class. I take it that’s your major?” He asked politely, not one for talking about himself all night long. Mickey knew that once he got talking about his time at the hospital, donning those costumes, it was difficult to get him to shut the hell up again. Maybe a change in topic might help keep him from gushing about how much he loved it.

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TAGGED! Jack Makenzie Greyson
WORDS! 726!
OUTFIT! Grinning Gent!
LYRICS! Wildest Moments - - Jessie Ware
NOTES! <3 <3 <3