Home is Where the Hatred Is

Name: Aislinn Hayes
Age: 20
Bio: From congressmen to senators to White House advisors, the Hayes family has had a long standing history of political involvement. As the only child to a high-powered attorney mother and a congressman father, Aislinn has had high expectations placed on her since birth. She was raised to be an all-American sweetheart, dressed up and paraded around to further her father's image as a 'family man'. She grew up smart and spoiled, and at the age of 20, her college career has already encompassed three ivy leagues and Stanford, since she tends to get bored after a semester or two. She tends to run in a crowd of pretentious intellectual types; attending parties where she rolls her eyes a lot and drinks red wine and listens to assholes she hates talk modernist novels as though it might impress her. She studies computer science and it's one of her main passions; despite her fancy clothes and big blue eyes, she's more intelligent than she appears. She didn't just get into college by sharing her father's last name.
Personality: Aislinn has a bit of a reputation for being unfriendly and rigid, the type of girl who never lets loose, but she can't help it-- she's a perfectionist by nature, and maybe she is a little rigid, but it's part of the reason she always gets what she wants. It pays to be a daddy's girl when your daddy is a millionaire. She has a sort of dry sense of humor, where you're never quite sure if she's joking or not, and even though she might seem self-centered, she's loyal to a fault to the people she likes; secretly wanting to please anyone despite her 'devil may care' attitude.


Scott Randle
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Gang: The Invisibles
Appearance: Scott is tall and muscular. He not only works out but he loves to fight. Hes got black straight hair that when not down is scruffy and down to his ears. His jawline is that of a model after having it repaired from a fight. He's got sleeve tattoos as well as one on his back. He typically wears a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tight leather pants.
Description: Scott is a hot-headed, rude, stubborn, tough guy. He doesn't like to show emotions besides anger. He is very closed off and doesn't trust easily. He carries multiple concealed weapons at all times. His first resort to solve problems is fighting and he is extremely brutal and ruthless. He's just as dirty a fighter as the Vipers. Aside from his brutal self, Scott can be very sweet and protective to the people he loves and cares about.
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Family: He has a mother back in his hometown of NYC
Pets: King the German Shepard
Vehicle: Blue Mustang RTR
Theme Song: Animal I Have Become Three days Grace

Scott had just gotten done a modeling shooting as he was heading back to his house. These were the only times when he was in what was considered the rich part of town, other than that he stayed in his gang's territory. He wanted nothing to do with the snobby, arrogant, assholes he considered to live here. He knew they wanted nothing to do with him, to them he was as worthless as garbage. He was a fighting gang guy, many of the when he was strolling through their part of town would yell at him, or call the cops. Each request being denied because, it was where he worked. He was walking by the Hayes household when he looked up into it. After pondering his thoughts he realized why he was intrigued by it. His old classmate lives here.

@ jenny holzer.

Aislinn had been sitting on her back porch with her laptop, while her cat Orwell, a gray Scottish Fold, sat on her lap. She was home from her latest college-- Stanford-- on spring break, but part of her kind of wished she had just stayed, because her parents were already driving her insane, even after just a few days. Her father wished she'd come home more, to Washington DC where they lived, or even that she'd just go to school a few blocks away at Georgetown, but Aislinn knew that all being home more would mean is that she'd be dragged to countless galas and charity balls with her parents just so her dad could pretend that they were this perfect family and he'd get more votes come the next election. Orwell startled at the sound of Aislinn's mother yelling at one of her clients on the phone in the kitchen behind them, and suddenly jumped up and started running out towards the street. "Shit," Aislinn cursed under her breath, quickly pulling her hair back into a ponytail and running after her cat out to the street, where of course he had found someone to bother and was stopped directly in front of...someone who looked strangely familiar. "I'm so sorry," Aislinn sighed, rolling her eyes as she picked up her cat from the ground. "He thinks everyone wants to be his friend."

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Scott had been petting the small animal when she came out and grabbed him. He looked up at Aislinn and gave her a small smile. "It's quite alright. I like animals. He's friendly too so it's okay." He assured her, running a hand through his perfectly gelled and styles hair. He was still all done up from his shoot, so he didn't look quite like the bad gang boy he was. He looked what they considered presentable and rich. Which he was, just not like these people. "Man how have you been?" He asked with a smile. "It's been awhile."

@ jenny holzer.

Aislinn smiled back and nodded. "I've been... alright, I guess," she said with a breathy sort of laugh. "Mostly just a lot of school work-- uh, boring stuff. I'm studying computer science in California," she said, secretly hoping he wouldn't ask where. Usually, when she told people she was going to an ivy league or Stanford, that's when the uncomfortable questions would start coming, about whether she was some sort of genius or something. "But, you know. Spring break... Not a very exciting one, I guess, coming home to my parents' house, but I'm not really the type to pop molly in Cancun, anyway." Even though this was sort of blatantly obvious by the way she dressed, she didn't mind admitting it. She knew she looked like some sort of lame future lawyer, or at least just absurdly uptight, every time she stepped out of the house, but it was part of growing up with such strict parents-- everything she did reflected on them. Dressing nice was the easiest part of living up to that. "You look, uh- good, though. You've been doing well, too?"

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(FYI you need a space between the @ and my name)

Scott nodded and listened carefully as she spoke. He didn't think she remembered who he was. Especially because of how he was dressed. "Yea spring break back at home? That must be boring." He teased and ran a hand through his hair. When she asked how he was he paused and thought it over a bit. "I've been pretty good. Life hasn't been bad. Since graduating high school I got a job modeling." He paused and took out his walleye looking for a business card, he didn't know what the name of it was, finding it he handed her a business card. "Here. I never remember of the name. But yea, they pay well. And the business i advertise for pay better. That's why I'm here. There building is up the street. " he pointed in the direction. "I'm not usually in this part of town. They don't like me around here. But it can be mutual." He said with a roll of his shoulders

@ jenny holzer.

OOC: GOD I'm an idiot, thanks!

Aislinn laughed lightly, shrugging her shoulders a bit. "If I'm being completely honest, I don't like it around here all that much, either. I guess the best word I could use to describe it is... stifling." She started petting Orwell again, because he was beginning to fidget in her arms, like he was going to take off running again. "But that's a different situation than for you," she said thoughtfully, wondering if that was a bit rude or if he wouldn't take it personally. It didn't really take much to see that they were wildly different; Aislinn blended in perfectly with the fancy million-dollar townhouses and apartments while it was obvious that Scott didn't belong. She awkwardly shifted gears in the conversation, jumping to change the subject. "I'm dead bored here, you know," she said, earnest. "Being home is just easier access for my dad to nag me about moving home to DC. We should.... we should do something," she said, feeling a bit brave for some reason. God, he probably thought she was a total loser, with her cat in her arms and her shirt buttoned up to her neck.

@ BadStreetBoys

Scott chuckled as he listened to her talk about how much it bored her to be in this place, and man did he agree with her. If he could do shoots somewhere else he would. When she asked to do something he was a bit surprised, raising an amused eyebrow at Aislinn. "We should." He said grinning ayguy at the girl, reaching out and petting the cat as well. "Go bring him inside, put something on that can be more.. Movable?" He couldn't think of the word, but shrugged at his idea on it. "I think you'll have fun for a day as a bad girl." He teased and raised his hands above his head stretching out. "Don't tell daddy though, he would probably have me arrested."

@ jenny holzer.

Aislinn grinned, shrugging. "He's not home, anyway, and I don't think he cares much at all about what I do so long as it doesn't end up in the paper with his last name attached," she rolled her eyes. She didn't delude herself that her father cared about her any more than just making sure she didn't make him look bad. Both of her parents had always been busy when Aislinn was growing up; it was mostly just nannys and au pairs that raised her. "One sec, though," she said, running up the steps to her house with her cat, where the door was opened by one of her father's many bodyguards. As a high profile politician, they'd had plenty of people trying to break in before, and Aislinn had gotten used to the presence of security guards most places she went with her parents. She quickly changed into a less ridiculously conservative shirt, throwing a jacket and a flannel over it, before jogging back downstairs. "Okay, ready?"

@ BadStreetBoys

Scott had waited outside the fence for Aislinn to return.mwhen she had disappeared into the house he was checking his phone. Scott had gotten plenty of texts, some from Ryder, some from his agent, and some from girls who hated him and high school but wanted to be all over him now that he had money and was modeling. When she returned he gave her a polite smile and offered his arm to her, in a mockingly gentlemanly fashion. "Off we go, madam." He teased, leading Aislinn out of the preppy rich folk land. To the real city where people actually live like normal folks. As he led her down Main Street he looked around for somewhere to stop. "Anywhere specific you'd like to go?"

@ jenny holzer.

Aislinn furrowed her eyebrows in thought, eventually shrugging her shoulders. "Embarrassingly enough, I hardly know of anything to do outside of my neighborhood. And there's not much to do there, which made my decision to move far away pretty easy," she grinned, digging in her purse for the pack of Parliaments she usually only smoked when she was stressed. She had been stressed lately, even if she wasn't particularly at that very moment, so she figured that counted. "Mostly I just studied a lot in high school. Didn't have a lot of time to explore the city, I guess," she said, rolling her eyes at herself. She'd graduated valedictorian, but she'd had a pretty boring childhood. She was captain of the debate team, student government president, and a starter on the soccer team, always doing something that looked good on college applications. "Shit, you got a lighter?" she asked, realizing hers was in her bathroom at home.

@ BadStreetBoys

Scott walked with her outside the small neighborhood and to the downtown area of the city. "Well we could go out to eat, or go bowling, or you could come to my place and watch a movie?" He suggested a few things as he watched her. In high school Scott had been the opposite. He was in detention and suspended half the time. Unless it was football or baseball season. Those were the only things he was good at and cared for in high school, he was known as a player, despite half the girls hating him. Though they know liked him and wanted everything to do with the newly signed model. "Yes I do." He said and reached into his pocket pulling out the lighter and handing it to Aislinn.

@ jenny holzer.

OOC: Sorry for the slight delay! Crazy weekend, lol

Aislinn hummed consideringly, before saying, "Let's just watch a movie or something, you know? I kind of just want to... de-stress, if that's alright," she said, pulling out her pack of cigarettes as she said it, putting one between her lips and using Scott's lighter to burn it. She'd been working on computer science stuff for weeks, and her mind was a mess of JavaScript and CSS. She inhaled deeply, relishing in the familiar feel of the smoke in her lungs, the more controlled cadence to her breathing. She'd picked up the habit from an old ex-boyfriend who used to smoke after sex, and she'd eventually come to enjoy it; although most of the enjoyment she got from it stemmed from the fact that her father absolutely would not approve. "Thanks for the lighter," she added, remembering her manners a bit belatedly from the small rush of nicotine.

@ BadStreetBoys

Scott nodded and took his lighter back, with the presence of Aislinn smoking he pulled a joint from his pokcet, which was pretty cleverly disguised as a cigerette. Lighting it he took a huff of the joint and looked down at her with a smile. "Well lets go to my place. Daddy would surely hate that." He teased, grinning stupidly at her as they excited the neighborhood and towards downtown. After about fifteen minutes of walking Scott stopped at a medium black house, he went up the steps, pulled his keys out and unlocked the door. He opened it and waited for Aislinn to go in first, shutting and locking the door behind them. His house is what you'd expect from him. It was a mess, and had many of his photos from shoots hung up everywhere. It showed off his magnificent body.

@ jenny holzer.

Aislinn grinned, taking a few more drags of her cigarette expertly before it burned down to the filter and she used it to light another one before putting the old cigarette out on a lamppost they passed before tossing it in the nearest trash can. She at least didn't litter her cigarettes; and actually felt pretty annoyed a lot of times by people who did. She walked around Scott's house admiringly, smoking her second cigarette of the day and looking at all of his pictures and his mess of a house. It wasn't bad, though-- clearly a bachelor pad, but that wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. It reminded her a lot of some of her old dorm rooms, just on a larger scale, and okay, fine, messier. Even on her bad days her dorm was still mostly picked up. "You know what," she said. "If you're gonna get high, you might as well share, yeah? We should trade," she said, holding out her cigarette. There was a slight lipstick stain on it, which was a little embarrassing, but at least it was better than having lipstick on her teeth.

@ BadStreetBoys

Scott followed Aislinn throughout his house, watching as she admired and checked it out. He was curious as to what she actually thought of it. When she made the comment he helps the joint out to he, taking the cigarette in his fingers and bringing it to her lips, after he took the drag he paused. "Taste like a good time." He purred flirtatiously, taking a step closer to Aislinn and his hand placed on her hip. "If you wanna get High with me. Why not just have me light another joint?" He asked and took another for, her pocket and lit it. Now Scott had a joint and cigarette, each in one hand, taking turns with each. "Let's go to the master room and watch a movie." He said smoothly.

@ jenny holzer.

( it's not your fault but it never notifies me. So that's why I might not answer quick)

OOC: Yeah, for some reason I think it's just this thread, lol, because I've been notified for other threads? It's weird!

Aislinn breathed in deeply, relishing in the familiar feel of the weed in her lungs, slowly exhaling to keep it in her system for as long as possible. She didn't smoke all that often, weed or cigarettes, but she enjoyed it a lot, the warm feeling of the rough paper on her lips, the feeling of the smoke hot and acrid in her body, sort of like it was blanketing her insides. It was satisfying, in a bone deep sort of way, and what she always noticed the most was how heightened her physical senses were, more intense, even after just a few drags. She was all too aware of Scott's hand on her hip, and she placed her hand on top of his, stilling it there. She could hold her liquor fairly well, but she always got high fairly quickly. "Yeah, definitely," she said, her voice sounding kind of hazy even to her own ears, allowing herself to be led by Scott through his house. God, if her father knew about this, he'd flip-- and that was satisfying in itself.

@ BadStreetBoys

Scott's master room was a combination of his bedroom and his living room, he led Aislinn to his bed and climbed into it, though he sat up against the headboard. He grabbed a remote and set it on his lap, taking another drag from the cigarette, then the joint. "You're interesting." He purred out, exhaling the smoke slowly from his mouth. Scott grinned at Aislinn when she climbed into the bed with him. Scott took the remote and turned in his large flat screen, flicking through the movie channel. "What do you wanna watch?" He asked and yawned slightly. He kept glancing over at Aislinn, pausing a moment he bit his lips and thought 'Damn she's hot'.

@ jenny holzer.

Aislinn grinned. "So I've been told," she teased, stretching out on the bed, a bit cat-like. It was mostly a joke; most of the people who thought she was interesting only thought so when they learned that her father was a congressman, or they were a fan of some of the work she'd done coding. She didn't think Scott was particularly into politics or computers, so the different context was flattering. "Mm, something classic," she thought, in reference to the movie. Scott flicked past The Godfather on the remote, and Aislinn stopped his hand. "Wait, this is good! Like, one of the greatest American movies of all time, if not the greatest, it would be, like, sacrilegious to watch something else," she said, mostly thinking out loud in the way that she usually did when she was high. She'd been interested in film as a major for a while, but her father told her once that it was a useless degree. She liked computer science better, anyway, so it wasn't like it was a loss to study it.

@ BadStreetBoys

Scott flicked it back to the Godfather. And looked over raising an eyebrow. "Oh is it?" He asked and laid back in the bed. "We can watch it then." He purred out, his voice hollow. Scott was a calm yet horny high person, but he was gonna do his best to not show that to Aislinn, he didn't wanna scare the girl away already. "But yes, you're interesting. I like it."
He said and looked at her, his eyes droopy but he had a crooked smile on his face. "I definitely need to know you more than I knew you through high school.

@ jenny holzer.