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[Nefelibata726]

Russell Bowman

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Russell flinched as the other redhead snapped at him, swallowing hard as he glanced down. Crossing his arms over his stomach, Russell looked away as he heard Kit and Randy help try to talk down Tyler. It wasn't often Russell was brave enough to speak out like he did, but he didn't want to lose anybody else, he couldn't bare that. "Grayson wouldn't want another accident like his to happen," Russell muttered, looking down as he fought back his tears. He glanced up watching Drew going, stepping forward to stop him but he was already gone. With a shaky breath, Russell looked at Tyler once more. ​

"We...none of us need drugs, drugs aren't going to help us in anyway. Lets... lets go get a drink. Try to forget for a while..." Russell said, looking at Tyler before looking at the others. "All of us. I'll...I'll text Drew, and Olivia. They can meet us at the bar. What'd ya say?" Russell asked, glancing at everyone before looking back at Tyler. "It will help...and being together will cheer us up." At least he hoped it would. He didn't want to spend the night in tears. He'd rather be with his friends.

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[Wyosch]

Tyler Harris // Talking To: Russell, Kit & Randy // Mentioned: Olivia & Drew

Name: Tyler Harris
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Hetero
Birthday: April 10th, 1996
Height: 6'3''
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Red (Ginger)


Personality: Rather than talk about his feelings, Tyler will give a sarcastic comment or blow it off as nothing he couldn't handle, not to worry. He is a brash man who has a blunt way of speaking. Outwardly he shows himself almost at all times confident, inwardly while he may doubt, he is a man who does not give up. Tyler does what needs to be done. His past leaves him a little more dangerous than your average human. He can be a good person to talk to, he knows a lot about life but you have to get past that brash outer layer and maybe get lucky to find out that there is something a little deeper to him. Tyler is not a man who trusts easily. He can have a temper that sets off quick and explodes like a volcano, he will bellow and lash out any way he can.


Bio: Tyler was born into a drug-abusing family. His father was an alcoholic, and his mother a heroine-abuser. It was a miracle that Tyler was healthy and perfectly fine at birth, even with his mother having constantly used substances during her pregnancy.
Both of his parents abused him both mentally and physically, using their son as a punching bag whenever they had a bad day. Tyler was used to being called names at home, and so he couldn't have cared less when he started being bullied at school.
With the constant abuse at home and school, it was no surprise that the boy would turn to substantial abuse sooner or later.
At the young age of only 12, Tyler got drunk and high, all to escape his living nightmare called 'home'.
From the last few years of middle school all the way throughout high school, Tyler dealt drugs, got into trouble with criminal gangs and had his occasional police station visit.
He had been in a very low place, but thanks to Grayson, his best friend, he was slowly getting over his addiction and bettering his life - not knowing about Grayson's excessive drug abuse.
The news of his best friend's overdose hit Tyler extremely hard and blew him right off of the right tracks, back into a deep, black hole - the only way to escape being drugs.

Tyler gulped nervously, looking down at the floor in shame. He wasn't sure what had made him snap at his friends like that. They all hadn't deserved it, and definitely not at a place and time like this. They were going through enough shit already, he didn't have to make it worse for them.
"I-", the redhead muttered under his breath, just letting out a silent breath before gathering the courage to face his friends again.
"Sorry for snapping at y'all like that. And saying all that stuff... I- I didn't... I didn't mean it. And I sure as hell didn't mean to yell..."

The young man just sighed once more, agreeing to Russell's idea of going to go get some drinks with a nod. All of them needed to clear their heads a bit, and as Russell had mentioned, a drink would do them good. Them all being together again would do them good.
Hopefully.
"You think Olivia and Drew will want to come? I kinda believe I hurt Drew with what I said..."

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[AshleyTheNarwhal]

As Skylar watched his friends pile out she couldn't help but tear up. Her heart ached...maybe it was Grayson hurting for them too. She was sure he wouldn't want them to be hurting this bad... Skylar watched one of the young men go over by a tree and start losing it, Grayson's girlfriends trying to console him. All of their relationships looked very complex and she could tell they blamed themselves more than anything...but no body can prevent what had happened...they just couldn't. She decided her staring at them made her look like a weirdo so she hopped in her jeep and wiped her eyes. The driver home would be long. Skylar really wanted to know more about Grayson but right now was definitely not the best time to go looking for answers...then again when would she ever see these people again. SHe sighed.

When she got home her Mother was at work and her Dad was tattooing a client at home. She went by her Dad's home studio and poked her head in. Hey Dad...I'm home...and tired. Her Dad stopped what he was doing for moment and looked at her and smiled. "Go relax, once I'm done here we'll figure something out for dinner, your Mom is doing a double." Skylar nodded and went down to her basement room. She stripped down out of her fancy dress and flats and threw on black shorts and a Black Sabbath shirt. She laid across her bed and closed her eyes. All she could think about was Grayson's face.

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Olivia

Seeing Drew bawling his eyes out, the sobs wrecking his body, broke her heart all over again. Instantly, her arms were draped around him, pulling him closer, hoping he could draw strength from her touch just like she wanted to draw strength from his presence. "Drew, Drew..." She whispered his name over and over. She didn't ask herself why he was acting this way-- they'd just lost a dear friend. Someone who touched them all in very different ways.

After a moment she pulled back, dipping her head to meet his red faced gaze. "Drew, it's okay to cry. But you're crying like you did this to him, and I need you to know that you didn't." She settled back on her heels, reaching for his hand and lacing their fingers together. "You do know that, don't you? Don't be sorry, Drew..." She trailed off, biting her lip, and biting back her own tears.

Location: opposite side of the church

Mood: struggling

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Kit Elison

Kit smiled softly at Tyler. No one blamed him for having an episode. Being clean was hard enough and with your best friend dying on top of it, kit had no idea how he was getting through. He was tough. She couldn't say the same. When Russell started going on about how none of them needed drugs, Kit went quiet. She felt extremely guilty and scared for herself. This could be her future. Drying of an overdose like Grayson, her friends crying outside the church, snapping at each other, being emotional wrecks. But, even with that consequence in the back of her mind, she couldn't stop. She needed the high now more then ever.

"That sounds like a great idea, Rus. I need a drink." Kit said to Russell, chuckling a bit to lighten the mood. "I'm sure you didn't hurt Drew. Lets send them a text. I'm sure they're down for a drink. Besides, we all need to be together now." Kit said, taking her phone out of her purse and seeing the multitude of "sorry for your loss" notifications from every social media platform. She's had a difficult time using her phone for the past few days. Everyone knew about their tight friend group. Their friend group had withstood years. They met in elementary school and have been attached at the hip since, withstanding middle school, high school, and now they were all at the same college. Everyone was going on Facebook and Twitter with a heartfelt message to the seven of them, saying how sorry they are for our loss, and wishing them well. It was constant. It was aggravating.

Kit swiped away form the notifications and clicked onto their group chat. She hesitated for a moment reading the group name, "Grayson's Circus". Grayson often called himself the ringmaster of the group because he was always the one to come up with some grand adventure or host the party of a lifetime. He had renamed the group chat a week ago as a joke and they all rolled their eyes and laughed along with Grayson. Her breath was taken from her for a moment. She realized that this text would not only be sent to the seven of them, but it would be sent to Grayson's phone as well. Somehow, she closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath trying not to cry again. She mustered up the strength to send a quick text to the group.
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Grayson's Circus

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The Library?

The Library was their favorite bar. It was the only one in town that didn't card, so the few of them that weren't 21 could grab a drink. It was a modern hipster bar filled with bookshelves of books you could actually rent out like a real library. It was relatively big with a single bar and lounge areas around the books and a dance floor on the opposite side of the bar. By day it was a chill scene with people reading and drinking, but at night it could get really wild. They had theme nights there often, Kit's favorite being 90s night.

Kit put one arm around Russell and the other around Tyler and gave them a bit of a squeeze. "Do you guys want to head over now? They can catch up with us later if they want to come." She said, her phone in hand waiting for a text back. "Timothy is here, he can take us." She announced, referring to her driver.
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[seasonedcat]

Drew felt the world freeze as arms wrapped around him. Oliva was hugging him. Without thinking about it too much he wrapped his arms around her and began to sob into her shoulder still muttering a few 'I'm sorry' every now and then. After a while his sobbing died down to hiccups and him shaking like a leaf. Oliva pulled away and Drew reluctantly removed his grip on her to let her go.

He didn't meet her gaze when she moved her face to his view, but he did look tentatively look at the girl in the peripheral of his vision. He still couldn't look at her, not only did he kill her lover, but he had ended up making her comfort him and that was unacceptable. He didn't deserve this. She didn't know that it was his fault, that's why she was being nice to him. She had no idea what he had done, he wasn't even sure if the girl knew that he was at the party that day. He wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. After all, he didn't bother asking for anyone to go because he just wanted a good smoke with some people he would never have to see again. But that meant to be joyful night ended up not being so joyful.

Oliva's words hit him hard, causing him to let out a dry sob. "Y-you don't understand! It is m-m-my fault! I sa-saw that he was d-doing too much! I-I didn't stop him! It's my fault! I'm s-sorry Oliva. I'm s-s-s-so sorry... ;-;" Drew had said all the things he wanted to keep hidden before he had even thought it over. This caused him to turn pale and for the first time since Grayson's death, met someone's gaze. He began shaking more as he waited to see the hate, to see her caring face to turn to angry. He deserved it though, after all what kind of psycho killed their own friend?
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Olivia

Liv stared at Drew, wondering how in the hell she was managing to keep it together. Was it because she'd cried out every extra ounce of water in her body? Was she somehow able to fake this? Or was she completely numb, all emotions forgotten? Drew was still shaking, but she could see him looking at her out of the corner of his eye. She offered him a small smile, reaching for his hand to hold again.

At his outburst, she merely blinked, only slightly taken aback. A fresh wave of grief hit her and she felt tears spring to her eyes, both for her lost love and her friend in front of her. Shaking them away, she drew in a shaky breath. "Drew." She shook her head, chuckling softly as tears began to fall down her face. "He always did too much." She bit her lip, hard, remembering all the times he'd fall asleep with the belt still wrapped around his arm. All the times she would remove that belt so that his circulation would resume.

And no one knew.

"You didn't kill him, Drew. That much I can promise you." Her phone rang then, and she reached for it, tucked away in her tiny purse. Pulling it out, she saw the group chat message and sucked in a harsh breath. "It's the group." She muttered, opening the message and reading it. "Kit asked if we could meet them at the Library." Looking over at Drew, she sighed and shut her phone off, tucking it away. "Come on. We're going."

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Mood: struggling

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[AshleyTheNarwhal]

Skylar heard a faint knock on her bedroom door, it woke her up out of her light sleep. She sat up Come in Her Dad's head poked in "Hey Punkin'' I'm truly not hungry why don't you take some money and go down to that little bar down the street and get some awful greasy bar food." He said jokingly tossing her a couple 20's. "You also should probably make some friends so you can actually have a life and not be such a loser." He smiled at her. He walked in and sat down next to her and gave her a big hug. Her Dad was like one of the classic Italian men with big hairy gorilla arms. Those gorilla arms always comforted her when she needed it most. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and went back upstairs.You're a loser! She said to him he walked up the stairs

Her Dad wasn't wrong though, he rarely was. Since she had this new found life she should probably be out doing what 20 year olds do...party..but that wasn't really her scene..but if her going and having fun would make her parents happy , why not? She sighed and got out of bed. Skylar put on some ripped jeans and a black tank top. She wore black doc martens with it. She left her makeup on from earlier it still looked okay. She brushed out her hair and grabbed her stuff and headed out the door. She walked down the street, the bar was only a few blocks from their house which was nice in case she would have to walk home later...which she doubted.

The bar wasn't too packed yet..her and her dad came here every once in awhile to eat, she liked it here. She went up to the bar and got a margarita and went to a small table in the corner and sat down. She people watched while she sipped on her drink.

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[seasonedcat]

Drew felt his whole world freeze at those words. 'You didn't kill him'. Those words meant everything to him. He had wanted to hear those words since he found out that Grayson was dead, he had needed them to keep him sane. Because he wasn't able to tell himself those words. He wasn't able to convince himself that he hadn't in fact killed Grayson, but her saying it. Oliva, Grayson's girlfriend, for some reason it was easier to believe. For some reason he felt like part of him could in fact believe those 4 words. Believe that it in fact wasn't his fault.

For the first time in a while, Drew felt light. He felt like that weight that was slowly crushing him had stopped for a bit, and was just hanging above him but leaving him alone for this brief moment. And man, to Drew that brief moment of being able to breathe, that moment was so very precious to him. He couldn't dare describe verbally how much this meant to him. However, of course the guilt and pain was still there, it had just backed off for a moment. He knew it would be back later, but the words he needed to breathe easier had been said, and that may have been his saving Grace.

Drew gave Olivia a weak nod. Bringing up his sleeves to wipe away the snot and tears that had began to dry on his face. He didn't think he would be able to consume any alcohol any time soon, maybe ever again, but being with his friends after so long felt like a gift. He managed to stand himself sluggishly, breakdowns take a lot out of you, and let out a shaky breath. Running his trembling hands through his disheveled hair trying to look like he didn't just have a freak out he began tiredly make his way away from the tree knowing that Oliva would be following. Maybe, even though Grayson was gone. Maybe, even though they were all a little broken. Maybe... Maybe, everything would be alright.
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[Nefelibata726]

Russell Bowman

"It's okay, Tyler," Russell said softly, trying to hide the hurt in his voice as he looked up from the ground. He looked at Kit as he heard her speak, nodding slightly and watching her type the text. "We're all on edge, Tyler. I would be surprised if one of us hadn't yelled or some shit today," the other redhead muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He wasn't mad, just upset in general. With one of his best friends dying, getting snapped at, the lack of drugs he's been on. The young man had gone cold turkey ever since, and it was taking a big toll on his mental, and physical health. He just knew he couldn't show his emotions, not in front of these guys anyway. He's never been the type to cry in front of people, it was rare if he ever did cry in front of someone. Russell wanted to keep that strong persona, not show how weak he believed he was if he cried.

Russell felt the soft buzzing of his phone in his jean pocket, knowing good and well it was the group text. He hadn't touched his phone in days. Not looked at it, at least. He didn't want to send the overblown notifications of Facebook and his texts. He didn't care. Those words wouldn't help, they never did. What good is it to say "sorry for your loss"? It doesn't bring the person back, it doesn't make people feel better, it doesn't do shit. He cleared his throat and looked at Kit, nodding slightly as he smiled at her. "Yeah, alright. he can drive us," the young man complied, looking toward the car. Honestly, Russell didn't think he could get to the bar anyway. He was too damn tired to drive anymore, he was too tired to walk. Hell, the only thing he truly wanted to do at this point was getting drunk off his ass and pass out until morning. That would take a weight off the world, that's for damn sure.

Russell walked over to the car with the small group, getting into the backseat and sitting by the window. With a soft sigh, the man laid his head back and closed his eyes, just trying to focus on anything but Grayson. Grayson's voice, appearance, his laugh, the way he acted. These thoughts hadn't left his mind since the incident. As much as Russell didn't want to think about these things, he couldn't stop himself. He just hoped the others weren't suffering like this as well....

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