Realistic or Modern Southern Nights

[Aster Sapphire]

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[monkeydoll555]

panic! at the disco

far too young to die

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I've never so adored you

So apparently, Magnolia Darington was dead.

Avery hadn't known the woman well, if at all. He remembered the name briefly once her funeral was announced, probably because it sounded like some old Hollywood starlet or grand dame of class or something of that sort. Despite this, he noticed the names of his former classmates and friends popping up in the group chat, and with that, he figured he may as well go on and head to the funeral, on the off chance that someone he knew would also be there. He didn't exactly tell anyone, but surely that wouldn't be a problem for anyone.

Or, at the very least, he was keeping his fingers crossed that it wouldn't be.

Having no car to speak of, he just decided that taking the bus would be just fine, considering he didn't have any other options (he was definitely not taking an uber this time). So, with his phone in one hand and his bag slung over his shoulder, he made his way to the... funeral home? Church? He wasn't sure he could tell at this point, admittedly. But nevertheless, he was heading to the funeral.

Getting there had been a bit of a hassle, but he had made it through well enough. When he did manage to get inside, it seemed that he was the first arrival, with some family and such scattered about the room. He swallowed, feeling only slightly awkward that he had completely forgotten a card or any flowers to hand over to the family. But, he figured, he was not there to give many condolences or, really, even be seen by many people. He was mainly there to... to what? Prove something of himself, maybe? Who the hell knew at this point, admittedly. In any case, he had already picked a spot to hunker down and wait for the rest of the group chat. He had taken a moment to write some kind words in the guest book, but as soon as he was done, he had made his mind up, moving to a corner and pulling out a small notepad to write down any thoughts he had right now, and he started to wait for anyone he knew to arrive.

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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

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Singer

Saruh

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Anxious

outfit

outfit

location

location here

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N/A

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@erzulie (mentions Lisette)

It wasn't particularly a surprise that she ended up at Magnolia's funeral, it was the circumstances that were unexpected. The young girl was well known for the party life and drugs - a life that Saruh had lived in once upon a time ago when she was spiraling after her mother disowned her for coming out. The irony - she thought she'd be the first of the group chat to pass. Some days she itched to go back to that life, to abuse the pills, to ease her mind from the pains of existence. If she was honest - the anti-depressants helped, but they weren't a fix. Her mind still drove through the storm of chaos that her anxiety and depression left her with, she just no longer had the emotional outbursts that accompanied it. She was able to function because of the anti-depressants, even still able to be creative, but those thoughts never left.

She was responsible now. Better. You couldn't tell by the state of her marriage, but she was better. She didn't know what happened to her relationship with Lisette. They had conquered so many obstacles to get to the happiness of exchanging vows and all of that seemed meaningless now. She was better. Why didn't things work even when she was better?

Her chestnut eyes gazed out of the tinted glass pane that of the door of the sable vehicle she was riding in. She hadn't expected to be going to the funeral without the support of her wife, but here she was. Alone.

Solitude had become familiar. So much so that any time she had with her wife felt foreign, forced. If felt like a charade. They were performing the most raved about play on broadway. Theatre had become her entire life. The songs she sang about the men she dated in the past felt more like current events than any love she and her bride shared. Those lonely nights in her room on the opposite of their large house. Those nights all she wanted was to lie next to the woman she shared a surname with. But any cold glance, dry response she got always made what was only a couple hundred steps feel like a couple thousand of miles.

"we're here ma'am."

Her driver had spoken and jerked her out of her world of solitude. The way he pronounced ma'am was stirring, she hadn't gotten used to the way some British pronounced it similarly to "mom". She'd even take her mom's company right now though.

"Thank you," was all she offered as she waited for him to come open her door. She stepped out of the vehicle the sun disturbing her eyesight with its overbearing brightness -a direct contrast to the somber mood she was in. She squinted hard before her hands were able to find the shades before she slid them to the bridge of her nose, finally able to open her eyes and lay her vision upon the catholic church for the first time.

"Oh Maggie..." she stated gently trailing off before letting her feet guide her into the church. She found a seat near the back and let that be where she would hide. She was in no mood for fans, so hopefully she could avoid that, but also she knew there would probably be some type of paparazzi or fans somewhere in hiding. Maggie was very popular herself and many of the people who would be attending would also be, the on particular couple in mind being an NFL player and his Singer wife.

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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

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Run Fef Run

fefy.

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Tired

outfit

In Picture

location

at funeral

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Avery Atkins

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monkeydoll555

A loud yawn escaped the jaws of the young woman as she rose from her position on the couch. She cast a glance to the other side of the den, before looking back to the area where her phone laid. A quick tap of a manicured nail on the phone screen and it lit up to shower the time. Though she woke before her alarm, it wasn't by much, so she let out another yawn getting to her feet.

She had fallen asleep in the den of her sister's apartment, naked, but there was no need to cover her as neither she nor her wife would be back anytime soon. The joys of crashing with sisters who were WWE superstars so they were never home and sometimes when they were, they were at their other house in Florida. This meant that she could march around the house without any clothes.

She moved to the bathroom and began to get ready for the day, a somber occasion of a funeral. It took a couple of hours for her to get ready, shower, do her hair and makeup. Eventually, she would finish and put her clothes on and call an Uber and be on her way. On the ride over she kind of just looked out the window. She didn't really know Magnolia that well outside of the mutual connection, like the group chat, but she would go to the funeral and the following events to support those friends of her who were close and did know her. She knew Orisha was going, so at the very least she would be there to support her.

It wouldn't be long until she found herself at the location making sure to move her way in. When she shot a text off to Orisha ( Aster Sapphire ) before spotting someone she did know in Avery, and sitting right next to them,

"Hey, Avery! I know it's a sad day but it's so nice to see you"

Her voice was in essentially a whisper, trying to pay respects though the funeral hadn't started.

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[Aster Sapphire]

It took several times, but eventually, Ben managed to silence his alarm.

He hadn't slept a wink last night. Whether that was because of the day he had ahead of him or the unforgiving lumpiness of his mattress is debatable. The first order of business when the payment from his last gig cleared was getting a new mattress.

With a labored groan, he shuffled to his feet and began his morning, taking a quick shower and pulling on his clothes. Today is Maggie Darlington's funeral, no matter how many times he said it, it didn't feel like reality.

Having been friends with them in college made matters tragic enough, but for her to have been so young and her death so sudden made matters infinitely worse. His morning was spent in somber silence, donning his black clothes and scarfing down a breakfast of the dumplings his mother had dropped for him when he shared the news.

He was grateful, as cooking was the furthest thing from his mind. Soon, he was headed out the door and to the funeral, riding along in his old, beat-up Civic. He took extra care on the silent drive to the funeral.

When he arrived, he scanned the crowd for familiar faces. Despite DuBois' side, no one had more than two or three degrees of separation between each other.

His eyes immediately land on a familiar face, Fef's. Seeing her stirs up complicated emotions that join his already present grief. Almost every day, they exchanged texts frequently after their break-up, getting his hopes up of them rekindling things.

The other person he recognizes is Avery, someone he'd met in the city's film scene. He wasn't sure if he was grateful for the buffer between him and his ex or frustrated that he wouldn't get a moment alone. Only then does he remember the tragic circumstances of them all being in the same room. He joins the two, clearing his throat and nodding to them. "Hey, you two. Avery, Fefs," he says, his gaze lingering on her a moment.

"Mind if I join you?"

 

[Kitsune2202]

@If.U.Seek.Amy

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Amy

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Nervous and Saddened

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Black dress and pearls (Here)

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Home

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Remi AkuTheWolfOkami

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Orisha

In the back of her mind, sure the thought that Maggie might die young if she didn't change her ways crossed her mind…but she never imagined it actually happening. People like Maggie always seemed invincible, like the rules of life just didn't apply to them. She knew Maggie better then she'd admit being labelmates, and even sharing a song together back in the day. Also her husbands former too close for comfort relationship. Not to mention, she DID change. She started finally sobering up, and it's just tragic that when she finally started to live better her life gets taken from her in a car crash of all things.

Amy stared at herself in the mirror of her vanity, the world around herself mostly a blur of mixed emotions. Probably to most people's surprise she was genuinely saddened to hear the news. For all the issues they have, no one deserves an early grave. However there was also the pain of seeing how deeply this was affecting her husband, even if he'd never fully admit it to her. She understood why, she'd made it abundantly clear upon them reuniting that she wanted him to have nothing to do with his former flame anymore. Why would he confide in her about how he's truly feeling? She'd do her best to be as sensitive as possible to him today of all days. She could grant her husband that grace for keeping his promise.

She lined her lips in the dark red tone, before pulling her hair back into a neat low sleek bun. The jewelry of choice today was pearls. She was going for a moderately classic look, but she was also aware that there would probably be cameras flashing trying to capture the event at the very least outside of the church. It was going to be a grand affair because despite being cut off from her family years ago in light of what actually happened, apparently her family chose to organize the event and they wouldn't let a Darrington go out any other way. It was rumored that they'd even be in attendance today…well her brother would be representing the whole family. It was unlikely he'd say anything more just a facilitator to make sure it looked the way it should for the world. Amy wasn't envious at all of the girls' family life. No wonder she spent her whole life trying to escape. Another rumor of their involvement was because since she didn't have any kids nor was married all her assets returned to her family. Once again the rumor at least was that it went to her brother. There were many rumors swirling around her life and now death, but a part of Amy knew that honestly? She wouldn't want it any other way.

She stood up once she was finished to see how her husband was faring, "Do you need me to help with anything?" She asked softly with a gentle smile gracing her lips. She wanted to be his rock today, and support him through this difficult time. Thankfully Ori would also be at the funeral doing the same for her. Keeping her mind focused on what it should be instead of letting a darker side of Amy peek through in the worst of times.

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[Kitsune2202]

@Stellar.Bae

Black Gold

Stella

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Supportive

outfit

Black dress [Here]

location

Magnolia's Funeral

interactions

[Open]

Mentions

Max, Dee, Anita, Avery, Ben, Fefe

What was Stella doing here? Sure she knew Maggie, everyone Knew at least of Maggie since she made it hard not to. But they weren't close…like at all. In fact Stella made it a point sometimes to stay as far from the girl as possible. Except for a few party stints with Dee. No one could say that girl was boring. Dee…that's right. That's why she's here because Dee needed someone in her corner right now.

Her relationship with the girl was complicated. From unlikely friends to on and off again probably borderline if not a tiny bit toxic relationship, to now? Friends? Just friends. It was a weird transition ever since Stella decided to be serious about ending whatever they were. Dee was simply too wild for Stella. She cared deeply for the girl, but not at the expense of herself anymore. Max had been right, as much as she hated to admit it, but Stella just wasn't built for that kinda life. However she has grown to better accept her friends who choose to live that way. She no longer feels the need to control every aspect of her and those around her life. Well…less, she feels the need less. Look, she's a work in progress and all that therapy is finally paying off.

She originally was going to carpool with some people, but in the end decided against it. She'd feel obligated to stay as long as they did, and well she didn't know them well enough to stick around if they felt like lingering. There were only a couple people showing up today who she'd do that for.

She arrived just a bit early wanting to make sure she wouldn't miss her friend arriving. She stepped out of her car to already see some familiar faces. She glanced over at the small group forming and gave a gentle wave before heading inside. She sat near the back for the time being before pulling out her phone to text Dee, 'I'm here. Let me know when you get here ok?'

Was it selfish of her to hope Max or Annie would be coming too?

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[Aster Sapphire]

Victor had done a number of graceless things in his life, and he could now add turning up at a funeral hung over to that list.

In his defense, he tried to sober up.

No matter what he did, the room wouldn't stop spinning. No amount of hitting the snooze button on the alarm, squeezing his eyes shut, or laying flat on his back could quell the feeling of his insides churning and his head spinning.

He threw together a light breakfast, prepared a hot cup of coffee, and chugged his entire half-gallon water bottle before 9 a.m., but he still hadn't had any luck.

It was moments like this when he wished he had better judgment, a voice to tell that maybe spending the night chasing his emotions away with smoking and drinking wasn't the best course of action after the news of Maggie's death broke.

Their college years together were among some of his fonder memories. He never had exactly been a favorite on campus—especially after all that nasty business with his came to light. Since then, he has spent the years trying his best to clean up his image.

He wrote big checks to charity, campaigned for more affordable prescription medication, and posed with underserved children in neighborhoods that made his skin itch - and for the most part, it worked.

The sideways glances and hushed whispers as he walked by receded over the years. Now, the most he heard from anyone around him was, "Good morning, Victor. Here's that report for you, Victor. Your 2 o'clock is here, Victor."

As relieved as he was that he'd managed to outpace his reputation, even if just by a few miles, it did nothing to settle the dread and discomfort that settled in his stomach as he arrived at the funeral of his old classmate.

Add to that the fact that he was surrounded by people who either still hated his guts or paid him no mind at all, and he was having quite an unpleasant morning. He took a moment to catch his breath in his car, taking another aspirin for his headache.

"Just show up and pay your respects," he says to himself as he pulls his shades down over his cloudy, red eyes before heading into the church.

He spots Orisha with her husband Tolu and almost immediately looks away. Part of him thought it would decent to say at least hello, the other reminded him this was a painful enough affair as it was. So, instead, he nods to a few people and finds a secluded seat to take, praying the ceremony will go by quickly.

 

[monkeydoll555]

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Avery nearly jumped out of his skin, not having noticed Fefs sitting down next to him. Damn, had he been so lost in his own head that he'd literally blanked out most of this funeral already? He glanced around, checking to see if anyone else he knew was around, and he supposed there was. Friends of friends primarily, and then Fefy. He smiled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, always tragic when someone loses their life. But, it is kind of good to see that I'm not gonna be alone right now." he admitted as quietly as she could. He had yet to jot down a single note, but he was starting to think that maybe that wouldn't be necessary. This seemed like, all in all, it was going to be a boring production.

He was more prepared when Ben came over, having spoken a few more brief words to Fefy before his arrival. He nodded, patting the other seat behind him in greeting. "Yeah, sure, take a seat." he offered, sitting a little straighter now. His part of the room was much more quiet now, the silence interspersed with newcomers at the moment. It was a little awkward, but Avery was so used to awkward it was practically like a second home to him. He gave a glance to one, then the other. He wasn't fully sure what either of the thought about each other, but he could sense at least a little tension. Maybe it was just the situation at the moment.

"Uh... so, what's been going on with... both of you... I'm sorry, it's just... it's been a little bit since I've talked to people." he admitted that last part in half a mumble. A brief annoyance, yes, but he had preferred a way to admit that without any embarrassment, and that was apparently going to be the only thing that worked.

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