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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Left out

LOCATION: The Hawking House

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INT:
Harper Dazzle
Sawyer KingofAesir
Zach lion.
Stu Dede
Lulu PenguinFox




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TL;DR
Max tries to keep his cool and then Zach hurts his feelings. Also Lulu is sketchy but no one else wants to say anything so fuck.

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Max Berkowitz

How do you run from your own mind?

The ride to the Hawking House was quick and painful, like a bee sting. Or a baseball right in the stomach.

Max, still trying to get himself back together from trading clothes with Zach and jumping out his bedroom window, was suddenly faced with his eternally woeful car nausea. He would've pleaded with Harper to let him drive if they'd had the chance, but no such luck. He just had to stare out the window from the backseat and pray it was a short trip while Harper tore through the town like the FBI was after them. Thankfully, the ordeal was over before he had to beg anyone to pull to the side of the road.

By the time the car stopped and Harper turned back to let Max know they'd arrived, the youngest of the trio looked as though he'd woken up in a morgue. Pale, hands folded and shaking, glassy blue eyes holding a look of deep contempt for the situation.

Harper's hands fumbled over the simple phrase 'we're here'... evidently, he wasn't the only one who was apprehensive. Not that he was... well, of course he was, but his own thoughts wouldn't forgive him of that.

Coward.

If you screw this up, your friends die.

Nervously gripping the strap of his backpack, Max left the car and stepped onto the darkened path winding up to the aged, collapsing Hawking House. Somehow seeing the building for the first time gave this situation a new shade of foreboding. It was real now, too real. The house itself was a killer, that much he knew. He could only ponder in blood-curdling dread as to what was inside.

He found himself running his hand over the outline of his pocket, only to remember that it wasn't his pocket. It was Zach's pocket. Max gasped suddenly, eyes wide and horrified as the latest agonizing realization hit him.

Zach had taken his pants and his fucking knife along with them.

He knew he wasn't getting it back, either. There was a whole Twitter petition to disarm him for the trip after Isa loaned him the knife. But for some reason it was fine if Zach had it. Apparently Zach, who had just executed the worst escape plan of the century, was now more trustworthy than Max was. That stung.

Of course they trust Zach more.

Zach is just a dumbass. You're a useless fucking idiot.

The first few moments went by slow, as the 2 halves of the group convened in front of the ominous mansion. Sawyer arrived a few minutes later with Stu and Lulu in tow. Harper handed off Sawyer's promised burger and shake. God, the look on Zach's face was just priceless-- that jerkass blonde really thought he could just snub Sawyer for fun without Harper finding a way to circumvent it? Hilarious. Maybe if he'd remembered Max couldn't eat any of those things, he would've caught on to the scheme. It was way more important that Sawyer get her calories before she killed someone over it.

Sawyer began excitedly removing items from the trunk of her car and tossing them to the group: flashlights, a rope for Zach, and of course the deadly-sharp axe she'd been bragging about. Zach turned to Max and Harper, flashing his signature devilish grin, and said something Max had to assume was lewd and uncalled for as it interrupted Harper's interpreting of Sawyer's gleeful chatter.
Sawyer kept chatting away to the group as she distributed their supplies... but it was evident that she'd planned the trip with more dramatic gusto than practicality.

Then Sawyer produced a bat. See, that seemed more like her style of weapon than an axe-- but instead of keeping it for herself, she handed it off to Lulu.

This irked Max: Sawyer didn't know Lulu. None of them did. The tiny, doe-eyed, long-faced brunette was a sophomore at Max's school. That much he knew. But obviously, though perhaps unfortunately, he'd never spoken to her. They didn't share classes and she wasn't a signer. Almost no one was in Parish Point.

Max, then, knew only four things for sure about Lulu:

1: She wrote in code to the cat killer and refused to fully explain it.
2: She denied existence of the cat killer's photos and videos, then naïvely suggested that the video evidence the cat killer put online was staged with props.
3: She went to Sawyer and accused Max of the crime.
4: Sawyer was unconditionally and irrevocably obsessed with her.

It went without saying that Max found none of these things particularly endearing. But since Harper and Sawyer fiercely demanded his cooperation, he had no choice but to play along with Lulu. But the way Sawyer doted over this incredibly suspicious stranger was almost insulting. Harper turned to him and gestured to Zach: "He agrees with you."
Shit. Evidently he was once again doing a horrible job of concealing his feelings. He covered his mouth with his hand, eyes lowering.

This is why nobody likes you

They see right through you.

Stupid of Max to think he was universally disliked. He never stopped to consider the fact that it was Kat who planted that idea in his head.

Sawyer theatrically axed down the door, and watching it slump to the ground, it felt as though the hourglass had turned on their adventure.

Here we go.

No turning back.

But just as he was about to take the initiative and step inside, Harper gently nudged his shoulder. "I don't think you want me to translate that."
"What? Why!? Hey, don't leave me in the dark like that. No fair." Max protested, but when Harper admitted what had been said, he felt a knot form in his chest. Fucking Zach. Normally Zach's goading didn't get to him as much, but now, in this unbearably tense situation... it was a little too much. Feeling heat creep onto his cheeks, he made a rude gesture in Zach's direction and took a step back to distance himself from the group.

But just as he did this, the floor shook under him and he looked up in the same split second that Harper snatched his wrist in alarm. Max jolted as if struck by lightning, not sure if he should prepare for a fight or run or what... but then Harper only apologized and dropped his wrist. "It's fine." he offered his tired catchphrase, one that had become as natural to him as his own name. "What was... never mind. If it was nothing, its nothing." He breathed out a heavy sigh, rubbing at the back of his head and trying to let the spike of anxiety subside.

Harper kept interpreting Zach's taunts as they stood just outside the door, but by this point Max was nearly shaking with anger and frustration and a fear he wouldn't let himself acknowledge. As Sawyer dropped Lulu from her protective embrace, Zach kept launching insults his way and Harper continued to reluctantly keep Max in the loop (though her eyes seemed to apologize), Max decided he'd had enough. Narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he secured his backpack on his shoulder, he impatiently took a step ahead of the group.

"Fuck it. We can't just stand here. I'm heading in." His hands moved with a quick urgency that betrayed his nerves. He couldn't stop himself from looking back to Harper, as if to try and remind himself why he'd come. He certainly hadn't tagged along just to be tormented by Zach.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Lemon Pierce

As Lemon parted with Sawyer for the day, she knew she had plans to complete before going to Ashley’s for movie night. Lemon absolutely loved Hocus Pocus it was one of her favorite movies of all time. It was fun and it always brought a smile to her face. She always wanted a black cat because of that movie and in some ways as a kid it scared her but now it only made her happy. The happy ending of family reuniting always brought her the most joy. Family was after all one of the most important things in life, because family was there to protect and to love. She had made her way to her care and met up with Tae so he could do her photoshoot. As she changed into her outfit, she felt like she more exposed than ever, but it was good for her right? Good to leave her comfort zone? Good for her to try new things? The worst thing that could happen was she hated the photos and deleted them. So, she could model.

It felt like forever of Tae giving her command after command of poses and different way to angle herself before he decided he was finished. It was more than a little amazing at how good she looked in the photos, she was excited because she felt like she looked so much more confident than she was. It was amazing and she didn’t think that she looked awkward, which for her was just another little bonus. She wanted to feel more confident and hopefully if she could keep trying and convincing herself of confidence, she would actually be confident one day.

Of course, after posting her picture the reactions were overwhelming all were good. Well, all except one. Of course, he would make a comment about her photo privately, reminding her of what her parents would think. It made her wish she had never done anything in the first place. Why did he have to ruin everything? Why did he have to make her life so much more difficult, but that’s all he ever did and if she blocked him well that would have caused more problems.
--
Ignoring the words of her cousin she had switched back into her clothes and made her way to Ashley’s. The drive wasn’t long, and the town was small so knowing where everyone lived wasn’t that big of a shock. As she pulled up to the house she put on her biggest smile and rang the doorbell. “Hi, I’m uh Lemon. We talked over DM’s you said I could join for the movie night. Is there anything I can help with?” Of course, Lemon didn’t want Ashely to feel like she had to be the perfect hostess, that was stressful so she wanted to help where she could. Give the girl some peace of mind and maybe relieve and stress she was feeling.

Mention(s): LooneyLani KingofAesir Interaction(s): tamarapasek

 

[0k_mang0]

MOOD:
stern big bro mode

OUTFIT:
click here
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INFO

LOCATION: outside Sleeping Hedgehog

WITH: Oliver
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ACTIVITY

Chimney Swift

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Colby

Just to be clear, Colby never threatened Oliver to call the police on him.

Well, maybe a little, but he wasn’t serious. This kid’s stubbornness just really fucking annoyed him. Every time—and I do mean, every time—Colby had messaged him that didn’t need to pay the bill anymore, Oliver just wouldn’t listen to a single reasonable word, unless it was threatening. And Colby didn’t want to be after an ass-sack named Ryan nearly beaten him to death.

Right now, he wasn’t even trying to be threatening to Oliver, who was very visibly nervous. Colby slightly frowned at the kid’s shakiness as the money was placed in his hand. He wasn’t even going to tell him to relax, knowing he wouldn’t listen to any reassurance anyway.

“Sit down. Don’t move.” Colby began counting for a few short moments. Then, after slipping the money into one of the slots of his wallet, he pulled out two $20 bills of his own.

“Here, take ‘em. I don’t want it anymore,” he said, standing in front of him and holding out the money. “Seriously, take it. I wasn’t planning to spend them anytime soon. I don’t want you shoplifting from another convenience store or anywhere else anymore. And yeah, I know you do that because you’ve taken some stuff several times from one that’s owned by my grandpa’s friend, who’s actually a nice person but not a rich one. You know it starts getting expensive for small-time local store owners when they have to restock the things you’ve stolen? That really financially bruises my grandpa’s friend.

“And never, ever steal from a church again,” Colby said in a somewhat low voice, just in case anyone nearby passed them, but still spoke in a reasonably stern manner. “Why the hell would you do that, kid? That money was supposed to be for this town’s storm relief funds, to people actually who need it more than you and my grandparents’ store.”

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[Dede]

Stu

This is how Stu imagined the night would go.

First, they would drive up to Hockey House. They would ring the doorbell. Then the bearded man would come out, and they’d say, “Hello good Sir, would you know anything about the missing cats?” Then he’d say, “Oops, I think I ran them over by accident.” Then they’d say, “We won’t tell the police if you returned Stu’s bag.” And he’d be like “OK here you go. Would you care to come in for a cup of tea?” And then they’d say “Oh, no thanks. And here’s a Kitkat for your trouble.”

They did drive up to Hockey House. So far so good. The house itself was something unexpected, an old corpse of a building that hid its charm so well he couldn’t see it. You could chalk its appearance up to age and darkness, or to something more sinister. It was two storeys in height but tall enough to include an attic, those cobwebbed ones typically seen in horror films and presumably filled to the brim with spiders and other unpleasant critters. The roof itself was barely holding its own weight; it gave the birds easy access to the interior from more angles than one.

Back in the Nerd Squad Stu was something of a leader. Here in this not so nerdy gang he was a follower and obeyed and choreographed himself the movements of others. He followed Sawyer and Lulu out of the car and viewed their destination with growing distress. The only thing comforting him was the thought that Herman Toothrot wouldn’t condescend to live so far away from the sea. But even this was no surety, and the slightest possibility of the opposite being true made him take a step closer to the group, and to seek safety in numbers.

He came to the side of Max. Skipping pleasantries, he offered the torch which had concealed in his sleeve, much like Inspector Gadget (if he were shorter and less endowed with brain cells). Opposite the circle he watched a burger and milkshake trade hands and wondered if a portion would come his way. Of course it wouldn’t. He gulped with such obvious desire at Sawyer eating that he might have just written FEED ME on his forehead. Hunger and thirst and fear made for an undesirable combination you were about to wander into a haunted house, where the loss of life might occur. But of course, they weren’t *actually* going to wander inside, were they? They were just going to knock on the door politely, and ask kindly for the man’s co-operation. Under no circumstances were they to put themselves in any unnecessary danger. Max had been dead clear about this on Twitter.

While he was watching Sawyer devour this burger, he forgot to take notice of the things being brought out of the trunk. Before he knew it, an axe and rope and a bat along with other articles of violence had been distributed so quickly that their little group became a militia in two blinks of an eye.

“. . . Wait— what?”

Immediately, Sawyer made a speech that he couldn’t hear because a mosquito had picked a moment to fly into his ear. So the moment that might have cleared his confusion in fact doubled it. And no, he wasn’t so sure if the mosquito ever came out!

All became clear when they got the axe out and brought it down on the wood of the door like a clap of thunder. Stu’s heart leapt to his throat. The laughter that followed proved definitively that Sawyer was, as a matter of fact, insane.

Maybe he wouldn’t have gotten in the car with her if he’d known she was infirm of mind. This was taking “getting in a car with strangers” to a whole new level.

Why were they breaking into someone’s home? Why didn’t they just call the police? What were they planning to do when they met Herman Toothrot? What was in that burger Sawyer just ate? With all these important questions being pondered, Stu suddenly realised he had been left alone on the porch and everyone else had gone inside.

Voices and strange singing came back to him that made the hair stand on his arm.

“H. . . hey! Wait for me!” he cried.

Dazzle KingofAesir PenguinFox Chimney Swift lion.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Guilty


LOCATION: The Sleeping Hedgehog

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MENTIONS:
Colby 0k_mang0
INT:

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TL;DR Oliver learns that his desperate kleptomaniacal habits have consequences for other people.

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Oliver Dreyfuss

Quiet people have the loudest minds

“Sit down. Don’t move.”
Oliver rushed to do as told, sitting on the edge of the bench bolted upright and unmoving, entirely still as though he fully expected his next movement to be his last. But Colby only counted the money Oliver had handed over in silence, slid it into his wallet, and pulled out two clean bills worth over twice the amount.

Oliver almost refused. He'd learned time and time again that accepting money and help would just lead to worse trouble down the line. So he took matters into his own hands and just took what he needed, thinking it a victimless crime. How much could a store really miss a box of cereal? They had so many. He always thought they wouldn't even notice it was missing.
Besides, he was hungry...
But Oliver had never stopped to think of the people he was taking from. That had just never even occurred to him.

Right now, though, Colby seemed to make it clear that the better choice was to just swallow his past experiences and accept the generosity. His hand closed around Colby's offer, fingers running along the edges of the paper bills as if he didn't quite know what to do with them. Former president Andrew Jackson's ink-rendered face stared back at him almost accusingly. Eventually, after a long moment of blankly staring at them, he silently folded them up and tucked them safely in his pocket.

Colby proceeded to warn him to swear off of church theft with tenfold the sternness to which he addressed the convenience store. Oliver found himself stunned and confused, repeating Colby's words to himself under his breath as if that would help him to understand them. To Oliver, there was nothing particularly more wrong about stealing from a church than stealing from anywhere else. The only thing that he thought was deeply immoral about the situation was that the church belonged to Stu's father, so in turn, he'd basically stolen from his friend. That was what brought him to remorse.
Feeling for a friend was easy.
Feeling for a group of unknowns, the storm victims.... another matter entirely. Cognitive empathy was never something Oliver had been good at. Perhaps he wasn't used to putting himself in other people's shoes. Or maybe he just couldn't. Or, less flatteringly, he saw no reason to.

"I... I just didn't... what-- if you..." Oliver stumbled over nonsensical strings of words before he coughed dryly and stopped speaking altogether. Truth be told, he didn't quite remember the reason why he'd decided to steal from the church instead of swiping a wallet off of someone at the bus station.
...would that have been better? Or worse?
Oliver didn't know.
Either way, he'd been horribly concussed at the time, and the whole soup kitchen was just a foggy patchwork of warped and mismatched recollections. He had no clue where the idea to take money from the church had come from anymore.

Perhaps it was better this way, and better still that his words had once again disappeared inside of him so he couldn't make excuses if he tried. He felt like his throat had disappeared, leaving a hollow painful void inside his neck. Oliver shifted uncomfortably on the bench, not thinking he was allowed to get up. He kept his head bowed and his arms defensively curled up by his chest just in case Colby was the type to pull a Ryan. Oliver had no reason to suspect that this was the case, but he was so used to it being such that he couldn't help but brace for the worst.

He deeply regretted not taking Lemon up on her offer to go with him.

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[0k_mang0]

MOOD:
this is stupid dangerous & knows it. where tf is that dumb cat

OUTFIT:
click here
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INFO

LOCATION:
Hawking House

WITH:
Scooby gang plus stu
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ACTIVITY

Dazzle , lion. , Dede , Chimney Swift , PenguinFox , KingofAesir

TAGS

Mathias

Matt wasn’t the type to impulsively jump into anything dangerous. He had always had reasonable explanations for doing anything remotely risky, and this was one of them.

He didn’t go to the town’s public library after school. He skated as fast as he could to home. He sprinted upstairs to his bedroom, emptied his school stuff out of his backpack, and tossed his rollerskates in the closet. Then, he snuck into his parents’ bedroom and stole his stepdad’s stun gun that hid under the bed. Though his stepdad Bernard Alo was a retired Navy SEAL, he didn’t own or keep a gun or anything too lethal at home (except himself and the kitchen knives), but he did prefer nonlethal weapons, like tasers and batons and sometimes a sledgehammer if used right. He’d taught his kids how to use one of the tasers a couple of years ago in case of certain emergencies, but neither Kekoa nor Matt had actually held one. Well, until now.

While heading toward the garage in haste, Matt told his mom that he had to hurry to a friend’s place to finish an important school project—it was easier to lie to her when he didn’t have to tell her face to face, and leaving in a hurry. With his stepdad’s stun gun hidden in his jacket and his backpack with just a couple of Batholomew’s toys and favorite treats and a few other personal essentials, Matt climbed on his mountain bike and pedaled away.

First, he went to one of the parks that were a few minutes away from home. He called the cat’s name several times, taking out one of his toys and snacks as baits. He asked some people that were there if they’d seen a tuxedo cat, but they all told him no. Same answers when he visited the beach. That left him with only one place to look for him. Shit.

On his bike again, he rode off-road, taking a trail that was the quickest way (or at least one he knew so far) to the infamous Hawking House.

The last time he was here, Matt never found any dead cats or crazy cat killers inside. However, he had spotted several small signs of at least 4 or 5 past temporary squatters visiting Hawking House, a couple of small critters, an old piano that still mostly worked... but other than this, he had been alone there.

Matty had explored a lot of strange and potentially dangerous sites in this town. Urban spelunking was one of the few things in his life that made him go out, more or less for educational purposes, like drawing his own maps. There were a few places that he enjoyed visiting, but the Hawking House was the only place he hated. There was just something about it that didn’t sit right with him, and it wasn’t because of the deaths that had occurred there in the past. Well, maybe a little. It had a pretty dark history. Matt was never the superstitious type, even though he did sometimes read and research subjects that dabble in the occult arts. (Classical studies were weird sometimes.)

Maybe he just didn’t like how the town dealt with this shitty place. Why haven’t they demolished it entirely yet? was always the question in his mind. The building was like an unnecessary pest on the land at this point.

As the old colonial house came into view, Matt began to pedal his bike a little slower and quieter. Nobody was outside when he arrived and the sun was still sinking, so he still had enough lighting (barely) to look around the outside of the house. He made sure to keep out of sight of the building’s windows, hiding his mountain back between a tree and thick shrubs.

The front door was stuck, same with the back door leading to what was supposed to be the kitchen. He didn’t want to make a noise and alert whoever might be inside, so he scouted around the house perimeter, crouching low, until he found a loose window on the east side. After tying a black bandana around his lower face to prevent inhaling the dust inside, Matty opened the window and climbed through it quietly.

After nearly 30 minutes of exploring the first floor, he heard a noise from outside. He was about to go to the stairs when he heard two cars approach the property and muffled voices.

And then he heard the front door being hacked down.

These idiots... Matt was pretty sure they alerted the Cat Killer (if he was still in the building) with their stupid loud entrance.

Hidden in another room nearby, he checked his drawn map of the house under his flashlight. The window he’d climbed through earlier was on the other side, and there doesn’t seem to be another way around the parlor without making too much noise. He wasn’t sure how many people were here now. He heard at least two or three voices, but there might be more.

Might as well hope they’re smart enough to let him leave.

Pulling down his bandana mask, he stepped under the threshold of the other room he was hiding in and pointed his flashlight at the group. His other hand held the stun gun (with its built-in targetting laser turned on), but he kept it lowered.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” he demanded, clearly annoyed. He was even more annoyed and a little confused when he noticed Max in the group. “And why is he here? He tweeted he was sick today.”

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[Qwertycakes]

MOOD: Angsty

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Movie Night @ Ashley's

basics

MENTIONS: N/A


INT: Ashley, Lemon

tamarapasek
Elf_Ruler

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TL;DR: At Ashley's house, being emo over an offhand Twitter comment

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Dustin Thackery

I don’t wanna feel this way forever
a dead letter marked return to sender...

Normally, Dustin would be excited right about now.

He'd be thinking about how embarrassing it'd be if Ashley noticed that he showered and changed clothes after literally sweating all day over giving her that stupid pin.

He'd be really anxious about the ambiguous turnout for this movie night. What if nobody else showed up? Ashley hadn't mentioned it much, but Dustin knew her well enough to know she'd be over the moon if tons of people had RSVP'd, and she'd never stop chattering about it.

Normally, he'd be positively ecstatic and terrified at the possibility of spending the entire evening alone with Ashley. But none of that really seemed to matter now. Ashley had made it crystal clear in her public announcement on Twitter that she had absolutely zero romantic feelings toward him. There was nothing more to guess at, no hidden meanings in her actions or signals to decode. She spelled it out for him, along with the entire internet...explicitly, succinctly, and well under the 280 character limit.

Dustin trudged the short distance to Ashley's house, hands stuffed in his pockets, shoulders slumped as he plodded through the autumn drizzle with his hood up. In typical male fashion, the hurt, sadness and loss manifested as anger, and all he wanted to do was smash the hell out of every early pumpkin and jack-o-lantern mocking him with their lopsided grins. Kick over every dumb flowerpot full of cheerful orange chrysanthemums. Punt every ceramic garden gnome. Or even just scream into the lonesome night sky. Of course, Dustin would never actually do any of that stuff. He instead batted a pinecone around idly with his foot as he walked, pausing to indulge in trampling the poor thing once he reached Ashley's driveway.

His friend answered the door looking equal parts nervous and excited, signaling to Dustin he might be the first to arrive to her event. "Hey, Ash," He mumbled in a somewhat curt voice, avoiding her gaze as he was let inside. He immediately felt terrible though and softened his tone, arms folded as he hesitantly peeked over at her. "How's it going? What can I help with?"

He supposed it wasn't fair to take his bad mood out on Ashley. It wasn't like Dustin ever told her how he felt, despite fantasizing about such a moment a million times, and the most perfect first kiss they would share afterwards. Whatever, it was probably for the best that he'd never gotten around to it. Why suffer the embarrassment of getting rejected face to face when you could just conveniently read the bad news on Twitter?

But that wasn't true at all. In truth, he was full of regret, never having the courage to try for that moment. As his dark brown eyes rested on Ashley's hopeful face, Dustin couldn't help but selfishly wish he could tell her now. He'd confess that she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life, so adorably weird and unique that he could be 100% miserably certain in the knowledge he would never in a million years be lucky enough to find another person like her in the world. He knew doing all that would just make things worse for himself though. Words weren't exactly his strong suit, and nothing he could say would make Ashley love him. It could, however, really mess up their friendship. Even in his irrationally angry state, Dustin knew he absolutely did not want that.

Suppressing a sigh, Dustin closed his eyes, trying to chase the thoughts out of his mind. When he reopened them a moment later, he was suprised to finally take note of another presence in the room with them. He'd been too wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice someone had already arrived before him. It was a girl he'd seen around school quite a bit before, a very pretty, radiant blonde.

"Oh! Hi..." Dustin smiled sheepishly, quickly pulling his hood off and running a hand through the shaggy mess of his mousy hair. His cheeks reddened slightly as he offered a quick wave, attempting a friendlier greeting than the one he gave Ashley. Shitty mood or not, the boy would rather die than come off as rude to a stranger. "..uh, I'm Dustin."

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[r e i]

ISABELLA ALEJA EDISON-ROSE

mood: happy + location: diner + outfit: xxx + tags: Soap Chimney Swift KingofAesir

Isa was spending time with Max when Max saw that his father was going to call his mother to come check on him. She had to run out quickly, luckily Sawyer was near and came to pick her up since her mother was in her front yard and could have seen her leave and that would be bad. Isa left Max's house through his window, she didn't leave until she had made sure that he would give her daily updates, and had her knife with him. She had secretly told Max's friends that were going along with him to take it away as soon as they could. She wanted to make sure that he was safe but knowing Max, he would accidently hurt himself with it. So she thought that it would be best for them to take it away from him once they got there but for them to still have it for safety even though Sawyer is the best guard you could ever had.

Once she had gotten into Sawyer's car, they rushed off before she was caught. She instructed Sawyer to drop her off at the store before rushing off to join the others at the raid at Hawkins House. Isa walked in there, and started to grab snacks for her and Sunny. She made a mistake when she asked on twitter what kind of apple juice that Josie or Sunny liked. Everyone commented and said that it was a date which is wasn't. It wasn't a date. It was just hanging out and watching a movie. It was not a date. She didn't want her to be lonely while she was closing the diner that they both worked at. It wasn't because she liked her but because she wanted to be close friends with her. She wanted to protect her smile, and her happiness. Her brightness. So what that she didn't like watching movies. Sunny got so excited that she couldn't say no. She would watch a hundred movies, just to see that smile on her face. That brightness on her face. It was worth it.

Isa grabbed all the snacks but she couldn't find the stupid apple juice that Sunny liked. She had dmed Sunny, and there was the coffee shop that was close by that sounded like the one she was describing. So she went there, and found the apple juice. She grabbed all the apple juice that they had left. Isa then started to walk to diner. After 30 minutes, she walked to the front of the diner. She looked around, not seeing a lot of activity so she just shrugged and went in. She smiled instantly once she saw Sunny. "Hey Sunny, how are you on this fine day?"

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[PenguinFox]

It was a shorter drive than Lulu had been suspecting, but then again she wasn't really focused on the time. Her camera and her own wandering thoughts occupied her focus. She couldn't stop thinking about the group conversation that happened. She was really trying to move past it and focus on the present moment but her mind kept pulling it back up. Despite what everyone had said she couldn't shake the feeling that Sawyer and Max were mad at each other because of her. It was the only logical explanation; they were fine before Lulu was in the group, then she joined and they started bickering. The worst part was that she didn't know what she did wrong to upset them. Tallulah Woods was someone who didn't do well with confrontation and people being upset with her, especially when she didn't know why. She couldn't try to make amends if she didn't know the problem.

The change in scenery thankfully tore Lulu's attention away from the darker clouds that were beginning to form in her mind. As they neared their destination her face was practically pressed against the glass of the window, brown eyes taking everything in. The old wrought iron arch that had miraculously stood the test of time served as a delightful first taste to the beautifully historic main course of the house itself. The long, eerie, tree lined path to the house felt as if was purposely constructed to look haunting in the centuries to come. The sun dipping behind the weathered and crumbling roof completed the surreal scene that was meticulously artistic. That was part of the reason that Lulu loved exploring anachronistic locations; it always seemed as if every single aspect of their design was thought about and intentional. People of the past had both an eye for detail and a dramatic flair and that delighted the young girl to no end.

As the car pulled to a stop a realization dawned on the Woods girl; she had never done anything like this with a group. She had always either been by herself or with her father. Was there social etiquette with this type of thing? Oh she could hear her mother's voice clear as day, berating her for not knowing the rules that nobody spoke but everyone was expected to somehow know. She could feel herself shrinking inwards. This was unlike any social situation her mother had put her through classes for. She suspected that this might be one of those things that was considered 'un-ladylike'.

Before their adventure would begin Sawyer went about feeding herself. A wise decision; eating in the house wouldn't really be sanitary so it was best to get the energy now before they all entered. Lulu considered doing the same for herself but the sudden anxiety that had set upon her caused a loss of appetite. She settled instead for taking out one of her water bottles that she brought and sipping some of it delicately. Her eyes moved between each member of the group as she recalled one of the things that was said in the group chat about everyone's purpose there. Sawyer was their leader, the tall boy who she presumed was Zach was the muscle of the operation, Max was there to protect his friends, Harper was there for Max and Sawyer...Lulu was the only outsider. Sure Stu didn't necessarily belong either, but he was looking for something that was in the house and figured it would be best to search with a group of people who were going there anyway. Lulu's purpose was...what exactly? Sawyer invited her, that much was true, but why? She said that Lulu was going to explore after but...that could just be done another day. A sinking feeling formed in her stomach the more she thought and got in her own head. Her gaze landed on Stu last and she could see him eyeing Sawyer's food. Lulu reached into her bag and pulled out the trail mix she brought. She tapped the young boy on the shoulder and offered him the food wordlessly. She couldn't currently find her voice amidst the storm of anxiety that was building within her. A breeze rolled in sending a chill through the small girl. She brought her arms tight to her chest and rested her chin on her fists while waiting for the expedition to get going.

While the actual time it took Sawyer to wolf down her food was, frankly astoundingly short, it emotionally felt like forever to Lulu. She longed to be able to just be back in her sunroom and sit with her plants. No social pressure, no feelings of not belonging, nothing confusing about people's intentions. Just peace and positive energy. Once the leader of the expedition had finished her food she set about handing out supplies. Lulu's own brown eyes widened at the axe that was brought out. She was promised that no one would be getting hurt here but...well there weren't many other uses for an axe that weren't violent. Zach received rope, as was agreed upon prior. Then, much to Lulu's surprise, Sawyer was handing her a bat. She shook her head and struggled to stammer out a "N-no..." but her hands instinctively took it without her brain's consent. The Woods girl was against violence and didn't want the weapon; it also would take up space and make it harder for her to take any pictures, but Sawyer's reasoning made sense. The younger girl looked down at the bat in her hands and softly repeated the older's words. "Just in case..."

Not wanting to just walk around holding a bat Lulu slid it between her hip and her messenger back, tucking it down so that it was almost like a makeshift sheath. It stuck out like a tail so she'd have to be careful to not turn too fast and accidentally take out someone's ankles. Upon arriving at the door to the manor the group discovered that it would not open. Lulu's eyes wandered off to the side to see if there was perhaps a window they could climb through. The brunette nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden crash of the axe being buried into the door. Well, at least that was a positive use for the axe, though the destruction of part of this magnificent piece of history was a little disappointing. She took a few steps back to avoid the shower of splinters that followed each strike, and definitely not at all because of the laughter that came with it that was mildly disturbing. It was for sure entirely the splinters that caused the petite girl's distancing.

Once the obstacle that was once a door was...removed the group filtered inside, each carefully stepping over the debris. Lulu's gait made her footing less sure than others and she slipped and stumbled a bit but caught herself on Sawyer's shoulder. She was grateful that the taller girl was far sturdier than she was. That was a good quality to have in a leader. The instant that her footing was stable Lulu could feel the presence of the house. The place held so much history that the walls just emanated energy. It was almost as if the house itself had a soul. The stale, dusty air had something else mingling within, as if a tiny vibration could be felt. The brunette's head swiveled in all directions, lips parted just the slightest as she marveled at the interior. An almost inaudibly whispered "Wow..." escaped into the darkness. The others were saying something but it didn't register to Lulu, she was too enthralled with being in the soul of the building. If the rat the others were talking about had run across the girl's boots she wouldn't have even noticed, nor would she have minded for that matter.

As the group's leader began to venture further into the old building, with Lulu following close behind, it made it's displeasure of their trespassing known. A sound echoed from somewhere above them and before the Woods girl could even react even darker shadows encapsulated her. For several seconds it she was shielded by the tall blonde from whatever could possibly happen. But nothing did happen. Sawyer pulled away from Lulu and apologized. Brown eyes blinked up at her in the darkness. She...protected her? The pit that had formed in Tallulah's stomach filled in some. Maybe she didn't really feel like she belonged with the rest of the group, but she at least felt like she was wanted there by Sawyer. If she wasn't, the older girl would've just protected herself right? A small smile formed on the brunette's face.

Lulu produced the headlamps that Sawyer reminded her of with a flourish. "We probably should have put them on before coming inside." she said with an awkward giggle. She handed one off to the blonde before putting her own on and following after Zach and Max who were delving further in. Lulu felt herself drawn to the fireplace and gently reached out and placed a hand on it. The old brick was covered in dust and soot and Lulu knew that her hand was going to be black when she pulled it away. In addition to the dirt there was something else. She closed her eyes in an attempt to drown out the voices of the others, particularly Zach who decided it was a good idea to shout. She wanted to tell him to speak softer because the volume of the echoes could cause physical damage and bring things down like an avalanche, but she didn't really know the tall boy and felt like any phrasing of what she wanted to say would come off as rude. So she silently held her hand on the rough brick, taking in everything with all her senses but her sight. "I think..." she started, really mostly to herself. "I think I can feel something else here..." she trailed off, opening her eyes to look directly at Sawyer. Well not directly, if she did the light of their headlamps would've gone directly into each others' eyes. So Lulu's gaze was actually directed lower than the blonde's face. Almost as if on cue a figure appeared from an entryway, or perhaps through a wall, the small girl couldn't be certain. They had their own light and something else in their hands. Curious. A spirit would have no need for a flashlight and the person that the group was searching for was expected to be more of a 'raving lunatic' type than a 'calmly ask why they're here' type. So...who was this person? 0k_mang0 Dazzle KingofAesir Chimney Swift Dede lion.

 

[KingofAesir]

MOOD: Nervous

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Hawking House

basics

MENTIONS: Cleave and Clobbe


INT: Lulu PenguinFox , Stu Dede , Harper Dazzle , Zach lion. , Max Chimney Swift , Matt 0k_mang0

tags

TL;DR It had just suddenly gotten very cold, what the fuck.

tl;dr

Sawyer

I'm Georgia Peachy, believe me.

Zach was infuriating and Sawyer almost wanted to hit him with the back side of her axe for just screaming into the house. Sure, Sawyer had made a whole lot of noise tearing down the front door, and maybe there was a quieter way they could’ve gone about entering the house, but that didn’t mean Zach was just allowed to yell. At this point, any hope of a surprise attack was all but gone. Lulu was handing her a headlamp and saying something about how they should’ve already had them on, but Sawyer was too busy thinking about how they were going to even find the guy in the first place. This house was huge and there was no way they were going to split up to search it, so it would take them forever to look everywhere. If that guy was a scaredy cat, no pun intended, he might have already run away when he heard them entering. He’d be long gone by now. If he wasn’t a coward, then he was already ready for them. Sawyer felt anticipation building slowly in her stomach. It was making her feel little on edge and every creaking sound the house made had her flinching a little. She couldn’t understand why this feeling had only just now appeared, she had been perfectly fine two seconds ago. Sawyer shook her head and leaned her axe against a wall momentarily so she could put the headlamp on. The strap strained against her beanie, which was apparently too thick to allow her to strap the thing around her head. Sawyer groaned, what was she supposed to do with it then? She glanced around the room at the silhouettes of her friends cast in shadow by their respective beams of light. Right. Sawyer reached up and pulled her beanie off her head and strapped the headlamp on before walking over to Harper and pulling the beanie down over her hair. She smiled and patted the other girl on the head.

Her now lit and secured headlamp swung in wide arcs around the room, searching for any kind of hint of anyone being her recently. It eventually settled just above the fireplace, illuminating Lulu as the other girl stretched out her hand to touch it. She looked like a movie character with her messenger bag making a makeshift sheathe for the bat Sawyer had offered to her, and her clothes already dirtied from the thick coating of dust that settled on every surface of the place. That reminded her. Sawyer should’ve brought a mask. Back home she had one of those fancy ones that filtered out dust and debris, she’d been in too many places like this not to have one, but she didn’t figure this place was quite dusty enough. Besides, she didn’t have extras and it would be kind of lame to only bring one for herself while everyone else got to breath dust. As her thoughts about masks faded away, her eyes refocused on whatever Lulu was doing over by the fireplace. Her eyes were closed and Sawyer could swear she almost looked like she was asleep. It was weird how someone could suddenly become so calm in a place like this, serene even. Then, her mouth moved and Sawyer could barely make out her words as Lulu spoke. Her brows knitted together in concern as Lulu’s eyes opened once more and her head turned to look at Sawyer. Well, that wasn’t ominous at all. Sawyer found her mind running to all sorts of mystical places at the words. Was she talking about a ghost? Could Lulu sense ghosts or was that just something that only ever happened in the movies? She’d said something and not someone and that didn’t help calm Sawyer’s racing thoughts either.

Unfortunately, her questions were answered by the sound of a stair creaking to their right. Sawyer spun toward the noise and the first thing her eyes landed on was a bandanna. A black one. A flash of a memory burned in front of Sawyer’s eyes of that same bandanna wrapped around the face of a man standing in the very doorway they just crossed over. Sawyer’s fingers tightened around her axe and she took three very aggressive steps forward before the bandanna wearing figure was pulling down his mask and revealing a face entirely too young to be the man she had seen before. Her fingers loosened, but only slightly, just because he wasn’t the guy that had chased her and Harper didn’t mean he wasn’t involved. Why else would he be here? With, some kind of paper and…was that a stun gun. Sawyer’s fingers tightened up again and her eyes locked onto the weapon in the boy's hand. With feet that moved of their own volition, Sawyer took a few solid strides forward so that she was standing squarely in front of the rest of her group. Her jaw tightened and twitched more out of nervous habit than anger.

“Everyone knows why we’re here…” Sawyer peered more closely at the boy only to gain an incredulous look when she realised just exactly who it was. “Matt?” Why the hell was the boy who worked at the library wandering around the Hawking House with a stun gun? Sawyer’s nerves resided and were replaced with confusion. Her fingers stayed tight but her shoulders relaxed visibly, she wasn’t afraid of Matt Manzano, even with a stun gun.

“Why the hell are you here?” Sawyer eyed the stun gun again, “And why the fuck do you have a stun gun? Planning to shock the shit out of the ghosts, are we?” A small chuckle escaped her. Why the hell was she so tense? It was literally just Matt. Sawyer rolled out her shoulders and grinned at Matt, moving forward toward the stairs, carefully as not to spook the kid, and patting him on the shoulder.

“We’re gonna catch ourselves a cat killer.” Another grin, “You should come with us, that thing of yours might come in handy. Just be careful where you point it.” Sawyer climbed up at least three steps and turned to face the rest of the group.

“Come on, losers. We gotta go check out the room me and Harper found earlier, he might be in there.” With great effort, she even managed to sign most of her words for Max’s sake. Sawyer was glad to have someone with a weapon that had some distance now, that thing would help a lot. She hadn’t been really prepared to go toe-to-toe with the psycho so close. “Watch your step, these stairs are kinda rickety.” Sawyer stood climb the rest of the stairs carefully, glancing around once she made it to the top to make sure the coast was clear before turning to wait for the rest of the group. She wondered if they could hear how hard her heart was beating in her chest, she hoped not. Sawyer couldn’t quite tell if it was from the excitement of the prospect of catching a sicko or if she was just nervous as all hell. Sawyer didn’t really need anyone thinking she was scared, she was technically their fearless leader, after all. What kind of fearless leader would she be if she was afraid. Not a very good one.

Sawyer sighed and glanced back down the hallway in front of her. The light of her head lamp only illuminated so far and just at the edge of where the light stopped short, Sawyer could’ve sworn she saw a dark figure standing there just staring. But when she blinked to clear her vision, it was gone. Sawyer shook her head and turned away again, great, now she was seeing things. In the hallway behind Sawyer, now bathed in shadows once more, a figure moved closer and then faded into the black once more. The air thinned and suddenly grew cold enough that Sawyer’s breath puffed out in a visible cloud. Thick, blonde brows knitted together for the second time that night.

“Anyone else feel cold all of a sudden?” Sawyer questioned quietly. Zach ascended to the top of the stairs first and Sawyer watched his breath fog around his face just the same as hers had. His mop of blonde hair shined in the light of her head lamp and frowned at him. Why the hell had it gotten so cold? It was like someone had just turned the thermostat down at least twenty degrees. Sawyer ran her free hand up and down her other arm, this jacket didn’t do much to prevent the level of cold.

“Do you feel that, Zach? It just dropped like twenty degrees. Is that normal?”

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[lion.]

MOOD: excited, still ignoring relationship problems

OUTFIT: - max's fit obviously

LOCATION: Hawking House

basics

MENTIONS: Dazzle Chimney Swift Dede KingofAesir PenguinFox 0k_mang0

INT:

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Zachary Lee

I'm so not Daphne, but if I am.. purrrr cat killer

“Pfft-” Zach met Lulu’s judgment with disbelief and hilarity, “I’m not to sure about feelings, but I sure hope you did feel something there Lulu, considering it’s a wall-”

Ahead of her time, Lulu’s head took a bend—the threads of brown flying to one side of her bow-shaped face. Behind the curve of a head, Sawyer took after the same direction in a blonder, diamond-rough streak. The air staled, their aghast faces dialing back in the value of color, becoming akin to clipped linen white laundry that blows against the wind. The corner, dark as pitch, coated a figure. Underbrush of white glow from cheap headlamps made certain of an emerging presence. The shadow of the man lengthened across the floor as he moved. Pindrops of noise that once could be absent without forethought such as the scraping of trees against the clapboard siding roughened against his eardrums.

The bandana dropped.

In the nick of time, Sawyer recognized him as Matt. Only, that conceivement was not conveyed to Max.

“Woah there, rug rat,” Zach gloated over the nickname too pridefully, snappily putting his palm between the hunch between Max’s neck and shoulder as he had cut loose from the back. His hand had hawked down with just enough weight to pave passivity within Max to slow him from tilting forward with velocity. “That is Matt, and I do not think you want to beat him up? Unless you do, which is also perfect. Murdering each other on a haunted lair has a certain ring to it.” Another thought jogged to his mind, “Oh, right. I keep forgetting you’re deaf.” He dubiously lifted his hand, then brought the other up. He tingled his ten fingers in the pupils of Max, bending each like he was cracking his knuckles. When he couldn’t finger out the letters, he gave up.

Exasperatedly, he said, “Harper— do the thing.”

Turning back around, he began up the flight of stairs with a gaunt line straining over his lips. The stairs were scraped together with barely-fused woodwork, void of some proper nails. They creaked like those cutting-edge die hard movies, like lungs that had not yelled their final last screams. The railing was nimble metal, so docile by grip, it felt like it was foiled of aluminum sprayed with a decomposing bronze. How easy was it to fall over.

He had only ever been cold twice in his life, and this was his third. His eyes squinted towards the platform of the second floor. Was it even sturdy? The hair on the back of his neck rose as Sawyer took the words off his tongue. Bittersweet frost tickled his nose, a wisp of fog lifting through the ridges of Sawyer’s lips. They both stood adjacently about the top of the stairs.

“Not normal...unless he has a freezer and is making cat ice cream, too,” retorted Zach, “He’s gotta pick a career.”

He shook his head, before profoundly smirking towards the blonde whose face was schooled by the blaring headlight of hers, “ But, maybe he’s around because it’s a cat sacrifice party today and we coincidentally came to crash it.”

Inwardly and outwardly, he voiced his theory, “You know…where do you keep many dead cats to save up for one day? In freezers, right. Save them up for god knows what.”

“Plus, if the cat killer is going to have a party in the U.S.A tonight, he’ll need friends,” he cracked her a grin, “Luckily, there is all of us. It’s better we search around for him and let him know of our reservation.”

He began drifting towards the closest door to the stairs, rattling the doorknob and pushing it open.

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[0k_mang0]

MOOD:
slightly calmer big bro mode

OUTFIT:
click here
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INFO

LOCATION: outside Sleeping Hedgehog

WITH: Oliver
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ACTIVITY

Chimney Swift

TAGS

Colby

Colby started massaged his forehead with one hand, closing his eyes for a short moment. He silently counted to three and exhaled deeply. It was too early for him to have high blood pressure from scolding this kid, who didn’t look like he was relaxing anytime soon. So, he tried a slightly more different approach. Sighing once more, he crouched down in front of the seated boy for even eye contact.

“Listen, I just want you to stop stealing from anyone or anywhere from now on,” Colby said calmer this time. “Stealing is bad. It doesn’t matter what your reasons are. It’s always bad. There’s always someone that gets hurt when you steal, whether you know it or not. And it’ll hurt you back more because you can go to juvie if you keep doing it. Or if you steal from the bad types of people, they might end up hurting you. I don’t want that happening to you.”

Colby wasn’t trying to scare him. This was just a simple cautionary warning that the kid needed to know. Eventually, Oliver might end up crossing somebody that isn’t Colby or anyone that would treat him fairly.

“Next time, go to your friends to help you. Go to Lemon, she’s a really nice person. Also, there’s another soup kitchen in this town that opens every day. You can get free food and supplies there.” He took out a ballpoint pen and asked Olive to give him a piece of paper for him to write down the address. Did Colby always have a pen on him? Sure he did. You can thank Jason Bourne and John Wick for it.

“Before I forget—give me your knife.” After giving Oliver the written address, telling him to remember it, Colby took out a plaid handkerchief and spread it over his hand so he could conceal the weapon carefully.

“No, you’re not gonna argue with me on this,” he mildly chided. “This is for your own good. I don’t want you carrying this around anywhere, especially at school. You can get arrested and probably go to jail if cops found a knife on you. I don’t want that happening to you, and I’m sure none of your friends want that either. Now, hand it over. And don’t think about stabbing me in the hand while doing it. I can still take you down with my legs if necessary.”

Colby didn’t blame Oliver for slicing Ryan at the beach party last night. It was self-defense and that douche bag deserved it. But he didn’t want this kid to end up unintentionally doing something worse, and Oliver definitely seemed like the type who wouldn’t deliberately want to hurt anyone.

By the way, he wasn't kidding about his legs. He's got calves that can obliterate a whole watermelon into a thousand pieces with one kick.

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: scared

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: Hawking house

basics

MENTIONS:
PenguinFox (lulu)
Dede (stu)

INT:
KingofAesir (sawyer)
Chimney Swift (max)
lion. (zach)

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tags

TL;DRIn the Hawking House with Scooby crew

tl;dr

Harper Anderson

when you wear a mask for so long, you forget who is behind it.

Harper signed what Lulu stated, ‘She thinks she feels something here?’ Harper wasn’t exactly sure what Lulu could have meant by that. It was just an old shabby house; she pressed her lips together as Zach responded diminishing Lulu’s actions. She looked over to meet his eyes, she just nodded biting the corner of her lip. She didn’t know how else to respond. It wasn’t that Harper didn’t believe her, but there was just no factual evidence of ghosts or being able to feel them. Her dad had gone to some psychic or natural healer or something, when the doctors said she wouldn’t get better. The only option was to keep her comfortable. Luka wouldn’t take that answer, he needed another option, and well that person said she would be okay.

That probably is what truly broke her father, the false hope of her one day getting better.

All of a sudden someone came down the stairs and out of the shadows, and before Harper could grab Max, he was out of reach. Her breath caught in her throat as Zach caught him at the last second. When she heard sawyer mention a stun gun her eyes went wide, what would of happened to Max if Zach hadn’t stopped him. Zach turned Max around asking Harper to sign to him to explain why they weren’t letting him throw himself at Matt.

‘Just. Matt.’ Harper finger spelt Matt’s name effortlessly. Having spent time in a few ASL classes had been the best decision she had ever made. Though it was tough in the dark with Max.

Sawyer announced it was time for them to get a move on with their mission, when Sawyer signed what she had said to Max, Harper felt a sense of pride in her best friend. She had been trying to teach her simple phrases in ASL and finally some seemed to have stuck.

Harper followed after Sawyer and Zach up the stairs, she looked back at Max who’s face was starting to look rather white. Harper waved him along to follow her up the stairs. ‘it will be fine.’ Harper signed to him. She turned back around, taking every step carefully as it creaked under her weight. She didn’t exactly want to visit the room they had earlier, it smelled awful and it her heart physically hurt when she saw all the bodies of the cats.

Harper held her phone out in front of her, using the flashlight on the back of it. Unfortunately, since she had not gone home after school, she didn’t have a chance to grab her bat or flashlight. Luckily, her phone still had about 50% of battery left, and that should of lasted them the night depending on how long they were there for.

Harper reached the top of the stairs and the air hit her body like a ton of bricks. She had been comfortably in a tee shirt most of the day, having never bothered to put on her flannel that had been tied around her waist. She felt goosebumps forming on her arms almost instantly as she wrapped her arms around herself shivering. “It feels like winter.” She breathed out. Harper untied her flannel from around her waist, slipping each arm into their sleeves.

Harper pulled the flannel tight around her chest. “I can see my breath.” Harper furrowed her eyebrows. Turning to face Max. ‘Do you feel that?’ She signed raising her eyebrows high. ‘How do you explain this kind of change.’ She turned to see Zach was going off on some ridiculous idea on a cat freezer. “1, I think the freezer would fall through this floor.”

“Two.” Harper took a deep breath, watching her breath freeze as she breathed out. “This wasn’t like this yesterday.”

Harper looked over Zach’s shoulder as started to fiddle with the door. “We are not partying with some mentally deranged man.” She covered her nose with the corner of her flannel anticipating the horrible smell to hit her nose once again.

The door to the cat room creaked loudly as it swung open. Harper’s heart pounded in anticipation of seeing all of the cats’ bodies scattered throughout the room.

But-

Once the door was open, there was nothing there. Harper dropped the flannel from her nose staring in disbelief. “What- where?” Harper turned to face Sawyer. “This was the room right.” She threw her hands out to the side.

“Everything is gone Sawyer.”

She looked over her shoulder back into the room beside her. “It looks like nothing was every there.” A colder breeze blew over her head, blowing her hair out of her face. Harper shivered as the air passed by. Harper wrapped her arms closer to her chest. "How can it be this cold."

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: oh no


LOCATION: The Sleeping Hedgehog

basics

MENTIONS:
Colby 0k_mang0
INT:

tags

TL;DR Oliver is finally parted from his knife

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

Quiet people have the loudest minds

Oliver hurriedly rummaged through his backpack for the spare sheet of paper Colby had asked for, tearing a page from his English binder and swiftly passing it over to Colby. Colby penned down the address to the soup kitchen before he handed it back, at which Oliver merely stared warily at the writing, eyelids narrowed and lower lip between his teeth. Truth be told, Oliver was plenty aware of the soup kitchen already. After all, he'd spent yesterday afternoon volunteering there, but never had he considered availing himself of it. Oliver always felt that if he did, he'd be asked questions and he'd get in trouble… the kind of trouble he was always taught would kill him.

With stealing no longer an option, though (even Oliver had to admit Colby's reasoning was solid), he might have few other means of getting food. He certainly couldn't rely on being allowed it at home, and though Lemon had been enthusiastic about offering her own, he couldn't do that without the risk of her getting suspicious. He couldn't just up and tell her he had no food. But though he didn't know it, he'd raised suspicion already. After all, what kind of kid wants to spend day on their feet volunteering the morning after getting beaten unconscious?

They knew by now that he took great lengths not to be at home. Even at risk of illness and injury.

Colby, so far, had been steady and reasonable and had made no moves to grab at Oliver's throat. The smaller of the two stayed quiet and guarded, but had relaxed slightly at the shoulders and allowed one of his arms to stray away and fiddle with a lock of his dark hair. Colby might be a bit imposing, but it had been a few minutes without being attacked and Oliver had started to feel slightly more confident that this encounter could end peacefully. Maybe Colby really was just trying to do the right thing and return the stolen money, prevent further burglaring…

But Colby's next request struck a different tone with Oliver.

“Before I forget—give me your knife.”

Oliver looked as though he'd been slapped. Immediately starting back and glancing around for any hope of escape, he saw he had no chance but to tumble over the side of the bench -- too slow, or try and climb over Colby and make a run for it-- impossible. Oliver, though he had free movement, was cornered. Whatever Colby was saying now buzzed through Oliver’s mind without being registered as speech. Just noise. Sound that he felt deep in his nerves more than he heard.

Oliver curled in on himself as if trying to fold up and disappear, head down, knees up and arms retracted to his chest. Anxiously biting the knuckles of his other hand, he dug through his pocket, fingers closing around his switchblade's handle, and gently transferred the object into Colby's outstretched hand. A move from which he flinched back his hand as though ut burned.

After that, he stayed frozen still, only moving to breathe shallowly through his nose. The hand he was biting at had formed small bruises, showing starkly against his nearly white skin. Dark eyes, still wide and unblinking, had fixed on an arbitrary point just over Colby's shoulder. He feared closing his eyes, not knowing what would happen if he did, but another look into the light reflecting off of Colby's eyes and Oliver was sure he'd lose it entirely.

code by valen t.

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: Happy

OUTFIT: outfit after having to change

LOCATION: Kekoa's house

basics

MENTIONS:
0k_mang0 (Matt)

tags

TL;DR having sushi

tl;dr

Astraea Dupante

there are so many beautiful reasons to be happy....

Astraea returned Kekoa’s hug, squeezing her friend close to her chest. “How’s Hartfield.” She pulled away, arms still wrapped around Kekoa’s shoulders. She let go, dropping her arms to her side she shook her head somberly. “No I haven’t seen him.” Matt had told her he was missing earlier that day, while they were working on the float. Astraea was worried about the Cat killer possibly having gotten to Barty first. But she kept quiet so that Kekoa’s parents would not worry.

Astraea slipped off her boots and into a pair of slippers on the side before walking further into their house. “Hi Mr. Alo!” Astraea gave Kekoa’s father a side hug before following Kekoa to the kitchen to help her finish setting up the table.

She placed out plates around the table. “Where’s Matty tonight?” Matty had mentioned he would not be by till later but had not gone into much detail on it otherwise. Astraea made her way over to the bathroom to wash her hands before joining Kekoa’s family at the table.

“Thank you so much for having me!” She smiled, she had missed spending time with Kekoa. She never really got to see her outside of school, so it was nice for them to spend time together.

“Mr. Alo, how is the football team doing this year?” Astraea remembered that Kekoa’s father had coached the football team in pervious years. “I joined the cheer team at Parish this year! No more soccer for me.” Astraea was happy to no longer have to focus on soccer and all of her AP classes. She figured that Cheer would be more social than soccer was at least. “That means I will unfortunately be cheering against your team at the game this year.”

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Startled

LOCATION: The Hawking House

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Harper Dazzle
Sawyer KingofAesir
Zach lion.
Stu Dede
Matt 0k_mang0
Lulu PenguinFox




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tags

TL;DR
Max almost gets stunned by Matt, then they go upstairs and it's cold which is spooky.

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

How do you run from your own mind?

"Feels something?" Max raised a skeptical eyebrow at Harper's translation of Lulu's announcement, turning his head back to see the twee-looking girl with her head cocked, resting her hand on the fireplace. "What's that supposed to mean?" After he lowered his hands, he realized it was kind of silly to ask Harper that. She clearly didn't know either. Max, though, was growing increasingly uneasy with Lulu's daydreamy mannerisms. This was, after all, the girl who dared assume he was a stalker and an animal killer. He made a point of keeping distance from her, choosing instead to stray to the back of the group between Stu and Harper.

For a few moments, everything was still. Max stayed alert, studying the space from floor to ceiling, bright steely blue eyes struggling to get a good view in the murky darkness. The house smelled of wet leaves, dust, old wood...

The next thing to catch Max's attention was a red light flickering on the wall above the staircase. Immediately he jerked his head back to investigate it, stepping through the group and seeing how they one by one startled backwards as if...

And there, about halfway up the steps was a man's silhouetted form, illuminated only by their own lamps and flashlights to show he was wearing a black bandanna over his face, holding something small with a tracking light, probably a gun which would--

Nerves moving faster than his brain could make sense of, Max sprinted forward blindly, for whatever split second shot he had at the guy though he had no weapon of his own, only for a hand to clamp down hard on his shoulder and spin him around. Max was fast, but light and clumsy... he buckled under the hold and was forced around with ease. Zach was speaking rapidly at him, his ever-smirking face looking much too calm for being held at fucking gunpoint by a fucking crazy stalker -- and only a few seconds of panicked confusion later, he was spun back around to face Harper. Harper too looked disturbingly undisturbed, her hand slowly and deliberately saying ‘Just. Matt.’

Matt!?!?
Why the hell--
What did he want?

Max groaned and buried his head in his hands for a moment, fingers raking back through his hair. He tried to slow his breathing to no avail, shoulders tensed back and moving sharply with each gasp in. This expedition was nerve wracking as it was, and Matt just had to drop by and give him a heart attack, Sawyer had to bring along her negligent and false-accusing new friend, and Zach here with his stupid pointless insults...

By the time he lifted his head again, the group had started to trail their way up the staircase.

Max, swallowing his panic and straightening back into his attempt to be calm and orderly, quietly waved Stu over and gestured for him to stay behind as they quickly followed their group up the dark and rickety steps, cautiously weighing out each step up in case the decaying wood decided to give way. Max felt sick... despite his best efforts to stay composed and serious, he found himself pale and nauseous, eyes flickering back and forth in the dark for signs of the house collapsing or another stranger with a weapon.

Harper turned back to assure him everything was fine... wait, wasn't that always his line?
Expectation really had turned on its head.

He and Stu were the last up onto the second floor landing. All at once a blast of cold air hit him front on, like walking into a sheet of ice. The temperature had dropped to what must be half of what it had been outside... for no conceivable reason. This house was far too old to have air conditioners or anything to freeze.
And now he was left wishing Zach had brought a heavier jacket, because already his skin was chilled and stinging. The group had scattered around on the landing, Harper currently occupied with prying open another door. Her remark, matched to her bewildered expression and unsettled stance... it was enough to leave Max colder than the freezing air.

“Everything is gone Sawyer.”

Max didn't hesitate, staying close by Stu's side and a little behind as his hands repeated "What!? Why?" He backed up into the wall, eyes on the ceiling while his brain struggled to catch up and ask the real question. All attempts to hide his anxiety had shattered on the floor by now.
"What was here?"

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: Ecstatic

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: The Hedgehog Cafe

basics

MENTIONS:
TexasKingPin
INT:
Chimney Swift (pete)

tags

TL;DR study sesh

tl;dr

Graham Moore

can I go home now?

Graham had honestly had a great day despite having missed his test… But it wasn’t really his fault that the school has just let them walk out the building. They should of cared that two students were leaving the grounds. They could have gotten hurt! Maybe that Mark? Max? Graham wasn’t even sure what his name was anymore, Ivy had called the brunette boy every M name in the baby book.

Anyways, maybe he had been on to something, did this town really even care about the kids within it? Maybe not. What had once started as a protest for whale rights, well that was at least how Graham saw it. Though he was told differently.

Graham made his way across campus, heading towards town center. Graham was finally starting to find his way around town. It wasn’t as intimidating as he had originally thought. The town was small, like Anchor Bay, but yet it felt so much bigger.

Graham had made plans with Peter to meet up at The Hedgehog Café for a study session. They had a rather big Science project that would lead to a camping trip. Something about finding certain types of moss, and learning how to live off the land? Graham wasn’t too sure to be honest. He was great at Chemistry, Biology, but living off the land? That didn’t really seem like science.

Graham looked up at the sign above the glass windows to The Hedgehog Café, this was only Graham’s second visit to the place. He didn’t understand why everyone called it a scam, or too expensive, it was cheaper than any Starbucks he had every gone to, and better than Dunkins. Graham walked through the front door, pushing it open so the bell above the door dinged to announce the arrival of another guest.

Graham stuck his hands in the pockets of his Hartfield jacket. He looked out over the booths trying to find his partner for the project. Finally, he spotted Peter at one of the far corner booths. He caught his eye, waving across the café before he made his way over to him.

“Hey!” Graham smiled, sliding into the booth across from Peter. “How are you?” Graham pulled his hands out of the pockets of his jacket and placed them on the table in front of them interlocking his fingers. “Do you know exactly what we are supposed to be prepping for?” Graham furrowed his eyebrows looking over his shoulder before back at Peter. “Okay, wait before we start, I have to tell you something!”

Graham looked around the café again suspiciously before he looked back at Peter. “I skipped class today.” His eyes went with shock and Graham wore an ecstatic look on his face. “I can’t even believe I did that!” Graham was shocked by himself, and maybe he shouldn’t have been telling Peter that, but he figured he looked like he had a trustworthy face overall. “Me and Evie went to the arcade instead!! I didn’t even know this town had an arcade! Have you been??”
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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: 10% more chill than baseline

LOCATION: The Sleeping Hedgehog

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
GRAHAM Dazzle

tags

TL;DR
Graham and Peter work out their pre-camping project

tl;dr

Peter Elliott

Will I ever be more than I've always been?

Peter was not a coffee drinker.

His parents sometimes acted like they'd rather him smoke a pack of cigarettes than touch a milligram of caffeine. And it wasn't like he had a heart condition or anything like that. It was just a house rule... something about not being old enough, or whatever. Peter was going to be 16 at the end of the month, so that was totally ridiculous, wasn't it? He thought so.

But really, it was okay. The Sleeping Hedgehog made a good hot chocolate, and if you asked they'd even throw in a shot of salted caramel syrup. And it wasn't even like Peter was just here to get a drink and chill out. He'd brought with him his environmental science folder, and a handful of books from the library about moss, and his laptop (decorated with a tasteful smattering of guinea pig, rainbow and butterfly stickers). His project partner would be by any minute. They were going to make the best moss presentation ever. Or like, an adequate one at least.

Graham hurried through the doors a few seconds later, just as Peter finished off the last of his drink. He was going to ask if Graham wanted anything, but Graham was quick on his small-town introductions. Luckily, Peter was good at those. "Oh, hey Graham!" Politely casual. Excellent. "I'm doing well, thanks. Busy day at school and all, but I'm so glad you could make it. How are you?"

After starting to lay out their supplies and booting up Peter's computer, Graham asked for a recap of their assignment which Peter was more than happy to provide. He prided himself on his excellent memory. Then before he could explain the details of the expo project about moss they had to create for the class, Graham leaned furtively across the table, saying in an excitedly secretive tone “Okay, wait before we start, I have to tell you something!”

Peter's heart jumped into his throat, eyes widening. What Graham said next could be anything... a confession? A secret? A rumor? Something he has supposed to have already known?
Through the pounding in his chest he barely heard the answer, but when it clicked in his head he was quick to react.

"You what?" Peter exclaimed in a flurry of excitement that he quickly bit back on, replacing with a wavering smile. Peter couldn't fathom skipping school, especially so early in the term. His family expected straight Bs and perfect attendance at all times. Not valedictorian or anything... that would be bragging and conceited. Just good enough for his parents to brag to their friends. The double standard was not lost on Pete. "The arcade? I didn't even know we had one, wow. Is it fun? That's like so 80s of you guys... skipping school to go play Pac-Man and get milkshakes or whatever you did..." A more genuine smile slowly replaced his masked one.

"Wow. That's like really cool actually. Maybe I should head down sometime... I mean, haha... not during school..."

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[0k_mang0]

MOOD:
slightly calmer big bro mode

OUTFIT:
click here
​

INFO

LOCATION: outside Sleeping Hedgehog

WITH: Oliver
​

ACTIVITY

Chimney Swift

TAGS

Colby

Before stowing it away in his other pocket, Colby turned the switchblade (without the blade out) around for a few seconds, casually inspecting it in light fascination. Not bad. Will clean it later, he mentally noted.

“Okay, go on, kid. Get to whatever plans you got.” He stepped aside, waving at the kid to move along now.

After Oliver scurried off to who-knows-where, Colby spun on his heel toward the cafe, thinking about ordering a tea drink. But then, he stopped himself from turning the door handle, remembering that he’d given most of his own cash to Oliver. Dammit.

Colby hadn’t actually planned on giving Oliver forty dollars. Nor had he thought of bringing extra money in case he wanted a nosh or something else beforehand. Then again, he sort of wasted some of his money on the stupid hair coloring stuff, and tips from his last job at the cafe were low.

While contemplating his decisions, Colby patted the outside of the pocket that held his wallet, which held the stolen church money that Oliver gave him...

“Nope,” Colby said aloud to himself, put on his motorcycle helmet and gloves, started up his bike, and zipped to the church to return the money. Before going inside, he made the sign of the cross right outside the entrance because his Catholic grandmother had taught smol Colby to be respectful (and tough)—he wasn't even sure if this Protestant town even does this, but whatever.

He wasn’t going to tell the pastor or whoever was there that it was the stolen donated money. Colby planned to tell them that he heard about it on Twitter, donate some of “his own money” (he tossed in a few of his own extra change) out of pity, and just head back out on his way again. Pretty solid plan.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: disarmed


LOCATION: The Sleeping Hedgehog

basics

MENTIONS:
Colby 0k_mang0
INT:
Ashley tamarapasek
Lemon Elf_Ruler
Dustin Qwertycakes

tags

TL;DR Oliver already feels Not Good about being unarmed, but goes to Ashley's movie party with some hope of having a good night.

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

Quiet people have the loudest minds

When Colby finally let Oliver go, the shivering sophomore seemed to take a moment to understand what had been said, shaking his head with a hard blink as if to wake himself up. Without a sound, he brushed his hair back, tugged his sleeve down over his bitten hand, stood up carefully so as not to aggravate his fractured ribs, and he slipped off back into the side alley that led behind the Hedgehog. A shortcut of sorts back to the midtown area.

Oliver liked maps, and because of his wandering habit he'd become something of a skilled mental navigator. Though he struggled with street names and cardinal directions, he tracked landmarks and seemed to have the image of the town etched out in his brain. If he'd been somewhere once, he'd always find his way back again. Weaving cautiously between buildings and through narrow side streets, as if he were worried someone was following him, he wound up in the part of town he was pretty sure Ashley's home was in. She'd given her address, and he remembered it, but her street was a new one on him so he had to go by neighborhood. He knew she didn't live on the sketchy outskirts of town like he did, or in the wealthy hillside and shoreline areas. The middle of town seemed like his best bet.

As he stalked around for her street, he found he couldn't keep his hand out of his pocket, constantly fidgeting around with the empty space where his knife always was. Aside from feeling vulnerable without his weapon, he just felt… wrong. The familiar sensation of it was starkly, uncomfortably absent. He groaned inwards under his breath, one hand continously flicking at his pocket as if to ease the unsettling lack of stimulus.

Finally, after 20 minutes of milling through the quiet part of town, he found Ashley's street and quickly counted down to her house number. Not that he needed it: On the front steps already were Lemon and Dustin, and Ashley just inside answering the door. Though all three were familiar faces, the crowd of three suddenly gave him a twinge of apprehension about coming any closer. He wasn't quite used to being invited places, really. In the few days he'd known Stu, he'd been graced with a few adventures (which had all ended horribly, through no fault of either of the two.) But that was it, and each time it had been someone else who took the initiative and came to him first. The idea of approaching people on his own still turned his stomach.

Still tapping his fingers against his pocket, Oliver nervously climbed onto the top step but stayed a few feet back from the others. He lifted a hand as if to wave to Ashley, not sure what would be polite, but he left it still, cradled at his shoulder. He shifted his weight back on his heels and then onto his toes, unsure if he was still too tongue-tied after Colby's intervention. Perhaps he didn't quite want to be here, but yet everywhere else he could be was far more painful by comparison. Besides, if he could get through a conversation like he had this morning, maybe it wouldn't be so bad… or maybe it would be absolutely horrible. There were several possibilities of what could happen that he carefully tracked out in his still-aching brain. He decided, in the few moments he was standing aside, that as long as he wasn't attacked like at the beach party,, there wasn't a gas leak, the smoke alarm didn't go off, or any other sudden horrible events, this was at the very least relatively safe. Even without his knife.
But dear god did he miss having the knife.

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[Dede]

Stu

A game of telephone was being played down the train of soldiers snaking their way through Hockey House. Stu was at the end of this shaky line of communications, getting only scrapes for reports. Usually, by the time the news reached him, the peace of the frontlines would already be restored — and the train would be moving again. Choo choo.

But this latest skirmish was loud. Stu craned his head to see what all the commotion had been, all the panicked shuffling and hollering. A Toothrot spotting, perhaps? He caught a glimpse of the silhouette that turned Max into the hero of the group. He sprinted ahead more quickly than Stu could latch onto him for safety, and the jostle made Stu tip forward and lose balance. And again the group shuffled forward without him and he was scrambling to catch up with them.

There was little benefit of being at the back of the line. Somewhere in the middle would have been preferable, where there was no danger of being snatched from behind with nobody else watching. This happened frequently enough in horror films to terrify a boy whose perception of reality bordered on the delusional.

There was a sense of injustice to the whole operation. The leader of the group had given him no weapon to defend himself with. No bat or axe came his way (either of which would probably have been too heavy for him to carry anyway). But he was completely unarmed and vulnerable to Toothrot’s attacks. All Stu carried was a meagre light that he was shakily aiming at the crusted walls and peeled wallpaper. Even in these quiet patterns he fully expected to find the gruesome face of his fishy nemesis.

Stu heeded every step, but drunk with fear and fatally hungry, he barely kept a straight line. Any chance of eating the trail mix that Lulu gave him was gone now. The crunch of granola would likely draw the beast to his position. He walked into Max several times, whom he was trying to stick close with. He followed him up the stairs, and barely made four steps before falling down awkwardly on his backside. “I’m OK!” he hollered back at the group.

But his shoes had come undone, and for the moment he sat tying his shoelaces at the base of the stairs….

Herman Toothrot moved in the shadows.

"Run....Stu... RUN!!!" Ivy's voice rang through his little head.

Stu gave up on his laces. He flaunted his inside-out shirt at the darkness and dashed as fast as he could to join Max on the top of the stairs, tripping over himself a couple times over as he went. When he reached the top he was panting, and not quite sure what the others were looking at. "W. . . what was here? Did you find him? Did you find Toothrot?" Well, it wasn’t the first time he’d been clueless tonight, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

Chimney Swift Dazzle KingofAesir lion. 0k_mang0 PenguinFox

 

[Soap]

Katherine Navarro
“I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.”

@Princess.Navarro has set their status to:
Busy.

@Princess.Navarro has set their outfit to:
Skin Tight Jeans

@Princess.Navarro has interacted with:
Hayden, Madi, Ryker

@Princess.Navarro has mentioned:
N/A

@Princess.Navarro has tagged:
Dazzle @LittleWolfie TexasKingPin​

Katherine pursed her lips, taking in the information she was already aware of the second she'd seen Madi across the field. If only she wasn't dumb enough to get caught, maybe Madi would've gotten away scot-free.

"Right." Kat sighed, giving the blonde a once over and held her hand out for the phone, swiping through the photos and videos that were taken of them failing miserably. Luckily, she hadn't taken Hayden's advice to get down and dirty into the mud, to show off for her team-- a team that hardly even knew how to do a lunge without falling onto their ass. Surprisingly, she didn't delete any of the 'evidence.'

This was an opportunity.

She'd be a fool not to take it.

"You're going to show her these. Tell her we're terrible. She's practically up against preschoolers." Katherine handed back the phone, averting her gaze from Madi and back onto the poor excuse of a team. It was the truth. For now, anyway. There was absolutely zero way this team wasn't going to be in shape by the next game. At the very least they'd be able to hold a pyramid long enough before one of them collapse from pure exhaustion, and that's only if they weren't going to pass out from practice alone.

Kat gaze flickered towards Hayden and decided not to say anything further. The last thing she needed is for him to play white knight for Madi.

"We'll talk more later. I have work to do."

The brunette stood up, smoothing out her outfit as she made her way away from Hayden and Madi. Deciding to focus on the skill of her crumbling team, it wasn't long before the actual tryouts had started and it'd taken up most of Katherine's time, she'd done her best to stay focused at the matter at hand but she found her thoughts wandering more than it should've.
_

She was dreading tonight.

Yet, looking forward to every second of it.

Nobody said Katherine was simple to understand.

She deemed herself ready for her night with Ryker. It wasn't a date. She had made that very clear, despite his advances to make it so-- it was an excuse to leave the house. It wasn't as if she genuinely missed him.

Ryker was nothing but a plaything.

And Katherine had never missed a chance to remind him of that.

She was inches away from the front door before she was stopped by a voice from the top of the stairs and Kat took a deep breath. She was so close to leaving without being bothered.

So close.

"Where are you heading off to?"

That was a good question. One Katherine wasn't sure on how to answer. Now that Ben was out of the house, her parents focus was set on her for no apparent reason, it wasn't as if they were genuinely interested, it was that they simply had no where else to occupy their time when their nose wasn't in their work. And unfortunately for Kat, her father had decided it was time for a break.

"I'm... going to see a friend."

"Who?"

"Nobody you know."

"You're lying."

Her deduction skills had come from her father, they were equals in the worst way possible. Her father had never been a fan of Ryker-- and she could understand why, but Katherine believed he had no say in this situation. Especially since he wasn't the greatest judge of his own company.

This, was a tactic to scare her into telling him the truth of course. But Katherine didn't back down so easily from her father.

"Like father like daughter, no?"

This had taken the man aback, his brows furrowed in confusion, an underlying sense of fear was set-- but it wasn't as if he was scared of her, he was simply scared of what she knew.

The revving engine of a motorcycle had cut their conversation short, her father had likely already knew who she was going out with tonight... and he didn't make a comment on it. "Don't wait up." She spoke as if he actually would, but now that her brother wasn't around, who knew what things her parents would pick up?

The front door slammed closed behind her from the sheer weight, and she made her way towards Ryker with a raise of her brow, taking in his appearance and believe it or not, Katherine was glad to see he hasn't changed for the worse in a year. "You couldn't of gotten a car?" She asked, taking the black helmet from his hands, sliding onto the back of the motorcycle and wrapping her arms around his waist. By now, she was used to it. Ryker had his bike for as long as they were... a thing. Perhaps she should've chose another boy to spend her time with, after all, almost every boy in HA wanted her attention and naturally, Katherine went for the one who seemed disinterested.

Ryker was... uncharted territory.

Back then, anyway.

By now? Katherine knew exactly what she was doing.
_

In every way possible.

Her lips moved fervently against his, Katherine straddled him placing her hands on top of his chest, finding the hem of his shirt and it moved barely an inch before she felt something land on her and she broke the kiss with a grunt, swatting away a mosquito that was so intent on ruining her night.

"We couldn't of gone to your place? I..."

Katherine gestured towards the blanket beneath them, the picnic basket and the 'candles' around them that were battery operated. The girl was always one to appreciate the beauty of nature, the calm, the peace, the serene noise of the ocean waves-- but not when this seemed more like a date than it did a hookup. "What even is all this?" Katherine glanced down at him, not bothering to move off of Ryker as she awaited an answer.

It just... seemed odd.

"What's the sudden change about?"

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: Confused

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: The Hedgehog Cafe

basics

MENTIONS:
TexasKingPin
INT:
Chimney Swift (pete)

tags

TL;DR study sesh

tl;dr

Graham Moore

can I go home now?

Graham thought Peter was pretty cool, quiet, reserved but he was nice. Graham was slowly building his circle of friends at Hartfield. Now he had Lulu, Evie, Peter, and Madi of course. And then his first Parish Bay friend was Meera and he had met Ivy, and even though Ivy and Evie were in a fight, he hoped they would get over it soon. Then they could all hangout together! Graham was so happy to have such a large friend group, he had only had two close friends back in Anchor Bay.

“IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!” Graham threw his hands up, completely defeating the point of secrecy. “I haven’t done anything like that before, it felt like a rush.” Grahams eyes drifted to the window, he couldn’t wait to go back and play DDR with Evie, they already were planning to have so much more fun at the arcade again.

“You know, we should go sometime! We got pizza, no milk shakes, but that sounds like a great idea!”

Graham pondered over his thoughts for a moment. “Where can you get milkshakes in this town?” Graham still didn’t know many places in Parish, even though he was finally getting his footing around town. “You probably could head down during school, no one stopped us from leaving. We just walked out the front door.” Graham shrugged, it surprised him too. How not one faculty member even attempted to stop them from leaving.

Graham looked up to see someone else had joined them, Peter had mentioned a friend was coming to help them with the project. Graham found that to be so nice, Nils did not have to help them, it wasn’t his homework. “Yea, Graham.” He smiled. “Thanks for coming Nil’s! We could really use the help.”

What Nils said next had Graham’s cheeks steaming red, he had never been called cute. Especially by a boy. “Oh, uh, thanks!” Good recovery Graham, yes. Nils was overly kind it seemed, wait, had Nils just said that Peter had called him cute. Graham anxiously ran a through his hair, he wasn’t sure how to respond. He couldn’t explain the feeling in his stomach that he had.

“Yes, um, lets get to work.”

“Where do we start?” Graham was still at a loss on what they were supposed to be doing. Mixing chemicals, he understood. Easy to follow instructions, at least for him. Measuring and combining, easy. Surviving off the land, not a clue.
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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Flustered

LOCATION: The Sleeping Hedgehog

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:
GRAHAM Dazzle
Nils TexasKingPin

tags

TL;DR
Ohmygod Nils stoooooop XD

tl;dr

Peter Elliott

Will I ever be more than I've always been?

Peter laughed awkwardly at Graham's enthusiastic promotion of cutting class. Apparently it was way easier to do so than Peter had always assumed. He always thought the hall monitors would chase him down and tackle him or something. Why else would there be hall monitors? Peter offered only a strained "...Wow," finding himself unable to form a more eloquent response.

Luckily, Graham regained interest in the project they had convened to accomplish. Peter smiled in relief and spun his laptop around to show Graham the prompt the teacher had emailed out that morning.

"So like, we're growing our own moss! We get a bunch of different kinds and we have to grow our own samples and label them. And like, then we have to do that thing about how they're essential to wilderness survival..." Peter trailed off for a moment, softly resting his elbows on the table. "Like boy scouts." Peter had hated boy scouts. He did it for a year in 5th grade, at his parent's behest, but then he just got picked on and after a month he begged to drop out. He briefly considered making an attempt at a funny anecdote about it, but wondered if that would be too far. It turned out, though, that he didn't need to ponder it, because just as he was about to make a decision, Nils' tall lanky frame appeared at the door.

"Oh, hey Nils!" Peter cheerful waved over his friend, one of the maybe three friends he had in the whole world. "Nils, this is Graham. Graham, Nils. I thought it might be nice if--" Nils, though, had more mischievous intentions than Peter's quiet pleasantries.

“Peter, you’ve got some great tastes in the boys you're friends with. He’s pretty cute, just like you said.”

Peter and Graham both turned the same shade of red. Peter realized his jaw had dropped maybe 2 seconds too late and hastily plastered on a fake smile that was way less convincing than his usual fake smile was.
Did he say that?
Probably.
He certainly thought it a lot.

Graham seemed even more eager to change the subject than Peter was, and thankfully Nils followed suit. Peter, giggling nervously, got back to work. "So we get the moss samples on Friday. We can do the survival part before, I think. I brought a poster board! Do you guys, uh, think it would be cute if when we grow the samples we arrange them by color? Like the lightest one on one end and... you get it." Satisfied that the conversation had veered away from Peter's innermost thoughts on Graham, he had started to settle back into his usual poised persona. Back straight, head up, casual half-smile. He could do this. It'd be totally cool.

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[Soap]

MOOD: ... whatever.

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Vibe Comix

basics

MENTIONS: Tatum, Graham, Elf_Ruler Dazzle


INT: Ivy, Chimney Swift

tags

TL;DR Showing off at the comic store... and then Ivy ruins it.

tl;dr

Genevieve

Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame. Bona fide hustler making my name

Evie didn't bother to apologize for taking Graham on the greatest ditch day he could ever ask for. Although It was kinda awesome to have someone who had the same interests as a-- no, they weren't friends. Definitely not. Evie had a list of people who she considered as friends.

And so far, the only person on that list was one Tatum Browne.

What? She was the only normal one in this town.

Sure, maybe poor unnormal Graham for his French test or whatever. He was probably gonna fail anyway but the real win here was, Evie had someone to play Drive Or Die with. It was so damn cool-- wait let her correct herself. Evie had someone to absolutely demolish on Drive Or Die. You know, being the pro that she is.

"Good luck with whatever that is. See ya, Dorkwad." One hand flew to her forehead, saluting a goodbye before using the steady table around them to push herself off the chair, practically jumping to her heels and already out the door before Graham could complain about another something he missed at that over achieving high school.

It's like everyone there peeked at seventeen.

"Hey! Aren't you gonna clean up you little-- *insert curse word here.*" A glance behind her and of course, it was the incredibly shitty cashier who had nothing better to do than complain like Graham but a thousand times worse. Seriously, that guy was the biggest douche she'd ever seen and that's even counting that bitch of a man at home.

Two fingers of her own appeared, both middle, both incredibly insulting, and both facing his stupid wrinkly face as Genevieve pushed her back towards the entrance,

mouthing the words ' F u c k, y o u. ' The door opened, leaving a little jingle, a string of curse words and the sound of rolling wheels in her wake.

--
Dingly-ding.

Her back pushed against the glass door, entering the best place in town. Well, after the arcade of course. This was the place where Evie spent most of her time-- but again, after the arcade. She knew most of the employees by name... they didn't like her very much at first, it was probably her beaming smile and optimistic attitude that really drew them in. "H-hey!" The salesclerk beamed.

That thing?

That thing was Wyatt.

An annoying, Stuttery, literal dog who begged at her feet every chance he got.

It was almost like he had a crush on her or something.

Bleck.

"W-we s-still didn't get that um... Adventur--"

"I'm not here for that."

"Oh. So... w-w-what are you here for?"

Good question, Wyatt. It was one that Evie didn't want to answer-- barely admit to herself... but... the truth was, Genevieve was here for one Ivy Dawkins. The worst woman in the entire world to ever exist, with her demon eyes, her weird ass dresses, and terrible disney channel insults. They might've... had a really terrible argument. Which isn't new for them! That's how they work. Evie might've taken things too far... but so did Ivy. It was a hundred percent Ivy's fault...

Not really but in Evie's eyes it is.

So suck it.

Maybe not a lot of many people knew this about Evie, but she gets defensive pretty quickly when the tables are turned on her. Call it overly sensitive or just a big fat baby who knows? It isn't like she actually believes either of those things.

Did any of that matter though?

No, the answer was no.

Ivy was a bitch. And yet, Evie was here to give her the stupid fifty bucks because her mother confiscated Ivy's weed pen that she'd forgot to return. Genevieve shrugged and sighed, successfully answering Wyatt's question which in turn had left the boy completely confused, but he wasn't about to say anything that'd make her snap at him.

Even if she felt kinda bad for yelling at him sometimes.

It was the stutter. It was dumb. Felt like kicking a baby whale named Gert. "Wanna see somethin' cool?" Evie said, pulling out the rainbow butterfly knife that shined as beautiful as the ugly morning sun. Opening it with a quick movement of her hand and Wyatt jumped in response, but soon after relaxed once he realized Evie wasn't about to hurt him.

"W-wow, that's..."

"Sick. I know."

"D-did your mom get it for you?" Ha, as if her mother would ever know about this thing. The only people who knew about it was Sawyer, and whoever her sixty followers on Instagram were. It was gonna be a well-kept secret. Ain't no little shits finding out anytime soon.

"Nah, someone--"

Dingly-ding!

Evie and Wyatt both turned to look at the newest customer and she'd be lying if her heart didn't drop a bit at the sight of seeing her.

Not in a weird lesbian way, let's not get fucking weird okay?

Evie didn't really do confrontation. She hated arguments-- well, real arguments involving real things. She was never really all that good at them. It just felt overly stressful and... fuck it. Dwelling on it wasn't gonna help either. With as much courage she could muster, Genevieve pulled the fifty dollar bill out of the overly big jacket pocket but didn't dare to approach her.

"You showed. I thought your shift on the corner started..."

Evie's gaze fell to the clock in the upper corner of the room before landing back onto her.

"Five minutes ago? You really let yourself go it seems." She gestured towards whatever Ivy was wearing, putting her hands behind her back and attempting not to focus on what she'd said to her just yesterday.

Look, it fucking bothered her. Okay?

Evie didn't say anything else, instead holding out the fifty while Wyatt watched everything like a bystander watching a shootout in those old cowboy movies stupid Robert would watch all the time.

While her words had screamed, stay and throw insults at me for a bit, her eyes said ... just take the damn money and go.

code by valen t.