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[Elf_Ruler]

Lemon Pierce

Lemon could barely walk straight as she pushed through the crowd of people, as she felt her shoulder connect hard with another and she kept pushing past. She didn’t even care to try and apologize they needed to move, and she needed escape. She needed to get away from Max, people, herself, her thoughts. She needed to escape, and she couldn’t. She couldn’t escape the thoughts, the memories, the words, nothing and it brought her back to when things went wrong. All she had to do was be the perfect Lemon, the perfect daughter, the perfect friend, and the perfect student and nothing would be going wrong. She had screwed up again. She was always the screw up, the one who made mistakes, everything was her fault. Added to that her hand was throbbing in pain from punching Max, why couldn’t things go better? Why couldn’t she be good at anything for anyone? The wrong words always came out, she didn’t deserve her friends, she didn’t deserve anything but the anger that so many seemed to have directed at her.

She didn’t even realize who had caught up with her, when her face looked into his eyes. No words could be said as tears kept rolling down her cheeks. She couldn’t even protest as he directed her towards his car. All she could do was constantly wipe away tears as they fell try and keep the snot from falling from her nose. She felt like a mess and probably looked like one too. Why was Reid even helping? He wanted her out of his life and now here he was taking her to his car. She looked over to him and his jaw was tight. Of course, he was still angry with her, she shouldn’t have expected anything less.

As she climbed into the passenger seat, she turned her body away from the driver’s side. She continued to let the tears fall even as Reid entered the car. The lump still stuck in her throat as she tried to tell him what happened. He would probably agree. Each breath she took to calm herself only seemed to make her feel worse, “He called me a slut.” She finally got out; the last word higher than all the others before more tears came out. All she felt was shame about her words she said to Reid years back, the threats, the lies, everything, she could feel herself spiraling more and more. Her body still not facing Reid as she slowly tried to move her fingers, the movement painful but not impossible. Never had Lemon thought she’d punch someone put now her hand hurt, probably less than her heart and she couldn’t bear to even look at Reid.

The hatred that she knew would be in his eyes for her was too much to handle. They had been friends and to know that it was entirely her fault that he wanted her completely out of his life, looking at him would just make it worse. Instead she rested her head, still wiping and sniffling as he drove her to wherever. She didn’t even care at this point. Anywhere was better than Hartfield.

Mention(s): Interaction(s): Dazzle

 

[lion.]

MOOD: calm

OUTFIT: -

LOCATION: stadium

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Chimney Swift

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Zachary Lee

Surf's up.

It was out of line to smile right now. It took a different type of evil to get it’s run from secretly following a fight close-grained away from him. He knew it seemed all so bad to have the spoils of a smile that came to him rashly as a match picking up flame in a warm afternoon, cheap too, for it was to throw and discard. But, at that juncture of a couple seconds, with the trunk of the soles of his shoes creating a cadence down to Max showed him that he hadn’t changed. He was the Zachary Lee of the past: he had a free and easy mouth which acted less bona fide than his eyes which were unduly quiet to the ocean which he studied so uproariously.

“Max Berkowitz, you big-game player,” the tenor of his voice had a lilting accentuation, though he knew the other boy couldn’t hear. His flat hand swept from his side and fanned out onto one of his shoulders, “What kind of touchdown did you make tonight?”

“Incomplete, was it?” he went on ruthlessly, intently dredging the vowels out so Max could make many of them off his lips, “Were those tears on her face? Are you going to cry?”

He had this absolute paradisiacal grin with his darling set of teeth wonderfully grandstanding on his face that it could almost be forgotten how roughly insincere it could be towards the blonde that he had seen cryingly walk away a shift of time back. Facing half-upwards to the glare of the stadium lights, he was a spitting image of freedom that bypasses all mercy given by law. In charge of his thoughts, he was sure it was because he hated her, that he didn’t feel her pain. Everywhere else, in his heart and softly breathing lungs, something had the gall to upset.

It was because he did things like this to Tatum Browne all the time.

He didn’t betray himself as he sported a look to Max whose brown eyes reminded him of the marshes on which were thin of water and where unlucky fish were baited: vexed and confused.

“Forget her,” he said with a double-meaning towards himself as he glinted his palm off his shoulder to the game, “Let me make an interception.” His eyes flashed trickily.

Outwardly, the people nearby contributed to a cheer as Parish Point made a point.

“Afterall, now that you’re a playboy that can play with others' feelings, you should get a proper coach.”

From the minute by minute distractions, he looked up, “You acknowledge that much right?”

“You-” he pointed at him.

“Play.”

“With.”

“Other.”

“People.”

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Oh shit

OUTFIT:

LOCATION: HA football field

basics

MENTIONS:
Lemon Elf_Ruler

INT:
Zach lion.

tags

TL;DR
Orland attempts to induce a paranoid breakdown score a perfect 10/10

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

"It's Not Fine."

Time seemed to grind to a halt, and neither of them said anything.
...he had nothing to say after that.
No, there was nothing left to do but watch tears well up in Lemon’s eyes.
Why was she hurting? She never liked him. He wasn’t her friend. She just wanted him to think that so people would write her down as a good person and never question what she might do.

Before he could see what she intended to do, Lemon shattered the stillness. In an instant, her fist reeled back and snapped forward, catching him sharply in the left eye.

At first, it didn’t even hurt. He hadn’t yet processed what had happened. Then all of a sudden a flash of heat erupted over his eye socket. His head was wrenched to the side by the impact, which threw him a bit off balance and he barely avoided stumbling back. It wasn’t a hard hit, but… even after everything he’d been told, no one would ever suspect that Lemon was capable of that.
Her hand tilted his face back towards her, though he could barely see her tear-streaked face well enough to make out “Fuck you, Max Berkowitz.”
And then she was gone.

The football field had blurred into nauseous spirals of green and red and blue. As if the whole world had sunken in on itself, everything seemed to collapse in on him and force him back into a space even smaller than himself, not enough room to move or breathe.
He had to imagine this was what it felt like to be buried alive.
He just wanted it to be over.
Everything. All of it.
If he could just close his eyes, and forget he was here, pretend nothing existed--

But no, instead he stayed staring off into the farthest corner of the field, leaning against the metal scaffolding on the side of the bleachers, stuck in the feeling that he’d hit a point so low he would never be able to crawl back out of the grave he’d dug. Without thinking, one of his hands strayed to his wrist and felt for a hot, racing pulse.

And, as though just to prove things could always get worse, the sunlight glinted off a head of blonde waves and Max found himself face-to-face with the roguish surfer himself.
Zach was the worst kind of salt in the wound.

Max turned away from Zach, hand still pressed over his eye, but Zach had no intention of leaving Max alone. With a toothy and comical grin, the heat of Zach’s hand warmed his cold shoulder and held him in place.
Theoretically, Max could have easily shoved past Zach and ran back out to the parking lot.
But he didn’t. He stayed.
Why? Who the fuck knows.

Zach, his deep blue eyes glinting with mischievous joy, was his usual cocky self. He chatted away, as always as if he expected Max to be hearing him. Annoying.

There was always something amicably sadistic about the smirk Zach carried, Max thought.
The younger of the two had grown accustomed, over the years, to being Zach’s favorite source of schadenfreude. They really had never gotten along, though the ire seemed to be one-sided on Max’s part. Zach was enjoying himself.

Whatever he was saying, Max couldn’t help but watch closely for whatever words he could catch.
Why did he care what Zach was saying?
He didn’t want to know.
It was just something stupid and belittling and mean.
...But Max didn’t know how much Zach had seen. If he’d seen Lemon, if he’d talked to her, or…

Complete, tears, you, cry.
That was all Max caught from Zach’s first few minutes of smug monologuing. Max hadn’t even noticed the taste of salt at the back of his throat, cold liquid caught in his eyelashes, but turning his head in an attempt to hide this from Zach only handed the blonde proof that he was right.
Every time Max had something to hide, he always managed to broadcast it to everyone without even saying anything.

Zach’s devilish grin seemed to beg for an angry reaction from Max as he leaned in just a little further into Max’s personal space and slowed his words to a pace that could be read easily.

“You-”
“Play.”
“With.”
“Other.”
“People.”

Oh. Oh no. No.
Not this again. Not the insufferable Zach Talk. Last time it was the insane and cryptic Checkers analogy. Before that, it was something else.
Zach did this all the time.
Max hated having to use his voice, but Zach left him no other options. “What the fuck does that mean!?” He had no way of knowing if his speaking voice carried any weight, but he knew he wasn’t getting an answer.
...And, though he was loathe to admit it, he knew what Zach meant when he said these kinds of things.
Why was Zach so entertained by this?
Max knew he was unloveable. He didn’t need Zach to spell it out.
It wasn’t funny. It was aggravating and it hurt.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: exhausted, confused, worried, angry

OUTFIT

LOCATION: hartfield academy football stadium

basics

MENTIONS:
Chance;

Chimney Swift (Max) (Oliver)

Qwertycakes (Dustin);

Hayden


INT:
KingofAesir (Sawyer);

Dazzle (Harper)

tags

TL;DR

What the actual fuck is going on?

tl;dr

Winnie Matthews

the scars you can't see are the hardest to heal

Miles a minute. Minutes a mile.

Winnie's brain was running left and right and she tried to focus on what was going on around her. But she had no idea what was going on. Oliver seemed to be missing. Harper was late instead of Sawyer (something obviously was going on there). Chance had pulled some rare play out of his ass and despite her being quite the distance away from them, she could basically feel the tension seeping out of Hayden as the two football players conversed at the side of the field. Max was still gone. And apparently Lemon blew up on Max on Twitter. Dustin still hadn't made an appearance. And Winnie, for just a second, felt alone.

He's leaving? Winnie asked, a little surprised at the sudden turn of events, that she was not a part of. Something gnaws at her insides as she feels a little left out of what is going on, like she always felt. She still wasn't going to sign back into Twitter and she wasn't going to message Max. Winnie always felt that Max never wanted her help, he never talked to her when she offered and he never opened up when Winnie could obviously see that her friend needed help. Did he not think of her as that type of friend?

Winnie was going to have to stop trying eventually, but of course she could never bring herself For now, she'd listen to Harper and give Max some time, but that didn't mean that Winnie wasn't angry. He ditched her. After making a big deal about driving, he left her. She met him halfway on a compromise and he couldn't even be bothered to fulfill the deal. That bothered Winnie. But she couldn't bare to deal with it now.

Chance is the quarterback, he doesn't usually run the ball. But I feel like Chance wouldn't have run unless he needed to. Winnie was lying, she wasn't sure what Chance would have done. Smile and move on, no matter how much was going on. Falling behind in the inner workings of her friends scared Winnie, was she so tired that she was so out of loop?

How much time do you think we should give him?

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: worried

OUTFIT: outfit

LOCATION: Hartfield Turf

basics

MENTIONS:
NA
INT:
Elf_Ruler (Lemon)

tags

TL;DR sitting in the dairy queen parking lot

tl;dr

Reid Callaway

never admit when you're wrong

Reid was lost, Lemon was crying, he had nothing to say. He didn’t know what had happened, but he knew it took a lot to get her to breakdown in public. Reid wasn’t sure that he had every seen Lemon cry, now that he thought about it.

He had just climbed into the car after her. Watching her entire demeanor was shut down, her whole body was closed off. Turned away from him. She wouldn’t want to talk to him. She hated him; he was surprised she hadn’t put up a fight when he offered her a ride. But then she did.

He faced Lemon who only continued to stare out the window. “Who.” It wasn’t a question. it didn’t matter who.

Either way, Reid was going to kill him.

Lemon didn’t reply, it didn’t matter to Reid. He was sure that Lemon didn’t want to tell him any more than she already had. What had happened was her business.

Reid watched Lemon’s eyes move to her hand as she strained to move it. He hadn’t even noticed that she was hurt, he could finally see the fresh red marking on her hand from illumination of the streetlights.

He thought about reaching out, looking at her hand.

He thought about getting out of the car and finding whoever hurt her.

But he didn’t.

He wouldn’t leave her, he couldn’t leave her while she was feeling like this. Even if she didn’t want him there, he knew he was only a ride to her.

He turned to face the road, rocking the shift into first gear. Slowly he pulled out Hartfield’s parking lot, taking a left away from the school.

There was no destination in mind, he figured Lemon wanted to be alone. And going home for her only meant more questions, and he didn’t think that Lemon could handle that right now.

So, he drove, and he drove. Driving past all the small shops of Parish Point.

However, Reid quickly realized that if he kept driving, he was sure to get the two of them lost. This wasn’t Alabama, and even though it was small, Reid barely could find his way home most days without getting lost.

And he didn’t want to accidentally take the two of them to Boston, and no way was he letting Lemon drive if they got lost. His car was too precious to him.

Finally, Reid found an empty parking lot of a very quiet Dairy Queen. He pulled into the parking lot, parking in the furthest corner he could, away from any prying eyes. Though it seemed that most of the town had made the trip out to the stupid high school game.

Some poor sucker, leaned forward in the window scrolling through their phone.

He turned ignition to his car off, throwing his head back against the headrest of his car. Lemon was still sniffling and staring out the window. Reid spoke softly, as if she were a deer and if he spoke too loudly, she would spook and run off. “Hey.” He rolled his head to the side to face the blonde, it was all he could say. He didn’t have words for how he felt seeing her this upset. Every muscle of his strained against his instincts to wrap her up and promise that he would never allow anyone to hurt her like that again.

But she didn’t want that. She didn’t need that from him.

code by valen t.

 

[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: determined, ready, frustrated, proud

OUTFIT

LOCATION: Hatfield academy

basics

MENTIONS:
KingofAesir (Clark);
Winnie;


INT:
Dazzle (Hayden)

tags

TL;DR
Reasonable and Cocky. He just wants to win

tl;dr

Chance Matthews

a man’s worth is no greater than his ambitions

Chance loved to run. He never did much of it while quarterback, always throwing the football off to another one of his teammate. And Chance was okay with that, it was no problem to him because he trusted his team. But Chance noticed things at times, things that pushed for a last minute decision.

Chance felt frustrated at Hayden's comment. Chance wouldn't have run the ball if it wasn't needed. There was a guy to your right and Clark was occupied. Running the ball was the right call.

The last minute decision to reroute from the original play was what got them the point. For most of the game, the Pirates and the Pioneers were neck and neck. If Chance hadn't done what he did, they would've lost the ball and Hartfield would use their downs to get ahead. Why couldn't Hayden understand that?

Anger bubbles in him slightly and stains on his eyebrow, you could see the emotion painted on his face. He rips off his helmet as the defense team runs onto the field. Clark is among the eleven of the Pirates as Hayden stays behind, obviously wanting to continue his talk with Chance.

The quarterback is not having it though, half time was getting closer and they had to put a huge gap between the two team's scores or it wasn't going to be easy to win the next half. Chance avoids his team captain a little more by grabbing his teal water bottle to take a drank and peering out to the crowd.

He sees his sister and she has that look, that look where it seems as if she wants to explode. He saw it on her when he brought up Dustin and Ashley last week; he saw it when she punched that girl for Kat in middle school; he saw it when dance practice was getting too much for her. She was overwhelmed. Chance couldn't do anything about it now as he was obviously on the field and they weren't talking. He didn't mean to undermine her relationship with Dustin, but he didn't want her hurt or in his business. He couldn't do anything about it now though, and both twins know that as they meet eye contact.

The start of the down gains Chance's attention and pulls him closer to the side line so that he could access an analytic gaze. Hayden sidles up to him again and Chance wants to walk away, but he's the quarterback and in the middle of a game, he couldn't do that. The seconds on the scoreboard are running closer to 0 as the the second quarter gets closer to its end. Maybe a 30 minute break would cause for Hayden to see that Chance did a good job. The marching band and cheer squads should be a good enough distraction from whatever was boiling between the two football players. Chance was just hoping for this game to be over already; there was no need to be here if his talents weren't appreciated.

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[PenguinFox]

​

Living with Isa certainly had it's challenges, but Liz would take any excuse she could to not focus on her own problems. That wasn't to say that she didn't genuinely care about and hope the best for Isa; it was just conveniently timed. That 'Lucky' guy had warned Liz that Isa had night terrors and instructed her how to help when that happened. The first few nights were fine but afterwards it felt like a nightly routine. The youngest Bishop would make some tea and sit with Isa until dismissed. The instances hardly ever woke Liz up; she was barely sleeping these days. She had taken it upon herself to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders and refused to allow anyone to help.

Liz saw a lot of both herself and Riley in Isa so it almost felt natural to have her around the house. It was almost like she was just another sister. Their living situation was bringing them closer together and Liz could see herself calling Isa one of her closest friends eventually. So long as she didn't break the 'no drugs' rule. That was non negotiable. Hell if Isa really, really, fought against it Liz would probably even let her go without breakfast.

That was something that likely came as a shock to the new roommate in the Bishop household. The first morning Liz woke up Isa and practically dragged her out of bed to come eat breakfast. Riley could only offer her an apologetic grin once she joined the table. "She's super uptight about meals, especially breakfast. The upside is Lizabelle is a good cook, so you'll be fed well."

In the time between the Apple Festival and the homecoming game Scott Bishop had been making regular visits to the family establishment. Every time Liz had to walk away to another room or even leave the restaurant entirely. She could barely stomach to be in the same room as him and was trying to not punch him like Josie advised. If it weren't for the people depending on her she'd let the bastard have it. These stressful visits combined with visiting her mother and the sleepless nights with Isa had left Liz worn to the bone. No amount of makeup, not that she really bothered anyway, could conceal the dark circles under her tired eyes. Her movements were becoming sluggish and dragging. Energy drinks were struggling to effect her. She had planned on sleeping through the homecoming game to try and catch her tired mind up on some much needed rest, but multiple people requested her entirely unnecessary presence, so here she was dragging herself to stupid Hartfield to watch a game she honestly didn't really care about.

Liz stood off to the side of the bleachers, leaning into them to keep herself up. A beanie covered the mess that her hair assuredly was and her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her oversized hoodie. While she could have gone and socialized with someone she really didn't want to be in close proximity to people right now. She didn't look well and knew people would ask her about it. The Bishop girl was not about to admit that she was struggling to balance everything in her life. Plus she felt like if she sat down somewhere she'd definitely fall asleep.

Brown eyes scanned over the sea of faces, content with being just another blur in the crowd. For a brief moment Liz caught Hayden's gaze, at least she thought she did, it was hard to tell at that distance. She flashed a smile even so. Hopefully he had seen her, she didn't want the people she had promised to think that she had flaked on them. It didn't really matter if she couldn't really follow along with what was happening as long as she was there to support. As Liz searched for Winnie, the other person she had told she'd be there for, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Seeing Meg's name sent her heart racing. Last time this happened she was given the news about her mother.

~

"He can't do that! Can he?....This is bullshit!...."

~

Liz's jaw clenched as she hung up the phone. Her hands shook with rage but her lips trembled with fear and helplessness. She started to feel claustrophobic and struggled to gain control over her emotions; the stinging in the back of her eyes warning her of the tears that were going to come. She needed to get out of here. With her eyes fixed on the ground so as to not let anyone see her face she turned away from the game and headed out, pushing past people as she did. As she made it to her car she could feel the first tear streak down her cheek.

Several moments were taken just sitting in her car processing the phone call and trying to not break down by staring into space. Eventually, as if her body could no longer physically support the weight of the world, she crumpled forward and rested her head on the steering wheel. She had been unconsciously biting her cheeks and tongue to the point that her mouth was full of blood. Her fist hit the dashboard once, twice, then flung backwards to strike the headrest of her seat. She let out a primal yell and turned the key. Liz didn't really have a destination but she needed to clear her head and go somewhere so she started driving.

As if falling back into an old habit Liz found herself parked in an abandoned parking lot that she used to frequent when she was more prone to getting in trouble. She dug around in her trunk and found an old can of spray paint. After a short walk she found the bridge where she learned how to graffiti. She still wasn't really good at it but she found some enjoyment doing it. At this point she would take anything that would allow her to think about anything else. This part of town wasn't as well maintained as the rest and under this bridge was the likely the clearest bit of evidence to that. There was usually something happening under there that most people would look away from, today was eerily quiet however. A cold wind rushed under the bridge which probably explained the lack of use. Liz tried to huddle into herself to keep warm but it wasn't much help against the piercing wind. Her tired brown eyes moved slowly around as she shook the can of spray paint. Memories flooded back to her with each rattle. Everything was starting to feel meaningless in her life so why not become a delinquent again?
Mentions: r e i Dazzle

 

[KingofAesir]

MOOD: Nervous

OUTFIT: Uniform

LOCATION: Hartfield Football Stadium

basics

MENTIONS: Josie Soap

INT: Hayden Dazzle , Chance ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR Get you head in the game. Josie pls come

tl;dr

Clark

Be a best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you.

Clark had always liked football. It was one of the few things he did that he'd actually gotten to choose. When he was little his dad had never really been interested in putting Clark in any little league sports but Clark could remember watching college ball or the occasional NFL gane on the tv and wanting so badly to play. After profusely begging his dad, the man had eventually relented and let Clark sign up for one of the Pop Warner teams that were in their town. From that point on, he played. From junior high all the way up to highschool, he never stopped. So now here he was standing on Harfields field, doing warm-up stretches. He stood up from the quad stretch he was doing and started to scan the bleachers. His parents were sitting somewhere near the bottom with his little sister squirming restlessly in his mother's lap. Grannie climbed up the steps a few seconds later, a packet of sour straws for his sister in hand. Clark smiled and offered them a wave, which Claire returned with a fist full of candied straws waving through the air.

With the assurance that his family was there, Clark began scanning again even as he moved between yard markers doing lunges and high knees and a number of other things. Astraea had assured him that Josie was going to make an appearance so that's who he was looking for. Josie had been avoiding him for reasons that were unknown to Clark. She'd disappeared from the Apple Festival soon after that weird moment with Claire where Clark had literally had to move the woman bodily away from him. After that whole fiasco, he'd gone immediately to find Josie to tell her the ridiculous thing that had just happened to him in her absence but she was nowhere to be found. Josie was ignoring his calls, text messages, Twitter dms, he'd even tried going to her house and been turned away by her father. Auntie's had been the only place he'd seen her but Beatrice had blocked the boy from going back to see her with her angry old lady scowl. If Josie came to the game, that would give him a real opportunity to actually be able to figure out what he'd done to draw her ire. But his blonde headed best friend was not in the bleachers and a frown quickly marred his expression.

With gaze turned away from the bleachers, he was now looking squarely at the opposing Pioneers on the other side of the field. Clark's frown quickly dropped away with a shake of his head. This was a rival game that was almost as important as a playoff game to their fans and his other teammates. He needed to focus, they had a game to win. With his stretches done, Clark jogged over to the side of the field where his pads and jersey were laying. With the final piece of his gear slipped over his head, he joined the rest of his team with all thoughts of Josie gone from his mind.

The two teams were neck and neck nearing the half. The tension between Chance and Hayden was palpable as Clark got into position on Chance's right side. This was a shotgun play, easy to run, but also easy for defense to figure out if they were paying attention. Chance was supposed to just toss the ball off to Hayden and the other boy was on a route that would lead him through the center of the defense through a hole the O-Line was supposed to create for him. Unfortunately, the play fell apart as soon as it started. The second the ball was put into Chance's hands and the down began, a defender broke through the offensive line and was barreling straight toward Chance. Clark rerouted from his outside route he was supposed to be running to pick up the slack. He slammed into the loose defender, knocking him back a few feet and keeping him off of Chance in the pocket. Clark was only one man though and the offensive line was quickly falling away. The hole that was supposed to be made for Hayden would not be there and Chance opted not to hand it off to him as Hayden ran by. Instead he took off from the pocket, breaching the line of scrimmage, the 1st down marker and soon the goal line. Clark pumped his fist in the air in excitement.

"Way to go, Chance!" Clark clapped him on the back as they jogged off the field to allow the special teams to kick the extra point and then kick it off to the other team for Hartfields offensive run. Clark could still literally see the tension and aggression rolling off of both Hayden and Chance as they stood next to each other on the side lines. Clark stayed rooted on his spot on the bench behind the two of them, trying desperately to figure out a way to get them to calm down.

"Hey, Hayden." Clark stood from the bench, and walked up to the two of them, putting himself squarely in between them, "Do you wanna try to run a Hook and Ladder? I think the defense is reading our plays pretty well so we might be able to fake them out if we did that? Chance is fast enough to catch up with one of the wide receivers for the first toss back and then he can toss it back to me or maybe Doyle and then you can be the last hook maybe? They wouldn't have a clue what was going on. I've always wanted to try to do a Hook and Ladder."

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[KingofAesir]

MOOD: Amused



OUTFIT: here



LOCATION: Hawking House

basics

MENTIONS: Ryan





INT: Stu Dede

tags

TL;DR: Is this considered kidnapping?

tl;dr

Zeke Killian

Give me what I want, I'll ask politely. Give me what I want.

Stu seemed to think that he was a Parish Bay student. Zeke considered lying for a moment like perhaps thinking that he was a fellow dirt dweller would make Stu more comfortable. He really did not feel like having a panicking kid on his hands the whole drive to Hawking House. Zeke's jaw twitched and his smile faltered momentarily into a scowl. If Ryan made him sit there and watch the kid piss himself while Ryan just messed around with him, he'd throw up. Ryan had a habit of playing with his food. He took too damn long trying to talk himself up, make himself somehow more intimidating with words. Zeke had no time for messing around. He'd much rather have the kid beat around a little and get the hell out of there in time to catch the second half of the game. But, knowing Ryan, they'd probably be there fucking around for half an hour before anything actually happened. The scowl that had been on his face was only there for a split second before it was replaced by a faux amused grin.

"No, I'm a Hartfield kid. Name's Zeke. I know you, you're friends with Oliver right? That kid that stabbed Ryan?" Zeke found himself unable to lie about his school affiliation because even the thought of public school made him gag, "That was pretty sick. Ryan needed to be taken down a peg, he's kind of an ass." This statement was only partly true and said with a sparkling grin. Ryan did need to be taken down a peg, but not because he was an ass because Zeke really needed everyone to question his machoness. If it were up to Zeke, he would've given Oliver a high five and thanked him for fucking Ryan up. But it wasn't up to Zeke and Ryan was on a revenge mission. So, he'd gladly kidnap a Freshman to get him to step down. This was fun anyway.

Zeke's smile was genuine as they turned down the road that would take them to Hawking House. This kid was either supremely stupid, or was trying to reassure himself. He was acting like they were still going in the direction of Hartfield even though they'd turned off paved roads a while ago. The stupid ones were easy, simple. But maybe he did want to mess with the blonde kid a little before they got there. Just for kicks, you know?

"Oh, yeah, it is pretty far but we're not going to Hartfield right now. I've gotta make a quick stop before heading that way." Zeke turned and passed through the rusted iron entrance of Hawking House's land. The trees lining the dirt road flew by and soon they were in front of the crumbling remains. There were a few other cars outside too, one belonging to Ryan himself. They were already here, good. Zeke watched Stu carefully for a moment, still smiling a smile that turned more wicked by the second.

"Hope you don't mind. Come on, I don't wanna leave you outside here by yourself." Zeke climbed out of the car and waited patiently for Stu to follow. He let Stu go in front of him as he held open the still functioning front door. It was dark inside, most things clouded in dust and hardly visible. Zeke closed the door behind him, sealing away the outside and any light that came with it. The only thing that shone in the room now was Zeke's still smiling teeth, which seemed to contort into the darkness into something almost inhuman. Then there were the other boys coming out of the shadows with flashlights in hand. In the middle of them stood Ryan, a wall of anger rolling toward Stu. Zeke chuckled.

"Oh, shit, forgot Ryan was here. Whoops." He spoke, all semblance of friendliness gone from his tone and replaced by twisted bemusement.

"You don't pick very good friends, blondie. Maybe you'll learn today." Ryan wasn't smiling, he didn't have that same foul amusement with this whole thing as Zeke. He just looked very, very angry. Where he was a angry wolf, Zeke was a quick witted snake and he'd snuck up on Stu and ran him right into the wolf's lair.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: ...

OUTFIT: It's cold

LOCATION: The Dreyfuss Residence

basics

MENTIONS:

INT:

tags

TL;DR If anyone needed the reminder, Oliver's living situation isn't great.

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

How lonely it is, to be drowning in a place where everyone can swim

(Fair warning for liberal use of abusive rhetoric. Skip this post if you're not comfortable reading about physical abuse and abusive dynamics from that perspective. Thanks.)




Eileen Dreyfuss was all of 5 foot 7, a slim woman who didn't at all look like she was capable of the things she did.
She wore 3-inch heels and simple business-casual blazers and skirts. She kept a weary but polite smile at all times, speaking in a soft and steady tone. Like her apartment, her look and her outward demeanor were trimmed and precise to mask the gloom of poverty.

She was seldom seen around Parish Point, but those who knew her thought of her as nothing out if the ordinary. She worked as an office receptionist in the next town over, but spent much of her time at home with her four children.
Her two oldest daughters were recently out of high school, attending the local community college. The youngest would be finishing middle school in the summertime. Quiet girls, all three of them; wide-eyed and wary and small. Never strayed a toe out of line.
Eileen also had a son.
That was another matter entirely.

Her son spoke even less than his sisters, but when he did it was in stuttered and rambling sentences and recitations. He had odd twitchy mannerisms, unable to hold still, pulling at his hair or biting his hands. He was obsessed with turtles. More often than not that was all he would talk about. Eileen often said it was difficult to keep him safe and indoors, that he didn't know better enough to not run off and hurt himself. She would sometimes quietly let her neighbors know to keep tabs on his whereabouts. Oliver had autism, though Eileen rarely used the word in public. It went without saying that her son needed additional support that a struggling single mother could hardly manage on her own.

She was exhausted. So, so, exhausted. Ever since her husband left because of the difficulties their son came with, Eileen was left to hold her family together on her own. She was managing, one day at a time. It took patience, some self-medicating, but she had to do so much on her own and she was still doing so well staying strong.

There were bad nights, though, when her 15-year-old son was acting up and all she could do was lock him in his room or pin him down on the floor to keep him from hurting himself, or hurting others in the family. For his own good. He could be unpredictable. She wasn't hurting him. He gave himself those bruises.

She just couldn’t leave a kid like him unattended. Eventually he'd quiet down, even if it took some force, and she'd let him out to go to school the next morning.

And Eileen losing her temper was perfectly justified. Spending every day of her life working 10 hours a day, running on 2 hours of sleep and bath salts, dealing with 4 children and one with a difficult condition, she couldn't be expected to be perfect every moment.
She was only human.

Oliver could get up when he was done being difficult. You just can't reason with kids like that.

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[Dede]

LOCATION: hockey house

basics

MENTIONS:


INT: -
KingofAesir




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TL;DR

tl;dr

Stu French

Little hi little low little hey little ho

warning: certain crime against kitkat boy

The mention of Ollie made Stu glance at his phone. Still no vital signs of his missing best friend. Quietly frustrated, he spammed even more fist bump emojis into Turtle Boy’s inbox and then blurted an answer to Zeke’s question.

“Oh, yeah. Ollie. I’m friends with Ollie, mm-hm!”

Stu would very much like to forget about that party on the beach. Bad enough that he had to deal with Genieveve’s perverse imagination and FAKE NEWS about him peeing on some petunias... Now why would she come up with a disgusting lie like that? Obviously she was the one peeing on the beach and trying to deflect blame on him. Now try unseeing that!! Ewww...

So, the less said about the party the better. Stu might have been one dumb kid, but he still knew that it was wrong and Ollie could end up in prison for stabbing Ryan. Even if Ryan deserved it. Stu was never a big fan of violence; most of the time he was on the receiving end of it. His answer to violence was always to throw KitKats at it, since his personal philosophy was that no evil in the world couldn’t be defeated by chocolate. He never liked seeing anyone get hurt, and he didn’t like hurting anybody. ...Well, except maybe Genieveve.

He rethought his silence, the urge to fix the rumour and defend his best friend’s honour impossible to ignore.

“But Ryan attacked him first. So… so it was self defence! And an accident! Ryan’s always mean to him, and to me too.”

The worst thing about prison? No Minecraft. So if Ollie went to prison Stu would be left with 100 sea turtles to care for all by himself!!!

They had long come off the paved road. Stu was somehow still untroubled, his smile hiding no anxiety or doubt. All this time he thought Zeke was just taking a shortcut through the woods. The sooner they got to Hartfield the better. Kat and the other cheers were waiting for him and probably already wondering where he was. He’d have to make up some good excuses or risk the wrath of Kat, something Max was used to experiencing over on Twitter.

The woods grew denser by the minute. When they pulled up in front of Hockey House, the blonde boy’s face was first a picture of muted incomprehension, then a belated excitement.

“Hey, I’ve been here before!” he said, gawking up the dilapidated front of the half-collapsed house. “It’s Hockey House!”

Zeke was already out of the car. Stu flew after the older boy with expressive skips over puddles of mud, excited to tell him all about the things that happened when he last came here with the Scooby Gang.

“The ceiling came down when we were inside. Like Wheewew and then CRASHHHH. Just like that. I nearly died too. Nearly got tetanus! Then we all got separated and it was so dark inside and Max and I we went in the basement—”

Before them was the darkness. And in that darkness stood Ryan. There in his towering and terrifying form. The smile fell off Stu’s face right away and he looked pale as if Max had been wrong and the ghosts of Hockey House really did exist.

The boy known as Neck Tie looked dumber and stupider than he had ever looked. His eyes were two uncomprehending stones that he was desperately twisting and screwing into his skull with his knuckles, trying to break the mirage that was Ryan.

Ryan could not be rubbed or blinked away. He was real and there in the flesh grinning with vengeance. Him and all his crooked friends formed the circle of terror and the youngest boy was in the middle of it.

Now Stu acted on the instinct of a cornered baby fawn. He naively backed into Zeke for protection — only to meet the firm grip on the nape of his neck of another boy that pushed him forward. The tight squeeze of bone made him cry “OWWww!”

“What’s the matter?” came the voice. “Look like you've seen a ghost, kid. Not happy to see me?”

Ryan beckoned them into the adjacent room. Their lights swayed and darkness pressed. They shoved the small boy along in a procession and the rotten wood of that ancient house screeched under their shifting weights.

"See, you're all buddy buddy with the bitch that stabbed me, you know? So to really get back at him, I'm gonna hafta hurt someone close to him. And you know who that just so happens to be?"

Another door was slammed and Stu crumpled to the floor with the slightest shove. The thud of his fall made a cloud of dust that he choked in. He crawled desperately over the blind floor and gave himself tetanus many times over.

The glare from the flashlights screamed in his eyes and he squinted and blinked tears.

“You're confused, so lemme explain to your stupid crying ass face how this is gonna go down.” Ryan knelt down and ruffled that blonde head into a tangled mess. Stu tried to shield himself from contact but Ryan made a firm grip of his arm and resistance was futile. “See, your little bitch boyfriend thought he could mess with me. Now I'm gonna have to prove to everyone just how wrong he was.”

Now standing up to crack his knuckles and roll his neck theatrically.

“It's nothing personal, kid. Your buddy buddy hurt me so now I'm just gonna have to hurt you. Simple as that.” Then turning to his band of snickering friends. “...Ya’ll want a show I’ll give y’all a show.”

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[KingofAesir]

MOOD: Excited



OUTFIT: here



LOCATION: Hawking House

basics

MENTIONS: Ryan





INT: Stu Dede

tags

TL;DR: Is this considered kidnapping?

tl;dr

Zeke Killian

Give me what I want, I'll ask politely. Give me what I want.

Trigger warning: Physical violence and mentions of blood

Of course Ryan had to do his whole spiel before actually doing anything to Stu. Zeke couldn't help but picture him kind of like a cartoon villain, stalking back and forth in front of the hero telling him his entire evil plan of action. Ridiculous. It was all like an over dramatic circus act he was putting on for the boys surrounding them. Ryan was just a monkey swinging around and jumping through hoops of fire unknowingly about to catch himself aflame. So Zeke stayed off to the side, lounging kind of languidly on the remains of an old couch. The rest of the boys circled around Stu in unison as if they were a pack of hungry hyenas just about to go in for the kill. They were, in fact, just like animals. Their movements and cheers of goading as Ryan moved in on Stu had no grace. This glorified cat fight lacked a certain kind of torture that only a human being could bring to it.

Ryan's fists were hard and slow. He swung like he was swinging through molasses. They connected with places that would only serve to give Stu a bloody nose and maybe a few bruises on his abdomen area. The others had become monkey's too, excited and jumping about yelling like they'd just snorted something. Ryan only hit him in the face once. It had been a sickeningly weak blow straight to the kid's cheek, the only sound being the quiet smack of knuckles against flesh. Ryan's expression was hard and angry, he was snarling now like a rabid animal, but his punches lacked sustenance. It was like he wanted so badly to beat the kid to a pulp but now that he had the opportunity...he couldn't do it. This was beginning to get on Zeke's nerves because he knew that if Ryan didn't get what he wanted now, they would never see the end of this ridiculous revenge mission. Someone had to do something.

"You talked too much, Ryan." Zeke stood up from the couch, swinging his head around until his neck made a satisfying pop noise, "You spent all this time telling him what you were going to do that you lost all the umph." He moved through the others and out into the open circle that Ryan and Stu were in the middle of. Ryan was glaring at him but Zeke just waved him off.

"My turn." Zeke turned on Stu, that all too pleasant grin returning to his face. Except now, it was much too wide and so off putting that it might send anyone running. His tongue ran over the top row as he crouched down to Stu's level, his hand grasping the blonde boy's face and turning it every which way as if he was examining him.

"You'll have to forgive me, Stu. I've never been very good at resisting….urges." Zeke patted him on the cheek and stood up again and wasted no time letting his foot come back and connect squarely with Stu's stomach. The coughing noise that came from Stu drew a laugh from somewhere deep in Zeke's throat. Speaking of throats. Zeke picked the kid up by the throat until he was on feet again.

"Stand up. Stand up like a man." A pat on the back was followed by a quick fist to the back of the head and hands catching Stu before he fell, "Whoops, almost fell over there." And then he let him fall. There were three kicks, one to the stomach, another to the chest that made a hollow thumping noise that Zeke liked so he did it again.

"Get up, come on." Zeke pulled Stu up again, still smiling. He continued on smiling as he fists flew one after the other after the other into the other boy's face and now his hands were bloody. A last fist was accompanied by a sickening crunch sound that sent shivers through Zeke. The kid's nose was broken. Those bloody hands clasped around Stu's throat once again and he backed him up through a hole made by now silent monkeys. Zeke tossed the kid on the couch he'd been on a few minutes before like a broken doll.

"Take a nap. Maybe you'll feel better, goodnight, sweet dreams." Zeke went so far as to plant a kiss on Stu's forehead before walking away from him. He cleared his throat and straightened out his clothes. The back of his hand wiped away blood from his mouth and he wiped the rest of the blood on his hands on some boy's shirt.

"I think we're done here." And then he was gone, slinking out with his wolfish grin into the night. The rest soon followed, still stunned silent as they shuffled after Zeke. Ryan was the last left in the room and he looked over at Stu once before shaking his head.

"You tell Oliver that we'll do the same to him if I ever see his pussy face again." But his words were void of the anger he'd held once and he walked out of the house looking an awful lot like a kicked puppy.

 

[MissPlastique]

Parvati

Like clockwork, I was up and dressed immaculately. Making sure everything was perfect. I had to wait for Luca to be ready as mother ran through what the itinerary was for the day (mostly for Lucas benefit). Once it was confirmed again she wished us both a good day and father told us both to put our best foot forward.

Getting into my Silver Porsche 911, I waited for Luca to get in his own car and off we went. Leading the way into the student parking, I parked flawlessly of course, before getting out. My heels crunching slightly on the gravel as I lock my car and carry some books in a book bag on my back as I make my way into the main registrar’s office.

I stand there waiting with a smile, though it was slightly strained as the woman behind the desk seemed to be taking her time getting my papers sorted out. Luca was fiddling on his phone of course, I loved my brother but these kinds of things were best left to me.

The woman then mentioned that we would have an escort so we would know where the facilities were. Finally, maybe this new girl would have herself more together than this office jockey. While waiting I decided to check my own phone, Father had gifted me with some stocks for my 17th birthday so I might as well check on those I suppose.



Luca

I wake up with a sigh, New school time. Shaking my head I get out of bed and hit the shower. I could hear Parvati down stairs. She was already good to go. Once I was showered and dressed, I come down and grab an apple and croissant as Mum goes through what to do at the school including the trip she signed us up for….great. Dad tells us to put our best foot forward. As Parvati heads to her car I give Mum and Dad a hug and she tells me to try and enjoy the day.

Getting into my Mitsubishi Eclipse, I pull out of the drive and follow Parvati to the school parking lot. Pulling in next to her, I was acutely aware of the students staring at the new kids. While I tried to ignore it, Parvati seemed to revel in it. Heading into the office, I hung back as she more or less ordered the woman behind the desk to handle our paper work.

She went through our timetables and explained the study periods. I looked and saw my music and art electives had been slotted in. Dad had certainly swung it to happen. Letting out a breath I had not known I was holding, the woman explained that we were to wait for our student guide to come in and show us around including an escort to our classes. I was checking some up and coming artists instagram while Parvati was clearly checking her stocks, I could tell she was doing well based on the gleam of victory in her eyes.

 

[DrabberRogue]

Jace Rose

Jace's first semester at Hartfield had been remarkably unremarkable. Surprisingly to both himself and his parents he had actually been quite focused on his schoolwork. Turns out breathing elite air can be good motivation for a boy to live up to that standard. He'd brought his A-game to the new school, diving into his classes with an interest in seeing top marks on his report card. A sight he rarely witnessed beyond his PE grade. While this lead to his first ever 4.0 grade, (something he's very proud of), it also meant nothing really interesting happened outside his classes. Sure he loved history class and, in his free time, made good progress in several games; but he could tell he was missing out on something. He'd caught glimpses of it on Twitter. Every now and then he'd check his phone to see something happening. He'd watch for a little while, offer his own little interjections, then put the phone down when he lost interest. It was like standing in the center of a hurricane. No drama, no trouble, no girlfriend; all remaining at arm's length from the boy without the interest to meaningfully pursue them.

The alarm went off nice and early, piercing the dark of Jace's dorm room. The response was almost immediate. A groggy teenage boy rolled out of bed, propelling himself by the momentum of his long legs, and swiftly grabbed his phone from the bedside table. Practiced thumbs disabled the irritating sound while icy blue eyes squinted against the electric-blue light of the screen.

6:00AM

It was Jace's first week back in Parish Point after he'd flown off back home for the holidays. In all honesty, he hadn't missed it. He'd enjoyed himself last semester, dazzled by the high class atmosphere of a posh boarding school, but he was less enthusiastic about coming back to it. A new game had caught his attention over Christmas and he wasn't keen on shifting gears back to focusing on schoolwork. Still, there wasn't much he could do about it, and he was equally reluctant to relinquish the intelligent impression he'd made last semester.

So the boy forced himself to get ready for the new semester's first day, picking out the corresponding supplies for his classes even while he daydreamed of tactics to try in that game. About thirty minutes later he was putting the finishing touches on his outfit for the day, buttoning up a collared shirt before throwing on a blazer of complementing color. Since it was his first day back, he'd decided to lean a little more on the formal-ish side. Jeans and tennis shoes notwithstanding. He lingered in front of the mirror for a minute or two, tousling his still slightly damp hair until he thought it looked good, before finally departing from his room. Book bag slung over his shoulder, of course.

Jace's first destination was the cafeteria. It was still a bit before classes were due to start, and the boy wanted himself some coffee. In typical high class, Hartfield fashion, an impressive array of foods was laid out to choose from. The lovely smells of early morning bacon were enough to lure his wandering mind back down to Earth as his piercing blue gaze wandered over the business class style buffet. If there was one thing he had missed about Hartfield, it was this. Although he'd come for the coffee, Jace took a bit of detour, eagerly raiding the breakfast line on his way. Only once his plate was filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns did he move on to the coffee machine. It was a beautiful marvel of human engineering. A French design, as expensive as it was refined. Only his parents' espresso machine back home could surpass it, and even then it was a close competition. It poured the dark, scalding liquid into his cup with all the grace of a gourmet chef, mixing it with just the right amount of milk soon after. The result was a lovely caramel elixir that revitalized the boy by sheer proximity.

With breakfast and holy caffeine medium in hand Jace finally wandered off to find himself a table. He picked an empty one by the window, sitting down such that he had an equally good view both within the cafeteria and out onto the campus. His book bag was set next to him on the floor and his laptop promptly extracted from it. After reintroducing the computer's power cable to a well placed outlet nearby, Jace set the device up so he'd have something to do while he ate. In this case that just meant watching a video, or rather part of a stream, of another game he'd taken an interest in.

All in all, although he really didn't want to go back to class, Jace was liking his first morning back in Hartfield.

 

[Luna_Marie]

Charlie Ara
A groan escaped her lips as Charlie stretched her limbs out over her bed, squeezing her eyes shut tightly to block out the stream of sunlight that had awoken her before the alarm. She mumbled to herself about shitty curtains and slowly crawled out of bed in a huffed tantrum. There was no point in going back to sleep, she was already wide awake and school started soon. Her eyes landed on a half-eaten pop tart bag nearby and she scooped it up, picking out the stale broken pieces of the sweet treat and settling them into her mouth. Charlie never had much of an appetite in the mornings, something about eating first thing in the day made her feel queasy, but she knew that she had to eat SOMETHING because starving herself till dinner wasn’t an option either, if she even ended up eating dinner that is. After her poor exude for nutrients she wound up staring at herself in the bathroom sink, pausing to contemplate how her outfit didn’t quite look how she had planned. Her nose crinkled at this and she looked to her phone only to find it was already time to leave. Frustrated sighs followed as she gathered her bag and began heading out. A pause. ‘I have been thinking about changing my look…’ she glanced at the bathroom door, rushing back in and grabbing a box of hair dye from under the sink. Charlie picked it at random before leaving, not that it mattered anyway, there were dozens of boxes under the sink and she usually chose to Roulette and see what the girl ended up with. Satisfied, she hopped on the city bus for the 15 minute ride near the school. A school bus itself would’ve been quicker, but Charlie felt that she was just a little too… old? Wise? Mature? Either way it didn’t matter because she hated school mandated things and refused to partake unless absolutely necessary. Once she jumped off at Parish High she saw that there was still some time to kill before first period and made the ultimate decision to go to the farthest bathroom and start doing her hair. Might as well do what you want while you’re young. She was actually surprised how long it took an administrator to discover her and snatch away the hair dye, grabbing her by the arm and taking her to the front of the building where all the offices were located. “Oh come on, it’s not that big of a deal. You don’t confiscate the art students paint, I’m just like them, expressing myself.” The woman gave her a dirty look and explained how Principal Bowers had been lenient on hair coloring amongst students up until now, but would not stand for Charlie treating the school like a salon. Charlie was dropped off in a chair outside the office and told to wait until Bowers had time to figure out what to do with her. “Can I at least go rinse my hair while I’m waiting? This shouldn’t sit so long.” The woman huffed and took Charlie next door to the nurses private bathroom to wash her hair in the sink, giving her a small hand towel to dry it off with before returning her back to her previous location. So there she sat, freshly colored hair dripping onto her shirt as she occasionally scrunched it with the towel absent minded. “This Place sucks”
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[Soap]

MOOD: Worried, upset,

OUTFIT: something casual

LOCATION: Cafeteria

basics

MENTIONS: Clark, KingofAesir


INT: N/A

tags

TL;DR A few months passed and everything got a lot more complicated.

tl;dr

Josephine

I have wounds, only you can mend.

She couldn't get the scene out of her head.

It was torture.

Self-torture, that was.

The image of Clark and Claire being all cozy was practically etched into her brain and it wasn't going anywhere.

It didn't matter if they were just friends, it didn't matter that she didn't even tell him how she felt at the time, it just.... it hurt.

And all these months later, that feeling just didn't go away. No matter how many times she'd pushed herself to work overtime, all the schoolwork she'd thrown herself in, youth group issues, it just continued to eat at her.

Spending time with Isa had helped a lot, she'd been incredibly supportive over these last few months, and honestly... Josie wouldn't know what she'd do without her.

Josephine plastered a smile onto her face, glancing up from her lunch. Clark was going on and on about something that Josie just wasn't listening to.

They were back to normal.

It was only now that Josie realized that normal, wasn't something she wanted.

"We won!" Clark said, the cheers behind him from his teammates, the cheerleaders and most of the crowd was a dead indicator and indeed, Parish Bay did win against Hartfield Academy. Go pirates! Clark was happy, laughing, smiling.

And Josephine was the complete opposite.

"Congrats." She said, her voice dull and lost of all feeling. "Anyway, I, uh. I gotta get going but... good job on the win." Josie gave a weak thumbs up followed by a smile that... wasn't really a smile in the first place, trailing off the field and heading towards the parking lot.

He reached out for her wrist and she stopped in her tracks.

"Josie, it's been weeks, why are you--"

"I saw you."

It was clear Clark didn't know what she was talking about, confusion written all over his face with furrowed brows and worried glances.

"You and Claire."

Josie tuned back into the conversation, shaking her head free from the memories that continued to replay in her head.

"Sorry, what were we talking about?"

It was difficult.

Trying to get back to normal.

Or well, maybe it was just difficult for Josie. She hated because it felt expected of her. All those things that happened, the talks that they've had, the slight arguments in the past few months. It was all supposed to be forgotten. She couldn't pretend like nothing happened. As much as she wanted to... she just couldn't.

But here she was, doing it anyway.

For him.

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[Dede]

LOCATION: school

basics

MENTIONS:


INT: evermoon




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tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Stu French

Why do whales beach themselves?

For Stu, the winter break had been an uneventful run of days. When he wasn’t completely snowed in, he was shovelling snow along the church walks and hurling snowballs at gravestones. He was like a rare Pokemon that showed itself only in one area, confined by the hedges and the iron bars that kept out the flower-thieves. He was hard enough of a Pokemon to catch, tending to slip inside behind the great oak door at the sight of any passersby, fearing the faces of those boys who gave him grief at Hockey House.

The days were long and numberless and cold. Colder than those English winters that, on their worst days, threatened frost and a sprinkling of white. Stu wasn’t sure if he liked America any more. Often, he thought of home and his baby brothers and his mother. He dreamt about the little attic that had been his bedroom, and remembered the tiny window from which he watched and named the neighbour’s sheep. Yes, he’d named all of them, alphabetically too--and because they all looked the same he had to rename them every day. Something he took great pleasure in doing.

On the morning of school Stu had to be driven to the gate, on the excuse that it was still too cold for the operations of his boyish legs. Actually, Martin had other reasons for not letting his son walk to school by himself. Whatever happened all those months ago they vowed never to talk about it. It was the proverbial elephant in the room (if their room had been big enough to fit an elephant).

“I’ll pick you up here after school,” Martin said. “I’ll be in the car park, okay?”

Stu rubbed his ear and worked loose his seat belt.

“Stu... are you going to be alright?”

Martin got no answer from his son save for the soft thud of the door. It closed inwards on a deep sigh.

Over the months Stu had developed an insufferable habit of silence. He was capable only of the odd yes’s and no’s, and even those had been half-hearted whispers. He'd spent the whole breaking training for the moment, but was it possible? Going through the whole school day without talking to a single person? The corridor was bustling with life and filled with a thousand speculative encounters. He avoided them all like the plague. Some kids accosted him for free KitKats in their usual manner, and they could hardly believe he had none to give. He shoved those mouths waiting to be fed lightly away, too.

Others giggled at his outfit. His father, ever a pathfinder for fashion, told him to heap up the layers in case it got colder in the day. So there was a penguin aspect to him. Awkward and dawdling, paunchy like he’d spent his exile nibbling on endless bars of chocolate and all those calories had to go, well, somewhere.

Stu stopped now, took a heavy breath. His plan to spend the whole day in solitude came collapsing at the sight of the random kid leaning against his locker. He'd needed his textbooks for his first class of the day too. Well, this was a pickle and a half.

For now Stu held his tongue, standing and swaying and clinking the coins in his pockets to an audible pitch. But will the brown-haired boy take heed of his desperate signals?

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[KingofAesir]

MOOD: Curious

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: Hell

basics

MENTIONS: Lulu PenguinFox


INT: Charlie Luna_Marie

tags

TL;DR jalepeno gum is literally nasty someone did that to me once and I puked

tl;dr

Sawyer

And after all I can't know anything at all because I'm just a space cadet with no one to make my bed.

Winter was Sawyer’s favorite season. Not just because she was born in December but purely for the fact that the cold meant that less and less people would find themselves dawdling around the beach and less people meant that Sawyer could drive her car around in the sand and not kill anyone or get arrested. Of course, flinging sand around in every direction meant that sand got everywhere, including people’s beachfront backyards. They’d taken to calling whoever was dumping loads of sand in their yards, the Sander and Sawyer couldn’t be more happy with that outcome. A bunch of old people forming a neighborhood watch and walking around saying things like ‘the Sander struck Bill's backyard again last night’ was the highlight of Sawyer’s winter break. The cops didn’t feel like it was worth stake outs so the neighborhood watch did themselves but people in and above their 60s had a hard time staying up until 1 in the morning. Sawyer had driven past so many cars with headlights pointed out at the beach and sleeping occupants inside that it was getting ridiculous. So she continued her late night beach driving and avoided ever getting caught by elderly watchmen. But the break came and went and her uncle left and now school was starting up again.

Most of the time that she wasn’t fucking around on the beach or causing any other form of trouble she could, Sawyer had been spending her time with Lulu. Most of that time was at Auntie’s because Sawyer couldn’t stay away from milkshakes, even in the winter. Beatrice kept telling her it was a miracle that she wasn’t 300 pounds by now with all the things she consumed from Auntie’s.

“You’re going to run me out of business by eating my whole stock, Sawyer.” She’d said with a cluck of her tongue as she sat food down in front of her and shuffled away. Sawyer had looked over at Lulu practically a cherry and tried to brush it off with a chuckle. Sometimes it felt like everyone was on a mission to embarrass her in front of Lulu, her uncle the most. He’d just randomly shown up at Auntie’s on a few occasions and refused to sit anywhere but right next to Sawyer with some stupid line like, ‘Fancy seeing you here!’, even though he definitely knew they were there. He would then proceed to ramble about the most embarrassing stories about her that he could remember. Sawyer had gotten very close to kicking him. But now he was gone, and she was kind of sad even if he sucked, and she had school today.

Sawyer disliked Mr. Schmidt with a force that was very close to a burning hatred and she was pretty sure he hated her a little more. Most of the time he sent her to the office purely for existing, which is what she’d tell you it was probably a little more complicated than that. But this time even Sawyer admitted it was deserved. Science was her first period of the day and class hadn’t even started yet when Sawyer decided she was over it. Mr. Schmidt was facing the white board, writing some nonsense in his blocked handwriting and Sawyer was all the way at the back of the classroom. She tapped her fingers on the desk and looked around the classroom in the hopes that something would inspire her. Inspiration came in the form of Katie Godding with her perfectly manicured nails and constant possession of gum, which was currently in her hand as she popped a piece past darkly colored lips.

“Katie.” Sawyer leaned over and forward and spoke quietly so as not to alert the devil teacher, Katie’s ombre head turned around to face her and Sawyer spoke again before she could say anything, “If you give me two pieces of gum I will owe you a favor.” Katie pursed her lips and mulled over the offer for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and relenting two pieces of Strawberry Juicy Fruit. Sawyer grinned and thanked her before sitting back and popping one piece in her mouth, the other was unwrapped and coated in jalapeno juice from her lunch her father had been so kind as to pack. She rewrapped the gum carefully and stood up. The walk to the front of the classroom was quiet but the second she got up to the front that changed.

“What do you want, Andrews.” Mr. Schmidt turned to her as if he sensed her presence behind him. Sawyer smiled and offered the tampered gum to him.

“I just wanted to see if you wanted some gum since I had an extra.” There was a brief pause as Mr. Schmidt narrowed his eyes at her before slowly taking the gum and unwrapping it.

“This doesn’t make up from last week, Andrews, I hope you’re not trying to-” He placed the gum in his mouth and his words immediately stopped short as he ran to the trash can to spit the gum out and literally almost puke as he did so. Sawyer tried so hard to suppress a laugh but it was impossible with everyone else in the classroom laughing behind her. She could see the smoke coming from Mr. Schmidt as he turned on her and pointed at the door with only a word. “Principals.” Sawyer gave him a peace out and spun toward the door and freedom from that godforsaken class.

The office already had an occupant and Sawyer glanced at her curiously as she sat down to wait for Kurt the Miss Greene to send her in. Her hair was dripping wet and she had a towel she was using to dry it. Sawyer rarely saw anyone else in here this early so this was new.

“Did you fall in the toilet or something?” Sawyer questioned jokingly with a small chuckle, “Don’t worry it wouldn’t be the first time. You’d be surprised how many people have happened to acquire toilet hair.”

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[UniqueChance]

OUTFIT: here

LOCATION: School

basics

INTERACTION:
Sawyer KingofAesir
Charlie Luna_Marie

tags

TL;DR x.x

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Rebekah

First days were always the worst. Whether they were the first day of the week, the first day at a new school, or the first day back after an extended break. That first day back was always far less wonderful than everyone hoped. There wasn't a reason to count on one hand that suggested returning to the dump of a school was a good idea. Yet, even with the determined encouragement of two parental figures and the annoying suggestion of her brother, she found herself milling around on the slow walk across the blocks to the large railings of the school grounds. Despite the crisp air and bright blue sky, Rebekah held no joy in dragging herself there. No even the incessant comments from her walking company helped ease the dread that lingered like a tickle in the back of your throat, always there, no matter what you did.

Once both parties were out of site of their parents house, the stopped to light up cigarettes - a habit neither of them could be sure who had encouraged it first; though the likely fact would lay with the younger of the two, quickly bringing the cigarette from her lips to exhale into the cool morning. There was a tell tale experience to her actions, no repeated clicking of the lighter nor complaint of quality. Whilst the intoxicating calming of her nerves took place, the ever present dread still lingered. That tickle.

"What are you even bothered about anyway? Its hardly gonna impact your grades anyway-" The taller boy paused to breath for a moment. "It was literally like two weeks anyway."

"As if either of us wants to go back." Her words flowed out blankly and were quickly met with an agreeing shrug and a nod. There hadn't been a moment of the entire winter break that Rebekah had wanted to return to the building, locked inside in lessons that didn't interest her, with topics that seemed to bore her entirely. She was utterly uninterested though her future prospects were not likely to be as high as her overly talented sibling. To think they'd shared a birthday.

The conversation remained fairly limited until they passed across the road and began to mingle with the steady flock of students ready for a day of true boredom. If it had been possible to flunk, perhaps she might not have passed it up. There was nothing for her there, then again there was nothing for her in this whole dump of a town. With such a thought, the duo briefly shared goodbyes and went their separate ways, Alex heading in doors, leaving his sister to mill around outside.

Her feet carried her through the grounds until she quietly settled onto an empty bench as the noise slowly began to dissipate. A few moments of silence passed before her cigarette was completed and it was tossed so casually on the ground. Despite the peaceful nature of an empty school yard, trees and the distant rumble of cars, Rebekah couldn't deny the longing to just head home, given in after barely thirty minutes and call it quits.

'Becks, you've barely given it a day.' Her parents would say. 'At least give it a day- one day isn't going to be that difficult.' What did they know, huh? What did they know about her now?

Her peace, if it could be called that, was shortly interrupted by a member of the faculty.
"You gonna spend all day out here then, Rebekah?" The women asked, her voice curt and clearly exhausted.

"That's the plan." Rebekah returned, her eyes on the leaf she'd begun to fiddle with to keep her fingers occupied.

"You know I'm going to have to ask you to come to the office, don't you? You can't spend all day out here and you can't be smoking on school grounds." Could she not catch a break? Was there no end to this discourse? What was the point if they were just going to be mad at her each time? Rebekah stood up, and with the roll of her eyes, followed behind the older women; jaw clenched.

They spoke of little to nothing as they walked, given Rebekah's choice in not responding to a single thing the staff member chose to put forwards as a question. Switching topics from her misdemeanours, to the winter break, to the upcoming week. Perhaps she could try joining a club? What about applying yourself to something you enjoy? There are plenty of options, Rebekah just pick one! They were always so quick to suggest an answer but their answers never worked.

With her determined guide, Rebekah followed through the doorway as the familiar principles office was revealed. Whilst she was annoyed at the short amount of time between her arrival and her sudden return to the office, the young women found herself even more frustrated at the company. She gave both of them a look over, before finding a seat at the end of the line.

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[PenguinFox]

Over the course of the past few months Lulu had been spending more and more time with Sawyer. In fact a large portion of her winter break was spent with the blonde, either getting ukulele lessons or just hanging out. The older girl was always so sweet to her and Lulu never knew what to expect from a day with her. Every outing was an adventure and the brunette couldn't get enough of it. It also helped that Sawyer was very pretty. On a few occasions Lulu had caught herself just staring at her smiling, causing her to look down and avoid eye contact the rest of the day. She couldn't help but feel like she was in her own personal world whenever she was around Sawyer. A world where warmth and happiness lingered long after the party ended, and nothing could really bring her down. Lulu wasn't sure she was allowed to feel this way, but she certainly couldn't deny it.

In addition to genuinely enjoying being around Sawyer, Lulu also spent so much time with the blonde because all her other plans fell through. When Mr. Woods last left on business he had said he would return sometime in December but things unexpectedly changed. His trip was extended, much to the disappointment of his daughter. She hadn't seen him in person in so long and was really missing him. While her mother was very smart, Lulu always went to her dad with matters of emotion. He understood her better than anyone and had the best advice, and the best hugs; something she could really use.

Lulu's mother didn't seem to be as fond of Sawyer as her daughter was. She would always be polite with the girl spending time with her daughter but it was clear a close, suspicious eye was being kept. She would also only refer to Sawyer as "Miss Andrews", particularly when asking her to not track dirt into her pristine home. Dirt was only allowed in the sunroom with the plants.

For her birthday, Lulu had made Sawyer a scrapbook of photos that reminded that made the brunette think of her, photos she thought the older would look, and even a few of the two of them. Selfies weren't really Lulu's style so there weren't many of the latter. Every time she took a photo she thought should belong in the scrapbook she gave it to Sawyer to add to it. It was almost like a fun new hobby for the younger girl.

For the first day back to school Lulu was recommended by the art teacher that she be the one to show around some new students. Lulu was closer to the art teacher than any other teacher, for obvious reasons, and the teacher felt that the Woods girl's demeanor would be perfect for the job. So Lulu made her way with a small bounce in her step to the front office. Hanging out with Sawyer had given the girl quite a bit more confidence in herself and she wasn't as shy as she used to be. She also tended to be much happier, a fact that was very easy to see, even by strangers. At the front office there were two kids who were milling about, evidently the ones she was supposed to show around. "Hi! I'm Lulu, I think I'm supposed to be giving you the tour?" her birdsong like voice held a cheerful tone. She could remember when she first started at Hartfield and was incredibly anxious. Lulu would be absolutely delighted if she were able to ease any nervousness these two may or may not have. MissPlastique Mentions: KingofAesir

 

[PenguinFox]

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Almost as if to mirror her attitude; the last few months had felt like the entire world was against Elizabeth Bishop. Alright, that was an exaggeration but it really did feel like everything was going down the drain. She just couldn't seem to catch a break. Most recently Liz got into some serious trouble with her dad. She had intended on just doing a little vandalism to his car but it turned out to not be his car and the actual owner of the car did not appreciate the new...adornments on their vehicle.

Every day Mrs. Bishop got more and more sick and Liz got more and more depressed. It didn't help that her dad had announced that he was taking back over the family restaurant, by any means necessary. The three Bishop children were doing everything in their power from the place falling into the scummy fingers of the man they had the misfortune to be related to, but they didn't really know the legalities of what was happening and couldn't afford a lawyer to fight against it and also pay for medical expenses.

Liz was in a permanent state of sleep deprivation and tightly clenched jaw. A continual scowl rested on her face to ward off everyone she didn't know and hopefully anyone she did too. She didn't want anyone to worry about her or ask her about what was going on in her life. She feared unintentionally snapping at friends out of stress and felt that avoidance was the best way to prevent that. Liz had become very withdrawn over the past few months and was hardly speaking to anyone. It had reached a point where she'd go a few days without speaking a word. Riley and Meg both expressed concern over the fact that Liz was almost as pale as their mother but felt incredibly lost and helpless as to what to do. Her self worth had begun to fall as well leaving a wake of mostly negative emotions day in and day out.

The break from school helped bring some life back into the youngest Bishop, even though she never really cared about school anyway, it was still a pleasant break from mandatory social interaction. Unfortunately it was now back to reality and back to school. As part of her punishment Liz was forced to, as she was calling it, be the school's slave. Her first task was being a tour guide of some sort to a new student. At least she wasn't cleaning out the basement or something like that. As she waited for her ward to arrive she alternated between checking her phone and picking the skin around her nails. An orange beanie sat low on her head in attempt to cover as much of her face as possible. She leaned against the wall in the main foyer with one foot propped up against it. A water bottle filled with redbull sat next to her other foot that began tapping impatiently. She really didn't want to be here today. Her hand made it's way to her mouth and she found herself chewing on her nails but unable, or perhaps unwilling, to stop. Bad habits are hard to quit when you don't think you're worth it to stop. ALittleRedLie NoQuillToLive

 

[NoQuillToLive]

"Sometimes I just wanna be a cloud."

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Rosemary Arnold

First days always inspired the long trip of emotions, the grand performance of anxiety and dribbled with a little bit of survival. Like she was about to embark into the wild, the tepid jungle of grey hallways and scuff of shoes. The student populace felt like lions— running away with her imagination and securing her fingers against her backpack. Her mother didn't do much to comfort her daughter, merely tapping her fingers against the steering wall and pulling up in front and pulling the car into gear. "You're gonna have fun, you know." Eveline peppered into a self-convincing smile, as Rosemary gave a dejected look in response, pursing her lips bitterly at the reminder she was shoved here against her will. "Come on RoRo, this isn't a prison. You might even make a new friend!" What was with parents into trying to make everything a positive experience? Like, they forgot all about the chaotic high school experience. She didn't think she could be that forever optimistic about the looming building out in front. Rosemary watched as her mother adjusted the mirror, entertained with a few awkward minutes of silence, dished up the unruly teen, kicking her legs onto the dashboard and adamantly refusing to move. "If you get out, I'll buy you some memorabilia for your favourite movie." Her mother was done with her antics. Puffy eyes of brown, she was already past the point of caring and that showed, already in her new uniform. Rosemary relented, of course, taking her legs down and swinging out from the car, in the slowest fashion she could do, down to the last precise seconds. "I want a severed head." Rosemary finally spoke, but there was a tiny smile gathering at the corner of pallid lips. Rose slammed the door, watching her mother quickly retreat, burning rubber against the roads and to her new job. Everything was a new chapter.

Shuffling the bag over her right shoulder, Rosemary began the journey of operating herself through the winding hallways and empty classes, finding the main foyer in a couple of minutes. "You look how I feel," Rosemary commented to the student, backed by a smaller voice, feeble in the way that the giant foyer was made to drown her out or maybe the school itself was doing that job for her. She did feel out of place in her bright blue denim jacket, plaid skirt and warm thick leggings, cosy, with red stripes. She was a disjointed thing, in colour and theme, even with her backpack, littered with all types of movie stickers and horror. The biting weather didn't perturb the movie junkie from selecting whatever she wanted for today, despite her mother's insistence to dress war (both a literal sense to be approachable). But she kept to her own thing, much as Rosemary did in her life. She tucked herself into the main foyer, the corner, keeping a large amount of distance (she was told beforehand someone was going to show her around), why she stuck to the corner like a baby duck. Unable to stop the fidgeting with the bag straps.

She appreciated that this morning wasn't going to be layered in the positive sunshine of her shower arounder— her own eyes sagged in relief, big pools of blue unwinding from all the tension she had been carrying with her. "So uh," She spoke loudly, "Any advice for surviving around 'ere?" She tested an awkward smile against her expression, for sure intimidated.
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PenguinFox ALittleRedLie

 

[r e i]

ISABELLA ALEJA EDISON-ROSE

mood: silly and happy + location: in parish point cafe + outfit: xxx + tags: Soap PenguinFox

Isa frowns as she walked into school. Things had changed for certain. Her mom had moved away to her new state and new job. She wanted Isa to come with her but Isa wanted to stay here and finish school here. She didn't want to be the new kid again. So she made the choice to stay but she didn't know where she was going to live until Liz said that she could stay with her and her sisters for a long term deal. So with herself out of options, she took Liz's offer but it wasn't long before she noticed that something was wrong. Everyone was just depressed and upset over something. It was like it was an different household and Isa didn't like it. So she snuck around to figure out what was wrong. It wasn't until she overheard an conversation between Liz and Riley that she found out what was happening. She became as mad as Liz was.

Liz didn't tell her much about her father but she guessed that he wasn't the most greatest dad in the world. And for him to be trying to take the business away from his own kids pissed her off. So she decided that even if she isn't apart of the family, she would help them out with anything that they may need. It was the least she could do for Liz for being there for her right now. Liz did eventually tell her about what was going on, and how her mother was getting sicker and this all was causing her to be somewhat of an ass but what she didn't tell her is that they needed an lawyer and an good one. So Isa sell and worked at the diner grabbing more shifts. Lying that she was hanging out with Chance during winter break when truly she was working. She was saving money so she could get them the lawyer they needed and she was almost at the point where she needed to be. So she was gonna innocently hired a lawyer and not let Liz say no.

Isa walked very carefully watching out for teachers. Yea she came to school but not her school in particular. She was at Parish Point. She just wanted to see if Josie wanted to skip and spend the day with her. She just walked to the café like she belong here which she kind of does but again she wasn't at the correct school. She walks in and looks around. She sees Josie there and smiles instantly. She sneaks up behind her and covers her eyes "Guess who came to break you out of this hellhole you call school?" She says as she uncovers Josie's eyes. She wraps her arms around Josie, during the winter break, they had gotten closer like Liz and her has. Isa hasn't told her about the growing feelings she was getting for the blonde. She just wanted her to be her friend and stick by her for now. she didn't need anything else but that.

"Come on Queen Sunny! Let's go and explore!"

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[Luna_Marie]

Charlie Ara
Charlie looked to the side at her new companion, letting out a sound of recognition. "Well I usually take a little refreshing dip in public restrooms for funsies, but unfortunately not the case today." She brought her legs up to sit crossed in the small cramped chair. Her locks seemed to finally stop dripping and she tossed the rag she had been holding across the room where it made a colorful wet splat under the secretary's desk. "She will have a fun surprise when she gets back from un-wadding her panties for the millionth time." A grin creeped across her face as she turned to fully look at the girl next to her. "Anyways, no, not toilet hair this time. The secretary decided to play principles pet and caught me dying my hair in the south bathroom. I don't get why they encourage the art kids to run around with paint on their clothes and hands but WHEN I TRY TO EXPRESS MY CREATIVITY..." Charlie raised her voice while staring down the administrators office before continuing. "These people tell me I don't get the same privilege." Eyes rolled and lips pouted. "Seriously, what are they gonna do? It's not like I damaged any property or skipped class. The stupid thing is, I've been sitting here so long waiting I've already missed the start of first period... So what did you do, I'm assuming you did SOMETHING, that you're not just sitting here to flirt with me." Kicking her feet out and stretching, she rested her chin on her hand, waiting patiently.
KingofAesir
(sorry its short)​

 

[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: exhausted, confused, worried, angry

OUTFIT

LOCATION: parish bay high school

basics

MENTIONS:
Chance;

Soap (Kat)


INT:
PenguinFox (Liz)

NoQuillToLive (Rosemary)

tags

TL;DR

Welcome back. And good luck

tl;dr

Winnie Matthews

the scars you can't see are the hardest to heal

Winnie enjoyed her winter break, running off to Florida in order to forget everything that happened at Kat's party. The dancer was able to detach herself from the chaos that was Parish Bay, but maybe that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Stu hadn't talked to her since she had found him in that abandoned building. He was actively avoiding her when ever she tried to make the move to talk to him and it's been months. Liz had gotten into some trouble and Win wasn't sure if Liz was going to talk to talk to her about what was going on. And then there was Kat.

Winnie knew that Kat and her had a difficult relationship. And at the birthday party after Winnie gave Kat a compilation of poems as a gift. The atmosphere between the both of them seemed tense, especially since there may have also been a kiss. Winnie wasn't ready to comprehend what happened that night so she found herself avoiding Kat a lot. She gravitated more towards Liz after that, finding comfort in the other girl. Winnie wasn't ready to forgive Kat for how much she changed and how she seemed to be treating everyone, Winnie couldn't deny that she still felt for her old friend, but she the emotions were too complex to deal with. And Winnie was still struggling with a breakup a few weeks before that party.

It was too much for Winnie to think about.

Right now Winnie just wanted to throw on the outfit she picked last night and head to school. Help Liz with whatever punishment she got stuck with and get through the day. Yeah, she had to do that. Don't worry too much. And don't think about Kat.

Chance complained about his stomach hurting so he decided to stay home for the day so getting ready for the morning wasn't as long as it usually was. The drive wasn't agonizing either. And soon she was pulling in the familiar parking of Parish Bay High School. It was only 8 hours to go through, no problem. She walks through the white and blue halls lined with lockers and bodies of tired students and teachers alike. She finds Liz leaning against the wall of the foyer with who Winnie assumed was the new girl. And now she felt bad for being late.

Hey ladies, I'm sorry for being late. Let's get this tour started!

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